Looking down at the plonker that had ruled, and ruined, his life for so long, Spike was hard put not to laugh. The mighty Angelus, laid out on the floor, all wrapped up in lovely chains. It was a dream come true, like his birthday and Christmas all at once.

Spike had dreamed of this moment for over a hundred years, but unfortunately, his dreams would have to stay in the land of Nod. He needed Angelus in one piece for the spell. The weaker the elder vampire was, the less he'd have to give to Drusilla. Spike shrugged, it wasn't like the wanker was going to live, such as it were. The spell would effectively take care of that little problem. Hopefully in an incredibly slow and painful fashion.

With a wicked smirk, Spike drew his foot back and said, "ass, meet foot," and let loose. While fun, kicking an unconscious arsehole wasn't nearly as much fun as kicking him when he was awake.

Spike lit a cigarette and casually strolled out of the room, he'd find something, or someone, to do until Angelus woke up. Then he'd just kick him again.

*****

Giles felt an almost overpowering need for alcohol. Lots of it. Buffy and the new Slayer, Kendra, just would not shut up. It was 'Angel' this and 'vampire' that. Christ, it was almost enough to make him wish he were still Ripper. Then he'd have found something much more interesting to do with those annoying mouths.

But that was neither here, nor there. Ripper was long gone, and good riddance to bad rubbish, as his father would say.

Giles groaned and thumped his head down on the table. The blathering had turned into a cat fight. Kendra really shouldn't have said anything about Buffy's hair, but be that as it may, there were other, more important, things they should be worrying about. Such as..."perhaps the two of you should return to Willie's and secure Angel's release? Before the sun comes up?" Giles had to admit, it was actually rather gratifying to see Buffy move so quickly.

*****

Spike gave up on sleep. His cuddly little bedwarmer wasn't being very cuddly tonight. Instead of wrapping his overly warm body around Spike's chilly one, Xander lay stiff on his own side of the bed. "What's wrong, Xander?"

Xander shook his head, burying it deeper into his pillow. "I'm not sure, but I've got a serious case of the heebie jeebies."

Spike had lived with Drusilla for too long to ignore a case of the creeps. "All right, Pet, let's break it down then. When did it start?"

Xander felt a surge of affection for the vampire, it wasn't often that someone actually listened to him. "Right before you and Phillip got back from town. Did anything weird happen?"

Spike chuckled and reached for his cigarettes. "Could say that, Pet. Picked up a special package from Willie. Nasty bit of work by the name of Angelus. Seems there's a new Slayer in town, so now there's two of the bitches to worry about."

Xander sat straight up in bed, "you brought Angel here?!"

"Yeah, Pet, what of it? The new Slayer kicked his ass and locked him in Willie's store room. Lovely eastern exposure. Willie gave me a call and we picked him up."

"Shit! I knew something was wrong," Xander growled out while struggling into his jeans. "Come on, Spike. We have to get him out of here, or we're all screwed."

"Why?"

Xander smirked, "simple, Buffy won't give up until she finds her wittle pooky bear."

Spike grinned at the derision in his prezzie's voice, "don't worry, Pet, there's no way the Slayer can find us here. We're safe as houses."

Xander shook his head and threw Spike's jeans at his head, "can we say 'Willow', Spike? As in witch who knows lots of locator spells? Buffy had Wills tag Angel ages ago. She'll be able to find him without breaking a sweat."

"Oh fuck me runnin'," Spike snarled as he shoved his feet into his jeans.

Xander stopped at the door and turned to look at Spike with one raised brow, "do you want a head start?"

*****

Buffy's hands were clenched into tight little fists as she fought the urge to kill someone. Anyone. Kendra..., Willie..., at this point, it didn't really matter. Willie had, after a few threats and just a little pain, confessed.

"What do you mean Spike has him?"

Willie nervously wrung his sweaty hands, "well... I mean... I didn't think... the sun was coming up!"

"Where did they go," Kendra queried.

"The sewers, they went into the sewers," Willie blurted out, hoping the Slayers would take a hint and leave.

Kendra headed for the backroom, but Buffy stopped her. "I've got a better idea. Come on, we have to find Willow, she can find him a lot faster. And then, Spike is so going to die."

*****

Spike and Xander stood over Angel's limp form, both men contemplating some kind of mischief. Spike's voice was more than a little disgruntled as he asked, "you sure about this, Pet?"

"Oh yeah. Deadboy's got a tracker tag on him somewhere. Buffy and Willow giggled about it for days." Xander grimaced, "it was so gross listening to them giggle. Angel is so cute! And manly!" Xander declared in a credible falsetto. "Made me want to hurl."

Spike half growled, "we can't let him go, we need him to heal Dru, but I can't say that I want the Slayers knocking down the front door either."

"Can you do the spell now? Maybe get if finished before they get a chance to get a lock on him? Then he'd be dust and the tracker wouldn't work."

"Have to wait for another day and it has to be done in a certain place, won't work here."

"Well, shit. I guess we could drive him around until its time, but it'd be a bitch staying ahead of two Slayers. Which, might I add, is so completely unfair. If I'd known Buffy was going to turn into such a little bitch, I never would have saved her ass after the Master drown her."

Spike shook his head sadly, "oh, Pet, gonna have to punish you for that." Spike's nostrils flared at the sudden release of phermones into the air.

Looking at Xander, the vampire smiled as he took in the dilated eyes and slightly flushed features. "Would you like that, Xander? For me to punish you?"

Xander let loose a quiet moan and reached for his vampire, but Spike stepped out of reach, moving to stand behind his favorite human. Nuzzling the back of Xander's neck, Spike murmured, "you would, wouldn't you? What should I do to you, hmmm? Tie you down and beat that tight little ass of yours until it blushes rosy for me? The heat would feel so good when I fucked you."

Xander's breathing increased and his eyes started to glaze over.

Running a finger down Xander's bare spine, Spike continued the erotic word play, "or maybe, I should..."

"Oh Hell, I'm going to be sick. But I can't really say I'm surprised, Harris. I knew you were a nancy boy the first time I saw you. You probably love being fucked like a woman."

Xander just grinned down at the chained vampire. "Jealous, Deadboy? At least I'm getting some, unlike some other people I could mention."

Angel snarled, his features shifting as he tugged futilely at the chains binding him.

Xander started giggling as he watched Angel squirming like a worm on a hook. "Spike, I have an idea."

"Well, let's hear it, Pet."

"'Kay. We cut Angel's tag off, give it to Dalto and tell him to run all over the county."

Spike was impressed, that much was evident in the tone of his voice. "Cut it off, Pet? I did't know you had it in you to be so cruel."

Xander just snickered, "cut the tag off, Spike. Willow told Buffy that the spell would leave a small mark, kinda like a birthmark, somewhere on the person tagged. We just have to find it, cut it off and we should be good to go."

Angel listened to the entire conversation in horrified fascination. "Tag? What tag? And you'll not be cutting anything off me, boyo."

Xander and Spike naturally ignored everything Angel had to say.

"Why Dalton?" Spike wanted to know. "Wouldn't Phillip be better? We can trust him to do it right."

Xander frowned and shook his head, "too risky for Phillip. He's good, but he'd still be one vampire against two Slayers. Besides, Dalton's finished and now he's nothing more than a liability. He knows too much."

"Exactly, Pet. The Slayers catch him and he'll spill the beans right off."

"Not if he doesn't know anything what he's carrying. And he doesn't know how to get here. He was blindfolded when you brought him in."

Spike wrapped one cool hand around Xander's neck and brought him in for a quick kiss. "All this and brains too. Good on you, Pet. Now, all we have to do is find the tag."

What followed would entertain Xander for years to come. Angel didn't appreciate being stripped by two 'poofers', as he put it. Frequently and at the top of his lungs. Even wrapped in chains, the elder vampire put up one hell of a fight. Spike finally resorted to just cutting Angel's clothes off. As Xander straddled Angel's naked thighs, trying to hold the vampire still, they finally found the mark.

In a fit of generosity, Spike gave Xander the knife and allowed him the privlege of cutting the tag off as Angel shrieked at the top of his lungs. Of course, Spike pouring holy water on the gaping wound to cauterize it might have had something to do with it.

As Phillip drove off with a blindfolded Dalton, with orders to leave Dalton with the car on the edge of town, Xander and Spike started laughing. "Well, Buffy always did say Angel's ass was hers. Guess she was right."

*****

Willow finished the spell and grinned when the tag worked just like it was supposed to. "Got him. Huh, that's weird."

"What? What's weird?" Buffy wanted to know, sounding more than a little hysterical.

"Well, it looks like he's right outside the door."

TBC