Xander grinned as he watched his lover ease himself down on top of Angel. Spike was pulling him back to lean against his hard chest, hands already in his lap to fondle the hardness he found there.

"Should go first, pet," Spike whispered in his ear. "Gotta feel that mouth, around you, pulling on you. . . no need to breathe. . ."

Xander, who did remember the *last* time they’d dragged Angel to their bed, moaned and felt himself grown even harder under the cool, skilled touch on him.

"Gonna try something, we are," Spike continued to whisper, moving them both. Dimly aware of the pop of a tube being opened and then the *schlump* of slippery gel being squeezed out, Xander had moved so that he hovered over Angel’s face. The vampire immediately began to lick at any bits of flesh he could reach, and Xander knew he was being teased.

"Dammit, Angel," he gasped out. Cool fingers pushed inside him, and Xander had to swallow an insane giggle. There was no way they could do this! Not like he wasn’t game to try, however. "Stop teasing. Won’t—won’t last long. Wanna last."

Behind them, the sound of flesh sliding on flesh had ceased, although Lindsey’s low, pained moan told Xander that Spike was still doing. . . something. Lindsey liked watching. A lot. And given the increased breathing, he was watching something very nice.

Spike was growling or purring or *some* kind of rumbling as he pushed himself backwards sharply. Lindsey cried out and Xander wanted to turn around. He wanted to see, to know—

"Hush, pet," Spike commanded and Xander froze accordingly. "Lean forward a bit." Again he complied, pushing himself closer and deeper to the place he really wanted to be. Angel moaned appreciatively and bit lightly on Xander’s thigh.

"You in?" Spike asked, directing the comment presumably to Lindsey. Who groaned and panted, seconds from orgasm. Spike must have realized that because he could hear the vampire whisper unintelligible words to the lawyer, and the human’s breathing calmed.

Angel laughed.

Suddenly annoyed, Xander decided he was tired of Spike running this show and started to angle himself—

"Oh, my god!"

Spike was *huge*.

Why the hell hadn’t he noticed that before? *No idea*, his mind replied. *Must have just forgot to look and see the horse in the room with me! Holy shit, this is gonna be so goooooooood. . .*

Spike was rocking back and forth on Angel’s belly, little jerks as he worked himself between the two humans, and wasn’t it a good thing that the vampire had that freakishly long torso and more, that they couldn’t suffocate Angel? Because having three grown men covering from chin to thighs would have crushed a normal man, no doubt. Spike gave a long moan when he was fully seated inside Xander, Lindsey’s hitching gasps proclaiming that he too was deep within the vampire.

"Now," Spike commanded. Well, commanded if one ignored the hoarse, slightly higher pitched voice he used. "Open up, Angel. You scream too fucking loud."

Spike grabbed a few pillows, handing them over to Xander. Blinking in realization, he propped the older vampire up, waited for his lovers to lean back enough that he had room to raise himself up the requisite few inches—and slid inside.

How the hell they got Angel in Lindsey, Lindsey in Spike, Spike in Xander, and Xander in Angel he’d never know. Wasn’t sure he *cared* too much, either.

Angel Jade

Xander was the first to come, being younger and more inexperienced than the others; he came in Angel’s mouth with a moan. His back arched as Spike continued to pump into him, thrusting harder each time, pushing against his prostate, sending shock waves of pleasure through his tiring body.

“Oh God, Spike!” Xander cried out.

Spike felt Lindsey come inside him and he gently pushed Xander, showing him what he wanted. The two humans were spent, but Spike knew that he and Angel could keep going a lot longer.

As they moved to the side, Spike held Xander’s hips hard and continued to move, pressing into Xander’s back with each thrust. He kissed Xander’s shoulder, grazing the skin slightly with his teeth, making the boy moan inaudibly.

Xander breathed hard from the feeling of Spike inside him, stretching his ass in a painfully pleasurable way. 

“Spike…harder.” Xander moaned.

Spike smirked. “Ask nicely, Pet.”

“Please!” Xander begged. “Spike, please…I need you.”

Spike pushed into Xander roughly, finally coming with a grunt and relaxing against Xander’s sweaty body.

*****

Lindsey seemed happier with the extra room, and continued to ride Angel’s cock, his hands now able to run up Angel’s chest to caress his nipples playfully. He rode Angel, breathing hard from exhaustion, but still not too tired for this. Watching Spike pound into his lover’s ass made him groan pleasurably, sending a shiver up his spine. He should do this more often.

Angel clasped at the bed covers desperately, feeling a climax building inside him. He looked up at the cool blue eyes that looked directly down at him and smiled. Watching Lindsey ride him was an experience he would replay over and over…

“Fuck Lindsey…keep going. Gonna cum…” Angel groaned.

Lindsey started to move faster, pumping harder to send Angel over the edge and bit his lip as Angel came inside him.

*****

The two vampires and two humans collapsed together on the bed. None of them able to move…none of them wanting to. Angel played idly with Spike’s hair, an old habit he’d thought he’d grown out of. Xander ran his fingers over Lindsey’s chest, playing out patterns that made the lawyer shiver.

Xander looked over at Spike and smiled. “We should do that more often.”

Spike grinned. “Go to sleep, Whelp. You’ll need it for when you wake up.”

Xander smiled back and closed his eyes to images of all the fun they’d have the next morning…

Siege and Rubywisp

Lindsey woke slowly, aware that something was wrong, different.  It took a few minutes for him to figure  it out, sleepy and surrounded comfortably as he was by the cool bodies of his lovers.  Cool?  Where was Xander?  Lindsey lifted his head off the pillow and peered over
Spike's shoulder.  Nope.  He was about to sit up so he could look behind Angel, but before he could move, the vampire spoke.

"He's not here, Lindsey," Angel said sleepily.

Lindsey let his head fall back against the pillow, disappointed. "Where'd he go?"

"Don't know," Angel murmured.  He slid an arm over Lindsey's chest and pulled the smaller man close.  "Probably downstairs, playing video games.  He's determined to beat Spike's high score on that one game they're always playing."

"It's called Dead or Alive 3 and it'll never happen.  An' how's anyone s'posed to sleep 'round here, with you two flappin' your gums?"  Spike was awake now and grumpy about it.  "Least you could do is wake a bloke up proper if you're gonna be up at this hour." 

"It's almost 10, Spike," Lindsey said, after glancing at the alarm clock.

"A.M.  Which means it's day and all vampires, evil *and* broody, should be asleep.  And so should humans in bed with said vampires." Spike grumbled.

Angel propped his chin on Lindsey's shoulder and grinned at his annoyed Childe.  "You sure about that?" he asked, trailing his hand slowly down Spike's stomach. 

Spike closed his eyes as Angel caressed his hips and thighs briefly and then slipped a hand between his legs and rubbed.  Spike arched up into the gentle touch, moaning quietly. 

Lindsey thought Angel had the right idea and rolled onto his side. Bending his head to Spike's chest, he took one pale nipple in his mouth and bit gently as Angel moved between Spike's legs.  Together, they licked and sucked until Spike was quivering.

"Fuckin' stop teasin'..." he ground out, one hand clenched in Angel's hair.  He was so close to losing control; he didn't dare touch Lindsey, for fear of inadvertently hurting him and setting off the chip. 

Lindsey lifted his head from where he'd been slipping his tongue in and out of Spike's navel in counterpoint to the rhythm Angel was setting with his mouth on Spike's cock and grinned mischievously. "You don't want this to end already, do you?" he asked.

Angel let Spike's erection slide out of his mouth and winked at Lindsey.  "Maybe he wants us to stop.  Spike?"

Spike pounded his fist on the bed in lieu of the back of Lindsey's head and gritted out, "I'm gonna kill both of you, I swear to fuckin' -"

"Sure you wouldn't rather just fuck me, Spike?"  Lindsey asked, eyes wide and falsely innocent.  He barely had time to finish the sentence before he was flipped over onto his stomach. 

"Up," Spike ordered curtly from behind him.  Lindsey grinned to himself, eager and horny as hell, and assumed the position. 

Angel handed Spike the lube and then moved to the front of the kneeling human.  "Gonna help me out here, Linds?" he asked quietly. He ran trembling fingers over Lindsey's face and through his hair as Lindsey kissed and lapped at Angel's thighs, avoiding his cock, teasing him.

After Spike slowly eased into Lindsey from behind, Lindsey felt Angel's hands tugging gently on his hair.  Looking up at Angel, he opened his mouth, allowing Angel to slide his cock in deep, and started sucking eagerly.  He discovered that trying to give a decent blow job while you're being fucked was a little more difficult than he'd imagined.  He seemed to be doing all right, though, if Angel's reaction was any indication.  The older vampire kept up a constant,
almost incoherent stream-of-consciousness babble that made Lindsey even hornier.  Apparently it had the same effect on Spike, because he reached around and starting jerking Lindsey off hard and fast as his own thrusts quickened.  Spike and Lindsey came with a growl and a muffled groan at almost the same time and Angel followed, with a growl of his own, a few minutes later.

The three of them curled around each other in a sticky sated heap, Lindsey once again in the middle.  Man, Xander sure was going to be pissed when he came upstairs and discovered he'd missed this, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

===

Angel woke up first this time and slipped quietly out of bed, motioning for Spike to stay when the movement woke the younger vampire. 

"Where's the whelp?" Spike asked quietly.

Angel shook his head.  "I don't know.  I'm going to check downstairs." He pulled on a pair of sweat pants and left the room.

Spike tried to go back to sleep, telling himself that Xander was probably just too lazy to come back upstairs and had fallen asleep on the sofa, but he couldn't.  Something was prickling at the edges of his mind, making him feel uneasy, but he couldn't put his finger on
it.  With a sigh, he got out bed carefully, trying not to wake Lindsey and pulled his jeans on.  If there was trouble within a six-mile radius, Xander Harris was sure to have found it, Spike thought.  Even within the relative safety of the Hyperion Hotel. 

He no sooner had his jeans pulled up then Angel reappeared, looking worried.  "He's not down there."

"Maybe he went out and got something to eat," Spike said.  He doubted it, though - Xander couldn't have gotten dressed without waking the two vampires.  Angel said as much.  "Yeah, yeah.  I know," Spike grumbled.  "Shit."

"What's the matter?"

The two vampires turned to look at the bed.  Lindsey sat up, rubbing his face, and looked around the room.  "Where's Xander?  I didn't feel him come back to bed."  When Spike looked at Angel and Angel looked at the floor, Lindsey got worried.  "He did come back to bed, didn't he?"

When he didn't get an answer, Lindsey got up, put on a pair of faded blue jeans and walked across the room to stand in front of Angel. "What's going on?"

"Lindsey, I'm sure -"

"Don't fuckin' soft-sell me, Angel.  Where.  Is.  Xander."  Lindsey felt a cold chill run down his spine.  When *Spike* looked worried, things couldn't be good.

Angel's eyes were pained when he answered.  "We don't know."

Spike spoke up at the panicked expression on Lindsey's face.  "I'm sure he's fine, mate.  Probably just slipped out for a burger or some such."

Lindsey ran a hand through his hair, rumpling it agitatedly, and began pacing.  "No."  He shook his head.  "No.  He wouldn't have - he wouldn't have left without telling me." 

"Maybe -" Angel started.

Lindsey whirled on him, eyes bright with anger and concern.  "No!  He wouldn't.  We...we had a deal.  He wouldn't.  He never did."  At Spike's sceptical look, Lindsey said forcefully.  "Never.  Not once." He looked at the vampires with a puzzled expression.  "Wouldn't you
have been able to hear him, though?  If...if something took him?"

Angel nodded once, seriously.  "Yeah.  That's what worries me."

"Why?" Lindsey asked, eyes narrowed.

"There's two things that could get Xander out of here without either one of us noticing," Spike said.

Lindsey looked at Spike, one eyebrow raised.  "And they are?"

"Mojo."  Spike glanced at Angel before looking back at Lindsey.  "And more mojo."


===

Xander was sprawled on his stomach against the mattress; the rumpled sheets twined around his hips and legs.  He groaned, stretching, smiling sleepily into his pillow at the slight aches that assaulted his muscles.

Orgies are hard work, and screw anyone who says otherwise.  The down pillow muffled Xander's snort of laughter.  God, letting Spike join them, that had been fun.  He rolled over, flinging his tanned arm to the side.  Xander's smile widened when his movement elicited a dull throbbing in his ass.  Oh yeah, they were gonna have to invite Spike to join them more often. 

Xander scissored his legs back and forth and his face crinkled in consternation.  He canvassed the mattress next to him with his out flung arm; his frown deepened with each exploration.  Cold sheet, cold, sheet, what the hell, where were the cold bodies?  Or the hot body? They better have a damn good reason for leaving me, Xander thought, as he opened one bleary eye. 

"Gah!" 

Xander shouted, scuttling backward on the bed.  His heart beat a furious rhythm against his chest.  His head swung wildly as he scanned the room.  No windows, grey tiled floors and white walls greeted him. Got a funny feeling that I'm not in Kansas anymore, Toto. 

He turned to face the only other person in the room.  "Who the fuck are you? And where the hell am I?"   

A fit, elderly gentleman stared at Xander from the depths of an overstuffed tobacco-brown leather chair.  The man smiled coldly as he leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs.  Xander didn't like the evil glint in the man's eyes and grabbed at the rumpled sheet, covering his nakedness.

"Nice of you to finally wake up and join us, Mr. Harris," the man said. 

Xander started at the sound of the man's voice.  Well, at least he's talking.  "Us who?  Who are you and where am I?" he repeated.  His eyes narrowed in anger at the stoicism that greeted his question. "When my boyfriends get here, you are so gonna wish you weren't."
Xander threatened.

"Ah, yes, would that be Mr. McDonald, I believe.  Or perhaps you're referring to one of your undead companions - Angelus and William the Bloody?  That's quite an accomplishment.  For Mr. McDonald as well," the man said darkly.

Oh shit.  Xander swallowed as he scooted his sheet-clad form to the edge of the bed.  This wasn't going to be good.  This guy knew Angel and Spike as well as Lindsey.  And it didn't sound like he liked any of them. 

"Listen, you prick - when I go to sleep surrounded by my lovers, I prefer to wake up that way.  Now where the hell am I?"  Xander shouted the last as he slid off of the bed and headed for the door.

"You can't leave, Mr. Harris, but you're more than welcome to try," he told Xander.

"Gee," Xander snorted, "thanks for the permission, Pops."
 
He stalked to the door as best he could, buck-naked under the toga-like cloak of the sheet.  Xander was pissed.  If this was some kind of fucked-up game of Spike's the vampire was gonna pay.  No sex for at least three weeks and the whole time I'm gonna fuck Lindsey and
Angel loud and often.  Xander yanked open the door and fell back on his ass when a Fyarl demon moved to block his exit. 

"Shit!"  He kicked the door shut with one bare foot.

The man walked over to where Xander was splayed out on the floor and looked down at him calmly.

"You have a bit of a demon problem, Pops," Xander mocked from the floor.  The certainty that he wasn't going anywhere settled uncomfortably in his stomach.  "How 'bout you distract him while I run?" he suggested.

"You were warned, Mr. Harris.  However, I would have been disappointed if you hadn't tried at least once," his captor said, crouching down near Xander's prone form.  An evil smile curled his lips as he watched Xander; an angry flush colored Xander's tanned skin. 

"Since you're awake we'll begin the ritual, which brings me to another point.  The question you want the answer to isn't 'Where am I?'.  The question you should be asking is: 'Why am I here?'" 

The grey-haired gentleman stood fluidly and opened the door.  The Fyarl stepped aside and let him pass.  Xander's captor turned and looked down, smiling at Xander's horrified expression. 

"By the way, Mr. Harris.  My name is Linwood.  Linwood Murrow.  It's only fair that you know my name.  After all, I'll be ending your life as you know it."

Linwood walked away and the Fyarl demon growled down at Xander before slamming the door shut on the stunned human.     

===

Xander gritted his teeth and arched his back against the invisible bonds that secured him to the floor. 

Fuck.  This was gonna be bad. 

After spending so many years in Sunnydale helping Buffy, he knew that being bound naked and spread-eagled on a pentagram painted with blood wasn't of the good.  Xander leaned his forehead against the tiles, breathing harshly.  He couldn't see what was going on around him, but he could smell incense burning and hear baritone chanting in the background.  The soft slap of shoes drew close.  Xander couldn't manoeuvre his head to see who was there, but then again he didn't need to.

"Comfortable, Mr. Harris?"

"Oh yeah, being held against my will is akin to comfort food for me," Xander said sarcastically.  "Lately, though, it's lost its appeal, so how 'bout you let me up and we can chat over pizza or something?"

"Such a comedian, Mr. Harris," Linwood's voice drifted down from above, "It'll be interesting to see if you're this funny after the change." 

Xander again struggled against his bonds at that statement; after a moment, he collapsed, panting from his exertions. 

"Hey buddy, not looking for a makeover here," Xander said breathlessly.  "If you're so geeked up about this, what say we switch?"

Linwood smiled down at Xander, who couldn't appreciate the gesture from his current position.  Linwood then directed that smile to the chanting figures that populated the room.   

"Begin.  I want to be informed immediately when he regains consciousness."  Linwood directed his voice down to Xander again.  "In a short time, when you wake up, Mr. Harris, you'll be a new man...well we'll talk more then." 

Fuck.  I really really don't like that guy. 

Uh oh. 

Xander felt himself surrounded by dark figures; the chanting became louder but couldn't drown out the pounding of his heart beating in terror.  Xander felt something splash against his skin and blinding white agony tore through his body.  He screamed for the first time.


Several hours later, Linwood walked calmly into the room followed by two bodyguards.  He held a petite blond woman tightly by one arm.  His eyes scanned the small chamber, landing on the shivering nude form huddled in one corner.   

"Is he conscious?"  Linwood asked.
 
"Yes sir, he's coming out of it now," a hooded figure replied.

"Leave us," Linwood commanded.  He drew close to the brunette, dragging the woman with him.  Linwood watched as the figure stopped shaking, lifted his head and appeared to be scenting the air. 

"Hungry, Mr. Harris?" Linwood asked.  He threw the blonde to the floor. 

A loud growl erupted from Xander and he dove onto the woman; the harsh overhead lighting cast shadows along his ridged features.  The girl screamed and struggled in Xander's grasp.  He latched onto her neck, tearing into her carotid.  Her heart pumped gushes of fresh, hot human blood into his mouth and he greedily swallowed each pulse of new liquid.  Xander threw the corpse away from him, stronger now that he'd fed.  He stood up, facing Linwood and the two bodyguards.  

"Linwood...right," Xander said, "I remember you." 

"That's right Mr. Harris," Linwood said.  "How are you feeling?" 

Xander moved closer, growling when the two bodyguards stepped forward threateningly.  "Strong," Xander said with a smile before leaping forward and grabbing one guard by his arm. 

The security officer grabbed Xander's neck.  Xander head butted the man, breaking his nose.  Blood flowed down the man's face and Xander's demon flared at the sweet scent of fear filled blood.  He resisted the temptation, though, and twisted the man's arm behind his back instead. The crack of the bone resounded through the room.  Xander laughed and
dropped the limp form to the ground, then looked back at Linwood menacingly. 

Linwood cleared his throat as he watched the uniformed man moaning on the floor, his arm jutting out at an awkward angle.  "Yes, strong, I...ahem...see that." 

"Why am I here, Linwood?"  Xander spoke softly.  The threat was clearly heard, however. 

Linwood coughed again, the question reminding him of what he had told Xander when he was still human.  "Yes, why you're here," Linwood looked directly into the brunette's feral gaze.  "We have a...would like to acquire you as an employee, Mr. Harris." 

Xander laughed.  "A job.  All this trouble for a job?"  Xander looked carefully at the elderly man.  He appeared unruffled by what had happened but Xander knew otherwise.  He could sense the man's increased heartbeat; he could smell the fear oozing from Linwood's body, inciting his demon.  It made him want to play as a cat would with a mouse.  Xander laughed and it was a dark and evil sound.

Linwood's fear of the creature before him increased but he didn't step back.  He wouldn't show that fear. "Does that mean you're not interested?"  Linwood asked.

"I never said that," Xander turned, looking down at the white faced guard who clutched at his arm and crouched down beside him.  "Bet that hurts, huh?" he asked, then gripped the guard's broken limb and began to squeeze.  Xander grinned.  He could smell the pain and fear fairly flooding off of this guy.  He could feel his heart beating furiously in his chest. 

Xander focused on the sensation, staring at the man's chest.  The guard's cries, shouts and ridiculous attempts to free himself all faded.  Xander could practically see the rapid thumpthumpthumpthump of the heart beneath the man's ribcage.  Without warning, he released the man's arm and punched his other hand into the guard's chest.  The man choked in one breath and stared wide eyed as Xander pulled the still-beating organ free, before collapsing dead in a heap on the floor. 

Xander grinned when the heart twitched in his fingers, blood running in bright red rivulets down his arm.  He lifted it over his mouth and squeezed the muscle, swallowing the viscous red fluid that poured out. He looked back at Linwood, oblivious to the frightening sight he made, nude except for the blood that now drenched his arm and ran down his chin, trailing over his neck and chest, eyes glittering gold, fangs covered in blood. 

"What do I get out of it?"  Xander asked. 

Linwood almost breathed a sigh of relief.  "Pretty much what you'd want: humans to feed from and play with as you requested, a place to stay, company credit card to pay for the more mundane items-,"

Xander cut off Linwood' s list of the benefits that upper level Wolfram and Hart employees received.   "What do you get out of it?"

"You."  Linwood stated bluntly.  "Willing to take care of people that might present problems for us, as well as other small chores."  

Xander growled at the older man and moved to stand directly before him.  Quicker than human eyes could see, Xander reached out and grabbed Linwood by the throat, smiling as the older man finally became flustered. 

"I agree, for now.  But I walk away any time."  Xander gave one last squeeze before setting Linwood on his feet.  "You bother me after that and you'll wish you'd died as easily as he did."  Xander smirked down at the guard's corpse and released his hand from Linwood's throat, leaving a bloody handprint wrapped around Linwood's neck.  "Do we have an understanding?"

"Yes, Mr. Harris, we have an understanding," Linwood said, unbuttoning his collar. Absently, he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe at the blood on his neck.  "As an act of faith, we would like you to take care of someone for us this very evening."  Linwood smiled pleasantly as he spoke.

"Who?"  Xander asked, toeing one of the corpses on the floor.

"Someone you're familiar with."  Linwood waited until the vampire looked at him.  "Lindsey McDonald.  He could be a problem for Wolfram and Hart and we'd like you to make sure that doesn't happen."  He couldn't have been more pleased when Xander's fanged features broke into a beaming smile. 

"I think I can handle that for you, Linwood," he said.  "It won't be a problem at all." 

===

Lindsey paced the length of the Hyperion lobby for the hundredth time, feeling useless and worried.  Angel was right - someone had to stay behind in case Xander showed up while he and Spike were out searching for him, but sitting around and doing nothing wasn't much Lindsey's style and it grated on his already-frayed nerves.  He kicked angrily at the red sofa as he passed it.

"You shouldn't have done that.  It'll leave a mark and then Angel will bitch."

Lindsey spun around at the teasing words and yelled in surprise at Xander, standing only inches away.  "Shit!  Don't do that, you scar...oh hell, who cares - you're back!"  Lindsey wrapped his arms around Xander and kissed him energetically.  "You all right?  What happened?" 

Xander grinned.  "I'm fine and it's a long story."  Lindsey ran his hands over Xander's body, trying to reassure himself that his lover was fine.  "You want to go upstairs and conduct a closer examination? Fill you in on the details later?" Xander asked with a waggle of his
eyebrows.

Lindsey laughed and kissed him again.  "Sounds good to me, let's go."

Xander took his hand and led him upstairs.  Lindsey frowned and asked worriedly.  "You sure you're all right?"

"Yeah, I'm good, I told you.  Why?"

"You feel cold," Lindsey said as Xander pulled him into the bedroom and began removing Lindsey's clothes.

"Oh, that."  Xander shrugged.  "It's a little chilly outside.  Didn't have my jacket."  He quickly stripped off his own clothes and manoeuvred them onto the bed.  "What say you warm me up?" he suggested, then moved down Lindsey's body and took his rapidly-swelling cock into his mouth.

Lindsey's back arched up and he gasped as Xander seemingly swallowed him whole.  "Um...how...how is this...making *you* warmer, exac...unnnnnh..." he tried to ask, but lost his train of thought completely as Xander quickly slid one, then two somehow-slick fingers
inside of him.  Guess being missing makes Xander horny and aggressive, he thought muzzily.  "Oh, fuck."

Xander looked up at him, eyes dark and unreadable.  "Seems like you did already," he said, sliding a third finger in easily and wiggling it for emphasis. 

Lindsey shook his head, then moaned when Xander's fingers hit his prostate. "No...Spike..."  His eyes were closed so that he missed the flash of anger and possessiveness that flared on Xander's face.

"Spike fucked you?" Xander asked evenly.  While Lindsey was still struggling to think of something to say besides 'more, please', Xander withdrew his fingers and turned Lindsey over quickly, then slid his cock into him with one smooth, swift motion and began thrusting.

Lindsey groaned and said, "No...no...they're...ohfuckXansogoodunh...they're looking for you." He was panting as Xander thrust faster and reached one still disturbingly-cool hand around to pump Lindsey's erection firmly.  A fuzzy realization that something was very very wrong here tugged at the edges of Lindsey's mind but he was incapable of coherent thought
just then.

He heard Xander say, "Shhh...we'll take care of them later," in a tone that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up but he had no time to worry about it because Xander was fucking him even harder now and he was so close so close so close just oh yeah c'mon that much more and oh god that's it right there and he was coming now...

"Ow!  Sonofabi-"  Lindsey's exclamation was cut off when Xander clapped a hand across his mouth.  What the hell?  He struggled uselessly against the strong arms around him, trying to get away from the sharp pain at his neck.  "Let me...let me go, what the hell are you doing?" he said against Xander's hand.  The pain stopped; he felt Xander licking his neck and again tried to pull away without success.

"Are you mine, Lindsey?"  Xander asked softly, still licking.  He let his hand fall away from Lindsey's mouth as he waited for an answer.

"What?  Yeah, sure...just...this isn't funny, Xander."  Lindsey stopped struggling and sighed.  "Look, I'm all for kinky sex but you think could you warn a guy first next time?"

Xander chuckled; the sound twisted something at the base of Lindsey's spine and suddenly he was scared.  Scared of Xander?  That didn't even make sense.  But he was.

"Consider yourself warned, Linds."  Xander let go as he spoke.

Lindsey scrambled away to sit with his back against the headboard and rubbed his neck angrily.  "That fucking hurt!  Don't -"  He fell silent, horrified, as he looked up to see yellow eyes regarding him calmly and realized what his brain had been trying to tell him. Xander was a vampire.  And now scared didn't even *begin* to cover all the emotions Lindsey was feeling, all of them bad.

Xander tipped his head to one side and let his human face come to the fore.  "What's the matter, Lindsey?" he asked mockingly.  "Don't you love me anymore?"

When Lindsey didn't answer, Xander smirked.  "Human love is so fickle, don't you think?"  He wiped himself clean with the corner of the sheet and then stood up.  Turning dark eyes edged with gold at Lindsey, he said, "Don't even think about moving - you wouldn't make it to the door."

Lindsey's eyes flickered to the door.  He'd seen how fast Angel and Spike could move, he knew Xander - or this *thing* wearing Xander's face, his body - was right.  But could he just sit here and wait to die? 

"I might not kill you, you know."  Xander said conversationally.  When Lindsey looked at him, surprised, Xander laughed.  "C'mon - it's what I'd be thinking if I were you."  He leaned against the wall and continued, in a friendly tone completely at odds with his words, "But are you sure you don't want me to?  It could be *so* much fun."  He shook his head and laughed.  "We'd kick ass, Linds.  Really.  I'm strong and you're so fucking smart...  Whaddya say, baby?  Wanna live forever?"

"Do we get a vote?"

Lindsey and Xander both looked at the doorway to see Angel and Spike standing there.  Lindsey was relieved, Xander angry.  "Hell no.  Mind your own damn business, Angel."

Angel slipped into game face and smiled wickedly.  He shook his head and, in a mocking, lecturing tone that reminded Spike very much of Angelus, said, "See - that's the problem, Xander.  Lindsey *is* my business.  You all are."  He walked slowly across the room to stand in front of Xander.  "Maybe the turning sucked your brain out along with your soul - you forget, *I'm* in charge around here..."

Wait for it, Spike thought gleefully.  Nice to be the one watchin' for a change.  He threw a meaningful look at Lindsey and held up one hand warningly, motioning for Lindsey to wait.

"...boy."  Angel finished with a smirk.

All hell broke loose as the demon in Xander reacted to the unwelcome claim Angel was making.  He lunged at Angel, who sidestepped, tripped him and then yanked him up and smashed him up against the wall. Lindsey took the opportunity to get out of the bed and go to Spike, who told him to get dressed and get out of the hotel before closing the bedroom door and leaning against it. 

Xander broke free from Angel's grasp and the two vampires began to fight in earnest, drawing blood and destroying the room in the process.  Xander was strong, Angel realized, much stronger than a newly-turned vampire should be.  But he was still no match for two
master vampires.  Every time Xander got away from Angel for more than a couple of seconds, Spike leapt into the fray, kicking and pounding, until Angel had his hands on Xander once more.  Together, they managed to drag Xander down to the basement and chain him up against the wall.

Spike stepped back from where he'd been double-checking the manacles on Xander's ankles.  "Why are we chainin' him up and not dustin' him, Peaches?"  He looked at Angel and frowned, realizing.  "You're gonna give him a soul, aren't you?"

"Yeah I am," Angel admitted.  "Like you said - it's that or dust him and I don't want to do that."

Xander swore loudly.  "Why are you helping him, Fangless?  You're evil - remember?  Like me.  Did that chip fry your tiny brain?" 

Spike stared at him.  He hadn't thought - he'd just helped Angel automatically.  To cover his confusion, he said disdainfully, "Wanker. Got a nice setup here, don't I?  Why the bloody hell would I want to change it?"

"C'mon Spike, help me get out of here," Xander pleaded.  He spent the next few minutes alternating between wheedling, threatening and insulting Spike and Angel, who were too busy having some kind of silent conversation, it seemed, to pay any attention to him.  He hated being ignored.

Xander quit talking and spit at Angel, who grabbed him by the hair and pounded his head repeatedly against the brick wall behind him.  "I think I'm going to give this little prick a lesson in respecting his elders before I do anything else," he snarled. 

"Why?"  Spike was puzzled.  "You're gonna give him a soul - then he'll be Doughnut Boy again.  'Cept he'll eat better," he finished with a grin.

Angel grinned slightly at the joke, then sobered.  "Not true, Spike." He kept a careful watch on Xander out of the corner of his eye while he explained.  "I don't know who sired him but he's a hell of a lot stronger than he ought to be - you saw that much."

Spike nodded.  "Yeah, so?"

"So if he's gonna stay here with us, his demon's going to have to learn to submit to me or else it isn't going to work.  Especially since he's laid claim to Lindsey." 

"You're gonna tear him down and then bring 'im back," Spike said disbelievingly.  "Make him your Childe?"

Angel looked at Spike, uncomfortable.  "It's the only thing I can think of that might work."

An evil grin spread across Spike's face.  "Oughta be fun to watch," he said, with a smug glance at Xander, who had calmed down somewhat by virtue of being almost unconscious.  "Never seen you hurt anyone that bad since...well, too bloody long."

"And you're not going to see it now," Angel said.  "I want you to find Lindsey, take him to a hotel for the night."

"What?  He's gone - he's safe.  I wanna see you knock the shit out of the whelp," Spike protested. 

"It's not a show, Spike - you don't get to watch," Angel said coolly, already shutting his emotions down for the unpleasant task ahead of him.

Oh shit - Spike knew that look and that tone of voice.  Soul or no, he better get out of here before he found himself chained to the wall next to Xander.  "Never mind then.  S'not like I ain't seen it before. I'll go find lawyer-boy," he muttered unhappily and left.

===

Angel stared at the beautiful creature before him.  Even bruised, bleeding and hanging naked and chained, Xander was a magnificent vampire.  Angelus howled inside Angel's head, screaming to claim, dominate, subdue him to make Xander his. 

Xander hung limply in his bonds, his head tipped forward in unconsciousness.  Blood dried in blackening streaks down his face and neck and chest.  Bruises that would've taken hours to show up on a human already blossomed across his skin, blue and purple, green and yellow.  Angel trailed his eyes over Xander's muscular legs and chest and up until he was staring into Xander's gleaming, yellow eyes.
 
"Like what you see, Deadboy?"  Xander asked scathingly.

"I've seen minions that look better than you," Angel sneered in return.  His voice sounded unfamiliar to him for a moment, until he realized that he was speaking with the lilting intonation of his Irish heritage.  It was the sound of his demon gaining control, the voice of
Angelus.  Angel angled his head to look at Xander and for the first time in decades he welcomed the presence of his demon.  He was going to need it.

"I'm almost a match for Spike," Xander growled at the dark vampire. "And you know it." 

Angel snarled; the sound bounced off the basement walls.  He flew in, gripping Xander hard by his hair and forced the newly-risen vampire's head back.  "You couldna take any one of m'Childer," Angel said, once he had Xander's full attention.  "Even Dru, in her insane ramblin's, could best you," Angel flung Xander's head away, ignoring the hard crack of skull on stone. 

Xander winced in pain; he felt a new line of blood trail its way down from his scalp.  "I'll fuck Dru raw, make her bleed for days, when she's lucid enough she'll beg for me to stake her-,"

Angel laughed coldly, petting Xander's face and interrupting the younger vampire's tirade.

"I'll be back, boy," Angel smirked and then walked away.

"I'm not your fucking boy, Angel.  Angel!  Get back here, you shit! Angel!" Xander screamed after the retreating vampire.  His newly improved senses allowed him to hear Angel's quiet laughter until the vampire had retreated to the first floor. 

Xander cocked his head, listening to Angel's footsteps above.  Xander growled.  Step, step, step, pause, strange clicking noises, steps again.  He snarled.  The not knowing was really pissing him off.  What did Angel plan to do?  A long while later, Xander heard the soft shush
of Angel's bare feet against the steps leading into the basement. Brown eyes flashed to yellow as he tried to make out Angel's shadowed figure. 

Angel stepped into the light.  "Lookin' for me, are you?" he asked. He was carrying a wooden chest.

Xander swallowed as he watched the bare-chested vampire lay out a series of well-crafted whips and other assorted instruments.   

"Release me.  Let me go and maybe I'll tell Linwood to let you live," Xander bargained, growling. 

Angel hefted a single tailed whip, then turned sharply and cracked it against Xander's chest.  Xander cried out at the fire-like sting of the whip as it seared his skin. 

"What the fu-," Xander's question was cut off as the whip struck again.

"You wilna speak without permission, boy," Angel said flatly, "an' you only ha' permission to answer questions I've put to you." 

"Fuck you!" Xander snarled.  Angel simply smiled at his young captive before bringing the whip down, once then twice, smartly against Xander's chest.

"Wesley's comin' by to help later, but for now, you're gonna learn some manners, boy," Angel said.  "Who's your Sire?" he asked as he set down the whip to pick up a riding crop from his collection. 

Angel moved closer to where Xander was restrained against the wall. He trailed the flat of the crop over the insides of Xander's thighs,tried to lift Xander's balls with it. 

Xander tensed at the thought of being struck there.  He looked into Angel's face and suddenly, Xander knew how he'd gotten the name Angelus.  He'd never seen the souled vampire look so serene.

"I have no Sire.  I'm better than that," Xander clenched his jaw after he spoke, defiantly looking away.  He tensed at the sharp whistle that broke the air before the crop landed high up against his inner thigh.

"I suggest you rethink your answer, boy," Angel said.  "Now, who's your Sire?" 

"I have NO Sire!" Xander argued.  "It was some kind of ritual."

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Xander cried out and the air whistled as the crop landed again and again on his flesh. 

"Who's your Sire?"  Angel repeated, again and again.  Each time Xander failed to answer properly, Angel attacked his flesh.  The riding crop, the whip, a cat o' nine tails...Angel struck Xander again and again until his skin was stained a dark red from Angel's continuous assault and red welts covered Xander's chest and thighs and calves.  Xander had long since turned his head away from Angel, hiding his face against his shoulder; his arm was damp with tears. 

Suddenly, Angel stopped and the room was silent as Xander waited anxiously for the next strike.  He tensed when Angel's hand brushed through his hair, down his neck and chest to fondle his cock.  Angel pressed his body against Xander's, leaning his head down.

"Such a stubborn boy.  So willful, so prideful," Angel purred against Xander's body, comforting the shaking young vampire with his presence. "You remind me of William.  Is it really that difficult for you to accept?" 

Xander didn't know where he got the strength to resist.  It only stung, he told himself, but the front of his body still burned with the force of Angel's blows.  "I have no Sire," Xander choked out weakly against his shoulder.  He didn't.  He was the product of a ritual.  This much, he knew.

"I think you'll be changin' your mind soon," Angel growled at the softly spoken protest.  "Turn around." 

Xander finally lifted his head.  He watched as Angel picked up a different whip, one that he hadn't seen before.  Xander sniffed the air covertly.  He smelled something familiar.
 
"Ye can smell it, can't ye?"  Angel smiled.  "Used this one on all my Childer."  He looked up at Xander pointedly.  "Only my Childer.  Havna had to use it in a verra long time."  Angel's eyes turned cold and fierce.  "I told you to turn around." 

Xander felt bold since Angel hadn't struck him in awhile.  Besides, one whip was the same as any other, right?  He gathered a mouthful of spit and mucus and shot it at Angel's feet.  Angel just laughed and slashed the strip of leather across Xander's chest.  Xander cried out
with the bright blinding pain.  Fuck!  That felt worse then before. Xander winced when he released his skin was split and bleeding where the whip at struck him.  This was a new development.

"Turn around, boy," Angel commanded.  Xander lifted his chin defiantly.  Angel narrowed his golden eyes.  "I wilna ask you again," Angel said.  "Instead, I'll take great pleasure in whippin' the skin from your cock.  The choice is yours." 

Xander turned.  The chains that supported his arms twisted around themselves as he reoriented his body to face the rough stone.  The chains that secured his feet to the wall were too short, but there was just enough room for him to rotate his ankles within the iron cuffs of the manacles.  Xander rested his forehead against the wall.

"Who's your Sire, Xander?"

"Gone over this, Deadboy," Xander said flatly, "I don't have a Sire." As soon as he answered the whip flashed over the skin on his back, splitting his flesh.  Xander felt the blood dripping from his shoulders. 

"You're not much of a thinker, are you?"  Angel asked with a sigh, "think about what I'm askin', Xander, not what y'know."  Angel paused, giving the youth a moment to consider.  Angel saw when Xander tensed in his chains; he could smell the rage and misery and confusion coming from the vampire as well.

"Do you ken me now?" Angel asked with a small smile that Xander couldn't see.

"I not,you're not...we didn't."  Xander stopped.  Angel wasn't his Sire, damn it.  He was a better demon, stronger than any fledge or minion. He didn't belong to anyone.  "You are NOT my Sire," Xander decided firmly.  The whip licked across Xander's back again and again with a powerful twist of Angel's wrist.  Xander's voice grew hoarse with his cries of pain.

The vampire stopped when Xander's back was soaked with blood, running down over his ass and legs. "Who's your Sire?" 

You. 

Xander tensed for a minute, thinking he'd said it aloud, relieved when he realized he hadn't.  Xander's demon instinctively fought Angel's demand for submission, hadn't even considered it as a possibility. Even though Angel hadn't sired him, if he accepted the vampire's claim, then his demon would be bound to Angel's.  Angel would own him. Xander didn't want to belong to anyone, especially Deadboy.  He started when he felt Angel's tongue glide over his shoulder, lapping at the blood there.  Angel pressed his naked body against Xander's, rubbing his erection against Xander's ass.
 
"You're so gorgeous like this.  Rebellious, covered in blood."  Angel licked up Xander's shoulder to his ear and murmured, "Who's your Sire, Xander?" 

Xander choked back his acceptance, his willingness to comply, his desire to just give in and end this.  He didn't trust himself to speak, so he said nothing.

"And to think I thought William was difficult," Angel breathed against his ear.  The older vampire pressed the head of his cock against the ring of Xander's anus.  Xander screamed when Angel thrust himself fully into his ass and arched himself forward, trying to escape
Angel's prick as he began thrusting into Xander roughly. 

Xander's lovers had always prepared him well and though Xander had been taken hard in the past, he'd never had sex completely unprepared. Xander snarled and growled then finally sobbed openly as Angel drove relentlessly into his body.  It felt like Angel was breaking his ass open and Xander wondered if he could even heal from this, if he'd ever be the same.  His voice failed him and now he grunted wordlessly with each of Angel's thrusts.

"Who's your Sire?"  Angel asked again, highlighting each word with a thrust into Xander's spasming hole.

Unable to speak, Xander shook his head, still defiant and unwilling. Angel reached around and grabbed Xander's cock.  He began stroking Xander's limp flesh to hardness, slowing his strokes into Xander's backside. 

Angel purred against the bloody vampire in his arms and waited until he smelled Xander's arousal, heard him gasp with desire.  He further gentled his thrusts, aiming each slow push forward, aiming for Xander's prostate.  Angel was rewarded with Xander's short, soft pants
each time his cock brushed over the sensitive nub.  His cock was stretching the boy, filling him, but Angel was far from hurting him anymore.  Xander was soon arching back into Angel rather than away from him.

Xander moaned; he was bleeding and his ass still ached from Angel's first dry thrust but now he wanted this.  The smell of blood riled Xander's senses nearly as much as the feel of Angel's cock gliding into him, pressing against that place inside him that sent shock waves of pleasure though his body.  He growled, swinging from his chains, seeking more from Angel.  Angel who was covered in his blood and held him tightly against his chest; Angel who was around him and inside him and Xander shuddered then whimpered in frustration when Angel squeezed the base of his cock tightly.
 
"Who's your Sire?" Angel asked softly. 

Oh shit.

Xander moaned and thrust himself back onto Angel's cock since the older vampire had stopped moving.  Angel stroked his hard flesh once, then again, before clamping the base of Xander's cock.  He moved back just far enough that Xander couldn't impale himself on his erection and tormented the young vampire, running his fingers lightly along Xander's cock.  Xander kept whimpering, wanting, waiting.

"Who's your Sire?"  Angel barely whispered.  Xander shook as Angel stroked his dick twice before once again tickling his hard flesh with his fingers. 

"You," Xander moaned, speaking so softly that a human couldn't have heard it.  He groaned, then gasped out his pleasure as Angel slid into him fully, the head of his cock pressing against Xander's prostate.
 
"Tell me.  Say it," Angel commanded.  He began stroking Xander, but other than that Angel held himself still.  Xander whimpered, wriggling his body in a futile attempt to make Angel to move, but the older vampire remained motionless, holding him tightly.

"Sire," Xander hissed.  He cried out with relief as Angel began slowly thrusting in response to the word and stroked his erection.  "You're my Sire, my Sire," Xander chanted softly as Angel fucked him.  He protested weakly when Angel gripped his cock and stopped his orgasm once more.  "Noo," he sobbed, desperately moving as far as his chains would allow toward the body behind him. 

"How do you ask...Childe?"  Angel said.

"Sire, please," Xander begged.  "Please Sire, let me come, need to come."  Xander shouted when Angel answered his pleas, riding his ass and pumping his hard cock.  Xander roared as his orgasm rolled up through him, then tilted his head, unconsciously baring his neck to
Angel as his cock spurted streams of cum against the stone wall.

Angel growled fiercely before sinking his fangs into his newest Childe as he came in Xander's cool passage.  Xander cried out in surprise as his softening cock hardened at the sensation of Angel filling him even as the vampire drank from him, drawing the blood from Xander's body into his own and he came again.  Afterward, Xander shivered and then hung limply in Angel's arms. 

Angel kept drinking until Xander was near dust; only then did he lift up his arm and tear a gaping wound into his own wrist.  "Drink, Childe," he ordered, placing the bloody gash against Xander's lips. 

Xander latched on, his lips fastened about the wound as he sucked and swallowed Angel's blood, filling his own need.  Angel moaned and began thrusting again, in time with his Childe's suckling.  With a sharp cry, he came hard.  Strong spurts of cum burst from Angel's cock, filling Xander with his scent.  Angel pulled his wrist away from Xander's mouth, smiling when the younger vampire angled his head, trying to follow his movement.  Angel pulled Xander's chained form close to his, tucking his head against Xander's back as the younger vampire fell into a deep slumber. 

Everything was going to be all right.  It had to be.

"Are you ready, Wes?"  Angel didn't even lift his head as he asked. 

"Ahem...sorry, I just-," Wesley stuttered from near the stairs, where he'd been surreptitiously observing Angel and Xander.

"Forget it," Angel growled, "are you ready?"

"Yes," Wesley replied, "Angel, uh, you can just...stay here if you like.  I don't need you present to do the spell." 

Angel waited a moment before slowly slipping himself free of his boy's body.  If Xander was going to wake up with his soul, there was no reason for him to look like this when he did.

"He'll be out for a bit," Angel said, his eyes flashing gold.  "Let's get him cleaned up first."  Angelus was still very much in the forefront and Angel needed some time to regain control.

Wesley led the way as Angel carried Xander's limp and bloodied form up to the bathroom.  Wesley remained silent as he turned on the spray and steam swirled up from the shower.  He opened the glass door and ushered Angel into the marble tiled stall. 

Somehow, Wesley knew that Angel had a very tenuous hold on his demon right now - after what he'd seen, he was amazed that Angel had any control at all.  He watched as Angel hugged Xander against his chest, letting the hot spray wash over the boy's raw back.  The water ran pinkly down the drain in a morbidly colorful whirlpool.

Wesley dug around under the bathroom sink, pulling out a new, lightly scented shower scrub as well as a mesh sponge.  He squirted out a large dollop of body wash onto the scrubbie and worked up a thick lather before offering it to Angel.

The vampire's head shot up and he growled loudly at Wesley.  Angel visibly fought with his demon, his game face rising and falling. Wesley simply placed the sponge on the shower floor and backed away. At least the water was running clear now.  He looked up when he heard a soft purr coming from the stall.  Angel had moved out from under the spray and was carefully lathering Xander's body, holding the boy tightly as he washed his wounds. 

Xander whimpered every now and again and Angel spoke quietly and reassuringly each time, becoming more and more verbal as he pushed Angelus back.  A few moments later, Angel lifted his head to see Wesley holding out a towel.  He took it and towelled Xander dry.
Lifting Xander gently, he carried the sleeping vampire into the bedroom and laid him down on the bed.

Angel swiped the towel over himself hurriedly before curling his larger frame around Xander's form.  Xander's body was healing slowly; he would need more blood to heal.  Angel made a mental note to be sure Xander fed well when he woke. 

"You'll be fine, Xander," Angel whispered as he brushed his fingers through the still-damp curls. 

Suddenly, Angel pulled Xander close and held him tightly.  He closed his eyes against the painful loss of Xander's heat and the absence of Xander's thumping heartbeat, which in the past had lulled him pleasantly to sleep and which he'd never hear again.

Wesley left, intent on performing the spell.  How many years had Xander survived the Hellmouth only to have this happen to him?  The curse was straightforward and Wesley set up the ritual, performing the incantation meticulously. 

Finished, he sat back and let out a weary sigh before heading upstairs to inform Angel.  Wesley peeked in through the door; neither of had moved in the past hour or so.     

"Is it done, Wesley?"  Angel asked. 

The former watcher started from outside the door.  Damn it.  Wesley knew Angel could smell him, hear his heartbeat when he was close, but Angel not waiting for him to make his presence known really grated on his nerves.

"I've completed the spell, yes," Wesley said.  "Angel, I...I don't know if Xander will have the same problem that you do concerning happiness." 

"What do you mean?"  Angel asked.

"Just that I'm not sure what to expect...not sure if Xander's soul will be returned with the same limitation you have," Wesley stated. 

The room was silent except for the low rumbling purr coming from Angel. 

"Wes, can you bring me several bags of blood?" Angel asked.  "The good stuff." 

"Yes, certainly," Wesley said as he shuffled away.  He returned moments later carrying four pint bags of human blood.  Angel sat up as Wes came into the room; he downed two bags of blood, trying to ignore the fact that Wesley's gaze kept darting to his face as he drank.

"Thanks.  We're good now," Angel said and put the two remaining bags on a nearby table.  "It's probably best that you leave.  Just in case"  Angel left his statement unfinished; he really just wanted to be alone with Xander for a while.

"Certainly."  Wesley walked toward the door.  "If you need any further assistance...¦"

"I know, Wes," Angel replied as he lay back down beside Xander.  "I appreciate it."
 



Angel dozed lightly while he waited for Xander to wake up.  It was because he was half asleep that he didn't move quickly enough to catch Xander as the younger vampire woke, drenched with fear, and darted to the far corner of the room.  Angel flung himself off the bed after Xander.  He stopped short at the sight of Xander crouched low in the corner, his arms wrapped around his knees as he rocked back and forth, mumbling under his breath.

Angel frowned, trying to decipher what Xander was saying. 

"Xander?" he said softly.  "Xander, it's Angel.  Can you hear me?"  He frowned again as he figured out what Xander was muttering. 

"Not real, it's not real, I'm not here, not real, not real, not real..." Xander repeated as he rocked himself. 

Angel crouched down in front of him.

"Xander?" 

No response.  Angel sighed.  It was obvious that Xander's soul was back and whatever he'd done before Angel and Spike had found him in the room with Lindsey was affecting him badly.

"Xander," Angel said firmly, almost sounding angry.  Xander's head shot up and his frightened gaze met Angel's eyes.  Angel wondered if the boy even realized that he was in game face, responding to Angel's Sire voice.  Probably not.
 
"Xander, it's me - Angel," he said.  "You're at the Hyperion.  You're safe now."  Xander just stared, but Angel saw a faint glimmer of recognition in the boy's eyes.

"An-Angel?"  Xander whispered brokenly.

"You usually call me Deadboy," Angel joked.  Then he was knocked onto his ass as Xander threw himself into Angel's arms.  Great wracking sobs shook Xander's body and his tears dampened the bare flesh of Angel's chest.

"Shh, hush now, you're back.  You're safe."  Angel moved to set Xander in his lap and held him close.  He gently rocked Xander back and forth in his arms, purring softly against Xander's chest, comforting his newest Childe.  "You're safe."

Larry P

Spike stared at Lindsey who, sat across from him in a booth at Caritas. Spike had figured that a few drinks would help to calm Lindsey down, but Lindsey  wasn't cooperating;  he told Spike that he wanted to keep a clear head. Spike could see Lindsey's emotions plainly written on his face.   There to was hurt, confusion, and distrust, but the emotion that stood out the most was anger- pure, unstoppable anger. Spike just hoped that Lindsey wasn't planning on doing anything that might get him hurt or killed.

"Sweetness , I think I am going to go blind from all the hate that I am seeing in your aura."
Lorne said as he approached the two men. "Why don't you get up onstage and belt me out a
tune so I can see if I can help." he said flashing the man a bright smile.

"Fuck off, Lorne. I am not in the mood to do a little song and dance for you." Lindsey growled as he continued to drum his fingers on the tabletop.

Lorne, surprised by Lindsey outward show of anger, turned to Spike  for some answers. When the blond vampire gave a hard glare to Lorne he decided against asking questions. "Well if you two need anything just ask." he said before leaving.

"Luv, I know you might not believe me right now, but trust me we will find a way to get things back to the way they were, " Spike said as he placed his hand on Lindsey's arm.

Lindsey snatched his arm away as if he was burnt. "Oh really Spike, then tell me. Tell me how we are going to turn Xander  back to a human from a vampire.  Because as far as I know there isn't a way to do it," Lindsey said  angrily as he glared at the vampire.

Spike pulled his hand back and sighed in defeat. What Lindsey said was true. There wasn't a way to do it without having to kill Xander first, and  Spike knew that none of them would be able to do that. Spike was getting ready to say something when Lindsey spoke again.

"Well I guess you and Angel will be happy now. You'll have Xander all to yourselves, " the man said as he looked down at the table again.

"No , Luv, it won't be like that. Xander still loves you very much. After Peaches is done with him you'll see. Xander will be just like he was before," Spike said to him.

Lindsey heard what Spike was saying to him, but he stopped listening after hearing the Xander still loved him. "Oh yeah ,Spike, then maybe you haven't seen this."  Lindsey said as he tore open the collar of his shirt. "Is this the new way to say `I love you ` Because if it is I
will stick to the old way." he said as he let go of his collar, letting it cover the bite mark on his neck. Spike knew that Lindsey didn't understand it now,  but a vampire's claim on another did have a small amount of love  behind it. Plus with his soul returned to him, Xander's love for Lindsey would be just as strong as it was before, if not stronger.

"Trust me, Luv, you'll see. Once Xander has been broken and his soul..."Spike's words died off as a hand clamped  around his throat.

"What do you mean `once Xander has been broken" What is Angel going to do to Xander" Spike could see the flames of anger burning in Lindsey's eyes as he tightened his hold on Spike's neck.

"Angel is going to make Xander his childe, but before he can he has to make Xander submit to him. It is the only way that Angel will be able to control him." Spike said as he struggled with the hand that would be killing him if he were still human.

When Lindsey let go of Spike the vampire dropped back into his seat. Lindsey let Spike's words run through his mind. Angel had to make Xander submit to him. From all the research he had done on Angel and Angelus, Lindsey knew what the vampire liked to use most to break his childer. Without saying a word Lindsey got up and ran out of the bar with Spike following him. Hopefully he wasn't too late the stop Angel.

******

As Angel continued to gently rock Xander in his arms, he wondered if the young vampire would hate him now for what he had had to do.  At one time Angel wouldn't have cared if he hurt one of his childe, but now, with his soul, he didn't know if he could bear the guilt if Xander hated him. Angel's thoughts were interrupted when Xander shift in his arms. He
looked down to see a pair of brown, watery eyes staring up at him.

"Angel what has happened to me. The last thing I remember was going to bed last night with you and the others alive, then I wake up dead, with visions of killing people in my mind." Xander said as he tried to hold back his tears.

Angel tucked Xander head back into his chest as he spoke softly to him. "I don't know what happened Xander, but we will find out. Don't worry, Childe, from now on nothing will ever harm you again. You have my word on that." Angel said to his Childe.

"Thank you, Sire." Xander said as he placed a small kiss on Angel's chest.

Hearing Xander call him Sire filled Angel with both pleasure and pain Pleasure, because Xander wasn't showing any hatred towards him, and pain, for the lost of Xander's humanity. Angel was too lost in the sins of his past to  realize that Xander was still kissing him. It wasn't until the young vampire started to lick one of Angel's nipples that the older vampire snapped out of his trace. Angel moaned softly as Xander continued to kiss and suck. When blunt teeth bit into the hardened nipple, Angel let out a low growl. Even though Angel was
enjoying what Xander was doing , he knew it was not the right thing to do at that moment. Just as Angel started to push Xander away, the young vampire jerked his head away from his Sire's chest. Xander took a quick sniff of the air, then  raced out the bedroom. As Angel stared at the door, he picked up a very familiar scent. Lindsey had came back to the hotel.

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As Lindsey stormed into the Hyperion he didn't know who he was mad at more. The people who had taken Xander and turned him into a vampire, Xander for biting him, or Angel for what he was going to do to one of his lovers. Lindsey was about to yell for Angel when he was suddenly wrapped in the arms of a sobbing vampire.

"Linds baby I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you so much." Xander said as he kissed him frantically. "Please don't leave me baby. I don't think I could go on without you by my side." Lindsey , somewhat shocked by how Xander was acting, put his arms around the young vampire to calm him down, as he had done several times in the past.

"It's ok, Xan,  I'm not going to leave you. I would never leave you no matter what." Lindsey said as he kissed the top of Xander's head. Lindsey's anger  slowly melted away as Xander began to gently kiss his neck. Although the pleasant warmth that Lindsey had grown to love was gone, the gentleness of the kisses could only have come from Xander. Lindsey was moaning from just the kisses alone, but when Xander moved to the bite mark on his neck, Lindsey stilled.

"Do you know,  this means that you are now mine.  That no one else can touch you without asking me first." Xander purred as he licked across the bite. The thing that once hurt so much was now filling Lindsey with pure pleasure. Each gentle lick sends a bolt of lightning right through his body, causing his cock to harden. Lindsey couldn't remember anything that made him feel as good as he was feeling right then. When Lindsey started to kiss Xander's neck, he was surprised to hear a soft purr coming from the vampire. Xander took hold of Lindsey's hips and pulled him in close. Lindsey gasped when he felt Xander's hard cock rub against his.

Both Lindsey and Xander were so lost in a sea of pleasure that neither of them noticed as Spike walked past them, or that Angel was right behind them watching everything they did. "Well, I guess it is safe to say it worked. Xander is now the newest childe of the great Angelus." Spike said with a chuckle.

Angel looked at Spike with a small grin. "Yeah, I guess you can say that Xander is like the best son I never had."

Spike just nodded his head until he realized what Angel had just said. "Hey, what about me." Spike said with a pout that just cause Angel to laugh.

Angel then took hold of Spike's shoulders and pulled him into his arms. "You know you will always be my best." Angel said as he kissed Spike.

When Lindsey and Xander heard Angel laugh both men turned to them. Lindsey let a small smile cross his lips as he watched the two vampires. Xander however had a different reaction to it. Lindsey heard the young vampire in his arms let out a low growl. Xander
then jumped from his arms and slammed into Spike. The force of the impact sent the two vampires sliding across the floor. When they stopped sliding Xander punched through the hardwood floor of the hotel and pulled up a large splinter of wood.

"What the hell you doing, Whelp!" Spike said as he tried to get out from under Xander, only to discover that Xander was  too strong for him to break away. Spike stared into the yellow eyes of his lover and saw anger behind them.

"Angel is my Sire, and I will not share him with anyone." Xander growled. Spike's whole body filled with fear as he saw the splinter of wood in Xander's hand come crashing down towards him.

Jericho