Chapter 6

He followed me home. Can I keep him? Spike smirked to himself as he thought those lines in his head. Of course, he would never say them aloud, but it never hurts to dream. Suddenly he felt a tug on his right sleeve and turned to see William holding on tight.

"Um, I didn't want to get lost and lose you." He explained.

Spike looked around and there was no one around for miles so there was hardly a chance that he would be lost in any crowd but he let him be anyway. It felt nice, having someone who would actually want to hold you in ways other than strangulation. They walked for a few more miles before the cemetery came into view and Spike couldn't wait to finally come home.

"Well, isn't this interesting." Spike turned suddenly at the sound of the very familiar voice.

Shit! Not now, he thought, as he gently shoved William to hide behind him, forcing him to let go. A figure slowly came out from the shadows and smirked at what he saw.

"Did you have another robot made like you did Buffy? Why, Spike; you can't have enough of me, you had to have one of your own?" Wesley shoved his hands in his pants and moved closer two steps, peering behind him at William. "Huh, you had me at the old version." He said, looking at the glasses and sensing his vulnerability.

Then he smelled the air and looked surprised. "Oh? He's alive then. This is interesting. You know, he'll make a lovely addition to our family; Angelus would simply be ecstatic." Then with mock curiosity he said "I wonder how it feels to sire oneself. I think it'll be fascinating."

"Just try it, Wesley. I can take you right now." Spike said with a snarl.

"Oh, don't be alarmed, Spike." Wesley said casually as he walked closer and stopped out of reach a few feet away, "I'll leave your little toy alone for now, although I'd like to know how you got a hold of him. No, now I'm just here to drop off a message."

"What makes you think we want to hear anything you have to say?"

"Oh, I don't know. Could be because it's a matter of life and death? Yours and your band of heroes, of course." He smiled.

"What did you do!" Spike shouted.

"Hold your horses there, Spike. What makes you think I did anything?" Spike raised his eyebrow and Wesley laughed. "I'm flattered, but unfortunately I didn't; at least not yet. I simply let nature run its course."

Wesley looked upwards and, completely ignoring his audience, began to recite, "He clasps the crag with crooked hands; close to the sun in lonely lands, ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; he watches from his mountain walls, and like a thunderbolt he falls."

Wesley closed his eyes and breathed the air before looking back at them again. "I do hope Lord Tennyson doesn't mind but that was inexplicably appropriate, although crag here means rooftops, and it's hardly a lonely land. But I couldn't resist." He said lightheartedly.

"But seriously" he said, although his expression did nothing to prove that point, "It'll come the fifth day from now; you better put off whatever you're planning to defeat us because these guys will do just as much harm. One word: Trei'dac – Giles will understand." With that Wesley turned to and began to walk away.

"This is some bloody trick." Spike said loudly.

"Suit yourself if you don't want to believe me." Wesley said over his shoulder.

"Why are you helping us? Enemy of my enemy, right? Shouldn't you be plotting our downfall with them?" Spike shouted.

Wesley stopped and then turned back to face him. "Yes, you are correct, but Angelus thought that it would be more amusing this way, and I have to say I couldn't agree more. Bye, now." He leaned to look at William who was still behind Spike "Let's meet again, soon. I'm sure we'll have lots of interesting things to share." Then he was gone into the dead of the night.

When Spike was sure that he wouldn't return, he turned to look at William. Seeing that he was fine, he took his hand and went off to the direction of his crypt.

"Let's go, we're almost there." He said, his earlier cheerful mood now gone.

"Shouldn't we tell Giles what he said?" William said as he struggled to keep up with his pace. Spike sensed this and slowed down. He reached the crypt and entered, going down through the sarcophagus and into his private quarters.

"We'll tell him tomorrow." He said as he brought him deeper. "Tonight, you sleep. You need it." Spike leaned William towards the bed and William obediently went under the thin covers and pulled it up to his chin. Spike began to walk to the couch when he heard William's small voice call out.

"Spike?"

"Yeah?"

"Please sleep with me."

"Um…"

"Please, I hate sleeping alone." William pleaded.

"Oh. Oh! Well, um… I'm not sure there's enough room." He said, looking at the small bed.

"Of course there is." William said as he immediately scooted over to one side and raised the covers as an invitation.

Spike was still skeptical about the space but eventually had to give in. "Yeah, sure." He said as he went over to the bed. He slipped under the covers and William had to lay half on top of him to fit them both on the bed. William's head rested on Spike's right shoulder, his right hand was slung across Spike's chest and his right leg straddled his thighs, pressing his crotch against it. Spike blushed at the arrangement.

"Maybe this isn't working." He blushed.

"No, it's fine." William said as he held onto Spike tighter. "It's nice."

Spike felt his arousal stirring and tried to concentrate on poker. He used to play it with demons and they used to bet with kittens. William reminded him of a kitten; all innocent and cute. And here he was, holding him for comfort, his human warmth enveloping Spike whole and his crotch pressed tightly against… this isn't working.

Spike looked over at William and found that he was still wearing his glasses. Gently, he took them off him and put them on the table near the bed.

"Spike?" William asked sleepily.

"Yeah?" Spike said while lightly moving a few stray strands of hair from William's face.

"Do I… remind you of him?" Spike stopped what he was doing suddenly but there was no answer from him. William tried again. "Is that – is that… why you saved me? Why you brought me back with you?"

Spike was quiet for some time that William decided to let it go but then he answered, "When I first saw you… yeah, you did remind me of him. But that's not why I saved you. I saved you because you needed saving." Spike kissed his head and shuffled his hair. "Now, no more questions. Go to sleep."

William snuggled closer and closed his eyes; aware that Spike never answered him if that was why he brought him back with him.

Author's note: If you didn't know, Wesley was reciting Lord Tennyson's poem.

Well, this is the last chapter before I start school for 2006. Updates will still be done but not as frequently as before. (I only just found out that I didn't accept anonymous reviews - silly me - so my brother couldn't review it. It's enabled now, though, so let nothing stop you! I'm a review junkie! Give me more!)