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Pairing: Spike/Xander, Spike/Drusilla, Spike/Xander/Drusilla |
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The Knight Slays The Trolls
by
Kitty Alex
Part One
“I want the kitten,” Dru said to Spike.
Spike looked at the sleeping boy in the backyard. He honestly didn’t think Dru was talking about a boy when she began going on about wanting a kitten. The boy mumbled in his sleep. Spike thought it was odd for a boy to be sleeping outside especially on Christmas. If Spike had to guess, the boy couldn’t be more than five years old at best, but there he lay, like he wasn’t living on the Hellmouth.
“Dunno, poodle. Kittens are a lot of responsibility. You have to feed it and play with it, then not to mention clean its litter box. This thing doesn’t even look like its house broken.”
Spike watched as Dru wove her hands into her hair and stomped her feet.
“This is wrong. All wrong. You’re supposed to let me have it. You’re supposed to give me my kitten. Spike, why won’t you let me have my kitten? The stars sing for it to be mine.”
Spike stroked her hair, “Alright, princess, alright. If the stars say it is to be so, then it is to be so.”
She smiled at him and pulled her hands out of her hair. It was moments like these where she was almost sane that made him happiest. He knelt down in the grass, not caring if he got stains on his only pair of pants. He nudged the boy. The boy grumbled and rubbed his eyes.
“Can’t I clean up the bottles later, mom?”
“Ain’t your mum, pet. What’s that about bottles?”
“Oh, I hafta clean them up after everyone’s done drinking them, only after I finish can I open presents.”
“Why are you sleeping out here then? Shouldn’t you be snuggled up in your wee little bed?”
“My cousins have my room. Besides, with all the yelling I can’t sleep.”
Spike listened, the house was quiet. Probably everyone had drunk themselves into a coma.
“It’s quiet now, pet. Hey, what’s your name? I can’t just keep calling you ‘pet’ now, can I?”
“Alexander, but Willow and Jesse call me Xander.”
“Good solid name. My name’s William, but everyone calls me Spike. This lovely lady is my dark princess, Drusilla.”
Xander looked past Spike and up at Drusilla. He blushed sheepishly and played with his hair.
“She’s a princess? She’s a very beautiful princess. I like her hair. It looks soft.”
“Thank you, Kitten,” Dru said grinning. “We’ll have such lovely fun when we go home.”
“When we get home?” Xander asked Spike.
“Spike is a dark knight,” Drusilla explained putting her hands on Spike’s shoulders. “He has come to save the dear one. He always saves his dear ones.”
“Yeah, pet,” Spike said. “I’ve come to take you home so you can be treated just how you deserve.”
“Are you going to kill them?”
Spike looked a bit taken aback, “What?”
“Well,” Xander said playing with his sleeping bag. “In the stories, when the knight comes, he slays what is keeping the people prisoner. Are you going to slay them?”
“Do you want me to, Xan?”
“Willow says it’s wrong.”
“Willow isn’t exactly here, is she, pet?” Xander slowly nodded in agreement. “Now tell me what you want me to do.”
“The knight slays the ogres and the trolls in the stories.”
“Then I’ll do just that.” Spike got up and held out a hand for Xander. “You have to invite me in, Xan.”
“The trolls had too much ale,” Drusilla whispered. “They won’t wake from their slumber. Not even when the last one dies.”
“See, good news. We’re victorious in battle, pet.”
Xander smiled and put his small hand into Spike’s. Spike lifted him up and held him in his arms.
“I have to invite you in?” Xander asked looking from Spike to Drusilla.
“Yeah, just say ‘Spike and Dru, you can come in’ and the barrier keeping us out is gone. It’s like a magic spell, see? Keeps the knight out of the troll’s lair.”
Xander nodded his head in understanding, “Spike ‘n’ Dru, you can come in.”
Spike made his way towards the backdoor, “Time to do a bit of slaying, pet.”
Xander snapped the book closed and grumbled to himself. Spike growled as Drusilla twirled, ignoring her childe and kitten.
“Problem, pet?” Spike shifted to game face.
Xander rolled his eyes. It had been twelve years since Spike had rescued him from his parents in SunnyHell and a short trip to Prague has them back. Drusilla had been tortured extensively and it had taken both Xander and Spike every effort to get her back from her captives. Now they were scrambling to look for a cure before she was dust in her bed. The cure was located somewhere in Sunnydale, that’s what all the demons said; the trick was finding this said cure. Spike’s sources had said that this book was the key. Too bad it wasn’t written in any known language.
“I can’t read it,” Xander said simply.
“Why in the bloody Hell did we turn all those tutors for you then? Was it for our health? I refuse to believe that not one of them taught you Latin.”
“I can read Latin just fine. This isn’t Latin. I don’t know what this is. It looks like Latin, but when you try to read it, it’s all gibberish.”
“Maybe the gibberish is code or something, this is our last hope.”
“The writing is code. You can’t read it without the key,” Drusilla said.
She slumped into a chair, weary from her twirling.
“Mummy?” Xander asked his voice suddenly becoming very small and child like.
Spike smiled even though he knew it wasn’t the time to smile. Xander’s voice had taken him back to when Xander was little and when he’d sit at Drusilla’s feet playing with her dolls, Xander’s particular favourite was Miss Edith. While he was playing, Dru would comb his hair and whisper about the stars to him. First it had angered him that they spent so much time together, but when he really looked, he could tell both belonged to him.
“Here,” Spike said pulling out a pack of tarot cards from his pocket.
Xander took the cards and shuffled them, then pulled the first card off the top of the deck. It showed a mausoleum. Xander showed the card to Dru.
“Is this where it’s hidden?” Dru nodded. “Then let’s go get it. The sooner we get it the sooner-” Xander’s stomach grumbled and he blushed. “I guess I forgot to eat I was so caught up in translating the book.”
“No worries, pet. We’ll let the minions take care of the key.” He kissed the top of Dru’s head then Xander’s. “Mummy will be right as rain sooner than you know. Can’t go starving yourself, that won’t make Dru better.”
Xander spared a glance at the weak Dru, “She needs to be fed.”
“Come here, Kitten,” she said to him.
She held open her arms and Xander moved from his chair into her lap. He rested his head on her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him. Spike watched as her face shifted and her fangs sank into Xander’s neck. When she first started feeding from him, he couldn’t have been more than eleven. He whimpered in pain at first, but now he was used to her slicing into him. Xander even looked like he enjoyed it now. Enjoyed the closeness and being in her embrace. It had been decided that Dru would turn him, but only when the stars told her it was his time. Spike had always been more of a brother to Xander anyway, a brother that fucked Xander nightly, but still a brother. Some nights they would go out for a drink and a game of pool while other times they’d go out and play with Spike’s food. Xander had excellent taste when picking out games. He had a great ability to read people and always knew which ones would try to fight back and which ones would run.
Dru withdrew her fangs and spoke softly to Xander, “Be wary of red-haired witches, Kitten. They aim to lead you astray. Packages with pretty bows should not be opened.”
Xander thought deeply and nodded, “Alright. I will.”
He kissed her on her cheek and slid off her lap. Spike made sure a minion would look after Dru while they were away, then they were off into the night. Even though they both had the urge to run and see who could beat the other to the local club, the Bronze, they walked at a gingerly pace discussing what Dru’s vision could have meant.
“Didn’t you have a redheaded friend?” Spike asked him.
“Oak or um, Elm? Ash? I know it was a tree, oh, yeah. Willow. Her name was Willow. But I don’t think she was a witch. I would have known, right?”
“Never know, people change. Aint’ the same runt you were when we first picked you up. Filled out quite nicely, I think.”
Spike looked over Xander’s muscular body with his dark curly hair that matched Dru’s perfectly, his dark prince and princess. It always killed him when both brown and blue eyes stared at him. They were both his, his family and his love.
“But I was a cute runt; otherwise you wouldn’t have taken me in.”
Spike growled and pinned him against the wall. He ran his hands through Xander’s thick hair and claimed his mouth greedily. Xander moaned and wrapped his arms around Spike’s waist. Spike pulled away and Xander groaned loudly, wanting Spike’s lips back on his.
“If we keep this, neither of us will eat.”
Xander sighed, “You know my only weakness, food.”
Spike groped his arse, “I wouldn’t say your only weakness.”
“Do we have time for a quick one in the alley?”
“Possibly.”
Part Two
“Is this your little boy?” The woman asked Drusilla.
Drusilla was sitting at the outdoor café where Spike had left them while he looked for suitable place for them to stay while they were in Rome, Italy. Xander was sitting quietly on her lap with some paper and crayons that Spike had stolen for him.
“The kitten belongs to me, yes,” Drusilla answered.
“Well, I’m a therapist back in America and I couldn’t help but notice your little boy’s drawings. They seem very disturbed. If you like, I can have a talk with him.”
Drusilla looked over Xander’s drawings, “No, he’s just drawing what the stars tell him.”
Xander looked up at the lady and pointed to a stick figure that was bleeding from the eyes, “That’s you.” Xander’s finger moved to the other figure in the picture who seemed to be doing the eye gouging, “That’s Spike.”
“Who’s Spike?”
The woman felt a hand grip her shoulder. She looked behind her to see some punk that was probably Spike. Was that his child? He seemed about as old as the woman.
“Is there a problem?” He asked her.
“It’s just your child there. He seems very disturbed. He was drawing pictures of you gouging out people’s eyes. I’m a therapist-”
“That’s all wrong, pet.” Spike said to Xander. “Usually I go for the entrails first. Kids today, you try to teach them something useful, but art is about expression. If he thinks I should gouge out your eyes first, it’s his piece of work.” He clasped his hand over the woman’s mouth. “How about I show you the full extent of Xander’s artwork?”
Spike dragged the woman into an alley near the café and Xander went back to drawing. He pulled out another piece of paper and began drawing something new. He held out his thumb like Spike had shown him, trying to judge what his next picture should be about.
“What do the stars tell you, dear one?” Drusilla whispered to him.
He stuck out his tongue slightly, “They say draw a flower next.”
Xander hummed to himself as he used the fake i.d. that Spike got him to order drinks from the bartender. His ass was especially sore and that made him particularly happy. The comics had always warned him about how vampires were evil and would kill you on sight, so it made him feel special that his family didn’t. He was loved by both Mummy and Spike, which seemed to uplift his mood even more.
“Xander! Xander, is that you?”
Xander took a sip of his beer and turned around to see a redhead pushing through the crowd towards him. Was that Willow? If it was then he shouldn’t be talking to her. Spike said she was a witch and Dru said to be careful of witches. He continued to ignore her, trying to make his way towards Spike, but she wouldn’t be stopped. She reached him in a matter of minutes.
“I knew it was you. I knew you weren’t dead. The police assumed you were and your body was just dumped somewhere else because all your other family was found dead. I knew, I just knew you made it out alive. What happened? Were you kidnapped? Did you finally make it out of their evil clutches?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Xander asked, though he was a bit amused that he was presumed dead. “I’m not who you think I am. Listen, I’m sorry your little friend is dead, but I’m not him and no matter what, he’s not coming back, so stop pestering strangers.”
“But, I’d never ever forget you. I know it’s you. You’re the one who gave me the yellow crayon when I broke mine. We dated until you stole my Barbie and beheaded it. I would know if it’s you or not.”
“Look, I-”
“Please, Xander. Come over and meet Buffy. Jesse is there too. He’d be so happy to see you. He really took your disappearance the worst. You can even meet Buffy’s boyfriend, Angel. He’s cool, you’d like him. I know you would.”
Xander held back a growl. Angel was a bastard. He had heard the stories from Spike about how he had gotten his soul and abandoned his childer. Spike had to take care of Mummy all on his own because of that bastard.
“No thanks. Just leave me alone. I have to get this beer to my brother.”
“You- you have a brother?”
“Yeah, and a mom. We’re just visiting for the time being.”
“Xander, don’t you see? Those must be your kidnappers!”
Xander felt an arm wrap around his shoulder and he instantly relaxed.
“Is there a problem, pet?”
Willow’s eye went wide when she saw Spike with Xander.
“You’re-You’re- Xander, that’s a- Xander come over here now. That guy is evil, I mean completely evil. I mean unspeakably evil. Just come with me and I’ll get Buffy.”
“Buffy,” Xander repeated tilting his head to the side. “I think she’s the Slayer.”
“That’s what that blonde bint’s name was? Didn’t seem like the all powerful Chosen One. She had to have her mum come and save her.”
“Pathetic. I bet you even I could take her.”
“Please! You take on a Slayer? You’d get yourself killed.”
Xander grabbed the arm of the retreating Willow. He pushed her into Spike.
“Then a wager, I guess.” He inspected Willow. “She isn’t really pretty or has any bows, so this one is safe to eat. Here you go.”
Spike clapped his hand over Willow’s mouth and began dragging her outside.
“A wager? What kind?”
“Well, if I win and kill the Slayer first, you have to wear my old cock cage for a week.”
“And if I win?”
“You get to choose your prize.”
“You’re on, pet.” Spike looked down at the struggling girl in his arms. “Know she’s a friend of yours. Want me to turn her?”
“Just kill her so we can go. I’m fed and once you’re fed we can go back to Dru.”
“As you wish,” Spike said with a smile.
He sank his teeth into Willow’s neck and drained her as Xander watched. He yawned, the thrill of watching Spike kill someone had worn off when he was at least nine. Now it just left with a satisfied feeling, knowing that his family had been fed. Spike dropped Willow’s body and began to walk away.
“Hey, you can’t just leave the body there!”
Spike gave him an odd look, “Developing a heart now, are we?”
“Please. There’s only room in my heart for two and she isn’t one of them.” Xander prodded the body with the toe of his boot. “I say we leave the body somewhere fun for them to find. Like an Easter egg hunt.”
“Didn’t know you were still into those childish games.”
“You know as much as anyone that I never really grew up. Just pick up the body; I have the prefect place to leave it.”
Spike picked up Willow’s body and followed him. After walking for a bit, Spike realized where they were going. They were going to Xander’s old house. They stood in front of it and it had changed a lot. The roof was in great need of repair, the lawn was over grown, everything about it screamed neglect.
“Do you think anyone lives in there?” Xander asked walking up the steps.
Spike followed and set the body against the front door. He looked in through the dusty windows to see that it was in the exact condition he had left it in twelve years ago. He could even make out the blood stains on the wall when he ripped out Mr. Harris’ heart.
“Must think it’s cursed or something. If I was living on the Hellmouth and a family just mysteriously dies over night after being ripped apart and some drained of their blood, well, I’d think it was a bloody party, but you humans might think it was a curse.”
“I don’t even remember them. I just remember what you’ve told me about them.”
“It’s better you didn’t, pet. Compare our Christmases to the ones I’ve told you about when I found you.”
Xander thought, “Well, it’s been awhile. Our Christmases there’s always brightly light tree in the warehouse and the minions, they always get me lots of presents, but I like your presents the best. You always know what I want. Then my old Christmases-”
“You were practically a slave. They had you sleeping outside and cleaning up after their messes. Didn’t even find your presents when we ransacked the house.”
“I don’t remember, but this house it’s just burned there. Like something completely evil. Not saying you’re not evil, but you’re family this is-”
“Uncomfortable evil, human evil. Human evil is always worse than demon evil.”
“Yeah, let’s just arrange her and go.”
Spike arranged Willow like she was getting herself off before she died. Xander held out his thumb and stuck out his tongue trying to evaluate Spike’s art.
“So?” Spike asked.
“I like it. It’s very you.”
“Let’s get back now. Dru would have had you in chains by now.”
“Well, she can just have an extra long play time with her kitten to make it up to her.”
“While I watch?”
Xander grinned, “What else would you be doing?”
Part Three
It was their first Christmas together and Spike had brought them to New York to see the big tree, he had also been determined to teach Xander how to skate. The tiny six year-old glided along while staring at the tree. He was bundled in the best Spike could steal, which was pretty good all things considering, all of which had been an early Christmas present so Xander could play in the snow. He had never seen snow before; in California it was always so hot and never snowed at all.
“Do you like the snow, pet? Dru is waiting for us by the tree. She wants to eat before we go Christmas shopping. Want to stay here a bit longer or go by Dru?”
“Just a bit longer,” Xander’s tiny voice answered.
“Alright, but just a bit,” Spike warned. “If you stay any longer, I might get hungry and eat you instead.”
“Why aren’t I like you?” Xander looked at him expectantly as if he was asking Spike if he was adopted, which he was, but this was slightly different. “Why do I eat french fries while you eat humans? Why aren’t I a vampire?”
Spike knelt down on the cold ice so he could look into Xander’s eyes, which was a mistake because Xander’s eyes were full of hurt and confusion.
“You want to be like me?” Xander nodded. “Why?”
“Be-Because we’re family and families, they’re the same. Bu-But, I’m different from you.”
“Won’t be different for long, I promise. When you’re of age, we’ll make you just like us. Then we’ll be a proper family, until then, remember we love you even if you don’t have a demon.”
Xander smiled, “I’ll have a better demon than yours. I’ll kill tons more Slayers and people than you ever did. I’ll be the first vampire to kill a Slayer before their turning. You’ll see.”
“Yeah, keep dreaming little one.”
“This is it!” Xander explained taking the cross from the pillow Spike had presented him. “This is the key. This will help me translate the book!”
Xander flicked open the book and began translating it immediately. He was muttering to himself and then he began snapping his fingers. Spike knew what he meant and ordered a minion to find him paper and a pen. The minion collected them and put them on the table next to Xander. Xander wrote what he read on the page, adjusting the cross and translating as he went. Spike smiled with pride, that was his boy.
“It lists a ritual,” Xander said. “We go to an abandoned church, we say a few words, burn a few incenses, and then pin her sire and her together until he’s dust. After that she should be completely healed.”
“So we need Angel.”
“Who is looking for you, I bet, because-”
“He’s dating the Slayer and we killed the Slayer’s friend last night.”
“Give the vamp a prize. I bet he went to Willy’s to get information, because well, he’s not a real vampire. He doesn’t use any of his vampire senses at all.”
“It’s unnatural. I mean, all with the soul having.”
“Yeah, I know. But I doubt the soul will affect the spell.”
“What if instead of dusting, he just loses it?”
“The kitten will die if Daddy loses his soul,” Drusilla said sadly. “He is not as attached to him as we are.”
Drusilla walked out of the bedroom, a sheet wrapped around her that she had fashioned into a dress, seeing as neither of her boys had been there to help her get dressed.
“But we agreed you’d turn me,” Xander said his voice gaining its child-like edge.
“The forever death,” Spike said. “The one you don’t wake up from.”
Xander’s eyes widened, “Mummy, you’d let me die?”
She ran her hand through his hair and hummed to him.
“Never, kitten. Your face is like a poem, it must never be erased. I would never let anyone erase your poem, not even Daddy. You are to be turned to be a part of our family. That is what the stars tell me.”
“When you’re better though,” Spike interrupted. “You don’t have the strength to properly make a childe, not yet at least. Xander found the cure. He worked so hard just for you, poodle.”
Drusilla smiled and continued to run her hands through Xander’s hair. He leaned into her touch, comforted that he was in no danger of being dead forever.
“He was raised to be such a good kitten. The stars sing his praises; they all wish to see him when he becomes a demon.”
“Will my demon be better than Spike’s?” Xander asked curiously.
“Like I’ve been telling you for the past twelve years, in your dreams,” Spike said, but he couldn’t keep the grin off his face.
Part of him really hoped that Xander’s demon would be as strong as his. He would have liked Xander and him to be equals. He could hunt with Xander just like he did with Angelus before he took Drusilla away. But this time, he wouldn’t mind sharing Drusilla. Xander was their little boy. Spike remembered the first time Xander crawled into bed with them. Spike would have kicked him out and sent him to his own bed, but Xander curled around Spike while Dru curled around him on the other side. He had never been able to resist family.
“We’ll just see about that when I’m turned.” Xander flipped through the book as Drusilla continued to run her hand through his hair. “I’m going to translate the rest of this. I know you hate Willy, but leave him alive. He needs to lead the slayer to the church. Remember to remind the rat that we want her there after the ritual is complete.”
“I won’t forget. I ain’t stupid, pet.”
“Just forgetful. When you get what you want, you usually forget about everything else. Remember that one time you left me chained up in the bedroom for twelve hours?”
“I said I was sorry. Dru, tell him I’m sorry for that.”
“He’s not sorry for that,” Dru said taking a seat beside Xander.
“See,” Xander said. “You’re not sorry. Even Dru thinks it.”
“Traitors, the lot of you.”
Xander chuckled, “But we’re family, that means you have to love us.”
Spike ruffled Xander’s hair, “It doesn’t mean anything. And remember, no playing until I get back.”
They both looked up at Spike innocently. Spike bit his lip and could have sworn he felt his undead heart beat. His dark prince and princess were beautiful. They looked away and back at Xander’s book. Spike silently said a prayer that both his loves had short attention spans or he would have never made it out of the warehouse.
Part Four
Spike came back to the warehouse exhausted. He didn’t like China. He was pretty sure the memory of killing his first slayer blocked out how horrible China actually was. Why did they all have to speak bloody Chinese?
"You’d think they’d all be speaking the Queen’s English by now," Spike muttered to himself.
“Knee how, Spike!” Came Xander’s voice from somewhere in the warehouse.
Spike looked around to see Xander sitting with his tutor. The newly turned tutor looked frustrated and currently had his hands over his face. Xander was sitting there trying to learn; maybe Spike should find a tutor with more patience. He made a mental note to find a new one next time he went out.
“What are you learning, pet?”
“How to speak Chinese. It’s really hard though.”
“You’ll get it. You learned how to speak Latin, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess. Why can’t I just go out killing with you and Mummy?”
“It ain’t killing, most of the times, it’s feeding. You don’t drink blood. You drink those fizzy drinks.”
“Well, when will I be able to drink blood?”
“When you’re older.”
“But what if I’m thirty and you still haven’t turned me?”
“This isn’t the Middle Ages. You’ll live well past thirty even if we don’t decide to turn you just yet.”
“I’ll just ask Mummy.”
“And she’ll tell you the exact same thing except with stars and moons. Now, I think that’s enough studying.”Spike said closing Xander’s book. “Should get you ready for bed.”
“When will I get to do what you and Mummy do in bed?”
“When you hit puberty.”
“What’s puberty?”
Spike searched for words, “Puberty is when you- It’s when you- You get all these pimples, right? They’re these dots that grow all over your face. Then your voice changes.”
“My voice changes?” Xander asked feeling his throat. “But I like my voice.”
“It gets deeper, more manly. Then, your cock it- well, it- I’ll save that for when we get there. Then you start wanting it.”
“Wanting it?”
“What me and Dru do in bed. You know, sex.”
“But I already want sex.”
“Oh- OH!” Spike ran his hands through his hair. “I’m a Victorian; I shouldn’t have to have this conversation. What did my dad say to me? Sexual urges are bad… no, I don’t want to say that.”
“Maybe we can skip over the sex part. I mean, I learn enough as it is.”
“Right, skip the sex. You know what I mean. You get hair. Hair everywhere you wouldn’t expect it that’s where it grows.”
“Everywhere?”
“Everywhere.”
Xander shifted uncomfortably, “Can’t I skip the puberty stuff? If you turned me now, I wouldn’t have to go through it at all.”
“The stars say it’s not your time, kitten.”
Drusilla entered the warehouse and sauntered over to Xander, running her hands through his hair while looking at Spike. Spike grinned, he was saved.
Spike sat in a chair next to the bed like a nervous parent, possibly even an expectant father. After the ritual, the stars told Drusilla that it was time for Xander to become a vampire. Drusilla stood at the other side of the room, waiting too. She was waiting with minion who was holding a shovel, though.
“For the last time, we’re not burying him and I will stake that minion if he doesn’t get out of here.”
The minion ran out of the room and Drusilla moved to stand behind Spike. It had already been two days since the ritual. It had been a complete success, well besides Willy double crossing them and bringing the slayer or should he say slayers early. Xander had been ready for them. He fought beautifully and even managed to kill the blonde one. Spike killed the brunette, but Xander killed his first so they counted it as his win. The Watcher and the remaining Slayerettes were easy to dispatch once the two main slayers were out of the way. Angel was dust as well. The ritual had been a success and the first words out of her mouth when Spike undid her chains were “It’s time.” After that, they rushed home so Dru could drain Xander.
“Mummy?” Xander said weakly as he opened his eyes. “I feel hungry.”
He looked up to see both Spike and Mummy smiling at him. He smiled back. He could feel it. They were a proper family now. He had a demon in him.
“We’ll take you out to hunt as soon as we make sure you’re all there.”
“I’m all here?” Xander asked running a hand over his chest. “Did the slayer take something while I was fighting her? I did win right? We’re not in Hell are we?”
“He’s all there,” Spike confirmed pressing his mouth into Xander’s.
Spike pulled back and looked over the grinning Xander. Spike undressed and climbed into bed.
“Maybe the hunting can wait,” Xander suggested. “My first time having sex as a vampire, I think that’s more important.”
Drusilla slipped out of her dress and climbed into bed as well. Spike laid a hand on Xander’s chest, Drusilla ran her hand up down Xander’s chest and up Spike’s arm. She teased Xander’s ear with her tongue while Spike bit down on his adam’s apple.
“The stars are singing,” Drusilla breathed into his ear. “They say we are prefect together. That all three of us make the prefect family.”
Xander moaned, “I’m happy you found me. I’m happy we’re finally a proper family.”
Spike let out a husky chuckle, “Me too, pet. Me too.”
And they all lived vampirey ever after.
The End
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