Warning: m/m sex

Rated NC-17 for slash

Summary:  Spike takes Angel up on his generous offer in ‘School Hard’, but Angel seems to want this particular gift back.

Indian Giver:

 Chapter 1:

                                        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.

                                       “Ange-lus ” He exclaimed, almost happily.

                                       “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.

                                       “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.

                                       “I taught you to always guard your perimeter.” Angel tsked, clicking his tongue. “You should have someone out there.” He chided.

                                       “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.

                                        “Everything.” Angel said, truthfully.

                                        “Hmm.” Spike said, non-committally, “Come up against your Slayer, yet?” He doubted the poof had killed this one.                                   

                                        “She’s cute...not too bright, though. Gave the puppy-dog, I’m all tortured act. Keeps her off my back when I feed.” You bloody lying bastard   Spike wasn’t ready to let Angelus know what he knew quite yet.

                                        “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.

                                        “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.

                                          “Want a bite 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.                                   

        “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.

                                           “I’m not much for company.” Angel shrugged.

                                           “No...you never were.” Here was the opening he’d been looking for. “So, why are you so scared of this Slayer?”

                                        “Scared?” Angel tried for a confused look.

                                     “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.

                                      “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.

                                       “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 me?” 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  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.

                                      “Things change.” Angel said, offhandedly.

                                       “Not us  Not demons  Man, I can’t believe this  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  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?”

                                         “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.

                                          “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 sexual.” Spike lowered his voice to a seductive purr. Xander shuddered, he was so going to kill Deadboy deader if this Spike guy ate him.

                                           “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.

                                           “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.

                              “Are you hurt? Xander, look at me  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.

                             “Are you happy now, you bastard? ” 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.”

                             “Grow up, Xander.” Angel sighed. “It’s not safe out here and Spike is going to come after you.”

                             “You are such an asshole, you know that? If you hadn’t offered me to him as a snack, I wouldn’t be in this position  Congratulations, dumbass, I am now number one on your psycho buddy’s hit list  Buffy is so going to kick your ass ” Xander spat at the vampire.

                              “You think I meant for this to happen? Jesus, Xander, I was trying to get some information...”

                              “And who cares if I die in the process, right? One less human to worry about...one less obstacle to Buffy. Fuck off,  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.

     TBC...                       

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