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Soon, Spike found that Kitten had led him to a frieght elevator that had a metal gate painted bright yellow. Kitten pulled up the gate and they both climbed aboard and Kitten hit a button that had a yellow smiley face sticker on it. The other two buttons also had stickers. One button's sticker featured a bright pink flower and the other was a skull and crossbones. Spike figured that he didn't need to ask which was which... they seemed pretty self explanatory.
Quickly enough, the elevator rumbled to a stop and Kitten raised the grating again. Stepping out behind the younger vampire, Spike found himself in a bizare pusedo-kitchen. Kitten had obviously put this together himself using cast off appliences and ancient devices that he'd found and retooled. Two of the walls held modern style cabinets on them minus their doors. Instead, mini-curtians had been cut and sewed to fit them out of what appeared to be a lightly dyed blue native linen. A turn of the century cast-iron wood stove stood in one corner next to a fully modern double sink with PVC pipes and hot and cold running water. A mint green refrigerator cira 1952 hummed loudly along one wall and the floor was covered in scuffed linoleum that was a faded cream and pink. Bundles of herbs and wild flowers hung drying from hooks alongside of a bunch of tied red peppers. It was... homey in it's own pyscotic way.
On the far side of the open space was what appeared to be a dining room. A large wooden table sat in the middle of the area and it was surounded by ten chairs. Four on each long side and one at the head and one at the foot. None of the chairs matched any of the others. They came in all shapes and sytles, not to mention materials. Framed pictures of prosaic sundrenched landscapes filled one entired wall from floor to ceiling.
Along the wall across from the elevator were two doors that stood side by side. One was painted black with a big red X on it and the other was painted red with a big black D on it. Spike assumed, correctly, that they were the bedrooms. Kitten led him to the black door with the red X on it and pushed it open, gesturing with one hand for him to follow.
Spike took a deep breath and braced himself for whatever strangeness he'd find behind Kitten's personal bedroom door and stepped through. He was pleasantly surprized by the quaint sitting area. It was, as he figured, littered with cats, but the color's were muted and the room didn't resemble one of those god-awful Hawian shirts that Xander had favored as a mortal. The smallish space was divided by more free standing screens and contained some overstuffed chairs and another telly and VCR on a black painted wooden stand. As with the other rooms, candles were in great evidence and were, like the others, unlit. Spike figured that candles could be dangerous with all of those bloody cats flitting about, so he didn't complain about them being unlit.
Following Kitten beyond the screens, they finally came upon the sleeping area. Spike was about to exclaim his thanks for small favors as he was looking forward to a good shag to celebrate the general idea of nakedness, when he was brought up short. Blinking to clear away any hallucinations that he might be having, Spike sucked in an unneeded breath. There, lying on the bed amidst a half dozen smaller cousins, was the *biggest* most *beautiful* cat that Spike had ever seen that was *not* in a cage at the zoo.
Kitten quickly shed his lightweight leather jacket and crawled along the bed until he could wrap his strong arms around the magnificantly spotted body of the jaguar. Spike watched in a mindless sort of shock when the big hunter opened it's huge maw and began to *lick* his lover's face. Both of the creatures on the bed began to purr *loudly* in shared happiness. Kitten hugged and petted and murmured soft words of affection and the jaguar licked and nuzzled and purred. Finally, the big cat swiped a huge paw at the vampire, catching him in the shoulder and pushing him flat on his back so that it could better clean and groom the fledgling. Kitten giggled through his purring. Then, he turned sparkling brown eyes up to Spike.
"Spike? This is Baby, my pet kitty-cat. Baby... this is my Uncle Spike. He's Mommy's brother."
The big cat stopped it's licking to look up at Spike. Intellegence shone in it's emerald green eyes and it let out a loud roaring rumbling growl before returning to it's licking and purring. Kitten giggled again.
"Hey Spike, she *likes* you!"
Spike's scarred eyebrow raised up in doubt at *that* statement, but...
"You sure that she doesn't want to rip my arm off and knaw on it for a while? I know I'm delicsious, but I'm rather fond of all my parts, if you know what I mean."
Kitten laughed loudly and offered up a truly wicked smile.
"Yeah... You *are* most tasty and yummy, but Baby isn't going to try and eat you. She know's better than to nibble on a vampire. Baby prefers to eat humans anyway. She thinks they are scrump-dill-ee-osious."
Kitten grinned and Spike snorted in amusement.
"Well... can't fault her taste. Humans are good to snack on. Quite tasty."
Kitten patted a spot on the mattress next to him and his eyes flashed yellow briefly.
"Sit, be comfy. Pet Baby with me."
Spike considered it, for all of one-second, before he decided that he *wasn't* going to touch that cat unless he absolutely had no choice. It wasn't that he was afraid that it would hurt him, it was more that he was afraid that it would *try* to hurt him and then he would be forced to kill it. And Kitten would be sad and angry and he'd most likely pout. Spike would rather *not* have a pouting pissed off vampire digging around inside his skull looking for electronics. It would be best to humor the fledgling for now... then once the chip was out, Spike wouldn't have to worry about Kitten's moods. After all, the young vampire probably looked wonderful with that sinfully full bottom lip all pouty and stuck out, just screaming to be nibbled on.
So, instead of sitting down next to Baby, Spike slid over onto the bed next to Kitten. And petted *him*. He ran his fingers through Kitten's thick dark hair, thoroughly enjoying the sensual feeling of the raw silken strands sliding along his cool skin.
"I don't know pet. As lovely as Baby is, I think I prefer to run my hands all over you, don't I? Can't help it, what with you stretched out across the bed looking all yummy like. S'not my fault at all."
Kitten didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned his head into Spike's hand, arching his neck in delight, a soft smile on his face, dark eyes slitted almost shut. He purred louder.
Enthralled with Kitten's reaction to such a simple touch, Spike brought his other hand around and began to slid it up under the edge of the younger vampire's shirt, searching for the cool firmness of bare flesh. Baby's sharp green gaze watched his every movement and Spike was *certain* that the large cat's expression became slightly jealous. Or perhaps he was just slipping a few mental gears like the rest of his demented family. Whatever it was, what happened next threw him for a bit of a loop.
Baby turned her large furred head and bumped it lightly against Kitten's arm, demanding his attention. Then, when the fledgling looked over at her, she growled a deep rumbling in her chest. It didn't sound threatening or angry, but Spike didn't really know her or her personality well, so he couldn't be too sure about that. However, Kitten *did* react to the noise, just not in any way that Spike could have predicted.
"What?... Oh, yeah. That's a good idea. I'd love to go hunting with you. It's been a long time, huh?"
The large black panther growled lowed in it's throat once again, this time ending the rumbling sound with a big yawn that showed off impressive inch and a half long fangs. Kitten nodded his head seriously, as if considering. Then, he smiled.
"Okay. Just... give me a few minutes to get Spike settled in, and then we'll go. I'm thinking loggers. Sound good?"
Baby purred loudly. Spike could relate. *He* wouldn't mind hunting down a logger for dinner either. Then, with a rueful grin, he replayed that last thought in his head and wondered what had happened to make him feel that he could "relate" to an animal. Kitten was *definately* rubbing off on him... and not in what he considered a good way.
He was about to protest the fact that hunting humans would leave him with a headache and what the bloody hell did Kitten mean by "settling him in", when the fledgling turned and scooted towards the edge of the bed. A dark eyed glance thrown over Kitten's shoulder accompanied by a sexy grin and then the younger vampire began to walk away. Raising an eyebrow up in question, Spike stood up to follow.
"Where are we going Pet? And what did the giant fur ball just say?"
Kitten chuckled.
"Baby wants to go out hunting with me. I said okay. I just thought you'd rather wait here for Mom. She should be home soon."
Spike considered it for a brief second and then nodded.
"Right. So, where should I wait for my Dark Princess? I do want to see her. 'Course, I also want to shag her, beat her to a bloody pulp and possibly poke her with sharp metal objects."
Kitten chuckled again.
"She'd probably enjoy it. And then beg for more."
Spike laughed as well. The fledge was right about that. Dru was beautiful, graceful and deadly. She also *loved* pain. Her own as much as other's.
"Anyway, I thought you might want to wait for her in here."
With that, Kitten pushed open a door and led Spike into another room. It was smaller than the bedroom, but it was also very nicely decorated. Very subdued, for Kitten at least. It was a bathroom. With a huge tub. A huge *hot*tub. Spike smirked evilly.
"Yeah, mate. This'll do. Quite nicely, in fact."
Kitten began to push some buttons and adjust a few knobs. The water began to swirl and bubble. Spike's grin grew wider.
"In a few minutes, the water will be nice and hot. It's room temperature right now."
Spike nodded his head. Then, he quickly began to strip down. His duster came off and was tossed over onto a wooden chair. Then his boots. Next, he peeled off his t-shirt and flung it over by the chair as well. That's when he noticed Kitten watching him with a lust-filled stare. Spike started to unbutton his tight jeans, and then deliberately stopped just before his naughty bits could be seen.
"Sure you don't want to join me Pet? Could have lots of naked fun."
Spike watched as Kitten considered all of the ramifications of that statement. His eyes flashed gold and he had to reach down and adjust his suddenly hard cock. Spike smirked at him.
"Oh so tempting. Very. But... no. I'm gonna go on out with Baby. That way you and Mom can have a... private reunion."
And with one last searching and hungry look, Kitten turned and left. Spike snorted once and then peeled his jeans completely off. Then, turning to the bubbling hot tub, he climbed on in.
Sensual, lovely, wonderful heat *rushed* over his body in a spine tingling wave. His cock was instantly rock hard and he regretted not arguing with the boy about staying and coming in to play. The only thing that would be better than a naked squirming vampire sitting on his throbbing erection would be a naked squirming human bleeding to death on his fangs. With a sigh, Spike wondered how long it would be before he just said to hell with it and wanked off.
"Feathers and fur, teeth and claw. The stars spin and dance and sing. The hunter has come in search of prey. Bite, claw, rend. Feathers and fur, teeth and claw..."
Spike jolted in shock at the whisper soft caress of that smokey and beloved voice. The voice that had haunted his dreams and his nightmares for decades. Without turning around, he addressed her.
"Dru, my love. Care to join me for a bath? Lots of lovely bubbles..."
Laughter like silver bells echoed from the ceiling and then two thin delicate hands slid down over his shoulders and a set of razor sharp fangs slid into his neck. With a gasp of mindbending pleasure, Spike tilted his neck, offering it up to his Dark Princess.
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