A black Doc Martin covered foot bobbed in time with music that didn't exist. The foot was hooked over the top of the ankle of the other foot, both of which rested on top of the desk. The boots disappeared underneath tight black jeans, molded to the lithe legs they covered. Traveling up the legs, the black jeans were starkly contrasted by a long white cord and a bright white computer keyboard, sitting on the person's lap. Long pale fingers typed quickly at the keyboard, chuckling emerging from the owner of the digits. One lone thumbnail stood out, being painted blood red.
The chest of the lounging man was covered by a flowing blood red silk shirt, the first two buttons opened, exposing a long white neck, two faint sets of bites on either side of the neck. White teeth chewed on full luscious lips, brown eyes danced with mischievousness, and brown wavy bangs fell into said eyes, often being brushed away by the man, only to fall back in his eyes.
Cordelia stopped and inhaled sharply. "Xander," she said coolly, blinking. She casually leaned against the table by the door of Angel Investigations, staying as far away from the man she considered her first love, and one of her friends, who was now a vampire.
Brown eyes glanced up, laced with humor. "Cordelia."
"What are you doing at my computer?" she asked haughtily, praying that he couldn't smell the fear she felt. She *knew* he had his soul, and had since the moment Spike sired him four months before, but Xander was still dark, the evil within him resided very close to the surface. He had gone out of his way to scare the hell out of Cordelia, always earning a chuckle from Spike, a glare from Willow, and a dangerous growl from Angel. Xander did itjust as much to affect Cordelia as he did to affect his grand-sire.
"Being evil."
Cordelia paled, her mind racing at all the things he could do from a computer to ruin her life.
"God, Cordelia, chill. I'm just in a chat room messing with people's minds. They all think that I'm crazy, because they just don't believe I'm a vampire."
Cordelia snorted, the fear gone. "As if. Can you imagine what those people would do if they realized vampires do exist?" She walked to her desk, circling it. She placed her purse down, standing next to Xander. She squatted, looking up at the monitor.
Xander leaned forward, his finger hovering over the name *MonkeyBoy*. "He's being an ass. I'd bite him."
Cordelia chuckled. "Whatever. You'd bite anybody."
"No, I have taste, Cordelia," Xander proclaimed. "I wouldn't bite. . ." He thought about it for a moment. "I wouldn't bite Ethan Rayne. Old blood. Eww."
Cordelia laughed, turning her head to look up at him. "I wonder where he is nowadays."
"Last I knew, Initiative carted him off when he turned Giles into a Fyarl Demon." He got a far-off look in his eyes. "He came to me that morning, trying to get me to help him. He scared the hell out of me." He stubbornly brushed the tears away. "Anyway, he's probably in some hole somewhere, suffering. I hope he is." He glanced down, catching Cordelia's eyes. He licked his lips teasingly, watching the war of fear and lust in her wide eyes.
He brushed his fingers along her neck, smelling the fear and arousal in her rise. "Did you enjoy it?" he asked.
"E. . .enjoy what?" she asked shakingly.
"When I sank my fangs in your neck? When I drank from you? Being pressed between Willow and I?" He licked his lips, his eyes sprinkled with gold flecks. His mouth watered at the thought of feeding from her, holding her quivering body as he simultaneously drained her and pleasured her.
"*Xander*."
His voice was sharp and scolding.
Xander jumped away from Cordelia, the keyboard crashing to the floor. He turned, his game face falling into place with a small growl. Angel was standing at the door of his office, looking angrier than Xander had ever seen him. "Grandpa Deadboy," Xander teased darkly, knowing that the older vampire was angry. He constantly pushed his buttons, tried to get him to snap like Spike tended to and strap him down, showing him exactly who was boss. Xander knew that Spike had given Angel permission to discipline his childer, as the dark haired vampire was helping raise and train them almost as much as Spike was.
Xander couldn't understand why Angel was liberal with showing Willow discipline, but refrained from ever laying a hand on him. The younger vampire *knew* that Angel was attracted to him, having smelled the arousal that came from Angel during some more of their more heated arguments. Why he wouldn't act on that impulse bothered him.
"Xander, get in here."
Xander leaned down, picking up the keyboard. "Busy. Annoying people."
"*Now*," Angel hissed, his game face falling into place.
A bolt of desire ran through Xander's body. He stood up, grumbling. "Fine." He rolled his eyes, acting indifferent towards his grand-sire. He looked down at Cordelia, smirking. "Looks like Xander's gonna get punished."
Cordelia blinked. "You vampires are sick, you realize that."
"Perhaps," Xander shrugged. He chuckled, leaning down to smack a big kiss on her forehead. She yelped, pulling away from him, wiping her forehead.
"XANDER," Angel bellowed. "DAMN IT, I SAID **NOW**."
Xander groaned softly as his cock jumped to life under the demanding tone of his Sire's Sire. Things were just about to get interesting.
*-*-*-*
Spike settled down on the couch next to Willow. He took the brush out of her hand, continuing the long slow strokes she was running through her hair. She purred softly, closing her eyes. "Xander's being bad again, Daddy," she purred, feeling her bond with Xander ripple with dark excitement.
Spike chuckled under his breath, feeling both bonds he held with his Sire and his Childe undulate. He leaned forward, licking the shell of her ear. "Xander's done bloody pissed Angelus off."
Willow smirked, then frowned with a slight pout. "He better not have done anything to Cordelia." The red head, even though Willow was a vampire, had remained much closer to Cordelia than the former cheerleader had with Xander. Xander scared her, Willow protected her. It frustrated Willow to *no* end when her lover would scare the brunette human.
"You know how much it gets his stones off to bloody mess with her mind, pet."
Willow pouted. "But it's Cordelia. He shouldn't do that to her. I try to get him to stop, but he never does."
"And he won't, Red. It's his nature. Besides, he knows it gets under Peaches' skin."
Willow turned suddenly, pouncing on Spike, pushing him down. She straddled him, her hands on his chest. She licked her lips and grinded her crotch over his denim covered erection. "Wouldn't that be an incredible sight?" she leaned down, purring in his ear.
He thrust his hips up, closing his eyes. His demon rattled for him to flip her and pound into her, claiming her as his. However, he resisted, being a sucker for her to exert the sexual dominance that radiated from within. Having a demon released the fire in Willow. As much as Spike loved her soul; the wicked side of her, the darkness that her soul kept tightly locked away, made him ache for her. She was truly perfect for him in every way, complimenting his sexual side, his playful side.
Just as Xander complimented his dark, demented, evil side. Together the three made the perfect tight knit family.
Spike groaned as she leaned down, brushing her fangs against his neck. She never bit him without permission, knowing that to do that was strictly against the unspoken vampire rules. However, since Spike loved both his childer as more than just childer, *and* they were souled, he decided not to care about the Vampire Lore. Technically, how deep could the family of vampires get into lore when the Sire had a chip that wouldn't allow him to bite, *his* Sire had a soul, as did his two childer?
But that didn't mean she didn't tease.
She licked his neck slowly. "Can you imagine it, Spike? Watching Xander's eyes close in ecstasy as Angel pushes him down and savagely enters him? Would Angel be rough? Would his actions echo Angelus' days? Or would the soul calm him, make him soft, make him caring? Would he trail small kisses along my brother's shoulders? Or would he rip into his neck and drink as much as he could?
"I smell it, you know. Angel gets aroused when Xander fights him. I can tell that his demon strains to break free and claim him. He wants him, wants to be able to pound into him like he does me."
Spike bit his bottom lip, aching to be released from the confines of his jeans. She was slowly rubbing against him, and he quickly realized that under the short leather skirt she was wearing, she'd neglected to wear panties. She gasped slightly as the denim brushed against her clit.
"I could have an orgasm just like that. Just rub against you. . ." She pressed down with her vampiric strength, pressing her clit against his bulge. She started to shudder slightly. "I could. . .just drip my juices all over the front of your pants. . .and then get up and go upstairs, leaving you here to take care of yourself."
Amber eyes flew open in anger. Somewhere deep within, Spike knew that his childe would never dream of doing that to him, but she teased, knowing he would take the upper hand from her. He growled angrily, flipping them, ripping the zipper of his jeans down. He unsnapped the button and pulled his rock hard cock out, slamming it inside of Willow in one violent thrust.
She dug her nails in his shoulder, crying out, tears filling her eyes. She closed them, her body quivering underneath him. She *loved* when Spike got rough with her, always cumming harder when he added pain to the pleasure.
He leaned down, sinking his fangs in her neck. She cried out, pulling him closer. He thrust into her a few more times, bringing the both of them to a quick orgasm. She sobbed against his shoulder, her emotions out of control, the demon *raging* to be loose. "Goddess, Spike," she babbled, "I love you so much. . .everything you do, everything you give to me. Everything you've done. . ."
Spike brushed his lips against her neck, licking his bites. "I love you too, Red," he whispered.
*-*-*-*
Xander growled dangerously when his back slammed into the wall. Angel had his hands curled around the expensive silk shirt Spike had bought the younger vampire, pushing his fists into his chest. Angel was in full game face, growling himself. "Listen here, you little boy of a vampire, when I say something around this place, it goes."
Xander frowned, the demon raging. "You aren't my Sire! Spike is my Sire! You can't tell me what to do!"
"That's where you are wrong, boy. I own Spike, therefore, I own you."
Xander narrowed his eyes. The soul within him knew that Angel wouldn't let the demon hurt anyone, so the soul stepped aside, unleashing the demon.
His game face fell into place in one smooth motion. Angel shivered involuntarily looking into those amber eyes, for he saw who Xander's demon *really* was. He realized with slight horror that anytime Xander had done something evil, it had been the soul playing, and not the demon he was staring at. The demon could rival Angelus in sheer evilness.
Xander pushed Angel back, then grabbed his wrists and yanked, causing his silk shirt to rip. "You think that you are the big awesome Sire? You aren't. You aren't anything, Angelus. You don't even let your fucking demon out, just let the soul have control."
It was at that moment Angelus came out to play.
Angel licked his lips, tilting his head up to look down at Xander. "You think you know it all, don't you, Harris? You've been a part of this little family for *four* months. I've been father to it for a hundred and thirty."
Xander narrowed his eyes. "You lie, you bastard. You left him a century ago. You left him alone with *Drusilla*. Never even bothered to let him know that you were alive. I know you don't fucking know what love is, but he loved you! He wouldn't have turned you away!"
Angel slammed Xander into the door, his hand around the younger vampire's throat. "I should kill you where you stand," he hissed angrily. "You do *not* have the right to talk to me about how I feel about my Childe."
"Can't even stand up and be a real vampire and discipline me. You have to throw me around and make threats," Xander taunted, his demon roaring. He knew that Angel was stronger, and much more dominant than he was, and he didn't even want to dominate his grand-sire. He just wanted Angel to be the grand-sire he was supposed to be and give him the discipline he knew the insolent fledgling deserved.
Angel roared in anger and grabbed the young man by the back of the neck, pulling him away from the door. He flung the door open, not at all phased by the shattering of the glass of the window when it slammed into the wall. He dragged Xander out of the office. Cordelia looked up at him and 'eeped'. "Cordelia, Xander and I are going to be downstairs if you need us," he hissed. He walked downstairs to his apartment, dragging a struggling Xander with him.
Willow and Spike both looked up over the back of the couch when Angel's growling form stepped into the apartment. Spike's eyebrow rose, knowing that Xander had finally pushed *that* button that he'd been trying so hard to find. He smirked, remembering long nights of discipline, pain, and pleasure with his Sire. He laid back down, not worried about what was to happen to his childe.
Willow glanced down, fear rippling through her body. She had been on the receiving end of many of Angel's lessons, learning each of them quickly. As much as her demon enjoyed the game, her soul couldn't handle too much of it and made her learn it fast. She knew that Xander's soul was safely locked away, and that he was in for one hell of a ride.
She whimpered slightly, worried for her best friend and lover. Spike wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. It was in rare moments like this that the soul of Willow Rosenberg shined through, reminding Spike of the human that he fell in love with. "Shh," he soothed softly into her hair. "It's going to be ok, pet. Xander can handle his own. Peaches won't hurt him, just teach him a lesson that's long overdue."
Willow looked up at him, blinking back tears. "Why? Why does Angel do this to Xander? Why doesn't he discipline him? I thought that was what vampires do. He certainly has no qualms about putting me in my place."
Spike smiled softly, shifting underneath Willow. She was draped over him, lying comfortably on top of him. He brushed his black nails over her cheek. "Peaches likes him."
Willow frowned. "He likes me too. . ." Her eyes widened and a fresh wave of tears filled her eyes. Her bottom lip quivered. "He doesn't like me."
Spike leaned up and kissed her closed eyelids. "Hush, Red. Don't ever say a bloody thing like that. Peaches loves you. You are a part of him. It's. . .different with Xander than it is with you."
"How?" she asked, scrubbing her eyes with her fist.
Spike's heart broke, watching Willow. She was a grown woman, and had the emotions of a grown woman, but adding the demon to the mix threw everything off kilter. The demon was young- so very young- and played off of her emotions. There were times she could be a woman, and then other times she could be a child. Having the soul didn't help. Spike found himself briefly wondering if the soul would ever let the demon fully blossom into who she would be as a vampire.
"Anyway," Spike said, trying to get Willow back to the matter at hand, "back to your Angel-Xander question. Angel does love you- you are his grand-childe. It is different with Xander though, because his demon *wants* Xander. He wants to claim him, for his own."
Willow's eyes widened. "Like you've claimed us?"
"Right."
"How do you feel about that?" Willow asked softly. She frowned. She didn't know if she was terribly thrilled with the idea of Angel taking Xander away from them. The demon within her roared, tugging on the bond between her and her best friend. He belonged to them, no one else.
"Red, it's not like he'd bloody take Xander away. But I don't know how I feel about it. I love my Xanpet. I know that we aren't your typical family of vampires, but if we were to technically follow Lore, he could have taken Xander away from me at any time. He wouldn't though. That's why he doesn't discipline. It's too hard for him."
"He's told you this?" Willow asked softly.
"Yea," Spike said, pulling Willow down to his body. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. "We should rest, pet. Things around the Poof's little world are about to get interesting."
*-*-*-*
Xander snarled at Angel. The older vampire sat back with a self satisfied smirk. The insolent fledge was lying on his bed naked, wrists handcuffed to the headboard. Xander knew that he was dealing with the demon Angelus, and welcomed the challenge. He knew that eventually, the older vampire would break him- and he looked forward to that moment almost as much as he looked forward to the torture he would go through before that.
"I can see you are enjoying this," Angel grinned around fangs, brushing his fingertips up the length of Xander's hard dick.
Xander thrust into his hand. "Bastard," he hissed.
"Don't curse me until you see what I'm going to do," Angelus purred. He moved to his trunk of 'toys' and pulled out a long and ornate dagger.
Xander's lips curled into a grin. He knew that Willow hadn't had the joy of knife play, knowing that the female still had far too much of her soul to enjoy it. However, Xander and Spike had delved a bit into the pleasure a knife could cause against one's skin, and he rather enjoyed it. "So you gonna scar me, Deadboy? I've seen the intricate 'A' on Spike. . .nice work."
"I plan to, yes," Angel smirked, pressing the tip of the knife against the end of his finger. He turned the knife, smiling as it broke skin, causing a small amount of his blood to drip on the dagger's blade. "Do you want to taste?" he purred, holding his finger out to Xander.
Xander fought back the demon, the urge to taste his grandsire's blood. He was still haunted by the richness of Spike's blood on his lips and *knew* that Angel's would be that much more powerful. "No," he said. "I don't need *your* blood."
"Too bad," Angel murmured, his eyes locked with Xander's. He slid his finger into his mouth, licking the blood off of it, swirling his tongue along the tip, teasing Xander. The vampire's cock twitched, aching to have his Grandsire's mouth around his rod. Xander forced himself to look away, not wanting to give Angel more ammunition.
Angel moved to the bed, surprised at how strong Xander was. He smirked, flipping the youth so he was lying on his stomach. He straddled the younger vampire's thighs, pressing the knife against the base of his spine.
"You know Spike's going to shit a brick when he sees what you've done," Xander said through gritted teeth, trying hard not to enjoy the pain Angel was providing him.
"No, I don't think he will," Angel murmured, starting on his masterpiece.
*-*-*-*
"You did *what*?" Spike yelled, his amber eyes bleeding through, anger racing through his body.
Angel's eyebrow rose. "I scarred him, Spike. Just as I did you over a century ago."
Spike turned away from his Sire, his arms crossed in anger. "He's *mine*, Angelus. You *can't* have him."
Angel smirked at his childe's back. "But you haven't even seen what I've done," Angel said soothingly, wrapping his arms around the blonde vampire. "I think you will be pleased."
"Daddy!" Willow cried gleefully. "Come see what Angel did!"
Spike yanked out of Angel's embrace and looked up at his Sire, his glare deadly. "I just want you to know, I'm *extremely* angry with you."
Angel's eyebrow rose. "Fine, be that way," he smirked.
The two vampires walked into the room. Spike stopped briefly, inhaling a breath he didn't need. His lovely Xander was stretched out on the bed, completely naked, his lean form tense from the teasing he was getting from his beautiful redhead. She was on her knees beside him, slowly licking the bloodied mess at the base of Xander's spine. Spike groaned, matching the soft moans pouring from Xander's lips.
Willow looked up, absentmindedly wiping the blood away from her lips. "It's beautiful, Angelus," she purred, pink tinged tears filling her eyes. "Spikey, come look."
Spike gritted his teeth, moving towards the bed. He knew that he was going to hurt when he saw the familiar 'A' grace his childe's flesh, but it was apparent that Willow liked it. For that reason alone, he would grit his teeth and pretend that it was beautiful. . .
He blinked, in mild shock. "What the hell is it?" The only thing familiar about the design on his childe's back was the tiny 'A' in the corner of whatever it was Angel had decided belonged at the base of Xander's spine.
Willow traced her finger through the cuts, causing Xander to moan more, and thrust his hips into the sheets. "Come on, Wills," Xander said, begging. "Been hard too long. . .stop teasing. . ."
Willow laughed playfully, slapping Xander hard on the ass. "Shut up, Xander. I have to explain this to daddy, then I'll flip you over and fuck you hard."
Xander tugged on the manacles, his body aching to be taken. "Just hurry," he grunted.
Willow started to slowly trace the design. "See," she murmured softly, following the curves of the larger part of the design. "This is the 'S'." She moved to the straight lines interwoven through the curves. "And this is the 'W'. Spike and Willow."
Spike blinked in mild shock when it all fell into place. He turned to Angel; somewhat embarrassed by his original reaction when he originally found out that the older vampire had scarred him. "That's. . ." He hugged himself slightly, not able to express how it made him feel to see the beautiful design on his childe's back, to see the physical evidence that the man on the bed belonged to him and Willow. "That's bloody. . ."
"It's beautiful," Willow murmured. "I want one, an 'S' and an 'X'. In the same place."
Angel smirked at his Childe. "And if you want, William, I'll put an 'X' and a 'W' on you. . ."
Blue eyes slowly rose, meeting brown. It was at that moment that Spike knew that Angel considered him an equal, that he was proud of him for what he had done with Willow and Xander. He was allowing him to claim to belong to someone else. "Peaches," Spike said with a smirk, "you aren't all that bad."
Angel grinned. "Thanks, I think."
Willow sighed exasperatingly. "Are we *done* here? Have you two gotten everything all worked out? Cause, um, well, I'm horny, and Xander's about to explode, and I really don't feel comfortable shagging him while you two are having an emotional moment."
Spike rolled his eyes, laughing at his childer. "Go right ahead, Red. Shag away."
Willow flipped Xander back onto his back and hiked her skirt up, sliding down on her lover's cock. Xander hissed when he was surrounded by her tightness, silently thanking whoever listened to demons that Willow would forever be as tight as she was.
Spike licked his lips, watching the redhead bounce on Xander's thick rod. "What do ya say, Sire? Wanna join 'em?"
Angel had already pulled his shirt off. "Sounds like a plan, Spike."
The two older vampires joined the youngest on the bed, completely cementing the family bonds between the four of them.