stillrose | There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (26/?)

Title:There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (26/?)
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.

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

UNBETAED

Ok...had a great time at Gencon. Very tired...and a bit poorer. Bought some t-shirts, new dice, a couple of cd's by Midnight Syndicate to write by (and to make my inner Goth girl very very happy). I got Vampyre and Out of Darkness. Also bought a board game. Anyway...good time. Here's chap 26...I did sit down for a bit (when I was tired of the crowd) and write for a bit.

Previous parts here.
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"I'm sorry I wasn't there," Spike whispered. "When the world fell to hell, I should have found ya, Xan. Angel gave ya to me. You were always mine. Should have made sure of that. If I had...none of this would have ever happened to ya. They’re gonna pay, Xan. I promise. Gonna pay for hurtin' what's mine."

Uh huh, Xander thought as he curled his hand around Spike's and fell asleep.

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Spike's head joined his shoulder and leaned against the cold steel bars. It was a change from leaning against the cold concrete wall. He couldn’t do anything about sitting on the floor though, there wasn't room enough to stand, only to crawl, sit or curl up in a fetal position.

He tried to think past the raw hunger gnawing at his gut the way he'd gnawed at the tiny bones littering the floor sucking every bit of marrow out of them he could. It was no use. Thinking past the pain in his gut only remind him of the pain in his back where the open and seeping wounds flared like blooming flowers across his back.

A rat scurried across the other side of the room and Spike's eyes flashed gold. The rats were too wary of him now to come close to his cage; his cell. He'd drained too many of their brethren. Still, it just took one careless or stupid one and some of Spike's pain could be eased a fraction. He'd be further damned if he wouldn’t be ready.

If Spike had had the energy he would have snarled, raged or slammed his fists against the bars at his current low state. Instead he wheezed out a weak and bitter laugh.

No better than that tosser Angel now, he thought, locked in a cage...salivatin' over rats.

"Well you still have yer sense of humor," a voice interrupted Spike's thoughts.

This time the vampire did snarl. He lifted his head and searched the room outside his cell. Bloody too far out of it if gits and wankers are sneakin' up on me! He thought.

A lean young man with short dark hair entered the room. He was vaguely familiar.

"You room service?" Spike asked.

"Sorry, no," the main replied. His Irish brogue was now evident.

"Wonderful, another Paddy," Spike snorted."Ya know, the better part of you lot dribbled down yer Mum's legs after yer Da climbed off 'er and headed back down to the pub."

"And I see you picked up Angelus' knack for crude and rude language."

"Well, "Spike smiled grimly, “gotta do something to get back in his good graces."

"Do you?" The man asked as he stepped closer to Spike's cell.

Spike narrowed his eyes and studied the man more carefully. This time the vampire recognized the man.

"Yer that prat Doyle! Yer the Pylean's pet half-breed!"

The man shook his head and for a moment his face was covered in blue spikes and his eyes flashed red. Then he shook his head again and he looked human.

"Doyle's fine."

"Whaddya want...Doyle?" Spike sighed and leaned back against the bars.

"Was bored...thought maybe you could use some company."

"Well then," Spike purred, "by all means come closer and get cozy."

Doyle smiled and shook his head.

"You might be the end of me some day, Spike," Doyle said, "but not today."

Spike studied the odd half-human and half-demon again.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Spike finally asked.

"Means you have a destiny, Spike."

Spike laughed again, "Dru put you up to this, mate? Or is this another one of 'Gelus's games? A destiny?"

"You were on the right path," Doyle continued, "you didn't fail. The slayer did...and others did."

"Wot?" Spike snarled.

"The deal you made. Betraying Angelus..."

"Was a moment of weakness!" Spike yelled as loud as he could. "It won't happen again!"

"Yer weakness was...is yer strength."

"Yer daft and ya talk dangerous...half-breed!," Spike growled. "And unless this is all a test to get me back into Angelus' good graces..."

"Angelus doesn't have good graces," Doyle interrupted, "and your test...the way you'll earn your way back to Angelus' 'side' is a way off yet."

"He tell ya that?"

"No."

"Then how do you ruddy well know?"

Doyle moved a little closer to Spike and crouched down so they were eye level. He studied the battered and tortured vampire.

"You’re not like the other vampires, Spike..."

"Right...I have a destiny."

"You can love, Spike," Doyle continued. "You loved Dru...and you still loved yer Mum even after you were turned."

"SHUT IT!" Spike roared in a slight panic. He hadn't told anyone about his mother. How did this Doyle twat know or think he know what happened?

"Dru...Angelus...many other demons would see that as a weakness in you, Spike, but it's your strength. It's what made you unpredictable to Angelus...made you capable of blindsiding him. He sees your 'weakness' as something he has to beat or break out of you. He's tried since the moment Dru brought you home, so to speak. Yet, it's what's made you the vampire that survived when your happy little family fell apart. Think about it Spike. You were the youngest of the four greatest vampires that terrorized Europe and when everything fell apart you were left with an insane and wounded sire. You not only survived...but thrived! Angelus has always tried to mold you...make you into a vampire more like him...but yer not, Spike."

"Bloody right I'm not!" Spike said bitterly. "I'm down here here wastin' away and he's up there with my Dru and none of yer flowery words are gonna change that!"

"Spike, this isn't the world you wanted..."

"NONE of this is what I wanted," Spike snarled.

"There's going ta come a time when you can have a chance to change it all around again," Doyle said. "You'll be on yer own for a long time. Focus on yer weakness...how to make it a strength when ya need it. When you come back..."

"When I come back?" Spike asked. "Are you soddin' daft? Where do you think I'm goin'?"

"You'll have an ally in Lorne," Doyle continued. "You'll need to prove your ruthlessness. Show Angelus you are his grandchilde and hide yer strength...and it's ok. I forgive you. It's my destiny."

"Forgive me? It's your destiny? Ya know, yer getting more balmy with every word," Spike said shaking his head.

Doyle smiled, "I wish I'd had a chance ta get to know you better Spike. I know yer gonna be important to my Lorne and ta the world. I just wont' be around ta see it."

"And where are you going?" Spike snorted.

"Where the Powers say," Doyle said sadly.

"The Powers?" Spike asked.

Doyle shook his head and stood up.

"Forgive me if I'm not as pleasant when we next meet," Doyle said. "But please remember, it's OK. Do what you have ta do. I DO FORGIVE YOU."

"Mate, your train has seriously jumped its tracks," Spike said.

Doyle laughed and nodded.

"Good night, Master Spike," Doyle said and then turned and left the room leaving Spike alone again with his pain, hunger and pile of rat bones.

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Spike opened his eyes and found curious brown ones staring at him. Xander pointed at him and made the "OK" gesture with his hand.

"Yeah," Spike groaned and rolled to his side and propped himself up on his elbow. "Ya don't have the corner on bad dreams, pet."

Dream the world ran out of bleach for your hair? Xander thought and cocked an eyebrow.

"Did I wake ya?" Spike asked.

Xander shook his head.

"Hmph," Spike said and then rolled on to his back. "Done yer human business in the bathroom yet?"

Xander shook his head again.

"Well, get to it. Got some punishment ta get out of the way before brekkies."

Punishment! For what! Xander thought.

Spike looked at Xander who was frowning and not moving.

"Seems ta me there was a certain Pet in my bed who was kicking and hitting...not to mention who tackled me yesterday. Believe there are rules against attacking yer master," Spike said. "Now, get in bathroom...do yer thing and get back here."

I hate you, Spike, Xander thought and rolled out of the bed and marched into the bathroom. Just when I think there might be some bit of decency buried in that dead and dusty heart of yours you prove me wrong.

Spike smiled as he heard Xander stomp around in the bathroom. There was something oddly comforting about Xander's moments of rebellion and displays. He rolled back on to his stomach, rested his head on his crossed arms and listened to Xander. Won't be long, pet, Spike vowed, before I can listen to ya complain and snark.

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Twenty minutes later Xander came back into the bedroom showered, shaved, and with his various bruises and whatnot's treated. He looked at Spike. Spike smiled.

"Climb back up on the bed," Spike ordered.

Oh goody, Xander thought.

"Got a special punishment for ya this evening," Spike said.

Can hardly wait...oh wait! I lied! I can! Xander thought even as he obeyed and climbed up on the bed with Spike.

"So, ya know how ya kicked, hit and otherwise abused yer poor old Spike? I think you need ta kiss it and make it better," Spike said.

What? Xander thought. Spike chuckled when he saw the look on Xander's face.

"Get over here and start layin' some lip lovin' on all those places ya hit me, pet," Spike faked a growl. "Better make it good."

Xander longed to shake his head, hit Spike again or just storm out of the room. Instead he sighed and crawled closer to Spike. He looked at the vampire’s long, lean, muscled and naked back.

Where do I even begin? Not like numbnu...whoa! Not thinking of those! Xander thought. Not like NumbSKULL is bruised anywhere. How am I supposed to know where to kiss it and make it...so of this is not good for my appetite?

"Start with my right shoulder blade," Spike grinned.

Xander sighed and leaned across Spike. He put his hand down by Spike for balance. He placed a quick peck on Spike's shoulder blade and sat back.

"Oi! Ya call that a kiss! I’ve seen more passion from nuns! I said some lip lovin' not a quick brush of skin on skin."

Xander rolled his eyes and leaned over Spike again. I really, REALLY, hate you, Xander thought as he brushed his mouth slowly and softly over Spike's shoulder blade. He let his lips linger for a moment before withdrawing.

"Much better, pet," Spike purred. "Now slide those lips over to my left shoulder and when yer done there slide 'em down my spine to the lower part of my back."

Xander took a deep breath and then lowered himself over Spike again. He caressed Spike's shoulder with his lips and then as ordered slid his mouth over to the top of Spike's spine and began to trace a slow descent down Spike's back.

Xander couldn't help but breathe in the unique smell of Spike; musk, smoke and whiskey. For some reason it had an odd affect on him and about half way down Spike's back Xander had the oddest need to lick his lips, as if he had to know if Spike's scent could be transferred, if he could taste it on his lips. Xander's tongue slid out and not only made contact with his own skin but Spike's cool flesh as well. Both men groaned. Xander's was silent and Spike's was satisfyingly loud.

Spike scent filled Xander's mouth and he found himself oddly hungry for it. He opened his mouth wider and kissed a little hungrier down Spike's back reveling in the hard lines and the smooth curve of each muscle. When he reached the hollow of Spike's lower back he couldn't help but dart his tongue out for another taste.

"You'd have better access if you'd straddle me," Spike suggested. Xander lifted his head and looked at Spike. Spike eyes were a wide and a dark blue. There was something off about Spike's logic but his tone didn't make his words so much a suggestion as much as a softly worded order.

Xander sat up and then moved closer to Spike. He threw a leg over him and then straddled Spike right over the place he'd just tasted. His body reacted to the thought and heat began to coil low in his groin. Suddenly there was movement underneath him and the delicious friction of skin on skin stoked the fire in his groin to burn even hotter. Xander looked down to see Spike twisting until he was face up.

Heat flared through Xander even as he reddened all over as he realized Spike and he were now groin to groin; hardening cock to hardening cock.

"Stay put," Spike ordered when Xander tried to shift away from this new position. Xander froze and stared at Spike.

You never fight fair do you? Xander thought.

"More places ta kiss, pet," Spike said as he pointed to his right shoulder.

But then again, I don't have to fight fair either, Xander suddenly thought as he leaned down and remembered what he'd learned at lunch the day before.

He put his hands on either side of Spike head then thought, Time to turn one of my weaknesses into a strength. He then began to kiss and taste Spike's shoulder.

Spike hissed and Xander swirled his tongue around the spot again before placing a few more tiny kisses. He lifted his head and looked at Spike. Spike's eyes were almost black and his mouth was open. There was a feral and hungry look on his face. He pointed to the left side of his chest. Xander cocked an eyebrow.

Spike nearly arched off the bed when Xander slid his tongue from Spike shoulder straight to Spike's left nipple. Once there Xander began to suck and circle the cool bit of flesh until it was a hard little pebble between his lips. Then Xander licked it over and over with the flat of his tongue until Spike cried, "STOP!"

Xander sat up and smiled. He tried to ignore the fully erect penis under him just as much as he was trying to ignore the fully erect penis attached to his own body. Spike was panting and staring at Xander like he could roll and devour him at any minute. Instead he pointed to his stomach.

OK...one of us is being REALLY stupid here; Xander thought as he bent and shifted down slightly while he kissed a trail from Spike's nipple straight to his belly button. Only I'm not sure at this point which one it is.

Xander began to dart his tongue in and out of the little hole he found until Spike was squirming and panting, but he didn't stop. Some wild desire was burning through Xander and he found himself obsessed with that little tiny bit of recessed flesh. It tasted thickly of Spike and the way Xander's tongue seemed to rob the master vampire of his arrogance and authority made Xander's skin itch with a strange and powerful desire. He found his hands leaving the bed and snaking down Spike side until they were holding him down so Xander could plunder his new found treasure with more ease.

"Pet!" Spike gasped and Xander smiled as he drove his tongue relentlessly into his master's belly button, swirled it around and pulled it back out again. "XANDER!"

Xander kissed and soothed the skin around the hole before squeezing his legs around Spike, rocking his rock hard cock against Spike's and then beginning a new assault. Quickly and fiercely he dove his tongue in and out, over and over again into Spike's belly button.

"FUCK! Pet! Xander!" Spike screamed and thrust up into Xander. His hands grasped Xander's shoulders. Xander kept up his assault.

Who's in control now? Xander thought and began to thrust against Spike in time to the tongue fucking he was giving the moaning and nearly insensate vampire.

"XANDER!" Spike roared and hands pulled at Xander tearing him away from his prize. Then he was rolling and the world flipped upside down. Xander shook his head and lips captured his. They were hungry, fierce and unrelenting. Xander bit at them and teeth bit back until blood flowed. Then a hungry tongue was licking and sucking at Xander's lips.

Meanwhile hard cocks danced and rocked against each other. Xander silently groaned at the sensation. He opened his mouth and a hot, hungry tongue dove in and plundered the opening. Xander tried to wrap his arms around the body above him but hands captured his wrists and held them above this head. Xander countered and wrapped his legs around the waist pressing so hot and deliciously down against him.

A growl joined the tongue filling his mouth and Xander laughed silently at it. He thrust up and the body above him thrust down. Xander's tongue began to duel with the invader. He launched a counter attack and sought to not only defend his territory but invade the other mouth locked in desperate combat with his own.

In the meantime he ruthlessly set to drive the pace of thrusting and sliding of the cocks seeking just the right bit of friction, just that right touch that would set them off. Again and again Xander thrust up. He set up a brutal and a fast rhythm seeking to keep the advantage he'd achieved and not letting being on the bottom change that for one moment

"Xander," Spike growled into his mouth.

Xander bit at Spike's lips and clenched his legs tightly around the vampire.

"XANDER!" Spike roared and cool spill began to erupt against Xander’s oh so hot skin.

Checkmate! Xander thought a bit dizzily as he tried to will his own cock back from the brink. Spike kissed and tasted Xander's lips while small tremors raced through his body and his system slowly settled. Xander closed his eyes and kept focusing on cooling his own ardor.

When the need to press up against Spike had lessened Xander opened his eyes to find a pair of amused blue eyes staring at him.

"I might be creating a monster," Spike said.

Xander blinked his eyes innocently, Who me?

"Punishment's definitely over," Spike purred and sat up. Xander winced at the movement against his still sensitive cock. Spike held out his hands. Xander took hold and lightly kissed them.

"There is one more thing though," Spike purred again.

Oh? Xander thought and cocked an eyebrow.

"There was that little matter of biting, pet," Spike said with a smile and then slowly moved off of Xander.

Fuck! Xander thought.

"Spread 'em, pet," Spike ordered.

What? Xander thought as he went to sit up.

"Oh no, pet," Spike thought. "Just lie back and spread yer legs."

What are you doing? Xander wondered as he did as he was told. And what made me think I could beat him at his own game?

Spike looked over his yummy pet spread out before him with his spill still splattered over his tummy. MINE, he thought. Oh so very fine... and so very mine.

Spike settled between Xander's legs leaned over and then began to gently lick and lave Xander's stomach cleaning up all the sweet sweat of his pet and his own spunk.

Spike! Xander wanted to shout. What are you doing!

Spike hummed and greedily licked and cleaned Xander stomach before making a seductive bee line for Xander's belly button. Xander hissed and jumped as soon as he felt Spike's cool tongue begin to lave and lick his way inside Xander's little hole.

Oh fuck! I have only myself to...b..bl...bl...OH FUCK!

Spike put his hands on Xander's side to still his writhing movements. He chuckled and continued to torment Xander with as sweet a tongue fucking as Xander had given him.

Spike! Spike! Xander began rocking his head from side to side. He was on fire. Finally Spike withdrew his tongue only to drag it very slowly down Xander's lower belly. Centimeter by centimeter his tongue dragged slowly across Xander’s skin and Spike soaked up all the tastes of his pet; the salt, the musk, and the bits of his own lingering seed.

Oh please, Spike...you can't...I can't...this...you're still the master...Xander tried to get his thoughts together while he fought to control his body's response. He was losing the battle on both fronts as Spike's tongue moved ever lower.

SPPPIIIIIKKKKE! Xander's mind cried out and his back arched when Spike's tongue finally reached its target and circled around the head of Xander's leaking cock. Spike chuckled against it and Xander slammed his fists against the mattress. Then Spike began to lick Xander's hard staff like it was his favorite treat. Over and over he ran his tongue down, up and around Xander's shaft and crown. Every now and then he'd let the tip of his tongue burrow and seek out all the yummy flavors weeping generously from the slit at the top.

Xander rocked his head from side to side and tried to remember how to breathe. Thinking was beyond him. He was locked in an intense pleasure and experience he'd never had. The one night with Faith had never included something like this: it had been a wham bam, thank you Xan.

With each inch of flesh Spike took in his mouth and suckled, Xander was lost to a new sensation and a new height of pleasure. When Spike kissed his way down Xander's shaft and wrapped his mouth around Xander's heavy ballsac he nearly wept. When Spike sucked one of those heavy little balls into his mouth and delicately rolled it around with his tongue Xander tried to scream with all his might.

Spike loved the smell, taste and feel of pet all hot and writhing under him. Xander was lost in the moment and Spike wanted to make it good, very good for his Xander. Pet's suffered so much, Spike thought.

Still, there's that biting, Spike thought and smiled. He knew just the sweet spot to bite in return. The spot that could wind Xander just that tighter and where Spike could taste the heat and passion flowing in Xander. Spike spent a few more moments with his mouth buried in Xander's short and curlies while he tasted and teased his boy’s sweet round balls until they were drawn up tight and oh so ready to release their sweet juice. Then Spike wrapped a hand around Xander shaft just behind the glans.

He kissed his way down to a spot just the top of the inside of Xander's left thigh. Gonna make this good for you, pet, Spike vowed as he slid into game face. Don't want ya to regret this.

Then Spike slid his fangs right into the artery that pumped Xander's life blood. Liquid Xander flowed into Spike's mouth filling him up with the salty taste of his pet. Xander's blood was rich with the taste of his passion, his pain, his strength...his life. Spike groaned and nearly wept. He would never have enough of Xander.

Xander's silent scream rocked through him at the intense intimacy, pleasure and slight pain of Spike's bite. He'd never felt so close to anyone or so desired. He nearly wept. Even if he was some how rescued or freed tomorrow, he knew he'd always be bound to Spike.

Spike swallowed once, twice and a third time before lifting his fangs from Xander's leg. Then like a great cat he licked and laved the spot over and over again until he was satisfied that not only had he cleaned away all the precious treat that was his pet's blood but that Xander was no longer bleeding. He shifted back into human face and looked up at Xander.

"Pet," Spike said hoarsely. "Xander, look at me."

Xander tried to process what Spike was saying. He gave up and just looked at Spike, his eyes wide, dark and almost completely dilated with lust and need.

"Gonna take care of you, always. Gonna always make it good for you," Spike vowed and then wrapped his mouth around the head of Xander's cock. He slid his hand away and slowly swallowed Xander down. Xander gasped. His eyes and body tried to sync the sight and the sensation short circuiting his mind. Spike relaxed his throat and took Xander all the way down. Then he swallowed.

Light burst inside of Xander. He arched, opened his mouth in a third and final silent scream and his hot seed pumped down Spike's throat. Spike greedily sucked and swallowed his pet's essence as hungrily as he had Xander's blood. Over and over Xander pulsed and Spike ran a soothing hand down Xander's side while the tremors coursed through his body.

Spike worked Xander's cock until it was clean and empty and then he gently eased it out of his mouth. He kissed it softly before moving up Xander's body and lying next to him. Tears flowed openly and freely from the corners of Xander's eyes. Spike kissed and licked those away too. He took Xander in his arms and rocked him.

Xander came back to himself being rocked by Spike. He blushed and tried to pull away.

"Oi, none of that," Spike admonished gently.

Xander settled down and Spike kissed his temple.

"Did ya enjoy it?" Spike asked.

You've got to be kidding, Xander thought and tried wiggling again.

"Pet," Spike warned again.

Xander sighed.

"Did ya enjoy it?"

Xander flushed and nodded.

"Ya got nothing to be ashamed of, Xan," Spike said simply and kissed Xander's temple again.

Easy for you to say, Xander thought.

"I enjoyed it too," Spike said.

Xander turned in Spike's arms and stared at Spike.

Well you're an undead pervert whose been pawing at me since da...er night one, Xander thought.

"If you poundin' on me every now and then gets me this," Spike teased. "Might have to rethink the 'no hitting your master' rule."

Xander rolled his eyes. Don't get too sure of yourself Romeo, he thought, there's no summer repeats of this episode.

Suddenly Spike frowned as he heard the elevator approach. Xander held up his hands. What?

"Lorne's coming," Spike said.

Xander smiled, Breakfast!

"Was hopin' to have you ta myself a little while longer."

Xander rubbed his forefinger against his thumb. World's tiniest violin playin' just for you, he thought.

"Don't know what that means pet, but I'm sure when I find out you'll have earned a punishment," Spike said wolfishly.

Xander rolled his eyes.

A knock on the bedroom door had both men looking puzzled. Lorne usually waited for them in the front room.

"Yeah?" growled Spike.

Lorne walked in with a frown on his face. Uh oh, Xander thought as he scrambled to get under the covers.

"We have a problem, lemon drop," Lorne said.

"What?"

"Lilah's been spotted about twenty minutes outside the city."

"Bloody hell!" Spike snarled as he rolled off the bed and stood up. He dug in his drawer for cigarettes and then slammed it shut empty handed. He looked back at Lorne. "You sure?"

"Positive."

Who's Lilah? Xander wondered.

"Pet, get out from under those covers and go rinse off. Be out front in five minutes for yer breakfast or go hungry," Spike barked as he started marching for the door.

Xander clapped his hands. Spike turned and looked at him. Xander waved his arms in the air. Who is Lilah?

"Listen, pet," Spike said. "Lilah is Angelus' tart of the hour. She's one of the barristers for Wolfram and Hart. Rumor has it her bosses rule hell dimensions that make this one look like happy hour. She's been assigned to Angelus and he sends her out when he wants something done and he doesn't feel like leaving his happy place. Got it? So now ya got three minutes to be rinsed and out front, yeah?"

Yeah, Xander thought and moved quickly to the bathroom, I got it. Angelus is checking up on you...and consequently that means checking up on me.

A cold chill raced down Xander's spine and all thoughts of breakfast fled. All he could think about was Angelus.

TBC...

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