Spike woke up alone. Not something he appreciated. So he slipped into his jeans and went looking for his bed warmer. He found him soon enough.

Xander, Dru and Philip were huddled in front of the TV, playing one of the many games he and Philip had stolen. From what Spike could see, it looked like one of the Doom games. Xander loved that one. And so did Dru. She'd sit with him for hours, cheering when he killed something, usually in an incredibly brutal way, and hissing when he got hurt. And the game had a side benefit, as long as Xander would play, Dru would eat.

They couldn't get Dru to feed on her own any more. Spike would have to make a kill and bring the blood to her. But he didn't mind, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for his Dark Goddess. Up to and including killing his Grand-Sire. Actually, he had every intention of killing 'Daddy', one way or the other.

Xander knew the instant Spike came into the room, he always did. He finished the level he was on and passed the controller over to Philip. The young vampire immediately picked up where Xander had left off. Dru merely kissed Xander on the cheek and cheered Philip on. Spike decided then and there that he was going to have to do something nice for Philip. Not only had Philip found them this truly wonderful hideout, but he was just as protective of Dru as Spike himself was.

Xander crossed the room on bare feet. He hated wearing shoes, especially on the opulent carpet that covered the floors of their shelter. The boy moved right into Spike's personal space and wrapped his warm body around Spike's half naked one. Xander leaned up for the kiss he'd come to expect, a kiss Spike was more than willing to give.

Xander hummed under his breath and cuddled closer, "Miss me?"

Spike growled and pushed his hands into Xander's back pockets. "I got cold." He whined.

Xander chuckled, "Well, we can't have that. Let's go back to bed and see if I can't warm you up."

And he did, in more ways than one. Spike watched with obvious enjoyment as Xander casually stripped off his clothes and wrapped his wonderfully nude body around Spike once again. Nipping and sucking on Spike's throat, Xander easily unfastened Spike's jeans and pushed them down over his hips.

Spike kicked them off and pushed Xander onto the bed. Xander landed with a bounce and a laugh. Spike was becoming addicted to the sound of Xander's laughter, it made his skin tingle when Xander laughed like that. Spike crawled onto the bed and Xander wrapped his long legs around Spike's waist and pulled him closer. Spike, needless to say, went willingly.

Xander grinned up at his lover, "Well, well, well. What should we do? Got any ideas?"

Spike leaned down and nipped Xander's throat, smiling when his pet hummed happily. "I think I should fuck you stupid."

Xander wiggled under the cool body pinning him to the bed, "Sounds like a plan."

Spike reached out for the lube on the nightstand, but Xander grabbed his arm. "Don't need it."

Spike arched his brow, making Xander laugh again. "Really, pet? Why is that?"

Xander's face flushed, but he didn't look away. "I, uh, used it already."

Spike slid one hand down Xander's leg, making his way unerringly towards Xander's ass, smirking when he felt the familiar slickness gracing Xander's skin. "Uuuummmm, pet," Spike purred as he pushed two fingers into the prepared orifice. "I do like it when you're waiting for me."

Xander squirmed, already starting to pant heavily, "Spiiikkkeee. Come on already."

The vampire just laughed wickedly. Then he pulled on of Xander's legs up onto his shoulder and slammed his cock inside Xander's very warm body. They'd done this often enough in the last few weeks that he didn't really have to worry about hurting his prezzie.

Xander's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth opening on a low groan. The two men moved together easily. Each one striving to drive the other over the edge first. It was a race neither would mind losing. All too soon, Spike felt the familiar burn racing up his spine. Each time with Xander got better and better. Thrusting faster, trying to get deeper, Spike knew that Xander was right along with him. The boy's body was covered with a faint sheen of sweat and his breath was coming in gasps.

Spike bit his own tongue, then thrust it into Xander's mouth. Xander nursed at the wounded appendage happily then screeched into Spike's mouth as he came. Spike could only hang on for the ride. And such a ride it was. Silky hot skin rhythmically caressed his shaft and Xander's heartbeat thundered in his ears. Xander opened sex dazed eyes and Spike was lost. He shuddered as his orgasm ripped through him so hard it almost hurt.

Spike braced himself on one trembling arm, the other raised to brush Xander's hair off his sweaty face. "Pet? You all right?"

Xander forced open the eyes he'd just closed and smiled sleepily up at Spike. "I'm fine. I'm better than fine. I'm great."

Spike nuzzled Xander's cheek and murmured, "Go to sleep, pet. I'll be here."

His pretty prezzie was out in seconds. Spike carefully withdrew his mostly limp cock from Xander's body and reached for his smokes. Lighting one, he took a deep drag, enjoying the burn in his lungs. Reaching out, he covered Xander with the sheet, not wanting him to get cold. As he sat there, absently running his hand through Xander's hair, he wondered if he'd been imagining things. For a second, just a second, instead of the familiar dark brown, Xander's eyes had been a bright, malevolent green.

*****

Spike lit another cigarette, the last in the pack. He'd sat next to Xander all day long, thinking. That flash of green explained a lot. Dru had told him about the possession by the hyena spirit. She'd also told him that the spirit was still in Xander. It was buried, and buried deep, but still there. Now it looked like the spirit was starting to come up to the surface.

And that explained Xander's reactions during the last few weeks. At first, he'd been scared to death and had acted accordingly. But once they'd set up house in this bomb shelter, Xander had started to change.

The boy had accepted his position as Spike's pet easily. Too easily. Spike had been waiting for tears, emotional outbursts, embarrassment and escape attempts. None of that had occurred. Since the first time Xander had drunk some of his blood, the boy had been not only willing, but eager, to have Spike in his bed.

Their relationship had grown to the point that Xander initiated sex as often as he did. The boy was very protective of Dru and treated Philip like a brother. Or a pack member. Xander had never once mentioned his friends or his family. It was like they didn't exist for him. And the few times Spike had tried to take Xander into town with him, Xander had become agitated, saying it wasn't safe.

Spike hadn't thought much of it at the time. But now? Now it all made sense. Xander was reacting like a pack animal would. The bomb shelter was his den. Dru and Philip were younger members of his pack and had to be protected. And he, he was Xander's mate. As for Xander's friends, they had broken pack law by abandoning one of their own. That meant they were fair game and no longer any of Xander's concern.

Unless, of course, they were dumb enough to threaten any of Xander's new pack. Then they would die. Spike had no doubt about that. Crushing out his cigarette, Spike crawled in next to Xander, smiling when his lover cuddled close. Spike closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. He'd always loved animals.

*****

Spike growled at the transcriber, "Read it again."

Dalton stammered out a few words and Spike looked them up. "Debase. The beef. Canoe." Spike punched Dalton in the face, rapidly losing his temper.

Xander crossed the room and wrapped his arms around Spike's chest. "Stay calm. He'll get it." Then he glared at Dalton, "Won't you?"

Dalton buried his nose back in his books, trying to avoid the human's gaze. For some reason, the boy scared him. Badly.

Dru, playing with her Tarot cards, giggled. "He needs the key, my Spike. The key will unlock the cure."

"The key? Is the cure a code then?"

Dru nodded and held up a card that showed a masoleum. "It's here."

Spike looked at Philip then nodded at Dalton, "Take him with you."

Philip grinned and hauled Dalton out of his chair, grabbing the blindfold off the table. "Time to play Blind Man's Bluff again, Dalton."

Dru stopped them at the door. "Take others with you. The Slayer is playing naughty games again."

Philip nodded, "I'll be careful."

As they left, Spike started to growl, "That bitch is always mucking things up for me. I think it's time we did something about that. Something permanent. I think it's time to call out the big guns."

"Big guns? Who's that?" Xander asked curiously, not the least bit concerned about the Slayer's well-being.

"The Order of Taraka, Xander. Demon bounty hunters. Nasty blokes. They'll keep coming and coming until the job is done."

Dru smiled prettily and clapped her hands, "They're such fun! Pain and death and blood."

Xander grew very, very quiet and Spike looked at him in concern. "You all right, pet?"

Xander nodded absently then a blinding smile covered his face. "Would you mind a suggestion?"

Spike smirked at him, "You know the Slayer better than I do, Xander. What are you thinking?"

Xander started giggling, "Mind fuck."

Spike looked at Dru, and she started to laugh. "Xander wants to play games."

Xander was laughing so hard by now that he was wheezing. "Yep." Wiping the tears from his eyes, he choked out, "Don't call the bounty hunters. Just make Buffy think you did. She'll go nuts trying to find them. And while she's busy trying to fight something that doesn't exist, she won't have time to mess with us."

Spike gaped at Xander, then pulled him into a hard embrace. "I love you, pet. I really do."

Xander just smiled happily and kissed Spike gently. "I know," he whispered, while his eyes flashed green.

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