A/N: Yay! Another chapter! And the end of Season 2 in Buffyland. Warning! There is questionable content in this chapter involving a minor. I don't find it offensive but hey… apparently some folks have to be spoon-fed things… Hope you like it!

The conversation between Spike/Angelus/Dru, as well as the one between Xander/Giles are directly from Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 2, episode 'Becoming Pt. 2'.

Chapter 10

Spike made it back to the mansion just in time to keep Angelus from using a chainsaw on the tightlipped Watcher. Looking at all the damage Spike was truly impressed. Angelus was no novice to torture and the fact that a mere human had withstood his favorite form of persuasion… bloody amazing really.

"You cut him up, you'll never get your answers," Spike points out.

Angelus was suspicious, "Exactly when did you become so level-headed?"

"Right about the time you became so pig-headed. You have your way with him; you'll never get to destroy the world. And I don't fancy spending the next month trying to get librarian out of the carpet. There are other ways."

"Enlighten me."

Spike called out, "Drusilla… sweetheart…"

The female vampire wandered in, a dreamy expression on her face.

"Do you want to play a game?"

Drusilla extracted the information Angelus wanted with her usual 'enthralling' abilities, using the Watcher's own memories of the late Jenny Calendar against him. Angelus was practically giddy.

"The blood," he says. "Of course. The blood on my hands must be my own. I am the key that will open the door. My blood. My life." A moment later however the demon was back, "Okay, kill him."

"What if he's lying," Spike asked.

"Yeah, good point. All right, don't kill him. You know, I like having you watching my back, kind of like old times…" The bigger vampire clapped Spike on the shoulder and together they turned to Dru… to find her still kissing the enthralled Watcher.

"Uh, Drusilla," Spike calls.

"Honey," Angelus says, a bit more firmly.

She doesn't stop.

"We are finished here, ducks…"

She pulled away finally, looking slightly chastened, "Sorry… I was in the moment."

Spike saw Giles come out of the thrall and realize what'd happened but before he can make a sound Drusilla commanded him to sleep.

Angelus clapped Spike's shoulder again, a joyful whoop leaving him as the bigger vamp left the room.

Drusilla sighed blissfully and ran a gentle hand down the Watcher's cheek. "I'll have to show him my pretty new kitten… make the boys all soft and sweet…"

"What kitten?"

She frowned at him, still petting the Watcher.

"What kitten," Spike asked, raising his voice.

She snarled at him, fangs and gold eyes jumping to the fore before they melted back into a gleeful expression.

"Well you've got your boys and I'll have my girls. Your kitten and your pigeon will bow to my panther and my hawk."

"Who?"

"She locked Daddy in a cage, wanted him to burn."

"Kendra? You turned a bloody Slayer? Are you mad? Of course you're mad – bloody hell! Do you have any idea what you've done?"

She grinned, a mischievous, joyful expression that had never failed to stir Spike's blood – until tonight.

"I've set the stars to spinning, round and round they go. They whisper so many secrets I can't hear them all… now I won't be alone." She was frowning again, at him.

"Ah Dru, I'm not leaving you baby."

She didn't acknowledge him, just stood and licked the unconscious Watcher's blood off her hands as she left the room.

Spike shook off his shock and wheeled himself quickly back to his room. He was more relieved then he'd like to admit to find the boys where he'd left them.

"Right. We don't have much time and plans have changed. Be quiet and listen up."

They nodded.

"The Kylar Leader says you two can't leave but I've got to get Dru out of town or the Slayer will kill her. You're going to go straight to their nest – you know the way, right Harry?"

Another nod.

"Good, now from what the demon said it's going to be a while before I can come back for you – I don't know why and I don't like it."

Spike grabbed Harry's shirt and pulled the boy into the chair with him, warm back to cold chest. "Xander's in charge Harry, you do what he says and you will stay with him at all times. Another vamp won't hesitate to try to steal you from me – either by killing you or by replacing my mark and that's more likely to kill you than not."

"Yes, Master."

Spike let his demon emerge and bit into his own wrist. Holding the bloody wound to the boy's mouth he bit into Harry's small neck, taking a single large swallow.

The boy continued to lap delicately at the wound and Spike motioned Xander to kneel between their legs.

"You're to keep him safe Xan and keep his powers secret. The Kylar are going to teach you both but people might come for him when they realize how strong he is. Understand?"

"I guess."

Spike growled.

"I-I'll keep him safe. I'll keep him safe."

"Good." He motioned to the wound on Harry's neck, "Now drink."

"B-but-"

Spike snarled and both boys flinched. He grabbed Xander's hair with his free hand and jerked the boy into him and Harry. "You'll do as you're told boy! This will bind Harry and you together. Your demon will be able to feel him – to track him if you need to. It will also help hide the fact that his Master is out of the country. Sharing a Pet is an honor – one you haven't earned but I'm giving anyway because I trust you to do what's best for him. So you will bloody well shut up and drink a mouthful right now!"

Xander did as he was told and nearly dirtied his pants with his body's reaction to Harry's blood. God! It was no wonder Spike didn't want to let him go.

He was still basking when he felt pain at his neck and wrist. The pain was quickly replaced by that warm excitement he got whenever Cordy used to yank him into the janitor's closet – only better; much, much better.

A lazy blink showed him Harry sucking at his now bleeding wrist, Harry holding it with both of his own hands. Another blink revealed a pale white ear. Without thought his tongue flicked out, dampening the delicate skin before him. Xander heard a sound, a moan he supposed and felt the muscles of Spike's jaws moving against his own jaw. He tugged the earlobe with his teeth, the languid warmth from Harry's blood and Master's bite was giving him the strangest urges and the sparks from Harry's mouth on his wrist were also creating unusual… sensations.

Spike pulled back from his neck, eyes hooded and mouth slightly open. A drop of blood clung to his lip and Xander couldn't stop himself from licking it off… kissing it off… and then Spike's tongue was in his mouth and he could taste himself and Harry… and then he bit Spike's lip and Spike moaned and there was more blood and it was Sire's blood and the kissing and… and… and…

… and he needed to change his pants.

Spike pulled away from his childe and allowed Harry to slide from his lap to Xander's arms.

His boys were both blissed out and absolutely beautiful. Xander was panting, on his knees, eyes closed with Harry's head against his chest and his first – truly his first, Spike could smell the purity of it – orgasm dampening the front of his sweat pants.

Harry was pink checked and only semiconscious from the rush of so much vampiric blood. He probably shouldn't have let the boy drink so much but he'd needed to bind the three of them together as close as possible in what little time they had.

Gently he took Xander's human face in his hands, pleased by the rim of gold still present around the teen's eyes.

"Xan – I need you to listen to me."

The teen blinked, eyes slowly focusing.

Spike ran a hand through the brunette's hair, an indulgent smile on his face, "You and Harry will need to exchange blood like this at least once a month, just a few swallows each, yeah?"

The gold faded from Xander's eyes and with a nod he pulled Harry closer to him.

"I'll keep him safe, Sire. I swear it."

"Good lad, I never doubted you would. Now we're got to get moving. Here is a pre-paid cell phone – I've got the mate and the numbers are programmed in already. Not sure how reliable they'll be but keep it on ya and keep it charged. Got it?" He didn't wait for an answer, "Now you two go to the room at the end of the hall – Watcher's in there and he's in pretty rough shape. Drop him out front and use your phone to call an ambulance for him. It's dawn now so you'll have to use the sewers to get the nest. Can you find it from the sewers Harry?"

The boy considered it a moment and then slowly nodded.

Running a hand over each of their cheeks Spike spun the chair and wheeled himself out of the room, "Good! Now get!"

They found Giles right where Spike said they would. Harry watched the hall for any wandering minions while Xander went to untie the badly beaten man.

"Giles. Giles!"

"Xander?"

"Can you walk?"

"You're not real…"

"I am too real! Let's go!"

"It's a trick! They get inside my head; make me see what I want."

Xander untied the knots then looked directly into his eyes, "Then why would they make you see me?"

"Right. Let's go."

With the sun up Xander could only help support Giles to the side door of the mansion. Harry helped him halfway down the driveway before Giles finally collapsed, luckily in the grass as Spike sped down it and away in his battered Desoto not a minute later, windows painted black against the sun. Harry stood on the edge of the driveway and they watched the car disappear. He didn't know what his friend was thinking but Xander was scared.

Xander made himself move, pulling out the cell phone and calling an ambulance for Giles in the few moments it took Harry to jog back to the house.

The sewer entrance was just down the hall but it was past the main room, a wide archway into the room would make them visible to the combatants inside for a few seconds.

They were just going to have to risk it – hopefully nobody would notice them, or care if they did.

They were just making a run for it when a bright flash of light stopped them in their tracks.

Xander turned his head and saw the red swirling vortex, the portal to hell, opening… silhouetting the fighting Buffy and Angelus.

The teen couldn't make himself leave, couldn't look away except to glance down to make sure Harry was still with him. Harry seemed to be in the same boat as him, frozen, watching the end of the world.

Suddenly Angelus froze and dropped to the ground. The vampire looked shocked, then confused. Buffy went from angry to a shocked happiness.

There were words between the two but Xander couldn't hear them – the rumbling of the vortex filled his ears to the exclusion of all else.

The pair embraced, and then separated. Angelus closed his eyes… and then Buffy stabbed him with the sword.

"Only blood can stop it," Harry whispered and Xander was surprised he could hear the boy and that he'd figured out what was going on.

Angelus had opened the portal and only the vampire could close it.

Buffy was crying and Angelus looked shocked – shocked but not angry. He threw out his hand.

There were more words and Xander could feel the pull of the vortex starting to draw things to it.

Buffy grabbed the vampire's hand.

There was another flash of light.

The vortex was gone.

And so was Angelus… and Buffy.

"Oh, god," Xander whispered and was startled by his voice echoing back in the empty and now silent room. "Oh, god."