Recreation and Renovation

by Josie

Copyright © 2005

josie_h@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters nor make any money from stories etc, and bow down to their original creators Joss, et al., plus all the wonderful online writers who continue to give the Buffy/Angel verse characters life.
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Feedback: Very much appreciated.
Spoilers: Post series.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Jumping the Gun. If you don't like boys together, don't play here!
Pairing: Xander/Spike

Spike vaguely registered the click of a key in the lock as Greenday drummed their way loudly across the entertainment system, something from five years ago but still passable as 'neo-punk'. He continued typing on the keyboard, waiting for his consort to 'do the usual'. It was likely to be a long and lonely night.

After their return from the Europe, they'd had barely a day before Xander was back at work and the domestic pattern was established. At six forty five in the morning Xander would hit the irritating alarm on his mobile. He would then kiss his slightly roused partner, grab a pale left wrist and turn up the controls on the heat suit. (After day two, they had clearly established that Xander plus all night proximity to heat suited partner equaled too warm for comfort while sleeping!!) Xander would then set the coffee, consume a juice, and head for their 'gym room' to cycle and run for thirty minutes, then finish the hour lifting weights. A short, sharp shower was followed by morning ablutions and a speedy breakfast with coffee 'to go'. Xander would kiss his usually happily warm and vaguely aware partner goodbye, and head to work by seven forty-five.

Spike would rouse around two, remove the heat suit…Undoubtedly it was still the best thing that had come out of their European sojourn. He would then double-check that the drapes were all securely drawn before showering, and find his bagged breakfast in the fridge. Microwave, mug, log on and start. As ever, the blessing of the Net…start time was of little relevance when global.

Returning from their 'holiday', it was brutally apparent that 'NonPerson's' writing and reader base had been sadly ignored for the last couple of weeks…As had William Aurelius' business interests. The 'normal life' needed attention. Some month and a half after homecoming, and it still seemed a consistent 'catch-up' game to the vampire…He felt a strange sense of urgency despite his immortal status and lack of immediate imperative to work. It was (he decided) his damned Victorian sense of honor demanding that he satisfy his readership and monitor his investments. Bloody soul no doubt…And how odd was that…Even his father would have been proud…the whole 'nobless oblige' speech. The Aurelian business acumen was legendary, Will's extraordinary reputation as writer was unchallenged. It was the motivation that bothered him, it was about Xander, it was about them as partners and about him 'providing'. He needed Xander to 'be proud' of him, he needed to contribute equally to their 'whole'. And perhaps few would have understood his angst. Both partners were earning and wealthy in their own right. There was no provider/dependent relationship, and they even shared the sexual status equally (and wouldn't Oscar Wilde have rejoiced in their domestic circumstance)…so his underlying irritation was even more annoying…

Spike, aka William, was no longer a 'big deal' in Xander's work circles, though some of his workmates were still a little intrigued by the obviously happy and now openly gay couple. The fascination seemed as much to do with the obvious monogamy and long-term commitment made by the couple, with their 'same sex' status came in very much second. After their first week together things had fallen into patterns that matched that before Spike left Sacramento…After five weeks they made the first compromise. Xander would run in the morning, was busy in the day but would meet his partner at the gym as soon as the sun was down.

The tall brunette, Andy, was the first and easiest to welcome Xander back from the European sojourn. Spike already liked Xander's colleague but now positively enjoyed meeting him at the gym. Andy was generous in his attentions and rightly benefited from regular sessions of sparring with 'Will' (Spike acknowledging the need to restrain the full strength and speed while honoring Andy for his loyalty to Xander and his partner/vampire). Andy improved, Spike enjoyed the training but held back, and Xander repressed. Spike worried, his partner had still said nothing of the ordeal at the hands of the Initiative since their return.

Yet the pattern continued…The latest activity was focused on the pool. Following gym and continued coaxing and encouragement from both Andy and Xander, Spike had reluctantly agreed to swim in the gym pool once again. By the end of the seventh week, Spike, to his credit, had valiantly attempted to kick a full length of the pool without the assistance float, covering his fear with a litany of insults and obscure comments.

"Torpedo! pffft…'torpedo' my right foot!! Stupid, stupid activity…Swimming is for those bloody Aussi's!! And their sodding…crocodiles and sharks and snakes and grrrompofdhphhhhh!!" The vampire's protests disappearing as he submerged breathlessly, to kick along the bottom and try, apparently in vain, to make his partner proud. Xander paused at the end of the pool, noting his partner's efforts for a moment, then continued on his way oblivious of the offence he incurred by failing to comment.

Spike finally emerged from the pool's depths, his pout also apparently going unnoticed by Xander, but Andy and his gym partner (long time 'squeeze', Kelly) saw the disappointment. Kelly had been admiring her chivalrous beau and his willingness to assist their pretty gay friend learn to swim. She blew the blonde a kiss of approval as Spike emerged after yet another venture away from the shallow end, then claimed Andy into a tight hug. "Find out what's wrong And…even I can tell…Will's not happy…c'mon babe…they're such sweet guys, and they both love you…but then who wouldn't?!" She winked and kissed him soundly before departing for the showers.

It was nearing the end of the second month since the 'boys'' return and Andy had noticed the increasing tension between Will and Xander. Work had been a 'bitch' of late, even Kelly had noticed the strain and tired demeanor of her usually unstoppable partner, but for Xander and Will there seemed something more. Andy sensed that something had happened while they had been away, but neither of his friends was talking. He liked them both and saw the positive influence that Will had on Xander, hoping that the angst was to do with sudden domesticity rather than any real issue. As his blonde swim student toweled his hair and followed Xander out to the carpark , Andy put a gentle hand on his arm, "Hey Will…? You can talk any time, yeah? You guys seem to be having a…ummm…hard time lately…Sometimes it's OK to offload with a friend…I'm here Will…Just to let you know…"

Spike had stopped dead with the touch to his arm, and swung to stare incredulously at the friend addressing him, but finally dropped the bravado and slumped in defeat. "Not sure if you can help mate…But thanks…for everythin' 'S appreciated yeah?!"

"Anytime Will…Anytime…Just call or come over if you need it, OK? You're our friend too."

"Taa mate. We'll be fine. But…Just…Thanks."

The ride home with Xander had been silent. The human went to bed as soon as they entered the apartment. Spike slid under the covers with his consort but when Xander deliberately rolled away, putting his back to the vampire, Spike got up again. He opened the laptop and began to add an angst ridden chapter to his latest story.

Andy had hoped that resolution of whatever was wrong would be swift, but by the end of the week Kelly insisted that he take Xander out after work for a Friday night drink before joining them at Sandy and Jim's for dinner. Kelly meanwhile, took William over to spend time with Sandy, ostensibly to assist in setting up the dinner party, though upon their arrival Spike smelt a 'caring rat'. The boys would be 'later than expected' and Jim was apparently occupied at the softball match with his daughter. The vampire appreciated the sentiment for what it was worth. He'd felt disconnected and isolated of late, so the attention was unexpected but not unwelcome. He had come to like the two women, Kelly reminded him of Tara in an odd sort of a way, and Sandy definitely had something of Joyce about her. He felt that he somehow honored the two lost friends by indulging these two and their 'sisterly' concerns.

They were all sitting outside. Spike caressed the beer in his lap and contemplated the dilemma that was 'waiting for the partner' while trying not to look at the entrance too often.

"Are you and Alex OK?" Sandy spoke quietly, moving closer to the vampire with a quiet grace, as Kelly made polite exit to 'check the food'. Sandy's glass of chardonnay obviously untouched yet lifted it in a silent toast as she settled, acknowledging of their mutual status of 'partners in waiting'.

"I'm fine."

"No you're not sweetie and you know it!"

Spike had been about to take a swig of the beer but stopped. "What makes you…?"

He was cut off, "Motherly instinct! You two are made for each other dear…but you seem to be making a bit of a hard time of it. You need to settle for a while, get to know each other, accept the foibles of the partner…Gosh Jim and I…" Sandy smirked and looked down with a blush and arousal that had Spike wondering at the elder couple's antics, previous and current. "I think…I think that you have much to share with our dear Alex…I know you are younger than him but it seems you've both still got a lot of life 'before' that you need to come to grips with and so does he. But don't rush it sweetie…It'll come. You can always come chat to me too you know that don't you?"

Spike stared at the well meaning woman for some time as he processed the rather sensible approach to relationships. He had always fallen hard and gone in 'boots and all'. Dru was insane, Buffy merely used him and Angel…their time had been too short. But Xander was for keeps and really did need more of him. Spike smiled, "Yeah…thanks…Thanks Mum." The last statement was accompanied by a genuinely grateful smile and kiss to the now blushing woman's cheek. She patted his knee and stood to leave Spike with his thoughts.

A half hour or so later 'the men' came in from the pub. The three were relaxed, certainly not drunk, and Sandy and Kelly's partners embraced them upon entry. Spike stood back then cringed and looked decidedly hurt as Xander simply nodded then gave an almost impersonal hug.

Drinks were issued all around and Sandy tugged Xander onto the balcony for phase two of her 'hostess's chat'. She fondled the long stem of her glass of wine while Xander turned to stare out over their balcony into the darkening landscaped yard.

"Alex, I'm not trying to pry but you do know I want to talk about you and Will. We love you like family…but you two boys seem so unhappy lately…What's up? I ask as a friend Alex, nothing you say need go 'anywhere' but…"

"Thanks but…I don't really know…Since Europe…" Xander continued to stare out into the garden. "Ahhhh Geez Sandy. I feel like I'm losing him, like I've just realized how boring I am. You know he speaks god knows how many languages, and he's been everywhere, and he's wonderful and attentive and…" Xander broke off, tears were threatening and he really didn't trust his own voice for the moment.

"And he loves you, my dear!" Sandy's kind words were all it took. Xander was leaning over the balcony edge, but Sandy could still see a single crystal drip highlighted by the patio lighting tracking down the man's defined cheekbones and splashing onto the concrete edge below.

"Maybe it's just 'cause I'm tired Sand…we all are…You must know that. Jim…Andy…we're all working so hard with the Skardo project…but…"

"Well tired is one thing…and you are talking to one of the loving partners…but it may be that that just brings things to the surface quicker…Will needs you…he deserves some honesty or you will drive him away…" Sandy took the young man's hand but did not insist on him looking at her, "Now come on…you go to your lovely friend and bring him out here for a bit of a chat while I go and fix the aperitifs…I just know Kelly will burn them now Andy's back!"

Sandy squeezed Xander's hand and left him to follow her wise words.

A few minutes later he had indeed drawn his beautiful partner out to the balcony and with fingers still intertwined but both men staring into the distance, was trying to 'make contact'.

"Spike…I'm…Well I'm sorry!…"

Spike still did not dare look at his partner, instead maintained his perusal of some distant point off to the west. "For what, pet?"

"I…um…I've ignored you these past few weeks…and um…"

Spike could not help himself, giving a more than warranted snarky reply, "No really? Gosh I hadn't noticed!"

Xander had been in an apologetic mood until the cutting sarcasm burnt through the words and feelings in the link. He spun to look at his partner ready for a fight but took in the hurt expression in the crystal blue eyes, and the rather defeated posture, then relinquished all other comments in favor of gathering up his partner in a conciliatory hug.

Some twenty minutes later, they were still outside, and Spike was still sitting in Xander's lap licking carefully over the puncture marks on the left side of his neck. Xander thanked Sandy's idea of dinner decorum for not yet calling them in. But he knew that if they remained outside much longer, it would appear rude.

"You still love me?" It was a statement rather than a question, but no less important.

"I still love you."

"But what?" Spike pulled away for a moment seeing confusion and pain in his friend's eyes.

"But, I don't really know you do I?!"

This was new…Spike sat up and stared at his friend with amazement, "Of course you bloody do!? Is that the problem? 'Cause, gotta say…not too complex here! What do ya mean you don't know me? Is this about…? What is this about?" Spike looked genuinely puzzled.

"I mean…In Rome with the Italian speaking and then…"

"Oh bloody hell! Is that what the past couple of weeks have been about?? Just because a chap speaks a language other than English…"

Xander was deadly serious, "And the Rome 'I've been here thing', then the graveyard, and the whole you know London and…Who are you Spike? I love you so much but I don't know you at all do I?!…God, Spike. You were already a university scholar and smart before you were turned but then you add to that a hundred and fifty years and all that life experience, and who am I?…Donut boy turned project manager! Best thing I have going for me is what?? Hmm?? How can you love me??? Example…How many languages do you speak? Human and demon?! Hmmm? How many?"

"I was a ponce and a nancy boy before…Ahhh pet. Do you really think any of that matters??!!" As the words left his mouth, Spike spotted his partner's petulant pout coupled with genuine worry, so answered truthfully, "OK OK!! Fluent? Seven human, five demon and two obsolete including Latin; decent at reading maybe six more human and eight demon tongues – passable tourist that sorta thing; still can't speak SOCAL but hey…I can swear in just about any language!" The last statement was meant to lighten the mood and Spike was watching his partner carefully. Though it was he who should have felt put out, he realized Xander's angst for what it was and tried to push the point to make some middle ground. "C'mon pet…The swearing…at least that's useful!" The last statement was accompanied by such a wicked grin that even in his depressed state, Xander broke into a half smile before his face fell again.

"Look Luv, If it worries you that much, let me talk to Anton again 'ey pet. Trip to Europe in the Winter, that sort of thing…Show you more of why I'm such a handsomely dashing git at a hundred an' fifty." Spike wiggled his scarred eyebrow. "C'mon pet let's not get wound up about all this…we've both got a past…isn't what matters about the future? And now you've got me soundin' like the TV psych's!"

"Why Anton? Why not Giles or Willow"

"Oh for cryin' out loud…Slayer central? C'mon pet…you know why. And Anton's practically…family." The admission was something even Spike had resisted saying aloud but as he did there was a realization, Anton did feel like an older brother, a belonging that Spike needed right now. Sadly now he watched his friend's face fall even further, "OK so not Anton…but…Ahh hell!!! Alright…we'll just go by ourselves OK…the witch, the watcher an' Little Bit can meet us for the day in London or some such. We'll stay in a backpackers hostel or some swanky hotel. We'll waltz around in limos or a bloody drive-yourself mini, I don't bloody well care!!…C'mon pet, I'll let you into all me sordid secrets from the past but let's just sort this now and move on. I don't want to spend nights alone pet…I really don't." Spike looked so crestfallen with the last statement that Xander finally realized the level of hurt and the one sided attempt the vampire was making to correct things.

"You know we can't go soon – we'll have to wait for Christmas…It's so busy at the moment, I can't leave Jim and the guys in the lurch again. There'll be a lull over December January for sure." Xander looked up and noted the hopeful look in his partner's face for the first time in (now he admitted it) weeks.

"So I'm takin' that as a yes for the Europe thing." Spike's blue eyes sparkled as he reached for his friend's hand, "But in the mean time…could you just love your Vampire Master and can I simply care for my Consort…And can we cut out the pissing competition over who's got a better hold on demon lingo or who's been to where. It's rubbish luv…and you know it!! I love you…and if you can't feel that through the link, well perhaps from this distance you might…" Spike moved forward until one leg slid between Xander's and his now erect sex could be clearly felt resting against his consort's hip. He nibbled at Xander's neck just below his ear then continued "Well then perhaps make up sex may have to ensue…lots and lots of" [nibble] "make" [bite on the earlobe] "up" [tongue in and around the ear] "sex." Spike's mouth was over Xander's tongues dueling for their pleasure as hips shifted and they began to grind their mutual erections together.

A female voice broke the mood, "Jim's home, you folk ready for dinner?"

Spike whispered, "Make up sex…yeah?"

Xander broke the embrace, tugging his partner toward the patio doors, "Ho yeah, lots 'n lots of…later."

They were home and safe and the rest of the evening had been pleasant, and the promise of makeup sex was in the air. Or at least it had been…

Spike cranked up the heat suit as they entered the apartment, Xander's libido seemed to have waned during the night, the apartment was all the colder for the sentiment as they entered. It had been a pattern for some weeks now, Spike initially figured his partner was too tired with the pressure from work, so lovingly serviced him each night. But there was more than this one evening to prove that something was amiss.

Around Halloween he had suggested dressing up to lighten the mood, only to have a door slammed in his face, left with only the predictable caress of a heat suit, and the comfort of the three person couch, afghan throw and cushions for the evening. Whenever they partnered after Italy, it had always been face to face, Xander taking Spike, and the master vampire more often than not, left wanting, finishing unhappily only after his partner moved to wash obsessively in the shower…alone.

He had not bothered Xander after Italy by suggesting a counselor, there were enough incidents of abuse in his own one hundred and fifty years for him to figure that Xander needed to initiate that sort of thing…or would eventually 'crack' forcing the issue. In either scenario he would just have to ride it out. What he had apparently forgotten was, that despite his childhood history of abuse, Xander was only thirty-something and not coping had the potential of taking some very ugly turns.

The Consort/Master link was strong for the most part, but since their return it seemed that there was a limit to how much emotional support Spike was able to send through of late. Messages of love and support seemed somehow blocked, almost as if the Consort's pain was deliberately being contained.

Tonight Spike had been hopeful that things would alter after Sandy's efforts at counseling, the consequent chat and an apparently fine evening of friendship and 'normality'. Sadly, the promises of an amorous and copious 'make up sex' were apparently part of 'the moment'. The moment had passed it seemed and the link shut down solidly as they drove home. Spike felt all the signs of another evening in the spare room but this time it seemed worse than the past few weeks. Pain and regret was rolling off Xander in waves. Perhaps Sandy's talk had done something…the residual experience from their European sojourn was about to come to a head.

Xander wandered out of the shower, Spike made a harsh decision, but he no longer had anything to lose. He decided to push the issue. Since their return Spike had allowed Xander to initiate contact. Inevitably it had been face to face and fairly…bland – even bordering of meaningless in some realm.

Spike took an unnecessary breath as his partner emerged from the swirl of steam that was the shower. He waited while the towel bound Xander slumped onto the bed, then pounced. Spike had already tugged himself free of all fastenings binding his nether regions into the heat suit, so
pushed his partner back onto the bed and straddled him. He tugged off the towel then pushed Xander's arms above his head, holding the wrists with preternatural strength. Xander gave a small yelp of surprise but then seemed to go very quiet. The vampire leaned forward to kiss his partner and all seemed to be well. "Gonna take you pet…Gonna make love to you until you scream."

Xander felt his body respond to the careful ministrations, Spike featherlight caress the claiming mark with his tongue and push love and care messages through the link. Xander relaxed a little, forgetting the past trauma and simply letting his beautiful partner have his way, until Spike chose that moment to flip him over onto his knees.

Arms still pinned and now face down and exposed Spike heard and felt his consort's heart begin to race moments before he was thrown off his lover and onto the floor by the panicked, adrenalin charged human.

Xander loomed over him rage and terror dictating his actions and instinct pushing him to attack. He backhanded the stunned, sprawling figure across the face, punctuating each statement with another strike. "You don't touch me! You don't touch me!! I'm not a whore! You bastard! You don't get to do that!" Spike simply curled into a ball and held up a hand in surrender. He could withstand the physical onslaught but the words coupled with the last few weeks of angst cut him to the core.

"I won't Xan…It's me Xan…I won't hurt you…It's me! Oh Gahhh Xan!"

Finally exhausting his rage and fear, Xander ceased his attack, then realized who his victim was. Horrified he fell back onto the bed, then clamped his hand to his mouth and sprinted to the bathroom falling to his knees just inside the door, stomach convulsing and spilling the evening meal over the tiled floor. Unable to move from the mess, he slumped against the door frame visibly shaking, let out a strangled cry then began to sob in earnest.

Spike all but flew to collect his partner in his arms, cradling him from behind then eventually hauling him into his lap, allowing some immediate comfort despite the stench of bile and slimy mess on the floor. Xander eventually calmed enough that Spike's whispered words of comfort registered. "Come back to me love…come on Please pet come back to me…I love you so much…We can get through this…c'mon…please pet…please! I love you Xan…" Another round of sobs ensued. Spike simply waited it out continuing his quiet monologue while he rocked and petted the distraught man.

Eventually Xander collapsed completely against his partner, quiet but for some residual shudders that occasionally wracked his frame. "I'm s…sorry…I'm s…so sssorry S…Spike"

"Shhh pet it's fine…we're fine…C'mon luv let's us get you cleaned up 'ey?" Spike turned Xander's face until a teary, red puffy eye looked into his loving blue pair. "I love you Xan, and we will get through this…OK? We'll get through it…together. OK pet? Now come on." With a chaste kiss to his consort's forehead, Spike hauled them both up threw a towel over the mess on the floor and all but lifted Xander into the shower. He flicked the water on then stripped himself of the suit and joined his near collapsing partner, washing him briskly.

Wrapped in two large bath towels, Xander was carried to bed and fed a few mouthfuls of precious Master's blood, before Spike returned to clean up the floor. Three buckets of disinfectant in hot water and four towels later and the room was not spotless but at least passable. Returning to the bedroom he was relieved to find Xander asleep.

The following few weeks were still strained, though gradually their bedtime discussions included the Italian trauma. On these occasions, comfort was far more important than lovemaking. In the safety of Spike's embrace, with Xander resting his head on the pale chest of his protector, he would recount snippets of the fear and humiliation. Spike would calmly continue to rub his back until the story and any consequent emotions were dealt with. He knew Spike had dealt with the Initiative men, "They will never hurt you again pet…never", had been repeated so many times that Xander was no longer in any doubt. But one evening after finally talking about Riley, Spike answered his direct question.

"What happened to them Spike? What did you do?"

"Marked the two who touched you…and the idiot who photographed us. Vamps will smell the bite. Happy Meals on legs signal. Bastard who raped you was shot dead by one of his own." Xander flinched as rape was mentioned.

"Riley? What about…?"

"Turned the bastard…Twisted wanker got 'is rocks off just 'cause I was suckin' 'im dry. Gave 'im just enough of mine to be the lowest of minions. If he's not dust, he'll be the stupidest fledge and in servitude for eternity. Anton was fixing him up with a local master. One who figures on his surfs takin' only goat or sheep…no humans. Crafty old buggar apparently, feeds 'em one or two drops of his own every once in a while, mixed in of course…keeps 'em all loyal and beggin' for more. Collars and brands 'em all as well according to Anton." Spike snorted his disgust, "Nahh our Riley will be used and abused in true vampire fashion until the end of his days…and won't know any better than to take it with a smile."

"Geez…" Xander went very, very quiet.

Spike worried. Finally Xander lifted up and collected his partner's lips for a chaste kiss.

"Thank you."

Spike looked a little puzzled.

"Thank you for doing it Spike, and for waiting for me to be ready before you told me."

"Welcome pet…" They lay in silence for a few more minutes until Spike pushed up onto the pillows a little more taking Xander with him. "Now can we bury any of this yet? Can we move on? Can you take me hard and make all that sordid rot a memory? Cause gotta say…Need a bloody good shag right now and you look like the man to do it…" Serious mood thoroughly broken as Spike wiggled an eyebrow and tickled his partner's side, Xander grinned and reached over his lover to the side table where he knew the lube would be waiting.

"Ho yeah…I'm your man."

Before Xander had a chance to do much more however, an iron grip staid his hand. "Would you be up for something more than usual pet?"

"What? Hey I already…"

"I heard you…but…your tastes have been a little…bland…of late and if we're gonna make up for lost time, well, I wondered if you'd help me with something of an historical nature "

Xander pushed up and looked quizzically at his partner. "OK 'fess up Spike, I'm up for a bit of a play but I am not screwing you dressed in some ancient pair of woolen breaches!!"

"Sod off, I wouldn't go near you in 'em anyhow…too much chafing of the privates! Just thought that since your all pretty down below again…" He tickled through the thick dark curls that were again covering Xander's groin, "Just figured we could recreate a little history and get ourselves trained up like…for the New Year…gonna be hard outdoin' the Boston 'discovery tour' with Europe this year if we don't get in some practice." He pushed Xander off to the side, and leaned over to tug at something under the bed.

The brunette heard a tearing of tape but was held away from viewing by a firm yet loving hand. Initially annoyed he failed to hold in a chuckle as Spike held up his prize.

"Finalized all arrangements in Boston like I promised – Can't believe you've forgotten…too keen to fondle me pretty parts in first class I'm thinkin'!" Xander was starting to feel worried, but spotted his partner's knowing grin and deliberate wink. "Not to worry lover, I know I'm a distraction for you dark broody types…you'll be happy to know that most of it was sold. Weapons and books and another box or two came here – they're in storage, before you ask…But I did get another…" he spun the beads around his index finger, "…item", it made another round, "…or two sent through…just for us." Xander couldn't resist. The consort let genuine mirth and love burst through the link as Spike's crystal blue eyes twinkled with mischief and were framed by tiny smile lines.

Xander was rolled onto his back and soundly kissed by a partner who was quite overcome by the wonderful memories of their first joyous and confusing days of their extraordinary eleven months together.

A near breathless Xander managed to grind out, "God…I…Love…You…Spike!" between passionate kisses and infuriating and arousing caresses to all parts of his nude form.

Lube in hand Spike slicked the beads and swiftly deployed them, slinging his partners legs over his shoulders for the event and sealing them in with a new butt plug complete with vibrator and remote.

Spike rolled onto his front, leant down on his elbows, making far from subtle gestures with his behind, and handed the lube to his partner and murmured seductively, "Now it's my turn!"

Xander took his time. Slowly licking across the lower spine of his partner and caressing the taut thighs. His only pause was automatic…Slow vibrations began, and with the butt plug against the beads it was extraordinary, infuriating and utterly exciting.

"F%#$ me Xan…C'mon…just…" Xander could do nothing but comply.

Spike arched up as the soft tongue rimming him was replaced by two experienced fingers. Spike opened easily and as his prostate was prodded…there was no restraint. "Please c'mon…please…now…it's fine just…gahh!" Xander lined up and buried his slick and solid erection to the hilt in one action.

Spike had enough awareness to dial the vibrations up to maximum as he approached his own climax with a much anticipated thrill.

At the same time, Xander's efforts became a frantic series of irregular and deep trusts accompanied by grunts and moans worthy of any primal being. The beads were vibrating constantly over his prostate. The human was in a state of near delirium, almost sobbing his need to release…Spike felt it moments before…and as his partner came he tugged free the still vibrating plug and proceeded to slowly remove the beads whilst still pushing up as jet after jet of warm seed filled him. As the final two beads were removed Spike was almost sure Xander was all but unconscious in bliss, as both his channel and his now near limp sex tweaked and jumped, attempting one last climax as the last two balls were tugged free.

Both partners collapsed into sated and dreamless sleep, Spike smiling as his partner's hand found his and guided it lovingly to his groin remain there as they both gave in to oblivion.

Merely days later and Spike had been given the task of 'booking tickets' to Europe. Despite his purported desire for normality Spike was excited, and fearful, and his demon was screaming for long missed adventures. But today Anton had rung shortly after his consort left for work…ostensibly to ask William's advice on some property in the Massachusetts. Spike knew better.

Anton was a businessman with literally more than a millennium of experience, and profits and diversity that would make even the Walton family drool. Anton's, like Spike's, wealth was hardly comparable to many other media or real estate moguls on the planet, but theirs was old money and the priority to keep their identities quite private. Both had interests so broad and (particularly in Anton's case) so ancient, that it would take decades to sort through the 'Global', and 'Cross sector' investments, their Swiss accounts and complex property ownerships before anyone might discover the full extent of their holdings…

"K mate figure you've got company your end. No one is here, so how about some brutal honesty if your end allows…or are we stuck with yes/no questions?"

"Yes/No would be good, though…Sprechen Sie Deutch?"

"Of course. But 'bit rusty mate…Your lady just walked in then?"

"Yes of course that would be very good…" The answer was too jovial.

"So in the voice of the Kaiser…what's up?"

"Ich benötige Sie, herzukommen. [I need you to come here.]
Können Sie hier sein? [Can you be here?]
Ein Feiertag. Ich zahle. Sie und Ihr Gemahl" [A holiday. My expense. You and your consort]
Sie wählen den Bestimmungsort. Ich treffe Sie dort. [You choose the destination. I'll meet you there.]"

Spike almost felt the shiver through the phone link.

"C'mon…Anton out with it! This is not the Initiative again is it, thought we had all that done with and I can hardly imagine you want us there for something trivial. So are we talking? Apocalypse?"

"Vampire-Königliches Gerichte" [Vampire Royal Courts] "Es gibt eine Führunglücke." [There is a leadership void.]

Spike felt an icy chill and his stomach clenched despite the heat suit. The Royal Vampiric Courts of Europe had dwindled in number over the years as but a handful of ruling masters of the original lines survived into the twentieth century. The most recent human wars and infighting amongst any usurpers had all but eliminated the rest. Why Anton would now be concerned could only mean to one thing, the lack of stability would mean chaos in Europe and finding a replacement would be of concern to any in the demon realm.

"Ja unclaimed Sie und reines Blut werden genannt als Nachfolger…" [Both you and Angelus's unclaimed pure blood have been named as successors]

"Angel's son?" Spike knew now that there was more at stake than some simple territorial rite.
"He know about this challenge, what 's expected?"

"Nicht schon." [Not yet] Anton's tone was regretful in the extreme, he added in English, "You are needed Spike."

"…So…who are these vamps?…No…Let me guess…Inlaws of the old Aurelian court – the Master's line…But that should have been solved twenty or thirty years ago! Buffy took him down in Sunnydale? And hey! I finished that little upstart the 'annoying one'! Even if the new bloke was dusted now…Why me? Why now? And bloody hell, why Connor? C'mon Anton…" Spike did not bother to hold back the feral growl from the end of his conversation. This was about family and he had already given too much and too many…And his last promise to Angel had been a pledge to protect Connor from the demon world as best he could. To date that had meant keeping the lowest possible profile and making certain 'arrangements'. "I'm askin' a lot of questions here mate but you still haven't told me anything useful! C'mon mate. What's goin' on!?"

"Sie kennen die Politik besser als ich." [You know the politics better than I.]

"No I don't 'cause I bloody well don't care for all that rot. Got meself a consort and a happy life and I'm certainly not gonna drag Angel's lad into all this mess."

"Sie benötigen…Sie wissen…Die alten sind stufenweise verloren worden." [You need to…You know…The old ones have gradually been lost.] "Und wir sind das Letzte vieler Familien." [And we are the last of many families.]

"And?…but…Oi, you hardly qualify as vamp? Listen, Xan and me just back and starting to get our lives together again…we can't just come trippin' across the pond every time you blokes have got a problem…Geez! Been out of the loop for so long I doubt anyone would even know who I am!" Spike growled with frustration. "Look. Leave it with me yeah? Won't come without my consort. And I ain't bringin me ol' Sire's offspring into this 'til I figure the lie of the land."

Spike waited…as the third minute passed he began to worry then finally the answer came and in English…

"Agreed…Tell me when and I will make the arrangements. Thank you William."

"Welcome."

Spike hit end on the call and immediately began to call Xander. If they were to travel under these new circumstances, Xander needed to know.

The rather cryptic phonecall gained a predictable response from Xander. The fact that it had come from his partner at one in the afternoon when Xander knew Spike was usually 'lounging' was odd. The "Had a call. Something's come up. We need to talk about Europe," was worrying, and the "Can you come home for a while this arvo?"…downright terrifying. Thankfully terrifying was downgraded to concerning as the final statement had been "'s not the Initiative before you ask." This left Xander utterly baffled but no less worried regards the urgency of the request to come home.

Angst and worry became stronger and stronger through the link as Xander approached their apartment. By the time he burst through the door a few minutes after one in the afternoon, he was frantic.

Spike had paced and worried since talking to his consort. What if he was 'handed the keys to the kingdom'? The implications were ridiculous, but if he didn't, then the demon world of Europe would be in chaos. He could not include Connor in the venture. And Xander was even more important. Flicking in and out of game face Spike was powerless to act and desperate to speak to Xander.

The master vampire all but fell into the arms of his consort…both calming by the sheer force of their contact…"What's wrong Spike…what's happened?!"

"Not yet…" Spike was in game face, and barely audible as he buried his face in his consort's neck attempting to gain some equilibrium. "Nothing!…Well…something and…at least…I'm sorry…It was goin' to be a holiday…but now…and we were meant to…Oh pet!" Only the human's strong hug seemed to be holding him on his feet.

Xander pushed the door shut and pressed the agitated vampire against the wall mid entrance hall. For the first time in many months, it was Xander's turn to do the consoling though he was still at a loss as to what it was all about. Feelings of worry, sadness and fierce loyalty, much older than their own relationship, flowed freely through the link. Xander's own puzzlement was fast turning to panic.

Xander pressed his full body against Spike, pinning him to the wall and amidst loving kisses, and consoling touches he managed to whisper, "Please talk to me sweetheart…C'mon talk to me…We'll deal together…common! Let me in Spike…what's going on?"

Spike's demon was screaming for release. It wanted to claim his consort again then travel and take the power that was rightfully his. Spike's soul and the residual William were terrified by the prospect of the latter, wanting no part of it. This left the vampire utterly confused, distressed, and needing his consort. Or more importantly…He needed his best friend. Pressed against the wall, he felt blessed. His wonderful partner had taken charge, his admissions were 'par for the course'…but the acceptance he felt transcended Europe or the new world or…anything…

Xander offered the only thing he could think of, baring his neck and registering the relief and bliss flooding the link, easily canceling out the sharp sting of desperate fangs penetrating his jugular. The link opened further and Xander was reminded at a visceral, soulful, gut level, just what unconditional love meant…There was a deep satisfaction and surety in his role as both giver and receiver of the same. He whispered into Spike's ear as the vampire gently laved the bite closed, "C'mon sweetheart, just tell me what's wrong…please?!" As Spike fell back into human guise, Xander grabbed the blonde's wrist and pulled him through to sit on their bed, and simply waited.

"We were planning to go to Europe pet, so you can…Get to know me." Spike took his partner's hand and looked hard into the loving eye of his consort.

"So far, so not knowing anything new Spike…" Thus far Xander reveled in the nuzzling and careful attentions of his partner. But Spike was quiet, and the consort/master link had momentarily shut down. All thoughts of a conciliatory 'nooner' were abandoned as Spike reverted again to game face and lost control of the link, sending vague messages of history, worry, family and love, all so vivid and mixed that Xander fell to his knees, dragging his Master vampire with him.

The former Scoobie simply waited, albeit on his knees and with no real idea of what 'waiting' might achieve. After five long minutes of quiet rocking and disturbing imagery, all went quiet and Spike began to speak. Xander simply held on, face in his partner's neck, and listened.

"You know who I am Xan? You know I am a Master? We were goin' to the old country so's you could know me a little more…yeah?" Spike waited.

The quiet "Yeah," was all he needed.

"Well…" Spike took a much needed emotionally calming breath, then continued, " T'was me intention to let you into a bit more of…um William and…Oh Gahhh! This is ridiculous!" He pulled out of Xander's grasp and paced across the floor. "You know I'm an Aurelian, yeah?…Line of Drusilla, Angelus, Darla, the Master…all that?"

"Well hello finances and yeah I guess…kinda recent history in Sunnyhell anyways."

"Pet, the Aurelians were always so much more than…" He stood and began to pace.

"Yeah well, I got that with the whole master thing and the Scourge of…" Xander was cut off.

"…We were one of the three ruling lines of Europe…Vampire Royalty. Aurelians ruled for near a thousand years, Middle Europe ya know…Up through Germany across Czeckoslovakia down to Italy and all the way across to Ireland. Darla was the Master's favorite…collected her from the new world and brought her back to Europe…trophy fledge…favorite childe. He took three others I know of…all of 'em dusted sometime between Napoleon and Hitler. She was bored of the court a couple of hundred years in and took Angelus as a Childe. Stayed lovers with the Master on and off, but he hated Angelus, and all his offspring. The Demon in Angelus was a rightful challenger to the thrown but preferred to wander…never was much for administration…'ad too much fun bein' the royal playboy. Ol' Master was too besotted by Darla…Let her have her pretty things. But I'm sure 'twas him who convinced Darla to feed me ol' Sire the gypsy. Sneaky bastard. She would have been into the power, and him into the slick folds of 'er nether regions.

"He ruled for nigh on five hundred years and some change, was eventually tricked into visitin' the new world by a sneaky nephew/granchilde Clarence – poncy name for a vampire if you ever heard one…But deadly as they came…And last remaining from the older Dracul line apparently. You lot did your bit on the Hellmouth from there."

Xander grabbed the hand of his own Master as Spike spun ready for another lap of the bedroom, tugging him forcefully into a hug.

"Stop sweetheart…just stop…What does this all have to do with today?" He sat down and pulled Spike back down beside him on the bed, again, holding both hands in his as both emotional support and gentle restraint.

Spike faced away from his consort but went into game face, "Everything! Anton rang…I need to…we need to…Ah F#%$!! I'm sorry Xan…I'm so sorry!"

Xander was more confused than before and the link was a muddle of feelings, memories and thoughts that might as well have been a dumpster of shredded paper for all the sense it was making. He rolled Spike until the blonde was chest to chest under him and bit down hard on the vampire's throat reopening his own mark and tugging hard at the sluggish cool blood. Despite the lack of feeding, the consort felt the bond strengthen as he took two strong drafts then proffered his own neck to his partner. Spike latched on, feeling the strength and adoration direct from the blood as the warm ambrosia slid down his throat.

Empowered and encouraged, he pulled off, lifted a pale hand to gently caress his partner's jaw-line in gratitude, then said, "The court's lost its leadership pet. The Royal Court without a master…warrin' factions all that. But Anton knows an' called. Me and me ol' Sire's boy Connor…They've named us successors to the 'throne' if you will…'Course not lettin' the boy near it 'til I've done a bit of recon. Hafta keep the lad safe…Promised Angel."

It was Xander's turn to look stunned. His previous position on his partner, one of comfortably rubbing increasingly interested 'parts' together as Spike took his fill, was relinquished and it was his turn to stand and pace the floor. "Geez Spike! So what does that mean? I…Gahhh! Sweetheart! How?…Why didn't you?…It's this like one of those dumb Disney movies where I've like…Married the Prince and didn't realize is it??!!" Xander was oscillating between annoyed, intrigued and terrified. "God Spike! Is our life ever going to be…You know…just straight up normal?"

Spike who was propped up on his elbows, wiggled a cheeky eyebrow, and quipped "Hardly peg us as straight or normal pet…" But his jest was met by a clenched jaw and tight fists as Xander did yet another 'round' of the bedroom floor trying to make sense of the afternoon's developments. The blonde relented, "Never much cared for all the court shite. Too many politics 'n mind games. But if I don't do this Xan…if we don't go now, then Buffy 'n the Slayers 'n the Watcher's mob are gonna be fightin' for their lives as every upstart makes 'is (or her) own army. I can't do that, Luv…" He stood to grasp Xander by the shoulders, kissed him soundly then looked to him with a hurt expression to the chocolate eye.

"It'll be fine pet. We were goin' anyway, and Anton will be there to support us. 'Sides I've got a few contacts from the ol' days that might be willin' to help I reckon."

Xander mumbled "Bet you have…"

"Now luv…Don't be like that…You wanted to know bits about me…well…Ahhh Sod it Xan! I never wanted you in this but I'm askin' you…I can't do this alone! I won't pet. You an' me are forever but…" Xander pushed a finger to still Spike's rant as raw angst began to push through the link from the blonde.

He leaned forward, kissed Spike passionately, then whispered, "'S OK Spike…I'll come…I'll come with you…"

Spike let out relieved snort, ducked his head for a moment then looked at his partner with genuine relief and wonder, finally gracing his consort with a blinding smile. "Thank's pet…Just…Thank you…" The ensuing hug lasted several reassuring and blood-exchange filled minutes as both males relaxed a little.

Xander finally broke the embrace, kissing his partner on the nose, and with a cheeky grin, made for the door, "Well Prince Willie, you do the arrangements, I'd better get back to work." He'd made it to the entrance of the apartment before a growl came from the bedroom.

"Oi!!! Who you callin'…?!"

Xander drove back to work distracted but surprisingly calm. Spike would attend the court as named successor; Anton was acting as Sire/older cousin/demon world liaison; Connor would remain in his human life for now, and under Spike's protection – the full blooded little brother of his Sire; and Xander would attend the court with full Consort status…Not quite how he envisaged their European holiday this time around.

Spike was sitting on the bed, still stunned by his consort's willingness to travel with him and take the whole…Gahhh…Well in fact the whole Prince Willie thing was a little too close to the bone. Perhaps they should name a certain piece of anatomy, then he and his consort could both giggle and engage said monarch in places appropriate and move on! He rang Anton and confirmed their arrangements. Buffy had still not been informed, vampire politics hardly the stuff of slayers without gentle explanation by her lover…and perhaps after William the Bloody and consort had resolved the situation one way or another.

With four weeks until Christmas and their trip to 'the old world' pending Xander, threw himself into work. He worried over a few things Spike had said regards the time it might take to resolve the 'situation' and was torn by his loyalty to his colleagues and boss. Unlike Spike, his was not a workplace that fitted into a laptop bag, or video conference. As December approached he was near panic wanting desperately to ask for more time off, he already had two weeks…what if it took more. He was owed nearly seven weeks of untaken time from previous three years…but…he knew the reason for the trip and had agreed and yet the rest was so…Unknown…

Andy was concerned. His friend had always been a little obsessive regards projects but this time there seemed an uncharacteristic urgency. When queried, Xander simply brushed off the comments and made the 'determined to get it done by Christmas and need a break after that' excuse. Andy and Jim both began to worry that it was more. Xander making comments referring to 'getting matters in order' and 'resolving unfinished business' sounding awfully like something might be wrong.

Sandy was eventually given the task of speaking to the 'partner'.

"Hi William?"

"Sandy. What can I do you for, Mum?"

"Cheeky boy…Just ringing to see if everything is OK with you two. Jim's worried about Alex…So's Andy…"

"And you've got Mata Hari's job?"

The older woman giggled a little "Well without the sexual favors…but essentially yes…"

Spike paused and decided on honesty as the easiest path. "If 'es been odd 's probably my fault, I've asked the lad to come back to Europe with me for the Christmas break."

"Oh?"

"Family matters…turns out a couple of ancient relatives have left some 'unfinished business and me holdin' ' the keys to the castle'. And yeah before you ask…pretty much literally. Xan not asked Jim couple of weeks extra then?"

"Not sure, just…he has been so 'driven' lately we just thought it might be…" When no reply was forthcoming Sandy paused for a moment, then let out a relieved sigh, "Oh thank god…If that's all it is! We had begun to think it was a health thing…he has been looking so haggard and tired of late…and keeps talking about 'tying up loose ends'."

"Daft bugger…Oh…forgive me…lady's present an' all that."

Sandy's grin was almost tangible through the phone, she then processed the polite apology along what had been said regards William's family. "We really had no idea of your history. I'm so sorry…William…Alex said something a while back but…"

There was no going back. If Xander was to have time off, then sometimes a little truth might go a very long way. Spike dropped a little of the mockney accent stating quietly, in his original upper middle class 'voice', "Well dear lady, I fear you've caught me out. No doubt Jim knows my business interests, but perhaps not my family ties."

Sandy had the decency to pause and sound a little guilty as she admitted, "Yes, well, um…we did do a little 'research' and Jim was adamant that you weren't after Alex for his money…We really didn't mean to pry…Just that…um…," She trailed off then added brightly, "But you manage it so…We know what you do and…wonderful…and so young? Your parents must have been so proud."

"Don't know really. Took over after their time obviously…Current issue is about extended family – just been named heir to some estates in Europe, others in the line were right miffed. Just gotta head over there and sort it out…Thought since it's Christmas and all Alex might…Well…I'd really like him there."

"Oh sweetie…And I'm so sorry about and…Of course!…We were just…Now I feel so silly!"

"'Course not luv…But hey…we still invited to your Christmas bash given the boy had been such a pain…?"

"Ohhh oh of course…two weeks…" and so the conversation flowed.

Their three biggest projects completed on schedule, and the next onsite requirement in late January, Xander applied for two weeks "leave without pay" only to have his owed holidays honored, with the proviso that Xander did some 'research' on European project management methods. Spike barely audibly mumbling 'bloody junket' and 'make sure he pulls 'is weight' as Jim wished them well at the Christmas party

William and Alex's gifts to family and colleagues were generous and appropriate to a fault. All had a garden theme with 'NP' having done some online research and finding a local specialist in garden sculpture and 'architectural plants'. There was even a 'groovy' deep blue pot and pedestal with a pretty bonsai fig and its own mini lighting system for Janine, perfect for her room. Her new boyfriend made quite a show of 'putting it up' for all to see.

Jim shook Alex's hand, and Sandy kissed William tenderly as they departed the small gathering. Andy and Kelly promising to drive the pair to the airport the following day…and then it was all happening. It was only the twenty third of December and they were heading back to the old country. This time however the agenda was clear.

The trip across the USA was quiet. Fortunately with the new business class seats a full bed was a given and Xander slept. But the journey from New York to Zurich was silent but for a long and desperate exchange of blood under the ample blankets during the 'night time/ movie' section of the flight.

In the final hour or so of their travel Spike took his consort's hand and began to speak…the tension and lack of communication had been so extreme that Xander would have been willing to turn around and go home in an instant despite their hours in the air, the anguish in his Master Vampire's face as they sped toward Basel in Anton's private jet was worrying. This was apparently not going to be easy, but then, he knew that…That was about all he knew.

"Anton will meet us."

Xander could not help but feel a little pang of jealousy, "And that would be because?"

Spike squeezed the hand, "I need him to proxy as my Sire…"

Xander was too overtired, far too stressed, suffering the residual effects of one too many drinks en route, and reacted accordingly, "What? Why? Some bizarro vampire board meeting?? What? Why can't I be your Sire of the moment? I thought you needed me there…so what…"

The vampire didn't answer, simply stating, "We need to change clothing pet, and…"

Spike was looking very tired as he turned to hand his petulant partner a bundle of clothes and cut him off, "Pet we talked about this, you are my esteemed Consort. Your role is by my side, willing and able to defend…"

"Defend? Defend what?!!" Xander pulled his hand away from Spike and turned on him with a look of one betrayed, "You never said anything about defending…So not seein' stakage here…" He upended the bundle of clothes in what he later admitted was a somewhat childish act, yet at the time was apparently to illustrate the point, "Given the lack of wooden accessories! What am I supposed to do Spike? Protect you with my cutting wit? 'Cause gotta say buddy, precious little on the trust meter happening here after the last fifty hours of cone of silence treatment!" He ignored the increasingly worried and desperate feelings through the link and kept on with the uncharacteristic tirade, "Tell you what, given recent history as European butt monkey to the mercenaries, why don't you do the royalty loyalty thing with your relatives for a few weeks while I do some solo sight seeing, buy myself a set of lederhosen and trial the local beer?"

Spike was already too far on edge to consider any 'mutiny' or his partner's possible departure, regardless of the sincerity or otherwise of the comment. He fell into game face and flew to his Xander's neck, biting deep into the claim mark with a possessiveness bordering on savagery that had not featured in their relationship in any but the most out of control and passionate of sexual encounters. Yet somehow the act grounded them both.

The pain of the puncture and pull on Xander's blood was coupled with a blinding jolt of desperation through the link Can't, won't, mine! feelings were coupled with Love, forever, loss, grief and Xander stilled, realized a grave error on his part and immediately began to send every loving emotion and reassuring thought he could through the link. Spike pulled off bit hard into his own wrist and proffered the dripping limb to his consort. It was taken without protest, kissed contritely and in apology then the blood was taken.

Xander licked the wound closed then turned to claim his partner's lips in a passionate kiss that spelt devotion and loyalty.

They alighted at the Basel airport situated in the city's French sector, and were immediately whisked to the Swiss customs by bus and met by one of Anton's staff as they exited the building. It was daytime, thankfully valet parking and limousines were directed to an undercover area for 'loading'.

They were driven to the Canton of Solothurn just east of the Basel area. Now the link lay utterly without restriction. Xander and Spike were both in identical black on black formfitting outfits, made to fit thigh height boots and custom designed 'dusters' that Xander (despite his earlier 'rejection' moment) had to admit were…Very cool. His had a high collar that pulled (with a flick of the right hand) to reveal the Master's claim mark while not opening any other area to attack. Spike simply had a flap over his right nipple that revealed the regular feeding spot of his consort. Other than that the outfits were a pigeon pair.

Spike had a little time to quietly explain to Xander as they drove to the castle. The Vampire states of Europe were often interwoven or at least mirrored their human counterparts therefore the establishment of a court in this locale was a given.

During the sixteenth century, the Swiss Confederation was composed of thirteen self-governed states. The states were called cantons, and there were two different kinds of cantons: the six forest cantons and seven urban cantons. Though they were technically part of the Holy Roman Empire, they had become almost completely liberated when the Swiss defeated Emperor Maximillian in 1499.

The six forest cantons were democratic republics left to their own devices where demon influences were concerned, however the seven urban cantons were governed by city councils. These city councils were controlled by small oligarchies of wealthy citizens, a great number of whom were masters of vampiric families. They participated in the unicameral parliaments as legitimate members, and controlled the activities of their minions and fledges to maintain legitimacy. In return for their protection and associated power the influence across the European regions grew. Other nations adopted different power bases but toward the 1600s the Master of Aurelius annexed the vampiric clans of Europe and silently took back control of Europe at least where demons were concerned. The Cantons all bowed to the Aurelian rule…at least until now…

As the two stepped from the limousine and into the ancient building, Spike took his partner's hand and squeezed hard. There was no pretence and he received no moment of reluctance, that was behind them. They would face any 'Prince Willy' scenario together.

A quiet voice greeted them, "Great to see you William…Alexander!"

Anton was waiting smiling at the two as they alighted from the car. He greeted both men with the traditional kiss to both cheeks, followed by a firm handshake. Xander feeling in that moment rather silly for his former outburst as the genuinely welcoming smile and brotherly backslap gave him a sense that Anton was actually his family too.

The castle was impressive. The ancient eight inch thick, black forest pine doors groaned in protest as their brass hinges were forced to move and admit the newcomers.

Xander stood for a moment and ventured his view upward. Enormous iron candelabras hung from inch thick loops of chain attached to an ornate ceiling at least a hundred feet above them. The sweeping staircase with a banister wide enough to ride even the largest adult, had walls decorated with a progression of 'family portraits' documenting at least eight hundred years of ruling occupants in the incumbent family.

Xander was again amazed by his partner. Spike looked utterly at ease, thanked Anton for his hospitality and went on to comment in a complimentary mode regards some of the images of relatives on the first landing. Anton was obviously pleased and began to fill 'William' in on the various foibles and failings of said ancestors (or in the case of the immortal, his 'inheritors').

As the afternoon progressed, Xander learned to his utter amazement that Anton had begun his life somewhere back in the times of ancient Greece. He didn't even recall if they had studied that period at school but knew the story of Troy from the movies ten or so years ago.

Anton seemed to sense the importance for Xander to understand the history and the dynamic they were about to face, so shared with both Spike and his consort his own 'story' to begin the process. For Spike it was revelatory, but not unexpected. For Xander it was utterly amazing.

Anton was borne the youngest son of the youngest cousin of Kleisthenes (the head of the Alcmaeonid clan) the year he came to power in 510BC, ruling Greece with an all but reformistic (some would suggest liberal) agenda. As a consequence, Anton had grown up in a very wealthy household in Athens. It was still an ancient kingdom then, fielding threats from warring neighbors – particularly the Persians. Despite that, changes to slave laws and rules regarding democratic decision making were introduced under his uncle's rule and issues of state permeated all their family discussions.

As was the custom amongst the rich, he was initiated into the art of love-making by a favorite aunt at seventeen. A devoted teacher she trained him carefully, just as he was also trained in the art of war by an elderly warrior then attached to the household as mentor and sparring partner, and educated in the literary and mathematical disciplines of the time by a friend of his father. He had a wonderful male cousin, a few years his senior, with whom he explored other bodily delights, expected behavior for the men of his time. Yet it was not always to be so…

Within months of Anton's minor participation at the win against the Persians at Marathon (he was held back as son of a noble until the last assault), he was faced with an eternity of decisions rather than a lifetime.

By that stage, he was twenty eight, married and destined for a ruling position in one of the clan's regions just west of Athens, but one fatal night was turned at a drunken victory party at the villa of a friend.

Oddly he was never really part of vampire culture, as his Sire, (a Master from the Hittite era, though hailing from Egypt) was the epitome of a hedonist, and exhibitionist of the first degree, setting up camp in one of the local temples and attending parties, engaging the locals with gay abandon. Unfortunately, two nights after he turned his second Childe, the lovely Anton, he fell foul of a low lying broken tree branch as he staggered home from a drunken orgy, dusting himself only hours away from Anton rising.

Anton awoke as a fledgling Childe with no Sire, laid out as if a sacrifice on the alter of Artemis. Confused and disoriented, the newly made vampire fell to his knees and prayed to the Goddess of the Hunt for forgiveness considering himself to have defiled her sacred place with his inebriated presence but not yet understanding his 'revised' status. Whether it was Artemis (Diana in Roman terms) or the Powers or whoever…he never knew, but he was granted the blessing (or curse) of being immortal, and had his soul restored. The latter was thankfully made undetectable to the demon community, but both 'states' still left him on the outer edge of human and demon contact for close on a thousand years.

As they wandered towards the conservatory and the comment on his own ostracism (a term invented by his uncle Kleisthenes) was offered, both Spike and Xander observed the normally dispassionate Immortal as being quite forlorn. Spike grabbed his own wrist bit down hard then offered the blood of family to Anton…Xander felt the hope and need through the link and understood. He too reached for the Immortal, pulled the free hand to his lips and kissed it, then placed the back of the same to his forehead as a sign of fealty. Xander felt…safe, and now understood Spike's need to have this ancient warrior as his proxy Sire.

For Anton it was two and a half thousand years before he chose a settled 'partnering' with a Slayer, Buffy, and another ten before he felt the tug of 'family' in a way that had not drawn him since his own turning. The sudden entrance into his existence of William and his Consort somehow completed a link that he had not even realized he was missing, until it happened…and now he was…content. For the first time in two and a half millennia he had a sense of wholeness again, it was extraordinary…and something he was not willing to let go…the latter being a second epiphany for the afternoon.

Anton had not really ever aspired to the control of Europe, but the protection of family was quite a different issue. The plans for the following day fell into place as Xander was given a crash course in traditional Consort etiquette, and Spike tried desperately to remember all the names and various political agendas of those due to arrive. He could not have done it without Anton and his staff.

They were seated on classic leather couches sipping port in the enormous library, Anton obviously enjoying his role as host, when matters fell to the serious reason for their visit.

"William…Alexander…I am sure you are aware of your role here as Named Successor and his Consort, along with the basic expectations…and must say that your choice of attire will impress. However I am also fairly certain that even you William may be unprepared for the challenges.

Anton held his hand up to still Spike's automatic move to protest.

"Little brother, it is the order of things…they may challenge you physically, mentally or magically, indeed your consort will no doubt be included, but it is only so you might prove yourself to this disparate group. Prove yourself worthy and you may rule with impunity and abdicate in favor of Connor at any time should you wish it."

Despite a variety of different questions, Anton remained silent regarding the exact nature of what might be to come, though Xander learned of his expected position during meetings…in Spike's lap! Something that made them both snigger then become concerned as his larger size was hardly conducive to Spike 'doing business'. Anton eventually suggested a 'cross' position where Xander might actually sit on a cushion beside his partner yet continue to intertwine legs and show open affection as was custom.

After several more drinks (alcohol rather than blood) and 'finger food', Xander and Spike retired to their quarters.

They were lying on their backs side by side on the biggest circular bed either of them had seen, though utterly in keeping with their surroundings…The suite was extraordinary, the ceiling painted almost in Schloss Neuschwanstein style, all stars and angels. Xander could not help but wonder what demon would create such…beauty.

"Penny for your thoughts luv."

"What?"

"Penny for your thoughts…? What is it in that noggin of yours that's worth pondering so hard as to cause you to ignore this…" Spike licked from Xander's navel to his right nipple for a second time…apparently without effect…

"It's just so…The ceiling…how could one person see that and recreate it and…" Xander rolled to lie on his side facing his beautiful partner. "You know I thought I was so good with my whole working with wood and then the whole construction gig but I come to Europe and these guys have been doing unbelievable things for thousands of years…It's all so much better than me! You know…the buildings that we put up today back with Jim…someone will bulldoze in twenty years…but these guys…" He gesticulated around the room, "These guys built it knowing that it would be here forever…like Anton…like you…Like you Spike…and I'm like the crass southern Californian high rise…Ready to be bulldozed after twenty years or so…" He trailed off.

Spike had thought about discussing the turning of his consort as he knew there would be no problem installing a soul given his contacts…but it was not the time. Spike was also fearful that it seemed to have escaped Xander's attention that if Xander died so did Spike, and there was nothing magical about that…He simply could not live without his consort and would walk into the sun. The shy Victorian, and wounded lover in him was not game to ask, quite yet, if the reciprocal was true.

Spike felt the anguish through the link but really could not begin to give an answer, so chose to bite rather than speak. How could you explain eternity or even two hundred years to someone who had only lived thirty something? He was struggling after the Immortal's revelations…Two and a half thousand years…Angelus had had two hundred and fifty with some change…Darla four hundred…the master maybe seven but they were all babies compared to this ancient.

Yet now the Immortal named William Aurelius as brother, and had stepped in to 'second' him in what was the most significant shift in vampire rule across the world for five hundred years. Spike's chest tightened and tears threatened as that thought came to rest. Two and a half thousand years and yet Anton had taken him – a slim blonde, hundred and sixty year young vampire – as brother…

But Master William Aurelius chose to let his consort worry for the moment. Reminding him any possibility of an immortal status was redundant. Instead he nuzzled into his lover's neck and fell into game face then pushed as much love and desire as he dared through the consort's connection before offering his own dripping wrist and taking his partner's neck exchanging enough blood to force the human to a relaxed to sleep. He would feed him master's blood again upon waking to bolster his consort's strength before meeting the court…until then, Spike simply cuddled the inert figure to his chest and joined him in slumber.

Despite his exhaustion from the long trip, Xander woke before Spike. It was late morning. He rose, threw on the thick ankle length dark blue robe and slippers provided by Anton, then carefully slipped between the curtains to access the balcony. He was conscious of not opening them too wide for fear of scorching his nearest and dearest. He smiled a little and had to confess the danger was minimal, as soon as Xander had shifted, his blonde vampire snuggled into the vacated 'warm spot' somewhere beneath a mountain of duck down duvets.

They had arrived in darkness, now Xander had a chance to enjoy the view. They were in a hilly region close to the border of France and somewhere outside the village of Dornach apparently.

Xander took a deep breath of the icy air and noted that ears and nose were definitely noticing the difference in temperature. Sacramento was wintery, but this…It all simply looked like a classic Christmas card picture…the entire vista covered in snow, with occasional perfectly shaped pines pushing their greenery through, and traditional houses and barns dotting the landscape on the lower land for as far as the eye could see. He noticed that he could just make out a few spires of Donarch, and the roof of their huge Goetheanum building that Anton had informed them served a variety of civic purposes – impressive for such a small town.

The position on the balcony revealed that the castle itself was built on the edge of a steeply sloping and rather rocky hillside, though still fertile enough to support vegetation and graze sheep and goats in summer. Obviously they had driven up from the opposite side of the building last night, as there was a road winding its way around the hillside well below. The whole structure appeared to have been built almost exclusively from grayish/brown stone with a hotch-potch of natural rock and manmade buttresses supporting the base. Xander marveled at the masons' skills and idly wondered who had to carry all the materials up that hill. Anton had spoken of the extensive grounds, Xander had to assume they were on the same side as the entrance hall.

Xander stood for some time, his mind drifting to ponder what might be to come today, tomorrow…for the rest of his time with his Master Vampire. Might it be that the challenges they were about to face would cut that time together short. As if on cue, a gust of icy wind whistled up from below, catching Xander's robe and causing a reflexive shiver. He took one last look at the sunlit vista, then pushed past the heavy curtains, returning to his now stirring partner and to face the day.

Xander could not help but grin broadly as the untidy pile of bedcovers began to move, complete with snuffling and several animalistic growls, before a very rumpled, half asleep blonde sat up, rubbing his eyes with his fists and yawning a little. The image was adorable, the sheer size of the bed gave him the appearance of a small child, and Xander could not hold back a snigger as he imagined a teddy bear tucked under his boy's arm.

Before Spike could gather his wits fully, he was bowled over again as Xander launched himself onto the bed, pushed his partner down and kissed him soundly.

Spike gave a surprised yelp, then managed to push his attacker away for a moment, "Oi you git!" [another kiss] "gerrrroofff you're face…bloody freezin'!" At which point Xander dove under the covers to rub his icy hands and face over his lover's bed warmed torso.

"Why you!!!!" Spike retaliated, swiftly joining his consort under the covers and delighted to find that Xander was somewhat hampered by the long robe he was wearing. What ensued was a little difficult for either party to work out afterwards, but ended up with Xander tightly wrapped, caterpillar style, in both his attire and the bedlinen with Spike straddling him. Still a little surprised by his success, the vampire unwrapped just enough of his consort's nether regions to give a good morning welcome of the 'tongue and nipping' variety until Xander was incoherent, begging and arching off the bed.

Spike kept his partner on edge as he unwrapped all of his prize. He quickly prepared them both, then threw a large duvet over their combined form and proceeded to give a 'warm winter welcome to Schweiz'.

They emerged just after, freshly coiffed and dressed for lunch. As they descended the stairs to the dining room, it was impossible for Anton to miss the extra few touches and scent of both men, and smiled to himself with approval. The Master and his Consort would need each other like never before if they were to get through the next few days.

The meal was pleasant, Xander discovering he was ravenously hungry and willing to tackle anything. Traditional French onion soup, a classic spatch-cock and a variety of cheese and fruit. As Xander collected a second helping off the cheese platter, Spike leaned over and whispered "Gone are the days of Twinkies as a food group 'ey pet."

Xander simply grinned, chewed down on the grape he had popped in his mouth and replied, "Never."

Anton and Spike both partook in the first part of the meal, but were served with a 'warm red' to finish. Spike had wondered if Anton still needed blood given his status but had never been game to ask. The Immortal saw Spike's eyebrows lift as he recognized the flavor as human.

"Donor blood, little brother, willingly paid for. I need far less than you to live as age always determines but it is still necessary."

"It must have been hard for you in early times…"

"I'm not sure of that. In our sanitized world now, much goes to waste that was available then and the blood of animals is acceptable in hard times. Until I became a more 'well known' let's say, my unwillingness to kill, unless necessary, made things…difficult at times." An empathetic look flicked from Spike had Xander realizing this discussion was no longer just about the blood.

"But your influence across the world…especially Europe…?"

Extraordinary pale green eyes met Aegean blue,"…Is not to do with bathing in the blood of others, though some may well deserve it. I spent hundreds of years traveling and studying, watching and learning…the privilege and the curse of the timeless. One begins to see patterns, solutions, opportunities…the wisdom of the ages can be a powerful tool, others will pay for it, in currency, favor or kind.

"The importance is to be…enigmatic. It is as simple as remaining uninfluenced by the agendas of others yet understanding them; strengthening one's own spiritual centre without trying to influence others; refusing to seek power yet able to exert it when needed; living in the times (perceived odd even by some mortals); allowing others forget your age and experience, and misinterpret your youthful appearance; and be willingly to be underestimated by the arrogance or prejudice of others if it gains tactical advantage. But then, I suspect we are together now because we have all used the latter to fine effect." Anton idly fondled the large pearl earring he regularly wore and turned his attention from his brother vampire to catch Xander's eye with a fond and knowing look.

Xander felt the gaze like a caress to his very soul. That praise had only ever been afforded him by one other, the blonde vampire in the room. As Spike reached over to squeeze his consort's hand, reinforcing the Immortal's words, Xander struggled to pull his emotions back under control.

They were interrupted as Gregor cleared his throat politely, "Excuse me, Master Anton but we have just been informed that the Dowager Alenka and her entourage will be arriving in just under an hour. Ivan is apparently with them. Shall I inform Bothes and Stefano?"

"Thank you Gregor, I think that is wise but only to reassure them that the Dowager gives her word he will behave, so we are confident that there will be no trouble from him for any in attendance. There should be few other surprises."

"Very good. Is there anything else?"

"No thank you Gregor…we'll finish up here and prepare."

Gregor had stood at Spike's back during the rescue of Xander, the vampire now stared at the immaculately dressed 'PA', and tried to reconcile the fierce warrior with corporate Switzerland. Mused that even Anton's staff were edging on the enigmatic…then suddenly comprehended the content of the message, "Ivan?!!! I thought he would have dusted years ago!? He made Angelus look like a bloody pussy cat, murderous bastard…Right sack of hammers…Why's he…?"

"We are all aware of his…particular tendencies in the past, William…but he dusted a certain Master Vampire's Grandchilde, Peter, in an argument in seventy one, forfeiting his existence. But the Dowager decided instead to take him as Pet, and now simply will not go anywhere without him. We must have her here to gain the approval of the northern clans."

"Alenka's Peter? Damn shame! He was a right lad…Still…Ivan…a Pet!…Bloody hell!…Daft, aristocratic, old bint!…" The flash of fear in Spike's eyes gave Xander no doubt that, despite the state of his 'hammers', Ivan just may have received his comeuppance.

Anton smiled indulgently then stood and addressed Xander. "I know you understand my role as surrogate Sire in this process, Alexander. And I know that both you and William have given particular attention to making the link between you as strongly as you might, in both coupling and blood, but I now must ask that you accept my blood and I yours. I will ask permission first from William and then from you as is custom. You do not have to agree but I feel it will allow you both, and William in particular, to succeed in the challenges."

Xander turned to Spike who looked as surprised as Consort. If this was to be a formal exchange then…He racked his brains for all the lessons in Vampiric Law Darla had beaten into him. He need not have worried, as Anton took the lead Spike recalled the memorized words.

The Immortal stood in front of the blonde and too his hand, resting it palm up in his own as if in a dual offering, "William the Bloody, Master Vampire of the Aurelian line, in the place of your true Sire, will you allow me to taste of your Consort and gift him with the blood of an elder of your family, strengthening us all in this time of need."

Spike looked momentarily at Xander but saw there was only love and trust, and a determination that was so…Xander that Spike hesitated but for a second. "Yes I do Sire. And offer you my blood in gratitude as I so offer it to my Consort on this day."

Anton then repeated virtually the same act with Xander, "Alexander, Consort to Master Vampire William the Bloody, in the place of the true Sire, will you allow me to taste of your blood and gift you with the blood of an elder of your family, strengthening us all in this time of need."

Xander found the words of the impromptu ceremony profoundly moving. This really was family and blood, and so much 'bigger' than the couple that was 'Spike and Xander'. He belonged, they belonged, at each other's sides and now also to a far more complex picture that was only just beginning to emerge. He did not know the correct words, so did his best to remember Spike's, and adlibbed the rest, "Yes Sire, I give you permission to taste me, and I wish to accept your gift and thank you…and I will offer the same to William the Bloody too." The last few words, not so much an afterthought as a confused one, were blurted out so quickly that Xander blushed with embarrassment, Anton's eyes twinkled with mirth and Spike refrained from rolling his.

Anton gently pulled Xander toward him until they were in an intimate embrace. It felt warm and welcoming, and the brunette let out a breath he did not even realize he had been holding.

Spike watched fascinated, he had never considered Anton with vampiric features. Xander's back was to Spike and he saw the ethereally beautiful change for the first time…not like others of their race but changed nevertheless. The eyes remained green but his face did shift a little, ridges appeared making his visage darker and eyes appearing larger than ever. The fangs were pure white and with incisors bearing more in common with a big cat's than the jagged edges of virtually all the vampires Spike had seen before. An immortal panther came to mind, and Spike smiled.

Xander felt the familiar sting of the bite, then the pleasant tug as blood was drawn but thankfully did not succumb to the usual (and in this circumstance, rather embarrassing) instant arousal that occurred with Spike. Instead, he felt a sense of calm and strength. Anton withdrew, laved the punctures once, and leaned back a little to open a cut on his neck using a metal thimble fitted with a minute blade. He pressed Xander's mouth over the wound, stroking the Consort's his hair as he drank.

The blood did not taste like Spike's, it had a strange rich, almost smoky flavor to it, like very old Brandy, but with a definite 'kick'. Again it was nothing like the experience with Spike, and released after three pulls as he felt the wound closing over. Feeling quite dizzy, Xander was grateful for the ongoing embrace.

Spike moved closer, tore open his wrists and shared them between Consort and 'Sire'. This time Xander all but passed out. The 'buzz' Xander always received from Spike's blood and the charge through the link was now multiplied tenfold. As soon as he released Spike lifted him from Anton's arms and carried him carefully to a padded dining chair moving his arms onto the table and resting his head on them to recover for a moment.

Anton waited patiently then opened his arms to William inviting an embrace. "Thank you for your gift, now take of me Childe."

As Spike bit down over the place where the already healed cut had been made, and a quiet hand stroked his hair and held him in place, a tear of deep gratitude rolled across his nose ridges and joined its twin, to drip onto Anton's jacket, the dot marking family, love and thanks.

William licked the wound once then moved from the hug and looked at the Immortal with emotion filled eyes. "Thank you, Sire."

Little else was said as Xander and Spike retired to their suite to await the guests. It was suggested that they join the 'throng' after most of the visitors had arrived. This suited both of them. Spike insisted that Xander take more of Spike's blood, now infused with that of the Immortal, and Xander donated some of his back in return. Taking the activity lying down on their bed in the late afternoon and with aught else to do an inevitable the after dinner shag and pre meeting snooze was enjoyed. But neither could help thinking "Calm before the storm", as they embraced and drifted off

Showered and dressed, Spike fixed his partner's black eye-patch in place, noting the plain thick gold earring that had replaced the usual 'matching pair, and tweaked it. Xander just smiled a somewhat nervously, made worse by Spike's uncharacteristic fussing in the previous fifteen minutes, "Hey!…OK…Just figured…you know…thigh high boots and eye patch, and pretty blonde on the arm, figured I may as well go the whole pirate theme. Watch out for the parrot at next year's party."

Spike ignored the attempt at levity and pulled his partner into a firm hug, as much for his own courage as Xander's. Upon release however, he gave a customary sniff, lifted his chin and headed for the door, his Big Bad with Consort persona firmly in place. Xander followed with his own slight smirk and thoughts of 'Ho yeah…we are in the building!'

Both attired in their leather as planned, they made a striking impression of solidarity and confidence as they descended the broad marble staircase in step and apparently utterly at ease. All eyes were immediately on the pair. Assessing, measuring, noting, considering, some, no doubt, plotting.

Anton moved to the first landing to greet them, stopping the 'guests of honor' not standing on ceremony, but simply leading them into the various groups for introductions, and some reunions as it turned out. Xander noted that despite his Consort feeling a little overwhelmed, Spike was attentive to a fault and made him feel utterly equal in the confusing procession of meet and greets (despite the number of languages that Xander didn't speak).

Spike's initial suspicions were confirmed, as many supporters of his claim as there were contenders, yet none able to deny his blood right. He recalled the silly Monty Python tape his Consort had played over and over, years ago when he was tied to a chair in that horrendous musty basement "Crucifixion…line on the left…one cross each" His executioners given the right chance, were certainly all here.

He took Anton's advice to heart. Listened analytically, assessed on his 'Sire's' advice regarding the 'leanings' and agendas, and all the while attempted to be charming, 'underplayed'…and protective of his Consort!

Xander was rather shocked at the gathering. Some clans were distinct in their 'look' (Masters seemingly only to have turned blondes or males or folks who liked jazz…go figure!?); some went for 'traditional team look' (admittedly not so much the corporate team, rather…creepy game face and vampire features); but the groups that stood out for Xander were those like Spike, Anton, Stephano, and [he hated to admit this…at times] Angel, Drusilla, and Darla…dressed for, and blending with the world of high fashion, high flyers or high society whenever they chose.

Xander politely nodded to a clan covering the Basque region and 'to the south'. He was desperately trying to remember where on the map that was, but thanked his SoCal heritage for recognizing the odd word or two of Spanish but was still unwilling to ask where exactly. Thankfully Spike engaged the group in a rapid conversation, asking a few key questions then appearing most concerned and offering condolences more than once. Xander nodded and attempted a 'sincere condolences look' (apparently with success) yet still had no idea for whom, when or what he was 'in sympathy'.

He was almost relieved when Anton drew them from the main hall to a slightly quieter alcove near the library where Anton led toward a seated figure obviously surrounded by what appeared to be attendants. Logic told him this had to be the aged Dowager Alenka, and sure enough Anton announced rather formally, "Madam Alenka, may I present William the Bloody and his Consort Alexander." The group parted to allow the incoming party to meet the 'lady' herself.

Xander was completely stunned. In front of them sat, knees neatly to the side, chin high ready for visitors to greet and admire, an extremely attractive voluptuous red head. She was dressed in classic couture of deep satin green gown with beading to make any diva weep. She could have been a movie star, but for the odd fact that there was a collared and restrained snarling vampire kneeling at her feet and she all but wreaked of arrogance and malice.

The luscious husky, 'come hither' voice, and calculated smile soon dissuaded Xander of any notion that she might be any less than the danger he felt as they discussed her after lunch. He had anticipated deadly…and manipulative but he was struggling, she was hardly the vision of a wizened elderly alpha bitch of the royal vampire 'socialites' he had mentally prepared for.

Spike stepped forward took the hand that was proffered and kissed it politely. "Good evening Madam Alenka. My Consort and I are most honored that you have graced us with your presence."

The Madam Vampire addressed her fellow vampire in near perfect English apparently for the benefit of Xander as she leveled her gaze on the human. "How lovely to see you again darling William. It is always a pleasure to be in the presence of one of the original line particularly after so long, and with your own pretty pet I see. What a pity he is flawed, such fragile creatures…still I am sure he has his uses." There was no warmth in her eyes as she leveled her gaze at Xander. He had the odd impression of being watched by a deadly snake and a sudden urge to grab Spike's hand and pull them both away. Xander shivered under her serpent's gaze and was grateful to feel Anton's reassuring touch on the small of his back, and calmed a little as Spike politely continued to converse with the female in her preferred tongue of German.

At the sound of the dinner gong, the proceedings shifted to the ballroom and the more formal part of the evening. The room had been set up as an enormous board room, a circle of tables with all members seated to face the centre. An obvious space had been left to for the 'guest of honor' and his consort to the right of Anton.

Xander was sitting as close as possible to Spike without being in his lap. His left leg was draped over the top of Spike's right, the other leg wound entangled underneath. Spike's right arm was around Xander's shoulders, while his left hand petted and caressed his consort. Xander's left arm was around Spike's waist while his right slid inside the vampire's coat to rest easy on the taut torso muscles. Far from feeling embarrassed by the odd position in a room full of vampires, the lone human felt reassured. He was made even more confident by the affection flowing between them through their mating link.

Anton began proceedings, Xander surprised that he began in English.

"We gather today to ascertain the worthiness of the named successor to the leader of the clans of Europe, the Master of Masters. The original Aurelian lineage has precedence, William the Bloody has agreed to the challenges. His full blood brother Connor – created of Angelus and Darla – is very young and yet to be trained and educated fully in Vampiric Law. Something that now named as proxy Sire, I will address in due course.

"Should you agree to William the Bloody leading our clans, it will be his right to share power with his brother Connor or hand over power to him with approval from the clan masters'.

"Your fellow Masters mark that you have been chosen, but three contend your claim – two on the grounds of Angelus soul, one on your Siring. Three of our delegates have queried your worthiness on the grounds of your American interests, a further three contend your ability to lead on the grounds of your ensouled status, and one challenges your human consort and his loyalty."

At the challenge to Xander, Spike's grip on his consort tightened and his growl was heard across the room, but was not permitted to speak until permission was granted by Anton.

Alenka grinned broadly. If she could only convince the three other clans of her power over Spike's mate, then his weakness would be apparent, and his claim to the ruling position would be lost. Ivan would then be able to 'tidy up' any loose ends. But she began slowly. The hunt was just as much fun as the kill after all.

A large vampire from one of the French clans, spoke up in his native tongue, "Why don't we get the easy things out of the way, Anton??" He gestured toward Spike falling into game face and snarling, "This…ex-patriot from England has wandered between continents…living on another for the time the previous master ruled. And his Sire was worse! Why is it we are now to bow to this vagrant?!"

Anton answered him, very deliberately in English, "Because all others eligible have been eliminated, but more than that. William the Bloody has survived…" Anton went on to detail Spike's lineage, age and status. He made mention of the early exploits of Spike, emphasizing his influence, along with that of others in his direct line, finishing with detail of the financial success of the Aurelian estates, and Spike's part in the recent success with the Initiative in Italy.

A smaller red headed vampire, in full game face, snarled at Anton, then stood pointed a crooked finger at Spike and yelled, "He's a traitor!! He ran with the Sunnydale Slayer…and then took her little friend here as a lover! He's weak and unworthy as a vampire…let alone to lead the clans!" The speaker half stood and spat across the room in Spike's direction. He missed.

Anton replied with his usual calm, "The situation on the Hellmouth was unique and to survive, with an Initiative chip, surely an extraordinary testimony to his strength! I wonder have you killed two of the original Slayers? Did you survive the hand of Angelus and Darla as Grandsires, or run with the mad seer Drusilla? Have you fought a God or eliminated the Turok'han and faced the First? Have you been burned to dust and resurrected? Or suffered the Nabbucco trials and won? Did you face the hellions of the Black Thorn and survive? I would take care who you name weak."

The other vampire growled loudly then stood and screamed, "I will not be ruled by Ensouled filth!!" while launching himself over the tables to land directly behind Spike. He launched himself at the still seated Spike but miscalculated the Master Vampire's speed and barreled headlong into the back of the chair.

Faster than Xander's eye could track, Spike had grasped the back of the back of the other vampire's neck and hauled him to vertical again. This was followed by the smaller, and according to his current captive, 'weaker', blonde effortlessly removing the other's head with a speedy twist and tug on the neck. The room was silent as the dust settled.

Anton finally spoke and Spike took his seat again. "I am sure William the Bloody would be happy to engage anyone else who queries his weakness…" Silence reigned for some time, until one vampire who reeked of age, stood and addressed the group in a heavy German accent.

"I have no doubt of the strength of William of Aurelius…anyone who is of the old Master's line and who has survived Angelus must have of physical fortitude beyond measure. But my protest is made on the grounds of his lack of European knowledge. He is not schooled in our ways. He has lived in America for too long, he is British by birth…" Spike muttered under his breath "English, I'm bloody well English!!"

Anton interjected, "It is right that we test the traditions, error will mean loss of standing." He then proceeded to test Spike with a variety of questions pertaining to Vampire Law using an ancient dialect of Czechoslovakian. There were only three around the table who fully understood William the Bloody's prompt and fluent answers.

Anton's last question related to Spike's understanding of the relationships between all the clans.

"Shall I tell them their place in their own tongue, Sire." Spike looked up to the Immortal with faux innocence as he questioned.

Anton grinned, answered, "By all means William." Then sat back to listen as Spike proceeded to go around the table using the native languages of each delegation, giving their relationship to the Aurelians and a justification as to why they should bow to him.

Alenka smiled sweetly as Spike addressed her, though Xander noticed that the good humor never reached her eyes.

As Spike finished the round, there were many in the group who were obviously beginning to relish the idea of following William the Bloody.

It was time. Alenka stood fluidly and addressed the group.

"Do you really think it is necessary to further test the Master Vampire? Is it not obvious that he is powerful and capable?? My concern is the loyalty and the resilience of his Consort. After all, if there is a weakness, then it must be his human consort. Humans are always so deliciously unfaithful…unreliable…edible."

Spike was immediately in game face, growling menacingly, but Anton put a calming hand on one arm while Xander held the other hand and sent reassuring, loving messages through their link.

Anton addressed the female vampire, "What are you proposing?"

Madam Alenka smiled gracefully as she took the floor, "Oh nothing too complicated…I only ask that I have a few minutes to connect with our little human friend here. Anton, I'm sure you will agree to me discovering his 'leanings', perhaps even in private…no harm no foul…Hmmm?"

The others around the table cowered in turn as she leveled her deadly gaze at each of them, challenging anyone to comment.

The vampiress was magnificent…a combination of the murderous Catherine de Medici and Caligula's mother. Lilah Morgan of Wolfram and Hart would have kissed the very ground she walked on. And the backroom powerbrokers of the media and 'society' would do well to take lessons from this dowager of evil. It was unrelated to having direct power but using any or all influence and deviation to make or break an out of favor incumbent, or even prospective leader. All the malice and conniving packaged…not in an immaculately coiffed and coutured, nipped and tucked and strapped, starved and lifted, body of a sixty something super bitch, but in a timeless body of an utterly voluptuous red head with a spectacular figure of a thirty something woman. She was utterly at home with her assets and deadly in her intent with some 250 years of vampiric experience with the Russian and northern European clans at her beck and call…

Spike was immediately on his feet growling, but a calm hand on his shoulder from Anton staid his attack. "You may work with him in public, here in the centre of the room."

Alenka was delighted but gave a feigned pout of innocent submission, "As you wish." Now it was simply a matter of publicly controlling this weak creature and William the Bloody's claim would be null and void.

As he shifted to move to stand between the tables, Xander whispered "Please…The Link!", and gained such a strong jolt of possessiveness that he felt that things might just turn out.

He stepped forward to face their most dangerous adversary yet.

"My Darling Anton, I would have Master Spike do me the courtesy of ceasing contact via the Consort blood link, and of course request that you too refrain from accessing his thoughts." She looked pointedly at Spike, then reviewed the room to garner their approval. Many heads nodded in agreement. They all knew that if anything were to happen to Spike, there would be little left to favor his Consort.

Anton seemed impassive, nodding at the Madam Vampire and indicating the floor was hers. "Of course, dear Alenka. But also note that once tested the results will stand for all time."

"Oh…Of course darling…of course!"

Xander stood in the centre, now feeling more vulnerable and threatened than in grade seven during Math pop quiz when the mercenary Mr McCullen decided to embarrass the young Xander by standing him for the entire test.

Spike looked on, desperately attempting not to convey his panic. He had to comply or risk them both. There was nothing he could do. It was now up to Xander.

Alenka now stood in front of the human Consort and took his chin in a silken gloved hand. "No need to fear me dear boy." She began to sway just as Dru used to do when taking her thrall victims. "Come on my pretty, that's it…just watch me…you are soooo pretty…do you know you're pretty?…answer Alenka…"

Xander was now also swaying in time with the vampire in front of him. He nodded obediently.

"Would you like to tell us all who you are?"

Xander answered in sleepy fashion, slurring each word slightly, "Alexander Lavelle Harris, Consort of William the Bloody, he's the Master of Aurelius d'ja know that? Huh [sniggers]"

"Why do you laugh Consort of the Aurelian Master?"

"Cause Spike! 'n Me…[rolls his eyes over dramatically] Phew! Whatever." He gave up trying to control his tongue and began to babble, but Anton realized it for what it was, he frowned as the 'boy' continued, "We've been…ya know friends…friendly friends…well he didn't know at the start but hey…beware the sock puppet with your name on it [sniggers again]"

"So you were in lust with our master Vampire?"

"I was in orgasms Madam…And pffft !!! Still am!! Hah! So take that and shove it up your whatever it is…a f#$%…" Xander's head lolled to one side but his eyes never left the lady vampire.

The Mistress stepped forward to take the slack chin in her hand. "Do you want pleasure?"

"Yes."

She circled him again and found a chair…seating him in a virtual trance state. "Power?"

"Yes." Xander continued to sway even though seated.

"Will you comply to get it?" Alenka continued to circle the seated figure, to the point he felt dizzy trying to follow her progress.

"Ohhh, Yes."

Standing behind the seated figure she reached over to stroke his manhood to erection then sat on his submissive lap.

"Do you acknowledge the blood ties?" She ground their pelvises together.

"Oh Yes!"

"Even mine?"

Spike was on his feet in full game face but Anton restrained him.

"Yes."

She opened his fly and tugged his pants down a little, releasing the turgid member. Then she lifted her skirts revealing her nudity and readiness to the audience present.

She stroked him publicly several times and encouraged him to bend his neck…just so…before opening her own wrist and stating for her audience, "Ahh my darling shall we drink to your new union?"

But instead of drinking, Xander stood, still exposed to the group, and now apparently instantly flaccid. "No."

Alenka was immediately in game face and screaming, "No??!! What do you mean no?! You are the food! You don't say no! I can give you the world and more…How can you say no!?"

Xander was very, very calm. There was no more 'babbling youth', this was the Consort and the man speaking, but also the hyena and the soldier. "You really don't understand do you. You poor deluded old girl! I am the Consort of William the Bloody. I am a child of the Hellmouth. I ran with the Slayer and am a known demon magnet. And I am gay !!! Not sure which memo you missed but…to thrall you have to exchange blood or be willing? Ding…missed on both counts…"

"But you…you…there is no link!"

"Oh c'mon! Spike? Who needs a link?…Who in their right mind would give up that!?? What you thought I'd do that just for…well you?!!" Xander snorted and turned his back on the dowager, intent upon leaving his current 'exposed' position.

Alenka was openly livid and snapped her fingers. Ivan leapt to her command, landing in the middle of the ring set to attack Xander, but Spike was quicker. He broke the chair he'd been sitting on and threw the wooden shard at Xander.

Few saw the move, but those who did were more than impressed. Without looking, Xander caught the flying weapon, spun, and all but flew at his attacker, embedding the stake to the hilt in the still moving assailant. He dusted the deadly Ivan in an act that was to have him spoken about in vampire circles with deep reverence…for decades.

Xander still held a second shard of wood as the dust settled in the small centre space of the room.

Alenka did the only thing she could do. She fell to her knees in full submission in front of the human, though still figured she had one more card to play. Spike saw the twitch, so did Anton, but it was Xander, working on adrenalin and instinct that took her as she moved to strike him again. The shower of dust had several of the delegates brushing their clothes furiously. It was a given, the Northern clans would bow to William Aurelius…and his deadly Consort, and any power struggle due to Alenka's demise would be determined by the will of their new Master.

As Xander zipped himself and rejoined his Master, it seemed that…there were no more questions from the floor.

The meeting was adjourned.

Both Spike and Xander were sobered by the whole encounter. They both always been the obscure figures standing outside, or at best at the edge, of any politics and power before, now it was clear, they were firmly…the focus.

Following the 'consolidation' of Spike's power and the acknowledgement of Xander's position, they slept away a rather disturbed morning intertwined. Both awoke knowing it was Anton they needed, to regain some balance.

Hand in hand, they entered his quarters to strains of Chopin's Nocturne in E flat, something that should not really have surprised them…it fitted…The Piano sung out and the gentle strains wandered through Anton's suite along with the sweet scent from the numerous vases of freshly picked, late spring, alpine flowers.

Xander couldn't help but smile. Anton once admitting to them, in their last visit, that he only owned works of people he knew personally. Of course he had met and associated with Chopin, and an eclectic music collection was a given, but Xander noted a sudden tear in Spike's eye as the next CD began…Somehow as Rigoletto's 'Gualtier Malde', sung by the now retired diva, Joan Sutherland, touched the 'punk rocker' in a way that Xander had no way of accessing…He thought he heard a sigh and whispered word 'Perfection', wondered again at how little he knew of Spike, but decided now was not the time to ask personal questions of his vampire.

Spike broke from the reverie of his listening to see the slightly worried look in his consort's face He squeezed the warm hand, but there was really no need…the love and pride flowing across the link in both directions was so profound and so strong…Xander pulled the pale hand up to his lips and kissed it…Words were sometimes so…redundant.

The doors to the wide balcony had been flung open. Anton was sitting, his back to them, in a classic design, wicker chair, with his feet on the balustrade. A thin trail of smoke from a clove cigarette wound its way up before dissipating, the pleasant, unmistakable odor permeating his rooms ever so slightly. Xander could see a glass of red wine being held loosely. It was the picture of a man relaxed and comfortable in his surrounds. The cigarette bearing hand waved them in with an accompanying, "Come through, William, Master of Aurelius, and Consort Alexander, you are welcome. We have much to discuss."

Spike and Xander joined their host, Spike accepting a cigarette and both guests pouring themselves drinks. Anton had two bottles under the small table and glasses for three. He'd been waiting for them. There was a platter of flatbread, dips and anti pasta, plus a large bowl of fruit on offer.

"Expectin' the troops mate?"

"Just you two…" Anton paused and gave an uncharacteristic sigh, "William, I wonder, will you do me the courtesy of using your true accent this afternoon? I am feeling…a little melancholy."

Spike was both confused and distressed that he might somehow have hurt his new Sire, their host. He complied immediately, but the panicked look on his partner's face and Anton's 'pained expression' distressed Xander also…the feeling flowing freely through the link. Spike reached again for his consort's hand. It was readily given and squeezed. The vampire master addressed the Immortal as requested. The 'King's English' was never better expressed, "I'm sorry Sire, it is habit…and was never done with the intent to offend."

Anton pulled his feet down from their resting place and turned to face Spike," Oh my dear William, you and your consort are my pride and my solace, especially today. You have not offended, it is merely that I wish to speak to the soul and the demon, and it will be easier today…just today…if that might be in your 'natural' tongue…dear Childe, you willingly do me this favor and I am grateful. I confess that the last few weeks have been a little draining. The soft tones of your original speech were always so soothing…"

Spike looked at the Immortal and realized that, despite the relaxed pose, he appeared very tired. So taking a chance, replied in the ancient Greek tongue he'd studied so many years ago. "Would you prefer I spoke in your mother tongue, Sire."

Anton sighed, smiled lovingly with eyes that threatened tears, then replied also in that language, "Will this not offend your Consort?"

"I think he will understand, Sire." Anton nodded at Spike's words and closed his eyes with unfettered fatigue as the vampire quietly explained to Xander that he and the Immortal would converse in Greek, but that Spike would translate everything they needed to know, and that he and Xander would discuss all matters concerned together pre dinner.

Xander had seen the near exhaustion of their host, and decided on his own slightly different course of action. "If it is OK with Anton and you, Master William, I would prefer to go for a ride around the property…Sire?…Anton?…would your riding master put up with a rank amateur?!"

Anton turned to Xander with a genuinely relieved smile on his face, but the address was as much for Spike as the consort when he replied, "You are indeed the diplomat and the heart. How unsurprising the new Master of Aurelius took you as Consort, or that you were found worthy by the most powerful Vampire court in the world…And equally, it is pleasing that I am able to be both grateful and thankful that you are part of my family.

"Gregor will take you riding, simply ask for him. The stable hand will arrange you both with a horse (or a quad bike!)" At the last statement Xander gave a look and a near 'bounce' so akin to
a sixteen year old who had just been told he could 'take the Porsche for a spin', that Anton laughed out loud…"Quad bikes it is then!" and contacted Gregor's cell phone to that effect.

Xander kissed Spike and left his two Greek speakers to discuss vampire matters for an hour or two.

Anton was still smiling at Xander's thoughtfulness but as the man left, he dropped all pretence of human interest and spoke in his original tongue, "Come sit by my feet, Childe." Spike complied without thought and bared his neck as he did so. As Anton took a cursory draft and offered his wrist to his 'Childe', the mood relaxed.

"What did Angelus teach you of the old Masters, William?"

"Not a great deal…um…Only the basics really…Oh Sire, Angelus was never about absolute vampire power or politics, that was Darla! I umm, I…need your help now…Sire…none would teach me. And Dru just…" Spike halted again, this time knowing that accusing his family, grand sires and sire(s) of neglect was both disrespectful and a betrayal, even a century on.

Anton knew the reason for the pause, and rather than take offence, kissed the forehead of the youngster in his charge, his new Master of the European clans. Anton felt the surge of pride that any guardian relative might of the successful son who had matured, and proved a worthy family successor. "There is no need for fear or apologies dear William. I bow to you now also…and offer you my service."

"No Sire…no you can't! I won't…! It's…Please Sire…I need your help not your tribute!" Spike was very close to inexplicable tears, but instead knelt up in front of his mentor, his now Sire.

Anton took the floor with him. "There is no need Childe…no need for this…I am so proud of you…"

"But…I have no idea what it is I need to do…Sire?"

"This is only my opinion…as you are The European Master not I, but it is my thinking…the first and foremost priority is to address the concerns of the various clans. Once done, you must appoint the successor to Mistress Alenka."

"Well that's all well and good, but what are their concerns? They have obviously come to you before…?"

"No Childe. They would not approach me for such solutions. Each clan has asked for time with you. We have allowed each fifteen to twenty minutes' audience with you to put their case. I wonder if you might take a little advice." Spike's respectful gaze and a nod caused the Immortal to continue, "You should deliberate during the evening, then convey your wishes in the morning. To proffer your opinion in any shorter time would be seen as impolite, and indicate that you do not consider their case or their clan worthy of your attention. To alienate the clans so early would be an unwise move for any new Master."

Spike rolled his eyes a little and did a quick mental calculation. There were seven major clans involved and a smaller bunch of affiliated minor courts that would see him in a group. It would be two to three hours of meetings. Longing thoughts for time with his consort shot across their link. Xander replied with love and trust and a small measure of 'thrill'.

Spike sat at the end of an impressive library room, complete with leather bound tomes to the ceiling and ladder for access. He was a little dwarfed by the enormous, deep burgundy leather chair, yet that simply seemed to add to his mystique. Anton sat off to one side like the benevolent relative he was. He appeared disinterested, merely present to idly thumb through his ancient text as each delegation entered with their appeal to their new leader.

Spike was initially surprised at the deference afforded him, then a little shocked as master vampire after master vampire began their audience by kissing the Aurelian ring Angel had gifted him. It was the first time since the first decade or so of his turning, that he felt part of the formal vampire society. And certainly the first time he understood his 'regal' position in it.

William the Bloody had run as a 'maverick' member of the formal Aurelian court for most of his existence. Angelus was hardly one for the court, though (as it turned out now, thankfully) Darla had beaten traditional protocol into all of her direct line. They had all been presented and accepted by the ancient Master.

He found Dru in Rome toward the end of the war…having scrambled back to Europe any way he could, after the nasty 'Nazi sub incident'. He had been somewhat shocked to find Drusilla happily ensconced in the lair in a section of the catacombs under the city, hosted by the local vampire master. Her visions were invaluable, though in truth, mostly indecipherable, nevertheless the other master was enamored by the dark mistress and she had found sanctuary.

Darla had apparently departed for the USA in the late nineteen eighties to join the old Aurelian Master, who had left Europe a couple of decades earlier, intent upon establishing himself as ruler of the Hellmouth in the 'New World'.

Dru and Spike spent much of the mid to latter decades in Paris, Amsterdam, Rome and Athens with healthy doses of Brussels, Nice and London. The period was (if Spike were truthful) one of 'cool parties' and decadent behavior behind closed doors! Dru and he, the Aurelian couple, were quite part of the 'in' crowd, the 'jetset' of late fifties through to early seventies in Europe. After that, Spike had indulged his dark Princess and moved to New York for a time, returning to Europe with yet another Slayer scalp to his credit. They had left after the incident in Prague, to seek out help from their direct line, all of whom had now apparently emigrated to 'the colonies of tea partying traitors'.

The rest was a very bizarre history, and now as Spike listened to the rather petty concerns of each clan, he was somewhat pleased he'd endured it all. Anton smiled to himself from his 'observation post'. He saw the mature vampire, the true Master of Europe, and was confident that the region was in good hands. And he loved 'his boy' just a little more.

Spike took notes on a tiny tablet computer happily provided by Anton. The sleek silver object was perched neatly on a convenient side table, and already loaded onto the database was a summary of each region he was meeting, their powerbrokers, and a brief history. Some of the more traditionalists attending the new supreme Master were rather taken aback by his obvious ease with the new technology. Others saw it as a fine sign that their new leader had a command of all the tools naturally required by a supreme leader of the age.

Spike knew from the outset that the evening was to be a necessary but rather tedious one.

First up, there was the petty squabble between the two German clans over 'supremacy' regards the naming of their Childer. The 'Master' put a quick stop to the debate, dismissing them all and emphasizing his displeasure at being dragged in to such a ridiculous family squabble regarding the 'true line' given that the original Masters had been twins and turned simultaneously. Despite this, Spike also expressed his magnanimous willingness to resolve the matter with 'a decision by tomorrow evening'.

Next, the clan who controlled the south of France, came with concerns that three of their wineries were still classed as 'Cru d' Chateau', and were desperate to improve their standing. Another clan from Spain were similarly challenged with the marketing of their fine tequila and absinthe (the latter still legal in Spain). Spike asked both groups for their marketing strategy, and following a brief summary, suggested that they look at one that broadened to encompass countries outside Europe. He casually pointed out the merits of a merger under the Aurelian umbrella, thereby availing themselves to the use of the court's international contacts. However again, did as his 'Sire' suggested and requested that both groups come back for a second meeting in two days' time to work through the details of such a venture.

He was then faced with quite a different issue. The dear vampires 'managing' an existence on the Steppes of the old USSR were worried that the human population were suffering due to political persecution, industrial pollution and severe weather, and simply were asking for some sort of three year subsistence support from the Aurelian line which would (apart from keeping the clan alive for the next three months) enable them to bolster crops and stock…the humans who were living happily with their philanthropic vampire neighbors, would also benefit and be more willing to barter and 'donate' (animal and human blood), as had been their tradition for some hundred or so years. Anton nodded, Spike gave his agreement without slowing down, however still requested a second meeting, asking them to consider what they thought a 'reasonable amount'.

Various other squabbles from the UK and the Ukraine were tabled by what became a seemingly endless line of representatives.

The group from Alenka's court entered looking rather lost and very nervous. Theirs was a problem he knew of. They had no need for worry, as it turned out. Spike was magnanimous and conciliatory in his approach, and promised to resolve the leadership issue by the morning.

The next conversation regarding some international banking concerns due to the Euro and a number of 'hunting territory issues' around the Czechoslovakian border. It was almost 'more of the same', but as Xander stepped into general view, it seemed that the room shifted. The delegation speaking at the time was somewhat relieved that Spike brightened at the entrance of his Consort, and appeared more willing to review their case for the morning. They took their leave quickly.

Xander (and Gregor for that matter) looked deliciously handsome, all covered in sweat and dirt. The human wearing a boyish grin and the combined scent of petrol, dirt, 'the outdoors' and arousal. Spike smiled as Anton scented Gregor as well, and wondered for a moment…then dismissed the notion as he saw the loyal assistant's gaze drift toward a rather lovely blonde chef du jour, who apologetically entered the room to confirm the dinner arrangements with Anton. Gregor's slow blink and a reciprocal shy smile from the young chef confirmed Spike's suspicions, and as he turned to his new Sire who was gifting his loyal servants with a paternal smile each, was equally pleased. Anton had much to teach 'Master William' yet Spike felt that there could be no better role model than his current Sire.

He was broken from his reverie by Xander's very public kiss as the final appointment was led into the room.

Spike noted the particularly arrogant London Master and his 'P.A.', both grumbling about the delay due to 'the human pet arriving' (all within easy vampiric earshot), followed by several snarky comments comparing the 'service' to 'High Street Specialists' and 'pretentious new QC's'.

Master Reginald, and his PA Stephen, had missed the original meeting and were apparently reluctant to agree with the 'European groupies' of Anton's regarding the 'trumped up claim of some renegade Childe of Angelus'.

Reginald refused to kiss the Aurelian ring, merely waving his lips over it, then took his seat in front of Spike, legs apart, leaning back in the chair and obviously challenging the new Master. He began without appropriate greetings and a tone that spelt disrespect, "Right well, we have several demands that you need to deal with…"

Anton raised his eyebrows at the behavior, and whispered, "Some individuals should really…" But before he was finished, Spike was out of his chair, and in a flash of speed that surprised even the immortal, had the recalcitrant Reginald hauled down and pinned to the floor with his fangs penetrating his subject's thick neck. Reginald's second, Stephen, fell into game face and was about to react in defense of his master but instantly found the human Consort Xander standing calmly, with a stake mere millimeters from his unbeating heart. The vampire stilled, wide eyed, then slumped an