Wrong Way

Wrong Way

Wrong Way

TITLE: Wrong Way
AUTHOR: Clockstopper
PAIRING: Spike/Xander
DISTRIBUTION: Currently playing on FanFiction. Net. You want just ask! Tell me where my baby's going though.
DISCLAIMER: Okay I don't own these characters. If I did there would have been some very tasteful threesomes between a certain bleached blonde vampire, a broody vampire and a smart mouthed glorified bricklayer.
SPOILERS: None this is taking you all the way to the begin, well the second season, but it totally disregards anything you might have learned in the first season
SUMMARY: The result of Spike/Xander fan fiction and Sublime's Wrong Way on repeat. Spike and Xander meet sometimes before the parent teacher thing and start a friendship/relationship. If you've heard the song you know how it goes. If you haven't then this is the thing: Xander's a whore to vampires and Spike's the broken big bad looking for a little blood. Spike wants to save Xander, but not go against everything he is. Can he do it?

Chapter 11:

Xander had made it to school on time. He had thought he wasn't going to, but with Spike's car he was able to get there before the last minute bell rang. Of course Jesse and Buffy stared at him as he walked into class with the same clothes he had been wearing for at least four days now.

He really should have tried to go back to the hotel and change, but he was having a good time saying goodbye to Spike that he didn't allow himself enough time to go to the hotel and make it to school on time.

So here he was sitting in class with Buffy and Jesse staring at him intently. He felt nervous. He felt fidgety. All he wanted to do was go back inside that little hotel room where he knew Spike was sleeping and sleep right next to him.

He wasn't sure when he had let himself fall this deep, but he knew that it had to have been some time this weekend when he and Spike were alone and spent all their time in bed either sleeping or having sex.

It had been the best weekend of Xander's life. It had been the best time ever in Xander's life. Few things came close in comparison. He knew that things between him and Spike were only going to get deeper and he was totally okay with that.

"So that concludes our lesson for today. You're homework is up on the board so I expect everyone to be well occupied until the bell rings." Mrs. Stimpson said.

Xander looked up at the clock in front of the room in surprise. He hadn't even paid attention to anything she had said. All he knew was that he was in math class.

With a sigh he pulled out his math book and got to work on the problems that were on the board.

"Psst, Xander." Xander looked over his shoulder.

"Yeah." He said to Jesse.

"Dude, how come you bailed on us Friday. It was a little freaky dude." Jesse said.

"Oh, I remembered I had to do something. Sorry if I freaked you out." Xander said with ease that came with lying to his friends for years.

"You're wearing the same clothes you were wearing on Friday... and Thursday night." Buffy noted.

"Yeah, well, I didn't do laundry." Xander said.

"They smell funky." Buffy said in a deadpan voice. Xander flinched.

"Hey I'm a guy. Don't really care about the funny smells." Xander said.

"Yeah, but dude you're starting to reek. I mean seriously, I'm okay with clothes being worn two days in a row, but did you wear anything else this weekend?" Jesse asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I forgot that you weren't supposed to wear clothes more then twice without washing them. I was in a hurry this morning." Xander said as he pulled out a pencil and some paper.

He was determined to get some of his homework done before having to face Joe. Who knew how long Joe was going to yell at him.

"So we're still looking for that DH." Jesse said quietly.

"What's a DH?" Xander asked.

"Demon Hunter." Jesse whispered.

"Oh, you didn't find him?" Xander said trying to feign interest.

"Nope. Was looking everywhere. Not a single stone left unturned and we didn't find any trace of him. I don't know where he could be. Don't know what kind of places... DH's would hang out. Even beat up Willie the Snitch and got nothing." Buffy said.

"Maybe Mr. Giles was mistaken in what he saw." Xander said.

"I don't think so. Giles is like... meticulous when it comes to stuff like that." Jesse said.

"Yeah I don't believe for one second that Giles saw things. I think this guy is just keeping low because he's afraid the vamps will find him. I think we'd work really well together... if I could just find him." Buffy said.

"Well if he doesn't want to be found, you might never find him." Xander said. Buffy nodded and she and Jesse were quiet for a few moments.

"Are you sure you didn't see anything? I mean I know you said you didn't, but the way you came up with that Billy Idol blonde thing I just thought that maybe you knew more then you were letting on." Buffy said.


"No it's okay Jess. I don't know anything okay. I just... I've seen a guy like that around. When Mr. Giles said white blonde I just thought... I thought of him." Xander said.

"Wait... you never get out... how could you have seen this guy?" Jesse asked suddenly getting suspicious.

"I've just seen him around the neighborhood. We live on two different parts of Sunnydale. I saw him at the grocery store a few times." Xander said.

"Oh, well I guess that makes sense... still it'd be kind of cool if we all hung around tonight and searched for this guy. Turns out we've got some more problems to deal with." Jesse said.

"Yeah I would, but I've got stuff to do around the hotel. You know how Uncle Joe is." Xander said.

"Yeah... sure if you say so." Buffy said. Jesse gave her a look that Xander saw out of the corner of his eyes, but didn't say anything about as he got back to his homework.


It was sunset and Spike found himself merrily skipping to the factory. He was going to gather his stuff and move out of that hellhole. He couldn't believe how amazing things were going with Xander.

It felt like he had known the boy forever when really it was a mere few days. Things were going so fast, but Spike didn't care that he was caught up in this whirlwind of emotions. Spike knew Xander was special and had said so often. There was no way he could have left him.

As he walked into the factory he passed a minion. He knew he wasn't going to make it to the hotel on time so he grabbed the minion by the coat collar and glared at him menacingly.

"I need you to take this to Joe's. Tell him that it's from William and that he knows what I want. If you run off with that money I'll know and you'll be wishing for death by the time I get done with you." Spike said. The minion looked scared so Spike let him go.

"Do it and I don't want to hear any complaints." Spike said.

The minion lay on the floor cowering for a few seconds before he scuttled off. Spike smirked as the minion run out of the big doors and into the night.

He practically swaggered to his room in a cheerful mood for once. He packed up what little stuff he had lying around and was ready to take off when five minions flanked his door.

"Hello Spike."

Spike merely sneered at the vampire. He was a bit older than the other ones. His name was Jack or John or something like that. He was left over from the Master's rule. He basically thought he was the shit, which irritated Spike to no end.

"Outta my way." Spike said. "Sorry, but we've got orders." John/Jack whatever said.

"Sorry, you've got orders. Well what the bloody hell are your orders. Annoy my to a painful staking." Spike said sarcasm dripping from his voice.

He hadn't felt this alive in quite some time and he could chalk that up to Xander. He was starting to be his old self again though he didn't know if that was a good thing where Xander was concerned. He knew he'd never hurt Xander intentionally. He knew that he'd rather kill himself than think about it. Xander was special and though he knew it seemed like he was just substituting he wasn't.

Dru... Dru had needed him. Xander didn't really need him. He'd be away from his old life when he turned eighteen if he chose to. He wasn't crazy, he was actually very smart. Spike knew that Xander didn't need him at all and that made him even more desirable.

And no minion was going to stop him from seeing Xander. Especially not some minion that thought he was entitled because he had done the Master's bidding once upon a time.

"No... to kill you on sight. The Anointed One was not happy with your performance on Thursday. Many say you killed your own kind. Over a simple little boy. Humans break, Spike. That one can be broken too." Jack said. He wasn't about to let the Anointed One down.

"You touch him and you'll figure out why they called me the Scourge of Europe." Spike said menacingly.

"I heard it was because you used to hide behind Angelus and Darla's coattails." Someone from the back said. Spike growled. These minions were questioning his Master status. Something like that was against the Lore.

Spike had never been a big fan of the Lore. He hated it when Angelus had gone on and on about it, but he had learned to listen to a few parts. He knew how to keep minions in control and punish them for their insolence.

"I'm better than all of you. If I want to leave now I will. If you don't like it well too bad for you." Spike said.

"See there's the problem. If we let you leave and not end up a pile of dust... we end up piles of dust." Jack said.

"Where's the part where that's my problem?" Spike asked getting up in Jack's face.

"It's not, but we can make it your problem." Jack said.

"You think you can take on a Master Vampire?"

"Well maybe not by myself, but there's at least a hundred vampires in this factory. Who knows, one of us might get lucky."

"I'd like to see you try." Spike said his voice a growl.

"Alright then. You've got yourself a fight."


Lindsey McDonald hated the dirty work. This was about as dirty as it got. Driving hours to come to a small nothing town like Sunnydale. Sure it was on a Hellmouth, but so was Cleveland and any number of other towns. And yeah okay this one had a Slayer, but so what.

Slayers came a dime a dozen. Still the Senior Partners thought it imperative that he gain some experience with all their clients and he was sent on the annual review of Joe and his little hotel vampire brothel.

The Senior Partners had a special interest in Joe. He made them a lot of money and lots of vampires knew who he was. Some came from out of town to feast on Joe's workers.

So Lindsey could see the importance of checking up on him, but he still couldn't understand why it was his job. They could have easily sent Lilah who had gone the last four times. No, it was his time to go now.

The hotel had smelled to his nose and he cringed at the thought of what was going on in some of those rooms. He walked up to the desk where Joe sat his little portly self looking a little pissed off about something. Joe looked up and saw Lindsey standing there his face showing that Lindsey wasn't the person he wanted to see right now.

"Hi, I'm Lindsey McDonald. I'm from Wolfram and Hart." Lindsey said his Texas accent slowly coming to the forefront. Joe just looked at him with disdain.

"Yeah I could tell from the suit. Figured you weren't a vampire and there's no way a suit would want a job here." Joe said.

"Well, not exactly the hospitality I was looking for." Lindsey muttered.

"Where's the other one. Lilah whatshername?" Joe asked.

"Ah, Lilah Morgan had... other clients to take care of." Lindsey said. Joe snorted at that.

"Really, well you know I don't know why you guys even bother anymore. We're making some pretty good money here." Joe said.

"Yes, I was looking over your books. Seems you've got everything in order from what I understand. All your legal paperwork fits." Lindsey said as he placed his briefcase on the counter. He opened it and pulled out a few papers to look over.

"Yeah I know. If the police ever find out about this then I just tell them that bullshit story you've fed me a hundred times. I know how it goes." Joe said.

"Yes I'm sure you do. Our main concern right now is a... Alan Smith. He's a minor right?" Lindsey asked.

"What's your interest in Alan?" Joe said suspiciously.

"Well his contract is almost up. He's almost about to head out of here. He's got what... another year?" Lindsey asked.

"Yeah. I don't know what his plans are. He's pretty smart. He could go to college if he tried. He doesn't have any money, but he could get financial aid and stuff like that." Joe said.

"Yes, well our interests are more about keeping him here." Lindsey said.

"You can't keep him here. When his contracts up you have to let him go." Joe said.

"Yes of course, but you've developed a... relationship with this kid. Maybe you could convince him..."

"No, I wouldn't do that to Alan. He's a smart kid. He doesn't deserve this life." Joe said.

Lindsey looked at the older man. He truly cared about this Alan kid. Lindsey sort of felt sorry for him. This kid had seen worse things than he had in his childhood. He was smart. Lindsey had his report cards on file. He knew how smart the kid was how much potential he possessed.

"Well, there's always another option."

"What's that?"

"Well, the Senior Partners have taken a look at his grades. He's a smart kid, like you said. They were hoping that if you couldn't persuade him to stay here that you could get him to agree to go to college, on Wolfram and Hart's dime, and then he could work for us like that." Lindsey said.

Joe thought about this option. Alan problem wouldn't like it, but it was a very good opportunity for him. He'd make a good living and he wouldn't have to worry about paying for college. It would be there sitting in his lap waiting for him to take it. He would be adverse to the thought of working for his would be oppressors.

"I could talk to him about it. I can't guarantee anything, but I think I like that option better than keeping him here. He doesn't have any plans that I know about. I'll talk to him." Joe said.

"You do that. Now about everything else..." Lindsey was interrupted by a vampire barreling through the doors of the hotel lobby.

The vampire looked frightened and was clenching something very tightly between his hands.

"Are you Joe?" He asked Lindsey.

"I'm Joe. What can I do for you?" Joe asked.

"I was sent here by... William. He said to give you this." The vampire said placing a wad of bills on the counter.

"He said you would know what it was for." The vampire finished meekly. Joe glared at him.

"I'm not excepting it." Joe said. The vampire paled even more then he already was and looked around nervously.

"You have to, man. This guy means business. He said he'd kill me if I didn't do this." The vampire said desperately.

"I don't care. His money isn't welcome here." Joe growled.

"Now, Joe, that anyway to run a business. This is a hefty wad of cash. You just don't turn that down no matter what the grudge is." Lindsey said.

"You have to take it." The vampire said. Joe looked from the vampire to Lindsey who was telling him that he had to take the money.

"What does he want?" Joe asked as he sighed.

"I don't know. He said you'd know." The vampire said. Joe looked at the cash and started to count the bills. It was a thousand dollars. A night's worth.

"Fine, tell him that I'll take it, but that I don't like this one bit." Joe said as he went about making a notation in his books that Alan would have company for the whole night... if the kid ever showed his face in the hotel again.

"Thanks." The vampire said as he scurried off out of the hotel. Lindsey smirked at his hasty retreat.

"So where were we?"


Xander had been avoiding going back to the hotel. He knew that Spike was going to be waiting for him, but he didn't want to have to face Joe's wrath quite yet. Jesse and Willow had made them spend most of the day with them. He hated having to lie to them, but he couldn't very well spill his deepest darkest secrets to them.

It was all just one big act one that he treasured for it's normalcy, but it wasn't better then anything Spike could offer him. He knew he sounded like a lovesick teenager, but he couldn't help it. Spike had that affect on him.

He had stayed until five helping research things. It seemed that he appeared less obvious if he was right in the thick of things rather than playing the outsider though he still liked his outsider lie. It was comforting to think that he had something secret at his home.

As he walked into the hotel he passed a man in a suit maybe in his early thirties in a suit and tie. The guy smirked in his direction and Xander glared at him. He knew that this guy had to be from Joe's bosses. He didn't know who Joe's bosses were, but he did know that when someone in a suit came by it was from Joe's bosses.

Xander flinched. He picked a hell of a time to get on Joe's bad side. If that guy was from Joe's bosses then he was here for the annual review something Joe hated with a passion. Xander lifted his chin and walked straight to the counter where Joe was waiting for him. Joe did not look at all happy.

"Where the hell have you been?" Joe asked.

"I was out." Xander said.

"For three days!"

"I... it's not like you can do anything about it. You can't ground me or anything." Xander said deciding that he'd be defiant.

"I think my bosses would disagree." Joe said.

"I came back in time for work. There's really nothing you can do to me." Xander said.

"Alan, you could be getting into some serious trouble here. You don't know what you're playing with here. You don't know this guy. I know you spent the weekend with him." Joe said.

"What's it to you? I'm just here to work for you." Xander said.

"Is that what you think. You don't think I care about you? I do, I care about you like you were my son. I'm sorry that you have to go through this. If I had it in my power you wouldn't, but I don't. I just don't want you to invest yourself in this Spike guy. He's no good."

"What do you know? You don't know anything about him!" Xander screamed.

"Hey where was the kid that I knew who didn't want anything to do with people. What is it about this vampire, Alan? What kind of control does he have over you?" Joe asked as though he were trying to understand Xander.

"None, I just... I like him. He's nice to me. We have a lot in common. I just... when I talk to him, he listens to me. I know he's actually listening to me because his eyes... I can see it in his eyes you know. And..."

"Oh my god. You're in love with this vamp. You've actually allowed yourself to fall in love with this... vampire. Alan have you totally lost your mind!"

"I didn't allow myself to do anything! It just happened! It's not your decision to decide!" Xander said.

"Fine you wanna throw your life away on this vampire that's fine. I just thought that I would warn you about what you're getting yourself into." Joe said.

"Really, well thanks you're opinion is noted, but I think I can..." Xander was interrupted by Spike bursting through the door.

He was bleeding and holding his side. His face was a myriad of bruises and cuts. His clothes looked like they were ripped and torn at with claws. Xander gasped as he saw him. He ran over to his side and wrapped his arms around Spike.

"Spike! What... what happened?" Xander asked in a worried tone.

"Vamps... didn't exactly like that I killed a couple of them." Spike sputtered out.

"Oh god... okay let's get you up stairs. I'm sorry." Xander whispered.

"Not your fault, pet." Spike said as he felt Xander drag him up the stairs to his room.

Joe merely shook his head.


"Feeling any better?" Xander asked after he had spent the last half hour cleaning Spike's wounds.

"A little. Lost some blood though, but I'll be okay. Just need some time to heal." Spike said coughing slightly. He was lying pleasantly on Xander's bed.

"Oh right, blood. You know if you wanted I could let you..."

"No, it's alright. I'll heal without it. I'll just have to go out tomorrow." Spike said leaving it at that.

"But, you'll have to be really careful. I mean the vamps that you were hanging with might still be after. They probably still are after you from what they said." Xander said.

"I'm an old Master Vampire, Xander. I can take care of myself."

"Okay then let me just say what I really want to say. If you go out tomorrow and look for a meal then it's going to be alive and you're going to have to kill someone and I don't know that I'm entirely to happy with that situation." Xander said with a worried grin on his face.

"Xander... you know I'm a vampire. It's going to be like that... it's not going to change." Spike said.

"I know... I just... I stood up to Joe before you... dragged yourself into the hotel. I told him that I get to choose who I want to spend my time with. And okay yeah you're a vampire, but you know I don't care about that." Xander said.

"So why the whole thing about not going out?" Spike asked.

Xander was quiet for a little while as though he were thinking something over. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to Spike and pulled Spike's hand in his own.

"I guess I wanted to see if you would do it. For me." Xander said his eyes big and wide and hopeful.

"So you want me to drink from you instead of from some poor innocent thing." Spike said.

"That's the basic gist of it. Unless you don't want my blood..."

"Are you kidding?" Spike said trying to pull himself up.

"Hmmm I'm guessing that's a yes." Xander said. Spike waited for Xander to roll up his shirt sleeve, but he didn't.

"Aren't you gonna roll up your shirt?" Spike asked.

"I was thinking... if you bit low enough... I heard something that the neck is a vamps favored place to bite because the blood is different tasting. I figured you might wanna... if you bit low enough..."

"Xander you don't have..."

"I want to." Spike could see the conviction in Xander's eyes.

"Okay, just... move your shirt a bit." Spike said as he tried to move closer.

Xander moved his shirt down and moved closer to Spike moving Spike's head to his neck. Spike looked at the skin beneath his mouth. He slowly licked at it before switching into his vampire visage and sinking his fangs into the skin.

The blood, the sweet blood that filled his veins was totally Xander. It was sweet and tangy and quite possible the best blood Spike had tasted in a long time. He felt Xander shift underneath him. He heard Xander's soft gasp when his fangs penetrated his skin. He could hear the shallow breaths and new it was time to stop.

He had drunk enough to satisfy him anyway. He pulled away from Xander who was looking at him with glazed over eyes and Spike placed a small kiss on his mouth. He was afraid Xander would be grossed out by the blood still on his lips, but Xander simply brought his finger up to wipe it away. He then brought it up to Spike's lips.

Spike quickly changed into his normal human face and sucked lightly on Xander's blood coated finger.

"You look tired." Spike said when he finished sucking off all the blood.

"Yeah I feel tired. Guess I don't have to worry about working tonight. I still can't believe you paid Joe." Xander said.

"Like I said. I don't want anything touching you. Why don't you sleep? I know you never get a lot of sleep." Spike whispered as he pulled Xander down to lay on the bed and rest.

Xander complied and lay next to Spike loving the feeling of Spike's arms wrapped around him tightly. He drifted off to sleep in the knowledge that this was the safest he ever felt.

Chapter 12

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