Paring: S/X - of course
Warnings: None really except the expected man lovin'
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing, including the
lovely men used in the commission of this story.
Summary: This is a follow up to the story "Temptation".
It sees Spike and his new childe returning to California
to the dark angel. He has the answers to questions
Spike has about Xander.
Anyone who is interested in reading Temptation, it can be
found here: http://bmblbee.livejournal.com/tag/temptation
As always chapters posted daily, comments very gratefully accepted.
Xander slept peacefully on the large back seat of the DeSoto.
He hadn't a care in the world.
In contrast, Spike's brain whirled as he drove. He had no idea
how he was going to explain to the boy that they were headed
to California to see Spike's sire. The one Xander refers to as
"The dark Angel" The one they both despised.
They had already decided to go to the west coast to settle, at
least for now.
Spike felt it would be a great place to work on the boy's training
and hunting skills. The docks were full of transients, homeless,
Easy pickins that even the law enforcement community expected
local demons to keep thinned out.
It was an unspoken agreement that worked well for all involved and
as long as no one got stupid or sloppy it would undoubtedly continue
for as long in the future as it had in the past.
Spike's early vamp years in London proved that it was generally a
world wide situation that everyone, except for the victims,
could happily live with.
However, both demon and human alike suffered when the
rules weren't followed.
Case in point, those months when Dru had thought it funny to
dress like a man and slip down to the Whitechapel
area of London's dark streets. The havoc she caused
reverbrated through the country and is spoken about still.
Police inspectors knew it was demon activity and therefore the case
of the butchered prostitutes would not be solved by the arrest of a
blood thirst human.
The demons cursed the fool among them who did this and wasted
the blood and body. Precious food that would have fed several demon
families. They also cringed at the unwanted attention it brought.
Spike was able to get her on a ship and headed to the America's
just in the nick of time. The lynch mobs were already measuring the
lengths of rope and stacking up the firewood.
Not the best of times.
Spike flicked his Bic and smoked nervously.
No sense in panicking yet. Probably wasn't true.
Besides, he would still love the boy. Always. He was still his Xander.
And in the end that was all that mattered.
That was a thought that calmed Spike considerably. That and the
Winstons that he chain smoked nonstop till the first sight of the
red roof of the Red Roof Inn peaked up over the top of the ridge.
He gratefully pulled up to the front door and leaped out. Striding
purposefully to the front desk he slapped his hand down and stated
"Need a room. Now. One bed. No view."
The clerk sitting behind the desk reading the latest issue of the
Gay Blade peered over the top and burst into a huge smile, one
that showed LOTS of teeth.
Like liquid mercury he rolled effortlessly to his feet revealing a
6'3 180lb. frame covered in chocolate brown skin. He slithered
forward, licked his full pink lips and rubbed a hand over his
"Well, hello to you too. Would that room be just for you? Alone?
All by yourself? Unaccompanied?"
The clerk leaned one elbow on the counter and slid the sign in book over.
"Names Eugene. You can call me Genie. Or, you can just call me."
Spike jerked the book toward him and quickly scrawled his name. After
130 years of being treated like a sex God it no longer surprised or thrilled
He couldn't help, however, think that if Xander wasn't with him he could
very possibly throw a saddle over Eugene's back and ride him till the
cows came home.
He idly wondered how all that thick, warm brown meat would feel in
his hands or taste in his mouth. Spike could just imagine Eugene's
fluffy pink lips wrapped around his cool vampire cock.
His traitorous dick twitched in his pants.
Eugene noticed the movement and winked.
"Hey, we getting a room?"
Spike jumped as if he were shot. Spinning around he noticed his sweet
faithful childe standing sleepily in the doorway scratching his chest.
Eugene positively bubbled.
"Oh my! Two of you. Oh yes, you will be needing extra towels now
won't you?" The desk clerk whipped out a key and slapped it down
in front of Spike.
"That will be $42.50. He is of age isn't he? Oh, poo. Never mind."
He winked and twitched dramatically.
Spike reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills from the
gas station store. He hadn't yet counted it but was impressed by the
amount. "Well, well, Bridget had a good evening."
"Huh? What was that?"
Xander had stepped up and was standing beside his sire, leaning against
him for comfort.
"Nothing, pet. Got us a room. You feeling better?"
Spike waved the key in Xander's face and tried to ignore the
elaborate expressions and gestures the flamboyant clerk was exhibiting.
Xander's eyes lit up and he grinned wildly as he wound himself around
his sire's body like a python.
"I am much better and if you hurry and get us settled in, I'll show you just
Spike and Eugene both choked.
Eugene immediately began waving his hand in the air like a first grader.
"I get off in two hours. I'm very good company. Whadda say?"
"Sorry Genie, boy and I plan on getting off a lot sooner than that."
Spike scooped his child up in his arms and kissed him deeply.
Dominating him with a posessive tongue fucking that threatened
to set the lobby on fire.
"Sides mate, this one belongs just to me. Not sharing. Unless......
You interested, love?"
Xander laughed and pretended to be shocked but he knew his sire
better than that. Sire might be tempted to have relations with outsiders,
but he would never allow another to touch his childe.
Clutching his sire's body, rubbing and grabbing everywhere he purred
"I want no one but you sire. My body is a temple that I keep clean
for you. Just like you would be with no one but me. Right sire?"
Spike hesitated for only a second.
"Absotootly me little farm boy. Your sire would plow no fields but yours"
Xander's face flushed pink with the remants of the borrowed blood
of the biker, his passion kicked even higher by the romantic
declaration of his master.
"I think we need to hurry sire."
Spike chuckled at the feel of the rock hard cock that pressed insistantly
against his hip.
"On our way, pet. On our way"
Eugene watched sadly as the strange couple walked out and turned
left to find their room. His long dark tail swiched around his legs
signaling his arousal and agitation. His hoved feet clicked loudly
on the floor as he returned to his seat behind the desk and he
poured himself back into his easy chair.
"Damn selfish vampires."