Magic Moments

Spike and Xander trudged wearily back from the Skuki’s underground lair. When the naughty blue demon had unleashed it’s mojo and impregnated Xander with Spike’s child, it had specified that they were both to return with the children for a spot of show and tell.

Spike had envisioned this meeting going one of several ways. And each one of those ways had involved some sort of gut spillage or organ shuffling. He hadn’t expected to be thanking the demon. He also hadn’t expected that he would have bought it a gift.

“Okay, *that* was exceptionally weird.”

“Was a bit, eh?”

“Kinda creepy.”

“Yup. But look on the bright side, pet. At least the Skuki didn’t cast any more spells on us.”

“That’s because it was too busy laughing at us. Apparently, a pregnant man is something to make fun of.”

“I think that was the whole point to this strange story; a couple of cheap laughs and the satisfaction of pulling someone’s strings.”

“I guess we got something good…something great out of it,” Xander said, as he reached down and stroked Jamie's and Adric’s hair.

Spike grinned down at the tiny girl in his carrier and he was rewarded with an enormous cheesy grin in return.

“Exactly. That’s the spirit. Now come on, luv. Push that stroller faster. We’ve got more people to see. Ain’t that right, little Kathy? You guys are gonna meet your Great Grandad.”

“WAAAAHHHHH!!!!”


**


It had been a week since the babies had been born and Spike and Xander were still living in the basement of doom. But with only another week until Xander’s parents came back and questioned the presence of three screaming children, they needed to find somewhere else to live. There was one big problem with that. Money. Xander was on minimum wage and apartments were costly.

Hence The Master Plan.


The phone call to Angel has consisted of Spike ‘politely’ asking his Grandsire to come and visit. Of course, Angel had been in the middle of some pesky apocalypse at the time and he had pencilled Spike into his diary for a week later. Apparently this particular apocalypse had a start and finish date. So either Angel would be arriving on that very date or planet Earth would be blown into smithereens.

Spike rested against the headboard of the bed that he now shared with his lover. Xander was deeply asleep, as were the triplets. It had been a tiring night. For all concerned.

Still, it may have been tiring but it had it had also been wonderful. They had finally shagged. Yup, nearly a week after their first kiss and the birth of their children, they’d had sex for the first time. And wasn’t that weird, when you really thought about it?

And the lack of carnal pleasure in the days before really wasn’t for the lack of trying.

On the first night, Xander had worried that the babies might see them. Spike had suggested shutting them in the bathroom and had received a slap for his trouble.

On the second night, after Xander had erected a screen to partition off the room, Spike had gotten over excited and had ended up getting tangled in the light fitting. He’d needed twenty four hours to recover from his injury.

On the third night, passion and need had built up to an explosive point, hands frantically searching and exploring. Tongues duelling and bodies rubbing and…

“WAAAAHHHHHH!”

On the fourth night, passion and need had built up to an explosive point, hands frantically searching and exploring. Tongues…

“WAAAAHHHHHH!”

On the fifth night, passion and need had built up to an…

“WAAAAHHHHHH!”

On the sixth night, last night, the babies had been as quiet as mice. Passion and need had built up to an explosive point, hands frantically searching and exploring. Tongues duelling and bodies rubbing and…

Xander had wondered why the babies were being so quiet. He woke them up.

“WAAAAHHHHHH!”

Surprisingly, after some feeding, rocking, a small amount of cursing and some tender loving care, they had gone right back to sleep. For the entire night.

Well, what were a vampire and his new human lover to do?

Fuck. Like rabbits. And not the dead depressed kind.

Spike snuggled up to Xander and remembered fondly. What a night. Xander was quite a keen lover, and experienced if those blow jobs had been anything to go by. Spike had been quite taken aback. Xander was more than happy to top or bottom, although not at the same time. Obviously.

In short, a good time was had and Spike wondered why he hadn’t tried the sex thing with Xander before.

Because I hated him?

Truth, please.

Because I fancied him like crazy and was too much of a bloody wimp to admit it?

That’s a little more like it.

Xander’s own revelation that he'd been wanting to ravish and devour Spike for near enough a year had filled Spike with a nice warm glow that one only usually got from drinking scalding coffee. Of course, that usually came with a burnt tongue, too.

So, they had both secretly liked each other, more than liked each other and then they had three children together. Then they had the sex. And why would a Hellmouth relationship be any different?

All in all it seemed that, one way or another, this was a relationship that would be lasting quite a while, if only for the sake of the children. But Spike wanted, *needed* more than that. So did Xander. And wasn’t it lucky that Xander had a gabber mouth the size of meteor crater?

So it was all out in the open. They wanted the same thing. They wanted their children. They wanted each other. They wanted the fairy story.

Spike closed his eyes and felt the exact moment that the sun set.

“Wakey, wakey, luv. Time to rise and shine.”

“Don’t wanna. Sore.”

“I’m not bloody surprised. Go on. Get that lovely backside in the shower. I’ll get you some breakfast.”

“Noooooooooo…”

“Peaches called. He’ll be here in an hour.”

“I’m up. I’m up. The Xan-man is up and raring to go.” Xander heaved himself up in one colossal motion that looked as though he’d been hooked by a giant fishing rod and reeled out of the bed.

He was fully aware and fully supportive of The Master Plan, but he was still nervous. Not because he was in anyway intimidated by Angel, but more because Angel was Spike’s family. It was like meeting the in-laws.

Okay, so the only reason that Angel had been invited down to visit them was so that Spike could squeeze a few thousand dollars from him, enough to secure a deposit on an apartment. But Xander still couldn’t help but worry about what Angel would think. Would he approve of him and Spike? In any shape or form? Would he like the babies? Could he in any way accept what had happened without trying to nag, criticise or just generally disapprove?

But was screwing his Grandsire out of a relatively small amount of money *really* the only reason that Spike had invited him? Xander suspected it wasn’t. Not that Spike was willing to admit that. Apart from being a bloodsucking, violent, creature of the night, Spike was really quite a softy. He craved the company of others and family seemed to be of utmost importance. Xander was already absolutely positive that Spike would lay down his life without a second thought if it meant protecting his children.

And him? Would Spike protect him, too? Xander had asked his Magic 8-Ball. Yes.

So, family. Spike loved being in a family. Deadboy was family. Now *that* was a crazy and kinda scary thought.

Xander hurried through his shower and inhaled his breakfast. Time was a'wasting. Together he and Spike dressed their children in their best outfits. Three bottles of milk, two vomiting incidents and a confrontation with a random can of baked beans later, and the babies were dressed in their second best outfits.

The awaited knock came at the door just a moment later and Xander and Spike kissed quickly before Spike opened the door.

“Peaches. Nice night for it. Come on in. Pull up a beanbag.”

Angel stepped through the door and stopped dead. Which was probably because he was dead, if we’re going to get technical about it. Of course, being a vampire, he wasn’t *dead,* dead. Just slightly dead. In a deadish kind of way. Just like Spike! If you needed an example.

Angel sniffed the air and gave Xander and the three babies the evil eye. “Spike,” he said, wearily. “What have you done?”

“Want the long story or the short?”

“Either. Just make sure it’s the true one.”

So Spike told the story, truthfully. It was quite an experience for him, telling the truth. And honestly? He felt quite exhausted afterwards.

Angel felt a little lost. Over the years, Spike had become infamous for getting himself into all sorts of strife. From the time that he’d accidentally sold himself to an all demon brothel in Amsterdam to the time that he’d unwittingly started a chain of events that had threatened to destroy an entire population of Ami’gysuto demons, it had been all Angel could do to untangle each mess as it presented itself. And now this?

“You and Xander?” Angel tried to confirm.

“Yeah.”

“You and Spike?” he asked Xander.

Xander shrugged. “Why not.”

“And this is a willing arrangement?” Angel asked, directing the question to Xander.

Spike was about to protest, but Xander put up his hand to stop him. “Yes. It is a willing relationship. We both want this. And we would have gotten together even without the spell. It just would have just taken an extra decade or so. So there is no problem. Nothing for you to worry about.”

“I see.” Angel avoided looking at the three babies all wiggling around on the bed. They were quite cute and he was getting the urge to tickle them and make cooing noises. Although, the one in pink looked a little bit vicious. He’d probably lose a finger. “And why is it that you asked me all the way here? Let me guess, money.”

“Gets right to the point, doesn’t he?” Spike said, turning to Xander only briefly. He was annoyed. Yes, he did want money. But he also wanted to Angel to meet his children. But the pompous, tight-arsed git wasn’t even going to look at them. “Alright, yeah. I want money.”

Angel stood and pulled out his chequebook. So he was right. Spike only wanted money. It wasn’t that he wanted him to meet his children. “How much?”

Spike was surprised that Angel had asked that, knowing that Spike would probably ask for an arm and leg. And lots of money, too. And it also surprised him that he wasn’t going to have to put The Master Plan into action. But blackmail was so much fun. Damn it. “Couple of grand should do it.”

Angel was surprised. Spike only wanted a couple a grand? He hesitated and pulled out his pen. “Fine!”

“Fine!”

“WAAAAHHHH!”

“WAAAAHHHH!”

“WAAAAHHHH!”

“Oh, geez. You two need your heads banging together,” Xander said with a sigh of frustration. “Here, you take this one.” Xander handed Adric to Spike. “And you take this one.” Xander handed Jamie to Angel and then picked up Katherine for himself and started to rock her until her tears disappeared. He leaned back against the headboard and watched with part amusement and part fondness as the two vampires set to work at calming their charges.

Spike cooed and shushed and blew a raspberry and eventually Adric’s tears quietened to teeny tiny hiccups and a snotty nose.

Angel observed Spike’s antics and attempted to copy him. Jamie stopped crying, but looked up at his Great Granddad with an expression that said, ‘What the bloody hell are you on?’

“You don’t have to do what Spike does,” Xander explained. “Do what feels right.”

“What feels right,” Angel repeated. “Do you like being tickled?” he asked little Jamie. “Let’s see.” And so he tickled.

One hour later and all three babies were thoroughly tickled and worn out to the point of deep sleep.

“Someone’s popular,” Spike noted.

“I like children.”

“Yeah, for breakfast.”

“No. I really do like children.”

“Yeah, for dinner.”

“No. I *really* do love children.”

“Yeah, for…”

“Okay, okay, enough with the crazy-but-dull vampire banter. Can we just get the awkward but necessary stuff out the way?” Xander didn’t wait for a response. “Good. Angel, yes, we need money. And yes, we did ask you here for that reason. *But,* before you get all grumpy and growly, yes, Spike and I really would like you to be a part our lives and our children’s lives.”

Spike growled.

“Shut up, Spike. Angel, despite Spike’s unwillingness to admit what is painfully obvious, we do want you involved and we want your help. But saying that, if you don’t help us we *will* resort to blackmail, as was the original plan. So, unless you want everybody to find out about your *secret* Elvis impersonation gig, you’ll cough up the cash. Now.” Satisfied that he’d made his point, Xander folded his arms and waited.

Angel growled and wrote a cheque, all the while mumbling under his breath about pain-in-the-ass Grandchilder and their pain-in-the-ass boyfriends.

Spike mumbled under his breath as Angel wrote the cheque. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be mumbling about, seeing as he was getting his way, but the moment felt like a mumble was needed. So he mumbled about weather conditions and the price of fish.

“And I *suppose* you’ll want me to baby-sit?” Angel suddenly said. “That’s right, Angel the convenient is here for all your babysitting needs. And I *suppose* you’ll want me to take them for whole weekends, too? You don’t even care how much it would disrupt my life, oh no. You just want to use me. Well, I guess if I absolutely have to and there is no-one else, I could come down and look after them, or you’ll just have to bring them to me. But only in an emergency. Yes, in an emergency. Or if everybody else is busy, or sick. Now you don’t want sick people looking after them. Babies are more robust than you think but they can still get sick, you know. So I suppose I’d take them if it *looked* like someone was going to be sick. Or, of course, if either of you are ill. You can’t take care of them properly if you’re unwell. Or if you’re tired. If you need a break and I’m not doing anything else, then I suppose I could take them. Or if you all needed a change in scenery, I wouldn’t want to think that the babies would get bored, because that only leads to tantrums and then they’ll make themselves ill. And if there is any trouble on the Hellmouth you’d better bring them to me, too. And I will only consider…”

While Angel was talking himself into a lifetime's worth of free babysitting, Spike took the opportunity to grab Xander for a quick kiss and a grope. “I reckon someone’s in love,” he whispered.

“Uh-huh. I think there’s at least one other person, apart from Angel, in this room who’s also in love…Was that too sappy? Or too quick? Did I just totally put you off?”

Spike laughed and groped some more. “Yup. Completely sappy, bloody quick, but no, I ain’t put off. I-I…I, err…thingy you.”

“You thingy me?”

“Yeah, you know. I, erm, err, thingy you. Have done for a while.”

Xander smiled. “Well, in that case, I thingy you, too.”

A loud knock sounded at the door and Spike waved his hand in the general direction. “Get that, would you, Peaches?”

Angel nodded and carried on talking as he went to open the door. “…but only on a weekend, or a weekday if the weekend is no good. And if you really must, I would be willing to let you all stay for Christmas and maybe Thanksgiving.…hello? Who are you?”

Angel opened the door to a large blue demon with a very mischievous grin.

“Spello! Spi’m sback!”

THE END



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