New Order

A/N: Here it is...the last of my original marathon writing session. Wish I could have edited faster but I really hate editing. I'm still working on writing the next 10 chapters but hope to continue posting a chapter a day. Keep reviewing!! Everytime I get one it makes me want to hurry up and edit the next chapter so you guys can read it!





Angel and Spike stared into each other’s eyes over Xander’s back. The ritual was complete, but they weren’t finished yet. There was something else they wanted to do, a more personal binding, just for them.



They released Xander from his chains and held him between them. Pressing their bodies to his and feeling his warmth seep into them, both vampires enjoyed the moment. Angel pulled back first and knelt before Xander.



His words were only for Xander and he stared into the man’s eyes as he spoke. “I, Angelus, of the clan Aurelius, claim you Xander Harris as mine own.” Then he turned his head to the side, baring his neck to Xander.



Spike gently guided Xander down and pressed his face to the exposed skin. “Bite him, pet.” Xander opened his mouth and bit down on the flesh, gasping as the skin broke and he tasted blood. Spike then gently pulled him away and moved him to his feet. Angel moved Xander around so that he was facing Spike.



Spike then knelt before him and repeated the words. “I, William, of the clan Aurelius, claim you Xander Harris as mine own.” Angel guided Xander as Spike’s had before and again Xander bit down on exposed flesh. He tasted Spike’s blood in his mouth and lapped at the blood before Angel lifted him again.



The vampire’s again maneuvered Xander so that he was pressed back against the rock and propped him there. They shifted their faces and faced the human. Xander reached out his hands to them and pulled them closely.



Angel and Spike pressed into either side of Xander’s neck and bit down, drawing his blood into them. They licked then wounds until the blood stopped flowing and pulled back to face him.



They spoke the final words together. “We claim you Xander Harris as our own. Bound of our blood, bound of our seed, bound by our lives.” And they were done. He was theirs in the old ways of the vampire, claimed first by a ritual that they hadn’t started and hadn’t wanted, then by the vampire tradition.



Xander was shocked by the intensity of the bonds now claiming him. He could feel their blood in him, their seed in him and the pains in his neck and entrance were nothing compared to the pounding of his heart as he realized he was truly theirs, body and soul. They all moved together and Xander was in his favorite place, the place he now belonged, between them.



Angel and Spike would have stayed and lingered over the moment longer but they had more plans for their claimed this night and they wanted to get him back home. Spike held Xander up as Angel gathered their clothes and the other tools of the ritual. They dressed quickly and Angel scooped Xander up into his arms and carried him out.



Xander would have protested that he could walk but knew that Angel wouldn’t let him. His overprotective vampires would make sure he was taken care of and really, he didn’t mind that Angel was holding him so close. As they emerged into the main room of the warehouse, he felt Spike’s hand rest against his back, letting him know that he was there, always there with him.



They loaded up and headed back to the Hyperion, letting one of the Kor’Chuks drive while they curled together in the backseat, touching and petting Xander and enjoying their claimed status.



When they reached the hotel, Angel was magnanimous and let Spike have a turn carrying Xander. They moved for the stairs, Angel rushing ahead to open the door and make sure everything was prepared as he requested.



Spike lowered Xander to his feet at the top of the stairs and the human wobbled slightly before leaning back into Spike. Angel stepped out of the room and held out a hand to Xander. He stepped forward towards his vampire, pulling Spike along behind them and entered the room.



It looked like Christmas. There were packages everywhere, wrapped and tied with bows and ribbon. Candles were lit throughout the room and the light scent comforted Xander. He eyed the packages with a gleam in his eyes and a grin on his face. Angel and Spike pulled him forward and sat him in the center of the bed.



He was soon surrounded by stacks of gifts waiting to be opened and two eager vampires waiting for him to begin. He tore into the first one and pulled out a leather coat. Spike and Angel grinned at each other at his shout of delight. It was a good start.



More packages were ripped open and other items emerged with shouts of joy. Xander loved getting presents and was the best sort of gift receiver. He squealed and laughed and touched and squealed some more as more presents came out. Xander laughed as he picked up the theme. His vampires had dressed him, and not in his superstore specials. These were beautiful clothes, of all types and colors. Some things obviously picked out by Angel, the nicer button down shirts, the soft pants and silk boxers and others were obviously all Spike, leather pants, tight T-shirts and his own pair of Docs.



There were other gifts, too many to mention and Xander happily tore into them all. Finally only one was left. Angel pressed the box into his hand and he opened it slowly. Inside were three identical rings. Angel lifted the first one out and placed it on Xander’s finger. Then he lifted the next and placed it on Spike’s hand before lifting out the last and sliding it on himself.



This one was all Angel, a sign that they were all claimed, taken and not free for the world. His life was now for the two joining him here on this bed and in this life.



Xander and Spike were speechless. They both pounced on Angel and pressed him back into the mattress. He held onto them both and was happy.





A/N: One last comment...how bad would you guys have hated me if I had ended this here? No worries though, the story continues...