Fic: LWR Leaving Sunnyhell

Sequel to Lovers Walk Redux, taking place immediately after the end of that fic. It would make much more sense if you read that first. Part 1, Part 2



Xander kept stealing glances at Spike. His sire was driving and bouncing along to the music blaring from the speakers, his hand still resting on Xander’s thigh. There was no other way to put it: Spike looked cute. Xander giggled at the thought. His sire would get so pissed if he realized that his childe thought of him as cute.

“And you’d be giggling, why, pet?” Spike asked.

“No reason.” Xander grinned, leaning in to kiss Spike’s cheek.

The blond smiled at the easy gesture. He loved having Xander as his childe and he was determined not to lose him. Which was why he was going as fast as the Desoto would go, trying to put as many miles between them and Sunnydale as he could. The Slayer would know by now, he thought and unconsciously speeded up even more.

“Didn’t sound like “no reason” to me.” He said, shifting his left hand so that it lay closer to Xander’s crotch. “Already earned one punishment tonight, love. Let’s not make it two hey?” He continued, still smiling softly.

Ignoring the threat of punishment, Xander shimmied, trying to move his sire’s hand upwards. He’d been hard throughout the ride and Spike’s hand felt like it was burning a hole through his jeans.

“You looked cute. With the bouncing and the singing and the holding of my thigh and could you move your hand up? Please?” He babbled, moving as close as he could to his sire.

“No.”

Xander pouted, looking at Spike through lowered lashes. “Please?”

“No.”

He trailed his hand up his sire’s thigh, leaning forward to nibble on his neck. “Pleaaaaaase?” He whined.

“No, pet. It’s part of your punishment.” Spike said calmly, unable to stop a note of fondness creeping in his voice. The boy looked so cute when he was begging. “Now go back to your seat.”

Ignoring Spike’s words, Xander moved again trying to ‘accidentally’ move his sire’s hand only to gasp in pain when Spike’s grip on his thigh went from caressing to fucking painful.

“I said; go back to your seat, Xander.” Spike said, and the brunet knew his Sire had spoken.

Sighing sadly, Xander scooted over as far as he could, moulding himself against the door, and looked steadfastly outside.
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A few miles behind them, Buffy was pacing the hospital corridor, trying hard not to burst out crying.

“Oz, are you sure? I mean, you could be wrong, maybe he wasn’t a vampire.” She said for the billionth time.

Oz just nodded sadly, staring at the door of Willow’s room. It had taken her most of the day to stop crying and the doctors finally gave her some sedatives to help her rest. Only family was allowed in to see her, though, and as Oz wasn’t family, he had to wait outside until the doctors said it was okay for him to go in.
“Buffy, Oz has assured you time and again that Xander has been turned. It would be best to accept the fact that we lost him.” Giles replied as calmly as he could under the circumstances.

“How can you be so calm about this? Xander’s a vampire! Do you know what that means? He’s gone, and I have to stake what’s left and I’m not sure I can do this.” Buffy burst out suddenly, tears finally falling as she accepted the fact that she wouldn’t see Xander again. Not the real Xander.
“I am far from calm,” Giles said through gritted teeth, “but there’s nothing we can do now other than wait for Willow and Cordelia to wake up. Maybe one of them knows where Spike is now.” Giles glared at Buffy, anger towards the girl showing clearly in his eyes.
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Fifteen minutes later and Xander was still staring quietly out the window. Spike mentally rolled his eyes at his wayward childe. Did he honestly think that a little sulking would get him out of trouble? As if Spike hadn’t tried that himself on both Dru and Angelus. All he’d gotten for his trouble was an extra long beating, something he wasn’t about to give his own boy. Didn’t mean he was going to give in though, Xander would still get his punishment for kissing the little redhead without Spike’s permission.

The blond’s thoughts were interrupted by a squirming bundle jumping on his lap as Xander hid his face in his sire’s neck and whimpered. After trying desperately to take control of the car Spike growled menacingly at his childe.

“The hell is going on, Xan? Didn’t I tell you to stay on your seat, boy?” He roared angrily.

Xander whimpered and tried to get even closer to his sire. “It hurts, Sire, please don’t be angry, it hurts.” He mumbled and suckled on Spike’s neck, careful not to break the skin.

Switching abruptly from anger to worry, Spike tried to understand what had made Xander panic so badly. He gradually realized that the sun had breached the horizon and they were protected only by the blackened windows of the Desoto. An older vampire would get the warning tingle but, like Spike, he’d be able to ignore it if he knew he was safe. With a fledge like Xander though, the warning would only become stronger until the body realized it was safe. With a flimsy coat of paint being the only thing keeping Xander from dusting, the boy must be going crazy with fear.

“Hush, pet. The sun can’t get you in here.” Spike tried to reassure him, but the trembling wouldn’t stop and Xander’s suckling had become even more frantic. They’d have to stop somewhere for the day, Spike thought resignedly. He’d forgotten how hard it was to travel with a fledge. He’d wanted to put even more distance between him and Sunnydale, but he couldn’t very well let his boy panic himself to a second death.

He pulled over in the next motel and tried to disentangle Xander from him so he could go get a room. Taking a trembling, crying Xander inside with him would only draw attention they didn’t need right now. Unfortunately, his childe refused to unlatch and Spike finally had to order him to stay in the bloody car.

The minute his sire left the car, Xander curled himself into a ball and slid down between the seat and the dashboard, hiding his face between his knees and sobbing his fear. He didn’t understand what the hell was going on, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was going to die and his sire didn’t seem to care.

Before the thought had time to settle in his head, the door opened and his sire slid inside, smoking slightly.
“Please, Xan, calm down a bit. We’re nearly there okay? Just calm down.” Spike said and Xander tried to obey; he tried so hard, but the feeling was still there and he couldn’t help but shiver and cry. He was going to lose his sire. He was going to die and leave Spike and then his sire would find someone else to love, and Xander would be dead and all alone and he wished that Spike could save him.
He was so caught up in his pain; he hadn’t realized the car had come to a stop until he felt himself being lifted in Spike’s arms. Whimpering softly, he held on to his sire, lamenting the fact that he would lose him.

Thanking every god and demon that he’d managed to park in the shadow, Spike sprinted for the room, holding Xander close to him. His childe’s whimpers were driving him crazy with worry. He sounded like he was dying. Spike crashed into the room and laid Xander on the bed, allowing the boy to draw him close and murmuring words of comfort.

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Willow sat in her bed, listening to Buffy and Giles rage at Xander’s fate and threaten Spike with all kinds of bodily harm. She was still trying to understand what’d happened. Fearful of the full moon, Oz had already gone to lock himself up but he’d been adamant that Xander was a vampire when they left the mansion. But he’d let them go. He’d kissed her like Xander did.

“Please Oz. Just go, and take Willow with you. Please.”

He’d begged Oz to take her away. But he was a vampire, he wasn’t supposed to care about her. He was supposed to kill her. He was not supposed to kiss her and let her go.

Blocking out the sound of Buffy and Giles arguing, (Why did they do that anyway? They never argued, not like this), Willow tried hard to think. When he’d walked out of that room Xander seemed…happy.  And when he saw her he was worried. About her? Why would he be worried about her if he was a vampire. About himself? He could have just killed her. Unless he didn’t want to do that. It just didn’t make sense.

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Xander gradually relaxed and became more aware of his surroundings. He opened his eyes, immediately reaching for his sire and pulling him even closer.

“Sire?” he asked timidly.

“Oh thank fuck you’re back, pet.” Spike breathed a sigh of relief. “You scared the hell out of me, moaning and mumbling about leaving me.”

Xander frowned, trying to remember how they got into a motel room.

“What happened? I thought I was… I was dying wasn’t I?”  He finally asked.

“No, pet. It was just your warning system going crazy. Didn’t feel safe in the car with the sun shining down.” Spike explained running his hands up and down Xander’s body as if trying to warm him up.

“Oh. Well that’s not good then.” Xander said, still trying to figure out what happened.

“Never mind that, luv.” Spike reassured him, shifting around the bed to spoon against the brunet’s back. “Sleep a while, we’re leaving again at sundown and I wanna get your punishment done before that.” The younger vampire tensed a little until Spike repeated once again that it wouldn’t be so bad, “You’ll like some of it, pet. Just don’t go thinking all punishment will be like that.” He murmured and Xander finally allowed himself to relax enough to sleep.

All too soon, his sire woke him up again. Mumbling sleepily, Xander tried to hide under the covers and go back to sleep but four little words woke him right up.

“Time for your punishment.”

Spike watched as his boy went from relaxed slumber straight into tense anticipation. Good. No need for Xander to get too cozy.

“Undress, pet and then get on the bed on all fours.” He ordered, using his ‘sire’ voice.

Xander immediately jumped out of bed and stripped as quickly as he could.

"Get on the bed, Xan.” Spike prodded when he saw the boy hesitate.

Xander just stood there looking at him sadly.

“Now Childe.” Spike growled.

Xander winced at his Sire’s tone and immediately clambered on the bed. He hadn’t meant to disobey, but the thought of what the punishment could be scared the hell out of him. He’d read the Watchers’ Journals and he knew what kind of punishment Angelus loved to inflict on his childer. Despite Spike’s assurances to the contrary, Xander was still terrified of what lay ahead.

He knelt on the bed, ass in the air, waiting. He shivered as he felt the bed dip and a cool hand pat his ass.

“Ready for your punishment, Childe?” Spike asked and Xander screwed his eyes shut as he nodded.

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Buffy and Giles were so intent in their billionth argument of the day, that they didn’t even notice Willow sneaking out of the hospital room. After hours of thinking and analysing everything, Willow had decided that the best course of action was...well…action! All she had to do was wait until yet another argument broke up between slayer and watcher and make a quiet exit. She didn’t know why those two were arguing so, but it would have to wait until she fixed Xander. A witch can only do so much at one time, she thought as she made her way to Giles’ apartment.

Finding the necessary ingredients for the spell was easier than she’d thought. Giles was too busy arguing with Buffy to help, she told herself as she started casting the spell. Besides, she knew what she was doing. She’d done it once before, after all.
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Xander felt a sting as Spike's open palm came down hard on his ass. He squealed in surprise, and Spike laughed at the sound before raining more blows down on him. After the initial squeal, Xander took his punishment quietly, grunting every so often when Spike smacked a particularly sensitive spot. His sire made sure to spread every slap evenly, making sure that each centimetre of his ass was given the same treatment.

At first, Xander had gotten gradually more aroused by the spanking, pushing against his sire’s hand and moaning in pleasure. He thought he’d gotten off lightly but as the smacks kept coming down and the pain just increased with each hit, he revised his opinion. By the time Spike spoke again Xander’s cock was flaccid, his ass was bright red and he was trying hard not to cry.

“Why are you being punished, Childe?” His sire asked, hand still relentlessly smacking Xander’s ass.

“B-because I kissed Willow.” He managed to gasp out, stubbornly holding the tears in.

“Good boy. Why would you be punished for that then?” Spike demanded.

Xander didn’t reply immediately and suddenly the smacks came harder and faster.

“Fuck. Please sire…because I belong to you!” He burst out, tears finally coursing down his cheeks.

“And I am?” Spike insisted, slowing down a bit.

“My sire, my everything.” Xander sobbed out, openly crying now. “Please sire, I’m sorry. Please stop.”

The blows tapered down to nothing and Xander felt strong arms draw him to his knees and gather him close.

“Good boy, such a good boy. Won’t ever do that again will you now?” Spike asked softly.

“No, sire. I promise.” He whimpered and held on tight, burying his face in the blond’s neck.

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Willow sat back and smiled in satisfaction. The spell had worked! Now all she had to do was find Xander. Grabbing Giles’ car keys had been way too easy, she giggled as she climbed into the car and carefully placed the orb on the passenger seat.

A part of her was still expecting Xander to pop in the car with her, off to save the world again. But he was gone now and she had to do what she had to do. Whatever the cost, Xander came first. Wearing her resolve-face she started the car and drove off to find her friend.
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“Lie down, pet. Let’s see if we can cool you down a bit.” Spike said and Xander was relieved to hear the return of his sire’s more caring side. He eagerly climbed on the bed and lay onto his front, relaxing as much as he could with his ass throbbing in pain.

Xander wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it definitely wasn’t the feel of Spike’s tongue licking his cheeks. Moaning softly he arched his ass against the blond’s cool tongue, feeling his cock harden again.

Spike licked and nibbled on his boy’s ass, enjoying the taste and feel of the soft skin. He made sure to cover every inch of reddened skin before making his way to the cleft between Xander’s cheeks.

“Spread your legs for me, pet.” He growled against the skin, smirking when his childe hastened to obey him. “Good boy, now reach back and hold yourself open. Didn’t get a chance to play with you last time.”

Spike settled himself between Xander’s spread thighs, marvelling at the beauty of his childe, laid out before him like that, open and wanting. He could practically see the boy’s hole twitch in anticipation. Grinning to himself, he leaned down and licked at the strip of skin just behind Xander’s balls, feeling the brunet tense and immediately push towards the sensation.

“Such a little slut, aren’t you, pet? Just for me though. Isn’t that right?” Spike asked softly, placing little licks around Xander’s pucker.

“Yes, only yours. Nobody else, please Spike, don’t stop.” Xander moaned and thrust down again.

Satisfied at his childe’s response, Spike pushed his tongue inside the puckered opening, dragging it along Xander’s clenching passage. Moments later, the brunet was practically on his knees again as he pushed back, trying to get even more stimulation. Spike went on sucking and licking his ass relentlessly until he felt his childe trying to rub himself against the bed.

“None of that now, pet.” He commanded harshly, grabbing Xander’s hips to keep him still.

“Sire, please, I need to come, please Spike need it so bad.” The boy babbled madly abandoning his efforts to find friction and pushing back into Spike’s hands.

“Want me to fuck you, Xander?” the blond teased, dropping his head to lick at the now thoroughly wet hole.

“Yes, oh God yes, please Spike!” Xander moaned and writhed in response.

“Back on all fours, luv.” Spike smiled at the desperation in his boy’s voice and quickly undressed himself before returning to the bed. He slicked up two fingers and without giving Xander any notice he slammed them inside the loosened hole.

Xander screamed when he felt fingers thrust inside him and immediately started moving back and forth, fucking himself against them. All too soon the fingers retreated and the brunet moaned in disappointment.

“Let’s make sure you learned your lesson, pet. Who do you belong to?” Spike asked, just as Xander felt something blunt brushing against his hole.

“You Sire, no one but you.” He swore and pushed back hoping to slide Spike’s cock inside him. All he got for his effort was a soft laughter as the blond followed his movement, his cockhead still teasing Xander.

“Good boy, now time for your reward.” Spike whispered and suddenly Xander was full of his sire and it burned–oh God it burned–but it felt so good to feel himself being forced open like that.

“Want to come, pet? Want me to wrap my hand around your cock and bring you off?” Spike asked, barely moving after the initial thrust.

“Damnit, Spike don’t tease me!” Xander growled slipping into game face and glaring at his sire over his shoulder.

“Tsk tsk tsk, not the right answer, Xan.” Spike drawled and Xander growled harder when the movement slowed down even more.

“Please sire, I need to come.” He begged, wriggling his ass, trying to get Spike to move.

“See? All you had to do was ask nicely,” Spike said and immediately started fucking him hard and fast, thrusting in with such force that Xander had to use all of his strength to stay on his knees. 

“Spike, please touch me, please.” Xander moaned, voice trembling with exertion.

Spike leaned forward laying himself flat against Xander’s back and reaching under his childe to his cock, jerking him off in time with his thrusts. He felt Xander clench around him and groaned against the brunet’s skin.

“Yes, pet, just like that.” He moaned when Xander tightened his muscles again and sank his fangs in his boy’s neck.

“Oh fuck, yesssss.” Xander hissed, his sire’s bite pushing him over the threshold.

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Willow looked at the motel room door, holding the orb carefully in her hands and psyching herself up. She had to do this. It was for Xander’s happiness. He was her best friend and he deserved this. Taking a deep breath she slammed open the door and marched into the room.

The moment Xander saw his friend walk in he thanked every God and demon in the world that she hadn’t walked in a few moments earlier. Then he grabbed hold of his growling sire, trying to keep him from attacking Willow.

“Are you insane? What the hell are you doing here anyway?!” He yelled over Spike’s growling and watched in horror as his sire easily broke his grasp and launched at Willow.

Horror turned into puzzlement when Spike bounced back without even touching her.

“I may be insane but I’m not crazy. I brought protection!” She grinned at Xander and showed him the glowing orb. “Personal space turns into home and vamps can’t come in without an invite. I tried it once before and it worked!” She explained proudly and Xander couldn’t help but smile at her. That’s his Willow, always looking for the solutions.

“You are not getting him back.” Spike growled angrily, putting himself between Willow and his childe.

“I don’t want him back!” Willow exclaimed and, seeing Xander’s crushed look, rushed to explain. “I mean, I do want him back but I want him to be happy more. ‘Cause I know his soul’s gone, but there must be a bit of Xander left, right? Because he still loves me. Otherwise he would have killed me back in Sunnydale, he wouldn’t have made Oz take me away but he did so he still cares for me so he’s still Xander. Just missing the soul, right?” She looked at Xander beseechingly, sighing in relief when he nodded.

“So I figured, his soul must be in heaven, cause where else would Xander go? But the rest of him? I want that to be happy too. I just wanted to be sure he was happy. So I cast a locator spell and I found you and I just wanted to say that if you make him unhappy, I will know and I will hunt you down and bring the slayer with me.” She glared at Spike, making sure he understood she meant what she said.

The blond stared at her in amazement. Fucking, hell how does she breathe? He thought and made a mental note to ask Xander about that. He’d thought his boy could babble on, but this one, she beat even him!

“Buffy is so going to want a piece of you, well, when she gets done arguing with Giles, she will. He seems to be happy, and that’s how Xander should be and oh look you’re naked, so I think I’ll go now.” Eyes wide open as she suddenly realised what she had walked into, Willow rushed from the room.

Xander leaped out from the bed and ran to the window to watch her go, waving at her as she passed by their room in Giles’ car.

“She wants me to be happy.” He declared, grinning at his sire. “She drove all the way here because she wants me to be happy! And hey! Since when does Willow drive?!”

Spike smiled, content to see his childe excited and happy. “Sun’s almost down. Where do you wanna go next, then.” He asked, reaching for his jeans.

“Egypt! Always wanted to ride a camel. Or, oh! Can we go to India? I wanna see the elephants!” Xander babbled as he got dressed, happily contemplating his future. Maybe he’d send Willow a postcard every now and then, let her know he was still happy. He’d send one tomorrow in fact; tell her all about the subjects of the spell Spike had made her cast. Grinning at the thought of the Scoobies’ reaction to that bit of news, he followed his sire out into the night.