This is a fic I started a while back but never finished. Some might remember it.
Title: Spike's Trip to Hell
Author: Larry P
Pairing: Xander (with every man in Sunnydale) and, of course, Spike
Summary: Spike gets a call from his Sire, Angelus, to come and help him with a problem on the Hellmouth
Disclaimer: I don’t own them; They're Joss'. I just use them for my stories.
Warning: If you don't like Xander acting like a slut, then please don't read this. But for the rest of you, enjoy.
A/N: I would like to thanked Alex for the great beta work.
The two dark figures sat at the bar, slowly nursed their drinks and stared at the blood red telephone that sat at the end of the bar with dread. Would they be the ones for whom the bells on that evil thing tolled? Unable to tell what the future held, they turned back to face the mirrored wall.
"When was the last time you were called?" the tall, dark figure in the leather jacket asked the other.
"About four days ago," the shorter man with the spiked hair said with a sigh. "The days are getting fewer and fewer; I fear that he will make a bed for me in the corner of his room and never let me leave." The other man nodded his head.
"Yeah, it has been a week for me," the man said, taking a sip of his drink. "I had to slip sleeping powder into his morning glass of milk just to get away. He said he planned to try out his new blessed Cat of Nine on me."
"I understand, man. You had to do what you had to do," the short man said as he motioned for a refill. "You would think he would have run out of ideas by now." Both men sat in a moment of silence. "Angelus, do you every think that he will settle down?" the short man asked.
"I don't know, Oz; I just don't know," Angelus said as he asked for a refill, as well.
When a newcomer walked into the bar, everyone became quiet. When they saw who it was, the noise picked back up again. As the man made his way over to Angelus and Oz, they saw that he was carrying a bundle of silks and a riding crop under one arm and something made of leather under the other.
"The old Kentucky Derby, huh Ripper?" Angelus commented with a grin. "Don't tell me he made you play a jockey." Ripper took a seat next to Oz and placed the leather thing on the bar. It was a horse's saddle with a good-sized hole in the seat.
"No," the man said with a sigh. "I was the horse. Bartender, a glass of fifty-year-old and an ice pack, please." When the barkeep put the scotch and the ice bag on the bar, Ripper picked up the drink with one hand and held the ice pack in his lap with the other. "Let me tell you gentlemen a certainty; we are going to have to do something about that young man."
"I know what you mean. I have had my soul restored seven times in the last month. So, I decided the hell with it. Why must I waste all that time and money to have it restored if he just makes me lose it again?" Angelus said. "Not like it's going to make any difference. It's not the name ‘Angelus’ that has everyone running away screaming nowadays." The other two men nodded their heads in agreement.
"That's just it. He's not afraid of anyone; and you know what they said about a man with no fear," Ripper said. "Maybe, just maybe, if we..." he was interrupted when the dreaded red phone rang. Everyone in the bar gasped and stared at the much-hated thing. The bartender, who was fixing a drink for someone at the other end of the bar, dropped both the glass and the bottle and raced down to answer it.
"Hello," the bartender said nervously. After a few minutes of listening to the man on the other end of the line, the bartender looked up and scanned the entire bar until he found who he was looking for. "Yes sir, he is here. Yes sir, right away." After he hung up the phone the bartender called out to the man he was staring at.
"Justin, you’re up. He wants you to arrive in twenty minutes." Angelus, Oz and Ripper followed the barkeep’s gaze to a sandy blonde-haired vampire on the far side of the bar. When the young vampire saw that the bartender meant him, a look of pure terror covered his face.
"No, man, it can't be me he wants to see! I was just with him the night before last!" the young vamp said with a terrified grimace. "I'm sure he would want someone new." The vamp turned and looked at one of the others sitting at the table. "How about you, Ross?" he pleaded. "This is my buddy Ross; he has never been called. How about we let him go?" he asked the barkeep. The bartender just shook his head and motioned for the men standing at the door.
As the two very huge men made their way to the young vampire, he turned to his buddy pleading, "Come on, man, you know I would do the same for you." As the two men took hold of the vampire, his buddy looked up at him and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't know you, man." The vampire being dragged away look at him in shock.
"Dude, we grew up together. The same person sired us. I even helped you kill your ex-old lady who cheated on you. Don't do this to me, man." The other vampire looked down at the table and said nothing as the two men continued to drag him off.
"Hey, you two look like reasonable men. How about we make a deal?" the vamp tried to bargain with the other two. "Just name your price and I will pay it. You guys want money? I can get you all you need. Or how about sex? I can introduce you to this six-tittied ver'al demon that will have you cumming for hours." When the other two made no move to stop, the young vampire started begging.
"No, please, you can’t do this to me! The last time I was with him he nearly drained me and that was just when he was playing. Please, someone help me! I'm too young to become his bitch. For the love of everything dark and unholy, noooooo..." were the last words heard from him as the two man dragged him out of the bar. With the excitement over, everyone went back to what they were doing.
"You know, I think I scared him awhile back," Oz said as he took a sip of his drink. "Or I thought I did at the time."
"Tell us what happened," Ripper said as he finished his drink and asked for another.
"Well, I had been with him for three days straight as his dog slave. He dipped me, chipped me, fed me, bathed me and he even groomed me. I had finally had enough and on the third day I turned and wolfed out on him," Oz said to them.
"That must have surprised him. What did he do?" Angelus asked.
"At first I got a small whiff of fear from him, But then...but then," Oz tried to finish, but his voice started to break. Ripper laid a comforting hand on the young werewolf's shoulder.
"It's OK, we have all been through it. Go ahead and tell us." Oz took a deep breath and tried again.
"But then... he started to scratch me between my ears," Oz said with a defeated sob. "There was nothing else I could do, man. He knew I had a weakness for that and then my damned back leg started thumping the floor. The next thing I knew I rolled over and offered up my belly and he took me and fucked me for two hours. I went home that night bow-legged and wearing a studded dog collar."
"That must have been tough. Here, let me buy you another. Bartender, another round here," Angelus said to the barkeep. The three of them slowly sipped their drinks for a few minutes before Angelus got an idea. "Guys, I think I know of a way to get us all some much needed free time. I have this one Childe who might be the answer to our prayers. He was always a cocky little bastard who thought I couldn't tame him. So he would never back down from a challenge. What if we got him to come here and help with our little problem?" Angelus asked with a slightly evil grin.
Ripper and Oz's eyes widened with hope. "Do you think you can get him to come?" Oz asked, the hope rising in his voice.
"Oh yeah, he will come. He may think he is cock of the walk now, but he still knows his place. If I tell him to come, he will come," Angelus said, rubbing his hands together. "Hey bartender, hand me the phone, please. I need to make a call." When the bartender went to pick up the red phone, everyone in the bar gasped and Angelus vamped out. "Don't you touch that fucking thing. I meant the other phone - the OTHER phone!" Angelus snapped, pointing to the phone across from him on the back bar. After the bartender handed him the phone, Angelus picked up the receiver and put it to his ear. He then dialed a number and waited for the other party to pick up.
"Who the bloody hell is this?" the man said on the other end of the line.
"Hey Spike, it's me, Angelus. Listen, Childe, I have a little favor to ask." Angelus, Oz and Ripper shared an evil grin as they put the plan into motion.