Buffy peeked up at Xander through her eyelashes. "Hi, Xander." She said slyly.

"Hey, Buff. What's going on?"

Buffy stepped closer until her body was almost touching him, "Xander. I want you. I have to have you. Now." Buffy pushed him against the lockers and had his pants around his ankles before he could blink. She smirked when she saw his silk boxers and ripped them off. She had her tiny hand around his cock before he could say a word.

Xander felt his knees start to give and threw his hands out to brace himself before he fell. Buffy's hand started stroking faster and faster. Xander groaned and his hips starting rocking in time to her movements.

He gasped when Buffy spun him around to face the lockers. She snuggled against his back and began jerking him off again, her other hand was clasped tightly to his hip as she slid her slick cock between his thighs. He felt a wave of heat race up his spine as the drooling head nudged against the back of his swelling balls.

Xander screamed, thrashing wildly. He pulled away from the cold body against his back and fell off the bed. His shocked eyes stared up at Spike's smirking face.

"Oi, pet. Things were just getting interesting, why'd you leave?

"You...you...you pervert! Keep your hands to yourself! I'm not like that!" Xander squeaked.

Spike looked down at Xander's lap then back at his face. "You might not be like that, pet, but he is." Spike said calmly, pointing at the erection brushing against Xander's belly.

Xander screamed and pulled the pillow off the bed and held it in his lap. "What happened to my clothes? I was wearing clothes when I went to sleep!"

Spike grabbed his cigarettes off the table next to the bed and lit one. Inhaling deeply, he let the smoke curl up from his lips as he spoke. "You looked bloody uncomfortable, pet. Dru says I have to take good care of you, I couldn't very well let you suffer now could I?"

"Where are my clothes?" Xander asked desperately.

Spike pointed over his shoulder. Xander raised up onto his knees, clutching the pillow in front of his groin. He saw his jeans laying on the chair on the other side of the bed. "Could you hand them to me please?"

"Sorry, Pet, busy."

Xander looked at Spike and gasped. He averted his eyes, but the vision of Spike slowly and casually stroking his cock was forever burned into his brain. Xander staggered to his feet, still clutching his pillow and side-stepped around the bed, trying not to look at Spike.

He finally made it to his jeans and jumped into them as fast as he could. Once his modesty had been restored he headed for the door and safety.

Spike's growling voice stopped him from escaping. "Don't go out there, Pet. The others aren't as nice as I am. You'd be drained before I could get to you."

Xander didn't care if they were all standing outside the door sharpening their fangs, he couldn't stay in here for another second. He whipped the door open and ran into the main room, panic totally overwhelming any common sense he possessed. Xander slammed into the back of a very large vampire and bounced off, landing on the floor. The vampire turned and smirked down at the boy, "Well, well, well...what do we have here? Did somebody call for takeout?" The vampire grabbed Xander by the hair and hauled him to his feet.

"Malcolm, you better put him down, that's Spike's new pet."

Malcolm sniffed Xander's neck and grinned, "He's not marked, so he's fair game."

Spike stalked into the room and snarled at Malcolm. "You can either put him down and die quickly, or..."

Malcolm spun Xander around until his back was against Malcolm's chest, letting his fangs rest a lightly against Xander's throat he said, "He doesn't carry your scent and I don't see any marks, Spike. That means he's lunch for anyone strong enough to take him."

Xander never saw Spike move, but suddenly found himself sitting on the floor staring at two vampires doing their best to tear each other to pieces. Xander scrambled back until his back was against the wall, never taking his eyes off the two combatants.

Spike and the other vampire growled, bit, clawed and kicked so fast they were almost a blur. Blood sprayed across the floor, but there was no way to tell which vampire the blood came from. It was that blood that brought a sudden end to the battle. Malcolm stepped in the puddle and slipped, flailing his arms trying to stay on his feet. Spike took advantage of that tiny mishap and shoved his hand through Malcolm's throat. He squeezed and pulled, Xander had a split second to see Malcolm's severed head bounce on the floor before it turned to dust along with his body.

Spike stood panting in the center of the room, large gashes covered his bare chest and back, the blood dripping down to the waist band of his black jeans. He shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment, when he opened them again, his face had shifted back to its human form. "You lot start packing. Philip? Where the Hell are you?"

"Here." A very thin, dirty vampire stepped out of the shadows.

"What did you find?" Spike asked.

"I found a good place, Spike. Trust me, no one will ever find you, and if they do...there's no way they can get to you."

"Good, you'll be coming with Dru and me." Spike pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one before walking over to where Xander sat huddled against the wall. He looked down at his prezzie and said, "Get on your feet. Now."

Xander slowly made his way to his feet, his face pale and shocky. Spike put his hand on Xander's shoulder and pushed him towards Dru's room. "Move, and keep your mouth shut, you've caused enough trouble for one day."

Xander sat on the chair next to Druscilla's bed and stared at his feet while the two vampires talked on the other side of the room. He finally looked up when he heard the door close and found Dru standing beside him. "We have to pack now, Xander. Spike says we're leaving soon."

Xander nodded his head and slowly got out of the chair, Dru hugged him and kissed his cheek, "Don't worry, Xander, my Spike won't hurt you, but he will have to mark you to keep you safe."

"Mark me?" Xander stuttered.

Dru nodded and hugged Miss Edith, "Yes. Then you'll be his, forever and ever. And you'll be safe, no one will be able to hurt you then."

Xander tried to get her to explain about marking, but she just giggled, and that really worried him. "How in the Hell do I get myself into these things?"

**********

Philip turned down a narrow road about three miles outside of town. Thick trees crowded the road and branches scraped the top of the car. Xander had a serious case of the creeps, but Dru was ecstatic.

"Oh, it's lovely. It's all dark and gloomy." Dru smiled happily and held Miss Edith up to the windows so she could see.

The road opened up into a circular drive in front of a huge, broken down barn where a weak, watery light spilled out from the open doors. Xander jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped and headed for the imagined safety of the light.

He eased through the doors and found himself staring at old, dry hay, broken down stalls, cobwebs and weird pieces of metal that he couldn't even begin to identify.

Dru clung to the back of Spike's duster and buried her face in his chest, whimpering in fear. "I don't like this place, Spike."

Spike ran his hand through her hair, trying to quiet her, as his yellow eyes glared at Philip, "This isn't really what I had in mind, mate."

Philip swallowed hard and back away, "This isn't it, Spike, I mean it is but..."

The vampire ran into the back stall, the others hot on his heels. He pulled a bale of hay out of the way and revealed a heavy steel door set in the floor. He grinned up at Spike, "This is it. Check it out, this is so cool."

Xander had to grin, the first real expression that had crossed his face since he'd watched Spike destroy Malcolm. The skinny vampire sounded like any of the guys Xander went to school with. Philip swung open the door and quickly scrambled down the concrete stairs. Spike, Dru and Xander followed him down, amazed at how clean and bright the walls and floors were compared to the room above.

Philip stopped in front of a steel door that more than vaguely resembled a bank vault and pressed a series of buttons on an electronic keypad set in the wall next to the door, chattering non-stop.

"This place belonged to some millionaire dude, he died a week ago, it was in all the papers. The dude was convinced that the world was going to Hell and had this place built. It's a bomb shelter, my granddad helped build it and told me about it when I was a kid." The heavy door swung open and they stepped into a very small room. Philip turned a key set in the wall and the room moved, causing Druscilla to scream in fright. "I'm sorry, it's an elevator, the shelter is deep, really deep, they built it into the bed rock. There's an emergency slide, that's how I got down here the first time, but I wouldn't use it unless it is an emergency." Philip said shuddering.

The elevator quickly came to a stop and the doors opened into a large room. File cabinets took up most of the room while a large electronics panel took up one whole wall. "This is the control room. That panel over there controls all of the sensors, utilities, backups and the lockdown sequence. Right now everything is coming from the city, electricity, water and phone lines. There's backup generators, a well and a satellite communications setup in case the city utilities go down. We've got computers, internet access and a huge library. All these files deal with maintaining the shelter."

Philip led the way into the main part of the shelter, the huge room was set up like a living room. There was a fireplace, couches and several chairs. Philip opened a cabinet and showed them a massive entertainment center. "There's one of those little satellite dishes hidden in the hayloft, we've got DVD, VHS, disks and tapes. They're in the library with the books." Philip said, pointing to a set of double doors on the far side of the room.

Philip kept chattering, pointing out various things, Xander followed the tour quietly, not really wanting to do anything to get Spike's attention. Philip stopped in front of a steel door and fidgeted nervously. "Um, I wasn't sure...I mean..."

Spike grinned at the vampire, "You're doing good mate, don't stop now."

"Well, since your...friend...is here, I checked to make sure that the kitchen was stocked with some food and found this." Philip opened the door and led the way into a huge, completely modern kitchen. Philip pointed to a series of doors on the far wall. "Those are the walk in freezers. There's enough food here to last for about five years or so. And there's a pantry too. I think everything is still good. I checked the records and this place was re-stocked just a couple of months ago."

Spike nodded, "Thanks, mate. Wouldn't want Pet to starve, would I?" Dru giggled again and Xander hung his head. "This place got bedrooms, Philip?"

"Oh yeah. Ten of them, all of them have big beds and their own bathrooms. There are three other bathrooms scattered throughout the complex. This place is totally cool." Philip said.

Spike checked out the rest of the shelter, besides the bedrooms they found a gym, a sauna and even a hot tub. Spike smirked, "I like this place, you sure no one knows about it?"

"Oh yeah, I'm sure. It isn't even mentioned in the old man's will or on any of his property tax forms. I hacked into his lawyers files and checked." Philip said proudly.

Spike slapped him on the shoulder, "I'm impressed. Knew you had a brain. Why don't you go get something to eat, but stay out of the Slayer's way, I've got another job for you later."

Philip nodded and headed back towards the control room, "Uh, Spike? Is it okay if I stay here? I mean, come back here and stay after I eat?"

Spike actually looked surprised, "Oi, mate, of course. Expected you to stay here. Now get going."

Philip grinned and disappeared. Spike turned to Druscilla, "Princess? Want to pick out a room?"

Dru shook her head, "Not sleepy. I want to play and Miss Edith wants to look at the books."

"Okay Dru. Make sure you stay inside, hear?"

Dru giggled and kissed Spike's cheek, "My Spike, my pretty Spike. Always worrying about me. I'll be good, promise." Dru danced out of the room, leaving Xander alone with Spike.

Spike grabbed Xander by the arm and pulled him towards the bedroom at the end of the hall. He closed the door behind them and locked it before shoving Xander over to the bed. "We're going to have us a little talk, Pet."

Xander jumped a little and said, "Spike, I'm sorry about..."

"Shut your hole, boy. I'm going to talk and you're going to listen." Spike got right in Xander's face and said, "When I tell you to do something, you do it. If I'd been a second later I wouldn't have been able to save you. Not without taking on every vamp in the place." Spike sighed and shoved his hands through his short blonde hair, he stared at Xander silently for a moment before saying, "Take off your clothes."

Xander's face turned white and he started to shake. He fumbled, trying to unbutton the shirt Spike had loaned him to wear. Spike knocked his hands aside and stripped Xander naked in a matter of seconds. Xander scrambled under the blankets on the bed, looking at everything except Spike. It seemed like only a second before the lights went out and Spike slid into bed next to him. Xander felt Spike's cool, naked skin brush against his and started to hyperventilate.

Spike pulled the shaking boy into his arms, and rubbed his back. "Ssshhh, it's all right, I'm not going to hurt you. We're just going to get some more sleep. Ssshhh, relax."

Xander continued to shake, "Dru said you're going to mark me." He whispered into the pale white skin beneath his cheek.

Spike's hand stilled on his back, "I am. But not right now."

"Can I talk you out of it?" Xander asked shakily.

"No." The vampire said shortly.

Xander took a deep breath, "Can we just get it over with?"

Spike heard the fear in his pet's voice and felt his demon try to take over. He clamped down on the urge to just drain the boy, and finally felt the demon subside. "We can, if that's what you really want." He managed to say steadily.

Xander laughed weakly, "What I want is to go home and forget the last two days."

"Sorry, Pet. I let you leave and you came back of your own free will. Then I had to kill to protect you. Not that I minded killing that bastard, never did like him, but now you're mine and I'm not letting you go."

"What are you going to do?" Xander asked quietly.

"I'm going to put my mark on you so everyone will know you're mine. Anyone messes with you, they deal with me, that includes the Slayer and your friends." Spike said matter of factly.

"Mark? What, like a tattoo?" Xander asked.

Spike smiled into the darkness, "Something like that, Pet." The vampire rolled them until he had Xander flat on his back and was nestled between the boy's thighs. With one quick motion, he slashed open his own tongue on his fangs and slid it between Xander's lips.

Xander tried to pull back, but Spike held onto his face with both hands, forcing him to stay still. The blood pooling in his mouth was making it hard to breath and he had to swallow. Once he had, he wondered why he'd ever tried to fight it. A tingling warmth spread through his body and he started sucking avidly on Spike's tongue, trying to get more.

Spike finally pulled away from Xander's voracious mouth, the boy rising up, trying to follow him. "Steady on, pet, relax, we've got all night." Spike pulled his duster off the bed post and rummaged around in the pockets until he found what he was looking for. Setting the small glass bottle on the night stand, he left the bed and headed into the bathroom.

Xander leaned up on his elbows, "Spike? What're you doing?"

Spike left the bathroom light on and came back to bed. "Had to get something,." Spike set a small jar on the night stand next to the faintly glowing bottle. Xander couldn't read the label, but the shape of the jar was enough to identify the object.

Xander started to panic again, guessing what Spike wanted the Vaseline for. Spike immediately heard the increased heartbeat and ran his hands through Xander's hair, petting him like he would a cat. "Ssshhh, it's okay, pet, I'm not going to hurt you." Spike opened the already healed cut on his tongue and kissed Xander again. Xander quickly forgot what he was worried about and returned the kiss with enthusiasm.

Spike broke away so Xander could breathe and started kissing and nipping his way down Xander's chest. Every slight flash of pain made Xander's already leaking cock twitch. "Aaahhh, fuck, Spike. What the Hell are you doing to me?"

Spike chuckled against Xander's stomach and Xander jerked. "It's the blood, Pet. Nice isn't it? Works like an aphrodisiac on some humans, and you're one of the lucky ones." Spike flicked his tongue over Xander's belly button and the boy arched off the bed.

Xander gasped and groaned as Spike kept tickling him, "What...what about the unlucky ones?"

Spike sat up and looked at Xander quizzically, "Unlucky ones? What are you going on about, Pet?"

Xander grabbed Spike by the hair and pushed his head back down, "The ones the blood doesn't work on, the unlucky ones." Xander giggled when Spike latched onto the soft patch on skin just inside his hip bone.

"thumgtumgck."

"What? Spike?"

Spike sat up again and glared down at Xander, "Pet, it'd be nice if you could just lay there and groan, maybe even wiggled about a little, but would you stop with all the bloody questions? The unlucky ones get sick, really sick. Like praying for death sick. Right. Now that's over with, can I get back to what I was doing?"

Xander gaped at the vampire and then hit him on the shoulder, hard. "Oi! What was that for?"

"I could have gotten sick? Are you nuts?"

Spike nipped the end of one of his fingers and stuck it in Xander's mouth. Xander immediately starting sucking on the digit, letting out happy moans. Spike grinned and latched onto the tendon on Xander's inner thigh. Xander spread his legs wide and arched up into Spike's mouth. Spike let his fangs drop down and slowly sank them into the large vein in Xander's leg. Xander let out a muffled scream and started chewing on Spike's finger, but he obviously wasn't in any pain.

Spike didn't take much, little more than a mouthful, he just wanted a taste, and he wanted to see how his pet would react. He was more than pleased. He slowly moved back up to Xander's heaving chest and pierced a pert nipple with his fangs then sucked on it strongly. Xander went nuts, moaning around Spike's finger and thrusting his hips up into Spike's belly.

Spike reached out and snagged the Vaseline off the night stand and popped the top off with his teeth. Quickly shoving two fingers into the slimy goop, he dropped the jar on the floor and flipped Xander over onto his stomach, pulling Xander's pacifier loose with a loud 'pop'. Xander grumbled loudly until Spike managed to get one slick finger into buried knuckle deep in Xander's tight little hole. Xander wrapped both arms around his pillow and pushed his butt into the air. Spike grinned, "Little slut aren't you, Pet?"

Spike slid the second finger in along side the first with little trouble. Xander was so hot for it his muscles loosened easily. And when Spike's joined fingers found the little nub buried deep in the boy's body the vampire was glad they were buried so far under ground. That screech would have brought the Slayer and half the damned town running.

Spike sliced open two of his fingers and stuck them back in Xander's mouth at the same time he pushed his cock into Xander's body. Xander tensed up for a minute, struggling against the pain, but there was a dark current of pleasure under the pain and Xander gave in to it eagerly.

Spike pulled his fingers free from Xander's mouth and laced their hands together, slowly and steadily working his cock in and out of the boy's body. Xander's breath grew short and started to hitch in his throat the more excited he became. The smell of sex and blood filled the air, and Spike felt his face shift into its demon form. The vampire wrapped their joined arms around Xander's chest, using the extra leverage to increase the speed and strength of his thrusts when he smelt the boy's arousal reaching its peak.

In the instant before Xander completely lost control, Spike buried his fangs up to the gum line in the heavy muscle where Xander's neck met his shoulder. Xander screamed hoarsely and came so hard he passed out. Spike pull the limp body up into his lap, his cock still buried deep inside. Moving carefully, he picked up the small glass bottle and removed the stopper. The acrid smell of bitter herbs assaulted his sensitive nose, but he ignored it. Spike withdrew his fangs from Xander's warm skin and poured the contents of the bottle over the open wounds. There was a hiss and for a second the marks glowed brightly, Spike inspected his work with a grin, the mark was a perfect impression of his fangs. Any vampire or demon seeing the mark would know that Xander was taken, and the boy had drank enough of his blood to change his scent. Only a fool or someone with a death wish would try to touch Xander without his permission.

Spike put the bottle back on the table and eased Xander back down onto the bed. Nibbling on the soft skin at the nape of the boy's neck, he waited for his pet to wake up so they could finish what they started.

**********

Angel burst through the door of the warehouse, stake in hand. He tumbled with his momentum and sprang to his feet, ready to fight, but the room was empty. There was trash and various items scattered around the floor, signs that the vampires had obviously left in a hurry. Angel searched the warehouse, looking for any sign of Harris, but only a faint scent lingered in the stale air. Angel trashed what little remained before setting the structure on fire. He watched the blaze, trying to figure out where his problem Childe had taken the mortal annoyance Harris.

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