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.
Spike was restless. He was sleepy as hell from the events of the
night before as well as the very enjoyable sex, but he simply couldn't
turn his mind off.
He would doze off only to be jerked away by disturbing dreams and
thoughts of "what if".
When awake he would lie still and watch the peaceful sleeping face
of his beloved childe, wonder and worry. If this were true, how
would it affect their lives together?
He had just found Xander and had no intention of giving him up.
In 130 years of wandering the earth, mostly alone, he had never
loved another the way he loved his childe.
There was just no other solution. Still, he had to know.
They had to talk to Angel.
But what if Angel wouldn't help them. He could be such a prick.
Seemed he only wanted one thing from Spike these days.
Spike wondered if he was willing to exchange that one thing for
Hell, he'd done worse.
Spike sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, deciding he could worry
about that part later. Right now he had to see where he stood with
the evil bastard and he knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep till he did.
Spike squinted at the outline of light that filtered from the sides
of the drapes he had pulled around the windows. That, along with
the ticking of his internal clock told him it was late afternoon.
Too early to go out, but late enough that his boy would soon
Quietly Spike eased out of bed. He took the phone from the stand
beside the bed and thanked whoever invented extra long reach cords.
He quietly slipped into the bathroom and closed the door,
not wanting to wake or give any explanations to his childe just yet.
Letting his eyes adjust to the dark, he sat down on the closed toilet
lid and dialed.
"Hello, Buffy residence. What can I do you for."
Spike cringed at the inane giggling.
All humor dropped from the other end of the conversation.
"Spike! You have a lot of fucking nerve calling here.
What the hell do you want? Cause if it is a piece of wood in the heart I'd
be more than glad to oblige. In fact if you tell me where you are I'll
even come to you. You could order a stake just like ordering a pizza
HA HA HA HA!"
Spike rolled his eyes and picked his teeth.
"Yea, yea, threats of violence, death, destruction, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Look, Slayer, I've got no particular gripe with you I just need to talk
to Angel. Be a love, pull him from out from under your skirt and put
the dick head on the phone, yea?"
"Oh, come on, stop being a bitch and put him on the phone."
Spike could nearly feel the wind through the receiver from the
huff she let out.
"He's not here. As if you didn't know. Thanks to you he's gone.
Moved away. Left. Bon Voageie."
"It's 'Bon Voyage"
"Oh, for Christ sake, slayer, where the hell did he go?"
Spike was beginning to get that same annoying ache in his hair and
teeth that he always got whenever he had to spend time with what
had to be the most annoying slayer in the history of slayers.
He then waited impatiently while a series of sighs and sniffles was
capped off with a loudly blown nose.
"He went to LA to be a hero. Help the helpless. Give hope to
the hopeless. Put coins in expired parking meters. You know,
good guy stuff. He was just too big for little old Sunnydale. We
all miss him terribly."
As fast as Spike's eyebrows shot up, they wrinkled back down.
He wasn't sure what the scam was, but he knew one thing for certain.
Angel was no hero.
Not unless there was something in it for him.
"LA huh? Where in LA?"
By now Buffy realized she had already said to much. The last thing
Angel needed was this disgusting vampire slut leading her Angelface astray.
"None of your damn business. I'll never tell and you can't make me
so why don't you just go back to hell where you belong and stay as far away
from the Hyperion Hotel as possible!"
So there! Buffy positively beamed with pride at her ability to protect the man
Spike would get no information from her!
For once, Spike was enormously grateful for her limited little grey cells.
She may be huge in the muscle and pussy department, but her brain could
rival a slice of toast.
Just as he replaced the phone on its cradle, the bathroom door flew open.
Just as quickly it closed. Then swung open again.
"Hey, you don't poop. What are you doing sitting in here? On that?
With your pants pulled up."
Spike stood up, phone in hand.
"We need to talk, love, and you won't like what I'm about to say
but this is one of those times that you just have to trust your sire
to do what is right. Do you trust me?"
Xander stood, frozen in fear. He nodded causing his thick dark
hair to flop in his eyes. He knew whenever his own father would
say "We need to talk" it never resulted in puppies and cookies.
"Good, come sit down on the bed with me."
Xander followed Spike back to the motel bed and sat close
beside him, waiting.
"First up I want you to remember that your sire loves you no
Xander scooted a little closer and leaned over resting his head
on Spike's shoulder.
"We're going to Los Angeles. To find Angel."
Xander immediately pulled back. Shock and horror
showed on his face as he remembered what the dark angel
had done to his sire just a couple weeks ago.
"NO! Why do you want to see him? He hurts you and not
in the good way."
Xander blushed as he remembered his day of painful pleasure
in the haunted house.
"You want him instead of me. You love him more cause he's your
sire and there is nobody in the world more important than a sire."
Xander covered his face with his hands and sobbed pitifully.
Immediately Spike pulled him close and, pulling his hands away,
covered his face with kisses.
"No, love. You're wrong. The most important person is a childe.
You are my most important person. Unfortunately that rat bastard
has something we need. Something we need very much.
He has information."