True Innocent

by
BmblBee

Part Sixteen

Spike double checked the number on the key and made sure they were headed in the right direction. "Here we go #269 Seems our friend Eugene has a bit of a sense of humor."

Xander stood behind Spike, rocking on his heels, impatiently waiting as he unlocked the door. "Huh? I don't get it. What does 269 mean?"

Spike shook his head. "Two of us? 69? Never mind." Sometimes he forgot how innocent his boy was. Pushing the door open and stepping in he looked around. Bland. Plain. It looked like a million other motel rooms Spike had occupied around the world over the years.

A pitiful attempt at a color scheme showed itself in the odd bluish green flowers on the curtains and matching bed spread. A bed spread that smelled like the juices of dozens of horny couples. Apparently condoms were not sold in the state of Utah.

Spike stepped in and dropped the key on the small round table by the window. He immediately went about the task of checking the curtains and securing them against the coming light of day.

After satisfying himself that they were safely clipped together, Spike turned to find his childe still standing in the doorway, half in, half out, his mouth dropped open and his eyes big as saucers.

The awe in his face was reflected in his breathless voice as he spoke low and reverently. "Wow, Sire! This is like a palace! I have never seen anything so fancy! It must surely be a sin to stay in such opulence."

Spike took another look around the room to make sure he hadn't missed something. Nope, still the same tacky dump he saw when he first entered. "Ah, yeah, right, nothing too good for my childe. Now why don't you shut the door, come here and show your sire some appreciation." Spike held his arms open and instantly found them full of gratitude.

Together they stumbled backward and landed on the bed with Spike happily on top. Straddling Xander's hips, Spike pulled off his own shirt and helped his boy do the same. Sitting up, Spike looked down on the most beautiful sight in the world.

His childe. Happy, horny, loving and content. Spike's demon crowed. "HA! Don't hear him calling for his mother now."

Spike wiggled his butt, feeling Xander's hard rigid cock, still trapped in the heavy cotton of his britches, nestling directly under the crack of Spike's ass. Each time he moved, Xander arched up and groaned.

"That what you want, boy? Want to feel that hard, wet cock of yours up in your sire's ass? Ramming in and movin' about?" Spike sat back, pressing down and grinding almost painfully against Xander.

Xander spread his legs and held Spike's hips firmly in place, all the time protesting such an outrageous idea. "No sire, I would never want that. I only want you to take me. Enter me and possess my body."

Spike chuckled at the little white lie. He knew if he allowed this to continue much longer the boy would cum in his pants, a pause in the action Spike did not want to happen. Lifting his hips Spike stopped moving and lowered his body, laying himself flat on top of his lover. He looked his love in the eye then kissed him deeply letting his slick tongue own every inch of the boy's mouth.

Xander wrapped his arms around his sire and pulled him down even more. It was so different than the few times he had held Anya. She of all softness and light. So feminine and curved. She was everything the older boys had talked about wanting. Warm, small, helpless.

He had often wondered why he always seemed to have a stiff willy until he was with her. When they held hands, walked together, or spoke of their future, his manhood retreated. Xander had assumed it was God's way to insure there would be no sin before marriage.

Then came Spike.

His demon had stirred an unrest in Xander and inflamed his passions. He fought it, feared it, and tried to deny it till the revelation had come to him. Spike was his destiny. Sent to him by God himself to lead Xander down a different path. Once he accepted that truth, Xander opened his mind, body and soul to him. He swam in the passionate sexual release his sire offered. He gave himself completely to the demon he loved.

Xander relaxed. He threw his head back and thrilled at the solid weight of the man pressing down on him. The strength of the chest and arms, he ran his hands over the flexing muscles of his sire's back.

"You like how I feel, Xander?" Spike purred in his ear. "You like the things I do to you?"

"Yes, sire, yes." His voice was low and strained. Xander squirmed. The cool sheets under his back and the silky cool skin rubbing his front made him feel like the luckiest sandwich in the universe. His hips humped and moved trying to gain friction. He wished desperately he had had enough foresight to have removed his pants before laying down. "My britches, sire."

Spike pretended to be confused. "What about them? They appear all right to me. Wait, let me check." Spike slid his hand down between their bodies and rubbed his palm roughly over his childe's insistent erection. "Yep, they're all buttoned up nice and snug."

Frustration was starting to fuel his temper. "Please don't tease me. Sire, I need release. Please help me. Please touch me."

Though Spike would never admit it, he was enormously grateful for his childe's impatience. Sliding himself down till his nose was just inches from the heavy waiting bulge in the boy's pants, Spike slowly began unbuttoning the fly. One slow button at a time.

Xander lifted his head, watching intently as first his thick wiry pubic hair emerged then, finally, his anxious, salivating cock head peeked out.

Spike smiled and rubbed his face over the rigid member causing it to bounce and leak. "Well what have we here? Seems someone needs a little attention."

Xander lifted his hips, encouraging Spike to pull his pants the rest of the way off. He whimpered as Spike moved to the side to remove his own, but was again thrilled when his sire settled back between Xander's legs.

Grabbing his childe's ankles, Spike pushed his legs up and open leaving his feet flat on the bed, his cock and balls resting high on his eager body. Spike pulled the cheeks apart and sniffed, his nose buried deep in his boy's crack. "Oh, baby, you smell so good. Wonder if you taste as sweet."

Before Xander's detached brain could form an answer, Spike dove in, licking, sucking and nipping on the pink wrinkled opening causing it to ripple and wink.

Xander's hips shot up off the bed. "Oh, sweet heavenly host! Sire, that is so wickedly wonderful! Just a little more. I can feel my seed. Just.....more, please."

Spike planted on more kiss on the twitching hole then pulled back and waited for the outrage. He didn't have long to wait.

"What happened? NO! No stopping, sire, please."

Spike casually slid one finger in and expertly struck the soft nub in his childe's body. He rubbed his finger over it and tapped it firmly. "Then you don't want this?"

Xander threw his head back and reached down between his own legs. Grabbing Spike's wrist he held it solidly in place, humping and riding the invading finger, his cock leaking and dribbling onto his stomach.

"Slow down, pet. Let sire take care of you." Spike carefully pulled his hand back and quickly rummaged through the
pockets of his pants on the floor.

Xander lifted his head and tried to focus his dazed and hooded eyes to see what was happening. When he saw his sire drip the oily lotion onto his huge cock, Xander's own need rose another notch. He pulled his legs back till his knees touched his chest.

Spike chuckled. "Ooo. What a flexible childe. What a good childe. Let's just see how far the rest of you can stretch." Spike reinserted his finger, this time with a second. Together they stretched, scissored and moved, all the time finger fucking and rubbing his hot spot.

Xander was incoherent, babbling and mumbling. He wanted the fingers to keep doing what they were doing. He wanted the fingers out so the cock would slide in. He wanted sire's mouth back on his hole. He never wanted to cum. He wanted to cum NOW!.

All slicked up and positioned, Spike finally pushed his way in through the tight band of muscled resistance. He knew he had to give it his best quickly as they were both so close. Carefully he pulled back exposing the slick shiny shaft to the cool air. Immediately he slammed home and both men grunted their pleasure.

Setting a steady pace, Spike could feel his boy trying to move, squirm, reposition under him. "Not gettin' it baby? Let sire help." Spike grabbed his boy's legs and twisted, flipping him onto his side, one leg on the bed and the other still over Spike's shoulder. This time when he shoved his cock in the boy's body, he hit home base.

"Yeah, oh, yeah, just like that. Oh master, harder. Harder!"

Spike wrapped his hand around the boy's bobbing erection, leaned forward and let loose. He stroked and rammed. Cock and cock. Pleasure given and taken. Together and independently they rode, humped, moaned and one cursed.

Xander grabbed fistfuls of bedcover and held on as he felt the hot burn of orgasm rush through and twist his body. He barely noticed his sire jerk, tense up or fill his body to overflowing with cold seed and warm love.

Minutes passed.

Coherence and reality finally returned and together sire and childe sighed, chuckled and rolled till they were separated and finally curled up together. After kissing, neither made it to cuddling before sleep overtook them.

Part Seventeen

Spike was restless. He was sleepy as hell from the events of the night before as well as the very enjoyable sex, but he simply couldn't turn his mind off. He would doze off only to be jerked away by disturbing dreams and thoughts of "what if".

When awake he would lie still and watch the peaceful sleeping face of his beloved childe, wonder and worry. If this were true, how would it affect their lives together?

He had just found Xander and had no intention of giving him up. In onw hundred and thirty years of wandering the earth, mostly alone, he had never loved another the way he loved his childe. There was just no other solution. Still, he had to know. They had to talk to Angel.

But what if Angel wouldn't help them. He could be such a prick. Seemed he only wanted one thing from Spike these days. Spike wondered if he was willing to exchange that one thing for information. Hell, he'd done worse. Spike sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, deciding he could worry about that part later. Right now he had to see where he stood with the evil bastard and he knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep till he did.

Spike squinted at the outline of light that filtered from the sides of the drapes he had pulled around the windows. That, along with the ticking of his internal clock told him it was late afternoon. Too early to go out, but late enough that his boy would soon be rising.

Quietly Spike eased out of bed. He took the phone from the stand beside the bed and thanked whoever invented extra long reach cords. He quietly slipped into the bathroom and closed the door, not wanting to wake or give any explanations to his childe just yet. Letting his eyes adjust to the dark, he sat down on the closed toilet lid and dialed.

"Hello, Buffy residence. What can I do you for."

Spike cringed at the inane giggling. "Slayer."

All humor dropped from the other end of the conversation.

"Spike! You have a lot of fucking nerve calling here. What the hell do you want? Cause if it's a piece of wood in the heart I'd be more than glad to oblige. In fact if you tell me where you are I'll even come to you. You could order a stake just like ordering a pizza. HA HA HA HA!"

Spike rolled his eyes and picked his teeth. "Yeah, yeah, threats of violence, death, destruction, yadda, yadda, yadda. Look, Slayer, I've got no particular gripe with you, I just need to talk to Angel. Be a love, pull him from out under your skirt and put the dickhead on the phone, yeah?"

Silence.

"Oh, come on, stop being a bitch and put him on the phone."

Spike could nearly feel the wind through the receiver from the huff she let out. "He's not here. As if you didn't know. Thanks to you he's gone. Moved away. Left. Bon Voageie."

"Voyage"

"What?"

"It's 'Bon Voyage"

"FUCK YOU!"

"Oh, for Christ sake, slayer, where the hell did he go?"

Spike was beginning to get that same annoying ache in his hair and teeth that he always got whenever he had to spend time with what had to be the most annoying slayer in the history of slayers.

He then waited impatiently while a series of sighs and sniffles was capped off with a loudly blown nose.

"He went to LA to be a hero. Help the helpless. Give hope to the hopeless. Put coins in expired parking meters. You know, good guy stuff. He was just too big for little old Sunnydale. We all miss him terribly."

As fast as Spike's eyebrows shot up, they wrinkled back down. He wasn't sure what the scam was, but he knew one thing for certain. Angel was no hero. Not unless there was something in it for him.

"LA huh? Where in LA?"

By now Buffy realized she had already said too much. The last thing Angel needed was this disgusting vampire slut leading her Angelface astray.

"None of your damn business. I'll never tell and you can't make me so why don't you just go back to hell where you belong and stay as far away from the Hyperion Hotel as possible!"

So there! Buffy positively beamed with pride at her ability to protect the man she loved. Spike would get no information from her!

For once, Spike was enormously grateful for her limited little grey cells. She may be huge in the muscle and pussy department, but her brain could rival a slice of toast.

Just as he replaced the phone on its cradle, the bathroom door flew open. "Oops, sorry." Just as quickly it closed. Then swung open again. "Hey, you don't poop. What are you doing sitting in here? On that? With your pants pulled up?"

Spike stood up, phone in hand. "We need to talk, love, and you won't like what I'm about to say but this is one of those times that you just have to trust your sire to do what is right. Do you trust me?"

Xander stood, frozen in fear. He nodded causing his thick dark hair to flop in his eyes. He knew whenever his own father would say "We need to talk" it never resulted in puppies and cookies.

"Good, come sit down on the bed with me."

Xander followed Spike back to the motel bed and sat close beside him, waiting. "First up I want you to remember that your sire loves you no matter what."

Xander scooted a little closer and leaned over resting his head on Spike's shoulder.

"We're going to Los Angeles. To find Angel."

Xander immediately pulled back. Shock and horror showed on his face as he remembered what the dark angel had done to his sire just a couple weeks ago. "NO! Why do you want to see him? He hurts you and not in the good way."

Xander blushed as he remembered his day of painful pleasure in the haunted house. "You want him instead of me. You love him more cause he's your sire and there is nobody in the world more important than a sire."

Xander covered his face with his hands and sobbed pitifully. Immediately Spike pulled him close and, pulling his hands away, covered his face with kisses.

"No, love. You're wrong. The most important person is a childe. You are my most important person. Unfortunately that rat bastard has something we need. Something we need very much. He has information."

Part Eighteen

Xander was still not convinced. Sire was being vague and wouldn't answer the simple question of 'what information?'
Whenever asked, he just went back to his pat response of 'trust your sire' and then changed the subject.

Of course he did. He trusted sire with his very unlife, still............

It made the morning blow job very distracting. The shower sex was pleasant enough, but the quicky hand job was really
not as mind blowing as usual.

In the end Xander made some decisions. Yes he did trust his sire, however he wanted to know exactly what was going on before the time came to face off with the evil one. According to sire's calculations they would get there in about two more days. Two long nights of driving. Two long days of bed time. Forty-eight hours. That gave him plenty of time to pump sire for answers.

'Pump sire'.

The mental picture that flashed in Xander's brain at the combination of those two words was shocking in it's sudden full color appearance. His spent cock jumped and quickly filled at the forbidden notion. He glanced over at his sire who was in the process of gathering together their few belongings. The sun had just set and he knew it was past time to be on the road again.

Watching Spike's back flex and ripple as he turned to look around the room, Xander slid his hand down the front of his shirt to his stomach, paused, and then let his fingers creep toward the erection that was again pressing the front buttons of his trousers. Against his better judgement he allowed his fantasy to expand. He could picture himself walking over to the side of the bed where sire stood. He could imagine running his hands over the hard muscled back of the older man. He pictured.....

His brain locked up as Spike bent over to check under the bed for the lost bottle of lube they had used earlier.

Xander squeezed his thick length through the rough fabric and focused on the small, firm, round cheeks that were aimed in his direction. His large, work calloused hand began rubbing and pressing the heavy cock that was trapped uncomfortably in his too tight pants. He would reach around to the front of sire's denims and unzip them slowly,
easing them over his slim, powerful hips.

Xander began breathing heavily.

Spike remained bent over with a big grin on his face. Oh, to be a young insatiable childe again. He swayed his hips and chuckled at the slight gasp behind him. The bottle he was looking for sat in easy view on the side bed stand, but it didn't matter. Spike knew Xander's eyes were entirely focused elsewhere.

With the slight of hand of an experienced pick pocket, Spike scooped the lotion off the table, tossed it under the bed and dropped to his hands and knees. Ass up. "Oh, yeah, right there!"

The double meaning of the words was not lost on the now very desperate, horny childe.

Rocking on his feet, Xander pushed, pulled and rubbed himself frantically while the forbidden fantasy of dominating, possessing, and butt fucking his sire exploded in his brain and pants.

When Spike smelled the release he collected the dropped plastic bottle and straightened up. Turning around he let his eyes wander from Xander's face down to the increasing wet spot on the front of his pants and smirked. "All done are we? Be a good boy and toodle off to the loo to wipe up. Time to move, love."

"Sire!" Xander's face blushed bright pink with shame as he realized sire knew exactly what he was doing. Darn sire. He always knew. Xander rushed for the bathroom to clean up pausing only to plant a quick kiss on Spike's lips.

"Thanks sire."

Fifteen minutes and they were ready to go. Spike dropped the room key on the lamp table and turned the lock on the door. Before he could pull it shut Xander took one last look. "Do you think we will ever stay anywhere this fancy again?"

Spike smiled, hoping against hope that his sweet childe could stay unjaded by the ugliness of the world around them.
"I don't know, pet, it was pretty nice. Maybe someday." He threw his arm around Xander's shoulder and led him away,
pulling the door closed behind them.

The DeSoto sat in the parking lot where they had left it. Xander jumped in the passenger side and Spike walked around to the other. Before climbing behind the wheel he noticed a slip of paper stuck under the windshield wiper. "Hope you enjoyed your stay. Call me anytime. Eugene. 555-2419."

Spike chuckled, balled the note up and tossed it away.

"What was that Sire?"

"Nothing, pet. Just an advertisement for pizza delivery." Spike threw the car in gear and squeeled out onto the highway.

The atmosphere in the car as it roared down the highway was quiet, but not uncomfortably so. Both men were lost in their own thoughts and plans. Each had an agenda. Each wanted information and needed to formulate an idea of how to extract it.

Their supply of money was such that, at least for now, they had their expenses of gas and another night's lodging covered. Blood was another matter. Spike has just begun to consider where and when their next meal should come from when he heard the excitement in his childe's voice.

"Sire! Look there. What is that?" Sticking his head out the window like a dog, Xander sucked in as much air as his dead lungs could hold. "Wow, everything smells so good."

Spike slowed the car and looked off into the distance. At the same time they passed a huge roadside billboard that colorfully announced

CARROLL COUNTY FAIR.
COME ONE. COME ALL.
EAT THE EATS. RIDE THE RIDES.
FUN FOR THE ENTIRE FAMILY.

Spike could hardly believe their luck. "It's a buffett. pet. A fuckin' buffet."

Jerking the wheel, Spike turned down the first road they came to and headed for the fair. It was an invitation they just couldn't refuse.

Part Nineteen

Spike could not believe their luck. County fairs were a cornucopia of edible delights. Corn dogs, candy apples, carneys, and petty thieves. All parading around just begging to be taken aside and sucked dry.

Not only would they have a little fun, but the boy could work on his hunting skills. Learn to cull the heard. Weed the weak from the strong and feed within full sight without being caught. It was a technique that any vampire living among people needed to learn.

Pulling through the brick archway that was decorated with colorful red, white, and blue balloons, Spike paid the older gentleman who stood by the little window. He collected their change and they had the backs of their hands ink stamped with a picture of a smiling pig face.

"Have fun gentlemen and enjoy the fair."

"Ta, mate. I'm sure we will."

Xander's eyes were huge. The excitement on his face translated to impatient bouncing in his seat as Spike pulled into the roped off field and parked the car.

"Never been to a county fair, pet?"

Xander already had his hand on the door handle waiting to jump out. "No, of course not. I'll just bet this place is teeming with sinners and evil temptations. I would never put my soul in jeopardy by associating with the engl....humans."

Spike chuckled. "Yeah, well soul's all gone pet and the demon and spirit both want to go see what's going on. You o.k. with that?"

Xander had already leaped from his seat and was doing his best not to rush over to where all the booths were set up and the people milled about. Lifting his face to the breeze he was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the smells of food cooking, sweet and sour, sawdust, the familiar odors of farm animals and the heavenly aroma of humanity, hot, sweaty, and aroused. Quickly losing control Xander slipped into vampire face and eagerly shuffled his feet wanting his sire to hurry.

With his hand on his childe's arm, Spike pulled him back and forced Xander to face him. "Pet. Xander, you need to calm down love. Self control is vital in self preservation." Spike gently rubbed his hand over Xander cheek, lovingly holding his attention till he was able to smooth his features back out. "Better?"

Xander nodded "Thanks, Sire. I'm good. Can we go now?"

Spike took his hand and led him off toward the excitement. "Let's go, love."

The place flooded Xander's senses like a category 5 hurricane. Everywhere he turned he saw and smelled things he had never known before.

Giving in to his childe's begging, Spike followed him into the barn that held the prize steer and ribbon winning sheep.
Cautiously he stepped over the steaming piles of road apples and avoided the horse flies that were buzzing the swishing tails of the various penned animals. It was a small bit of the familiar that filled Xander with peace and stirred a slight feeling of home sickness.

Spike watched him closely and when he detected his boy's mood go from happy and excited to sad and nostalgic he again grabbed his hand and aimed him in the other direction, away.

Strolling down the promenade, Spike and Xander entered the area of the game booths. Row after row of barkers yelling and coaxing unsuspecting marks into parting with their hard earned, or in this case, stolen, dollars. Each tent filled with shelf after shelf of colorful stuffed animals. All promising the prospect of an easy win. Things Xander had never seen before. It reminded him of one time at church when he had seen a picture of Noah's ark. It was a big bright picture of wonderful animals. Animals he had read about but never actually seen pictures of. It was amazing.

He would hurry to church school early just for the chance to look at the poster. He remembered the morning when he jumped from the buggy and ran down the steps to the downstairs Sunday school class only to find the picture gone. He was told later that it was too colorful and therefore a sin. The church elder's had worried about the children's souls and decided to burn it. Xander was crushed, but he trusted the church leaders to know best.

Leaning over he tugged on the sleeve of Spike's leather coat. "Sire, can you buy me one of those?"

Spike looked in the direction his childe was pointing. On the top shelf of the water balloon tent sat a large brown and white over stuffed cow with a big red bow around it's neck. "You like that, pet?"

"Yes, Sire. It looks like Bessie. The first cow I raised from a calf. Her momma had come fresh too quick and she had to be hand pulled or she'da died. I did that. I saved her life and she was my cow till she got old enough to go to sale. I wanted to keep her but Pa said no. Said cows wasn't pets. Can I have it?"

Spike gave the hand he was holding an extra squeeze. "Don't know pet. That isn't the kind of prize you buy that's the kind you have to win. You think you can do that? Shoot water in that balloon faster than anyone else and fill it till it pops?"

Xander watched intently as the row of people at the counter waited till a loud bell rang then screamed and laughed as their plastic guns shot streams of water into a clowns mouth and filled a balloon on the top of it's head till one burst spraying water over everyone there.

Biff stood back and watched the interaction between the two men. He had been working the carnival circuit for five seasons now and had finally earned his way up to one of the more cushy jobs.

No more working those fuckin' rides that were always breaking down. No more screaming kids pushing and shoving till they forced their way to the front of the lines only to puke up their guts and supper when the rides got a little too high or spun a bit too fast.

Nope, he had it easy now. Sit back on a padded stool in the comfy little tent. Plenty of room to hide a couple bottles of beer underneath and watch the girls go by. And oh man were there girls. Sweet, ripe, underage little things with barely a hair to their bodies just begging for someone like Biff to teach them the way of things. It was a rough job, but one Biff was more than up for.

Biff handed the pimply teenage boy a stuffed cat won by the last watery game and sat back down turning his attention again to the men standing just outside the area of the booth.

He wrinkled his nose and watched the two talk, laugh, and hold hands.

"Fags!"

Part Twenty

"I can do it, Sire. I know I can. I've been watching and it looks just like watering the livestock with a garden hose. Can I try? Please, can I"

Spike laughed and slapped a dollar down on the counter for the boy's ticket. The carney worker, Biff by his name tag, tossed the ticket in their direction and sniffed as though he had just passed through the livestock barn and had something objectionable stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Spike wondered briefly just what the fuck his problem was, but the truth was, he really didn't care.

He took the ticket and pushed his childe up toward the firing line. Xander selected his gun, blue because it matched the color of Sire's eyes, and waited while several others did the same.

He idly noted that he was number three in a row of seven. Good odds. He couldn't lose. Hand on his gun, Xander widened his stance and focused his attention on the grinning face of the wildly painted clown head.

Climbing off his stool, Biff checked to make sure he had collected all the money and everyone was in their spots.

"Ready?" he shouted. Everyone nodded.

BBRRRRIIIIIINNNGGGG!!

The bell rang. Xander jumped, grabbed his gun and pulled the trigger. By the time he had adjusted his aim to hit directly into the clown's open mouth a red balloon at the end of the row exploded, spraying water everywhere.

Spike whooped in laughter and clapped his hands. "What happened? Thought you had it covered?"

Xander frowned and watched with frustration as a little girl of not more than ten opened her arms and happily accepted one of the much coveted Bessie cows that Xander had his eye on. "It's a little harder than it looks. Can I try again? I think I can do it now, I just didn't have the angle right." Xander turned the plastic gun over in his hand and studied it carefully. He wondered if the barrell was bent or the sight slightly off kilter.

Spike pulled out another dollar and handed it to Biff who stood back, clearly indicating he would only take it from the counter and not Spike's hand. Spike was still not interested. If Biffy boy was having a bad day it could not have mattered less to Spike.

Xander, who was oblivious to the interaction grabbed his gun and waited. The line quickly filled up till all the guns were in hand and the shooters anxiously waiting.

BBBBRRRRIIIIINNNNGGG!!

The bell rang. Xander was ready, he aimed, hit the target almost instantly and watched happily as the balloon hat on the top of his clown started to steadily fill.

KABLAM!

The green balloon beside him splattered him with cold water as he watched his own slowly deflate in defeat. He blinked and squinted. If he didn't know better he would swear that darn clown was laughing at him.

Xander was crushed as he watched a fluffy tailed skunk be passed to the older woman beside him. "DANG! Quick, Sire, gimme a dollar! NOW!"

Spike was now laughing so hard he could barely fumble the cash out of the tight front pocket of his jeans. Again Biff snatched the money from in front of Xander and stuck it in his apron pocket as quickly as he could, obviously afraid it may soil his fingers.

Xander meant business. He planted his feet and snatched up his gun as though he were headed to the O.K. Corral in search of an Earp. He flexed his shoulders and rolled his head cracking his neck on both sides. He was ready. He knew the routine and would not be denied. The cow was as good as his.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as Biff hopped down off the stool, seemingly in slow motion.

Steady.

He crouched as Biff called out. "Everybody ready?" He vaguely noted the others nodding.

Steady.

BBBBBRRRRRIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!!!!

The bell rang. Xander let loose. Every muscle in his body went rigid. His focus and concentration were aimed one hundred percent at that comic, painted freak face that was grinning madly in his direction. Xander was deadly, his aim spot on and accurate as hell. He watched in apt fascination as his balloon grew rapidly larger.

"Come ooon. Come ooon. Faster. Faster."

SPLAT!! Xander's balloon exploded amid groans of defeat from the other players.

"YES!!!!"

Xander leaped in the air pumping his fist in success. Spinning around he threw his arms around Spike and gave him a big hug, bouncing and jumping, causing Spike to have to bounce with him. "I told you I could do it. Did you see that? I won."

Spike laughed, sharing the boys excitement. "You did indeed. Claim your prize boy. Pick your cow."

Xander's eyes got big. "That's right. I got so happy about winning I forgot about Bessie" Turning back to face the rows of animals, Xander pointed to one of the bovines on the top row.

"I want that one."

Biff's face clearly showed disgust as he grabbed the cow and hastily tossed it in their direction.

'Oh' Spike thought. 'So that's the bastard's problem. Well, well, Mr. Biff, I believe you may have just earned yourself an invitation to dinner.

Spike made a point of pulling a very surprised Xander into his arms and giving him a congratulatory kiss. "Come on, love, let's take a little walk and cool down." Spike threw his arm around Xander's shoulder and led him away towards a darker secluded area of the fairgrounds. Xander was so happy and busily fussing over Bessie he went unquestioningly.

Biff stood by and watched the two walk away. It made him sick to see such perversions in the world. Scanning the crowd he finally spotted Dave, one of the relief workers. "Yo, Dave. How about taking the booth for a while. Need to see a man about a horse." Biff grabbed his crotch and shook it. Several mother's steered their children away and teenagers shared an 'EEWWWW' face.

Dave had also worked the circuit for a few years and knew the job was a hiding place for the scum of the earth. He hated it but had decided long ago that the best thing to do was turn a blind eye. The deteriorating state of mankind was not his concern.

Dave chose to ignore Biff's obscene display and gave him the 'go ahead' gesture with his hands as he leaped over the counter and waved his arms with gusto. "Hear up, hear up, step up and win a prize. Everybody plays, everybody wins." Laughter and chatter filled the air as the next row of contestants claimed a gun and a spot in the line to give it their best and a try for a prize.

The shouts faded away as Biff slipped out the back flap of the tent, grabbing his Louisville Slugger from it's hiding place as he passed.

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