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Xander Sammich (or, Xander in the Middle)	By : Chickalupe Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander Views: 17039 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Xander rolled over, glanced at the clock, groaned, and flopped an arm over his face. '3:30 p.m. What did I do last night? Fight the Hangover Demon?' His tongue felt thick and wooly, like he'd been eating a sweater. 'Oh man, if this is how I feel after drinking, I'll never touch the stuff again. Obviously, the famous Harris iron liver has skipped a generation.' He rolled to the edge of the bed, gingerly placing his feet on the floor. 'Let's see if we can try to make it to the bathroom in one piece, yes?'

A hot shower was a big step towards making him feel like one of the living again. He wandered into the kitchen, towel slung low on his hips. Xander wondered if his stomach was capable of breakfast-- or mid-afternoon snack, as it were. He yawned, heading towards the coffee. 'Why is it so dark in here?' All the curtains in the apartment appeared to be closed. He decided his brain would be up to pondering this after large amounts of caffeine. Two figures glanced up at him from their seats at his kitchen table.

"Afternoon, Xander."

" 'Ello pet, sleep well?"

"Hey, Angel. Hey, Spike." Xander yawned again, reaching for the instant coffee. He fixed himself a cup, and popped it in the microwave. As he waited for it to heat, he searched his cabinets for anything edible. Hmm, no cereal, but look, a pack of Chow Mein noodles. Those would work in a pinch. He poured some in a bowl, splashing milk over them, and took an experimental bite. He'd eaten worse. Xander shrugged and quickly downed the rest of it. The microwave finally dinged, and he gulped half the coffee at once, uncaring that it scorched his tongue. He leaned against the counter with a sigh, cradling the warm mug to his chest. 'Ahh, much better. I almost feel ready to think now.'

Xander looked up. His table still held two vampires, both of whom were looking at him almost expectantly. He gave them a sleepy smile, placing his mug in the sink. They exchanged a look with each other. Suddenly, something clicked. "Wait-- what the hell!? You two... and... how did you... huh? Why are you in my apartment?!" Xander looked down, and noticed he was only wearing a towel. The blush started at his scalp and went all the way to his feet. With a yelp, he dashed into the bedroom.

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After they had tucked Xander in, Spike and Angel had planned on leaving, but were prevented by the impending sunrise. They'd spent longer watching the young man sleep than they thought; almost an hour. Both Angel and Spike were furious with themselves; a vampire's finely tuned sense of when the sun would rise was a basic of undead survival. Any fledge knew about that. That, and avoiding Italian food. They had been too distracted to notice their internal 'sunshine-makes-me-burst-into-flames' alarms going off.

"Is there any sewer access in this building?" asked Angel, mentioning his usual form of daylight transportation.

"Well, I didn't see any, Peaches. An' there's no basement, so somehow I doubt it." Spike thought for a moment. "Guess we could always use the old standby; throw a blanket over our heads, run like hell, hope for the best."

Angel frowned and shook his head. "I don't really want to try that, do you?"

"No, but the whelp won't be too keen on us stayin' here all day." Spike said matter-of-factly.

Angel voice was gentle. "I'm sure he'll understand, after all." They shared a look, and both knew they were remembering what had been revealed in the bar.

Spike nodded. "So, staying here, then." The two vampires stood around awkwardly for a moment, before heading for Xander's bedroom on silent agreement.

Sitting on the foot of his bed, the two creatures of the night kept vigil over the defenseless boy. After watching Xander's chest rise and fall for a bit, and listening to his gentle snores, Angel cleared his throat.

"Spike, there's something I should tell you."

"Yeah?" came the careless reply.

"Spike; well, you see... a few months ago--"

"Spit it out, Peaches."

Death glare from Angel. "You see this?" He pointed to his left ring finger. A black ring of Celtic knot-work had been tattooed around it.

"Yeah, so? What's it for, 'sides looking snazzy?"

Almost inaudibly, Angel spoke. "It anchors my soul to me. Permanently."

Dead silence-- literally. Spike looked flabbergasted.

Angel spoke hurriedly. "I saved the life of a young girl, a few months back. Cordy had a vision of her being attacked by a Fyarl demon in an alley. We killed it. See, it turned out the girl's grandmother was a full-blooded Gypsy, from a different tribe than the Kalderash. A feuding tribe, in fact. As thanks for saving her granddaughter's life, she offered to perform a ritual to bind my soul to me. And, well, you see the result."

Spike finally spoke. "So, guess this means you can get your end away without going all Angelus-y, yeah?" His tone was bored, but his eyes showed that he was pleased for his Sire.

Angel mock-glared at him, then turned serious again. "I haven't told Buffy because... she's happy now. She's moved on, and she doesn't need to be reminded of what could have been. I've finally realized that what we had was never meant to be. We were doomed from the start; a vampire in love with a Slayer. I've accepted it, and I think she has too. All that's left are the memories and the regrets."

There was an agreeable silence before Spike spoke again. "Plan on ever telling her?"

Angel gave a half-hearted shrug. "Someday, yes. But somehow, I think she's gonna figure it out." Both glanced down at Xander in repose.

"Yup," said Spike. "Seems somethin' new has cropped up."

After they had watched him sleep for an hour or two, they raided Xander's fridge. There was eyebrow raising on both parts when they found several packets of pig's blood.

"Is this for us?" Angel asked uncertainly.

"Well, Peaches, I doubt he's using it in recipes," was Spike's wry comeback. As they drank their breakfast, the two vampires considered this new layer to the Xander Harris puzzle.

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They sat around waiting for hours for the boy to wake up, both taking short cat naps. Xander finally put in an appearance mid-afternoon. They heard the sounds of him in the shower, then the boy waltzed into the kitchen wearing nothing but a little scrap of a towel. Spike and Angel both sent appreciative looks over the play of muscles revealed by his lack of attire. 'Christ, where does the whelp put all that during the day? Who knew that those horrid clothes of his were hiding..this?' Spike gave a mental wolf-whistle.

When the boy glanced at them and didn't immediately say anything, they greeted him helpfully.

"Afternoon, Xander."

" 'Ello, pet, sleep well?"

Xander was unfazed. "Hey Angel. Hey Spike." he said, yawning.

Spike grinned to himself. 'Apparently, someone doesn't think too fast on his feet when he first wakes up!' They sat back and watched as Xander ate, waiting for the fireworks to start. The young man looked at them over his coffee cup. 'Here it comes.' Spike steeled himself.

"Wait-- what the hell!? You two...and...how did you...huh? Why are you in my apartment?!"

The blush spreading over the young man's golden skin was tantalizing. Spike looked on admiringly as the flush of blood stole over Xander's entire body. 'Mmm, nice, luv.' The boy ran back into his bedroom. The two vampires went and sat down on the couch to wait. In what could only be some sort of record for speed dressing, Xander was back inside of fifteen seconds, clad in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

He flopped down in a chair facing them. "Alright, so, vampires in my home. What's up?" Xander sounded surprisingly calm. Angel and Spike shared yet another look. Neither was fooled by his forced attempt at casual; able to hear how fast his heart was beating.

Angel spoke soothingly. "Xander, we hate to barge in, but the sun was rising, and..."

"--And, you chose against becoming walking torches. I guess I can understand that." Xander was calming down, his heartbeat returning to normal. He frowned. "Um, I don't really remember anything after we met up last night."

Spike chuckled. "You passed out, pet. After three drinks."

The young man groaned, embarrassed. He covered his face with both hands. "Well, that beats my old record by two..." came the muffled words. Xander uncovered his face, grinning, and all three shared a laugh.

Xander quirked an eyebrow. "I didn't do anything to humiliate myself last night, did I? Everything's kinda fuzzy." Both vampires hesitated slightly, thinking of the revelations of the night before.

Finally, Angel spoke. "No, of course not," but his voice told a different story.

Xander gave him a knowing look. "Which means I did, and you're not telling me now so you two can blackmail me later. I'm on to your dastardly scheme, Deadboy."

Spike snickered. "Yup, got it in one, pet."

Xander thought of something else. "Hey, if I was snoozing, how'd you two get in?"

"With the key, luv." said Spike, as if it were blindingly obvious.

Xander speared him with a look. "You know what I mean, Blondie."

Angel answered him haltingly. "There's a... you have...a welcome mat outside."

Xander looked thoughtful. "Oh, yeah, forgot about that." It was their turn to be eyed speculatively. The two vampires began to squirm under his gaze.

Suddenly, Xander was all gracious host. "Have you guys eaten?" He stood up, walking into the kitchen. "Oh good, you found the blood." he said with his head in the fridge.

Angel spoke. "Yeah, we weren't sure..."

"That's what it's there for." Xander pulled his head out of the refrigerator and gave them a grin. "Always be prepared, that's my motto! No wait, that's the Boy Scouts." Xander quipped.

Spike sniggered, "Yeah, pet, took care of us real good. Saw to our every need, even."

Both vampires were fairly knocked backwards by the wave of Xander's arousal that crashed over them at Spike's words. Angel widened his eyes, and Spike inclined an eyebrow. There could be no question now that Xander found them attractive. Silence issued from the kitchen.

"Xander?" Angel spoke kindly.

"Okay in there, pet?" Spike asked in a silken tone.

A strangled sound came from somewhere in Xander's vicinity. "I-- uh... just remembered... there's something I have to..." another choked noise emanated from Xander, and he made a mad dash for the bathroom, slamming the door. The two vampires sat back with identical groans of frustration, tense; Xander's arousal having an effect on them as well. The smell of the pheromones pouring off the boy was quite delicious to their vampiric noses.

They didn't have to strain to hear the sound of the shower turning on. 'Right, please don't let the whelp have a wank in the bath, don't think either of us would live through that.' Spike prayed fervently to whichever gods hadn't yet deserted him. Angel and he both sighed with something like relief as the sound of water hitting flesh brought with it a decrease in the scent of arousal, finally all but disappearing. 'Good, cold shower, smart lad.'

Spike and Angel locked eyes, looking equally harried.

"Close one, that," Spike said croakily.

"Really," Angel agreed, clearing his throat. Together, they sat in silence.

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