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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Warning: m/m sex &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Rated NC-17 for slash &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Summary:&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Spike takes Angel up on his generous offer in ‘School Hard’, but Angel seems to want this particular gift back. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indian Giver:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chapter 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Xander hissed out as Angel unexpectedly grabbed him by the neck and dragged him to the blond vampire. He struggled in Angel’s grasp, trying to dislodge the apparently evil vamp. Angel simply tightened his grip and gave Xander a warning shake as he shoved the door to the school open. The door banged loudly against the wall. The blond vamp, Spike, heard the commotion and looked up. He grinned through his fangs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Ange-lus ” He exclaimed, almost happily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Spike ” Angel grinned back, he shifted Xander in his grasp so that he could drag him better. He hoped that Spike bought this little charade or they would be shit out of luck. Fear was pouring off Xander and it was intoxicating.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Well, I’ll be damned ” Spike threw the long pipe he was holding to the floor, laughing softly. It clanged loudly, making Xander’s ears ring. Spike came forward and Xander heard Angel laughing, a deep, creepy sound, as the two vampires embraced in a brotherly hug. Angel didn’t notice that his Childe flinched in his embrace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I taught you to always guard your perimeter.” Angel tsked, clicking his tongue. “You should have someone out there.” He chided.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I did. I’m surrounded by idiots. What’s new with you?” Spike wondered if Peaches would admit to having a bloody soul. He couldn’t believe that Angelus would try to trick him like this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Everything.” Angel said, truthfully.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Hmm.” Spike said, non-committally, “Come up against your Slayer, yet?” He doubted the poof had killed this one.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“She’s cute...not too bright, though. Gave the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;puppy-dog, I’m all tortured&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;act. Keeps her off my back when I feed.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; font-family: Dauphin;&quot;&gt;You bloody lying bastard&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Spike wasn’t ready to let Angelus know what he knew quite yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“People still fall for that Anne Rice routine? What a world ” Spike laughed, still waiting for the other vamp to slip up. Angel laughed with him.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I knew you were lying. Undead...liar guy.” Xander glared at the dark vamp the best he could from his current position. His words brought Spike’s attention as well as Angel’s. Spike wondered who the kid was...obviously someone who thought he knew Angelus quite well. Smelled delicious...like sweet ambrosia. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Want a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bite &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;before we kill her?” Angel offered, almost hoping that Spike would take him up on it. Harris was a real pain in the ass...even if he did smell tasty. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Haven’t seen you in the killing fields for an age.” Spike observed, his head tilted as if he was curious about why Angel hadn’t been around.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I’m not much for company.” Angel shrugged.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“No...you never were.” Here was the opening he’d been looking for. “So, why are you so scared of this Slayer?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Scared?” Angel tried for a confused look.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Yeah. Time was you would have taken her out in a heartbeat. Now, look at you. I mean, this tortured thing is an act, right? You’re not...housebroken?” Spike gave an almost concerned frown. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I saw her kill the Master. Hey, you think you can take her alone? Be my guest. I’ll just feed and run.” Xander nearly pissed his pants as he heard Angel’s growl and felt himself being pulled up by the neck. Was Angel really going to eat him? Ewww. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh, don’t be silly. We’re old friends...we’ll do it together. Let’s drink to it.” He bent his head and watched as Angelus did the same. Just as their fangs got within a few inches of the boy’s neck, Spike hauled off and punched the older vampire. “Do you think you can fool &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?” Spike bellowed, beyond pissed that Angelus was arrogant enough to think he could pull off a stunt like this. Who the bloody hell did the wanker think he was? Angel stumbled back, releasing his hold on Xander. The boy scrambled back. Spike stuck his nose in the air as he spun around. He whirled back to face Angelus and the little one. “You were my Sire, man&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You were my...Yoda ” The borrowed blood in his body boiled as the dark-haired vampire simply shrugged at his words as if it didn’t matter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Things change.” Angel said, offhandedly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Not us&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not demons&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Man, I can’t believe this&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You Uncle Tom ” Spike picked up the long pipe he’d dropped when he’d first seen Angelus and the little boy. He didn’t turn his head as he addressed his minions. “Come on, people&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This isn’t a spectator-sport ” The minions growled and rushed forward. Angel and the boy ran out the door. Spike gave chase, following the sound of the boy’s heartbeat. “You lot go after my Sire...I’ll get the little boy.” If they had any complaints, none of the minions voiced them. They rushed off after Angel. Spike grinned as he spotted the child leaning against a tree, panting as he tried to catch his breath. “Fee Fi Fo Fum...I smell the blood of a scared little boy.” He heard the boy make a frightened noise that sounded like ‘eeep’ and smirked as the kid whirled, looking like he would climb up the tree backwards if he could. He watched, amused, as the boy flattened himself against the tree. “Hello, cutie.” He leered at the young one. “What’s a sweet, young thing like you doing hanging around with Angelus, hmmm? Fancy a walk on the wild side, luv?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“H-He’s not my type.” Xander said, trying to sound nonchalant, forgetting that the blond could smell his fear. He wondered if Angel was gay, too. The blond burst out laughing and Xander flushed a deep red. He had obviously just voiced that thought. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“I’m not gay, pet, just a little bent.” Spike gave the boy a sexy wink. “Vampires aren’t straight or gay...we’re sexual...very, very &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sexual&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.” Spike lowered his voice to a seductive purr. Xander shuddered, he was so going to kill Deadboy deader if this Spike guy ate him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Back off, Spike ” A deep, commanding voice interrupted. Spike growled, his face morphing, as both he and the boy looked up to see Angel in gameface. “Xander, I know you don’t want to trust me, but I’ll get you home safely.” Spike snorted and rolled his golden eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You going to give him a good night kiss and tuck him in, too, Peaches? Boy’s smart, he told me that you aren’t his type. Despite his wardrobe, he must have good taste. He thinks you’re bent.” Spike snickered at the outrage on his Sire’s face. Angel was just distracted enough to forget that Spike had brought some minions, who had just found him. Angel fought the group of vamps as Spike watched, smirking. Xander tried to move away, but the blond easily pinned him to the tree again. Spike clicked his tongue at him in mock disappointment. “Going somewhere, luv?” He leaned in, one hand fisting in Xander’s thick, sable hair. The teen gasped as Spike pulled his head to the right, exposing his throat. He shuddered as he felt Spike nuzzle the silken flesh there, a soft moan escaping him as Spike licked a trail up his throat. Suddenly, Xander felt twin pricks about an inch below his left ear and his body jerked, his breath catching. The sharp pain shimmered into exquisite pleasure that spiraled through his body, he moaned in bewilderment as his body reacted in a way he wasn’t expecting...he came violently in his pants. The blond vampire moaned appreciatively and slowly retracted his fangs from the boy’s neck. He lapped at the oozing wounds, sealing them up. “Mmmm, such a treat you are, luv. Sweet...innocent...hot...I’ll be back for you, baby...” After giving the boy a knee-weakening kiss, Spike disappeared in a swirl of black leather. Xander panted, sliding weakly down the tree trunk, his descent ending abruptly as Angel hauled him to his feet. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Are you hurt? Xander, look at me&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Did he...” Seeing the blood smeared on Xander’s lips, Angel wrenched the collar of Xander’s shirt back and swore a blue streak so vicious that it made Xander blush. It was then that Angel realized something else...he let his gaze slowly travel down the boy’s body. Xander felt shame radiate through him as he realized Angel was sniffing him. He turned to try and conceal his erection and the wet spot on his jeans. “Don’t be embarrassed, Xander. Vampire bites have that effect on humans...all it means is that you’re normal.” Angel tried to placate the boy and was surprised when Xander lashed out, catching him in the mouth with a wicked right hook.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Are you &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;happy &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;now, you &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bastard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? ” The dark-haired mortal choked out, tearfully. “Have you humiliated me enough for one night?” He spun around, wanting to get away from Angel, back home where he was safe, if not sound. Angel sighed, shadowing the young boy from a distance, wiping the blood off of his mouth . Xander stopped short and without turning around, spoke to Angel again, “Tell me, will you, just what is it that Buffy sees in you? What do you have that I don’t? I have brown hair and brown eyes just like you, I have a soul, just like you...is it the vampire thing? Cuz, not really seeing the attraction...is it the danger?” He finally turned to face Angel, his chocolate-colored eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “I saved her life with breath from my body and still she goes to you...you make me sick. Don’t follow me, don’t act like you care if I live or die, we both know you’d prefer it if I became a vamp snack. Go play hero somewhere else, I’m not going to be the one you use to get into Buffy’s pants.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Grow up, Xander.” Angel sighed. “It’s not safe out here and Spike is going to come after you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“You are such an asshole, you know that? If you hadn’t &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;offered&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;me to him as a snack, I wouldn’t be in this position&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Congratulations, dumbass, I am now number one on your psycho buddy’s hit list&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Buffy is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;going to kick your ass ” Xander spat at the vampire. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You think I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;meant &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;for this to happen? Jesus, Xander, I was trying to get some information...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“And who cares if I die in the process, right? One less human to worry about...one less obstacle to Buffy. Fuck off,&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Deadboy, I’ll find my own way home.” Angel sighed again as the boy stormed off. He gave the boy a head start and followed him. Buffy was so going to kick his ass.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;TBC...&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <title>Untitled Spander fic</title>
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  <description>Warning: Spike/Xander fic&lt;br /&gt;Rated: NC-17 for m/m sex&lt;br /&gt;Category: Developing Feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Hello, cutie.” Spike drawled, grinning rakishly at the girl dressed in a long black T-shirt, who was sitting cross-legged on the double bed in Joyce’s old room. Xander gave a little shriek and put a hand over her racing heart. Dark brown eyes narrowed at him in vexation. It was obvious to the vampire that he was the last person she wanted to see right now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“What do&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/i&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; want, Spike?” Xander glared at the vampire from beneath thick, dark lashes as she self-consciously pulled at the hem of the shirt she was wearing. Suddenly the brunette’s face took on a hopeful expression. “Did Giles figure out how to reverse the spell? Can I be a real boy again?” The blond shook his head and watched as the corners of Xander’s mouth curved downward in a pout as the brunette toyed with the edge of the dark green comforter by her feet. Spike didn’t like that particular pout on Xander. Where was the little fireball from last night? The one who made his fangs itch. She had to be in there somewhere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Sorry, kitten, he can&apos;t make heads or tails of it. Well, at least the Bit will have company when we patrol since you can’t come with us for a while. Little thing like you couldn’t possibly do much damage to any demon . . .demon magnet that you are.” Spike moved into the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Xander’s head whipped up and her dark eyes shot daggers at Spike. Xander obviously didn’t like being called a &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;‘&lt;/b&gt;little thing’. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“That’s &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;true! Are you saying that because I’m a woman now that I can’t defend myself? Women can protect themselves too, you know. Look at Wills and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Tara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; and Cordy and even Anya can . . .” Xander began to protest, hotly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh, really? You think you can fight off demons in &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; body?” Spike let his eyes travel slowly and appreciatively over Xander’s new form. The ex-male glared at him distrustfully through long thick lashes and pointedly pulled the comforter up to her throat.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Ohhh, don’t go getting all shy on me now, tiger. Show me what that body can do.” Spike leered at the Slayerette. Xander gave him a disgusted look and disdainful huff, turning her head so that she wasn’t looking at the vampire. Without warning, the blond ripped the comforter away, tossing it to the floor. Xander yelped and tried to scramble backwards. As Spike pounced, pinning Xander to the mattress with his body, Xander gave a startled little squeak. The movement jarred the bed and for a second, they both froze, staring at each other. Finally, a smirk crossed Spike’s deceptively delicate face.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“What happened to girl power, Xander? Come on, luv, kick my ass.” Spike gave another suggestive leer, his face very close to Xander’s. “I dare you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;”What the &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;hell &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is wrong with you, Spike? The girls are still downstairs! &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Dawn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is downstairs! Get off of me and get out of here!”&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Xander hissed, glaring up at the vampire. “&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Stop it&lt;/b&gt;! You’re shaking the bed!” Spike waggled his eyebrows suggestively and tapped his tongue on his teeth in a way that promised all kinds of lewd acts. “Damn it, Spike, get out now! Before I call the Slayer up here to kick your ass out!” She didn’t like the gleam in Spike’s eyes when she said this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Sweetheart, if you want me to leave, you can put your hands on my hot, tight little body and make me. Oh, and none of the girls are home, pet. Watcher sent them on an errand before he split and the Bit has a sleepover with a friend. It’s just you and me now. They think you’re still sleeping and that I went home. Feel like a bit of the rough and tumble?. I&apos;m gonna ride you hard before I put you away, luv.” The last part was said in a throaty growl and Xander’s brain sent&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;her some extremely vivid images of Spike’s words. Her stomach muscles clenched spasmodically, not in disgust as she would have thought, but in anticipated pleasure. She felt the beginnings of a panic attack.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No!&lt;/b&gt; There will be no riding of any kind here! &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Get off of me&lt;/b&gt;!” Xander gasped, his new body struggling beneath the surprisingly heavy weight of Spike’s lean body. The vampire smirked as he realized that Xander had misinterpreted his last comment. Spike had been referring to fighting, but the brunette had thought he was talking about sex. Xander thrashed under Spike, pushing on the blond’s shoulders, trying to dislodge the other man. Xander’s movements only served to help Spike settle more easily between her legs. The Slayerette balled up his tiny fists and began to hit Spike. The blond laughed softly at Xander’s wild, awkward punches until she began to aim for the face.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Spike grunted as a small fist caught him upside the head and then right in the teeth. He used his tongue to check his lips for blood. He growled softly as he licked a smear of it off of the side of his mouth. The blond vampire grabbed the former boy’s wrists, which felt extremely fragile in his grasp, and pinned them on either side of Xander’s head. He looked down into furious, frightened, dark brown eyes, leering at Xander.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Those delectable lips curved into a delicate sneer and Xander began to really struggle. Spike was entranced. Such a sweet little piece the boy had been turned into; all curvy and lush, that silky dark hair halfway down his back, amazing whiskey-colored eyes, sweet pouty lips that begged to be kissed, and those lovely hips that curved into the best looking ass Spike had ever seen in his whole unlife. Truth be told, Xander had always been very easy on the eyes . . . an especially nummy treat. Definitely moist and undoubtedly delicious, not that Spike had ever admitted that to the Slayerette.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You’re only going to hurt yourself, Xander, luv. The chip doesn’t work anymore, remember? Best say uncle now, pet.” Xander ignored the warning and kept twisting beneath the blond, inadvertently rubbing his/her soft, round breasts against Spike’s lean sculpted chest. Spike grit his teeth. This was not exactly what he’d had in mind when he’d started to tease the boy…girl. Xander’s body was softer, rounder, and sexier than it was as a male and Spike really had been without a woman for awhile now. Each time Xander moved, those sweet tits of his were pressed and rubbed against Spike. The long, black T-shirt the brunette was wearing rode up on her thighs as Spike held her down. “Oi! You better bloody stop it now! I haven’t had a woman in a soddin’ long time and with you rubbing up against me the way you are, I might just forget to be a gentleman!” The blond growled right in Xander’s face. The former male stopped fighting, raising startled brown eyes to Spike’s hot blue ones, blushing, as she felt the vampire’s stiff cock pressing against her new feminine softness. Xander had never been more aware of another being in his/her life. In the sudden quietness of the room, only Xander’s breathing could be heard, quick panting gasps.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Get off me, Spike. Why are you even here?” Xander inwardly cringed at the huskiness of her womanly voice. She sounded like Jessica Rabbit. She glared at Spike again. The vampire was ogling the brunette’s new breasts, licking his lips. Spike raised amused eyes to Xander’s. “And &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; have &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;been a gentleman in your whole unlife . . . you undead . . . pervert guy!” That bad-boy smirk wasn’t supposed to make Xander’s whole body flush with heat or send that shudder of desire through him . . . her, but it did. Spike watched as Xander’s eyes narrowed and the little brunette stuck that cute little nose of hers in the air, that little sneer back on her lovely face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Oh, don&apos;t get all prim and proper with me, Xander. I know what kind of girl you really are. Don&apos;t I?” The last part was very soft, almost a caress. “You’re the one rubbing those perfect, firm,&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;round tits against me . . . spreading those gorgeous long legs for me&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;. . . those lovely thighs&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;. . . as I said, I haven&apos;t had a woman in weeks.”&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Spike purred, thrusting his hips against Xander, who gasped. For such a compact guy, Spike seemed to be packing. Horrified at the direction her thoughts had taken once again, she glared up at the vampire. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You&apos;re a pig, Spike!” Xander said through clenched teeth, her face a beautiful shade of red. Her dark eyes flashed with fire, her lower lip thrust out in an annoyed pout. Xander was self-conscious about her new body and Spike talking so casually about her breasts and legs embarrassed her. He/she had never felt so naked in his/her entire life. An image of Spike “exercising” in bed with invisible Buffy flitted through Xander’s brain and she wondered just how good in bed Spike really was. She bet that Spike was dynamite in bed...all those lean, sculpted mus...ARGGGH!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“What can I say, my lovely? You bring out the beast within.” Spike lowered his head and took Xander’s tempting mouth in a hungry kiss.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Xander felt as if she’d been struck by lightning, his new body reacted to Spike’s sultry kiss with a disturbing jolt. Heat exploded in the pit of Xander’s stomach and a hot throbbing began between her thighs. She pushed on Spike’s chest and tried to turn away, but Spike only deepened the kiss. Spike’s tongue dipped into her mouth, stroking her palate, teasing her teeth. Gods, but Spike could kiss. Xander could feel herself melting and beginning to kiss Spike back, moaning into the blond’s mouth. Spike echoed the moan and slowly pulled away to allow Xander to breathe. Spike looked down into dazed, dilated brown eyes and smiled. The scent of Xander’s arousal only served to fuel Spike’s lust. He’d always had a thing for gorgeous, dark-eyed brunettes, apparently Xander was no exception. Spike had felt a definite shock when he had kissed Xander; it was like falling into the sun. He’d never felt that before, not even from Angelus. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Xander turned her head away from Spike, ashamed and confused. Spike lowered his head again and began to suck on Xander’s delicate neck. Pheromones filled the air as he licked over the ex-male’s carotid artery. The brunette whimpered and arched into the touch. Xander couldn’t believe she had essentially offered up her neck to a vampire. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Each little swipe of Spike’s tongue made her crave more. This was insane . . . unbelievable. As a male, he would have denied it with his dying breath, but as a female, he couldn’t lie to himself…he was sexually attracted to Spike. Heat washed in waves down her body and she felt dizzy. Xander would never have thought that vampires could smell good...always associated death with a rotting corpse, but Spike smelled amazing. Xander could get drunk off the delicious scent of the blonde. Spike swore softly and Xander knew that the vamp could smell the sudden burst of fresh arousal pouring off of him . . . her. She took a shaky breath as Spike slid his hands down to the hem of her shirt and bunched it in his fists, rubbing his knuckles lightly against those glorious, creamy thighs. Heavy-lidded blue eyes looked up at her lustfully.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Xander’s stomach did a funny little flip and her breasts tingled. She felt the fabric start to stretch as Spike’s grip on the t-shirt tightened and suddenly, Xander knew exactly what Spike was about to do. &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;‘&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;I can’t let him do this. He’s going to hate me later…and himself. I have to stop him…have to stop this before it goes too far.’ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Spike, let go of my shirt. No…stop it!” Xander demanded, putting his small hands on top of Spike’s, but Spike didn’t stop. Instead, the vampire ripped the shirt in half up the middle, baring Xander’s curvy body and revealing the soft cotton women’s panties she’d been forced to buy and wear. The blue cotton was the only thing covering Xander now.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Please . . .” Xander pleaded and tried to pull the tattered shirt back around her, but Spike wouldn’t let her. “Spike . . . please . . . this is a mistake. We can’t.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We don’t really like each other. You’ll hate yourself when I go back to being me…the real me…the male me…&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Spike&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;…” Spike ignored the babble as he lowered his head. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“So bloody gorgeous.” He murmured, as goosebumps rose on Xander’s soft, silky skin, making her dusky nipples pucker. Xander’s breath caught in his throat as the vamp began to nuzzle the soft mounds of his breasts, rubbing his face slowly back and forth between them as he made purring sounds. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Xander moaned as his nipples stiffened even more, the throbbing between his thighs increased. Xander had always secretly thought the vampire was attractive, even when they were exchanging snarky comments. Buffy had even once accused him of wanting to have sex with Spike. Xander had called the vampire &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;‘compact, yet well-muscled’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and yes, she had noticed the blond’s lean, sculpted form. Spike was a very sexual being.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Spike brushed a peaked nipple with his thumb and watched as Xander closed her eyes, arched her back, thrusting those beautiful breasts up with a low moan.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Spike’s eyes dilated, he’d never imagined someone like Xander, who hated vampires so much, could be this bloody responsive to him.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Oh, yeah . . . so sweet . . . Xander . . .” The little brunette moaned again as Spike began to tease the nipple with his thumb. Xander couldn’t believe this was happening. His nipples had always been sensitive but this was crazy, she was practically offering herself to Spike after a few erotic touches. Xander cried out as Spike moved down and laved the stiff little peaks with his cool tongue, licking with quick little strokes. Xander made a strangled sound in her throat as Spike reached down and began to rub her through the blue cotton underwear with one hand. Spike moaned softly as he realized that Xander’s new body was responding to him more than he’d imagined. The cotton beneath his questing fingers was very damp.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Spike!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Oh, Jesus…God….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;” Xander gasped, panting. Xander grabbed at Spike’s hand, but she couldn’t move it. She couldn’t let Spike do this . . . they would both regret it once Xander was turned back. “No . . . no . . . no . . .” She whispered, over and over, even as her body surrendered itself to Spike. Xander’s legs trembled as they parted even more for the blond. It had been so long since someone wanted him like this. His brain, which was still functioning as male, cried out for him to push Spike away, but his new female body responded to Spike like a bear to honey. Sweet, hot, wild honey that she couldn’t resist. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Yes, baby . . . &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;fuck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; . . . you &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/i&gt;wet for me, aren’t you, Xander, luv?” Spike’s smoky voice purred, driving Xander wild because that was his name Spike was murmuring. Xander cried out as Spike slipped two fingers beneath the elastic of the panties, stroking her intimately, expertly. She looked up helplessly into Spike’s eyes, the blue bleeding into gold; watching the vampire lose control like this was so erotic. Also, Spike’s little growly noises each time she moaned or whimpered only turned her on more. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Ohhh!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Spike!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Xander found herself lifting her hips against Spike’s hand, riding his fingers. Spike lowered his head again to swirl his tongue around one of Xander’s stiff nipples and then the other as he stroked Xander’s clit. The brunette’s cries of pleasure filled Spike’s vamp senses. Xander moaned and whimpered as Spike’s fingers and tongue caressed his new body. She’d never felt anything as sinfully sweet as Spike’s touch. Growling, he ripped Xander’s panties off and threw the ruined cotton to the floor. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Spike watched hungrily as Xander began to shake, gasping and clenching her hands in the sheets beneath her. Her orgasm was not far off, the pleasure evident in every little move of her body.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“That’s right, luv, give yourself to me, to it.” Spike slid up Xander’s body, taking the Slayerette’s mouth in a kiss that all but curled Xander’s toes.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Seconds later, Xander wrenched her mouth away, mewling as Spike’s fingers quickened their pace. Xander cried out again as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Spike pulled away to savor the look of pure bliss and exquisite pleasure that crossed Xander’s face. Xander gave one last shuddery moan as she collapsed onto the mattress. Xander lay there, not moving for a moment as she caught her breath. Spike was taken by surprise as the brunette suddenly sat straight up and slapped him really hard across the face. “Ow! Hey! What the bloody hell did you do that for?” He held his cheek, staring in shock at Xander, who looked on the verge of tears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I’m not a toy to play with, Spike! I’m still Xander Harris in here! Nothing’s changed!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Nothing’s changed, has it? You keep on telling yourself that, luv.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Don’t call me that!” Xander’s voice trembled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&quot;So, um, what should I call you then? Pet? Sweetheart? My little dark kitten? I really love this hair, Xan, the way it bounces around when...&quot; Xander slapping at him cut him off mid-sentence. &quot;Ah ah!” He caught her wrists easily and evaded her attempts to scratch him. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“Put the claws away.&quot; Spike moved in closer, nuzzling Xander&apos;s neck. Spike sucked the tender skin, scraping his blunt teeth over the area.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&quot;No...Stop that!&quot; Xander whispered, biting her lip as Spike slid one hand back between her thighs. Spike’s fingers played her like a violin…his thumb and fingers teasing her clit with amazing skill. Xander gasped, arching. &quot;Oh!&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She bit her lip and threw her head back, her body betraying her once more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Spike turned his head, capturing Xander&apos;s lips with his own.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;TBC…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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