stillrose | There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (5/?) (Reply)

Title: There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (5/?)
Fandom: BTVS; Spike/Xander
Warnings: Slash, AU, Post Apocalyptic, violence, non-con, slavery, tentacles, DROWNING
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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Unbetaed

Previous parts here.

Ok...I think for the first time I need a hug from writing a chap. My dark muse wanted this verse and boy did she come out to "play". ANGST ahead.

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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.

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***

Xander wasn’t really sure exactly how long it had been since the grey demon with tentacles had first wrapped one of it’s appendages around his cock at the slave auction. He’d thought it had been about three days. It was hard to tell, when he was in a windowless, white padded cell with only a drain in the middle of the floor to break the monotony.

Sure the guards came in once a day to escort him to a grey tiled room where they secured him in leather cuffs, cleaned him, shaved his face and made sure he used the bathroom. Then it was a lovely run on a treadmill until Xander thought his heart would burst. Then another round of cleaning, scrubbing, peeing and defecating in the grey room before being returned to the padded cell.

Xander put up with it because he was biding his time. He wanted them to think he was cooperative; a good boy. He planned to lull them into a false sense of security and then he’d make his escape.

Xander waited until what he thought was the fourth day in the padded cell. He didn’t think he could survive a fifth. He waited for the twelfth meal of the same sweet gruel with a bottle of water they had served the eleven previous meals. Only this time when they sat the tray down Xander grabbed it, lunged and threw it at the first guard.

Xander threw a punch at the second guard and kept charging through the door. The guards grabbed for his leg. He nearly stumbled, but he kept his feet and he kept going. Xander knew the grey tiled room was down the long hall to his left. He ran to his right.

The sound of booted feet following spurred him to run faster. For the first time he was grateful for the grueling sessions on the treadmill. The right hallway ended in an intersection. Again he could go right or left. Xander chose left and kept running. He got about half way down the hall before he began to wonder about his choice. At the end of the hall was a large door; a very large door. It looked like the inside of a vault door.

“No!” Xander panted. He could still hear boots pounding behind him. The guards were getting closer. Xander kept running for the door. It couldn’t be locked.

It can’t be locked, Xander thought, not with the guards still inside!

Xander reached the door and tried to throw the handle. It wouldn’t move! It was locked. Xander spun around. The guards were charging down the hallway. Xander ran back down and began to try opening the series of doors lining the hallway. One by one they were locked. Xander grew frantic as the guards got closer.

Xander gave another door a tug on another door. The door seemed to give a little Xander tried again and it popped open like the lock had given. Xander rushed inside only to find he was in another padded white cell. Standing still and silent in the corner was a pale naked man with shoulder length hair. He was staring glassy eyed at some far point on the wall.

Oh my ghod! Xander thought as he realized he was staring at another captive. NO!

Hands grabbed Xander and jerked him out of the room. Xander struggled but while the guards seemed human like, they were too quiet, too strong and too blue to be. Quickly they subdued Xander and shut the door. Quietly they began to march Xander down the hall.

“Hey,” Xander said. “Can we talk about this? Really? I mean I wasn’t trying to escape. I just was going a little stir crazy. You know? I mean if I just had some comic books are som….”

“Bottles do not leave the vault unless they are wanted,” the guards said in unison. “Bottles are still. Bottles are quiet.”

“Still…quiet…got it,” Xander said. “And I can do those things but not day after day in a white room. C’mon!”

Xander was surprised when the guards didn’t march him back down the hall towards his cell. Instead they marched him past the intersection and down the hall he hadn’t run down.

“Ok? So you taking me some place new?” Xander said. “Cuz I can be down with that. Maybe the TV room? You got one of those? I think you’d like it. Maybe we could do a Bablyon 5 marathon?”

“Bottles are still. Bottles are quiet,” the guards said.

“Right,” Xander said. At the end of the hall Xander could see a large tank with a small set of stairs leading to the top.

“What’s that?” Xander asked quickly growing concerned.

“Bottles are still. Bottles are quiet,” the guards said again.

“Look, I’m sorry about throwing the tray and the punch. Really,” Xander said.

The guards marched Xander up the stairs to the top of the tank. There was a small belt on a hook by the lid of the tank. The guards picked the belt up and secured it around Xander’s waist.

“Look,” Xander said. “I promise. Still and quiet. See?” Xander shut his mouth with an audible snap and looked at the guards. The guards reached for a line with a clip at the end hanging over the tank. They clipped the end to the back of Xander’s belt. They locked the clip. They lifted the lid of the tank.

“Oh no!” Xander said. “Look, did I mention I don’t like large tanks? Childhood fear.”

The guards grabbed Xander and picked him up. Xander started to scream and struggle.

“Bottles are still,” the guards intoned as they lowered Xander into the tank. The line belt grew tight on Xander’s waist as he hung in mid-air in the yawning darkness of the tank.

“What’s down there?” Xander yelled.

“Bottles are quiet,” the guards said. The line dropped a bit farther and Xander’s feet touched the bottom of the tank. Xander looked up at the guards. The opening was at least three feet above his head.

“So this is just a time out? Right?” Xander asked desperately.

A warm thick liquid began to fill the bottom of the tank.

“Hey!” Xander shouted.

“Bottles are silent,” the guards said.

“Yeah, well this bottle doesn’t have his swim trunks!” Xander yelled.

“Bottles are silent,” the guards said again.

The liquid was rising quickly. Xander started to scramble around the tank looking for a way to climb out.

“Bottles are still,” the guards said.

“Maybe, but I’m not a bottle you over grown pair of smurfs!” Xander shouted angrily as he reached behind the belt and struggled with the clip. The liquid was up to Xander knees and it was getting hard to move.

“Bottle are sil….”

“I get it!” Xander yelled.

“Bottles are silent,” continued the guards.

“La la la! Can’t hear you!” Xander shouted as he gave up on the clip and once again stumbled around the tank searching for a foothold.

The liquid was up to his waist. There was a feel of buoyancy to it.

“What is this stuff?” Xander yelled as he slipped and fell. The liquid kept him slightly afloat. He could feel it lift him up slightly from the bottom of the tank.

“Bottles are still. Bottles are silent,” the guards said as they began to close the lid to the tank.

“HEY! NO!” screamed Xander as the lid closed and he was suddenly plunged into total darkness.

Frantically Xander tried to “swim” in the still rising thick goo- like liquid. It was too thick and too heavy.

“Please!” Xander screamed. “You can’t leave me here! Please give me another chance! I’ll be still! I’ll be silent! I’ll be good! Don’t fuckin’ leave me here!”

The heavy liquid continued to rise and Xander could feel it surround him. It was up to his chest. Xander tried to control his breathing. The sound of it was loud in the tank. The sound was almost louder then the pounding of Xander’s racing heart.

“WILLOW! Willow, help me!” Xander cried when the liquid reached the bottom of his chin. The liquid was too thick and covered too much of him He couldn’t move his arms or legs. Xander panicked when he realized all he could do was wait for the goo to cover him.

“They won’t do that,” Xander gasped to the dark. “I wasn’t bought just to be drowned…they….”

Thick tasteless liquid seeped into Xander’s mouth. He spit it out and cried in raw terror, “WILLOW!!!”

Xander tilted his head back trying to keep the goo from covering his mouth.

“Oh ghod! Help me!” Xander spat some more goo from his mouth. “Bu…Buffy! I’m so…”

Xander spit again.

“I’m sorry… Faith…Dawn….” Xander took a deep breath and the good covered his head.

Xander could still hear the pounding of his heart. It was all he could hear. He thought he might be crying but he couldn’t feel any tears running down his cheeks. All he could feel was the warm liquid covering him completely.

A convulsion ripped through Xander as he fought to hold his breath even as his body fought to breathe. Xander felt a small bubble escape from between his lips.

I don’t want to die, Willow, Xander’s mind screamed as he continued to fight the urge to exhale and inhale. Who’ll help you? Who’ll help take care of Dawn? Who’ll bandage up Fai…?

More bubbles escaped. This time they escaped from both Xander’s nose and mouth.

Buffy! Xander thought, wait for me….

Xander’s mouth opened and the liquid filled his mouth. Xander tried to blow it out but all he managed was to suck it deep down into his lungs. Xander convulsed and thrashed and then he was still. His eyes flew open.

All he could feel was the warm liquid. All he could see was darkness. All he could hear was his heart beating.

Xander was still. Xander was quiet.

***

Xander sat straight up and screamed. He’s scream was long and silent.

“Pet,” Xander heard Spike say from somewhere next to him.

Xander flinched then froze.

“Pet,” Spike said again.

Xander frantically tried to control his panicked breathing.

“Xander,” Spike said. “What’s wrong?”

Bloody hell, Spike thought. Bad question.

Xander didn’t respond. He wasn’t even sure how to try and answer the question.

“Xander,” Spike tried again. “Look at me.”

Bottles are still. The voices from Xander’s dream demanded. However, Spike had given him an order.

Xander took a deep breath and slowly turned his head to look at Spike. He couldn’t control his trembling.

“Bad dream?” Spike asked softly.

Xander nodded almost imperceptibly.

“About last night?”

Xander frowned. Last night? What happened last….

Memories flooded Xander’s overwrought brain and his mouth fell open in a giant “O.” Quickly Xander raised a hand to his throat. He felt for the wounds and only found scars. Xander’s eyes widened into two more “O’s.”

Please! Please, NO! .Please! Xander thought.

“Shhh, pet. It’s still beating,” Spike said as he put his hand on Xander’s and moved Xander’s fingers until they were over the pulse point in his neck.

“See? You can feel the pulse,” Spike said.

How can I see and feel my pulse…MY PULSE! Xander thought. I can feel my pulse! I’m not a vampire!

Xander smiled.

Spike chuckled, “Want a Pet, not a minion.”

Xander’s smile fell at Spike’s words. A part of Spike was a disappointed at the loss.

“Oi!” Spike said. “Don’t be ungrateful. You can still go back to being kibble.”

Not bloody likely, Spike thought, but no need to tell him that.

Xander went pale and looked away.

Oi! Spike thought. Bollocked it up again.

“Hey,” Spike said gently. “I say you could look away?”

Xander turned his head back and looked at Spike.

“Yer dream? Wasn’t about last night then?” Spike asked.

Xander shook his head.

“Time Before?”

Xander shook his head again.

“Time with Vr’xkl?”

Xander frowned.

“The Azora demon.”

He had a name besides Master? Xander wondered then nodded.

“Well it’s over now,” Spike said. "Yer mine. He can’t touch you any more.”

Xander nodded and looked down. That’s when he realized that not only was Spike in bed with him: Spike was naked!

Xander forgot all about being still and started crab walking in a tangle of sheets and blankets until he fell off the bed.

“What the…,” Spike growled and looked over the edge of the bed to see a naked Xander tangled in bed clothes on his ass.

“Bloody hell, Xander! Get back up here,“ Spike ordered while hiding his amusement.

Xander shook his head and pointed at Spike. Spike looked down and grinned. Pet’s wigged cuz I’m starkers.

“Get used to it,” Spike purred and smiled at Xander.

TBC…