The Offering 12
The next evening, before they began the long drive back to Albuquerque, Xander convinced Spike to stroll through Sunnydale with him so he could take one last look at the town his human counterpart had been born and grown up in. Spike argued that it was dangerous because of the chances of running into the Slayer, who was not pleased that Spike had stolen Xander from her.
"Don´t worry about Buffy," Angel said.
Spike looked at him suspiciously. "Pup told me..."
"Spi–i–i–ke," Xander whined in protest of the nickname. Spike just smirked at him before continuing.
"...that you and the Slayer weren´t friends anymore."
"We´re not," Angel admitted. "But we´ve got a ...truce."
"A truce?" Spike sneered.
Angel ignored the gibe.
"What kind of truce?" Spike asked, unable to resist the temptation to bait Angel.
"We don´t kill humans, and she leaves us alone," Angel said. "And if a murderer or rapist happens to be found dead with puncture wounds in his neck, she lets it slide."
"Big of her," Spike drawled sarcastically. "So, how do you live?"
"Animal blood," Drusilla hissed.
"I know why Soulboy does it," Xander said to Dru, grinning at Angel´s look of irritation, "but why do you?"
Drusilla looked coyly at Angel from beneath her lashes. "Daddy says I must," she purred.
"Ahh, like that, is it?" Spike teased with a suggestive lift of his eyebrow.
"Shut up, Spike," Angel replied.
"Can we go, too, Daddy?" Drusilla asked, slipping her arm through Angel´s.
"Go where, princess?" Angel asked.
"For a walk with Spike and his puppy," she replied dreamily.
"Would you people stop calling me a puppy!" Xander said, annoyed.
"Let´s go," Spike said, grabbing Xander´s arm and dragging him towards the door. "The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get back home. Pup."
"Spike!"
They walked through the town, taking notice of the spots Xander remembered–the high school, The Bronze, the park, the cemeteries, Willow´s house. On their way back to the mansion, they ran into Buffy. Before they spotted her, Xander sensed her.
"What´s that?" he asked uneasily.
Spike was also scenting the air. "Slayer," he growled.
Buffy stepped onto the sidewalk a dozen yards ahead of them, and Drusilla hissed like a cat sprayed with water. "Angel," Buffy greeted the dark vampire, her tone conveying her obvious hurt, anger, and disgust that Angel had chosen Drusilla over her.
"Buffy," Angel returned the greeting evenly.
"Know anything about a body found locked in the trunk of a car?" she asked. "New Mexico license plates." When they got close enough for Buffy to recognize Spike, she stiffened. "Spike," she snarled, adjusting her grip on the stake she held in her hand. "What are you doing back in Sunnydale? I don´t suppose *you* know anything about the body?"
"Got my own car," he replied, not answering the question. "And I´m here because pup wanted to visit the place where he grew up one last time," he replied casually.
Buffy turned her attention to his boy, and Spike could see the wheels turning in her head. "X–Xander?" she asked hopefully.
"In the undead flesh," Xander quipped, and Buffy´s features hardened.
"He turned you," she spat.
"He saved me," Xander replied, straightening his shoulders and moving closer to Spike.
"No," Buffy denied, shaking her head.
"Yeah, after you and Soulboy here killed me." Xander turned to Angel. "No hard feelings, by the way," he said.
"Gee, thanks," Angel responded sarcastically.
"You´d have been safe if you´d just stayed in the library!" Buffy yelled.
"Yeah, that was gonna happen," Xander retorted. "You went off to kill my lover! What? You thought maybe I´d just sit there and let you?" he asked.
"We were your friends, Xander. We were doing what was best for you..."
"According to you."
"He´s a vampire. He didn´t love you," Buffy insisted. "He didn´t deserve..."
"Even if you´re right, it wouldn´t matter, because *I* loved him. But you´re wrong. He loved your human friend," Xander replied, making the differentiation between himself and the human boy clear. "And I know that better than anyone. You have any idea what it´s like being jealous of yourself?" he asked emotionally.
"Pup," Spike whispered.
"It´s okay," Xander said, turning to Spike, and running his hand over the older vampire´s chest soothingly. "I know you love me, too."
Spike pulled Xander to him and embraced him. "Do love you, pup," he whispered.
"I know," Xander said with a smile. "Really, I do. Love you, too...Sire," he said, and then leaned in to kiss him.
Buffy screamed, and it was filled with anger, fear, and loss. Over Xander´s shoulder, Spike saw Buffy move, and then Xander was looking at him with surprise in his eyes.
"Ow," he whimpered. "Spike?" he called out fearfully, and then dissolved to dust in Spike´s arms.
"Nooooooo!" Spike screamed as he watched Xander´s remains drift away on the night air.
Spike sat up with a jerk, coming instantly and painfully awake with the nightmare still fresh in his mind, the agony of Xander´s loss too fresh in his heart. He reached out frantically and found Xander´s back. The boy, his childe, was lying in the bed beside him on his stomach.
"Wassa matter?" Xander slurred sleepily, coming partially awake at Spike´s actions.
"Nothin´, pup," Spike said, laying back down beside Xander on his side so he could continue to look at the boy. "Go back to sleep."
"´Kay," Xander mumbled.
Spike softly rubbed Xander´s back as he watched the boy sleep, reassuring himself that he was still there with him, still alive–undead. He ran his fingers through dark brown hair that was getting long, and he debated cutting it, or making Xander grow it longer, then pictured the boy with long hair he could use like reins, holding tight to handfuls of hair as he fucked Xander´s face. Spike grew hard.
He skimmed his hand down Xander´s back and over his ass, squeezing and kneading the tempting mounds of flesh, and then slipping between them to trail fingers along the crack and over the tantalizing pucker he knew awaited him there. Spike massaged the area around Xander´s hole, and slid the tip of his finger inside it. The boy was still slick with Spike´s juices. Spike grew harder.
Xander moaned and pushed back against his finger. "Thought I was s´posed ta go back ta sleep?" he muttered.
"Changed my mind," Spike said as he rolled onto Xander´s back, his erection pressing against the soft globes of the boy´s ass. Xander spread his legs, and Spike maneuvered his hips until his cock head was lined up at the boy´s entrance.
Spike pressed forward as Xander pushed back, and was almost immediately fully seated within the boy. He moaned, and placed kisses along Xander´s shoulders. Spike laid his hands over Xander´s and entwined their fingers.
"You know I love you, yeah, pup?" he asked as he moved his hips, slowly thrusting into Xander.
Xander curled his fingers around Spike´s, and turned his head to look back over his shoulder at the older vampire. He smiled saucily. "You went pretty far towards convincing me of that last night," he said, then wiggled his ass. "But I´m always willing to gather more evidence."
Spike pulled out of Xander, and then slammed back in. Xander grunted, and his eyes lost focus when Spike rammed his prostate. "That a fact?" Spike asked with faked nonchalance.
"S–Spike," Xander whimpered, letting his head fall back down onto the bed, pressing his forehead into the mattress as he clenched Spike´s fingers. "Please..."
"Love you, Xander," Spike said. "My Childe..."
He pistoned into and out of Xander´s ass, fucking him with wild abandon as he sought to convince himself that Xander wasn´t dust. When Xander was keening and writhing beneath him, Spike morphed and sank his fangs into the boy´s shoulder, then drank of him.
Xander screamed as he came, and then Spike roared as his childe´s ambrosial blood and clenching muscles dragged him into oblivion.
Spike sat at the table and watched Angel drink his blood out of a mug. He frowned, grimaced. "That smells disgustin´," he opined.
Angel didn´t deign to reply.
"If you think it smells bad, you should taste it," Dru muttered, stirring the blood she´d added what had to be unhealthy doses of cinnamon and nutmeg to.
Spike opened his mouth to ask why she drank it, then remembered his dream and snapped his jaw shut. Just then Xander came bounding into the kitchen.
"Hey," he said in greeting. "Spike, I was thinking, how about a walk through Sunnydale before we leave? You know, for old time´s sake."
If Spike´s heart beat, it would have stopped then.
"I don´t think that´s a good idea," Angel spoke up. "It´s too soon after your...disappearance. I don´t think Buffy would handle seeing your vampire self at this stage."
Xander looked hopefully at Spike.
"The wanker´s right, pup," he said with finality, ignoring Xander´s pout. "Besides, I want to get on the road so we can get home. Hard telling what those miserable excuses for minions are doing while we´re away."
"Want something to eat before you leave?" Angel asked.
"Sure," Xander said. "Got anything in a pretty, young blonde?"
Drusilla bounced with glee. "Those are my favorites, too!" she announced.
Angel just glared at Xander. "Nah," Spike said. "We´ll pick up someone on the way out of town."
Angel turned the glare on him. Spike grinned unrepentantly.
"Does he make you happy, luv?" Spike asked as he hugged Drusilla goodbye. "He´s treating you right? I have to tell you, pet, I thought you were bollocksed to stay here waiting for him instead of leaving with us."
Drusilla glanced over at Angel, and then back at Spike. "Oh, yes," she whispered with a giggle.
Remembering the dream once more, Spike said, "Enough said, luv."
While Drusilla and Spike were saying goodbye, Xander stood next to Angel, his arms crossed over his chest. Spike thought the two dark vampires looked good standing there like that, then mentally slapped himself and resolved to get Xander out of there as soon as possible.
"So," Xander said, "now that I know what a sire is, I´m wondering why you didn´t tell us you were Spike´s sire? I mean, Spike mentioned it the one time, but you never explained..."
"Would you want people to know you´d sired Spike?" Angel asked.
"Hey!" Spike said as he released Drusilla. "I heard that."
Angel cracked a smile.
"Come here, puppy," Drusilla cooed. "I want to give you a proper goodbye this time." Xander rolled his eyes, but didn´t say anything about the nickname as he moved into Drusilla´s embrace. She hugged him and placed a kiss on his cheek. "I´ve got a present for you," she said, and drew Xander across the room.
Spike stood beside Angel and watched Drusilla and Xander, wondering why all the vampires in his life had dark hair.
"You´ll bring Drusilla to visit, now that we´re settled in?" he asked without looking at Angel, though he could feel the other vampire´s dark eyes appraising him.
"That might be arranged," Angel replied.
Spike nodded. "Next November, maybe," he suggested. "I know it´s a while, and you can bring her sooner, if she wants, but mark your calendar for November."
"What´s in November?" Angel asked.
"We´ll have a birthday of sorts to celebrate," Spike said, his eyes never leaving Xander. "And I´m thinking of taking a consort on the anniversary date," he added quietly. He saw Angel start out of the corner of his eye.
"Xander?" his sire asked.
Spike couldn´t hold back the smile. "Yeah," he said, "Xander."
Angel hesitated as he thought about that. "All right," he finally said, and Spike sagged with relief that his sire had given his implicit approval of the union. "Just let us know when and where."
"I´ll give you a call," Spike said.
"I don´t have a phone," Angel replied.
"Dru´s got a cell," Spike informed him.
"She does?"
"´Course. How do you think she knew that Xander was coming?" Spike asked. At Angel´s embarrassed _expression Spike laughed. "You didn´t really think the stars told her, did you?" he mocked. "I called her on the cell and told her to get your ass out there to make sure he didn´t do anything foolish, like take on the Slayer. Didn´t know *you* were gonna try an´ stake ´im," he added resentfully.
"I wasn´t..." Angel´s brow furrowed. "I thought you didn´t know Dru was still in Sunnydale?"
Spike smirked at him.
"Ready?" Xander interrupted them.
"What´s wrong?" Spike asked when he saw the look on Xander´s face.
"I just think we really need to get going," Xander said.
"Don´t forget your pressie," Drusilla said, handing Xander a shoe box.
Xander forced a fake smile. "Thanks," he said, gingerly taking the box, and then leading the way to the front door.
"What is it?" Spike asked.
"See ya!" Xander said, giving a little wave to Angel and Drusilla before stepping out of the mansion.
"Xander?" Spike asked as he followed Xander to the car.
"Yeah?"
"What´s in the box?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"Xander..."
Xander stopped walking and resignedly held the box out. Spike took it from him and opened it, then nearly choked on his laughter.
"Yeah, you laugh," Xander snarled.
"You should be honored, pup," Spike said. "Miss Edith has always been her favorite."
"Yeah, yeah," Xander said, grabbing the box away from Spike. "Let´s get home, I´m suddenly in the mood for a tea party."
Spike groaned. Xander smirked at him.
"Or you can just fuck me again," he offered.
"Now that," Spike said, taking Xander´s hand and leading him to the car, "is an offer I can´t refuse."
The End
