Recombination

*Home is definitely where the Hellmouth is* Xander thought groaning as he eased himself into the hot foamy water, he groaned again feeling his stiffened muscles beginning to loosen *God I hate demons*.

“Not all demons I hope!” the voice called out through the closed door, from the lounge. Xander opened his eyes and groaned, he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “The little one’s getting upset…” the voice came again. Xander sighed fighting the urge to get out, open the door and berate the vampire, who he was sure was smirking.

“Not all demons,” he called back tiredly, “I like Annemarie.” He settled back into the water comfortably fighting the urge to fall asleep.

“Well that’s bleeding charming,” Spike murmured, carrying the blood and popcorn over to the sofa. He settled on it comfortably. “Don’t drown Harris,” he warned the boy, “Can’t kick your arse for that comment if you're dead, bloody hell!” he gasped as a small hand connected with his crotch, almost causing him to spill the popcorn everywhere, he scowled shifting position and looking down *Forgot about the kid, rule number one- no swearing near her.*

Innocent brown eyes stared guilelessly back up at him as Annemarie arranged her small body in his lap, grabbing the popcorn and holding it for him. Spike rolled his eyes. “Fine just don’t spill any on me.” He scowled feigning annoyance “And give me some of that popcorn, I made it!” he added petulantly. It obviously wasn’t working he noted when the child smiled slightly and managed a reasonable imitation of his own raised eyebrow. Shifting into a more comfortable position for them both, Spike switched on the TV, flicking through the channels to find the one he wanted. Silence filled the apartment broken only by the crunching of popcorn, as they both stared, entranced at the screen.

Xander grinned hearing the muted conversation on the TV. He could always be guaranteed at least an hours peace at this time, Passions was on and somehow Spike had managed to get Annemarie hooked on it as well. They couldn’t converse about it much, given that she still refused to speak but Xander secretly dreaded the day she did, all he’d hear would be Timmy this and Timmy that.

He sighed, topping up the hot water slightly. It had been two weeks since their return from LA with Annemarie, Angel’s child. Since then their lives had been turned upside down, well some of their lives anyway. Giles had found after just one hour of trying to calm down the still sobbing child that he wasn’t cut out for the child-rearing business and even though Wesley had assured him over the phone that it would only be for a month or so, he’d gone stark white and refused.

Spike had remarked later to Xander how impressed he was; only six weeks old and she was already scaring people. Of course he also later told her off for scaring said people by throwing a tantrum and switching to her ‘mini-gameface’ as Dawn had dubbed it.
Curiously enough Giles’ reluctance had had nothing to do with her vampire heritage and everything to do with her being less then a foot tall, six weeks old and female.

At least Xander was sure it had more to do with the latter explanation then the former; considering Giles was often outnumbered and out maneuvered by the other female Scoobie especially Dawn who somehow managed to get him to do all her math homework one time. How Giles hadn’t figured out what she was doing, Xander wasn’t sure, but he had gone a lovely shade of red and stomped off muttering under his breath. Secretly he believed that one look at the younger, cuter and slightly pouting Annemarie would have Giles wrapped around her finger. After all she had done quite well with Spike and himself so far.

Their trip back to Sunnydale had been uneventful, well if you counted a six-week-old child with the body of a two-year-old, screaming her lungs out for the entire three hours, uneventful. Xander sighed as he tried to relax and allow his muscles to work loose. By the time they had got back, they were all deafened and in extremely bad moods. Xander had dropped Annemarie off at Giles, without any real explanation and run back to the car driving away as fast as possible. He had dropped the girls’ back and had been starting to unwind by watching a video and drinking with Spike when the phone rang.

Giles had sounded almost hysterical and still they could hear the child screaming in the background, he had to admit though, he had been impressed. How she had managed not to loose her voice and breathe, was beyond him. Xander opened his eyes and sat up slightly to top up the hot water again. He had argued with Giles, Spike had argued with Giles but eventually they had gone round there and dragged the screaming child and the almost screaming watcher to the magic box.

Anya had taken one look at the almost psychotic Giles, the murderous Spike in full gameface, his own pleading expression and the screaming child in mini game face. Very calmly, she’d picked the child up taking care not to drop her or get bitten by her fangs, and carried her into the backroom. She’d sat her down on a training mat and left her there, shutting the door behind her and blocking out most of the screams.

She’d then made tea, which had calmed them all down and explained about her new insightfulness and the merits of discipline; spanking vs. reverse psychology. She’d explained that although Annemarie was missing Wesley that wasn’t why she was screaming, it had probably had only been why she was crying for the first hour or so. After that she’d just become enraged and was pulling what Anya quoted as ‘a tantrum’, apparently she was headed out of the terrible two’s and into the more terrible threes.

Xander smiled slightly, none of them had believed it but after 5 minutes the cries had stopped and Anya had walked back in bringing out a teary and red-faced little girl. Giles had begged Anya to take care of the child but between the vengeance business and the magic box restocking she would have had little time, although she did offer to baby-sit.

Luckily Spike had ‘volunteered’ the both of them to do it before the “the watcher has a paddy of his own.” A relieved Giles had raced back to his house, packed up his car, driven it round to Xander’s and helped set Annemarie’s things up. He seemed to get on with Annemarie better when she wasn’t crying and had been showing the child small wallet sized pictures of them all and explaining who they were.

So since then she had lived with them and they had managed to make out a tight schedule to keep to. During the day, Spike took care of Annemarie until nine, when Xander left for work, Xander then picked up Dawn and Buffy and dropped them at the new high school; Buffy having been hired as a guidance counselor after she saved several students from a gruesome death by strange ghost things. Xander then met Willow at the high school, who took Annemarie over to the magic box on her way to the University. Then Annemarie stayed in the magic box being taught the value of ‘customer appreciation’ and money making by Anya until Giles finished whatever watcher stuff he had to do and returned to the magic box to teach her some rudimentary math, English and science, considering she could already read.

Then it was darkness time and she was picked up by Spike, taken back to the apartment and it was Passions reruns or American Gothic until dinner, both men firmly drew the line at My little Pony.

Xander wiped at his face grimacing at the dirt that came off; there had only really been two drawbacks. One, the demon fighting he and the others did meant no one was looking after Annemarie and two, the possibility of the demons themselves sensing what she was or more importantly what she wasn’t, completely human. The first one was more difficult to fix and had involved specific times and places and even the consideration of Spike’s idea, shoving her in a baby carrier on the vampire’s back. Surprisingly it had been Dawn who had come up with the best suggestion. She had been less wary of Annemarie from the beginning and although they had been afraid she would be slightly jealous of the child, taking the place of the baby of the group- she hadn’t. On the contrary, she’d been glad to find someone she could boss around, teach, read Harry Potter to and have look up to her.

So she had worked out a schedule. Giles had informed them of an idea to bring in several potential slayers-to-be and train them with Buffy, so Dawn and Buffy decided that only three nights out of the week Dawn would be trained. One night by Giles, another by Buffy and another by Spike; on those nights Willow offered to take care of Annemarie, she needed the time for meditation and reflection anyway. On any other night that the Scoobies were needed, Dawn would baby-sit. For a small fee mind, but she seemed to enjoy doing it especially now she felt that she was the adult taking care of a child and not the child being taken care of. She seemed to like the responsibility and they all agreed it was good for her to have it.

The second problem was slightly tricky to carry out although the theory was easy. Willow and Giles designed a spell/potion combination to mask Annemarie’s vampire side making it appear to everyone that the child was human. It had involved a lot of chanting, the spillage of blood and the sacrifice of Giles’s carpet but after a few hours they had managed to get it right. Spike even admitted he couldn’t sense her and neither could Buffy; unless the person knew what they were looking for or were heavily into magic they wouldn’t realize.

Xander stood up slightly shakily, at least Annemarie seemed to be getting on all right, better then she had been before at least. He got out and began slowly wrapping the towel around himself, she still missed Wesley that was obvious but he would be down soon and she talked or rather listened to him every night on the phone.

Xander considered his reflection in the mirror and rubbed at his eyes. They had had a few sleepless nights though but luckily Buffy had offered to have Annemarie over at her house the following night. The potential slayers were getting into town in the morning and Buffy, Dawn and willow had decide to have a small girls, welcome to Sunnydale, video and pizza party and Annemarie being a girl, and small and able to quickly fall asleep before the ‘grown up’ videos started was invited. The only potential problem he could see was the slim possibility of them realizing she wasn’t human but as long as she didn’t lift any heavy weights it should be fine.

Besides he and Spike were going stir crazy after two weeks of not being able to touch each other, asides from a few concealed gropes and kissing. Having a small child in-between you and the object of your desire put a damper on things. But they were getting a night off; they were going to the movies, for a meal, onto the bronze and then home to have mad passionate sex. Xander’s cock stirred at the mental images his mind threw up and he tried to conjure up other ones to combat it. *Ethan Rayne naked on a cold day, Ethan Rayne naked on a cold day,* he chanted inside his head, sighing in relief as his semi-erect cock wilted.

Before any other images could come to mind he yanked on his boxers and jeans. He opened the bathroom door, blinking at the steam released as he walked out and grinned at the nervous and mesmerized mini-vampire on the edge of Spike’s lap and the equally entranced Vampire who held her; both were hooked on the TV screen. As he walked nonchalantly passed them he noticed Spike’s head swivel around, and quicker then Buffy could stake a fledgling, he had pushed the still engrossed child back onto the sofa, wrestled Xander into the bedroom, pushed him on the bed and pounced on top of him.

Xander grinned, it didn’t take much to get Spike horny these days not that it ever really had done but putting a limit on the things they could and couldn’t do with their small house guest around had turned Spike from horny to extra horny with a side helping of blue balls. Xander groaned as his lover assaulted his mouth and tried to lift his head up too properly kiss him back. Spike pulled back slightly allowing Xander to sit up and incidentally to yank Spike’s shirt open, the buttons popping everywhere. Spike ground his crotch against Xander’s, his throbbing erection pressing almost painfully against the fabric of his jeans, Xander moaned bucking up to meet Spike’s thrusts, his own cock desperately needing the friction.

The two men tore at each other, kissing, sucking and massaging their skin. Xander tried desperately to unzip Spike’s jeans whilst Spike wrestled with his; both were panting and when Xander glanced at Spike he could see his own desire mirrored in the vampire’s eyes.

Taking deep breaths to calm himself, he pushed Spike’s hands away ignoring his growls and pulled the vampire towards him. He lay back, Spike lying on top on him, in between his legs and urgently kissed the vampire. Not, the ‘if you don’t fuck me now I’m gonna scream’ kiss but the slightly tamer ‘I need you now kiss’.

Spike grinned pushing him back against the bed, his weight fully on top of Xander’s, one hand reached to caress his cheek whilst the other moved lower to rub and taunt his nipple.

Moaning slightly Xander thrust against Spike, almost whimpering as the vampire pinned him down. “Wouldn’t want to make too much noise now would we?” Spike murmured looking the boy up and down, “Got to be quiet so as not to disturb her, shouldn’t even really be doing this mind. Got rules remember, things not to do.”

Xander somehow managed to rise up slightly on his elbows.” Just in case you didn’t notice, we’ve not got much time. Dinner, more slaying remember and a little kid who’s going to finish watching TV soon.” He gestured to the door “So for gods sake don’t-“

His words were cut off as Spike launched a fresh assault on his mouth. Xander managed to raise his hands and tear off the remainder of Spike’s shirt; he pulled the vampire harder against him and wrapped his legs around his hips. Spike’s answering groan was all Xander needed and he slipped his hands down trying to unzip his jeans again as Spike rained kisses up his neck and along his earlobe. Xander groaned, he was hard as hell and he needed Spike inside him. He managed to pull open the zip, busting it in the process and slip his hand inside the jeans to rub Spike’s cock. Spike made a small sound in the back of his throat and rubbed harder against him, squeezing Xander’s hand between them. Slowly Xander edged his hand further in and began to massage Spike’s balls, using his thumb to rub the base of his cock.

Spike pulled back so fast, he almost took Xander hand with him. The boy glowered at him, pouting slightly, his lips swollen. He opened his mouth to say something but didn’t get much of a chance. Using a maneuver only vampire speed and cunning could devise; Spike yanked open Xander’s jeans and had them and his boxers on the floor before he could begin his complaints. Xander tossed him a small blue and white tube grinning as Spike switched to his gameface to rip open the bottom with his fangs whilst his free hand stroked Xander’s erection.

Xander tried to sit up properly, wanting to see Spike but the Vampire growled at him pining him back. “Quiet remember?” he teased, slowly pushing his jeans down. He was barely holding on as it was but he was unwilling to take his lover without preparation.

“Touch yourself,” he murmured.

Xander smiled slightly and ran his hand along his cock, touching it gently, he ran his thumb over the top closing his eyes to image Spikes tongue running over it, and shuddered. He used his other hand to rub first one nipple then the next as he continued his slow torment, desperately needing Spike to touch him.

He didn’t have to wait long; Spike slowly ran one finger along Xander’s hand and down his cock, coating it with lube just before he reached the small entrance. Xander tensed slightly as Spike slowly probed it, easing the finger inside until his knuckle touched flesh. Slowly he moved it in and out, fingering Xander until he relaxed and got used to it.
Xander continued to stroke himself, the sensations were nice but not enough. He suppressed a moan as a second finger joined the first, continuing their slow torture. Spike watched his lover, his eyes dilating slightly as Xander began to stroke faster. He was becoming impatient, his body craving release, smirking slightly Spike grabbed Xander’s free hand, stilling it and leaving him unable to stroke himself anymore.

Xander whimpered slightly and pushed back against Spike’s fingers demanding more. Spike grinned, Xander’s eyes were closed, his face flushed and pouting as he tried to push back on Spike’s fingers wanting them to move further, to do more.

*Well all he had to was ask* the vampire thought. He pushed the fingers in deeper and began massaging Xander, scissoring them and rotating them around inside the boy.

Xander squeaked as Spike brushed his prostate lightly, the hot/cold flush hitting him for a moment. Spike’s grin widened, he could feel his own cock throbbing with need and he wanted nothing more then to thrust into Xander but he still wasn’t ready; he knew what that squeak meant. Xander always whimpered or squeaked when Spike hit his prostate and hearing those whimpers only made the vampire harder. Unsure whether it was punishment or pleasure or perhaps a mixture of both, Spike rotated his fingers faster and faster, massaging Xander’s prostate hard. He watched entranced as his lover whimpered and bucked underneath him, and with a groan began to lube his cock.

He pulled out his fingers ignoring his lover’s groan of frustration and the pleading thrust of his hips. He positioned himself at Xander’s entrance and slowly eased in, thrusting ever so slightly. Xander continued to move against him, needing the fulfillment. Spike had to clench his fists not to push in hard. Despite the vigorous amount of sex they’d had, Xander was still tight and Spike had no wish to injure him.

Gripping Xander’s hips, he gradually pushed in groaning slightly as Xander unconsciously tightened around him. Slowly he started to pull out and then thrust hard against Xander’s prostate, gripping the boy’s hips tightly and pushing his legs apart further, knees almost touching the bed. Xander whimpered, tightening harder against Spike and Spike released a shuddering breath. Screw waiting. He slammed back into the boy his hands pushing Xander’s legs back to penetrate deeper.

Xander groaned as his muscles were abused again but wouldn’t have stopped it for anything. He could feel his body shuddering; all he needed was a little friction. He opened his eyes, locking them with Spike’s, the vampire nodded trying to hold on. With a moan of relief Xander grabbed his cock, giving it a few hard jerks, he barely had time to do more before his body gave out and he came. Spike felt the warmth against his chest and thrust harder, Xander’s moans and shudders driving him over the edge. With a loud groan, he came, filling Xander with his cool seed. He thrust a couple more times as his erection died and promptly collapsed onto of his lover who laughed shakily.

Spike opened one eye and raised an eyebrow. “I couldn’t wait ‘til tomorrow,” he admitted holding the boy tightly. ”And neither could you.”

Xander’s eyes dancing with mischief. “I would have had to whack one out.” He looked down at himself and groaned. “I just had a bath, Spike.”

Spike shrugged sitting up. “So we’ll have another one, a separate one.” He added seeing Xander’s stern expression, “oh come on, it’s not like she knows what we’re doing is it? Screw the damn rules.”

Xander frowned. “I guess, still…” he pulled on his robe, wiping the mess off his stomach “I feel a bit funny, you know, weird kind of…”

“Naughty.” Spike purred, his hands massaging Xander’s shoulders.

“Aw well.” He grabbed a kiddie wet-wipe from the side of the bed and cleaned himself up. “Let’s go order pizza and then stick the kid in bed.”

Xander turned slightly catching Spikes lips in a soft kiss. “Umm, I’m wiped.” He agreed as Spike pulled on some tracksuit bottoms and a top.

The two made their way to the door, Xander peering cautiously around it, Spike giving him a look and striding through. Spike sauntered over to the TV and sat down on the sofa next to Annemarie, who gave him an odd look and slid over slightly. Xander sat down at his feet with a frown, flicking through the pizza guide; Spike ran his hands through Xander’s hair thoughtfully and frowned at the child who was staring blatantly from him to Xander wrinkling her nose.

“You gonna order pizza then Xander? The kids looking a little strange, maybe she’s coming down with something.” Spike sighed and glanced at her again; she had a strange thoughtful expression on her face like she was tying to discern something, and not having much luck.

“Hmmm?” Xander answered, he turned to look at Annemarie who had edged closer to Spike and was eyeing him in fascination; he watched frowning as she contemplated something for a minute and then moved back to study the pizza menu he held out.

Xander gave Spike a look, “What’s that all about?” he asked confused. Spike shrugged searching down the side of the sofa for stray cigarettes.

“Search me, the kids probably gone a little strange. Can’t blame her, with her parentage.”

He found one and was about to stick it in his mouth, but Xander’s glare told him otherwise. Scowling he reached over to take the pizza menu from Annemarie, he watched her small brow furrow again and grinned. “Something wrong little’un?”

She frowned again and shrugged an innocent smile on her face. “You smell funky, like him.” She said softly and calmly as if her speaking was an every day occurrence.