stillrose | Breaking Free (27/many?)

Title: Breaking Free (27/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…sorry this is so short..more soon. Sorry for the long wait…but I worked the polls for the elections in a very tight district.

Previous parts here.

As always: Feedback make my heart go pitter-patter.

“You know Xander can’t go back now,” Spike said thinking about what the council would do to Xander if they found out he was Biogen. Not only would they reject him but they’d study him.

“I know,” Angel said. “He’s family.”

Spike couldn’t hide his surprise at Angel’s answer and stared wide-eyed at his mentor.

“Xander’s family, Spike,” Angel said again firmly as he laid a gentle hand on Spike’s shoulder and squeezed briefly before turning and disembarking The DeSoto.

Xander and Faith made their way silently back to Angel’s headquarters. They each were lost in their own oddly similar thoughts. Both were worried about the changes happening to Xander.

“Uhm,” Xander said when they finally reached Angel’s offices. “I need a moment.”

“Xan,” Faith said, “Angel said we were to wait for him in h is office.”

“Look,” Xander replied, “Angel’s already caught me doing the birthday suit trauma-drama. I don’t want to do round two while sitting in his office looking like I’m ready for the flasher hall of fame award.”

Faith suppressed a grin as Xander unconsciously pulled Angel’s coat tighter around his naked body. “I see your point.”

“I have some clothes in Spike’s suite,” Xander said.

“You want to go back there?”

“I don’t want to go back there,” answered Xander. “I don’t want to have little mechanical bugs in my blood either. However, I can’t change that, but I can at least change my clothes.”

Faith sighed then nodded. “Ok, let’s go.”

Both refugees from The DeSoto were thankful Harmony wasn’t around. Quickly, Faith and Xander made their way across the lobby and to the elevator. Faith ordered the lift to the second floor and Xander pretended the lurch in his stomach had everything to do with the sudden movement up and not recent memories.

Once again the pair moved without talking. When they reached Spike’s rooms, Faith keyed the door open. The room looked the same as Xander last remembered.

How can it still be the same when everything about me is so different? Xander wondered.

“Xan?” Faith asked. “You ok?”

“Yeah.”

Xander crossed the threshold and Faith followed. Xander wandered over to the packages still scattered about the sitting area. He pulled out a pair of dark pants and a blue shirt.

Shirt’s blue like Spike’s eyes, Xander mused.

“I’m gonna be in the other room,..,” Xander began.

“Check,” Faith briskly answered.

“Wait here?” Xander asked trying to keep the fear from his voice.

Faith nodded. “Right here and no one in.”

Xander nodded and smiled slightly before stepping into the bedroom. He stripped off Angel’s coat and threw it on the bed. Xander went to put on the new clothes and then paused. His nose crinkled as he became aware of his own odor. Xander still smelled of sex, sweat and the ointment Spike had used to soothe his itch.

Ok,not smelling like old sex and medicine while arguing with Moody McForehead, Xander thought. He dropped the clothes and headed toward the bathroom.

“Xander!” Faith shouted when she heard the shower start. “Angel is not gonna like this!”

***

Angel paced in his office. Do I speak in a foreign tongue or a weird accent? He silently muttered. Do I have a poor grasp of vocabulary? I mean, why can I command loyalty but not anything else from my people; like the ability to follow orders?!

“Faith!” Angel growled into his communicator.

“Boss,” Faith answered sweetly.

“Unless Harm’s reassigned my office again without telling me, I’m here and you’re not.”

“Mmmm Hmmm.”

“I thought I told you…,” Angel paused and restarted. “No, make that I thought I ordered you and Xander to wait for me here in my office.”

“Well about that….”

“Faith….”

“What did you want me to do? Drag him out of the shower butt naked? I think I’ve seen enough of Xander’s package for today. It’s nice but…,”

“FAITH!” Angel shouted and then sighed. “Please just bring him down when he’s ready.”

“I’ll just bring him down when he’s done,” Faith answered. “I don’t think he’ll ever be ready. Shouldn't be long."

“Angel out,” Angel said before walking over to his office bar and pouring himself a drink.

Wouldn’t it just be easier to take him in hand like we did with Spike? Angelus whispered. It’s been a long time since we made some one in our own image.

Shut up! Angel inwardly growled and sipped his drink.

Break him, take him, make him, Angelus whispered in a sing-song chant in Angel’s head.

Angel growled aloud and tightened his grip on his glass. That’s not the choice I’m making today, Angel vowed before downing his drink.

And tomorrow? Angelus whispered.

“One day at a time,” Angel said aloud. Right, Doyle? Angel thought remembering the saying his old friend had taught him.

A knock interrupted Angel’s inner turmoil. Angel turned toward the door.

The door opened and Faith walked in followed by Xander.

“Have a seat,” Angel said to Xander.

Xander arched an eyebrow but sat. Faith went to perch on the arm rest of the office couch. Angel shook his head.

“You need to get back to The DeSoto, Faith,” Angel ordered.

Faith narrowed her eyes.

“They’re waiting,“ Angel said.

“It’ll be ok, Faith,” Xander said. “I’m sure Angel just wants to go over my manufacturer’s warranty.”

Faith laughed. “Make sure he doesn’t try and sell you the extension plan.”

Xander smiled.

Faith then moved over to Xander. Quickly she hugged him. Faith then stood up and winked at Angel before she left. Silence filled the void of Faith’s absence and Angel and Xander avoided each other’s gaze.

“So…,” Angel began.

Xander looked away from the corner by the door and over to Angel.

“How are you feeling?” Angel asked.

Xander raised his eyebrows.

“Small talk,” Xander answered. “Ok, I can do small talk."

Xander paused for a moment. Angel looked expectantly.

“Right,” Xander began again. “Well aside from the nude round of ‘bitch slap my boyfriend,’ the just-add-nanites-and-regrow-an-eye freak, and post psycho torture trauma…I’m peachy.”

Angel shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. “So…well then?”

“Yeah.”

Once again the room was full of silence and random gazes.

“So…,” Xander prompted.

“Right,” Angel said and then sighed. “Look, I don’t even know where to begin.”

“How about telling me when Spike’s going to get here?” Xander offered.

“He’s not,” Angel replied.

“WHAT!” Xander shouted as he stood up.

“I sent him on a mission,” Angel answered calmly.

“You what?”

“You need some time apart…,”

“The hell we do!” Xander spat as he closed the distance between he and Angel.

“You that anxious for another round with him, Xander?” Angel asked not moving an inch.

“I’m anxious to work out a problem with the man I lo…,” Xander paused then started again. “I’m anxious to work out a problem I have with Spike.”

“Yeah, it looked like it was going so well earlier,” Angel observed.

“Shut up!” snapped Xander.

“How well do you think that talking with Spike is going to go right now when you have all this anger and betrayal bouncing around inside of you with your brand new nanites?

“Butt out!” growled Xander.

“That’s a mature answer.”

“You are not part of this equation,” Xander hissed as he felt the blood surge in his veins and the sound of his pulse pound in his ears.

“I’m the leader of the Biogens. That makes me part of the ‘equation,’” Angel replied.

“I’m not a …,” Xander began to snarl as his fact began to shift.

Angel cocked an eyebrow.

“Spike wouldn’t leave me,” Xander finally said as he willed himself to calm down. I’m not going to let Angel bait me.

“He would if he knew it was the only way to see you again,” Angel said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“You bastard!” Xander snarled as he felt his face shift and his eyes change.

“All Biogens are,” Angel calmly replied, “except you of course.”

Xander felt his fist connect with Angel’s face before he was even aware he threw a punch. He was gasping for breath on the floor before he was even aware Angel had countered with a punch of his own to Xander’s stomach.

Xander was aware of standing up, grabbing a small end table and then charging. He remembered the satisfying sound of the solid “thump” the table made as he slammed it into Angel’s back. After that, it was all a red haze of anger, fists and pain.

At some point Xander remembered hanging upside down. He was slung over Angel’s shoulder as Angel seemed to be carrying him some where.

“We’ll try this again,” Angel had said while he carried Xander. “We’ll keep trying it again, Xander, until we can have this conversation without you beserking. You’ll learn control all on your own or I’ll beat it into you. Either way, you will learn.”

TBC in prt 28

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WAHH! Domineering Angel o_O;

Cool, though.

Anywho - hope Xander get a hold of himself soon...

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