The Gift

The Gift
By: RSK

Disclaimer: Without Prejudice. The names of all characters contained here-in, excluding original characters which are owned solely by the author, are the property of their individual copyright holders. These include Joss Whedon and others. No infringements of these copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission.

Rating: NC-17

A/N: Spike accepts Angel's gift in School Hard and life changes for Xander.


Chapter One

Xander ran out of the library searching desperately for Angel. Fuck! Spike was at the school and everyone was trapped. He ran through the streets, wondering if he would find Angel in time. Although he didn't really trust him, Angel was their best bet at staying alive tonight.

Xander had been in the library with Giles and Ms. Calendar when the vampires attacked. He had been almost paralyzed with fear. What they had read about Spike... it was terrifying. There was no way that they were going to beat this guy.

So Xander ran. He ran behind the shelves, through the boarded up basement behind the stacks and out the door to look for a man that he hated and beg for his help.

He found the dark man not too far from the school and they raced back to the campus. All around them was evidence of the destructive nature of the demon that had taken over the school. Suddenly, Angel grabbed him around the throat and dragged him into the building.

Angel was scared. He was going to face his favorite childe for the first time in almost a hundred years. Would Spike still be the same? Would he even remember him? He had wanted young William so badly; he turned him without thought, creating a demon that had taken over that perfect body and face, destroying the poet's soul.

He wasn't sure if he could do this. He ignored the boy he held too tightly in his arms, apprehensive as he skulked down the dark halls of the high school.

"Damn it, Angel!" Xander struggled in the vampire's grip, trying to get away. His struggles were fruitless as the larger man towed him into an open hallway.

"Angelus!" Xander looked over and saw him: Spike. His heart raced and he shook in fear as the two demons hugged and conversed like old friends. He should have known that Angel would deceive them.

"I knew you were lying. Undead liar guy." Angel yanked him down, exposing his neck to the blond.

Angel looked into the eyes of the demon he'd created so many ages ago. He still loved this man. When Spike looked at him in shock, amazed at the gift he was being offered, he released the boy, allowing his childe to draw him into his arms.

Xander looked back at Angel, stunned. He had always thought that Angel would betray them, but this, this was completely beyond anything that he could have imagined. He had just handed him over to another vampire.

Spike looked into the brown eyes he had never expected to see again. Angelus had left he and Dru so many years ago. He dead heart leapt as his sire, his sire, offered him a beautiful treat.

Spike pulled the brown haired boy to him, embracing him and scenting deeply. A gift from his sire...

He could feel the boy quaking in his arms. "Shh, shh, pet. What's your name?" Spike's voice rumbled through Xander's body and the young man felt himself harden despite his fear.

"X..X..Xxannder..." Xander's voice could barely escape through his chattering teeth.

"Xander, be still, I won't hurt you." With that, Spike dove in and pierced Xander's throat. Xander braced against the pain, but after the initial feeling of being poked by thick needles, there was nothing but a warm drawing sensation. He relaxed into the blonde's arms, wondering if death always felt this good.

Angel looked on, ashamed and afraid. He had just given Xander as a Sire's Gift to Spike. Buffy was going to kill him. He hadn't meant to really give the boy away, but when he had seen his childe, so beautiful and deadly, he couldn't resist. He knew the boy would please Spike and so he had given him to him.

Angel could feel Angelus raging in his cage. He wanted out, he wanted to latch onto the other side of the boy's neck and drain the life out of him with his favorite childe. He hardened in his jeans and grabbed at the wall behind him, trying to control his demon. He slid to the floor, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene before him.

Blood filled Spike's thoughts, as he tasted the boy in his arms. Fear, anger, betrayal, those were all there, but he could also taste innocence, sunshine and desire. This boy, he was unique...

Spike threw his head back in ecstasy. The boy, Xander, was more than he had ever dreamed. This was no pet, no toy. His sire had chosen well. He pulled the boy up and looked deep into his chocolate brown eyes. "Mine!"

Xander smiled, still quaking with some fear and quite a bit of desire. What did that mean? Why wasn't he dead? Spike scooped Xander up in his arms and strode over to the wall where his souled sire was huddled on the floor. He set the boy down and squatted before Angel.

"Thank you, Sire." He leaned in and placed a bloody kiss on Angel's mouth, forcing his tongue in and sharing the essence of his gift. "Thank you."

He picked up his dazed boy once again. He had taken enough blood to make Xander compliant and slightly drunk. He walked out of the school, forgetting that he had come to kill the Slayer, forgetting Drusilla, forgetting everything but the prize in his arms.