Good Nurse

by
Michelle

5 The End.

A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn

Xander tossed and turned in his sleep. No. He hadn't done anything!
Nothing bad, at least! I just wanted to *help*!

So I held ead ead up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
We're all held captives
Out from the sun
A sun that shines for only some
We the meek are all in one
I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternal

Okay. This is so wrong! What'd I do? I'm just trying to help someone! Okay! Some evil, sadistic killer, sure, but this? Hell and torment is what I get? Xander rolled and groaned.

Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Aint' got no time
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I cry out to god
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison.

"No!" Xander woke breathing heavily, the words echoing in his head.
Had he? Had he created his own prison? Shit. He had. Too late he noticed the alarm clock was blaring out CREED. Damn! Would he never stop setting that thing in his sleep? He quickly shut it off before CREED could start to preach more to him. God damned preachy rock bands! All he needed to hear was Pity For A Dime! He chuckled mirthlessly to himself as he snuggled back into the covers and Spike.
Hadn't they scared him enough? He just started to drift back to sleep when the phone woke him.

"Yeah?" He mumbled in greeting.

"Um...hi. Xander? Hi. It's . . .um. . .it's Willow."

Fuck.

"Hey, Wills. Kinda early isn't it?"

"It's one, Xander."

Huh? Why the fuck was his alarm going off at one in the afternoon?!
"One, you say?" Shit! Carla! "Yeah. One. Umm...Wills, can I call you back later?"

Fuck.

"Yeah. No problem. But, um...Xan?"

"Yeah?"

"Did, um, Spike tell you I came by?"

Well of course he hadn't been kidding. Xander let out a sigh.
"Yeah, Willow, he told me. And we can talk about that later, can't we?" He got no response. "Willow? We can talk about it can't we?"

"Oh! Yes! Sure we can. Later. I, uh . . .I just wanted to make sure he hadn't killed you or turned you into his, um hisloveslaveoranything." Willow giggled nervously into the phone.

Xander sighed, relieved. God bless Willow. "I'm okay, Willow. Very okay. With everything." Xander told her, sitting up and looking around for his jeans. "I'll call you later and we'll go out. Or I'll meet you for lunch or something, kay? You and me?" He snatched up his jeans and pulled Carla's number from the pocket.

"Yeah. You and me. And, uh. . .Spike?"

Xander gave a real laugh. "Yeah, Wills. You, Spike, and me. Out. I'll call you, kay? I promise."

"Okay. Bye Xander." She ended the call. Xander kept the phone at
his ear, listening to the drone of the dead line, while he looked at the paper in his hand. He'd lose her. Lose his Willow. His best friend.

"Bye Willow."

He dialed the number.

"Whozit?"

"Um, it's Xander. Remember me? From last night?"

"Um, yeah, sure. The cute bartender with the neutered, jealous, vampire lover. You okay?"

"Me? Sure I am. I didn't drink a fifth of scotch!"

A chuckle came from the other end. "Xander, honey, I hate to tell you this, but your boss does some serious watering down of his liquor! I had to hit up the mini bar to get a good buzz on!"

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'd have gotten you good stuff if I had known."

Another chuckle. "That's okay. If it was the good stuff, I might not have remembered our conversation and our commitment to de-neuter your vampire. What say I pick you two up in, oh, say three hours?"

"Well, Spike can't go out in the sun."

"Yeah, yeah. I've arranged for a nice limo with blacked windows for the drive. You can cover him enough to make it to the car, can't you?

"Yes. We can do that. Three o'clock it is. Pick us up at.." Xander gave her directions to his house and hung up the phone. The feeling of dread he had felt ending his conversation with Willow had left. He felt good. Happy. Expectant, even. He lay back down next to Spike. He kissed the vampire's pale shoulder and whispered, "I'm going to get you all better, Spike." into his ear. Spike heard, grinned, and said nothing.

The first thing Spike saw upon entering the limo was legs. Legs encased in silk stockings and ending in four-inch heels. The legs crossed so that the short red skirt rode up even more against the tightly muscled thighs when Xander came into the limo and sat down.

Xander began to pull the tarp from his head. Good bloody thing he came in first. Bloody cow.

"Welcome, Xander." Carla uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. The twat. "And you too, vampire. Are we all ready for our adventure?"

"We are at your whim, lovely one. Do with us what you will. We are but your play things." Spike murmured, picking up her hand and kissing the back of it. He laid it to rest on his thigh, giving her his most charming smile.

"Oh, my, but you do clean up all pretty, don't you?"

"On rare occasions, I do try. Spike gave her a melting smile.

Xander coughed, and Spike turned his limpid gaze on the boy. "Okay, pet?"

"Um, yeah. Just something caught in my throat." Spike snarled silently at him, one side of his mouth turning up. Xander coughed again, choking on a laugh.

"Well, the first thing we are going to do is go to a clinic I know where we can get a Cat Scan. See what's in there and if I can take it out."

"And then?" Xander asked while Spike kept playing with her hand. He was doing that on purpose the shit!

"Well. Most micro chips don't use a metal that is drawn to magnets, but we can't be too sure. I've never encountered this type of brain modification before. This is new and radical." She grinned at the pair. "It's very exciting! I'm curious to get a good look at it."

"Once you get it out of me 'ead, that is, right, pet?"

Carla giggled and blushed. "Of course. Don't worry. I won't kill you on the altar of my curiosity! I promise!"

Spike patted her hand. "Well, good, then." He smiled at her again. "Never fear, pet. Once you get this thing out o' me 'ead, I'll be your willing labrat. Good?"

"Yes!" She smiled. "Thank you! I wasn't sure you'd be willing, ah, Spike."

"Please. Call me William."

"Well. William, then. I won't want to keep you long. A few days at the most, I'm sure."

Xander gasped.

"A few days for a life time? That is no bother, sweets. No bother at all." Spike told her.

It was after sunset by the time they made it to the clinic in Los Angles. Xander and Spike followed her into the darkened building.

"Did you ever see HOLLOWEEN 2?" Xander whispered to Spike as they followed Carla through the empty halls.

"Oh yes! When Mikey went to the hospital and killed everyone? Hilarious! Loved it!"

"Yeah, well, bully for you! It scared the shit out of me! I don't like this!"

"Here we are!" Carla pushed open a door and motioned the other two inside.

"Juan? Mike?" Carla shouted over the loud music blaring.

A white-coated technician came from another room, sucking on a large lollipop. "Doc!" He placed a clipboard down on a computer panel and came over the hug Carla. "What's up? How's things with you?"

Spike took care to turn himself and Xander away from the tech's view.

"Good. Real good, Mike. But I need a favor. I want to scan this guy."

"Sure. No problem! Gimmie the control sheet."

"That's just it. He doesn't have one. He's not a patient. No insurance. I'm doing a nice thing. Trying to, with your help that is."

"Doc."

"I know. I'm a shit for asking you. But what I'm asking is that you take your break and you come back and we'll be gone."

The tech gave her a doubtful look. "I don't know, Doc. What if Myer's comes-"

Carla laughed. "You know that fool is not going to come in after hours! Not even if his wife has an aneurysm! Please. Do this for me?" She walked closer and whispered into his ear.

"Sure. Okay, Doc. I need to go get an espresso, anyway. Half an hour? And if an urgent comes in you do it?"

Carla gave him a sharp salute. "To the best of my ability, sir."

"Fine. Go to it."

"Thanks, Mike." The tech headed out and Carla grabbed Spike. "Strip down to your skivvies, handsome."

"All the pretty ladies end up saying that to me, Doc." Spike told her as he began to strip.

"I'm almost sure they do."

"Come on. We don't have a lot of time." Carla pulled him into another room once he was down to his silk boxers.

"Lay down." She urged him on to a narrow table and then began to strap his head in place. Spike gave her a wicked grin. "Oh, I like these games, pet, I do."

Carla snickered. "Maybe we can play more later. For now, keep your head still." She walked out shutting the door behind her. She went to the control panel and began to push some buttons. Xander watched as screens lit up. She pushed a few more buttons and the table Spike was strapped to began to move. Soon Xander could see what he assumed to be Spike's head and brain appearing on the screens. "Yes! See here? This is a bone window. He has had a craniotomy! And this! This right here! Foreign object! Small, but right there! Oh, yeah.
I can cut this thing out! Not gonna be a problem!" She pushed a few more buttons. "You know, this is really outrageous! His brain has the look of a fully functional one!"

Xander took offense. "He has a fully functional brain! He's Spike!"

Carla chuckled. "Xander, he's dead. No heart beat. No heart pumping his blood. Medically speaking, nothing should work! Every organ in the human body needs blood flowing to it! How does he work?"

"He's not human, Carla. He's a vampire."

"You're right!" She smiled at Xander. "Come on! Go free your vampire and let's go do this!"

"Where to now, then, Doctor?" Spike asked, once back in the limo.

Carla clutched Spike's CT to her chest. "We go to my place and remove your chip." She grinned at him. "What's your pain tolerance?"

"Give me a good dose of Jack Daniel's and I'm up for most pain."

"No. Thins the blood. And I don't want to put you to sleep. I don't want you out of it."

"You're plannin' to cut me' 'ead open and not put me out! Not even offer me a drink? You are loopy, you bloody co-"

"What Spike means to say is 'Ow. Won't that hurt'?" Xander asked.

"Maybe. Don't know. Did it hurt when they put the chip in?"

"I was OUT!"

"Well, that's just too dangerous. I don't know enough about your physiology to put you out safely and cut into your head. I need you to tell me what you feel. Don't worry. I'll numb the area."

"Numb the area you say? Like it was a tooth?"

"Yes. Like that. I'll shoot you full of some really nice drugs. Don't worry. What's your drug tolerance? For painkillers? Stuff like that? Do you get loaded?"

Spike growled. "What? Like do I down seconal for kicks?"

Carla smiled. "Yes. Have you? Can you?"

Spike sighed. "I can get loopy off pharmaceuticals. I just prefer not to."

"Good for you. And Xander. You're a big fellow. You can spare a pint or two of blood."

"No!" Spike yelled.

Two pairs of startled eyes turned to stare at him. One in curiosity the other with hurt.

Just what was so wrong with his blood? Xander thought. Spike had taken in a lot of his bodily fluids, damn it, what was so wrong with his blood?

"Can't we stop somewhere and get some animal blood?"

"You mean, you can survive on animal blood?" Carla asked.

"In a pinch, pet." Spike smiled at her.

"But then why kill people?"

"You eat meat, pet?"

"Yes. I love meat. Never made it to the vegetarian way, no matter how much more healthy it is."

"Like hamburgers?"

"Sure."

"But don't you like the taste of a nice juicy steak better?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do-ah, I see. It's a matter of taste.
Of choice."

"Yes."

"Well, no matter then. I have plenty of animal blood."

Neither vampire nor mortal had the nerve to ask why.

Xander did have the nerve, however, to lean down to Spike's ear and demand to know just what was so wrong with his blood.

"Just keep quiet, pet. And if this loopy cow tries any crazy shit, you run! You get the fuck away from her! And you'll need all your soddin', delicious blood to do that! Got it?"

"I am so touched, Spike." Xander whispered back.

"Xanpet? Sweetxan?"

"Yes?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Kay."

If Xander hadn't already been in love the hateful, soulless vampire, he would have fallen right then and there. Yep, he decided. He was one sick puppy. The thought made him grin.

"Follow me boys."

And they did.

Into a Gothic looking mansion Angelus might have given his draining teeth for. There were even gargoyles as big as Spike perched on each corner of the roof. But still they followed her, as she led them into what looked to be the "family room". One wall had a large screen TV and stereo system with speakers as tall as Xander. A large sectional leather sofa dominated the middle of the room and the back wall was lined in floor to ceiling bookcases. The two clutched hands as they watched Carla walk to the bookcase and pull out one particular book.

A panel opened to a staircase and she walked down.

"Come along, boys."

Hands squeezed tight together as they followed her down into a dungeon laboratory complete with hospital bed and what from they could tell, all types of hospital equipment.

"Bleedin' Jesus Christ on a cross. She's bloody Dr. Frankenstein!"

The door shut behind them when they were half way down the staircase.

Xander jumped.

"Um, doc?" Spike called out.

"Yes? What is it?"

"Could you open that door again, and maybe keep it open? Don't mean to be a pain in yer ass, but I'm a bit claustrophobic, what with me spending me first years in crypts and graves and such, but I'd feel a whole lot more relaxed if you'd open up that door!"

"Huh? Sure." She went to a panel on an island in the middle of her-operating room-and hit a button causing the door to slide open.

"Did you see that, pet?" Spike whispered to Xander.

"Yeah. Third red knob from the left."

"There's a good Xan, then. You remember that if she starts slicing out pieces of my brain, pet!"

"Spike! I am not going to let her start-"

Spike let out a put upon sigh. "You do as I say pet!"

"Okay, Spike." Xander let it go. No way was he going to let this crazy bitch hurt his Spike. Not when this whole thing was his fault.

"Don't think I won't haunt your ass, Xander!" Spike hissed at him.

Xander laughed. He couldn't help it.

"Okay. Lets get started." Carla called out. Without them noticing she had set up. Several bags of blood hung from and IV pole along with a clear liquid they couldn't identify next to a hospital bed covered in black plastic.

"Take a seat, Spike. Xander, come hold his hand, like a good wife."

Once Spike was seated, Carla picked up his arm and began to swab his hand with disinfectant.

"Needles don't bother you, do they vampire?"

"Not when I'm pushing them into someone, they don't."

Carla smiled and began slapping at his hand. "You're funny. Are all vampires comedians?"

"Just the funny-ha-ha ones." Xander offered.

"Mmm." Carla mumbled, pushing a butterfly needle into a vein on top of Spike's hand. "There. Very nice." Blood began to rise into the tubing and she quickly went to a valve that pushed blood into, rather than pulled blood out of Spike. She looked up and into his eyes.
"Fascinating! How does blood flow without the heart to move it?"

Spike grinned at her. "Vampire magic. Take the chip out and I'll tell you all about it."

"Yes. You will." She smiled and shoved another IV into him.

"What is that?"

"Salin. Just in case. We don't want him to get dehydrated, do we?"

"Um, no, I guess not."

"We don't. Turn over and lay face down. Does your hair grow?"

"Yes. Why? Are me roots showin'?"

"They are, but I'm going to shave your head a bit."

"Why? The bloody fucks that put it in didn't shave my head!"

"Do you know how long you were out after they put the chip in?

"No."

"Then how do you know they didn't shave your head?" With that Spike heard the ominous sound of clippers being turned on. Carla made quick work of baring the patch of skull she wanted. "All done, and what a pretty skull you have."

"Fughu." Spike said into the bedding.

"Now just calm down. This will sting a bit." Xander watched as Carla picked up a large syringe with a long needle and jammed it into Spike's neck. She pushed the plunger in and withdrew the needle before either could voice protest.

"What the hell was that?" Xander demanded.

"What the 'ell did you shoot me with, woman?"

"Mild sedative. You'll be a bit dopey but nothing major. Like smoking a joint."

"Oh, and I bet you know all about that!" Spike snipped.

"Sure. Just relax. Xander?"

"What?"

"Pet him. Relax him, okay?" She began to busy herself with looking over sharp looking knives and evil looking clamps. Xander leaned over to whisper into Spike's ear. "I still feel good about this, Spike. She's not so nuts. She can do this."

"Xan?"

"Yes? What is it, Spike?"

"Com'ere. Where I can see you."

"Yes, do. Move Xander. Let's switch sides. Keep him talking."

Xander moved to the other side and kneeled down so he could look into Spike's eyes. "Hi, Spike."

Xander got a little nauseous when Carla began sticking a needle into Spike's head. She had put on a mask, leaving only her eyes revealed.
"Just a little prick, Spike. Just to numb you up. You won't feel a thing."

"Xanpet?"

"What?"

"This drunken' dozy mare you foun' is a bleeding liar! Little prick, my prick! It bleedin' 'urts!" Xander winced in sympathy. "Oh. Never min' Xan. I don' feel a bloody thin'"

"That's good, bade." Xander murmured as he watched her slice into his scalp and blood pour forth. Lots of blood. She pulled his scalp back from his skull and began to clamp. Yuck.

"Xander?" She asked, not looking up from Spike's head.

"Huh?"

"You see that clamp on that second tube of blood? Yeah. That's it. Release it. That's a good boy. Kay. Let's see what we have in here." She picked up, what looked to Xander like a dentists drill, and began to drill into Spike's skull.

"Bloody hell! Wha's she doin?"

"Nothing!" Xander said quickly.

"Doesn't soun like nuthin'! soun's bloody awful!"

Xander's panic filled eyes flew to Spike's when Carla lifted a section of the vampire's skull and dropped it into a tray at her side. "How you doin' babe? Spike? You okay?"

"Yeah. Why? Wah she doin'?"

"I've opened a section of your cranium, Spike. I cut along the previous incision, so displacement shouldn't be a problem. And I see the implant. Its not imbedded deeply. There are a few wires going to different sections of your brain, but I'm lifting those, now. Do you feel anything?"

"No. Shou' I?"

"No. I have the wires out and I'm picking up the chip. Still, okay? Spike? You still feel okay? I want you to wiggle your toes and fingers for me, okay?"

Spike wiggled his toes and flipped her off.

"Still feel okay, Spike?"

"Yeah, yeah. But Xan is green. Shou'e be green?"

"Yes. Xander should be green. He should be really sick soon."

When Carla tossed the chip and it's wires over her shoulder and replaced Spike's skull, Xander thought he'd be fine. He'd made it, and more importantly to him, Spike had made it. But when he watched as she picked up tiny nails and a hammer and began to pound into his Spike he lost it. He fell back in a dead faint.

Spike watched it happen in slow motion. "Carladoc?"

"Humm?" Carla asked as she pounded the last nail in and began to sew the scalp back together.

"Fix my Xannypet!"

She chuckled as she tied off the last stitch. "Your Xander is fine. Your brain was just too ugly for him to bear. He fainted is all."

"Oh. Carladoc?"

"What?"

"I bet my brain was as fuckin' gorgeous as th' res 'o me!"

"It was. It really was."

"Well. Good then. Now fix my Xanpet!"

Carla pulled off her mask and stripped off her surgical gloves. "He'll be fine. Just let him sleep. You both need sleep."

"He canna sleep down there withou' me!" Spike tried to reach down to Xander.

"Hey! Cut that out! Wait!" She came over and rolled Xander out of her way. Spike growled, softly. His foggy mind registered the fact, that while his head throbbed a bit, it wasn't an incapacitating pain, and he most assuredly wanted to kill her for touching what was his.

He grinned.

Carla came back pushing another gurney with her. She pushed it next to Spike's. "Now you don't move!"

"Kay. Won' move. Gimme my Xr!"r!"

Carla reached down and began to slap at Xander's cheeks. "Xander!"
She yelled sharply. "Xander! Wake up!"

"What? Stop that! Spike?" Xander came to and looked into the drug-fogged eyes of Spike. He offered a small smile. When it was returned Xander stood and hugged Carla.

"Thank you!"

Xander heard the faint growl. He quickly made his way over to and onto the gurney that had been placed next to Spike's. He grabbed Spike's hand and held it tightly. "How you feeling Spike?"

Spike grinned faintly. "Good enough to eat." His eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep. Xander lay his head down and began to drift off himself.

"Make sure he doesn't toss and turn, Xander."

"He doesn't." Xander told her without opening his eyes. "He sleeps like the dead."

"I'll check back in a few hours. Or eight hours. I think you two can use eight hours. I know I could. After a nice drink."

"Absolutely fascinating!" Carla murmured, checking on Spike's incision.

Xander woke in an instant. "What? What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing! It's perfect! Almost healed in fact. Remarkable, really."

Xander smiled at her before running his hand across his face. "Maybe you just do good work, Doc."

"I do do good work. I do fantastic work, but this healing. . this healing is beyond anything I've ever imagined. He's even got hair growing back!"

Spike sat up, knocking Carla's hand away. "I bloody damn well *better* have hair growing back!"

"Spike?"

"What is it, pet?

"Did it work? Can you tell?"

Spike stretched and jumped from the bed. He pulled the tubes from his hand, tossing them aside. He bounced on the balls of his feet as if getting ready to run. "Only one way to find out, pet!"

He reached out a hand and grabbed Carla by the neck, bringing her flush against his body. He grinned into her fear filled eyes and ignored her flailing arms as he shifted to game face and sank his fangs into her neck. Spike damn near became weak in the knees when the first hot rush of fear tainted *human* blood poured into his eager mouth. He brought his other hand up to clutch a handful of her hair, wrenching her head back and to the side, as he sucked at and tore into her neck.
He slurped and suckled like a wild, starving animal. And that was what he felt like. What he was. Some wild predator held too long captive in a cage, fed only dog food, while this, this feast waited for him, just outside his cage doors. When he pulled deeply at her neck and drew forth no more blood, he held her limp body up by her head.

He smiled into her dead eyes. "Fascinating, wasn't it, pet?" He let her limp body drop at his feet and smiled at Xander. "Give us a kiss, then, pet."

6 The Beginning (After The End).

Spike hummed a jaunty tune as he ambled up the basement stairs.

When he came inside the house the smells assaulted him: blood, excrement, urine and death. Lovely. He began to whistle as he headed towards the living room and his childe. He slipped on something squishy and almost fell.

" the the bleedin' hell is that?" Spike looked down at the thing he had slipped on. "What'n'ell?" He took a closer look. A liver. A very enlarged and unhealthy looking liver, but a liver, none the less.

He grinned.

He was so proud.

He wiped his boot on the carpet and continued on.

"Xanpet?" He reached the living room and stopped. Just to look. To take it all in. It was beauty. It was art. It was his Xander gone mad. Beautiful.

The room was awash in blood and death's gore. Xander sat at his father's side. The elder Harris' face was unrecognizable; beaten bloody and crushed by Xander's fists hours ago; he was split open from chest to groin while Xander played with his innards. Organs and ribs were strewn about with abandon and Xander was busy wrapping his father up with the man's own intestines tying . . . bows.

Spike couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Xander looked up from his latest bow to grin at his Sire. "Always hated his guts. Thought I'd make 'em pretty. You like?"

"I love it, pet. It's fuckin' wonderful. You're an artist, Xander."

Xander grinned at Spike and stood. He looked back down at his father all tied up nice and pretty with his intestines. Very nice. Xander brought his hand to his mouth and began licking the blood from his fingers. "He smells even worse now than he did when he was alive, though. I didn't think that was possible."

Spike chuckled and went to stand by the sofa. "Come here, pet." He motioned for Xander.

"Lay down." He told his childe once he was at his side. Xander did. He stretched out on the sofa and looked up at Spike with worshipful, demon yellow, eyes. Spike sank to his knees next to the sofa and began to unbutton Xander's blood soaked shirt.

"You're all bloody, pet." He leaned over Xander and began to lick the blood splatters from the boy's face.

"Was it fun, pet?"

Lick.

"Did you like doin' away with yer mum an' dad?"

Lick.

Spike's cool tongue swiped over Xander's blood coated brows and then to and then across the boy's lips.

"Yes!" Xander hissed. He opened his mouth and reached his hands up, clutching at Spike's head, pulling him down for a kiss. Xander's fangs came down and he sliced at Spike's tongue, his cock hardening instantly, at the first taste of his sire's blood. Spike chuckled and moved his mouth down, licking blood from the boy's neck and chest. His hands went to Xander's jeans and began to unbutton and unzip.

Spike stood and pulled the boys jeans down and off, sending Xander's jeans and sneakers flying across the room. Spike quickly reached down to undo his own pants and free himself. He moved to place his hard cock at Xander's mouth.

"Suck me, pet."

Xander opened wide and took Spike into his mouth and down his throat.
Spike sank himself into the boy's throat until he felt Xander's tongue run along his sac. He pushed forward a bit more. His Xander no longer needed to breathe and Spike reveled in this new freedom, fucking his cock in and out of Xander's throat with abandon. Xander's hands came up and clutched at Spike's ass, pulling him closer and deeper. When the boy sank a finger into the blonde's ass and rubbed his prostate, Spike howled and thrust forward once more, shooting his release down Xander's receptive throat.

Xander sat up, keeping his mouth on Spike's cock and his hands at Spike's waist. He drew his leg over, so that Spike stood between his open legs and continued to nurse at his sire's cock. Xander let Spike's soft cock fall from his mouth and ran his hands up Spike's chest, to his nipples.

He kissed and nipped at Spike's stomach while his thumbs rubbed Spike's nipples to hard peaks. He stood, slowly, kissing and suckling at his sire all the while. Xander ran his tongue across Spike's collarbone and up his neck. He moved his mouth to the juncture of Spike's shoulder and neck, pausing to suckle. He ran his tongue up the older vampire's neck to his chin.

Xander placed his mouth over his sire's and thrust his tongue in for a deep kiss. His hands came up to grasp Spike around the shoulders and hold him close. Xander broke the kiss and moved behind Spike. He pressed his body close; his hard cock nestled in the crack of Spike's perfect ass. Xander bent to lick at Spike's ear.

"I want you, Spike. I want to be in you. Is that okay?" Xander moved his cock forward a bit. "Can I do that?" Xander bent his knees a bit and licked once more at his sire's ear. "I want to feel you from the inside. May I, please?"

Spike pushed his ass back against his childe with a grin. He knew Xander wasn't thinking about power plays or games. Wasn't trying to dominate him in any way. Xander just wanted him. "You can come into me, pet. Fuck me."

Xander dropped to his knees and moved his mouth between his sire's ass cheeks. He thrust his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and laved at it. Xander followed, his tongue still deep inside his sire, when Spike fell to his knees and down over the sofa.

"Now, pet."

Xander grunted and pulled his mouth away. He quickly took his cock in hand and placed it at his sire's tight hole. Xander grabbed Spike's shoulders and pushed in. Xander's mouth went to suckle at Spike's neck as he began to move in and out of his sire with slow, deep thrusts. It felt so good. Xander wanted to stay this way forever, held tight and deep inside of his sire; his lover. He never wanted to come. Never wanted to move. This was heaven.

Spike pushed his ass back hard against Xander. "Fuck me, Xander."
Spike commanded.

Xander's fogged mind cleared and he began to fuck Spike with ever increasing speed. Now he wanted to come. Now he wanted to fuck.

Harder and faster, he thrust himself into Spike. Never had anything felt so good, so perfect. With increasing speed he worked himself in and out of his sire. He was thinking of nothing but reaching the point where he emptied himself into Spike.

"Harder, Xander!"

Xander bit down on Spike's shoulder and thrust with frenzied speed. He came when Spike's blood filled his mouth. He thrust in once more, deep and hard. Xander rested all his weight upon his sire and licked at the wound he had caused. Xander carefully pulled himself out of his sire and quickly moved to lie on the sofa once more.

"I'm sorry, sire." He turned his head to the side, ashamed of biting his sire without permission.

Spike moved quickly to Xander's neck and bit down savagely, establishing his dominance and at the same time, reassuring the boy. He suckled for a short moment. He pulled away and gave Xander a bloody grin.

"You did good, pet. You do me proud." He laughed and stood, pulling Xander up with him. "You need to sleep, luv, sun's almost up. What say we take a nap in your parent's bed? Humm?"

Xander nodded, his eyes seeking and finding his mother's body slumped at the foot of the stairs. He grinned at his sire. "They won't be needing it, will they?" He made a point of stepping on her as he made his way up the stairs.

Spike laughed glancing at the dead woman. He sat on the sofa to remove his boots and jeans. He'd been a bit disappointed when Xander had simply broken his mother's neck upon entry. The boy had shown such sadistic promise in Los Angeles after his turning. Even with the first burning hunger drumming tgh hgh him, Xander had taken delight in playing with his victims before feeding. Spike grinned. The boy had more than made up for any lack of excitement once his father had come home. His Xander was proving to be truly worthy, and better yet, entertaining childe. He stood and followed his childe up the stairs, a grin on his face. There was still lots of fun to be had in good ole' Sunnyhell.

7 Arson: And Other Fun Things To Do While Dead.

The ringing phone woke Spike. He nudged Xander but got no response. The boy was still dead asleep. The young needed sleep and his boy had been busy the night before. Spike knew he must be all tuckered out. He picked up the phone with a grin. "'Ello?"

"Spike?"

"Willow? Is that you, witch?" Spike turned to spoon his sleeping childe. He snuggled up close to Xander's back, throwing a leg over Xander's hips. "Witch? Willow? What was it you wanted?"

"Um. . .? Is Xander there?"

"Yep. 'E's right here. Sleep, though."

"It's four o'clock!"

"Really? You don't say? Well I blame myself for these late hours the boy has been keeping, I do. I've turned him into a regular night-owl, I have."

"Where have you two been? I've been trying to call for days! Have you done something to him?"

"OOO. . . That's a loaded question, that is, witch. I've done all sorts of nasty things to him. Want a list?" Spike began to lick at Xander's shoulder.

"I want to talk to Xander, Spike." Willow's voice was firm. Spike grinned.

"Witch, I'm flattered that you think I could 'ave hurt the boy in my condition, but I assure you 'es just sleeping." Spike moved the mouthpiece away and spat in his hand. He rubbed his hand over the head of his cock and placed it between the sleeping Xander's ass cheeks.

"What say the three of us have dinner?" He pushed his cock forward, holding back his groan of pleasure once he was inside Xander's tightness.

"Dinner? You, me and Xander?"

Spike thrust forward. "Uh huh. . . Yes! I mean, wouldn't that be nice? You'd like that wouldn't you, witch? Make sure I haven't hurt your friend?" Spike bit back another groan when Xander instinctively pushed back against him. "Ah, pet."

"What?"

"Ah, yes, I mean yes, dinner. Why don't we pick you up? Or we could meet somewhere?" Spike thrust forward as Xander pushed back. "Um.. we'll-shit!-I mean, we'll go out-talk. I'd like to know my Xanpet's best friend better."

"Who is this?"

"Very funny, witch, but I'm tired too, and I wanna sleep some more.
We could meet at that ice cream shop Xander likes so much, eh? And your slayer-bitch friend is not invited! I'll put up with you for Xander, but not that bitch, got it?" Spike thrust in deep and didn't pull back.

"Witch? Hear me? No slayer. I wanna have a nice evening."

"Okay. . . I won't tell Buffy. I'll be there around eight. To see Xander."

"Love ya too, witch." Spike let the phone fall and grabbed Xander's shoulders. He rolled the boy over and began pounding into him. He increased the speed of his thrusts when Xander woke and rose up on hands and knees, thrusting his ass up. Spike sank his fangs into the back of Xander's neck as he grabbed his childe's cock and began to pump it in time with his thrusts. Xander came across his hand at the same time Spike spilled himself into the boy's tight depths. Xander collapsed, Spike on top of him. Spike began to lick and suckle at the still weeping wound on Xander's neck. He moved his mouth to Xander's ear.

"That was the witch."

"Huh?"

"Your witch. Willow. She wants to meet. Go out to dinner with us."

Xander moved quickly. He slid from beneath Spike and rolled over to land on top of the older vampire before Spike knew what was happening.
Spike grinned. Yes. His Xander was turning out better than he had hoped.

"Quick moves, pet." Spike told him, looking up at Xander.

"Yeah. Seems so." Xander ran his tongue across Spike's lips. Just to taste. He drew back when Spike moved to kiss him. "Why are we meeting Willow?"

"'Cause we're, the three of us, going out to dinner."

"Why? Are we going to eat her?"

Spike snickered. "Do you want to, pet?"

Xander thought about it. "I didn't. I don't know. Should I want to? Should I want to kill everyone?"

"You seem to be well in control of your demon, pet. It tells you. Or you tell it. What does it feel like?"

"It feels like-." Xander looked down at Spike. He vamped out and smiled at Spike, showing off pretty new fangs. "It feels like it wants Sire-blood."

Spike chuckled. "Does it?"

"Yes. It really does. That's all it's saying now. Sire-blood.
Sire-blood. Sire-blood. Do you hear it?" Xander lowered his head to lick at Spike's shoulder, his neck. "Do you hear it?" Xander asked against Spike's neck, rubbing his lips and tongue over Spike's jugular.

"Um." Spike titled his head back, giving Xander access. "Drink, pet."

Xander did, sinking his fangs in smoothly and supping leisurely at the elixir that was his Sire's blood. He pulled away after a moment. He smiled. "It likes that. I like that."

"It would seem it's well behaved. As are you."

"Is that good?"

"It's you, pet. That's good." Spike lifted his head to kiss Xander's lips. He pushed at his shoulders. "Get up. We have to burn this place down and go meet your witch at the ice cream shop."

Xander rolled off of Spike and on to his back. "Burn the place?"

Spike stood and stretched. "Yep. Burn. Don't you smell the stench of death? Won't be long before the neighbors start to smell it. I've a nice set up in mind. Yer dad falls asleep in his chair with a drink and a fag; yer mum rushes down the stairs when she smells smoke-we'll remove the batteries in the smoke detectors-"

"They've been dead for the last year or so."

"Good, then. She rushes down, trips and falls, breaking her neck, poor dear. Your dad is dead drunk; the fire spreads-boo hoo, everyone is lost save for sweet Xander. He went out to dinner with 'is witch-friend. All nice and tidy." Spike turned towards Xander with a grin. "Good plan, eh?" Spike slapped his hands together. "God but I've missed this stuff! Get up, childe! We've mayhem to perpetrate! Arson! Dead bodies to arrange! And witches to do with what we please. Fun to be had!"

"No! No! Come on pet! Why would she fall with her head at that angle?"

Spike let Xander's dead mother's feet fall and placed his hands on his hips, huffing. Xander let her head drop and grinned. "Okay, O great Martha Stewart of arranging the dead! How would her head have fallen?"

Spike snarled at his childe, showing fangs. "I'm doing this for you, pet! If we make it seem like a legitimate fire, you wont be a suspect! I know the fire marshal of good ole' Sunnydale lets lots of stuff slide, but come on, lets at least put on a pretty show!
Something somewhat believable! Ya know, so your slayer-bitch friend won't suspect you when we disappear. Even though, I'd rather just fucking kill the bitch before we go!"

"She always beats you, Spike. What if she kills you?" Xander reasoned, repositioning his dead mother's head on the stair. He looked up at Spike for approval. "How's that? Good?"

"Throw that in my face!"

Xander looked at Spike, confused. "Huh?"

"'She always beats you, Spike'! You said that you bloody git!"

"I did, didn't I? I suck. I'm awful. I don't want you to be killed by the slayer. I'm an ass. Stake me." Xander moved his mother's head a bit more to the left.

"Xander?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut yer gob!"

"Kay." Xander grinned at his Sire. He knew Spike wasn't really mad at him. Not with that tone. He bent down and kissed his mother's lips. He looked at his Sire again, smiling. "She's so pretty dead. She's never been so pretty."

Spike laughed. He couldn't help it. "On to yer dad, then, pet. Let's put what's left o' him in his chair."

"Should we stuff his insides back inside him?"

"What? Hell no! You did such a good job on 'em, I'd hate to have to undo your masterpiece, pet."

Xander basked in his Sire's approval.

Spike stuck his lit fag in the man's smashed mouth and angled it down, towards the dead man's chest. "A little accelerate and it'll be like he burned up before the fire started to spread. Like a spontaneous combustion thing. You Americans are always happy to believe that sod."

Xander gave Spike a quick look. "What do you mean? Are you saying there is no spontaneous combustion?"

Spike laughed out loud. "Hon! While I fully admit to and admire the fact that the human body is a mysterious and miraculous machine, it does not burst into flames without being lit. Does yer mum have any fingernail polish remover around? That'll light this bugger up!"

"Yeah." Xander went to retrieve it. "And dad has plenty of gas stored in the garage." He called out. "Too close to the water heater." He added with a grin as he headed towards his parent's room.

"Well, goody." Spike muttered, snatching the fag from the dead man's lips and taking a drag. He replaced it with a smile. "Bad form, man. Safety first after all." He admonished the dead man.

"Got any marshmallows, Xan?" Spike asked, pouring nail polish remover over Xander's dead father.

Xander grinned. "You know, I think we do." Xander headed to the kitchen to check. "Hold the fire, Spikelove." Spike grinned and went to the fireplace grabbing a box of matches.

"Look!" Xander held a bag over his head in triumph. "Marshmallows! Shall we roast?"

Spike walked back to the make shift funeral pyre. He smiled at Xander and struck a match, tossing it on the boy's dead father. The dead man lit up with a WOMPH and settled down to a slow burn. Spike reached in his boot and pulled out Carla's switchblade. He opened it and snagged a fluffy piece of sugar, holding it over the fire. When it caught on fire he pulled it away from the flame and blew it out, holding it out for Xander.

"Here ya, go, luv. 'Ave a snack." Xander leaned down and closed his mouth over the melted marshmallow, wrapping his lips over the knife and pulling back, licking the blade clean. He smacked his lips and smiled at his Sire. "Daddilicious."

Spike laughed and handed Xander the knife. "Melt one for me, pet, while I go fetch some 'o that gas. We need to light up the house and yer mum all nice and proper."

"'Kay. Hurry back." Xander told him as he speared a marshmallow with the switchblade and began to roast it over the burning corpse of his father.

"So. Are we gonna eat Willow?" Xander asked as he and Spike walked away from the flaming ruin of the boy's home.

Spike shrugged his leather-clad shoulders. "I told ya before I killed you pet, I'd turn her and let you 'ave 'er if you wanted to keep 'er." Spike paused to light a cigarette. He drew in deep, filling his dead lungs with the acrid smoke. He smiled at Xander before releasing the smoke. "You feeling hungry or friendly?"

Xander looked around the quiet street and thought about it as the pair walked towards the center of town. Towards Willow. He was hungry.

He felt no particular urge for friends. He let his head drop down, watching the sidewalk as they continued on their way. Xander's head shot up when he smelt the boy. Smelt him. Heard his heartbeat. He looked up in time to see a teen on a skateboard heading straight at them.

The teen smirked, not giving way. Xander reached out and snatched the boy by the neck and pulled him behind a bush, biting down and draining his life away in a few fast and quick gulps. He let the body fall and wiped his bloody lips on his sleeve, coming out from behind the bush and walking along side Spike as if nothing had happened. And nothing had, really. Just eating.

Spike held back his cheer. God, but his boy was a natural! He wrapped his arm around the younger vampire's waist and kept walking.

"Xan?"

"Hum?"

"Still hungry?"

"Naw. That kid was good. That kid-" Xander stopped and looked back over his shoulder making sure you couldn't see anything sticking out from the bushes. "Was good. I'm good."

Spike laughed out loud. His boy was a treasure. Who would have thought? He had only hoped.

Xander placed an arm across Spike's shoulders. "What? What's so funny?"

"Nothin, luv. Just having a laugh. Let's go get you an ice cream, eh?"

Xander hugged his Sire closer. "Yes. Let's go do that."