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Sorry for the wait, been busy with a lot of other stuff. So here's the next part.
Once Buffy had gone out to patrol and Willow was off with Oz, Xander approached the watcher, "Giles, can I talk to you?" He asked softly.
"Of course Xander, what do you need to speak with me about?" He sat down across from him.
He was silent for a moment, "Wanted to discuss what happened while I was away."
"I've been meaning to ask you about that." He paused, "Could you answer something for me? How is it that you are able to be away from them without any ill affects, after all I can see the claiming scar on your throat?"
He smiled, "That's part of what I wanted to talk about. I went through some changes while in their care." He got to his feet, "They made me eat right…"
Giles cut him off, "My God, they were getting you ready to turn." He got to his feet.
A smirk spread across his face and he gave a feral smile, "Yes, they were." In a flash of movement he stood before the watcher, "They did." He let his face shift, growling softly. Giles stepped back, his face the picture of disbelief, "I have to say, I was surprised you didn't figure it out sooner. They didn't even want to turn me when they did, someone slit my throat and they saved me." He advanced upon the older man, "I'm really sorry G-man but I have to kill you now." He lunged, grabbing him by the shirt and tossing him into a bookcase.
A low growl escaped his lips when he smelled another vampire, sensed it enter the room, "I was sent by Master Angelus." It was Alejandro.
Xander smirked, "Fall guy, huh?" He grabbed Giles and pulled him up, "Out of old respect for you I'll give you a quick death." He hissed softly in his ear, "Would you rather have your neck broken or be drained dry?"
"Xander, don't do this. We can help you." He rasped out.
"Help me? You know, I used to wish you would come save me but now I'm happy to be me. So, how do you want to die?" When Giles refused to answer he sighed, "Thanks for being there for me." With a quick movement he snapped his neck, letting his body drop to the ground, "Start messing things up." He ordered, slitting his skin to leave drops of blood, "Have to make it look like a struggle." He tossed a table over, leaving a smear of blood, "Good, time for me to go. If they don't dust you first you are to say I was kidnapped." He punched him hard, knocking him out, "I'm sure you'll be dust before the night is done." He licked the blood from his arm, "Have fun." He laughed, running out, heading home to Angelus and Spike.
Spike was waiting outside for him, "Hey pet, welcome home." He said, finding himself with an armful of childe.
"It's good to be back." He rubbed his ridged face against his shoulder.
"Let's get inside, can't give you a proper welcome home out in the open." He pulled him inside, tugging him to his room.
Lips met, teeth and tongue battling against each other, clashing in an age old dance of pleasure and dominance. The elder vampire slammed him up against a wall, pinning his wrists above his head, pressing down against his body, rolling their hips together. Xander moaned lowly, thrusting up against him, letting out sweet cries of pleasure and desire.
"Too many clothes." Spike growled, tearing into the fabric with abandon, not caring about the state of the clothing when he was done. Xander growled in reply, tugging at the blonde vampire's offending garments. He chuckled, stripping slowly, keeping his hands pinned above his head, "Be patient."
"You weren't!" Came the exclaimed reply, wiggling against him.
He smirked, "I'm allowed, you're not." He bit at his throat, growling softly, snapping their hips together, pulling off his own clothes, smirking against his skin, "Mine." Xander arched his neck in response, practically begging for him to sink his teeth in.
Spike took the invitation, dragging his fangs over his flesh, purring lowly into his skin before sinking them in, digging deep. Xander's fingers clenched hard, gripping into his shirt, arching back against him, pressing their bodies flush against each other as he bit harder into his claiming scar, drinking him down. Their lengths twitched together in shared pleasure as sire drank from childe. With a growl he pulled back, running his tongue over the rapidly healing wounds. With quick, easy movements he adjusted him, thrusting inside without preparation, knowing Xander could take it. He keened lowly, arching against the wall, his arms still pinned above his head. Their bodies moved in tandem as Xander was brutally taken by his sire. Xander's legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust back against him, crying out in bliss as he clung to him tightly, his body jerking against him, trying to get more. Spike growled lowly in his ear, thrusting in against his spot, he knew neither of them would last long but he didn't care. Xander keened lowly, arching back and coming hard as his sire snapped in hard, filling him up. They shuddered against each other, leaning against the wall for support.
"Thank you." Xander nuzzled him, panting softly.
Spike panted, smiling, "My pleasure pet. Let's get cleaned up then Angelus wants to see us."
A soft whine escaped his lips, "Don't want to."
"That's just too bad." Easily he picked him up so he wouldn't be dislodged from inside him. With sure steps he moved to the bathroom, Xander's legs wrapped around his waist, "Going to have to pull out." He tugged his ear lightly as he turned the water on.
A low groan escaped Xander's lips as he was deposited under the spray of hot water and his sire's length left his body. Carefully he began to wash himself, stretching as Spike's hands rested on his hips, washing his back. They bathed in silence with nothing but the feel of closeness and the sound of water hitting the tub as company. Once both vampires were clean they dried off, dressing in clothes Spike had laid out just for the occasion, knowing what would happen when Xander returned. Angelus was waiting outside for them, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against a wall.
"Enjoy yourselves?" He questioned.
Spike smirked, "Bloody well right we enjoyed ourselves. Now what'd you want to talk to us about?"
He pushed off from the wall, "Wanted you to check in is all, make sure everything is going according to plan and to find out if our boy here really killed the watcher."
"Of course I did." Xander scowled, "He's very dead, broke his neck and left him in the library, Alejandro even showed up and I knocked him out to take the rap."
"Good." He paused, "Now, first things first, sorry childe but you're going to have to look like a prisoner so Spike, get his collar and lock him up. We can't know for sure when Buffy will show up so in the mean time we have to put up appearances." Immediately Xander began to pout, "And don't look at me like that, it will do you no good."
Spike nodded, "For your own good love."
He sighed and nodded, accepting his fate, "Alright, alright."
"Go to Spike's room and relax."
Without a word he turned on his heels and walked to Spike's room before flopping on the bed, grabbing his collar from the bedside table and buckling it around his throat, "So mean." He pouted, closing his eyes.