Breaking Free (17/many?)
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stillroseTitle: Breaking Free (17/many?)
Fandom: BTVS; Spike/Xander
Warnings: Slash, AU, Sci-fi, mild-violence, bit of Dom kink
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...I'm very sorry for the long delay. Work was a pain and so was the carpal tunnel syndrome. Then, well I just seized up and was afraid to write. I know that sounds crazy (which is one of the reasons why I talked to my therapist about it..*grin*). But, every time I went to sit down and write I was just choked by "what ifs" and "I can'ts". So following Darth Lynn's (my therapist) advice I did finally make myself sit down...and ta da! I told my sweetie to make me sit down tomorrow and write as well. I'm told the only way to get over this fear is just to get back in and do it. So...here I go.
As always: Feedback make my heart go pitter-patter.
Previous part here.
Spike lay down and once again arranged his pet so he could pet Xander’s hair.
“Oi,” Spike said. “Well then we’ll have to get Fred working on some special concoction so you can keep up with my dem…er needs.”
Xander rolled his eye. “In your dreams.”
Spike smiled. “Every night.”
Xander eased into consciousness. He was warm, satiated and fully rested. Xander lie there listening to the sound of Spike’s even breathing kept company by the rhythmic beat of Spike’s heart. For the first time in years Xander felt truly at peace. There was no war, no loss and no death; there was only Spike. Xander smiled, turned his head and lightly kissed his lover’s chest. Whatever happened, Xander had this morning and this memory to hold him sane and safe.
“Credit for your thoughts,” Spike purred.
Xander shifted his body and turned his head so he could look at this lover’s face.
“Not really thinking anything,” Xander said.
“Oi!” Spike replied. “I can hear the wheels turning from here. They’re rusty with disuse.”
“Hey!” Xander laughed and pinched Spike. Spike quickly captured his pet’s wrists and then rolled until he had his boy pinned underneath him. Spike stared down into Xander’s face and grinned. Mine! He thought once again and then swooped in for a kiss.
Xander relaxed and welcomed Spike’s possession and once again willingly gave the blonde captain control. Whatever he needs to feel safe, Xander thought as Spike continued to pin Xander’s wrists down while kissing him senseless.
Spike moved Xander’s hands until Spike could pin them using only one hand. Then Spike used his free hand to shamelessly explore, touch and tease Xander’s body. Xander moaned and spread his legs wide offering himself completely to Spike.
Spike broke their kiss and looked down at his lover and obedient pet. Could it really be this easy? Spike wondered.
“Whatever you need,” Xander whispered earnestly.
“What about you, pet? Spike asked. “What do you need?”
Xander smiled and Spike felt the twitch and prod of “Little Xander” as once again it began to swell and lengthen.
“You,” Xander answered.
“It won’t always be this simple,” Spike said as he brought his own waking rod into delicious contact with “Little Xander.”
“Hey, where have you been the past few days, Captain Peroxide?” Xander laughed. “I didn’t think any of this was simple.”
Spike growled to hide his amusement and leaned down to bite and suck on Xander’s right nipple until it was red, firm and bruised enough to leave a mark for Spike to enjoy later. Xander hissed and grew harder.
“There’s a bloody war goin’ on, Xander,” Spike said when he pulled his mouth away from his pet. “Hearts and romance don’t even rank the casualty list.”
“Is that what this is?” Xander asked with the barest of quivers in his voice. “Is this a romance?”
“Cor, pet!” Spike swore and then kissed Xander until the dark haired “boy” was breathless and his lips were red and swollen. “Yes, Xander because only a bloody romance could be this ill timed and make this much sense.”
Xander smiled and Spike thought his heart would cease to beat. “There’s no guarantee this will end well, Xander.”
“I’m not interested in this ending, Spike,” Xander said.
It was Spike’s turn to smile. Spike released Xander’s wrists.
“Kiss me, pet,” Spike whispered.
Xander reached up and gently twined his hands behind Spike’s neck and pulled Spike to him and kissed Spike. Xander tasted and explored Spike enjoying every moment of this rare opportunity to take the lead.
Spike relaxed briefly into the moment allowing Xander to taste and explore him. Xander was a gentle soul and it was evident in each kiss and each caress. In that brief moment, Spike felt like something that had been torn and shredded deep inside his psyche begin a very tentative attempt to knit itself back together.
Gently Spike brought his hands to Xander’s face and mapped the contours reveling in the feel of his pet’s skin. Slowly Xander ceased his kiss and lay back passive under Spike.
“Ready for round two?” Spike asked as he began to slide his cock over Xander’s
“Two…two hundred,” Xander answered with a groan.
Spike laughed and once again started a sensual journey that ended with sweat, semen and the echoed cries of passion.
***
It was well after the lunch chime before the Captain and his Mate entered the mess.
“C’mon my feet are freezing!” Xander argued as they entered the galley.
“Well then you’ll have to keep busy to keep ‘em warm won’t you?” Spike answered.
“Hey! It’s not like I’m going to go running off now.” Xander whined.
“But you did, didn’t you?”
“Yes but that was…,” Xander paused and blushed. “..that was before.”
“Still, I gave you an order, pet, and you disobeyed it. So…tough it up.”
Xander stopped at the table as Spike sat down.
“Tough it up?!”
The rest of the crew, sans Wesley, stared at the duo.
“’S what I said.”
“Fine,” Xander said as he sat down as far from Spike’s reach as he could get.
“Pet,” Spike growled noticing the distance and not liking it. Spike had the need to keep his boy within easy reach.
“Tough it up,” Xander snarked with his arms crossed over his chest and his chin pointed decidedly away from Spike.
“Captain,” Faith interjected.
“What?” snapped Spike whose eyes had gone golden and predatory watching Xander who in turn looked everywhere but at Spike.
“Angel has been leaving messages for you all morning,” Faith answered.
Spike reluctantly shifted his gaze back to Faith. “What’s the poofter want now?”
“Well,” Faith began, “I think he’d very much appreciate it if you and Fred finally finished the emergency repairs which have been so consuming your time this morning so you could actually speak with him.”
“Repairs?” Spike asked.
“Not like Faith wanted to tell the bossman you were too buy makin’ time with the Cou…” Gunn paused noting the ripple of displeasure beginning to emanate from his Captain. “...makin’ time with ‘the prisoner.’”
Spike nodded. “How far out from Hyperion?”
“We’ll be there at the beginning of rotation tomorrow.”
Spike sighed and got up from the table. Spike looked at Xander who was still pretending to ignore him.
“Make sure the git eats something,” Spike snarled as he stormed off to the bridge.
“Yeah! Something warm to keep me from hypothermia!” Xander shouted after Spike.
“How can you two be doin’ the horizontal bop all day and Spike still be in a bad mood?” Gunn asked.
“What!” Xander coughed and sputtered.
“Charles!” Fred gently chastised.
“Oh, I’d say the bad mood has more to do with Spike having to resume Captain’s duties and interrupting Captain’s mate’s duties,” replied Faith as she fixed a plate of leftovers for Xander who was almost purple with embarrassment.
“And about those,” continued Gunn, “why do they have to interfere with his cooking duties? Can’t they work out some sort of schedule so Xander can at least get to the mess on time? I mean cooking is the one thing I know he can do well.”
“Apparently he performs his other duties better,” Faith said as she put a plate of food down in front of Xander.
“Charles! Faith!” squealed Fred.
“Breathe,” Faith ordered and winked at a nearly apoplectic Xander.
“Clearly we will have to work out a system,” Wesley said as he entered the galley, “where we can determine whether or not Xander will be reporting to the galley on time to prepare meals.”
“Do you all mind?” Xander finally squeaked past his shock and embarrassment. “Xan-man’s right here.”
“They’re just teasing, Xander,” said Fred as she came over and laid a soothing hand on his shoulder. “We are all actually pleased things are better between you and Spike.”
“Pleased?” ask Gunn. “Not how I was gonna characterize it.”
“Yes, Charles, we have all registered your reservations,” acknowledged Wesley.
“You don’t like it…Spike and I being together huh, big guy?” asked Xander.
“No, I don’t.”
“Well one more reason to do it then,” grinned Xander.
“It’s a mistake,” shouted Gunn startling the rest of the crew. “People are gonna get hurt and badly.”
“In case you haven’t noticed,” Xander stood up and shouted back, “it’s a war out there and people are already getting hurt.”
Gunn stood up and leaned over the table toward Xander. “What happens out there is the casualties of war. Where this is heading will be because you two couldn’t keep your hands out of each others happy pants!”
“Charles!” shouted Fred and Wesley at the same time.
“Somebody on this ship has to be a realist and not a romantic!” Gunn responded as he stepped away from the table and towards the door. “Spike’s a good captain and I’d follow him to the center of a black hole but I’m just not going to stand by and pretend that this bump and grind is going to lead anywhere but hurt and disaster.”
“Your concerns are duly noted,” Faith said in a chilled voice.
“And what would you have us do?” asked Xander in a quiet voice as he stared at Gunn.
“Stay away from each other. Go back to your friends and forget about Spike,” Gunn answered just as quietly.
“That’s not going to happen,” replied Xander.
Gunn stared at the one-eyed man for a moment and then sighed. “I know, man. I know, Xander.”
Then Gunn was gone leaving an awkward silence behind in the mess. Xander sat down and stared at his food because a) he didn’t know where else to look and b) he had to figure out what he was going to do with the stuff. Xander wasn’t hungry but he knew Spike expected him to eat.
“Well, that could have gone better,” Wesley said as Xander began to pick at his food.
“I’m so sorry, Xander,” Fred said.
“It’s all right,” Xander said around a small mouthful of food. “You know, I think he’s got a real career in motivational speaking.”
Faith laughed, Fred giggled and Wesley smirked. Xander longed for his left eye so he could wink. Winking with only one eye didn’t work so well; it just looked like a long blink. Xander just settled with smiling at the rest of the crew and trying to think of a new schedule to allow for him to continue to cook for the crew and to keep up with Spike.
The rest of the day and evening had passed uneventfully. Spike had seemed withdrawn after talking with Angel but he didn’t share any details with Xander. Xander in return didn’t share any details about the little scene in the mess between him and Gunn.
Instead, Xander did share with Spike and the rest of the crew his new galley schedule. Xander would prepare what was needed for breakfast the night before. If Xander was about in the morning, he would go ahead and make breakfast. If not, the crew would then have to do very little to put breakfast together. Xander would then make sure to take care of lunch and dinner.
Spike growled a bit at Xander’s assertive schedule but Xander just wagged his bare feet at the blonde man and mouthed “tough it up.” Spike mouthed something about “punish cheeky gits” that Xander didn’t quite understand until much later when he found himself on his knees on the bed, his head down on the pillows and his hands bound behind his back while Spike slowly fucked him into sweet bliss.
***
The next morning Spike woke Xander up early with a mind-rending blowjob followed by a slap on the butt and orders to hit the shower. Xander was just beginning to process reality once the dryers started.
The rest of the morning passed in a speedy blur as Spike hurried them to the galley where Xander got breakfast around for the crew and Spike checked in with the bridge. Everyone seemed to be in hyper-drive as the crew was in and out of the galley in record time with no small talk or gossip.
Xander was just finishing stowing the dishes from breakfast when he felt the DeSoto enter atmosphere and then the stabilizers engage. Suddenly Xander felt queasy and it had nothing to do with Wesley’s flying. Hyperion! Xander finally let himself think of what that meant. I’m going to meet Angel, otherwise known as Angelus!
Xander tried to control the fear that was slowly spreading out from his stomach to his extremities. Angelus has been the Biogen that had started it all. He had been the first one to break from his “programming” and he had killed and tortured every pure human in his path for decades.
The Council had whole histories documenting the carnage Angelus had left. Angelus was said to have killed the entire Travers line, all their associates, their associates children and anyone who’d ever had even met the Travers. Their were vids showing Angelus laughing while covered in gore while his victims were still moaning in they last dying moments. As part of Xander’s training he’d watched those vids. He’d seen the photos of mutilated children and desiccated women.
Xander rushed to the sink and disgorged his recently consumed breakfast. I can’t, he thought. I can’t meet and make nice with Angelus or Angel or whatever he calls himself these days! Xander retched again and then wiped and rinsed his mouth.
The ship was quickly decelerating. Xander sat down at the table.Willow Willow
There was a small jolt as the ship came to graceful halt and Xander recognized the heavy pull and feel of planetside gravity even as he felt the heaviness of dread settle around him.
“Pet,” Spike voice came softly from the door of the galley.
Xander looked up at Spike.
“You all right?” Spike asked as he stepped in the galley and wrinkled his nose at the smell of Xander’s recently sour stomach.
Xander stared at Spike. I’m Lt. Xander LaVelle Harris and I’m Spike’s pet, Xander thought. I can do this.
“Fine,” Xander answered.
Spike moved to Xander, reached out and brushed his knuckles over Xander’s cheek. “Really, pet?”
Xander rubbed his face against Spike hand and said, “Really.”
“Then let’s do this, Xan,” Spike said as he held out Xander’s shoes in his other hand. “Let’s go see Angel.”
TBC in prt 18
Fandom: BTVS; Spike/Xander
Warnings: Slash, AU, Sci-fi, mild-violence, bit of Dom kink
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...I'm very sorry for the long delay. Work was a pain and so was the carpal tunnel syndrome. Then, well I just seized up and was afraid to write. I know that sounds crazy (which is one of the reasons why I talked to my therapist about it..*grin*). But, every time I went to sit down and write I was just choked by "what ifs" and "I can'ts". So following Darth Lynn's (my therapist) advice I did finally make myself sit down...and ta da! I told my sweetie to make me sit down tomorrow and write as well. I'm told the only way to get over this fear is just to get back in and do it. So...here I go.
As always: Feedback make my heart go pitter-patter.
Previous part here.
Spike lay down and once again arranged his pet so he could pet Xander’s hair.
“Oi,” Spike said. “Well then we’ll have to get Fred working on some special concoction so you can keep up with my dem…er needs.”
Xander rolled his eye. “In your dreams.”
Spike smiled. “Every night.”
Xander eased into consciousness. He was warm, satiated and fully rested. Xander lie there listening to the sound of Spike’s even breathing kept company by the rhythmic beat of Spike’s heart. For the first time in years Xander felt truly at peace. There was no war, no loss and no death; there was only Spike. Xander smiled, turned his head and lightly kissed his lover’s chest. Whatever happened, Xander had this morning and this memory to hold him sane and safe.
“Credit for your thoughts,” Spike purred.
Xander shifted his body and turned his head so he could look at this lover’s face.
“Not really thinking anything,” Xander said.
“Oi!” Spike replied. “I can hear the wheels turning from here. They’re rusty with disuse.”
“Hey!” Xander laughed and pinched Spike. Spike quickly captured his pet’s wrists and then rolled until he had his boy pinned underneath him. Spike stared down into Xander’s face and grinned. Mine! He thought once again and then swooped in for a kiss.
Xander relaxed and welcomed Spike’s possession and once again willingly gave the blonde captain control. Whatever he needs to feel safe, Xander thought as Spike continued to pin Xander’s wrists down while kissing him senseless.
Spike moved Xander’s hands until Spike could pin them using only one hand. Then Spike used his free hand to shamelessly explore, touch and tease Xander’s body. Xander moaned and spread his legs wide offering himself completely to Spike.
Spike broke their kiss and looked down at his lover and obedient pet. Could it really be this easy? Spike wondered.
“Whatever you need,” Xander whispered earnestly.
“What about you, pet? Spike asked. “What do you need?”
Xander smiled and Spike felt the twitch and prod of “Little Xander” as once again it began to swell and lengthen.
“You,” Xander answered.
“It won’t always be this simple,” Spike said as he brought his own waking rod into delicious contact with “Little Xander.”
“Hey, where have you been the past few days, Captain Peroxide?” Xander laughed. “I didn’t think any of this was simple.”
Spike growled to hide his amusement and leaned down to bite and suck on Xander’s right nipple until it was red, firm and bruised enough to leave a mark for Spike to enjoy later. Xander hissed and grew harder.
“There’s a bloody war goin’ on, Xander,” Spike said when he pulled his mouth away from his pet. “Hearts and romance don’t even rank the casualty list.”
“Is that what this is?” Xander asked with the barest of quivers in his voice. “Is this a romance?”
“Cor, pet!” Spike swore and then kissed Xander until the dark haired “boy” was breathless and his lips were red and swollen. “Yes, Xander because only a bloody romance could be this ill timed and make this much sense.”
Xander smiled and Spike thought his heart would cease to beat. “There’s no guarantee this will end well, Xander.”
“I’m not interested in this ending, Spike,” Xander said.
It was Spike’s turn to smile. Spike released Xander’s wrists.
“Kiss me, pet,” Spike whispered.
Xander reached up and gently twined his hands behind Spike’s neck and pulled Spike to him and kissed Spike. Xander tasted and explored Spike enjoying every moment of this rare opportunity to take the lead.
Spike relaxed briefly into the moment allowing Xander to taste and explore him. Xander was a gentle soul and it was evident in each kiss and each caress. In that brief moment, Spike felt like something that had been torn and shredded deep inside his psyche begin a very tentative attempt to knit itself back together.
Gently Spike brought his hands to Xander’s face and mapped the contours reveling in the feel of his pet’s skin. Slowly Xander ceased his kiss and lay back passive under Spike.
“Ready for round two?” Spike asked as he began to slide his cock over Xander’s
“Two…two hundred,” Xander answered with a groan.
Spike laughed and once again started a sensual journey that ended with sweat, semen and the echoed cries of passion.
***
It was well after the lunch chime before the Captain and his Mate entered the mess.
“C’mon my feet are freezing!” Xander argued as they entered the galley.
“Well then you’ll have to keep busy to keep ‘em warm won’t you?” Spike answered.
“Hey! It’s not like I’m going to go running off now.” Xander whined.
“But you did, didn’t you?”
“Yes but that was…,” Xander paused and blushed. “..that was before.”
“Still, I gave you an order, pet, and you disobeyed it. So…tough it up.”
Xander stopped at the table as Spike sat down.
“Tough it up?!”
The rest of the crew, sans Wesley, stared at the duo.
“’S what I said.”
“Fine,” Xander said as he sat down as far from Spike’s reach as he could get.
“Pet,” Spike growled noticing the distance and not liking it. Spike had the need to keep his boy within easy reach.
“Tough it up,” Xander snarked with his arms crossed over his chest and his chin pointed decidedly away from Spike.
“Captain,” Faith interjected.
“What?” snapped Spike whose eyes had gone golden and predatory watching Xander who in turn looked everywhere but at Spike.
“Angel has been leaving messages for you all morning,” Faith answered.
Spike reluctantly shifted his gaze back to Faith. “What’s the poofter want now?”
“Well,” Faith began, “I think he’d very much appreciate it if you and Fred finally finished the emergency repairs which have been so consuming your time this morning so you could actually speak with him.”
“Repairs?” Spike asked.
“Not like Faith wanted to tell the bossman you were too buy makin’ time with the Cou…” Gunn paused noting the ripple of displeasure beginning to emanate from his Captain. “...makin’ time with ‘the prisoner.’”
Spike nodded. “How far out from Hyperion?”
“We’ll be there at the beginning of rotation tomorrow.”
Spike sighed and got up from the table. Spike looked at Xander who was still pretending to ignore him.
“Make sure the git eats something,” Spike snarled as he stormed off to the bridge.
“Yeah! Something warm to keep me from hypothermia!” Xander shouted after Spike.
“How can you two be doin’ the horizontal bop all day and Spike still be in a bad mood?” Gunn asked.
“What!” Xander coughed and sputtered.
“Charles!” Fred gently chastised.
“Oh, I’d say the bad mood has more to do with Spike having to resume Captain’s duties and interrupting Captain’s mate’s duties,” replied Faith as she fixed a plate of leftovers for Xander who was almost purple with embarrassment.
“And about those,” continued Gunn, “why do they have to interfere with his cooking duties? Can’t they work out some sort of schedule so Xander can at least get to the mess on time? I mean cooking is the one thing I know he can do well.”
“Apparently he performs his other duties better,” Faith said as she put a plate of food down in front of Xander.
“Charles! Faith!” squealed Fred.
“Breathe,” Faith ordered and winked at a nearly apoplectic Xander.
“Clearly we will have to work out a system,” Wesley said as he entered the galley, “where we can determine whether or not Xander will be reporting to the galley on time to prepare meals.”
“Do you all mind?” Xander finally squeaked past his shock and embarrassment. “Xan-man’s right here.”
“They’re just teasing, Xander,” said Fred as she came over and laid a soothing hand on his shoulder. “We are all actually pleased things are better between you and Spike.”
“Pleased?” ask Gunn. “Not how I was gonna characterize it.”
“Yes, Charles, we have all registered your reservations,” acknowledged Wesley.
“You don’t like it…Spike and I being together huh, big guy?” asked Xander.
“No, I don’t.”
“Well one more reason to do it then,” grinned Xander.
“It’s a mistake,” shouted Gunn startling the rest of the crew. “People are gonna get hurt and badly.”
“In case you haven’t noticed,” Xander stood up and shouted back, “it’s a war out there and people are already getting hurt.”
Gunn stood up and leaned over the table toward Xander. “What happens out there is the casualties of war. Where this is heading will be because you two couldn’t keep your hands out of each others happy pants!”
“Charles!” shouted Fred and Wesley at the same time.
“Somebody on this ship has to be a realist and not a romantic!” Gunn responded as he stepped away from the table and towards the door. “Spike’s a good captain and I’d follow him to the center of a black hole but I’m just not going to stand by and pretend that this bump and grind is going to lead anywhere but hurt and disaster.”
“Your concerns are duly noted,” Faith said in a chilled voice.
“And what would you have us do?” asked Xander in a quiet voice as he stared at Gunn.
“Stay away from each other. Go back to your friends and forget about Spike,” Gunn answered just as quietly.
“That’s not going to happen,” replied Xander.
Gunn stared at the one-eyed man for a moment and then sighed. “I know, man. I know, Xander.”
Then Gunn was gone leaving an awkward silence behind in the mess. Xander sat down and stared at his food because a) he didn’t know where else to look and b) he had to figure out what he was going to do with the stuff. Xander wasn’t hungry but he knew Spike expected him to eat.
“Well, that could have gone better,” Wesley said as Xander began to pick at his food.
“I’m so sorry, Xander,” Fred said.
“It’s all right,” Xander said around a small mouthful of food. “You know, I think he’s got a real career in motivational speaking.”
Faith laughed, Fred giggled and Wesley smirked. Xander longed for his left eye so he could wink. Winking with only one eye didn’t work so well; it just looked like a long blink. Xander just settled with smiling at the rest of the crew and trying to think of a new schedule to allow for him to continue to cook for the crew and to keep up with Spike.
The rest of the day and evening had passed uneventfully. Spike had seemed withdrawn after talking with Angel but he didn’t share any details with Xander. Xander in return didn’t share any details about the little scene in the mess between him and Gunn.
Instead, Xander did share with Spike and the rest of the crew his new galley schedule. Xander would prepare what was needed for breakfast the night before. If Xander was about in the morning, he would go ahead and make breakfast. If not, the crew would then have to do very little to put breakfast together. Xander would then make sure to take care of lunch and dinner.
Spike growled a bit at Xander’s assertive schedule but Xander just wagged his bare feet at the blonde man and mouthed “tough it up.” Spike mouthed something about “punish cheeky gits” that Xander didn’t quite understand until much later when he found himself on his knees on the bed, his head down on the pillows and his hands bound behind his back while Spike slowly fucked him into sweet bliss.
***
The next morning Spike woke Xander up early with a mind-rending blowjob followed by a slap on the butt and orders to hit the shower. Xander was just beginning to process reality once the dryers started.
The rest of the morning passed in a speedy blur as Spike hurried them to the galley where Xander got breakfast around for the crew and Spike checked in with the bridge. Everyone seemed to be in hyper-drive as the crew was in and out of the galley in record time with no small talk or gossip.
Xander was just finishing stowing the dishes from breakfast when he felt the DeSoto enter atmosphere and then the stabilizers engage. Suddenly Xander felt queasy and it had nothing to do with Wesley’s flying. Hyperion! Xander finally let himself think of what that meant. I’m going to meet Angel, otherwise known as Angelus!
Xander tried to control the fear that was slowly spreading out from his stomach to his extremities. Angelus has been the Biogen that had started it all. He had been the first one to break from his “programming” and he had killed and tortured every pure human in his path for decades.
The Council had whole histories documenting the carnage Angelus had left. Angelus was said to have killed the entire Travers line, all their associates, their associates children and anyone who’d ever had even met the Travers. Their were vids showing Angelus laughing while covered in gore while his victims were still moaning in they last dying moments. As part of Xander’s training he’d watched those vids. He’d seen the photos of mutilated children and desiccated women.
Xander rushed to the sink and disgorged his recently consumed breakfast. I can’t, he thought. I can’t meet and make nice with Angelus or Angel or whatever he calls himself these days! Xander retched again and then wiped and rinsed his mouth.
The ship was quickly decelerating. Xander sat down at the table.
There was a small jolt as the ship came to graceful halt and Xander recognized the heavy pull and feel of planetside gravity even as he felt the heaviness of dread settle around him.
“Pet,” Spike voice came softly from the door of the galley.
Xander looked up at Spike.
“You all right?” Spike asked as he stepped in the galley and wrinkled his nose at the smell of Xander’s recently sour stomach.
Xander stared at Spike. I’m Lt. Xander LaVelle Harris and I’m Spike’s pet, Xander thought. I can do this.
“Fine,” Xander answered.
Spike moved to Xander, reached out and brushed his knuckles over Xander’s cheek. “Really, pet?”
Xander rubbed his face against Spike hand and said, “Really.”
“Then let’s do this, Xan,” Spike said as he held out Xander’s shoes in his other hand. “Let’s go see Angel.”
TBC in prt 18
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Date: 2006-10-02 01:46 am (UTC)You're back!
*hugs*
Yay!
And yay, Angel!
*bounce*
*waits*
:)
LOL - thank you
Date: 2006-10-03 03:12 am (UTC)sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 02:00 am (UTC)Love the whole gang interactions, can't wait til the boys meet Angel!
Congratulations on the multiple nominations @ the forbidden awards!
thank you!
Date: 2006-10-03 03:15 am (UTC)As for the forbidden awards I'm just so incredibly flattered. Thank you for the congrats. I never expected to be nominated for something like that. :)
Again, thanks for your feedback and I hope you continue to enjoy the story.
sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 02:18 am (UTC)I've been checking desperately for this next chapter, and I'm so thrilled its here.
Ya know, with the long wait b/w chapters, I'd started wondering to myself how you would transition, from the start of their new relationship to knowing the crew knows of it, etc.
I think you did a wonderful job, and hope it won't be long until the next chapter.
Thank you..
Date: 2006-10-03 03:17 am (UTC)Thanks again!
sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 02:20 am (UTC)thank you...
Date: 2006-10-03 03:17 am (UTC):)
Glad you are enjoying the story.
sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 03:15 am (UTC)And on a side note, I just spent far too long staring at the title image (or whatever you want to call it), wondering why Mal was on it. Then I remembered that he played Caleb, too. lol
LOL
Date: 2006-10-03 03:19 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed the "tough it out" bits. They were some of my favorite parts of that chapter too. Shows how Xander is still Xander even if he is all on board with being with Spike.
Thanks for the feedback. :)
sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 03:28 am (UTC)My tummy's as queasy as Xander's! What's gonna be expected of Xander as Spike's pet while on Hyperion? Is Angel gonna take advantage? Have Buffy and Willow and the Council been following the DeSoto? What side will Xander fight on?
Oh, oh, oh. More soon??
*smile*
Date: 2006-10-03 03:20 am (UTC)sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 03:39 am (UTC)I like the dynamic between all the crew members and Xander. I think Gunns reservations are very realisitic.
Go you!!
thank you
Date: 2006-10-03 03:22 am (UTC)And can I just say I love your icon!!! >;)
sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 04:00 am (UTC)thank you...
Date: 2006-10-03 03:23 am (UTC)sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 07:30 am (UTC)Keep up the good work,
Alterian
Thank you..
Date: 2006-10-03 03:24 am (UTC)I intend to update more frequently (as long as work doesn't interfere).
sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 08:19 am (UTC)*smile*
Date: 2006-10-03 03:26 am (UTC)It's great though to having broken through the block and get the creative ideas flowing again.
Thanks for sticking with BF.
sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 09:58 am (UTC)*smile*
Date: 2006-10-03 03:28 am (UTC)Yeah..the "tough it up" lines were my fav part of the chapter too. *grin*
Thanks for touching base! The feedback means a lot.
sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 12:50 pm (UTC)Congratulations to your nomination, oh and happy birthday to you!
thank you!
Date: 2006-10-03 03:29 am (UTC)sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 02:10 pm (UTC)Thank you...
Date: 2006-10-03 03:30 am (UTC)sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 03:12 pm (UTC)Hope now that the dam is broken we will see updates of BF more frequently.
Shakatany
Thank you
Date: 2006-10-03 03:31 am (UTC)sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 03:51 pm (UTC)Thank you
Date: 2006-10-03 03:32 am (UTC)sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 07:06 pm (UTC)Oh and can I just say this chapter was just great. The stuff in the mess really worked, especially with Gunn and the idea of Xander on his knees with his hands tied being punished just about made me hyperventilate!
Can't wait for the meeting with Angel - bounces happily and sends good vibes in your direction,
thank you so much!
Date: 2006-10-03 03:34 am (UTC)Thanks for the words of encouragement, support and for the good vibes (glad you liked the imagery of Xander on his knees *evil grin*).
More soon.
sr
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Date: 2006-10-02 11:08 pm (UTC)Wonderful update!
LOL - thank you
Date: 2006-10-03 03:36 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed the update.
sr
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Date: 2006-10-03 10:23 pm (UTC)I have serious dread, serious Gunn-like dread. God, things are going to go bad.
Is it wrong that I want Buffy and Angel to get together? If for no other reason than for all of the people involved to have strokes.
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Date: 2006-10-03 10:28 pm (UTC):)
Sorry about the dread issues. All I can say is i'm an angsty kinda gal.
Thanks for the feedback and glad you hung in there! Will start work on the next chapter tonight.
sr
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Date: 2006-10-16 11:58 am (UTC)“Yes, Xander because only a bloody romance could be this ill timed and make this much sense.”
:)
I never thought about Xander being unable to wink with one eye. huh. good point. I love that they fight now but can't keep their hands off each other.
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Date: 2006-11-26 11:50 am (UTC)Liking Wes better,too. He seems to be down off his high horse.
Hope Angel doesn't touch Xander.
I hope your carpal tunnel is better. My mom had that, very painful.
Pesti