Breaking Free (14/many?)
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stillroseTitle: Breaking Free (14/many?)
Fandom: BTVS; Spike/Xander
Warnings: Slash, AU, Sci-fi, mild-violence, bit of Dom kink, descriptions of rape
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lt. “Xander” Harris and Captain William the Bloody have both suffered and lost in the on going war between the Biogens and Council. Now, Xander finds himself a prisoner of Captain William the Bloody (aka Spike). What will be Xander’s fate?
Ok...hope you read the warnings. Also, just to let you know. I'm going to try and get one more update out before I leave town tomorrow. But I don't know. I'm leaving very early in the morning to head back to my hometown for my for a visit with the my dad and step mom plus my 20th high school reunion (SOOOO NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT). I'll try and write by hand during my alone time and hopefully if nothing else I'll have a chapter to post when I get back on Sunday.
Wish me good luck at the reunion. Only going cuz my evil therapist talked me into it.
As always: Feedback make my heart go pitter-patter.
Oh, Spike had slept with others in his bed. Spike had fucked others in his bed; even Angel. Yet, Spike had never really shared his bed. Spike had never felt the peace and security and the total sense of rightness as he did right now with Xander pressed warm against him. Spike reveled in the feel of Xander’s exhales dancing across Spike’s skin. Spike relished the feel of Xander’s hair slipping through Spike’s fingers and Spike worshipped the scent of his boy filling the room.
No, Spike didn’t know what would happen tomorrow but he did know one thing; Xander was his.
Spike knew by the change in his pet’s breathing he was waking up. Spike continued to card his fingers through Xander’s hair. The two had slept for a long time; well past the morning chime. Spike had woken up a little while before but he’d been content to lie with his boy stretched out half on top of him and run his fingers through Xander’s hair.
“I still hate you,” Xander muttered sleepily against Spike’s chest.
Spike chuckled. “Never doubted it for a moment, pet.”
Xander lay there with his face pressed to Spike’s chest and his arm draped over Spike’s waist. Xander couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so rested and so contented. I really do hate him, Xander thought with no fire, conviction or malice and just a touch of denied humor.
What Xander really wanted to do was press tiny kisses on the warm chest under him. Xander wanted to turn his head, crawl up Spike’s body and find out if Spike’s kisses were still as amazing the morning after.
“What time is it?” Xander asked still lying snuggled on top of Spike.
“Close to the lunch chime,” Spike said.
“I’m not reporting for KP,” Xander said.
“Oi!” Spike grinned. “You’ll go on report.”
“I don’t care,” Xander replied.
“You’ll be punished,” smirked Spike.
Xander laughed remembering just how he had been punished for disobeying orders the night before. “I’ll take my chances.”
It was Spike’s turn to laugh. “Cheeky pet!”
Xander propped himself up on Spike’s chest and looked at the beautiful Biogen still stroking his fingers through Xander’s hair.
“I’m not a dog or cat,” Xander said quietly.
“Never said you were,” replied Spike as he met Xander’s gaze.
“I’m not your…,” Xander paused. He wanted to deny now what he’d said last night. I was under duress, he argued. I would have said anything at the moment. It was an unfair dirty trick he pulled.
Spike arched an eyebrow as he waited for Xander to continue.
“That was a rotten trick,” Xander finally said.
Spike smiled. “I’m a big bad Biogen.”
Xander rolled his eye and then pinched Spike. Suddenly Xander tensed and paled! I tried to hurt Spike! Xander waited for the collar to fire.
Spike smelled the fear before he heard the change of heart rate in his boy.
“Xander,” Spike said,” what’s wrong?”
Xander looked back at Spike. The collar still hadn’t fired. Less pleasant memories from the night before were demanding Xander’s attention. I charged him last night! Xander remembered. I charged him and the collar didn’t fire! I kicked and thrashed and the fuckin’ collar didn’t fire.
Spike realized the fear was turning into something else but not quickly enough to prepare for the sudden onslaught of a ticked off Xander. Xander was furious.
“You told me if I tried to harm anyone on the DeSoto the collar would fire!” yelled Xander as he punched Spike without so much as a twinge from the collar.
“Umph!” Spike uttered. My pet can throw a punch, Spike briefly noted before he grabbed Xander’s arms and managed to flip his boy underneath him.
“What I said,” Spike replied as he pinned a struggling Xander under him, “was the collar would fire if you tried to harm the crew of the DeSoto. ‘M not the crew! I’m the captain!”
Xander narrowed his eye and still struggled. “Could you possibly mince your words any finer?”
“If necessary, pet,” Spike replied.
“So what? This is just a game to you?” Xander snarled.
“What?”
“Or were you just so confident I couldn’t hurt you?” Xander managed place a kick into Spike’s side.
“OOOW” roared Spike and then he trapped Xander’s legs with his own. “You little brat!”
“Brat? ‘Council Boy’? Git? Must have been pretty funny watching me tip-toe around you when you never took me as a serious threat,” shouted Xander. “What other names you got? What else you going to call me? This joke? This non-threat?”
“The only one that matters, PET,” Spike snarled. “And believe me, pet, you are probably the most dangerous, as well as annoying, thing I’ve ever brought aboard my ship! I didn’t have Fred set the collar to fire on me because I knew as stupid and as stubborn as you are, pet, you’d probably permanently sizzle your brain while serving as my CM before the end of the first ship cycle!”
“Don’t call me p…,” Spike interrupted Xander by taking possession of Xander’s open mouth. Spike didn’t give Xander a chance to resist; he just swept his tongue inside and reasserted his claim. Xander still struggled but it was a losing battle as Spike possessed and dominated him and Little Xander happily responded.
When Xander ceased to struggle and Little Xander was insistently pressing into Spike’s stomach; Spike broke the kiss and released Xander’s arms. Immediately Xander’s arms snaked around Spike’s shoulder keeping the man pressed close to him.
Xander began pressing hungry kisses to Spike’s throat and then nuzzling behind his ear. Spike all but purred in pleasure.
“You know this doesn’t change anything. I still hate you,” Xander whispered in between kisses. “I’m still Council and you’re still a Biogen.”
Spike took Xander’s head in his hands and held him still as he looked him in the eye. “It changes everything, pet.”
“How?” whispered Xander as he caressed and explored the skin on Spike’s upper back.
“You’re mine, pet,” Spike replied simply.
“You can’t keep me, Spike,” Xander said as he instinctively wrapped his legs around Spike’s waist and began to thrust and rub Little Xander up against Spike’s very impressive silken spike.
“Watch me,” Spike promised as once again he claimed his pet’s troublesome mouth and began to thrust back against Xander in the sinuous dance that would take them both to that sweet place where love and war collided and brought explosive satisfaction.
***
Afterwards the two men had showered. Spike had insisted washing his boy and Xander relented after protesting. Xander knew he could now fight Spike, but it wouldn’t change the outcome. Spike would get his way. Xander knew, he’d have to pick his battles carefully and honestly it wasn’t that much of a hardship to have Spike soap him all over.
Once the two were clean and dry Spike threw a set of clothes at Xander, but no shoes.
“Remember to apologize,” Spike said.
Xander rolled his eye and got dressed putting his patch back firmly in place. “My feet are going to get cold,” he complained.
“Well maybe that will remind you to keep your feet from wandering where they don’t belong,” Spike replied.
“Bully,” sniped Xander.
“Git,” replied Spike.
Once the two were dressed they headed off for the mess. The arrived only a few minutes after the lunch chime.
“Xander!” Fred happily exclaimed when she saw the young man enter the mess. She rushed over and gave Xander a rib crushing hug. “C’mon! You have to see the new chairs Faith found before we leftOxnard
Fred guided Xander to a new and comfortable chair.
“Hey!” shouted Gunn. “Why does he get to sit in one of the new chairs?”
“Cuz I’m just the prisoner who easily escaped from the big bad gun toting guard,” Xander answered. “Not the big bad guard with color-me-embarrassed-on-his-face. Sorry about that.”
Spike groaned. I’m going to spend an entire night teaching the git how to apologize properly! He vowed.
“Don’t push me, Council boy!” growled Gunn.
“Pet,” Spike said and enjoyed the flush that crept up Xander’s face, “You keep egging Charley boy on and I’m going to let him give you your lumps.”
Xander narrowed his eye at Spike. You wouldn’t! He thought.
Spike returned the gaze. Watch me. He promised again.
“So, Xander,” Wes interrupted the moment. “How are you feeling this mor…afternoon?”
Xander couldn’t prevent the flush that once again that blazed across his face. “Uhm…fine.”
“Sleep well?” grinned Faith.
Xander shot her a heated look. Ok does everyone on board know Captain Yummynuts and I did the mattress tango?
“Yes,” Xander seethed.
“Good,” Faith replied. “Cuz you know, I had a heck of a time sleepin’ last night. Ship was nosier than usual.”
Gunn laughed and Wesley coughed.
“I think one of the engines needs a slight adjustment,” Fred tried to cover.
Spike grinned wickedly.
“You know,” Xander said as he stood up. “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite.”
“Sit, pet!” Spike ordered. Xander glared at Spike.
“You had only one meal yesterday and nothing today. You are starving and don’t pretend otherwise.”
Xander sat and then everyone began passing around the dishes on the table.
“How long until we get to Hyperion?” Spike asked Wes.
“We’ll be there in a couple of days,” Wes replied.
Ok, Xander thought. That’s something. Hyperion is two days out fromOxnard
Spike nodded. “Did we get everything delivered?
“Yep,” replied Faith. “We’re five by five.”
“Any word from Angel?” Spike asked.
“Multiple actually,” replied Wesley.
“Am I going to like any of them?”
“Well,” Wesley cast a glance at Xander and then back at Spike, “Probably not.”
Spike sighed. Soddin’ Peaches is goin’ to try and make a hames of this with my pet.
“I suppose I’d better review the messages after lunch,” Spike said.
The rest of the meal passed companionably. Xander stilled flushed slightly whenever Spike called him pet and Spike almost always called Xander pet. Afterwards when the rest of the crew cleared out, Xander took over his KP duties. He wasn’t ready to go back to the cabin which he was certain would still smell of his and Spike’s spent passion.
Xander needed some time to think. He needed a clear head and he knew he wouldn’t have that in the cabin with his hormones in overdrive. If last night hadn’t made that clear, this morning did.
Wills, Xander thought. What am I doing? The phrase “sleeping with the enemy” came to mind. Xander sighed. OK the sex was good…phenomenal…ok the best ever, Xander internally ranted, but this is insane with a capitol THIS-WILL-NOT-END-WELL.
And what does he mean he means to keep me? Xander wondered. I’m not some prize. No one would ever mistake Alexander LaVelle Harris for that; one or two eyed. I’m not a piece of cargo won in a raid either. I’m an officer of the Council Initiative.
Xander finished prep work for the dinner chime meal and sat down at the table. I need to stop thinking with my little head and think with the big one. I know the little one works better; or at least it works great with Spike. Now I just need to get the big one to function. What would Jesse do?
Xander flinched at the thought of his friend. Jess, Xander thought, I’m sleeping with the same thing that killed you! Some part of Xander roared up to defend Spike. Spike was high-handed, arrogant, manipulative and completely domineering. Yet, Spike was also tender, funny, and could be heart-breakingly gentle. Memories of Spike nuzzling and licking away Xander’s tears came to mind.
Spike is not Caleb, Xander silently admitted. It doesn’t mean he’s not my enemy; he’s just not my nightmare. Xander tapped his fingers on the table. Xander continued to mull over the last few days since he’d been captured. He’d been off balance from day one. He’d been pretty much in reactionary mode since he’d been on board the DeSoto.
The escape attempt had been proactive; but it hadn’t worked. In some ways it landed him in a bigger mess. Would I have ended up making whoopie with the Captain Tightbuns if I hadn’t had to sleep in the same bed with him? Little Xander answered yes. Xander just growled and sat back in his chair.
Maybe I need to be proactive in a different way, Xander thought. Maybe I need to learn more than just Hyperion’s two days out fromOxnard
Xander ignored the part of him that asked about what would happen to Spike? What would happen to Fred? Xander shushed the little voice that wondered if this plan really would make him the “Council whore” the stranger back onOxnard
Still, the Lieutenant side of Xander thought it was a marvelous plan. If Xander was going to sleep with Spike he might as well get more out of it then just a happy cock and a wet spot. The Lieutenant side of Xander argued this plan would redeem Xander from succumbing to his baser instincts. The Lieutenant side of Xander ordered the rest of Xander to fall in line and get with the program. Little Xander of course held out for his own course of action. Xander spent the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out what kinds of information he’d try and seduce out of Spike.
***
Faith looked at Spike. Spike looked at Faith. The looks had been going back and forth for nearly a rotation.
“Right then!” Spike finally growled startling Wesley. “Say your peace.”
Faith smiled. “It’s not anything I’m sure you haven’t already thought about.”
“Just say it so we can get over the bleedin’ eyeballin’,” Spike answered.
“Was just going to say this doesn’t make the situation less fubar,” Faith replied.
“Actually, it probably makes the situation much more…er complicated,” Wesley interjected.
“I’m not completely dead from the neck up!” snorted Spike.
“Well certainly not from the waist down,” quipped Faith.
Wesley coughed. Spike growled. Faith grinned.
“Spike,” Wesley began again, “while I’m sure you and Xander had a pleasant encounter….”
“Extraordinary mate! Bloomin’ fantastic!” beamed Spike.
“…be that as it may,” Wesley tried again desperate to stop Spike in case he went into details, “Xander is not just going to suddenly have some sort of instant conversion and suddenly abandon all that he knew and join the Biogen fight. In fact he may do the opposite. He may find the need to withdraw more completely into his Council beliefs.”
“Oi!” Spike said, “Xan wouldn’t do that. I think your underestimatin’ him.”
“And we think you’re underestimating human nature,” replied Faith.
Spike growled but thought about what Wes and Faith said. He really hoped the two were wrong; it hurt too much to believe otherwise.
***
Dinner had past pleasantly enough. There was so more ribbing from Faith about how tired she was and how she hoped Fred had fixed the “engine problem” so the ship would be quieter. Xander had ignored her. Gunn had made some snappy remark and Xander had been just as quick with a snap back. Wesley tried to keep the peace. All seemed normal for what Xander had come to expect on the DeSoto except Spike had seemed quieter than normal.
Xander had wondered about the odd silence from Spike while he cleaned up from dinner. Maybe it had to do with a message from Angel, Xander thought. Maybe there’s been a setback for the Biogens or maybe Angel’s got a weak spot in one of his plans and Spike knows it? Maybe that’s where I should start my line of questioning tonight?
After dinner and clean-up Xander went back to the cabin. Spike was once again already there but this time he had two drinks poured and the personal unit was no where in sight. Spike was just waiting for Xander.
“Evenin’, pet,” Spike smiled. Xander flushed.
“Uhm…hi,” Xander said. Oh god! How am I going to do this? Xander wondered.
“Drink?” Spike asked as reached out, picked up a glass and offered it to Xander.
“Trying to get me drunk?” Xander smiled as he reached out for the drink and took a sip.
“Nope. Just trying to get into your knickers,” Spike winked.
Xander coughed and sputtered whiskey.
“Oi! That’s hot, pet!” Spike laughed.
Xander flushed again but moved to join Spike on the couch. Spike slid over to give Xander just enough room so that he could sit down but would be pressed against the seductive Biogen. Spike put his drink down and turned toward Xander. Xander slammed his drink back. Spike began to run his hand up and down Xander’s torso and then moved in to nuzzle Xander’s neck.
“Missed ya, pet,” Spike whispered.
Heat flared through Xander and he gasped at Spike’s touch. Remember the mission, Lt. Harris! Xander internally reminded himself. Spike delicately sucked one of Xander’s earlobes between his lips and began to suckle. Screw the mission! Screw Spike! Little Xander demanded.
“Uhm…so uh, how was your day?” Xander panted.
Spike released Xander’s well nursed ear, reached out and took Xander’s empty glass from Xander’s hands and then in one quick movement pulled his pet down and underneath him on the couch.
“Long,” purred Spike as he stretched out on top of his boy and then began to rub his heavy erection against Xander. “Long and hard, pet.”
Little Xander swelled and wanted Spike and Xander’s pants gone!
“Uhm…so bad news from Angel?” Xander whimpered as he snaked his arms around Spike. This is bad. Xander thought and arched up into Spike. This is bad this is so goooood!
“Nothin’ I can’t handle,” Spike said before laying claim to Xander’s mouth. Xander moaned as once again Spike swept in and took control. Spike was apparently the key to keeping Xander’s mouth in line. All Spike had to do was kiss Xander.
Mission Mission Mission
“So,” Xander panted as Spike began to lick and nibble a trail down Xander’s throat. “So everything’s ok? No…uh…no..change in the Biogen plans….whatever those maybe?”
“Umnn mmm,” Spike replied as he marked a trail to the hollow of Xander’s throat and licked while snaking his hands up under Xander’s shirt to circle Xander’s nipples with Spikes thumbs.
“Spike! Oh…pl…” Xander gasped, clutched Spike’s shoulders and arched his own heavy erection into Spike.Mission
“So..just curious,” Xander managed to moan, “what are….oh god…uhm…so what…are the Biogen plans?”
Spike froze. Some rational part of Spike’s brain had managed to get enough blood away from Spike’s lad to notice something was wrong. What was Xander up to?
“Pet,” Spike asked as he peered down to look in Xander’s eye, “what’s with all the questions?”
“Oh. Nothing!” Xander lied and smiled. “Just curious is all.”
Spike noted the physiological changes. Xander was lying! Xander was lying to him! Then that part of Spike’s brain which had been working got even more blood and he paled as he realized what his boy was doing!
Spike snarled, slipped into game face, and launched himself away from Xander.
“Spike?” Xander asked startled by the sudden change.
“Shut up!” Spike spat. “Shut up!”
Xander paled. What have I done? He wondered.
“Trying to pump me while pumping me? Is that it Harris?”
“Sp…” Xander tried to answer.
“I told you to bleedin’ shut it!” Spike said as he suddenly had his hands around Xander’s throat and threatened to squeeze. Xander froze. Spike could crush his neck in an instant.
“So you are still the good Council boy after all eh, Harris?” Spike spat. “Just using a different tactic. Had a bit o’fun last night? Eh? Thought you’d get your willie off and whore me out for info? Is that it?”
Xander remained quiet and still.
“After all, I’m just a bleedin’ machine? Why should I care? Right, Harris?” Spike inched his snarling face closer to Xander’s. “Do you think you’re the first Council bit of ass I’ve had, Harris? Huh? Shall I tell you about it? You want to know about Biogens, Harris?”
Spike released Xander and moved away from him.
“You’re right, Harris. Biogens were born in a tank and all we ever knew is what we were taught; programmed to know. No mum’s..no da’s…just organic mush and some bots in our blood to keep us perfect, healthy and give us all the special effects the Council..our masters wanted us to have. And most importantly what we had; was whatever training the Council gave us. It’s all we knew of the world and it’s all we believed. We served who bought us. And I did serve them. Served many of them in my first hundred or so years of existence. Then one day I was sold to a new master.”
Spike began to pace.
“I was trained to be a bodyguard for Council members. I had been taught literature, poetry and all the fine niceties of polite society plus…all the ways to kill a man. I was told I my new master was very important. I was told that I’d be serving a very fine man….a very important man. It would be an honor to serve him. I was happy to serve him!”
Spike went over to the bar and poured himself a drink. He slammed it back. Xander slowly sat up and went to stand up.
“Don’t you fuckin’ move, Harris!” Spike warned and Xander froze. Spike turned back around to face Xander.
“So finally it was delivery day. I was to be handed to my new master, Quentin Travers. They left me in his private office. Then the great man himself came in and I smiled. I FUCKIN’ smiled! I was so happy to finally meet the great important man…the latest for whom I was created to serve.”
Spike crossed back over to Xander.
“He was this portly middle-aged, balding man with a bad mustache and beard. He walked around me…inspecting me like I was a bleedin’ brand new hover ship! And I? I beamed…smiled…so proud to serve him! He poured himself a drink and as matter-a-fact-as-you-please ordered me to drop trou.”
Xander squirmed. Oh Spi..
“I said don’t bleedin’ move, Harris!” Spike snarled interrupting Xander’s thoughts before suddenly Spike had once again jerked Xander down on the couch and underneath him.
“You know what I did, Harris? Huh? I did! Didn’t question the man. Didn’t wonder. Just did it, cuz he told me to do so! And then you know what Harris? The man sipped his drink, pointed to his desk and told me to bend over. I did that too Harris. I stood there bollocks flappin’ in the wind bent over and waiting to be buggered while he finished his drink!”
Unbidden tears began to form in Xander’s eye.
“Don’t you fuckin’ cry for me Council Boy!” Spike snapped. “You wanted answers Harris? You wanted to know if everything was fuckin ok? So there I was bent over and Travers finishes his drink. I hear him pull something out of a draw. I smell something I later came to recognize as the all too familiar scent of slick. Then I hear him strokin’ himself….and I’m just standing there…standing there as ordered and I don’t even fuckin’ flinch when he comes up behind me Harris! I just stand there and when he parts my cheeks and just thrusts right in? Oh I scream…Harris…I scream cuz it bloody hurts! You know what it’s like to have your arse reamed Harris? To have some man just grab your arse and start pumpin’ away? To feel your insides go slick with blood and then with his spunk spurtin in ya? Huh? Harris?”
Xander shook his head trying not to let the forbidden tears fall.
“It hurts, Xander,” Spike whispered. “It hurts.”
For a moment Xander thought Spike had calmed down. Tentatively Xander moved to reach a hand up to Spike’s face.
“Touch me and I’ll break your hand, Harris,” Spike growled. Xander put his hand down.
“After he was done, I stood there with spunk and blood drippin out of my arsehole,” Spike resumed his story shaking with cold fury. “He told me to get dressed…I was dismissed until he needed me again. You know what I did Harris? You know what the big bad William the Bloody did? I smiled and said ‘Thank you sir!’”
Something inside of Xander broke. Or maybe it was something died. All Xander knew was in that moment he’d give anything; even his right eye to take some of Spike’s pain away.
“I thanked him Harris! I thanked him every fuckin’ time for a long time! And when he had me kill not to protect his puffy arse I thanked him. He was my master! It was an honor to serve him! If he said Kill! I did. If he said Desk! I bent….it wasn’t until Angelus…Angelus got me thinking…and I don’t know what was worse Harris…to bend over and take it and be grateful to serve…or to bend over and take it and want to kill the bastard but can’t because of fuckin’ bleedin’ chip in my head!”
Xander couldn’t help it now. Tears were flowing. Oh god, Spike! I’m so fucking sorry! I’m sorry Spike! I’m sorry! Xander thought over and over as the tears flowed.
“Tears? Council boy? Tears? You don’t get to cry for me, Harris!” Spike raged. “Or are you crying for yourself huh? Crying cuz you weren’t the first to just use Spike for a little happy time and Council business? Huh?” Is that what you want, Harris? Use me to get your rocks off and still serve the Council?”
Spike began to tear at Xander’s pants and yank them down over Xander’s hips.
“Spike no!” Xander panicked and fought.
“What Harris?” Spike said as with one vicious yank he had Xander’s pants down. “Thought you wanted this?”
“Please! Spike! I’m sorry!” Xander cried as Spike grabbed Xander’s very uninterested cock and began to painfully stroke and pull on it.
“Stop!” yelled Xander.
“Mmm,” Spike said ignoring Xander’s pleas. “Don’t seem to be too interested here, Harris. Maybe you had something else in mind?”
Once again before Xander knew what was happening Spike had used his Biogen strength and quickness to flip Xander. This time Xander ended up on his stomach face down on the couch; Spike still above him.
“NOO! SPIKE!” Xander screamed and tried to scramble forward. Spike grabbed Xander by the shirt and pulled him back down. Spike pinned him with his legs.
“Don’t have any lube at the moment, Harris,” Spike said as he yanked his own pants down. “Guess a bit a spit will have to do.”
Xander twisted his head around to see Spike. Spike spit into his palm and then began to stroke his cock. Xander bucked and twisted to try and get out from under Spike.
“Whoa! Gettin’ ahead of yourself there, Harris!” Spike laughed and then moved off of Xander’s legs only to yank Xander’s hips up to line up with Spike’s.
Xander felt Spike’s cock begin to press against Xander’s ass cheeks.
“Spike!” Xander sobbed. “Please don’t Spike! Please! Please don’t do this! I’m sorry Spike! I’m sorry! I didn’t know! Pleaaaasse!”
Spike froze. He stared down at the sobbing man and slowly released him. Spike backed away from the couch and pulled up his pants. Xander curled up in a ball at the end of the couch and stared at Spike.
“I’m sorry,” Xander whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Spike turned and went into the bedroom. Xander took the moment to quickly pull up his pants before curling back up on the couch. I’m so stupid! Xander thought.
Xander longed to go to Spike; to some how make it all better. Yet, Xander was afraid. Xander had fucked up and seen a side to Spike that had been born in unimaginable pain. Xander didn’t know what he could do to make it better or what he might do to make it worse. All he really knew is that he couldn’t leave the cabin; couldn’t leave Spike. Xander would take his chances and hope he’d find a way back from this horrible night.
Spike came back into the room. He was carrying the small pillow and the blanket Xander had come to think of as “his.”
“I think maybe you should sleep out here tonight,” Spike said as he put the items on the other end of the couch. Xander nodded. If that’s where you want me to sleep, Spike, Xander thought.
“Spike,” Xander began as Spike turned to go back to the bedroom. “I’m sorry. I didn’t me….”
“I know,” Spike said quietly. “You’re Council. I’m Biogen.”
Then Spike left the sitting area and went into the bedroom shutting the hatchway door behind him. Xander didn’t move and just stared at the door for a long time with Spike’s words echoing in his head.
Xander began to cry when he realized Spike had stopped calling him “pet.”
TBC in prt 15
No, Spike didn’t know what would happen tomorrow but he did know one thing; Xander was his.
Spike knew by the change in his pet’s breathing he was waking up. Spike continued to card his fingers through Xander’s hair. The two had slept for a long time; well past the morning chime. Spike had woken up a little while before but he’d been content to lie with his boy stretched out half on top of him and run his fingers through Xander’s hair.
“I still hate you,” Xander muttered sleepily against Spike’s chest.
Spike chuckled. “Never doubted it for a moment, pet.”
Xander lay there with his face pressed to Spike’s chest and his arm draped over Spike’s waist. Xander couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so rested and so contented. I really do hate him, Xander thought with no fire, conviction or malice and just a touch of denied humor.
What Xander really wanted to do was press tiny kisses on the warm chest under him. Xander wanted to turn his head, crawl up Spike’s body and find out if Spike’s kisses were still as amazing the morning after.
“What time is it?” Xander asked still lying snuggled on top of Spike.
“Close to the lunch chime,” Spike said.
“I’m not reporting for KP,” Xander said.
“Oi!” Spike grinned. “You’ll go on report.”
“I don’t care,” Xander replied.
“You’ll be punished,” smirked Spike.
Xander laughed remembering just how he had been punished for disobeying orders the night before. “I’ll take my chances.”
It was Spike’s turn to laugh. “Cheeky pet!”
Xander propped himself up on Spike’s chest and looked at the beautiful Biogen still stroking his fingers through Xander’s hair.
“I’m not a dog or cat,” Xander said quietly.
“Never said you were,” replied Spike as he met Xander’s gaze.
“I’m not your…,” Xander paused. He wanted to deny now what he’d said last night. I was under duress, he argued. I would have said anything at the moment. It was an unfair dirty trick he pulled.
Spike arched an eyebrow as he waited for Xander to continue.
“That was a rotten trick,” Xander finally said.
Spike smiled. “I’m a big bad Biogen.”
Xander rolled his eye and then pinched Spike. Suddenly Xander tensed and paled! I tried to hurt Spike! Xander waited for the collar to fire.
Spike smelled the fear before he heard the change of heart rate in his boy.
“Xander,” Spike said,” what’s wrong?”
Xander looked back at Spike. The collar still hadn’t fired. Less pleasant memories from the night before were demanding Xander’s attention. I charged him last night! Xander remembered. I charged him and the collar didn’t fire! I kicked and thrashed and the fuckin’ collar didn’t fire.
Spike realized the fear was turning into something else but not quickly enough to prepare for the sudden onslaught of a ticked off Xander. Xander was furious.
“You told me if I tried to harm anyone on the DeSoto the collar would fire!” yelled Xander as he punched Spike without so much as a twinge from the collar.
“Umph!” Spike uttered. My pet can throw a punch, Spike briefly noted before he grabbed Xander’s arms and managed to flip his boy underneath him.
“What I said,” Spike replied as he pinned a struggling Xander under him, “was the collar would fire if you tried to harm the crew of the DeSoto. ‘M not the crew! I’m the captain!”
Xander narrowed his eye and still struggled. “Could you possibly mince your words any finer?”
“If necessary, pet,” Spike replied.
“So what? This is just a game to you?” Xander snarled.
“What?”
“Or were you just so confident I couldn’t hurt you?” Xander managed place a kick into Spike’s side.
“OOOW” roared Spike and then he trapped Xander’s legs with his own. “You little brat!”
“Brat? ‘Council Boy’? Git? Must have been pretty funny watching me tip-toe around you when you never took me as a serious threat,” shouted Xander. “What other names you got? What else you going to call me? This joke? This non-threat?”
“The only one that matters, PET,” Spike snarled. “And believe me, pet, you are probably the most dangerous, as well as annoying, thing I’ve ever brought aboard my ship! I didn’t have Fred set the collar to fire on me because I knew as stupid and as stubborn as you are, pet, you’d probably permanently sizzle your brain while serving as my CM before the end of the first ship cycle!”
“Don’t call me p…,” Spike interrupted Xander by taking possession of Xander’s open mouth. Spike didn’t give Xander a chance to resist; he just swept his tongue inside and reasserted his claim. Xander still struggled but it was a losing battle as Spike possessed and dominated him and Little Xander happily responded.
When Xander ceased to struggle and Little Xander was insistently pressing into Spike’s stomach; Spike broke the kiss and released Xander’s arms. Immediately Xander’s arms snaked around Spike’s shoulder keeping the man pressed close to him.
Xander began pressing hungry kisses to Spike’s throat and then nuzzling behind his ear. Spike all but purred in pleasure.
“You know this doesn’t change anything. I still hate you,” Xander whispered in between kisses. “I’m still Council and you’re still a Biogen.”
Spike took Xander’s head in his hands and held him still as he looked him in the eye. “It changes everything, pet.”
“How?” whispered Xander as he caressed and explored the skin on Spike’s upper back.
“You’re mine, pet,” Spike replied simply.
“You can’t keep me, Spike,” Xander said as he instinctively wrapped his legs around Spike’s waist and began to thrust and rub Little Xander up against Spike’s very impressive silken spike.
“Watch me,” Spike promised as once again he claimed his pet’s troublesome mouth and began to thrust back against Xander in the sinuous dance that would take them both to that sweet place where love and war collided and brought explosive satisfaction.
***
Afterwards the two men had showered. Spike had insisted washing his boy and Xander relented after protesting. Xander knew he could now fight Spike, but it wouldn’t change the outcome. Spike would get his way. Xander knew, he’d have to pick his battles carefully and honestly it wasn’t that much of a hardship to have Spike soap him all over.
Once the two were clean and dry Spike threw a set of clothes at Xander, but no shoes.
“Remember to apologize,” Spike said.
Xander rolled his eye and got dressed putting his patch back firmly in place. “My feet are going to get cold,” he complained.
“Well maybe that will remind you to keep your feet from wandering where they don’t belong,” Spike replied.
“Bully,” sniped Xander.
“Git,” replied Spike.
Once the two were dressed they headed off for the mess. The arrived only a few minutes after the lunch chime.
“Xander!” Fred happily exclaimed when she saw the young man enter the mess. She rushed over and gave Xander a rib crushing hug. “C’mon! You have to see the new chairs Faith found before we left
Fred guided Xander to a new and comfortable chair.
“Hey!” shouted Gunn. “Why does he get to sit in one of the new chairs?”
“Cuz I’m just the prisoner who easily escaped from the big bad gun toting guard,” Xander answered. “Not the big bad guard with color-me-embarrassed-on-his-face. Sorry about that.”
Spike groaned. I’m going to spend an entire night teaching the git how to apologize properly! He vowed.
“Don’t push me, Council boy!” growled Gunn.
“Pet,” Spike said and enjoyed the flush that crept up Xander’s face, “You keep egging Charley boy on and I’m going to let him give you your lumps.”
Xander narrowed his eye at Spike. You wouldn’t! He thought.
Spike returned the gaze. Watch me. He promised again.
“So, Xander,” Wes interrupted the moment. “How are you feeling this mor…afternoon?”
Xander couldn’t prevent the flush that once again that blazed across his face. “Uhm…fine.”
“Sleep well?” grinned Faith.
Xander shot her a heated look. Ok does everyone on board know Captain Yummynuts and I did the mattress tango?
“Yes,” Xander seethed.
“Good,” Faith replied. “Cuz you know, I had a heck of a time sleepin’ last night. Ship was nosier than usual.”
Gunn laughed and Wesley coughed.
“I think one of the engines needs a slight adjustment,” Fred tried to cover.
Spike grinned wickedly.
“You know,” Xander said as he stood up. “I’ve suddenly lost my appetite.”
“Sit, pet!” Spike ordered. Xander glared at Spike.
“You had only one meal yesterday and nothing today. You are starving and don’t pretend otherwise.”
Xander sat and then everyone began passing around the dishes on the table.
“How long until we get to Hyperion?” Spike asked Wes.
“We’ll be there in a couple of days,” Wes replied.
Ok, Xander thought. That’s something. Hyperion is two days out from
Spike nodded. “Did we get everything delivered?
“Yep,” replied Faith. “We’re five by five.”
“Any word from Angel?” Spike asked.
“Multiple actually,” replied Wesley.
“Am I going to like any of them?”
“Well,” Wesley cast a glance at Xander and then back at Spike, “Probably not.”
Spike sighed. Soddin’ Peaches is goin’ to try and make a hames of this with my pet.
“I suppose I’d better review the messages after lunch,” Spike said.
The rest of the meal passed companionably. Xander stilled flushed slightly whenever Spike called him pet and Spike almost always called Xander pet. Afterwards when the rest of the crew cleared out, Xander took over his KP duties. He wasn’t ready to go back to the cabin which he was certain would still smell of his and Spike’s spent passion.
Xander needed some time to think. He needed a clear head and he knew he wouldn’t have that in the cabin with his hormones in overdrive. If last night hadn’t made that clear, this morning did.
Wills, Xander thought. What am I doing? The phrase “sleeping with the enemy” came to mind. Xander sighed. OK the sex was good…phenomenal…ok the best ever, Xander internally ranted, but this is insane with a capitol THIS-WILL-NOT-END-WELL.
And what does he mean he means to keep me? Xander wondered. I’m not some prize. No one would ever mistake Alexander LaVelle Harris for that; one or two eyed. I’m not a piece of cargo won in a raid either. I’m an officer of the Council Initiative.
Xander finished prep work for the dinner chime meal and sat down at the table. I need to stop thinking with my little head and think with the big one. I know the little one works better; or at least it works great with Spike. Now I just need to get the big one to function. What would Jesse do?
Xander flinched at the thought of his friend. Jess, Xander thought, I’m sleeping with the same thing that killed you! Some part of Xander roared up to defend Spike. Spike was high-handed, arrogant, manipulative and completely domineering. Yet, Spike was also tender, funny, and could be heart-breakingly gentle. Memories of Spike nuzzling and licking away Xander’s tears came to mind.
Spike is not Caleb, Xander silently admitted. It doesn’t mean he’s not my enemy; he’s just not my nightmare. Xander tapped his fingers on the table. Xander continued to mull over the last few days since he’d been captured. He’d been off balance from day one. He’d been pretty much in reactionary mode since he’d been on board the DeSoto.
The escape attempt had been proactive; but it hadn’t worked. In some ways it landed him in a bigger mess. Would I have ended up making whoopie with the Captain Tightbuns if I hadn’t had to sleep in the same bed with him? Little Xander answered yes. Xander just growled and sat back in his chair.
Maybe I need to be proactive in a different way, Xander thought. Maybe I need to learn more than just Hyperion’s two days out from
Xander ignored the part of him that asked about what would happen to Spike? What would happen to Fred? Xander shushed the little voice that wondered if this plan really would make him the “Council whore” the stranger back on
Still, the Lieutenant side of Xander thought it was a marvelous plan. If Xander was going to sleep with Spike he might as well get more out of it then just a happy cock and a wet spot. The Lieutenant side of Xander argued this plan would redeem Xander from succumbing to his baser instincts. The Lieutenant side of Xander ordered the rest of Xander to fall in line and get with the program. Little Xander of course held out for his own course of action. Xander spent the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out what kinds of information he’d try and seduce out of Spike.
***
Faith looked at Spike. Spike looked at Faith. The looks had been going back and forth for nearly a rotation.
“Right then!” Spike finally growled startling Wesley. “Say your peace.”
Faith smiled. “It’s not anything I’m sure you haven’t already thought about.”
“Just say it so we can get over the bleedin’ eyeballin’,” Spike answered.
“Was just going to say this doesn’t make the situation less fubar,” Faith replied.
“Actually, it probably makes the situation much more…er complicated,” Wesley interjected.
“I’m not completely dead from the neck up!” snorted Spike.
“Well certainly not from the waist down,” quipped Faith.
Wesley coughed. Spike growled. Faith grinned.
“Spike,” Wesley began again, “while I’m sure you and Xander had a pleasant encounter….”
“Extraordinary mate! Bloomin’ fantastic!” beamed Spike.
“…be that as it may,” Wesley tried again desperate to stop Spike in case he went into details, “Xander is not just going to suddenly have some sort of instant conversion and suddenly abandon all that he knew and join the Biogen fight. In fact he may do the opposite. He may find the need to withdraw more completely into his Council beliefs.”
“Oi!” Spike said, “Xan wouldn’t do that. I think your underestimatin’ him.”
“And we think you’re underestimating human nature,” replied Faith.
Spike growled but thought about what Wes and Faith said. He really hoped the two were wrong; it hurt too much to believe otherwise.
***
Dinner had past pleasantly enough. There was so more ribbing from Faith about how tired she was and how she hoped Fred had fixed the “engine problem” so the ship would be quieter. Xander had ignored her. Gunn had made some snappy remark and Xander had been just as quick with a snap back. Wesley tried to keep the peace. All seemed normal for what Xander had come to expect on the DeSoto except Spike had seemed quieter than normal.
Xander had wondered about the odd silence from Spike while he cleaned up from dinner. Maybe it had to do with a message from Angel, Xander thought. Maybe there’s been a setback for the Biogens or maybe Angel’s got a weak spot in one of his plans and Spike knows it? Maybe that’s where I should start my line of questioning tonight?
After dinner and clean-up Xander went back to the cabin. Spike was once again already there but this time he had two drinks poured and the personal unit was no where in sight. Spike was just waiting for Xander.
“Evenin’, pet,” Spike smiled. Xander flushed.
“Uhm…hi,” Xander said. Oh god! How am I going to do this? Xander wondered.
“Drink?” Spike asked as reached out, picked up a glass and offered it to Xander.
“Trying to get me drunk?” Xander smiled as he reached out for the drink and took a sip.
“Nope. Just trying to get into your knickers,” Spike winked.
Xander coughed and sputtered whiskey.
“Oi! That’s hot, pet!” Spike laughed.
Xander flushed again but moved to join Spike on the couch. Spike slid over to give Xander just enough room so that he could sit down but would be pressed against the seductive Biogen. Spike put his drink down and turned toward Xander. Xander slammed his drink back. Spike began to run his hand up and down Xander’s torso and then moved in to nuzzle Xander’s neck.
“Missed ya, pet,” Spike whispered.
Heat flared through Xander and he gasped at Spike’s touch. Remember the mission, Lt. Harris! Xander internally reminded himself. Spike delicately sucked one of Xander’s earlobes between his lips and began to suckle. Screw the mission! Screw Spike! Little Xander demanded.
“Uhm…so uh, how was your day?” Xander panted.
Spike released Xander’s well nursed ear, reached out and took Xander’s empty glass from Xander’s hands and then in one quick movement pulled his pet down and underneath him on the couch.
“Long,” purred Spike as he stretched out on top of his boy and then began to rub his heavy erection against Xander. “Long and hard, pet.”
Little Xander swelled and wanted Spike and Xander’s pants gone!
“Uhm…so bad news from Angel?” Xander whimpered as he snaked his arms around Spike. This is bad. Xander thought and arched up into Spike. This is bad this is so goooood!
“Nothin’ I can’t handle,” Spike said before laying claim to Xander’s mouth. Xander moaned as once again Spike swept in and took control. Spike was apparently the key to keeping Xander’s mouth in line. All Spike had to do was kiss Xander.
“So,” Xander panted as Spike began to lick and nibble a trail down Xander’s throat. “So everything’s ok? No…uh…no..change in the Biogen plans….whatever those maybe?”
“Umnn mmm,” Spike replied as he marked a trail to the hollow of Xander’s throat and licked while snaking his hands up under Xander’s shirt to circle Xander’s nipples with Spikes thumbs.
“Spike! Oh…pl…” Xander gasped, clutched Spike’s shoulders and arched his own heavy erection into Spike.
“So..just curious,” Xander managed to moan, “what are….oh god…uhm…so what…are the Biogen plans?”
Spike froze. Some rational part of Spike’s brain had managed to get enough blood away from Spike’s lad to notice something was wrong. What was Xander up to?
“Pet,” Spike asked as he peered down to look in Xander’s eye, “what’s with all the questions?”
“Oh. Nothing!” Xander lied and smiled. “Just curious is all.”
Spike noted the physiological changes. Xander was lying! Xander was lying to him! Then that part of Spike’s brain which had been working got even more blood and he paled as he realized what his boy was doing!
Spike snarled, slipped into game face, and launched himself away from Xander.
“Spike?” Xander asked startled by the sudden change.
“Shut up!” Spike spat. “Shut up!”
Xander paled. What have I done? He wondered.
“Trying to pump me while pumping me? Is that it Harris?”
“Sp…” Xander tried to answer.
“I told you to bleedin’ shut it!” Spike said as he suddenly had his hands around Xander’s throat and threatened to squeeze. Xander froze. Spike could crush his neck in an instant.
“So you are still the good Council boy after all eh, Harris?” Spike spat. “Just using a different tactic. Had a bit o’fun last night? Eh? Thought you’d get your willie off and whore me out for info? Is that it?”
Xander remained quiet and still.
“After all, I’m just a bleedin’ machine? Why should I care? Right, Harris?” Spike inched his snarling face closer to Xander’s. “Do you think you’re the first Council bit of ass I’ve had, Harris? Huh? Shall I tell you about it? You want to know about Biogens, Harris?”
Spike released Xander and moved away from him.
“You’re right, Harris. Biogens were born in a tank and all we ever knew is what we were taught; programmed to know. No mum’s..no da’s…just organic mush and some bots in our blood to keep us perfect, healthy and give us all the special effects the Council..our masters wanted us to have. And most importantly what we had; was whatever training the Council gave us. It’s all we knew of the world and it’s all we believed. We served who bought us. And I did serve them. Served many of them in my first hundred or so years of existence. Then one day I was sold to a new master.”
Spike began to pace.
“I was trained to be a bodyguard for Council members. I had been taught literature, poetry and all the fine niceties of polite society plus…all the ways to kill a man. I was told I my new master was very important. I was told that I’d be serving a very fine man….a very important man. It would be an honor to serve him. I was happy to serve him!”
Spike went over to the bar and poured himself a drink. He slammed it back. Xander slowly sat up and went to stand up.
“Don’t you fuckin’ move, Harris!” Spike warned and Xander froze. Spike turned back around to face Xander.
“So finally it was delivery day. I was to be handed to my new master, Quentin Travers. They left me in his private office. Then the great man himself came in and I smiled. I FUCKIN’ smiled! I was so happy to finally meet the great important man…the latest for whom I was created to serve.”
Spike crossed back over to Xander.
“He was this portly middle-aged, balding man with a bad mustache and beard. He walked around me…inspecting me like I was a bleedin’ brand new hover ship! And I? I beamed…smiled…so proud to serve him! He poured himself a drink and as matter-a-fact-as-you-please ordered me to drop trou.”
Xander squirmed. Oh Spi..
“I said don’t bleedin’ move, Harris!” Spike snarled interrupting Xander’s thoughts before suddenly Spike had once again jerked Xander down on the couch and underneath him.
“You know what I did, Harris? Huh? I did! Didn’t question the man. Didn’t wonder. Just did it, cuz he told me to do so! And then you know what Harris? The man sipped his drink, pointed to his desk and told me to bend over. I did that too Harris. I stood there bollocks flappin’ in the wind bent over and waiting to be buggered while he finished his drink!”
Unbidden tears began to form in Xander’s eye.
“Don’t you fuckin’ cry for me Council Boy!” Spike snapped. “You wanted answers Harris? You wanted to know if everything was fuckin ok? So there I was bent over and Travers finishes his drink. I hear him pull something out of a draw. I smell something I later came to recognize as the all too familiar scent of slick. Then I hear him strokin’ himself….and I’m just standing there…standing there as ordered and I don’t even fuckin’ flinch when he comes up behind me Harris! I just stand there and when he parts my cheeks and just thrusts right in? Oh I scream…Harris…I scream cuz it bloody hurts! You know what it’s like to have your arse reamed Harris? To have some man just grab your arse and start pumpin’ away? To feel your insides go slick with blood and then with his spunk spurtin in ya? Huh? Harris?”
Xander shook his head trying not to let the forbidden tears fall.
“It hurts, Xander,” Spike whispered. “It hurts.”
For a moment Xander thought Spike had calmed down. Tentatively Xander moved to reach a hand up to Spike’s face.
“Touch me and I’ll break your hand, Harris,” Spike growled. Xander put his hand down.
“After he was done, I stood there with spunk and blood drippin out of my arsehole,” Spike resumed his story shaking with cold fury. “He told me to get dressed…I was dismissed until he needed me again. You know what I did Harris? You know what the big bad William the Bloody did? I smiled and said ‘Thank you sir!’”
Something inside of Xander broke. Or maybe it was something died. All Xander knew was in that moment he’d give anything; even his right eye to take some of Spike’s pain away.
“I thanked him Harris! I thanked him every fuckin’ time for a long time! And when he had me kill not to protect his puffy arse I thanked him. He was my master! It was an honor to serve him! If he said Kill! I did. If he said Desk! I bent….it wasn’t until Angelus…Angelus got me thinking…and I don’t know what was worse Harris…to bend over and take it and be grateful to serve…or to bend over and take it and want to kill the bastard but can’t because of fuckin’ bleedin’ chip in my head!”
Xander couldn’t help it now. Tears were flowing. Oh god, Spike! I’m so fucking sorry! I’m sorry Spike! I’m sorry! Xander thought over and over as the tears flowed.
“Tears? Council boy? Tears? You don’t get to cry for me, Harris!” Spike raged. “Or are you crying for yourself huh? Crying cuz you weren’t the first to just use Spike for a little happy time and Council business? Huh?” Is that what you want, Harris? Use me to get your rocks off and still serve the Council?”
Spike began to tear at Xander’s pants and yank them down over Xander’s hips.
“Spike no!” Xander panicked and fought.
“What Harris?” Spike said as with one vicious yank he had Xander’s pants down. “Thought you wanted this?”
“Please! Spike! I’m sorry!” Xander cried as Spike grabbed Xander’s very uninterested cock and began to painfully stroke and pull on it.
“Stop!” yelled Xander.
“Mmm,” Spike said ignoring Xander’s pleas. “Don’t seem to be too interested here, Harris. Maybe you had something else in mind?”
Once again before Xander knew what was happening Spike had used his Biogen strength and quickness to flip Xander. This time Xander ended up on his stomach face down on the couch; Spike still above him.
“NOO! SPIKE!” Xander screamed and tried to scramble forward. Spike grabbed Xander by the shirt and pulled him back down. Spike pinned him with his legs.
“Don’t have any lube at the moment, Harris,” Spike said as he yanked his own pants down. “Guess a bit a spit will have to do.”
Xander twisted his head around to see Spike. Spike spit into his palm and then began to stroke his cock. Xander bucked and twisted to try and get out from under Spike.
“Whoa! Gettin’ ahead of yourself there, Harris!” Spike laughed and then moved off of Xander’s legs only to yank Xander’s hips up to line up with Spike’s.
Xander felt Spike’s cock begin to press against Xander’s ass cheeks.
“Spike!” Xander sobbed. “Please don’t Spike! Please! Please don’t do this! I’m sorry Spike! I’m sorry! I didn’t know! Pleaaaasse!”
Spike froze. He stared down at the sobbing man and slowly released him. Spike backed away from the couch and pulled up his pants. Xander curled up in a ball at the end of the couch and stared at Spike.
“I’m sorry,” Xander whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Spike turned and went into the bedroom. Xander took the moment to quickly pull up his pants before curling back up on the couch. I’m so stupid! Xander thought.
Xander longed to go to Spike; to some how make it all better. Yet, Xander was afraid. Xander had fucked up and seen a side to Spike that had been born in unimaginable pain. Xander didn’t know what he could do to make it better or what he might do to make it worse. All he really knew is that he couldn’t leave the cabin; couldn’t leave Spike. Xander would take his chances and hope he’d find a way back from this horrible night.
Spike came back into the room. He was carrying the small pillow and the blanket Xander had come to think of as “his.”
“I think maybe you should sleep out here tonight,” Spike said as he put the items on the other end of the couch. Xander nodded. If that’s where you want me to sleep, Spike, Xander thought.
“Spike,” Xander began as Spike turned to go back to the bedroom. “I’m sorry. I didn’t me….”
“I know,” Spike said quietly. “You’re Council. I’m Biogen.”
Then Spike left the sitting area and went into the bedroom shutting the hatchway door behind him. Xander didn’t move and just stared at the door for a long time with Spike’s words echoing in his head.
Xander began to cry when he realized Spike had stopped calling him “pet.”
TBC in prt 15
