Part Two

"Easy for you to say," Xander groaned. 

"This hurts me as much as it hurts you." Spike laughed but moved slightly, 
just barely touching Xander's prostate. Xander writhed down at the sensation. 
Spike gently moved his hips in and out, grinning at Xander's pleading 
whimpers for more speed. 

Xander grunted and twisted himself to get anymore of Spike's delicious cock 
in him. Spike pushed in until he was into the hilt. Xander moaned as Spike 
began a rhythm. At first it was slow and sweet but then it became pounding. 
Xander arched into it with little pants and mews. 

Spike's hand slithered between them and griped Xander's cock firmly. He 
buried his face into Xander's neck, lapping at the flesh. Stroke, thrust, 
lick. It was tearing Xander apart with the sensations. He moaned with need 
and gazed into Spike's eyes. Spike knew what he had to do and he didn't care 
if it brought on any pain. His fangs sliced into Xander's neck and they both 
moaned in ecstasy. 

Spike savored the unique flavor of his lover, the almost sweet blood 
trickling down his throat. It was like nothing he'd ever tasted before. He 
slammed himself in harder, barely even registering the hands clawing at his 
back, driving him onward. 

Xander felt as if he were being consumed by Spike; sucked in, turned inside 
out, filled, completed. Pierced by fangs, cock...he submitted himself totally 
to his lover, merely holding on tight as Spike did with him as he wished. 

With a groan, Spike removed his fangs from Xander's flesh, not wanting to 
relinquish this bond with Xander, but at the same time not wanting to hurt 
him irreparably. He grinned at Xander's whimper of protest, taking the boy's 
mind off his loss by stroking more firmly on his cock. With a wicked look on 
his face, he pulled back, shifting so Xander was practically lying in his 
lap, still impaled. 

Xander was confused by this change in position, but wasn't going to argue so 
long as Spike was still fucking him. He did wonder what the vampire was up 
to, though... 

Spike cocked his head, then bent forward, grateful that he had always been 
extremely flexible. He licked his lips, then opened wide, his mouth closing 
over the tip of Xander's cock. 

"Fuck!" Xander's eyes bulged open in shock, and he howled, thrusting up into 
that cool, sucking mouth as far as he could. "Spike! You can't...how...? Holy 
fuck!" With one last gasping cry, Xander came, pouring himself down his 
lover's throat. 

Spike swallowed Xander's offering, then released him, once more looming over 
the boy as he thrust hard. The passage holding him rippled convulsively with 
the aftershocks of Xander's orgasm, and Spike couldn't hold back. Pushing 
himself in as far as possible, ha came, wave after wave of his essence 
flooding into Xander. 

Shakily, Spike collapsed onto Xander, who let out a soft grunt. The vampire 
simply gave a satisfied purr, licking at the marks he'd left on the boy's 
throat. 

It wasn't until then that Spike realized he had bitten Xander. And it hadn't 
set off the chip. 

~~~~~ 

Angel sighed, lying back on the motel bed, eyes closed. Things were not 
supposed to be this hard. Spike really must have done a number on Xander to 
get him so protective of the vampire. And it appeared that the Scooby Gang 
had no clue the two were in a relationship. This could be very, very bad. 
He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out Zakari's number. Steeling 
himself, he picked up the phone and called. He had to tell the older vampire 
about the happenings, maybe save himself from a horrible painful death. 
"Yes?" Zakari's voice came through. 
"Zakari, I need to talk with you...It seems...uh, it seems Spike's already in a 
relationship at the moment and he's not really...happy to get out of it." 
Angel tried to word this very carefully. 
"Well I suggest you get him out of it." Zakari's voice seemed a bit miffed. 
"I've got everything arranged and I will be out there soon to see Dasani. 
You'll have a few more days after I arrive, but they will be wed, Angelus." 

"A-Arrive? You're...coming here? To...Sunnydale?" He stood and paced 
nervously, stretching the phone cord to its limits. 

"Of course!" Zakari sounded rather surprised at Angel's reaction. "It's the 
Hellmouth, boy. Where else would a son of mine get married?" 

"Oh, god...Buffy," Angel muttered, dreading the scene that would occur if his 
ex met his childe's soon to be father-in-law. 

"Stuffy? Me? What are you implying, Angelus?" Zakari growled. 

"No, not you! I was just...thinking out loud." 

"Hmm. Well." Zakari cleared his throat loudly. "I just have a few business 
matters to wrap up here, and I'll be on my way. I'll most likely arrive in 
about a week." His voice lowered in warning. "And Angel? You'd better make 
*damn* sure that I find your childe willing...hell, *eager* to wed my son. 
Do. You. Understand?" 

"Um, y-yes sir." 

"Good." The voice turned pleasant. "Have a lovely night, Angelus." 

Again, Angel found himself staring at a phone in shock as its dial tone began 
to ring shrilly. "This...is *not* good." He hung up the phone with a sigh. 
"Hell, if we all manage to get through this, *I'll* be happy to marry 
Dasani." 

~~~~~ 

"Pet? Xander? You awake?" Spike demanded, eager to see if his love was all 
right. 

"That was...heh." Xander stretched slowly. He seemed to recognize the concern 
in Spike's voice. "What's wrong?" 

"I bit you," the vampire stared hard. 

Xander nodded, "Yeah I guess you...Oh. *Oh!*" Xander chuckled nervously. "Yeah, 
well, I'm a Nummy Treat, as I have told you." 

"Xander," Spike tried to explain to him in as rational voice as he could 
manage, "I...*bit*...you!" 

"Um, I think we established that, yes." His dark eyes darted away from the 
vampire's, refusing to make contact. 

Calmly, Spike continued. "It didn't hurt me, Xan." 

Xander smiled happily. "Great! That's good! You're happy, I'm happy," he 
squirmed his naked body closer to Spike's, "why don't we be 
happy...together?" 

"Xan, I--" 

"Talk later. More sex now." He laved a nipple with his tongue, circling it 
around the hardened nub. 

"Oh...hell yeah, pet." 

~~~~~ 

"We could blackmail him." 

Giles rolled his eyes. "Lovely suggestion, Willow, but for that, we would 
need actual blackmail *material*. Somehow, I doubt Spike has done much of 
anything that he's ashamed of." 

"Oh." Willow pouted. 

Tara hugged her supportively. "It was a good idea," she offered. 

"Yes, good, but not something we could use." He was cut off by the phone 
ringing. 

"Hello? Poe? Poe...Yes! Yes, this is Rupert Giles. My parents? Oh yes. Your 
child is doing just fine, I assure you. Really? Oh yes, it will be a 
pleasure." He hung up the phone. 

"Who was it?" Willow asked eagerly. 

"A guy named Poe?" Tara smiled. 

"Yes," Giles smiled, "Xander's father is coming for a visit. He wishes to 
check on him." 

"I always wanted to meet him." Willow commented with a smile. 

"You never have?" Tara seemed surprised then blushed. "Right, I'm the only 
one who's actually seen him..." 

"When's he gonna be here?" 

"About four days, a week at the most." 

"What's in a week?" The group turned at the chirpy voice. 

"Bu-Buffy. Um, well, nothing important. Just...and old friend coming to 
visit." Giles avoided her gaze, flipping through one of the books in front 
of him. 

"Ah." Buffy nodded. "So," she said, flopping down into a chair, "how's your 
setting up of Spike going? Not that I care." She wrinkled her nose. 

"It's...going." 

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Look, if it's such a problem, why don't you just 
knock him out, tie him up, and store him in the closet until it's time for 
him to get hitched?' 

"It...would probably be best if it didn't come down to that." 

"Whatever." She shrugged. "Just a suggestion." 

"Yes, well, we'll keep it in mind." 

~~~~~ 

It was nearing a week since the day Angel had upset their lives by breaking 
the news of his childe's impending and unwanted marriage. Xander and Spike 
had so far managed to avoid any more meetings with Angel by the simple 
expedient of remaining firmly locked in their apartment. Of course, this 
left the two with nothing to do other than eat, sleep, and have sex. 
Unsurprisingly, neither had voiced any complaints about the 
arrangement. 

Xander crawled out from under the covers, yawning with his tiredness. He 
looked back at the sleeping vampire and felt a smile light up his face. He 
was the luckiest guy in the world. Buffy wasn't lucky because her vamp had 
that pesky soul. 

He walked to the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge to calm his stomach. 
He munched happily on a sandwich that had been made a few days ago. He 
blinked as someone knocked on the door. Normally no one ever visited. He 
quietly shut the door, concealing Spike. 

He walked to the door, still eating. "Hello, welcome to Carnage Is Me, may I 
take your - Daddy?!" 

"Well, I don't think that would be quite appropriate considering our 
relationship, but I will settle for a hug." 

Xander beamed and pulled his father into the apartment, clasping him close. 
"God, Dad, I *missed* you!" 

"You too, son. It's been too long." 

"Yeah, well, I would have visited, but..." Xander rolled his eyes. 

"Don't make me turn you over my knee, boy." 

"Oi, *I'm* the only one gets to spank my Xan!" 

Xander blushed as his father looked over his shoulder at the blonde who 
lounged in the doorway, surly expression on his face. 

"Who's your...friend, son?" 

Xander ignored Spike's mouthing of the word 'son' and replied with a bashful 
look, "That's Spike. He's, uh, he's..." 

His father raised an eyebrow, sniffing the air. "You've been sleeping with 
him." 

Xander gave a very nervous laugh as his blush deepened. "No, no, what makes 
you think that!? He's just this guy I kinda have to live with and we happen 
to share the same bed because I can only afford one and you're not buying one 
little bit of this, are you?" 

"Dasani," he rolled his eyes, "do you think I would believe that?" 

"Hey! I'm still here!" Spike glared, he recognized this person as another 
vampire. "Who the hell are you?" 

Xander stepped between them to prevent any carnage. "Dad, Spike. Spike, this 
my dad Poe." 

"Your dad never looked anything like that and, pet, he's a vampire." Spike 
and Poe were now glaring at Xander, who was trying to look impossibly small. 

"Oh look at the time!" Xander looked at his wrist, although there was no 
timepiece. "Well I'll be off and all that," he began walking. "Ow! Ow! Ow! 
Dad! Let go of my ear!!" 

~~~~~ 

Angel sat down carefully, giving the gang a hopeful look. "Well?" 

Giles cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck before walking 
across the room, determinedly *not* looking at the vampire. 

Frowning, Angel turned his pleading expression on the witches. His face fell 
when they gave him apologetic glances, shaking their heads. "Damn," he 
muttered. "*Now* what am I supposed to do?" 

Giles snorted. "I suppose we could always go with Buffy's plan," he muttered 
facetiously. 

Angel's head jerked around. "Buffy had a plan? What?" 

"Succinctly put, she advised that render him unconscious, restrain him, and 
lock him in the closet." 

"Lock him in the closet?" 

"I believe that's what I said, yes." Giles removed his glasses to give them 
a quick polish. 

"You're kidding right?" Angel shook his head. "That won't work." He sighed 
heavily, then brightened a bit. "Maybe if we use a cage instead?" 

~~~~~ 

Poe fixed his son with a stern glare. "Xander, I think you have a bit of 
explaining to do." 

"Explaining?" Xander chuckled nervously, edging away from his glowering 
lover. "Explain what? I can explain lots of things." 

"Why you're sleeping with a vampire." Poe cocked his head. 

"Well...what do you expect? You leave me alone, on the Hellmouth I might add, 
and you don't expect something like this? Come on, Dad, this is me we're 
talking about." Xander opted for the I-don't-deserve-love look that choked up 
those close to him. 

"Nice try...not going to work, but nice try." His father chuckled, "I know 
you. You could have called and told me what was going on." He gestured to the 
still glaring Spike. 

"Um, Spike, could you like...go fight evil bad things?" Xander suggested. 

"Oh hell no, this bloke is not gonna-" Spike stopped at the puppy dog eyes. 
He growled at both them before stalking to the door. "I'll be back in an 
hour, got it?" He slammed the door shut. 

"Dasani...." Poe started. 

"Dad," Xander broke in, "you're always moving around and I haven't seen you 
in so long...how was I supposed to know you still cared?" 

Poe sighed, "Come here, you foolish boy," he pulled his son into a hug. "You 
could have reached me at any time, my people would have transferred you. And 
I thought you needed time to grow up." 

"I'm only a hundred," the boy commented wryly. 

"Wasn't it just awhile ago you were saying you were all ready fifty?" 

"Aw, Dad!" Xander relaxed into the hug, sighing deeply. "It's just...it got 
kinda lonely. I mean, sure I've Giles, and the girls. Anya for a while 
there." He smiled fondly in remembrance. 

"Thought you might like that one. She was certainly eager for the job." 

"But Spike...he's..." A goofy grin plastered itself on Xander's face. 

~~~~~ 

Spike kicked a can across the street, muttering angrily to himself. "Go 
fight something, Spike," he mocked the words sarcastically. "Here, have a 
pint o' blood and go sit in the corner, there's a good puppy. What am I, 
some effin' pet?" He snarled, glowering at the sidewalk as he strode along. 

He was too caught up in his furious ranting to notice the shadowed figure 
skulking in the alley he was walking by. Not until what felt like an 
aluminum baseball bat introduced itself to his skull. 

Buffy stood over the unconscious vampire. She tossed the bat aside, then 
bent and hefted Spike's limp body. Moving as quickly as possible, she 
carried him back to Giles' magic shop. It was a testament to the mindset of 
Sunnydale that a young girl lugging around a body didn't even rate a curious 
glance or two. 

Slightly out of breath, Buffy made her way into the back area where her 
training room was set up. She dumped the vampire into a cage that had been 
set up there, locking the door securely. "There," she panted. "Now they 
can't say I didn't help. All that's left is to get him hitched and out of 
town, and things will get back to what passes for normal around here." With 
a satisfied smile, she left the shop. 

~~~~~ 

"And there was this time when--" Xander broke off, looking away from Poe 
toward the clock on the wall. He frowned. "That's strange," he mused. 
"Spike said he'd be back in an hour, and that was over two hours ago!" 

"Do you really have to be so worried?" Poe asked. He wasn't exactly worried 
himself over his son's...lover, but that was because of the first shock. 

"Yes," Xander commented in a stressed tone. "See, he has this chip and it 
kinda prevents him from hurting humans. The Hellmouth has a lot of bad 
humans!" 

"A chip?" Poe allowed Xander to hurry to the door, following closely. 

Xander nodded, "When he came back to town some commando freaks got to him." 
He looked around, "Where could he be?" 

~~~~~ 

Spike groaned at the throbbing in his head. This wasn't a good headache; not 
from too much alcohol or too much sex meant bad. He opened his eyes slowly 
and touched the back of his head. He hissed as he felt something sticky 
touched his fingers. Some idiot had smashed his head in! 

"Spike, this is for your own good," Angel commented, walking over to the 
cage. 

"The bloody hell is going on?!" 

Part Three


"Spike, as much as I hate to say it, we're just trying to help." 

Spike glared at the Slayer as she emerged from the shadows to stand beside 
his wanker of a sire. He growled furiously. "Help?! By doing what, exactly? 
Clobbering me over the head and chaining me up? How *exactly* is this 
helping?!" He lunged at the bars, reaching desperately through them to try 
and get some hold on his captors. 

"Spike, just calm down now," Angel advised. This is only temporary. You'll be 
freed when everything is ready for the wedding. Until then...well, just make 
yourself comfy." 

"I'll show *you* comfy, you spineless, backstabbing, son of a diseased 
whore!" Eyes sparking with fury, Spike continued to rail against his cage. 
"And *you*, Slayer. You haven't experienced the kind of pain I'll show you. 
When I get my hands on you, I'll--bloody hell!" Spike flinched back, 
clutching at his head. 

"Aw, shouldn't think naughty thoughts," Buffy admonished him, not making much 
of an effort to keep the humor from her voice. 

"Buffy," Angel chided, then turned back to his childe. "Spike, just...try to 
understand, ok? Everything will work out. I'm sure you and your future spouse 
will eventually be very happy together." With that remark, he turned and left 
the room, dragging a still gloating Buffy with him. 

Spike slumped to the floor. "You don't understand," he whispered brokenly. 
"Xander..." 

~~~~~ 

Xander ceased his pacing. "That's it," he declared. "I've gotta go find him." 

"You said that before." Poe smiled gently. 

"But we haven't yet! Dad, I'm scared! When he says he's gonna do something, 
he does it! Especially if me and sex is involved. Oh....You didn't want to 
hear that?" 

"Not exactly." Poe grimaced. "Where do you think he might be?" 

Xander thought for a moment. "The Magic Box! Maybe he went to go annoy Buf-- 
er, um, Giles. He does that you know." 

Poe raised an eyebrow as he rolled his eyes. "Well, let's go check," he said 
resignedly. Xander hugged him and he sighed slightly. "The things I won't do 
for you." 

"Which makes you the coolest." Xander grinned as they hurried along, soon 
arriving at their destination. Poe looked in the Magic Box, glancing around 
and felt a smile split across his face as he witnessed who all was in there. 
"Is he there? Is he??" 

"No, I don't see him anywhere." 

"Maybe he's in the back!" 

"I doubt it. Giles is out there with Tara and Willow and he looks quite 
pleased." 

Xander frowned. "Giles looks pleased? *That* can't be good..." 

"Nonsense. And you shouldn't talk about your guardian like that." Poe gave 
his son a stern glance. 

"Aw, come on Dad!" Xander pouted appealingly. 

Poe snorted. "Dasani...after almost a hundred years of being your father, I'd 
say it's a pretty safe bet that I'm immune to that." 

"What!?" Xander protested innocently. Then he sighed. "Oh, fine. Well, let's 
go in. Maybe one of them has seen Spike around." 

Giles glanced toward the door as it opened, admitting Xander and another man. 
"Xander! Who's your, ah, your friend?" 

There was a clatter as Tara jumped to her feet. She took a step forward, 
bowing slightly. "My liege," she murmured. 

Poe grinned. "Ah, Tara, my dear. It's been much too long. How have you been, 
child?" 

Giles' eyes widened. "Oh my. You're...you're..." 

"Poe, Mr. Giles, I hope your parents have told you about me?" 

"Oh yes, of course, I d-do hope that your son has grown to your standards." 
Giles nervously polished his glasses, he would most likely die a slow painful 
death if Poe found out his child had been abused by his parents. 

"Hey, my beautiful, beautiful chicks AKA my protectors," Xander smiled, 
hooking his arms around Tara and Willow's necks. "Have you guys by any chance 
seen Spike?" 

"Spike?" Willow squeaked, "N-no, why would you need to know where Spike is?" 

Xander laughed, "I need to harass him! Haven't been able to harass him for a 
few days." Poe rolled his eyes, realizing his son hadn't even told his 
guardians of the relationship. 

"Well he hasn't been here for some time," Giles offered. "Poe, could I 
interest in a cup of tea?" 

"I would love one, yet the sun is rising and someone needs to get to bed." 
Poe looked at Xander. 

"DA-AD!" Xander whined. "I'm not a little kid anymore and I don't need a bed 
time!" 

"You've been throwing off your sleeping schedule, haven't you?" 

"...Mmmmmmmmaybe." Xander wrinkled his nose as he smiled a charming smile. 
His father shook his head and herded him out. 

In the back room, Spike angrily kicked at the bars. 

~~~~~ 

Xander was officially worried. He'd slept for only a few hours, his father 
keeping watch from a chair by the bed to make sure he didn't try to sneak 
out. But he finally managed to persuade Poe that he was fine, he didn't need 
a lot of sleep, and could they *please* go look for Spike now? 

And so the great search had begun. Xander had dragged his father to every 
haunt that Spike frequented, becoming more and more anxious as he was told 
repeatedly that no, Spike had never shown up last night. Desperate by this 
time, he found himself reduced to calling down sewers and peering into 
crypts, thinking that maybe the vampire had been forced to hole up for the 
day. 

Still nothing. Xander was on the verge of tears by the time Poe forcibly 
returned him to his apartment when it was nearing dusk. 

Xander sat miserably on the couch, sniffling softly. His father had forgone 
taking a seat beside him, as his sensitive nose could easily detect some 
rather questionable scents on it that he really didn't want to know any more 
about. 

Poe sighed. "Maybe it's for the best, son." 

Xander glared at him through red-rimmed eyes. "The *best*?" he spat out 
sarcastically. "Spike could be hurt, or-or *dust*! Or--" 

"Or he could have simply left." 

"No!" Xander pounded the couch with a fist. "He wouldn't just *leave* me! 
He-he loves me! And...and I love him," he finished dejectedly. "How can his 
being...*missing* be for the best?" 

"Well, it does make it considerably easier for you to marry your chosen 
consort it you aren't currently involved." 

"My...what?" Xander's eyes narrowed, and he sat up straight. 

"Your consort." Poe frowned. "All males of our line are betrothed as 
children, to be wed on their 101st birthday; surely at some point Giles 
informed you of this?" 

Seething, Xander forced himself not to yell. "Actually, no, I believe he 
must have skipped over that *little* bit of information." 

"Ah. I shall have to speak to him about that oversight." 

"Father. I am *not* getting married." He really was doing his best to stay 
calm, but it wasn't working too well. 

"Well of course you are. On your birthday, which is in two days, so you'd 
better get used to the idea." Poe glanced at the clock. "Now, I'm going to 
go meet your betrothed's father, and have a look at the boy himself. I 
suggest you stay here and think about acting your age." With a final stern 
look, he turned and left the apartment. 

Xander blinked. Shaking off the shock, he jumped up and raced to the door. 
Sticking his head out, he shouted at his father's retreating back, "I'm *not* 
getting *married*!" 

~~~~~ 

Poe nodded at the vampire. "Angelus." 

"Z-Zakari." Angel looked over his shoulder. "Um, he's nearby, I'll take you 
in the back way." He quickly led the older demon through some back alleys, 
soon arriving at their destination. As he ducked inside the doorway, he 
looked back. "Um, he...wasn't exactly reasonable about the whole situation," 
he said in an apologetic tone. 

His meaning became obvious when the shadowed cage came into view. Easily 
visibly was a shock of white-blonde hair, attached to the head of a pale and 
restlessly slumbering Spike. 

Poe quirked an eyebrow, an amused smirk appearing briefly on his face. 

This would definitely get him back within the good graces of his son. Maybe, 
just maybe, he could learn to like the vampire. 

~~~~~ 

"Dasani, you're not convincing me of your age at this moment." Zakari glared 
at his adopted child. Xander continued to glare angrily out his picture 
window. "I'm sorry if you're upset, but this has been planned for years." 

Xander tried to keep up the silent treatment even as angry tears slide down 
his face. "It's not fair," he ground out. 

"This is very fair," Poe placed a hand on his shoulder. He was pleased to see 
Xander didn't shake it off. "Your kind need to have a mate, and the safest 
way is by arranged marriage." 

"No we don't," Xander commented. He tucked a foot under himself, then yelped 
as Poe grabbed his ear roughly. "OW! What are you doing!?" 

"I told you when I came I could still take you over my knee. That still 
stands." 

"What!? You can't s-spank me!" He tried to pull away, wincing as fingers 
pinched his ear. "Ow! Lemme go!" 

With little effort, Poe hoisted his son under an arm, carrying the struggling 
boy over to a chair. He sat, arranging Xander face-down over his lap. 

Xander froze, unable to believe that his father would actually *spank* him 
like he was some...child! He sniffled. 

Poe held one hand firmly across Xander's back to keep him in place, raising 
the other over his head. He stopped, however, when Xander gave a weak 
shudder, sobbing quietly against his leg. With a sigh, he flipped the boy 
over, pulling him up and tucking him against his chest. "Dasani," he said 
quietly, "what am I going to do with you?" He stroked the shuddering boy's 
back comfortingly. 

Xander buried his face against Poe, sobbing brokenly. "Daddy," he gasped out 
in a small, sad voice, "I...I love him so much. And it...it *hurts* inside. 
Like a knife digging around. I-I can't lose him. I *can't*." 

Poe rocked his distraught child, stroking him soothingly. "Dasani, listen to 
me. Everything will turn out fine. I promise. Have I ever lied to you?" 

Xander snuffled, wiping at his nose, then shook his head. 

"And I'm not going to start now. Have a bit of faith in your father, all 
right?" 

~~~~~ 

And so the final days of freedom for Xander came and went. His birthday 
arrived and there was still no sign of Spike. The young demon had pretty much 
had to give up hope on him. Odds were Spike really didn't love him, 
or...Spike was dust. He prayed it wasn't the last one; he'd rather have Spike 
alive and disliking him than dead. 

His father was directing the setup for the wedding and reception. Giles and 
the girls were helping him too, while Buffy stood there looking confused. 
Xander shuffled over to Poe and leaned heavily against him, wanting some 
attention and comfort. 

Poe stopped his working and looked down at Xander. The boy's eyes were 
red-rimmed, clearly telling a tale of their own. Willow looked at Poe in 
concern but he waved her off. "It's going to be okay, Dasani." He wrapped 
his arms around Xander. "I think you'll like this boy." 

"How?" Xander's voice was muffled by Poe's white shirt. 

"Didn't we agree a few nights ago you would have faith in me?" Poe chuckled, 
"But you have to get ready. Go on now, we'll talk in a little while." 

Heaving a last, beleaguered sigh, Xander trudged off to prepare for his 
impending doom--er, his wedding. 

~~~~~ 

Spike curled in a forlorn ball in the corner of his cage, not even 
acknowledging his sire. Likewise, he ignored the packet of blood that Angel 
had tossed in moments before. 

Angel crouched beside the cage, shaking his head sadly. "Spike, you have to 
eat. Come on now...it's human." He smiled, nudging the heated packet 
temptingly closer. 

Spike growled weakly, lashing out with his foot to kick the plastic baggie 
away from him. He edged further away from Angel, pressing up against the 
bars on the opposite side of the cage. 

"Damn it Spike!" Angel scooped up the packet, once more thrusting it toward 
the vampire who had to be starving by now. "You're *not* going to do this. 
You *will* eat, understand? I order you to." He folded his arms over his 
chest in warning, glaring at his recalcitrant childe. 

Spike sniffled. He slowly uncurled, creeping toward the baggie which held 
the delicious substance his body craved. His hand trembled with hunger as he 
reached out and carefully picked it up. 

Satisfied, Angel watched as Spike weakly tore away the corner of the packet 
with his fangs. Exhausted yellow eyes gleamed faintly as Spike pulled the 
baggie away from his mouth and... 

With a snarl, Spike flung the opened baggie across the cage, and it smacked 
into Angel's chest, spraying its contents all over the older vampire and the 
floor. "I bloody hate you, you bastard," Spike hissed. "Do us all a favor 
an' take a walk in the sun." 

Angel growled in impotent fury, slamming his hand against the top of the 
cage. "Fine! You want to starve? Then starve. But you *are* getting 
married tonight, so I suggest you *deal with it*!" 

But Spike didn't deal with it. He was too weak to even fight as Angel dragged 
him out of the cage. He couldn't even voice his distaste for the white outfit 
he was forced to wear. He did work up the energy to snag a bag of blood from 
Angel when the blood-hunger was getting to be too much. He wanted to tell 
this idiot who forced him through all of this off. 

"Everything is so friggin' white," he snarled to no one particular but he got 
an answer anyway. 

"Would you rather it be hot pink?" the person serving as priest asked. "We 
can still do that if you'd prefer it!" Any reply from Spike was caught off by 
the entrance of his 'husband'. And his eyes nearly bugged out. 

The demon was nothing what Spike expected. Fangs that could be as sharp and 
dangerous as a wild cat or a cute fuzzy kitten. Long claws arched from his 
hands and feet, aided with dewclaws on the back of his ankles. Sharp silver 
and gold eyes gazed out from under dark locks. 

Spike's mouth worked for a moment before he mentally smacked himself. He had 
to remember Xander! Not some gorgeous...deadly...demon... 

~~~~~ 

"Well," Poe commented with satisfaction, "I do believe everything is ready. 
Guests are here, grooms are here...I'm missing something. What am I 
missing?" He frowned thoughtfully, pacing a track in front of Buffy and the 
rest of the Scooby gang. 

Buffy primped in front of a mirror. Not that she cared what Spike thought of 
how she looked at his wedding, but who was she to argue with the opportunity 
to get all fancied up? "Hey, where's Xander? You think he'd show up today 
if only to make fun of the bleached wonder tying the knot." She snickered, 
still highly amused by the thought of *Spike* being forced to marry some 
demon, and probably a slimy, nasty smelling one at that. 

Everyone turned toward the side door as Xander slipped resignedly inside. 
Xander sighed, avoiding the curious stares as he made his way over to his 
father. "Dad, please," he whispered, trying desperately one last time to 
talk some sense into him. 

"No. Don't even start. Now, it's almost time. You should change." He 
placed his hands on his hips, giving Xander a warning stare. 

"Oh, don't be such a baby, Xander. This will be fun!" Buffy punched him on 
the arm, trying to cheer him up. She took a quick step back, though, when he 
turned an icy glare on her. 

"Am I late?" 

Again, every head in the room twisted to stare at the newcomer. Oz gave a 
little half-grin as he straightened his collar. "What?" 

Buffy threw her hands up in the air. "Ok, this is getting weird. No 
offense, Oz, but why are you here?" 

"You kidding? Wouldn't miss this for the world." He walked over to Xander, 
pulling him into a hug. "Hey man, congratulations." 

Xander mumbled a half-hearted thanks, while Buffy grew ever more confused. 

"Hope you don't mind, I brought a date." Oz walked back over to the door, 
guiding his companion inside. 

Xander's eyes flew wide and a huge grin spread over his face. "Lindsey!" 

Lindsey's face lit up. "Dad!" The two men were soon locked in an embrace, 
laughter sounding in the room. 

Poe quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, Dasani. Would you care to explain this?" 

"Um," Xander said, "You see...and then...and that was after...but this 
was...LOOK! A BUTTERFLY!" Xander released his hold on Lindsey and ran from 
the room. 

"You won't be getting away that easy!" Poe called, glaring after his son. 
Then he turned to he's son's 'son'. "You want to explain for me?" 

"I feel loved," Lindsey commented to Oz, then said to Zakari "Um, he met a 
girl a while ago, and when two people love each other they..." 

"What is this?" the old vampire threw his hands in the air, "The family of 
vague answers?!" 

The lawyer paused for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, pretty much. Actually 
my mom died giving birth to me and he took care of me for a while." Lindsey 
smiled, "He's a really great guy." 

"And now I have a son-in-law AND a grandson," Poe sighed. 

"Look what I found!" Xander squealed in delight as he returned, dragging in 
the half demon, Francis Doyle. "He was in the car!" 

Doyle blushed slightly, "You weren't supposed to find me yet." 

"Whhhhhy?" Xander looked confused. 

"Because he was my wedding gift!" Lindsey pouted, "I figured you'd want to 
see your mortal brother." 

"Ah, not that mortal," Doyle commented, grinning at Xander before wrapping 
him in a hug. 

"Doyle..." Angel flowed in silently. 

"No angst!" Willow scolded angrily. 

"Wait..." Suddenly, the light bulb went on over Buffy's head. "*Xander* is 
getting married to -" She was cut off by Willow trying to silence her. "OH 
WIGGY!" She glared at Poe, "You're *Xander's* father?!" 

"Um, duh?" Doyle offered. 

"But...but that means...Eeeeewwwww!!! Spike's marrying *Xander*!!!"

Xander blinked. "Excuse me? I'm *what*?" 

But Buffy was already shaking her head. "No. Oh, no no no. See, that's not 
right, because Spike is marrying some weird slimy icky demon thing, and 
Xander's a human, and this is *so* not processing in my brain." She shot a 
perturbed glare at Lindsey. "And you! I don't know who you are, but you're 
just making my brain hurt more every time you call Xander 'Dad'. That is 
just freaky." 

Angel finally noticed the lawyer's presence, and he vamped out, snarling. 
"You!" he spat out angrily. 

Eyes wide, Lindsey ducked behind Xander. "Dad, he's a bad person. He cut 
off my hand!" 

"What!?" Xander spun around, snatching Lindsey's wrist. 

Lindsey wriggled his fingers. "Well, I have a new one now...but it hurt! A 
lot!" 

Furious, Xander rounded on Angel. "You fucker," he hissed, "you waltz in 
here, rip my life to shreds, ruin my chance at happiness, and hurt my son?! 
Oh Deadboy, you are *so* gonna pay." 

Lindsey shot a superior smirk at Angel. "Somebody's in trouble," he 
sing-songed. 

"No bloodshed before the wedding!" Poe scolded, "Maybe after the wedding as 
part of your honeymoon, but not right now. You need to stay clean." 

Xander suddenly grinned, "I think Spike might like me covered in the blood of 
his sire." 

"*Ew*! Xander! You're not wigged out by having to marry *Spike* and...you're 
*not* a demon!" Buffy protested. 

"Um, actually," Xander coughed, "you see, it won't be a problem ‘cause....uh, 
we....kind of have been...sleeping together since...that whole issue with the 
Gentlemen..." 

"*What*?!" Buffy screeched, "But he said he loved *me*! Not that I would 
*ever* date him but...God!" She started stalking towards Xander but Doyle 
grabbed the back of her neck. "Hey! Doyle! He...let me go!" 

"I wouldn't be much of a big brother if I let you do anything, y'know." 

"Don't make me hurt you, boy." Buffy glared at Doyle, eyes flashing with 
warning. 

Doyle laughed. "Oh, that's funny. You...hurt me?" He rolled his eyes. 
"I'm scared. See me shake?" 

Xander tuned out their bickering for a moment, turning an annoyed look on his 
father. "So...I'm marrying Spike? And there was a reason you didn't let me 
know this? You know, like sometime between when I was *bawling* my *eyes* 
out in depression over his being missing and when I was rigid with terror 
that he might have been staked?" 

Poe shrugged. "Oops?" 

"*Oops*?!?" Xander flung his hands up in the air. "What the hell is *that* 
supposed to mean?" 

"You know, none of this would have happened if you'd just been honest with me 
from the start, Dasani." Poe gave Xander a disapproving, fatherly sort of 
stare that Giles would have been proud of. 

"Oh, so all this is *my* fault?" A thought struck him. "Woah, wait a sec. 
If I'm supposed to be marrying Spike, then where the *fuck* is he?" 

Angel spoke up. "Well, we've been keeping him in a cage in the back, and--" 

"Ahhhh!!!" Xander tore at his hair. "You fucking caged my lover? 
I'm...I'm...well, I don't know what I'm gonna do, but it sure ain't gonna be 
pretty!" 

Poe sighed deeply. "Yes, this is my family." 

Buffy sunk weakly into a chair the Willow helpfully pulled out for her. 
"God, I'm so confused." 

Poe sighed loudly. "Would you like us to spell it out for you? Fine. The 
vampire Spike, childe of Angelus, was contracted to wed my son Dasani, who 
you know as Xander. This was, oh, a century ago give or take a decade." He 
held up a hand to forestall Buffy's imminent protests at this. "Contrary to 
your beliefs, Dasani is *not* human, he is in fact one of the Waremonochuui 
Akuma. Today is his 101st birthday, hence he shall be wed to one William the 
Bloody. Case closed, end of story, those with objections may see me after 
the wedding for an up-close tour of one of my torture chambers." He sat. 

Angel scratched his head. "Um...Spike is marrying Xander?" 

"Argh!" Poe cradled his head in his hands, whimpering softly. "Why me?" he 
muttered. "What did I do to deserve this?" 

Xander kicked the leg of the chair he was sitting in. "You made me angst, 
that's what!" He pouted. 

Willow walked over and punched him lightly on the arm. "Oh, cheer up! All's 
well that ends well, right?" She peeked around Xander to where Lindsey had 
wiggled his way back into Oz's arms. "Hey, Oz." 

Oz waved. "Long time no see. How's the girlfriend?" 

Willow beamed across the room at Tara. "She's fine; *we're* fine." 

"Yeah? Cool. Thought you two would hit it off." 

"Oh yeah. Thanks so much for introducing us." 

Tara crossed the room, linking arms with her girlfriend. "Yeah," she agreed. 
"We might never have gotten together otherwise." She wrinkled her nose. 
"Mom wanted me to join a coven closer to home, but when Oz convinced Poe to 
send me to watch over his son...well, things couldn't have turned out better." 

Buffy frowned. "Oz? I thought you, like, seriously hated Tara. Because of 
the whole girlfriend stealing thing. And why am I the only one who seems at 
all shocked about Xander being a demon? Which I *still* don't believe, by 
the way!" 

Everyone -- well, except Angel and Buffy -- exchanged amused glances. Willow 
snickered. "Um, maybe 'cause everyone already knew that." 

Buffy opened her mouth, then paused. Slowly, she turned to glare at her 
Watcher. "Giles?" she squeaked. "Tell me you didn't know about this?" 

"I'm afraid I did, Buffy," he polished his glasses. "You see, for the past 
few years I've been his guardian, during the time that he was grounded." 

"Grounded?" Buffy exclaimed, shaking her head. 

Xander coughed, a blush rising in his cheeks. "Never assume that rose hips 
are the same as actual roses. Let's just...leave it at that, okay? Shut *up*, 
Willow," he glared at the snickering witch. 

"Why didn't anyone tell me he was a demon?!" Buffy screeched, causing Poe, 
Angel and the other hearing sensitive people to wince. 

"We were afraid you might...react badly before we had a chance to explain," 
Giles tried to soothe her. 

Buffy was playing with a stake she had brought along. "I react *fine*!" To 
punctuate the last word, she threw her weapon, letting it sail right towards 
Xander. Luckily the boy jumped out of the way quickly enough. 

Unluckily, his movement left Poe directly in the path of the flying object. 

Poe quirked an eyebrow at the extremely sharp stake that he now clutched in 
his fist, bare millimeters from his skin. He looked up at Buffy, eyes 
flaming red with rage. "You just threw a stake at my son," he remarked in a 
calm, even tone. 

Xander gulped and backed away. Giles, Oz and the witches followed suit, eyes 
wide. "Linds!" Oz hissed, tugging him back as well. "Trust me...you don't 
want to be in the line of fire." 

Doyle had inched away too, flattening himself against the far wall, soon 
joined by all the others who know what an angry Poe was like. 

Buffy stood in place, hands on hips. "You got a problem?" 

With a quick flexing of muscles, Poe snapped the stake into splinters. "As 
a matter of fact, I do." He casually brushed the splinters off his clothes. 

"I'm really starting to quiver," Buffy mocked. But then she was dangling in 
the air, her throat clasped in Poe's harsh grip. His nails dug into the flesh 
and her face was now mere inches from his. 

"No one threatens my child. You could have killed him; I should kill you. My 
family is important to me, be they extended," his gaze flicked to Giles and 
the witches, "or true blooded family," now he turned to look at Lindsey, 
Doyle, and Xander. 

"But," Buffy croaked, "he's not even your son! You vampire, he demon!" 

Poe dropped her, "I won't even bother with you. You are like the other 
Slayers I've killed; you never understand what you're going to face." Buffy's 
face was flushed with indignity and lack of air. She would have said 
something but Angel laid a hand on her shoulder. Poe's entire attitude 
changed from deadly rage to fatherly caring in seconds. 

"The wedding is soon, Dasani, I'm not telling you again, go get ready." 
Xander and Doyle looked at each other before erupting into giggles for 
unknown reason. 

"We're gone, Pops!" Xander laughed and they left. 

Poe turned his gaze to Lindsey. "And you, young man. You and I shall be 
having a little heart-to-heart later, hmm?" 

Eyes wide, the lawyer swallowed hard. "Um, y-yeah. Sure." He relaxed when 
the steely eyes moved on to a new target. To Oz, he whispered, "I'm dead, 
aren't I?" 

Oz quirked a grin. "Nah. He's just a little tense right now. He'll be much 
calmer after the wedding. And reception. And maybe a few weeks 
recuperation. And--" 

"All right, I get the point!" 

"Oh, don't worry. I'll protect you!" Oz pulled the taller man down for a 
bruising kiss. 

Over their hushed conversation, Poe's voice sounded again. "Tara, Willow." 
The witches rushed forward. "I need you to make sure everything for the 
spell is in place. There's no room for errors here." They nodded, then 
hurried out. 

"Giles. While I commend you on your job of looking after Dasani, I know he 
can be a handful at times, there are a few minor...details that you seemed to 
have overlooked." He held up a hand to forestall any stammered explanations. 
"Now, while I'm sure you had your reasons, it was hardly in my son's best 
interests to be left in the dark about some matters. We'll speak about this 
in length later." 

Giles nodded, somewhat relieved that he'd escaped so lightly. For the 
moment, anyway. 

Poe clapped his hands together. "Well, what's everyone standing around for? 
We have a wedding to get to, people!" 

~~~~~ 

Spike fidgeted a lot more as the demon walked up to stand next to him. There 
was a soft smile playing on the edges of his mouth. Spike shook his head, 
Xander, Xander, Xander.... 

"We're gathered here today," the person working as priest started. Spike just 
let the words fade in and out. He still wanted to be with his Nummy. It 
didn't matter if the demon smelled so delicious...had the exotic look..."Hey, 
Bloody! Wake up!" 

The demon snickered softly as Spike blinked. "What? What is it?" 

"I need your wrist," the priest said in exasperation. He already had a 
wineglass filled with the other demon's blood. So. This was it. Spike was 
never going to see Xander again. He held out an arm and the priest cut a 
knife across it. He watched his blood drip into another glass. 

The priest gave each of them the others' blood. Spike closed his eyes and 
slowly drank the thick liquid. His eyes popped open at the unique flavor. 

Eyes shining with humor stared into his own, and Spike came as close to 
fainting as he ever had in his unlife. "Xan?" he whispered in disbelief. 

"Hey Spike, like the new outfit?" Lips stretched into a wide grin, revealing 
long fangs that Spike found himself dying to lick. 

Never one to hold back, he grabbed Xander and pulled him close, uniting their 
lips in a fierce, bloody kiss. His hands groped madly, plastering themselves 
to his lover's heated body, mapping out the new shape in intimate detail. 

"Ahem." 

They broke apart to find the priest glaring at them with affronted dignity. 

"Bugger off," Spike growled before reattaching himself to Xander. 

"You can't *do* that yet! It's not time!" 

With a snarl, Spike released Xander, shooting the priest an evil glare. "Are 
you human?" he asked. 

Baffled, the priest responded, "Only half. Why?" 

Eyes narrowed, Spike lunged forward, determined to rip this annoying person 
to bloody bits. 

Xander caught his arm, yanking him to a halt. "You can't kill the priest, 
Spike. Because then we won't be able to get married, and my dad will get 
upset, and he'll lock us in separate rooms until he finds another priest to 
marry us." 

"Interrupt us again..." Spike drew a finger across his throat. 

The priest's eyes widened and he coughed. "Uh, yes, well, I now pronounce 
you wed. You may...nail the consort!" he offered. 

Xander and Spike's lips met again. Spike made a move that Xander had often 
pulled on him. He wrapped his tongue around one long fang and sucked hard. 
Xander's hands griped tightly on Spike's shoulders. The vampire nearly moaned 
in bloodlust as the claws pierced his flesh slightly. 

They pulled back; Xander still had the need to breathe. "Don't stop on our 
account!" Oz called up. He and Lindsey seemed about ready to try the action 
with each other. Giles looked slightly uncomfortable, tugging his collar, 
while Poe was grinning slightly and shaking his head. Willow and Tara had 
these little smirks on their faces. Doyle gave Xander two thumbs up. 

"So, luv," Spike commented as they walked from the priest, "when we're you 
gonna tell me we were getting married?" 

Xander shifted back to his human form, "Trust me, I just found out like...a 
half hour ago." 

Spike looked Xander's body up and down. "Now that I've seen you in all your 
glory....Might have spoiled me right off the bat." 

"Guys," Lindsey broke in, "you can have sex under a table at the reception 
but this isn't the reception!" 

Spike, just to spite everyone, pulled Xander into a hot kiss. The vampire was 
looking better than he had in days. 

~~~~~ 

"You're bloody well joking!" Spike glared at his consort. 

"Hey, don't look at me like that! I don't make these rules up!" Xander 
crossed his arms defensively, matching Spike glare for glare. 

Spike pouted. "But they *said* we could! That one bloke said we were 
allowed to shag under the table now!" 

Xander sighed, caressing the protruding lower lip. "Now love, my son can be 
a bit hasty sometimes, sex fiend that he is, but he means well. And we *can* 
shag...but first we open presents!" 

Spike perked up. "Presents? How come no one mentioned any pressies? 
And--hold up...your son?" 

Xander chuckled. "Um, I'll explain later." 

"Uh-huh." Spike eyed him closely, not believing for a minute that Xander 
wouldn't try to weasel out of that. Then he shrugged. On to better things! 
"Well, let's get this done so we can get naked." 

"True romantic," Xander smirked, "I got the very last, didn't I?" 

"Damn straight," Spike grinned back. 

"Just don't *shag* under my table," Doyle commented tossing them a small 
package. 

"Awwww..." Xander whined as everyone else gave them their gifts. 

Spike looked to Xander, "How am I supposed to use these? I mean you got them 
lovely claws," he looked a tad dazed, "so you won't be needing these." Mostly 
everyone had gotten them weapons and instruments of torture. "But I can't 
hurt humans, remember?" 

Xander flew to Poe's side, bouncing up and down. "Can we tell him now, 
Daddy?! Can we?! Canwecanwecanwe?! *Pleeeeease*, for the love of god can we 
tell him now?!" 

Poe laughed, placing his hands on the boy's shoulder. "Yes! Go on and tell 
him before some part of you explodes!" 

Xander clapped his hands and scampered back to Spike's side. "Spiiiike, as my 
gift to you, Dad found a way to get rid of the chip!" 

Spike gaped at him, dropping the dagger he held with a thunk. 
"He...you...what?" 

Xander nodded excitedly. "Yep. He found this really cool spell, and the 
girls are getting everything set up, and the nasty chip will come out! Ain't 
it awesome?" 

Spike's jaw worked up and down without producing sound. His eyes just stared 
hugely at his consort. 

Xander frowned. "Spike?" He poked the vampire with a finger, producing no 
reaction. "Uh, Spike?" Still nothing. Xander whirled back to his father. 
"Daddy! I think he's broken!" He pouted. "And we haven't even gotten to 
the honeymoon part yet!" 

"Xander," Spike whispered hoarsely, "please, by all you hold dear, tell me 
you're not joking." 

Sighing with relief, Xander hugged Spike close. "Would I lie to you?" He 
paused, considering his words. "Ok, yes, since I've pretty much lied to you 
about the whole me being a demon thing, although really, that was more like 
avoiding telling the truth, not outright lying. But would I lie about 
*this*?" 

"You better not be," Spike pulled him to rest on his hip. Xander smiled and 
kissed his cheeks. "Well let's get going! I'm wasting killing and shagging 
time!" 

Poe shook his head. "What have I done to my poor child?" 

"Well, they *were* shagging for a while before," Oz offered. 

"Don't remind me...and you *knew*?" 

"...Heh, no, I guessed?" Oz hid behind Lindsey. "Look! Xander's son! Talk!" 

Xander and Spike hurried to find Willow and Tara before the carnage started 
to mock Spike. The girls were ready for them with the candles and like. 
Xander gave a kiss to each of the witches before scampering off to the side. 

The spell was simple enough; it amounted to simply turning a switch off. The 
only problem came at the end of the spell when Xander gave a strangled yelp. 
The witches and vampire turned to see Angel holding Xander tightly and Buffy 
with a stake. "Don't worry, Xander, we'll get rid of Spike and you'll be 
fine," she commented. 

She rushed at Spike but was shocked when he punched her. Spike grinned 
viciously at her before stalking forward. 

Angel's grip tightened harder on Xander until the boy yelped loudly for his 
father. 

Poe's head shot up as his ears caught the sound. He growled when he saw the 
spectacle across the large room. Rage burned high within him as he stalked 
over. 

Angel held on to the struggling demon, deftly evading wild swings by hands 
that once again sported long, wickedly sharp claws. "Xander..." he gasped as 
a knee managed to connect with his groin, but managed to stay upright and 
keep his hold on Xander. "Xander, stop it. This'll be over soon, just let 
Buffy do her job." 

Xander slammed his head back, trying to knock the vampire off balance. 
Twisting his neck, he sank his teeth into Angel's upper arm, making him grunt 
in pain. 

Angel was beginning to get annoyed with Xander. Here he was, just trying to 
help, and-- A shadow fell over him, and he looked up. 

Immediately, his arms fell slack, releasing Xander. Angel took a step back, 
cringing under the malicious glare being directed at him. Somehow, it hadn't 
quite sunk in that Xander -- goofy, quirky, underachieving Xander -- was 
Poe's son. *Poe's* son. 

Xander scrambled to hide behind Poe, whimpering softly. Poe's face was 
contorted in rage, which was multiplied by his vampire visage. "Dasani, are 
you okay?" his voice was soft to his son. Xander nodded, still hiding. Angel 
had really freaked him out, although he shouldn't have been surprised. 

"Poe...it's uh, not what you think," Angel tried to explain. 

"What am I supposed to think then?? You made me a promise long ago, Angelus." 

"I didn't know your child was Xander!" Angel spread his hands. "I mean, I may 
not like Xander, but I want to protect him, and Spike...." 

"Yes well, I may not like Spike but he is now a Zakari." Poe drew himself up 
to complete height, looking like he was stretching his shadow to make himself 
larger. "No one messes with the Zakari family." 

"Yes, yes, quite," Giles broke in. Angel felt everything about him droop in 
relief at the return of sanity. "Get Spike and go speak with Lindsey. We can 
deal with Buffy and Angel." Spike grinned viciously at the bleeding Slayer 
before sauntering to his consort. 

Xander let Spike lead him away, but paused midstep, turning back to Poe. 
"Um, Dad? That thing you said about not liking Spike? You didn't, like, 
mean that, did you? You do like Spike, don't you?" His eyes widened 
hopefully. 

Poe cleared his throat. "We'll talk about it later, Dasani," he replied, 
avoiding the question. 

Xander pouted. "But--" 

Spike tugged his arm. "Xan, he said *later*! I wanna go shag now." Spike 
gave Xander his own version of puppy-dog eyes, complete with a quivering 
lower lip. 

Xander melted immediately. Grabbing Spike's hand, he yanked the vampire 
close and planted a deep, possessive kiss on his lips. 

Spike held back a snicker at the abrupt change attitude, not wanting to jinx 
his luck. "Say bye to your father now, luv." 

Xander waved distractedly in Poe's general direction, keeping the majority of 
his attention on various parts of Spike's anatomy as the vampire squirmed in 
his arms. 

"Boys!" Poe barked out, glaring. "Take it to your room!" He rolled his eyes 
almost fondly as the newlyweds stumbled away, hands still groping insistently. 

~~~~~ 

"Hey, pet," Spike growled nipping an ear, "how about showing me that demon 
side of you?" 

"What?" Xander smiled coyly, claws and fangs popping out, "You mean this? 
Why, love?" Spike pulled him close, running a hand over those dangerous 
claws. Their lips joined again and Spike let his vampire face fall into 
place. Their fangs devoured at each other. 

Spike crowded Xander to the bed, pushing him down and crawling over his body. 
His hands skimmed up under the loose white shirt, finding a nipple to toy 
with. Xander threw back his head and moaned softly as Spike suckled on his 
neck, leaving a mark. 

Spike's hard cock was pushing against Xander's, and Xander needed relief so 
badly. It was obvious Spike did too. 

But then, Xander did so love to torment his vampire, and certainly didn't 
want this to be over too quickly. After all, he hadn't been able to touch 
that pale, silky skin for *days* now, and he was going to make up for the 
lack. 

With that thought in mind, he rolled them both over until he was above Spike. 
With a feral grin baring his gleaming fangs, he slowly sliced Spike's 
pristine white clothing off his body. "Thought white was for virgins," he 
snickered as he peeled the clinging bits of cloth away. 

Spike gasped as a clawed finger traced around his nipples. "Would you...ah! 
Would you have as much fun with...yes!...with a bloody virgin?" He snarled 
as the touch disappeared. 

Xander sat back, cocking his head thoughtfully. "A bloody one? Hmm, 
maybe..." Then his eyes flashed wickedly. "Well, we'll just have to pretend 
you're a virgin, and I'm about to ravish you." 

Spike smirked up at his love. "Oh, feel free to ravish away." He sprawled 
his body out invitingly. 

"Yeah, but...something's missing." Another thoughtful pause, then Xander 
snapped his fingers. "Got it!" He pawed through the tattered remains of 
Spike's wedding apparel, retrieving several long strips of material. "Spike, 
be a good 'virgin' for me and hold onto the headboard." 

Spike blinked blankly for a moment, then smirked. "An' what if I don't 
wanna?" 

Xander narrowed his eyes as he perused his husband. "Oh, you'll want to. 
Trust me." 

Spike just chuckled softly and rolled onto his stomach, tucking his arms 
under him. 

Xander stared at the pale skin that shone in the moonlight, glowing almost 
surreally. He couldn't help himself; he reached out a hand and traced a 
winding path up Spike's back, ending at the nape of his neck so his fingers 
could curl into silky strands of hair. 

Spike purred softly, arching as his scalp was massaged briefly before the 
hand once more made it's way across his back, petting, stroking, teasing his 
sensitive skin. 

Xander grinned as he let his fingers play over Spike's trembling body. 
Moving lower, he gently stroked down the vampire's thighs, tickling softly in 
that spot just behind his knees. 
Spike groaned and parted his legs, offering himself up for Xander's further 
examination. He shivered as a warm gust of air ghosted its way along his 
body as Xander drew closer. 
Hand slid back up, stroking over the curve of Spike's ass. Xander lovingly 
squeezed each cheek, then leaned forward and, with a devilish grin, nipped 
one sharply. 

Spike yelped, bucking upwards. He tried to turn over, but Xander's hands 
held his hips insistently in place. Then, a soft, wet tongue slid over the 
tingling spot, laving the wounded flesh. Spike's head fell against the bed 
with a thump. 

Xander resisted the urge to torment the vampire mercilessly with teasing 
little nips and bites, since he didn't actually think he could hold out much 
longer himself. Not with Spike laid out so invitingly under him. Instead, 
he carefully parted the mounds of flesh, stroking his thumb over the 
quivering ring of muscle that was revealed. 

Spike hissed at the slight touch. Twisting his upper body, he flailed about 
with an arm for the tube that he vaguely remembered having seen nearby. 
After only a minor amount of blind searching, he came across it. With a 
muttered litany of thanks, he tossed the tube over his shoulder toward 
Xander. 

With a laugh, Xander took advantage of Spike's change in position, quickly 
binding his hands to the headboard. "That's better," he growled softly, 
making Spike shiver. Then he picked up the tube and expertly opened it with 
one hand, while the other resumed its teasing. He squeezed a bit of the lube 
out onto his fingers, rubbing the slickness into pale skin, puling back 
slightly when Spike tried to impale himself on the slippery digits. 

"Bloody hell Xander! Just do it!" He did his best to glare over his 
shoulder at the human, but the effect was ruined by the whimper that escaped 
him when a finger abruptly made its way inside his body. 

Xander loved this part. The sight and feel of Spike's taut flesh slowly 
relaxing and accepting a part of him inside. Become greedy in its demand for 
more, the mindless contractions of muscle as he found that one spot inside 
and nudged it repeatedly. Spike's broken moans and curses as he tried to get 
him to move faster, harder. 

Breathlessly, Xander removed his fingers, moving to kneel between parted 
legs. He bent down, covering Spike's smaller body with his own, pressing 
feverish kisses onto the vampire's damp shoulders and neck as he slowly 
pushed himself inside. 

Spike let out a low moan as he was entered, filled by Xander's heat and 
hardness. Nothing else could ever compare to being taken like this, by this 
wonderful, beautiful human. His human. His Xander. 

Xander knew he couldn't last long. Not with Spike's cool body encasing him 
snugly, rippling around and under him. Panting, he pulled out, then quickly 
plunged back in. His mouth worked at the curve of Spike's neck, sucking 
fiercely at the tender area. 

Spike made what little movements he could while pinned down by Xander's 
greater bulk. He clenched his muscles, jerking his hips up and down, 
grinding his own hardness into the mattress. 

Xander sped up, sliding quickly in and out of Spike's clinging passage. 
Soon, he was moving with almost bruising force, hands leaving red welts on 
Spike's body as he gripped it harshly with each thrust. 

~~~~~ 

Poe sighed slightly, looking to the others. "I don't think Dasani and his 
mate will be joining us anytime soon." 

Lindsey giggled, "They're making out," he whispered loudly. Oz laughed but 
choked it off at the glare. "Sorry, sir," he grinned. 

Poe rolled his eyes, "No you're not, don't lie." He pointed a finger at Oz, 
"You two do not leave, got it? I'll be having a talk with you. I have to 
check on Giles and the others." 

"Bye, grandpa!" Lindsey called and laughed at the vampire's shudder. Poe 
walked down the stairs and into something like a dungeon. He always did have 
good tastes in buildings. Angel was in a cage while Buffy was chained to the 
wall. 

Giles had gone into Ripper mode while Doyle and the witches had a bowl of 
popcorn in their laps. "What kind of spell are you guys under?!" Buffy cried, 
"This is wrong!" 

Willow munched the food as she answered, "No see, you're wrong. No spell, 
we're just doing what we're meant to. I couldn't let you hurt my friend of 
childhood." 

"He's a demon! A very old demon!" Angel tried to reason. 

"And who says I wasn't old??" Willow huffed slightly, "I just look really 
good. I just never remembered what Poe looked like. Bad memory." 

Angel snapped his gaze to his former friend who was supposed to be dead. 
"Doyle...what's your part in all of this?" 

Doyle sipped from a bottle of beer. "He's my baby half brother. Same mom, 
different dads. I thought I was the only demon in the family..."

TBC