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Trickster's Treat	By : LitGal Category: BtVS AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander Views: 7747 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Trickster's Treat
- 2--2-
- 3--3-
- 4--4-
- 5--5-
- 6-The End
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--Rating---------------------
Oh boy, you have explicit, explicit, kinky vampire sex.
--Pairing(s)-----------------
Vamp!Xander/Angel/Spike
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--Beta-----------------------
Velvet Virago (who also provided the title)
--Author's Notes-------------------
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--Disclaimer-----------------------
Totally don't own these characters. I'm just playing in someone else's sandbox and not making ANY money at all. So, this and all later chapters are written just for fun.

�Oh my god, Xander, you can�t be serious!� Willow howled with laughter as Xander stood in the doorway to Buffy�s house.

�I vant to suck your blood,� he replied in a thick accent as he smiled with his fake vampire teeth. The plastic irritated his mouth, but he needed the fangs for the effect to work. Even with the prices at the new shop, his costume options had been limited, so it was either cheap fangs and cheesy cape, or soldier boy. Tough call, but in the end the cape won him over.

�Is that Angel�s shirt?� Buffy was peering down at him, her squinchy face at odds with her elegant satin gown and tumbles of dark curly hair. As she walked down the stairs the layers of fabric whispered and rustled, not that Xander noticed�he was too busy noticing the way the dress pushed up her chest and pulled in her waist.

�Um,� he looked down at the red silk-covered self. �Sorta,� he admitted.

�I don�t even want to know,� Buffy laughed with a wave of a gloved hand. �I just want to get the kiddies hyped up on sugar and then get them back to the school, so I can still have part of my night off actually off.�

�Ve can do that,� Xander agreed in his best Transylvanian accent, gallantly offering her an arm. Buffy just laughed as the three of them walked out the door: the lady, the ghost, and the vampire.

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The smell of demons slammed into Xander so suddenly that he slipped into game face and snarled at the tiny red horned demon that had a hold of his hand. The demon hissed back and pulled his hand free. Xander pushed his velvet cape back as he scanned the street; something was wrong. Why was he here? Where were his minions? And where were all the humans? The street was full of undersized demons darting between bushes and children so small that they were hardly even worth hunting. Xander wanted larger prey, more dangerous prey. Prey worthy of an ancient vampire like himself.

He strode down the dark street with his cape billowing behind him: dramatic, but sometimes it really was all about style. Well, style and killing. And he was ready for the kill as he scented the air. A thin woman dressed as his prey would have dressed a hundred years ago took one look at him and fainted onto a manicured lawn. She wasn�t worthy.

�Xander!� a woman�s voice called, and he turned to see a luscious red-haired beauty rush toward him. Oh yes, she was worthy. Such a bold and wild woman would be worthy of feeling his passion, at least until her heart stopped beating under his fangs. He smiled silkily as she came skidding to a halt. �Oh my god,� she whispered, and Xander was about to make a comment about her poor choice of words when it occurred to him that she had no scent.
�Vhat are you?� he demanded, his native accent still slightly evident in his deep voice. His arm shot out, but all he encountered was air as his hand passed through her body. Ghost. Xander snorted in disgust. He had no interest in a creature he could neither fuck nor drain. Seeking more interesting prey, he continued down the street.

�Xander!� The apparition tagged after him, but he did not even bother to acknowledge her; she was irrelevant. �It�s a spell, it has to be. Just hold on and I�ll get Giles to fix it, and god Xander, don�t eat anyone,� the ghost called out before fleeing, and Xander couldn�t contain a smile. Of course he would eat someone�just as soon as he could find someone worthy of eating.

He closed his eyes and deeply scented the night air. Warm. Much warmer than home. And now he could feel the vibration of an active portal to hell somewhere near him. Ah, a Hellmouth. And one as powerful as any he had felt in seven hundred years, ever since that small mousy slayer had closed the one near his own beloved home. Xander snarled at even the memory and for the thousandth time, he wished he had done more to the girl than simply drain her. Alas, he had been but a youth, and youth causes foolishness. The Hellmouth made his bones sing with evil, and maybe it was time to leave memories of the old country behind, because he couldn�t remember feeling this good in centuries.

Xander turned his head as he caught the spoor of prey. Not human prey, but humans weren�t the only things worth hunting. In fact humans often weren�t worth hunting at all. But now a pack of vampires moved toward him. Fledges with the reek of humanity and their own graves still clinging to their demonic bodies: a good snack. And one smelled of enough years for him to no longer taste of humanity. With a small wicked smile, Xander wrapped his fingers around the sword concealed beneath his cloak as he started down the street toward the evening�s first sport.

�Oi, it�s Angel�s puppy boy,� the oldest of the pack announced with a sneer as they approached one another. Such a strange creature he was, but beautiful in his own way as he moved with the easy grace of a killer and the swagger of youth. Here was their leader, striding at the front of the group. Xander considered playing his with food a bit first. He stood still and allowed the rest of the pack to surround him.

�So, where�s the slayer and her pet vampire?� the blond punk demanded. Such insolence. Xander would take his time to show this young one the error of his ways.

�I assure you, if I had found a slayer tonight, I vould not still be hunting,� Xander said with a slight shrug. That stopped the blond. He tilted his head to one side in such an obvious gesture of confusion that Xander couldn�t resist laughing. Oh to be so young, to feel and show such strong emotions. To so foolishly betray one�s hand to an elder.

�What�s wrong with you, mate?�

�I haven�t given you permission to call me a mate, young one. Vatch your manners.� Xander laughed again as the eyebrows nearly lifted right off the young one�s face.

�Someone hit you upside the head then?� Xander watched as the blond�s nostrils flared, and then the face froze as he considered his mistake. Obviously, the young one had confused him with someone else and now he finally sensed the danger. Xander was tempted to laugh again at the frozen expression, but now the danger turned real as the young one would decide to either flee or order his pack to attack. It had been many years since Xander had faced so many and he held his arms loosely as he prepared for the game to begin.

�You�re a bloody vampire,� the young leader said in his thick English accent.

�For several centuries, igen. But you, not so long I think,� Xander confirmed. �If you had been around more than one or two centuries, you vould know the danger of challenging me with your�minions.� Xander let the last word fall out of his mouth like a stone, the tone making his contempt for such fledges perfectly clear. One of those minions growled, obviously unhappy with the comment, and Xander had the teaching opportunity he wanted. His sword arced clear of his cape and sliced off the head of the offending vamp and his nearest neighbor before any of the brainless pack could even react. And when they did react, Xander gave a sharp hiss of amusement as they scattered like dust into the wind, obviously in fear of becoming dust as had their comrades.

�Soddin� traitors,� the blond one complained, but he stood his ground. Oh, this was turning out to be a good night after all.

�Your friends appear to have left you to my mercy.� Again with the over-dramatic presentation, but Xander had never been subtle. �Such a pity I have none.�

�Don�t suppose I need those wankers to take care of one challenger.�

�*You* claim this Hellmouth?� Xander demanded, truly surprised now. This one was young, and while he smelled of more strength than a typical youth, he was not what Xander had imagined for the Master of the Hellmouth.

�Yeah, wot of it?� The young one fell back a step as Xander stepped forward, and Xander had to admire how the body slid into a defensive pose almost elegantly.

�You are very young for such a task. Surely you do not think you can hold the Hellmouth from me, do you?� Xander suddenly realized he wasn�t sure what he wanted. If the young one would only submit, Xander could imagine far more interesting games than mere killing. But he had learned the danger of keeping enemies within his house, so if the creature in front of him refused to submit, Xander would have to content himself with ripping out that long graceful neck.

�I figure I can take care of myself,� the young one snapped back, and oh yes, such interesting prey. Not quite a challenge, but certainly not a willingness to submit.

�And just who are you that you can take such good care of yourself at such a young age?�

�Name�s Spike.�

�I have never heard of you, but then I do not keep track of the younger lines. I am Xander sired by Nusa the Strigoi over 900 years ago. Nusa was the daughter of Dracul and was one of his favorite women, until she tried to stake him and trapped him in his crypt for a century or so, but that is all past� � Xander airily waved his hand to dismiss the antics of his own elders, even though he still certainly avoided Dracul.

The blond tilted his chin in a small gesture of defiance. �William the Bloody, turned by Drusilla who was the first child of Angelus,� he arrogantly announced. Ah, so the creature did have some sense of manners after all. Xander considered the young one again.

�And you use �Spike� rather than your true name?� Really, Xander couldn�t understand that.

�Yeah.�

�William the Bloody promises pain and death and what more could a vampire want in a name?�

�Well it�s not my soddin� name now. Now I�m Spike.� The blond snarled, and Xander controlled an urge to grab the young one and slam his head into the ground, but he remembered being young and caring passionately for things that didn�t matter. He controlled the urge to roll his eyes as he nodded and quickly changed the subject. Let the child have his silly name, Xander had other goals in mind.

�Angelus.� Xander considered the name; most vampires had heard it, but only as a legend: a horror story fit for creatures of the dark. A vampire cursed with a soul, which was a story Xander had always believed to be made up by the Romany people. �Angelus, eldest of Darla, cursed with a soul?� Xander asked.

�Yeah, mate, that�d be him. Know him then, do you?� Spike narrowed his eyes as he waited for an answer, and Xander was briefly tempted to break open that head and fish around to find the thoughts within.

�I knew Darla, an ungrateful child who turned on her master. Loyalty seems to be a problem vithin the Aurelius line.�

�Bloody tell me about it,� Spike snorted in disgust, and Xander knew he had found a weakness, only the first of many he planned to find on his newest toy. Xander circled Spike and watched as the younger vampire�s shoulders twitched with an urge to turn but he stood unmoving as though unconcerned by the thought of attack.

�You know I�ll vin this fight,� Xander said calmly. It wasn�t a question, and the young one knew it.

�Know you�ll try.� The challenge had finally been issued, and Spike whirled to face him as Xander leapt. He drove out with his right hand and ignored the young one�s attempts to dodge as he thrust forward with superior speed and strength. His hand closed around Spike�s delicate neck, and he kept his forward momentum going even as fingers clawed at his arm and Spike gnashed his fangs. He drove forward until he had the smaller vampire pinned against a tree, helpless and muttering curses. The boy would have been yelling those curses, but for Xander�s hand crushing his throat until only a soft whisper emerged.

With his free hand, Xander pulled his sword and all sound and movement stopped. Huge blue eyes stared, and the scent of fear threaded beneath that of anger. Xander could only imagine the terror of watching death approach, but even now the young one did not tilt his head and beg for mercy.

�And vill you submit now, child?� Xander asked as he loosened his hold. He was prepared for any number of moves: falling to the ground in abject terror, pleading for mercy, a last attempt to flee. He actually was slightly surprised when Spike chose to attack instead. Spike had lowered his gaze when the sword appeared, but now he threw his weight to the side, breaking free from Xander�s grasp and falling to the side even as he struck out hard with his feet. Spike�s body hit the ground, and Xander had to quickly dance to the side to avoid being taken to the ground himself by a child 800 years his junior. But Xander quickly switched to a reversed grasp on his sword�s hilt while Spike still lay on the ground. Even as Spike pulled his legs under him in order to regain his feet and try for another attack, Xander thrust the sword through Spike�s lower back on the right side, forcing Spike back down to the ground where Xander simply drove the sword through Spike�s body and into the ground below.

�Fucking wanker!� Spike cursed. Xander knelt in one smooth motion, reaching down to close his hand around the back of Spike�s neck. His other hand rested lightly on the pommel of the sword pinning his prey to the ground; he could feel the delightful struggles vibrating up through the blade as Spike panted in pain.

�Little one, this is your last chance. Do you submit?� Xander found himself hoping the beautiful boy would yield since he had no wish to kill the creature, and it had been centuries since anyone had fascinated him enough for him to give up the kill.
�Not goin� ta play bottom boy again, did the worthless bit for Angelus and soddin� well not doin� it again.� The voice was quiet but still amazingly full of defiance. Xander thought for a moment; one of the advantages of age was the patience to put aside the instinct the kill, even when the prey was bleeding and squirming so deliciously.

�Is that what you think you�d be? Vorthless?� Xander rocked back on his heels; in his world any vampire that did not behead you on sight was by that act showing his respect for your worth, but this little one had such strange beliefs. The hand that had rested on the sword reached down to gently stroke Spike�s side, and yes, after three hundred years of experiencing lust as no more than a need to fuck someone, Xander was rediscovering the type of lust that could only develop when one craved a particular partner. He could imagine that delicate and yet muscular body writhing under his own larger frame, bucking in pleasure or fighting in pain.

�I promise you that you have worth to me or you vould already be dust.� Xander tightened his grip on Spike�s nape, keeping the young vampire�s face turned to the dust. �Of course, if you refuse to trust me, refuse to give yourself to me, then you vill have no worth because you vill be dust on my boots.�

�Trust?� Spike spit the word out as though it burned his tongue. Xander stood and Spike went silent again, no doubt expecting the end even as he looked up. Xander pulled out the sword and for one moment enjoyed the sight of his prey sprawled on the ground injured and helpless and waiting for the final blow as he smiled down with a grin full of fang.

�Trust me and I place great value on you, my spirited young one,� Xander assured him before sheathing his sword. Spike turned on one side and used his fingers to explore his ripped and bloody shirt.

�Bloody hell, that was my favorite shirt,� he complained, and Xander laughed. Spike twisted and checked the leather coat for damage but the sword had managed to miss it; of course, Xander also understood this was simply a delaying tactic, but one he was willing to indulge. There were no accusations or counterattacks, so Xander suspected that young Spike had just come as close to submitting as he could. Time for harsher lessons later. Right now Xander had to reward the small steps. He held out his hand and Spike ignored it in favor of clambering heavily to his feet on his own, a hand still pressing his stomach where the sword had come out his front.
Unperturbed, Xander waved dismissively at the tattered garment. �And what vould you have me do about that? Give you my own shirt off my back perhaps?� Xander suggested as he stepped forward. Most young vampires would now take this opportunity to run; most young vampires would have died. Spike stood his ground until they stood face to face, chest to chest, and Xander reached up to finger the damaged shirt and to rub the nipple below. Spike flickered into game face and then quickly back out of it, refusing to admit the power that simple gesture had over him, but Xander was a vampire, he knew what it felt like to know that a powerful creature desired you. And he could certainly smell the growing lust as Spike openly considered Xander�s own shirt, red silk flowing over the strong, wide chest of an ancient vampire.

�Hell no, looks like something Peaches would wear,� Spike almost snorted. Almost. �Except the cape, that�s too nancy boyish even for him.� Xander knew nothing of nancy boys nor peaches, but he could recognize a disrespectful tone. He gave the nipple below his fingers a sharp twist.

�Mind your elders, boy,� he admonished, and Spike�s eyes darkened with lust or rebellion or both. Time for a lesson. Xander reached out and cupped the back of Spike�s head, easily overcoming Spike�s attempts to pull back in order to pull those soft lips to his in a bruising kiss. Pressing his parted lips firmly against those of his captured prey, he opened his mouth, fully expecting a fight, but Spike�s mouth opened easily, and Xander tilted his head slightly so that he could better savour the tastes of his delicious lover-to-be.

So many flavors: the tobacco and whiskey he had earlier consumed as well as the taste of blood still strong in his mouth; the faint taste of a woman, a lover whose scent and taste mingled with Spike�s own in faint wisps; the fear and the rebellion and quite frankly the need to submit�that was all there too. A minion needed no more of his master�s time than it took to give an order, but to make a childe, a companion to survive the centuries, that took care and effort. This one who was clearly worthy of surviving the centuries should still have had his maker to hide behind. He should not have been abandoned, left to not only survive on his own but to hold the Hellmouth. Xander pulled back, resisting the urge to smile when Spike unconsciously leaned into him to prolong the kiss. Perhaps this pretty toy would prove even more amusing than he had hoped.

�So, vill you submit and take your place of safety behind me, your place under me?� Xander�s hand slowly trailed down to the thick denim of Spike�s jeans, possessively cupping the crotch. The answering thrust certainly seemed promising enough. �Or will you fight and die?� Xander still held Spike in his arms from the kiss, and now he pressed his second hand to the wound in Spike�s back where the sword had entered him.

�But Dru�� And again with the refusing to either submit or to challenge. This was becoming tiresome. Xander snarled and curled his fingers hard into the wound, feeling Spike�s trapped body buck up against his with a gasp of pain.

�Enough, child. Either you are mine and you vill trust me to do what I vant, or I will turn you to dust right here.� Xander watched as Spike�s held tilted just slightly before he raised his head defiantly and looked straight at the vampire in whose grasp he stood.

�Won�t leave her helpless,� Spike snarled softly, and then Xander connected the name. Dru�Drusilla. The childe sought to protect his sire. Such a surprising little hellcat he had found this night. If he ever discovered who had magicked him to this place, he would surely offer them a great reward.

�I offer your sire either my protection or my permission to leave, whichever she prefers. However, I offer that only so long as you please me. If you turn to dust, I shall make sure your sire follows you to hell before sunrise.� Xander�s fingers still probed deep into the wound, but Spike stopped pulling away from the pain as he stilled. The threat to his sire forced his stillness where his own lust and pain and fear combined could not. Oh yes, one simply had to know where to apply pressure and the prey always responded.

Spike paused, and seemed to draw a small, unnecessary breath, �Dru sees�sees things in the future, possibilities. Bloody knows when the hunters are on our tails or when somethin�s comin�, good or bad.� Xander allowed a small encouraging smile to show on his face as Spike made a case for his sire�s life; obviously this one was not corrupted by Aurelius disloyalty. It was a good sign.

A better sign was that Spike had put his head down on Xander�s shoulder, his hands hanging by his side without trying to push away or claw his way free. Xander pulled his fingers out of the wound and brought the gore-covered fingers to his mouth where he began licking them clean even as he held Spike in place with his other hand. He could feel Spike�s body tremble from time to time, either from the loss of blood or from fear that his sire�s existence was still in danger. Either way, Xander enjoyed the helpless tremors and Spike�s scent, blooming with anger and anxiety. So perfect. Well, all but for the hair, which was held in stiff locks that irritated the skin of Xander�s neck as Spike pressed against him. That would have to change. He would feel his pet�s soft hair against his skin and under his hand.

�She vill not come to harm by me, and such a strega�such a vitch�would be a velcome addition to my court, which I seem to have misplaced. But I shall simply rebuild. Sadly, most of your minions are not acceptable.�

�Most of my minions are soddin� morons,� Spike corrected him, and this time Xander laughed out loud as his free hand wandered down to explore the curve of Spike�s ass.

�Yes, my lovely little hellcat, I think they are.� Xander nuzzled toward Spike�s neck, and his young one submitted in a way much more significant than saying the words: he dropped his head to the side and exposed his neck. Xander growled with delight as he reached up and pushed the coat off Spike�s one shoulder before fisting the neck of the t-shirt his prey wore and casually ripping it down the front. And still Spike stood, his neck bared, and Xander paused to just admire the sight of the young one with the black fabric hanging in tatters, his long white neck exposed and smelling of fear still.

Such a perfect moment. If only there were the remains of a dozen humans at their feet still warm from the slaughter, he would call it a perfect night. But self-denial wasn�t Xander�s strong suit, so after few exultant seconds he plunged his fangs into that pale neck, feeling the body buck in his arms as he drank the blood of his chosen prey. He felt his own rising lust, which was spurred on by his young one�s moans of pleasure at being taken. He drank as he reached down and pressed Spike�s crotch, unsurprised at the hardness under his hand.

Spike was stronger than he expected, but then he�d had to be without a true master to protect him. Xander reminded himself to watch this one; this was no fledge to be dismissed, but a strong youth verging on becoming a master in his own right. He pulled back as Spike started to weaken and leaned into Xander for support. Yes, Spike needed to learn that; he needed to learn to rely on his new master. Xander ripped his own wrist open and held it to Spike�s lips.

�Drink, my precious hellcat,� he whispered, and a tongue reached out and touched the running blood before the mouth clamped over his wrist and began sucking voraciously while Spike pressed his body to Xander�s own. Xander had expected to give his first punishment, but when the wound closed, his Spike simply licked the remaining drops from his skin without even attempting to open a wound himself. Xander reached out and grabbed Spike by the back of the neck as he pulled him in for another kiss as the reward for knowing his place and his limits.

�Oh god�oh god, oh god, oh god.� Xander pulled back with a snarl. He had not heard or smelled the approach of an enemy, but he quickly realized that it was only the ghost from earlier, babbling. �Oh Xander, what have you done?� she asked with her mouth making a shocked �O�.

�Perhaps your witchy sire knows a spell to rid one of a pesky ghost,� Xander suggested dryly as he slipped an arm around Spike�s waist and used his finger to trace the still red scar of his bite on Spike�s neck.

�Don�t you ignore me, or else you�ll�you�ll end up doing your trig homework by yourself Mr. �I just had to go to Halloween as a vampire�.�

�She been bothering you?� Spike sounded somehow confused, but Xander pulled his young one�s body into his, distracting him by pressing into the bite mark until Spike squirmed in pleasure.

�She�s dead�irrelevant.� Xander whispered as she came even closer. This close he could feel the small hairs on his arms react to her presence.

�Oh Spike, he bit you,� the ghost exclaimed. �It�s a spell, it�s not really him.�

�Think I figured that one out on my own, Red,� Spike commented with an almost human snort of amusement.

�Do you know this annoyance?� Xander demanded, and Spike shrugged at the same time that the ghost made an unhappy noise.

�You are going to be so sorry when this whole spell thing is over, mister,� she insisted as she poked an ethereal finger at him. �And I am so getting Angel.� The ghost turned and ran down the street. Strange town.

�Answer me, little one. Do you know her?� Xander repeated, his tone a little darker than before.

�Yeah, she *was* one of the slayer�s little minions. Appears the slayer might be havin� a problem with her followers all bein� dead one way or another, which is probably why Dru sent me out to kill her tonight.�

�Your sire sent you to kill a slayer?� Xander considered his pet with new respect.

�Oi, taken out two slayers already.� There was a flash of justifiable pride in the young one�s voice. He paused, and finished more thoughtfully, �problem is, this one just keeps gettin� help from her little band of do-gooders.� Well, that did explain the strength he tasted in Spike�s blood, and he would be even more powerful now with Xander�s own ancient blood flowing through him.

�Ve can deal with the slayer tomorrow. Tonight I vant to hunt and then to show you just how much value I place on your submission.� Xander didn�t miss the flinch on his Spike�s face at the word, but his young one would learn the rules and the joys of submission to his new master� after his new master found a meal. Xander planned on sharing a lot of blood with his Spike, to strengthen both his pet�s body and the bond of ownership.

He would make sure that Spike was strong enough to hunt at his side as they took down this new slayer. Xander salivated at the thought of that rich, nearly demonic blood that the slayers carried, and oh yes, it was time for the hunt.
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