stillrose | There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (4/?)

Title: There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (4/?)
Fandom: BTVS; Spike/Xander
Warnings: Slash, AU, Post Apocalyptic, violence, non-con, slavery, tentacles
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It’s been seven years since Angelus killed Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Seven years after Angelus opened a portal to hell on Earth. Humans are food, slaves or on the run. There’s hope only in small band of resistance fighters. However, that’s a hope Xander Harris no longer has. It’s been six months since he was taken in a raid. At first Xander thought he was lucky the demons didn’t know who he was; but then that was before he became property to an Azora demon.

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Spike nuzzled and lapped away at the sweet blood but some nagging thought kept trying to alert him to something. Spike pulled his lips away from Xander and tried to focus. Xander's blood and scent were surrounding him, so was the sound of Xander's breathing. However, it was the sound of Xander's pounding heart that finally commanded Spike's attention.

Bloody hell! Spike thought as he realized Xander's heartbeat was slowing even as it pulsed more of the sweet treat out toward Spike. Spike's demon howled and struggled. Spike wanted it all!

"LORNE!" Spike roared before his need overcame his sense and he once again lowered his head to feast on his sweet, sweet pet.

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Spike alternately lapped ant suckled Xander’s neck. Too good, thrummed through Spike’s brain. Too bloody good.

Hands suddenly tugged at Spike. Spike snarled but didn’t release his hold. Someone screamed his name and hands jerked him back.

MINE, Spike’s demon roared. MINE! MINE! MINE FUCKIN’ MINE!

Spike spun around in full fury and attacked.

“SPIKE!” Lorne sputter as the angry vampire grabbed the Pylean demon around the neck and slammed him against the window.

Bodies pushed in beside Xander.

“My lord,” voices cried to Spike.

Spike snarled and looked back at his pet. Two robed figures hover over Xander’s body. Thery weren’t touching him. They bowed to Spike.

“My lord, may we? The figures asked.

“Spike,” Lorne gasped, “The healers…Xander….”

“Lord,“ the figures said again.

Spike shook his head and let go of Lorne.

“He doesn’t have much time, lem…Lord,” said Lorne.

Spike focused on Lorne for a moment before looking at the figures and growling, “ Do it, but I want the scars!”

Immediately the figures turned Xander’s body on his side so they had clear access to the gaping wounds on his neck. The figures doused the wounds liberally with a thick yellow powder and then began to chant in unison.

The air around Xander began to hum which increased as the chanting grew louder. Spike stepped back from Xander and the healers as he felt the air charge with power. Lorne put a hand on Spike’s shoulder.

The chanting grew louder until it felt like the sound was almost another living presence in the room. There was a flash and the smell of ozone. Flames sparked and flared to life and danced across the yellow powder. The figures began to soften their chanting. As the chanting grew quieter the flames grew fainter. When the chanting died so did the flames.

“How is he?” Spike snarled when the room was quiet.

The figures leaned over Xander. They touched gloved fingers where the wounds on Xander neck had been. In their place were pink puffy scars of two over lapping bites.

“He lives,” intoned the healers.

Spike waved his hand and the healers backed away from their charge. Spike bent down and gently picked Xander up. The smell, the weight and the warmth of the living body in his arms soothed Spike.

Mine, the demon purred as Spike carried Xander into the suite’s bedroom. Lorne quickly followed.

Once again the lure of Xander’s scent was too strong and Spike began licking and sucking at the nipple blood had painted. The unconscious man in Spike’s arms groaned.

Lorne quickly turned down the bed.

“Spike,” Lorne said softly, “he needs rest."

Spike laved Xander’s nipple again then trailed his hungry tongue over the rest of the skin where Xander’s blood had flowed. Spike fought the urge to sink his teeth into Xander belly and bath his face in the sweet blood.

“Lemon drop,” Lorne said, “He’s yours. Your…Pet. He needs rest.”

Spike looked up at Lorne. Gold eyes clashed with red for a moment then Spike looked down at Xander. As quickly as Spike had slipped into his demon visage, he slipped out of it. Carefully Spike set Xander down on the bed, then pulled the covers up to Xander’s neck. Spike looked at Lorne.

“Bloody hell that was close!” Spike whispered.

“Tell me about it grumpy crumpet,” Lorne said as he rubbed his sore neck. “No more Pets for you.”

Spike moved away from the bed and said, “I need a drink.”

Lorne nodded then headed for the door. Spike followed and shut the door quietly behind him.

The healers were still in the outer room. They were kneeling on the floor waiting for further orders.

“You did well,” Spike said to the figures. “Go and claim what you want from the blue stables.”

Lorne winced and the healers rose. They bowed to Spike then left. Spike looked at Lorne. Lorne frowned at Spike.

“I gave from the blue stable,” Spike said defensively.

“And when they’re done what’s left will be ready for the red stable,” Lorne sighed. “But then I guess you’ll be needing replacements as you’re already down one.”

“For which I’m glad,” Spike said as he made his way to the bar to pour two whiskeys. “If I hadn’t dined, and dined fully, Xander wouldn’t have made it tonight.”

Lorne sighed again. This wasn’t an argument he wanted to have.

“So what happened?” Lorne asked changing the subject from the stables.

“Must be some diet the Azoras feed their bottles,” Spike said as he handed Lorne a drink. “Xander’s blood was rich, healthy, and flavorful.”

“You know I didn’t need to hear that while trying to enjoy a drink,” Lorne said.

“Sorry,” Spike grinned.

“No you’re not,” Lorne replied. “Continue.”

“Well let’s just say, I know why Xander was Vr’xkl’s favorite bottle,” Spike said.

“This going to be a problem?” Lorne asked as he sipped his drink.

Spike shook his head, “I think once whatever ‘enhancers’ the Azora fed him have worked their way out of Xander’s system, his blood won’t be so ‘intoxicating.”

“Are you sure?” Lorne asked. “Cuz if we have to go through tonight’s theatrics every night we might as well be selling tickets. The snarling master vampire losing it over his newly acquired Pet….”

“OK!” Spike growled. “You warned me.”

“I prefer, ‘I told you so.’”

“Don’t push it, green bean,” Spike warned.

“You’re just jealous. I have more pizzazz then you,” Lorne chided.

“That’ll be the bloody day.”

“Most days around you are bloody.”

Spike shot Lorne a look and then laughed. “Can’t argue with that.”

“You could,” Lorne smiled, “but instead you are going to explain to me again why you had to start in on Xander tonight.”

Spike sighed. “The sooner he’s my Pet, the sooner I can Claim him.”

“Claim? As in claim with the capital 'C?'” Lorne asked.

“That was the plan,” Spike said. “Still hasn’t changed. Even less chance of it now.”

“You really think you can convin….”

“I’ll find a way,” Spike growled.

“In the mean time?” Lorne asked.

“He’s my Pet. The scars prove it,” Spike said.

“You know it’s not that easy,” Lorne scoffed. “Demon clientele. Remember?”

“I’ll take care of the other,” Spike said.

“After what Xander’s been through with the Azora, you think that’s gonna help convince him?”

“I’ll take care of it,” Spike said again and finished his drink.

“Spike, lemon drop, are you sure about this?”

Spike looked at Lorne and sighed. “Even if he wasn’t important to my plans I’d be tempted.”

“Why?”

“Cuz, after tossing him off and tasting his blood? Gotta say he’s what most demons want. He’s the kind of human you want to shag silly or feast on nosily…maybe even at the same time.”

“OK, TMI,” Lorne said.

Spike laughed. “You sure you’re a demon, green bean?”

“Hey,” Lorne sputtered, “no reason to be rude.”

Spike laughed then set his glass back down on the bar before moving back towards the big leather chair. Spike sat down.

“I still don’t see why you had to mark him tonight,” Lorne said softly.

“I need him out in public as soon as possible,” Spike said.

“Why?”

Spike arched an eyebrow.

“Spike…”

“Look, the more public his status as my Pet, the harder it will be for Angelus to take him away with out provocation and it will be more convincing when I Claim him.”

“If you can Claim him,” Lorne tried to counter.

“No,” Spike growled, “when I Claim him.”

Lorne sighed. “You’re still not telling me everything.”

“Do I ever?”

“Not until you need me to help bail you out,” Lorne answered.

Spike snorted. Lorne smiled.

“So what’s next in your master plan Master Spike,” Lorne asked.

“First thing tomorrow I want the appropriate staff needed to help Xander get ready for his public debut as my Pet,” Spike said then added,”also, find me a swim coach.”

“A swim coach?” Lorne questioned.

“Yeah. If I remember right Harris swam or something back in school. He’s pale and needing to be outside. Can’t let him walk around but….”

“A swim coach slash body guard can escort him to your private pool and not only get Xander fresh air, exercise, and bronze skin, but it will also get you a sunshine warmed Pet to nestle against,” Lorne said.

“It’s the simple things,” Spike grinned.

“Getting what you need by tomorrow afternoon…you know you are asking for miracles here,” Lorne complained.

“That’s why I’m asking, you,” Spike replied. “Anybody else would fail miserably and I’d have to kill ‘em horribly.”

“Sweet talker, you,” Lorne replied.

Spike laughed.

“So while I’m losing beauty sleep, what will you be doing?” Lorne asked.

“Watching Xander,” Spike said.

“Spike, sweet cheeks, are you sure that’s a….”

“It’ll be OK.” Spike said. “No nibbling, I promise. And believe me, it’ll be less harmful right now then trying to keep me away.”

Lorne nodded, finished his drink the said,” See ya tomorrow.”

Spike nodded.

“I’ll let myself out then,” Lorne said as he put his glass down on the bar before walking to the suite door. Spike watched Lorne leave.

After Lorne left, Spike got up and went into the bedroom. He quietly stripped down and then eased himself into the bed next to Xander.

Xander’s breathing was deep and even. Xander looked paler then before but his heart beat was strong and regular.

Spike sighed then raised the hand he’d used to yank off Xander. Spike stared at the hand for a moment and even in the dark bedroom he could see the red stain of blood.

Spike smiled and brought the hand up close to his face. Spike breathed in deep and smiled. The scent of Xander’s blood and cum still lingered.

“Mine,” Spike whispered and then slipped two fingers in his mouth. He lay back and let his tongue chase the combined flavors of Xander around. Spike nearly moaned. He began to suck on his fingers, trying to draw out every possible taste from the flesh.

Spike fell asleep sucking on his fingers and curled next to Xander.

TBC….

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anxiety-junkie.livejournal.com

Ok, part of me wants to say "ewww!", and part of me wants to say "awwwww!"

And since I knew what I was getting into, what with your warnings and all, I think I have to go with the latter. *g*

Seriously, I'm really enjoying this; I generally don't go for the whole BDSM thing (unless it's sub!Spike, that is *g*), but Xander is still very Xandery. And I like how you're getting them out so fast, too.

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