Home To the Hellmouth
“So tell me about you and Doyle, pet, “ purred Spike, snuggling up to his Childe in the backseat of Angel’s car.
“Well,” said Xander. “I met him at the Club, too. Just before Linds. It was more of a one-night stand… that lasted a week.”
Spike raised one eyebrow, “I’m shocked, pet. Thought you were a good boy.”
If Xander could’ve blushed, he would have. “I was pretending to be someone new.”
“And a week-long fuck-fest was part of this new Xander?” asked Angelus, from the driver’s seat.
“Yeah,” said Xander, squirming. “And then he left. I don’t know why.”
“I told him to.” This came from Lindsey, who had been silent up until then.
“What?” came from the three others.
“He had something that I wanted. And I don’t like to share,” said Lindsey. Spike growled at him and he shifted so that he wasn’t touching Xander. “Didn’t like to share,” he clarified. “I can share now.”
“And he plays well with others, too,” said Xander, wiggling a little in the hopes of distracting Spike.
“Mmm, pet, do that again.” Xander complied.
“Please, Sire,” asked Xander, giving his whipped puppy look, “can I play with my new toy?”
Spike growled, but let go of Xander. Then he glared at Lindsey, “You can touch my childe, but only when I’m present. Even if he’s throwing himself at you, and no one else is around, I will know. Xander is mine now.”
“I understand,” gulped Lindsey, just before receiving a lapful of Xander.
Xander nibbled along Lindsey’s jawline, and whispered, “He’ll loosen up when he knows I won’t leave him.” Then he ground down.
Lindsey yelped and grabbed Xander’s hips. Then the two were kissing, tongues dueling for supremacy.
Spike studied the two, realizing how interesting it would be to watch them fuck.
“Hey, cool it back there,” said Angelus. “We’re almost there, and I doubt you want Buffy to see that.”
Reluctantly, the two pulled away from each other. Xander settled back against Spike, while Lindsey unsteadily climbed into the front seat. Then Xander scooted over to the vacated seat.
A few minutes later, Angelus parked the car in front of the Magic Box. “Well, boys. Shall we?”
“Angel! You’re finally here!” Buffy looked up from her pacing when Willow opened the door. “We were worried!”
“Ran into a small problem,” he said.
“Like what?” she practically yelled.
“Where’s Xander?” asked Willow.
“Right here,” he said, as he and Spike stepped into the store, with Lindsey following behind them.
Buffy narrowed her eyes at the stranger. “Who’s he?”
“The small problem,” sneered Spike. “Peaches here just HAD to save the miserable guy. And then insisted on bringing him with us.”
Giles came out of the backroom, and saw the group from LA. “Xander, we were very worried about you. Why didn’t you call sooner?”
“I was… convalescing,” said Xander.
Willow’s eyes teared up, “You were hurt?”
“Not badly enough to kill me,” answered Xander. “I just had to have a lot of… bedrest.”
“Well, that’s good,” she replied, hugging him. Then she stepped back, “Oh, you’re kind of cold.”
“That’s partly my fault,” said Angelus. “I wouldn’t let Spike smoke without having a window partially open, so he rolled it down all the way in spite.”
“M’tired, Deadboy,” whined Xander. “I want to sleep.”
Angelus gave Xander a sickly smile, then turned to the Scoobies, “Well, it’s been a long drive, and now you know we made it here safely. So, we’ll just be going now.”
“Where?” asked Buffy.
“Nosy bint,” muttered Spike darkly.
“Maybe a hotel, maybe the mansion,” said Angelus. “Why?”
Buffy looked affronted, “So we know where you are. In case we need you.”
“Right, well, I’m sure you can find us if you really want to,” sneered Spike. He tugged on Xander’s arm and then yanked Lindsey out the door. Xander smiled sheepishly at the girls and Giles, then followed the other two. Angelus was the last out the door.
“I can’t believe you let her touch you, Pet,” said Spike irately. “The bloody Slayer could’ve figured out you were a vampire.”
“So?” Xander pouted.
