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No, they aren’t mine. I wish they were, but they aren’t. They belong to their creators. No money is being made. I just take them out, put them in pretty dresses, and make them fight each other. No harm, no foul. Feed the writer. Review.
Happy Birthday, Pia & Caryl's Grandfather.
"Where are we?" Xander asked as he watched dilapidated buildings march past the car. "It looks... oogy."
Spike grinned. "Just picking up a few things," The vampire said lightly. He stopped the car next to what looked like a pawn shop. "Come on, then."
Xander followed a blanket-clad Spike into the dingy little shop. The interior was littered with random stuff--guns, music, a drum kit and a few lawn mowers. Xander's eyebrows went up at that; he hadn't seen grass for miles. "Er..."
Spike strolled up to the counter, blanket draped over his shoulder. "Long time, mate," He said over the counter.
An incredibly short man clambered up on a stool. "Spike! Been a long time indeed. What can I do you for?"
Spike leaned over to study the revolvers on display. "The usual."
"Don't have him on file. North, south, east, or west?" The guy asked, pulling out a paper file.
Spike thought for a moment while Xander paced nervously. He had no damned clue what was going on, and that was beginning to worry him. To the best of his knowledge, they didn't need a lawnmower, and guns weren't very effective against Angel. "Spike?" Xander began. "Do... ah... you wanna tell me anything?"
"East," Spike said firmly. The little man nodded and slid to the floor.
"Bring your boy back," He said as he disappeared through a doorway. Spike reached for Xander and pulled him around the counter.
"Easy, Xander," Spike whispered. "We're just getting you some ID made."
"As in, flee-the-country identification?" Xander inquired. "Where are we going?"
Spike smiled broadly. Xander hadn't asked if it was a good idea to leave, or why they were going, or if they could go back to Sunnydale and clear up his responsibilities there. No, his boy just wanted to know where they were going. "Ever been to England?"
Xander's grin was at least as wide as Spike's. "Nope!"
Spike busied himself on the telephone while Xander sat for Bernie's pictures. The guy totally amazed Xander by creating the best fake IDs he'd ever seen. He tried to pay attention to whatever Spike was doing, but it involved demonic languages he didn't understand.
By the time Bernie handed over two sets of identification and a bundle of plane tickets, Xander was bouncing off the walls. He'd never been on an airplane before. "Do they really have the little peanuts?" He asked Spike as they returned to the car.
"Yes, and you can have mine," Spike murmured. Their flights didn't leave for several hours, so he figured they needed to stop for a couple of things. Clothes, luggage, and the like would come in very handy. Spike was sure that Angel would find them soon, though, so he wanted to be at the airport. Besides, Angel was far less likely to do something stupid there. Security was tight these days; Spike was grateful that Bernie's work was professional quality.
Xander bounced alongside Spike as the vampire picked out a pair of suitcases. The young man was weighed down with bags of clothes--and their two bags of stuff from home. Spike was going to get them a taxi to the airport, hopefully slowing down Angel in the pursuit that he was most assuredly doing. "Will just two be enough?" He asked Spike.
"Those are for you," Spike muttered, grabbing two more. "These are mine. Let's go." After the luggage was purchased, he and Xander stood in the men's room of the mall and packed their bags. The vampire reluctantly placed all his weaponry into one suitcase so that it could be inspected by customs and checked. He didn't like it, but they were traveling the normal human way.
"So, England," Xander said excitedly as the taxi headed for the airport. "When was the last time you were there?"
Spike closed his eyes. "Around '93," He was trying not watch Xander bounce, afraid that he'd become motion sick for the first time in his unlife. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Xander stilled, looking over at his lover. "Yeah, I'm sure." It wasn't difficult for him to make the decision; once he'd decided to stay with Spike for the rest of his now-very long life, such questions were moot. Where Spike went, so did Xander. "Besides, I've never done much traveling. Oxnard doesn't really count."
The airport was busy, customs doubly so. Even with all the people, Spike and Xander made it into the terminal with no problems; their passports were easily accepted.
"So, when does our flight leave?" Xander asked, rifling through his tickets.
"An hour," Spike replied. "Might as well find the terminal and--"
"Spike."
Xander froze at the sound of Angel's voice, making the woman behind him curse and bump him as she passed. Spike took hold of his arm and dragged Xander over to the wall, Angel following close behind. The men's bathroom was closed for maintenance, so Spike ducked into it.
Xander skittered across the smooth tile floor, losing his balance. Spike stopped his descent, bringing their bodies tightly together. The vampire stood between Angel and Xander, eyes flaring yellow, ridges prominent.
Angel glared at his childe. This was... very bad. Buffy had called him in a panic, telling a garbled story about Willow finding Spike and Xander together, getting groiny, and now Spike had kidnapped the boy and... The memory of that phone call gave Angel a headache. "Spike, what are you doing?"
Spike just growled menacingly. "Er, we're going away," Xander said brightly. "Vacation. See the sights, do some traveling. I've never been on an airplane before!"
"You can't take the boy," Angel told Spike, ignoring Xander's prattle.
Spike snarled. "He's mine, Angel. Goes where I go now." As if to prove his point, Spike dragged Xander around and sealed their lips together. Xander responded instantly, kissing Spike even as he kept one eye on Angel.
Angel shifted into gameface and struck, but Spike was ready for him. Xander was quickly but gently shoved out of the way as the two vampires did battle. Spike easily ducked Angel's first swing, coming around behind Angel to hit his Sire with a punishing blow. Angel fell forward, striking his head on a urinal. Blood spattered the walls, but Spike didn't stop. He reached for Angel, grabbing the vampire's head. Xander winced as Spike rammed Angel's skull into the floor, smearing blood and what looked a little like gore all over the place.
Finally, Spike released Angel. "He's mine, and you don't touch him," Spike hissed, reaching for Xander once again. Xander came to him, molding that lovely, warm body to his. "And you can tell the Slayer that."
"X-xander," Angel gasped, unable to stand up. "He's...not..."
Xander stared down at Angel, unable to rouse the slightest bit of sympathy for the vampire. "He's what?" Xander asked. "Bad for me? No, that would be anyone who tries to get between us." Angel had made a grave mistake, coming after Spike, and now he was paying. Actually, Xander found it very amusing to see Angel in such bad shape. When Spike dropped one hand down to palm Xander's crotch, he just thrust forward slightly and smirked.
"Told you, he's mine," The blonde vampire said, grinning. Spike unzipped Xander's jeans, sliding his hands around Xander's hips, framing the hard, blood-flushed cock between pale fingers. Xander reached up to urge Spike's hands on, knowing that the picture they presented Angel was insanely erotic. Panting, trembling human, eerily staring vampire.
Spike abruptly released Xander, reaching into his duster for some lube. Xander gasped as the cold stuff hit his skin. He spread his legs apart, leaning back on Spike as the vampire returned to him. "Spiiiiike," Xander moaned when the vampire slowed down, deliberately torturing his lover with still fingers.
"More?" Spike asked, watching Angel's anguished face. He knew that what they were doing was tearing up Angel. Yeah, it was really getting to his Sire. He just knew the souled pouf wanted to stand up and rip his head off, but it would take at least an hour for the older vampire to recover from his injuries.
Xander choked back a scream as Spike thrust inside him. Every movement by the vampire sent shockwaves of pleasure up his spine, weakening his knees until Spike's hands and cock were the only things holding him up. This... performance, if it could be called that, was certainly the most oddly erotic thing he'd ever done. They were fucking not five feet from an incapacitated vampire, in the men's room of a rather large airport. Every time his gaze caught those wounded, yellow eyes, Xander's excitement raised a notch. He was fucking. In front of Angel. It didn't get any wilder than this, no.
Spike rode Xander hard and fast claiming, owning his boy with every killing thrust. By the time Xander finished screaming out his climax, there would be no doubt in his blasted Sire's mind who this lovely creature belonged to. Xander was *his*, not the Slayer's.
"Spike!" Xander cried, body convulsing in ecstasy. Spike held on tightly, snarling as his own shattering orgasm claimed him. Even as pleasure threatened to drive him to his knees, Spike kept his eyes on Angel. As Xander whimpered and collapsed around him, Spike saw understanding in Angel's eyes. His Sire didn't like it, didn't approve, and would probably try to stop him in the future. However, Angel now understood that Xander belonged with Spike.
"Thirty-seven?" Xander asked muzzily. "Er... don't we have a plane to catch?"
"That we do, luv," Spike murmured, giving them both a once-over with a paper towel. "Should be boarding right about now."
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