stillrose | There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (30/?)

Title:There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (30/?)
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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Previous parts here.
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Spike? Xander thought and moved cautiously around the body. Spike's legs were splayed wide and Xander could see blood and semen oozing out between his red and raw cheeks. In fact Xander could see places where blood and semen had dried on Spike's back and legs. He could see it now around his split open mouth.

Oh, Spike! Xander thought and began to shake with a new understanding. He reached out and tentatively touched the vampire's uninjured cheek. There was no response.

He couldn't touch me, Xander thought, but he could touch you. He could always touch you.

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Xander shook himself to push his shock and emotions back. Spike needed him and now wasn't the time for either. He reached out a hand and gently touched the vampire again.

C'mon, Spike, Xander thought. The battered vampire remained unresponsive. Not for the first time Xander thought about how he was going to kill Angelus and not for the first time did he feel responsible for the monster who'd released hell on Earth.

I got Buffy killed and now I got you...Xander once again pushed back the useless thoughts. The years old guilt wasn't going to help Spike.

Gotta get him clean, Xander thought. Don't know how bad he is until I can wash the blood and...well wash him up.

Xander carefully rolled Spike onto his back. He was hyper alert for any signs of consciousness or distress from the vampire. There were none. When Spike was laid flat on his back Xander looked at his mangled hands. He studied the disjointed fingers. Tears formed as he remembered how careful and gentle those fingers had been with him, preparing him for the inevitable, and now they were twisted like forgotten wreckage.

Might be better to set them while he is out, Xander thought. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Spike anymore. Once again he forced the bile back down his throat. He picked up Spike's right hand. As gently and as quickly as he could, Xander began to snap and realign the fingers back into place. He constantly monitored Spike for any reaction and he didn't know whether to be grateful or to worry when there was none. He repeated the process with the left hand. When he was done, something inside of Xander was twisted and broken. Gently he picked up Spike's hands again and ghosted kisses over the raw knuckles.

Punishment's over, he thought and then tenderly set Spike's hands back down. He then moved to the bed, picked up Spike's coat and folded it neatly and lay it in the chair by the window. Next, Xander stripped the comforter off the bed and draped it over Spike.

Gonna go get the wa... Xander nearly choked on his own thoughts. He had to get Spike clean but he didn't know yet how he was going to do it, but he was going to do it.

Gonna get the water ready, Spike. Be right back, Xander finished his thoughts and headed off to the bathroom. The bathroom was nice but not quite as luxurious as the one in Spike's suite. There was not a separate bathtub and shower. Here there was just a large tub with a nice shower curtain. Panic began to rise in Xander at the thought of crawling in the tub, but he pushed it down.

Let's think about this, Xander thought as swept back the shower curtain and stared at the tub. Gotta get Spike clean. Bath...a bath...

Memories of the "Tank" swirled around Xander and once again his stomach rebelled. His chest tightened and the world spun. I can draw a bath, Xander continued. I've done it before...just...Spike can't help me...and I can't...

Xander backed up from the tub and took several deep breaths. Drawing a bath wasn't the problem so much as trying to give one to Spike. Can't do it without getting in the tub with him...and I can't do it, he thought.

Xander looked back in the bedroom where Spike lay motionless under the comforter. He looked back at the tub.

OK, I'll do what I can do, Xander vowed. He stepped back to the tub, closed the curtain and got the shower running. He then went back into the bedroom. He dropped to his stomach by the bed and reached under it. He worked up the loose floorboard and removed the keys to his belt. Quickly he removed his belt and put everything back under the bed. Then he moved over to Spike.

Carefully he pulled the comforter back away from Spike. Warily he maneuvered the unconscious vampire into a seated position and from there he hefted Spike into a fireman's carry across his shoulder.

Ugh! Xander thought under Spike's weight as he started for the bathroom. Gettin' a little heavy there, blondie...might want to stick to O negative for awhile.

The two minions who had bodily drug Spike in had done it for dramatic affect, of that Xander had no doubt. He knew first hand about vampiric strength and as he finally managed to delicately lower Spike into the tub under the warm spray of water he wished he’d had a little of it. He was slightly out of breath and a little dizzy.

Course it would have helped if I'd had something to eat in the last twenty-four hours, Xander thought as he stepped into the tub with Spike. The water swirling to the drain was rust colored but it was draining. Xander breathed a bit easier.

Gonna be the strangest shower of my life, Xander thought as he settled behind Spike on the tub floor and began to tenderly soap and wash the vampire. Still neither one of us is in any condition to complain.

Once again time lost meaning as Xander worked with the spray falling on him like a hot rain. Carefully and methodically he scrubbed Spike clean. He hesitated only when it came to clean the vampire's raw and bleeding anus. He was caught between the intimacy of the action, the fear of hurting the vampire further and knowing if he was in Spike’s place he’d want to be clean. Empathy for Spike won out and Xander tenderly worked a cloth between Spike's cheeks and cleaned away the blood and semen.

Afterwards, Xander even took the time to wash Spike's hair. It was the last thing he washed and somehow it felt like putting the last piece in place in restoring a broken vase. When he was done, Xander turned off the water and once again wrestled Spike's limp body out of the tub. Xander stretched him out on the bathroom floor and then began to use a towel to gently dab the vampire dry.

Throughout the whole ordeal Spike remained unresponsive. He looked and felt like a corpse. He was cool to the touch and for a moment Xander panicked. For a brief moment he wondered if Spike was truly "dead" but then he quickly shoved the thought aside.

Yes he's dead, Xander thought as he stood up and stared at Spike's naked and abused but clean body, but he's not dust.

Then Xander marched into the bedroom. He turned down the sheets and blankets on the bed. Once again a sudden wave of dizziness struck and Xander was reminded he was expending a lot of energy for someone who hadn't eaten in awhile. He looked over at the tray. He walked over, crouched down and uncovered it.

A peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, some chips an apple and a juice box waited there. Oddly enough there was also a set of silverware.

Minions probably have a habit of packing silverware on every tray, Xander thought as he reached for the apple and quickly bit into it. He let his hunger set the pace and soon several bites of the apple had been chewed and swallowed. The food hit his system and had an immediate it affect. He could feel his body responding and his energy picking up. Xander stood up and looked at the bathroom.

Food! Xander thought. Spike needs fo...OH!

Xander dropped the half eaten apple back on the tray and forced a lump of apple down his throat. Spike needed food but the only source of food available to him was Xander.

Fuck! Xander thought as he headed off to the bathroom. Double fuck! My life's ambition was not to be a vampire's Lunchable!

Once again Xander worked Spike's body into a fireman's carry. He moved him back out into the bedroom and lay him in the bed. He covered him with the sheet and blankets and then smoothed a lock of hair from his forehead. Spike was paler than usual, battered, bruised and looked completely vulnerable.

OK, batty, Xander thought. If I'm going to do this I'm going to need to eat myself...I mean eat something myself.

Xander got up and moved back to the tray. He picked it up and carried it back to the bed. Then he sat down and ate while he watched the immobile vampire. Seeing the normally frenetic vampire so still almost had Xander lose his appetite again but he forced himself to eat. He finished the apple first and then began to work on the sandwich and chips.

When he was done he sat the tray back on the floor and picked up the dinner knife. Xander looked at the dull blade and cringed. That's not gonna cut it, he thought.

He put the knife back down and picked up the fork. He winced. Still, better than the knife, he thought.

Xander climbed back on to the bed. He arranged Spike so the vampire was now almost in his lap. His back was pressed to Xander's chest. Xander wrapped his arms around him. Spike's head flopped back on Xander's shoulder. Xander reached up and stroked Spike's chin until his mouth hung open and slack.

Then Xander took a deep breath, grabbed the fork and began to worry a tine back and forth into his wrist. The pain was both dull and sharp at the same time. Instinct warred with will and while Xander's flesh wanted to pull back from the damage he was inflicting on it he remained firm. He continued to press and twist the metal until the skin started to give.

OW! OW! FUCK! Xander thought as he bit his lip and continued to jerk the tine into his wrist. C'mon already!

Finally a red pearl of blood welled up and formed around the tine. Xander let loose a loud sigh and pulled the fork back. He sat it on the bed and then quickly moved his bleeding wrist over Spike's mouth. He pressed his wrist as firmly to the vampire's lips as he could and then he waited. He could feel the pearl of blood grow until it was a slow liquid trail of warmth flowing down his wrist. He willed it to trickle into Spike.

C'mon, Spike, Xander thought as the trickle flowed, blood's in the water. Wakey wakey! You know you want it! Yummy fresh bl...

Suddenly there was a growl and fangs ripped into Xander's wrist as hands grabbed his arm and held him painfully to the vampire. Xander screamed silently as blood was sucked greedily and viciously from his body. Fear ran unchecked in him as he realized Spike was operating on instinct and may not stop taking the blood he needed until it was too late.

SPIKE! Xander silently screamed as he began to struggle and fight the vampire. Spike only grunted and continued to take more. Blood roared in Xander's ears and he was getting weaker.

He's gonna kill me! Xander thought as he kicked with his legs and punched with his free hand. Spike only grunted and continued to drink Xander's life down. He's gonna drain me...Angelus....Angelus set this up! Knew...

It was getting harder for Xander to think. Yet an idea was dancing in his head, teasing him. If only he could think, he might understand. He knew he was running out of time. He thought about Willow, Faith and of course Dawn. He thought about Tara and about the children.

The children! He suddenly thought and he remembered how when Spike would play the monster the children would run and squirm until Spike caught them. Then they would go still while he kissed them on the neck.

Against all instinct, Xander let himself go limp. He lay passive. At first Spike seemed to just suck Xander's life away faster and Xander thought this might be his biggest mistake since opening his wrist for the hurt vampire, but then Spike's feasting slowed and then abruptly stopped. Hurried but gentle licks worked over Xander's torn flesh to stop the bleeding. Xander didn't move.

"Pet?" Spike finally croaked in a voice that was raw like it came from a throat shredded by shards of glass.

Xander nodded. Spike released his wrist and tried to turn in Xander's arms. Xander held him still.

"Pet, I need to know yer OK!" Spike said.

Xander made the "OK" sign with his other hand. He was really tired, but OK.

"Could have killed ya!" Spike ordered. "No more blood! Understand?"

Xander gave the thumbs up. I can live with that, he thought.

"Xan, I'm...I didn't know...was too far gone..." Spike began to explain in his strained voice and stopped when Xander suddenly laid a forefinger over the vampire's lips.

"Pet, are you tellin' me to shut it?" Spike asked from behind Xander's finger.

And here I always said you were dumb, Xander thought as he gave another thumbs up.

"You know that could get you a punishment," Spike said with a smile.

Xander rolled his eyes and put two more fingers over the vampire's lips. So what else is new? Just go to sleep and get better so you can get us the hell out of here and then you can give me whatever perverted punishment you dream up back in the privacy of our own room, Xander thought sleepily.

Spike chuckled at his pet despite the pain. He kissed Xander's fingers and let himself be held by his warm, wonderful pet. He concentrated on the sounds of Xander's breathing and reassured himself with the beat of Xander's heart. With the scent of his pet surrounding him, Spike slept peacefully and soundly for the first time since coming to L.A..

***

Xander woke to see a pair of clear blue eyes staring at him.

"Afternoon," Spike purred. His voice sounded much better. His face even looked a little less battered. Xander pointed at him and made the "Ok" gesture.

"Been better," Spike said, "but been much worse."

Xander nodded.

"Need more blood," Spike said.

Don't think I have much left to spare but if it will get us out of here sooner, Xander thought but tilted his neck anyway.

"NO!" barked Spike and Xander nearly jumped upright. Spike put a gentle hand on Xander's shoulder. "No, Xander. Almost took too much as it was last night. Think Peaches was hoping I'd lose control and take it all."

You almost did, Xander thought.

"No more blood from you for a long while. Yeah?" Spike said.

No argument from me, Xander said and nodded. Spike reached out a hand and touched Xander's cheek.

"Ya know a good Pet always takes care of his Master," Spike said.

Xander rolled his eyes but nodded.

"Xan," Spike said softly, "ya took good care of me. I know Angelus didn't clean me up and tuck me inta bed."

Xander looked away. Seemed like the right thing to do, he thought.

"Eyes on me," Spike order tenderly. Xander looked at him.

"I didn't want ya ta see me that way. Didn't want ya ta know...but thank you for cleanin' up the mess."

Why, Spike? Xander thought. Why let...why didn't you...I mean...

Xander couldn't finish his thoughts. He was selfishly glad Angelus hadn't been able to hurt him the way he had hurt Spike. It would have broken him, but that didn't mean he wanted Spike to be Angelus chew toy. He didn't want Spike to suffer because of him.

"Oi!" Spike said, "wish I knew what was causin' the hamster to start spinnin' the wheel in yer brain, pet."

Xander flipped Spike the finger.

Spike laughed, "Anytime, pet. Anytime."

Xander flushed and shook his head. Think I've had enough of bang the Xan-man, Xander thought and then pointed to the restroom.

Spike sighed then said, "Right, go do yer human stuff. I'll go see if I can scrounge up some breakf...clothes."

You're leaving me? Xander thought frantically and grabbed Spike's arm. What if Angelus wants another round of ra...abuse Spike?

"Shh, Xan," Spike said soothingly guessing at what was behind Xander’s response. "Angelus had his fun. He'll be his mouthy ponce self as usual but he'll be hands off."

How can you be sure? Xander thought and stared beseechingly at Spike. You said it yourself, I can't give you any more blood and what if he dumps you back here again. Spike, I can't help you again...I can't...

Spike ran a finger down Xander's nose and tapped the tip lightly. He smiled sadly and said, "Xander, this isn't my first time ta the dance with Angelus, yeah? I know him. He's had his pound of flesh...literally and now he'll be back ta business."

Spike's words sent a wave of ice down Xander's spine and his stomach rolled. He's done this to you before, he thought. He's...Spike, how can you be so...calm about this...so matter of fact!

Xander's shock and revulsion must have shown on his face or in his eyes. Spike sighed and shook his head.

"Pet," he said. "Ya have ta understand, we're vampires. It's different. I'm not sayin' I enjoyed it or it's on my top ten list of things ta do in L.A., but it is what is. Angelus is a sadistic prick. Always has been...always will be. He plays games. I've been a player in so many of 'em since Dru turned me I used ta forget what it was like not ta be...that was until he got 'imself cursed. Never ate a gypsy after that...missed the family I did, but not the fun'n games. Was thankful for the break."

I don't understand, Xander thought and shook his head.

"Dru played games too," Spike said softly.

Oh now I'm really going to be sick, Xander thought and stared wide-eyed at the vampire.

"Learned 'em from 'Daddy' she did. Gladly played 'em fer her. She was my love, Xan. Would have walked across crosses for her...come ta think of it I did that once," Spike laughed.

Stop it! Xander thought and reached out and grabbed Spike's arm again. Xander shook his head furiously. Stop it! OK...you’re a souless blood sucking fiend and a monster but ...you're not one of the bad guys! I don't know if you're one of the good guys...but damnit Spike you don't deserve this...that! No one does.

Spike stared at Xander. He heard his furious heartbeat. The White Knight was in Xander's eyes and was ready to do battle only he didn't look like he was ready to battle Spike. He looked like he was ready to battle for Spike. It was a sight so unexpected and so remarkable he took an unneeded breath.

"It's OK, pet," Spike said with smile, he longed to kiss Xander but he didn't to want to drive the Knight away. "I'm OK...but maybe now you'll take pity on me next movie night, eh?"

Xander shook his head and couldn’t help but laugh. Not a chance, golden boy. Not a chance, he thought, especially if you go and get yourself tortured again. It’s time we go home.

Spike watched Xander laugh silently and longed to hear it. Gonna get yer voice back, he vowed.

"Right," Spike said and then slapped Xander's ass. Xander jumped. "Go do yer human stuff. I'll be back soon."

You better be, Master Muttonhead, Xander thought as he climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Spike watched him leave before moving from the bed. He didn't want the whelp to see how much it still hurt to move. He really did hate Angelus's games.

***
Spike entered the front room. Angelus got up from his chair and walked over to greet him. He studied Spike taking inventory of the still vibrant bruises, puckered cuts and raw abrasions. Spike paused and Angelus stalked around him trailing a finger over the blond vampire's naked flesh. He moved behind Spike and put his mouth by the blond's left ear.

"Ready for round two?" Angleus purred.

"Are you?" Spike replied

Angelus laughed.

"You've come along way from the genteel Mama's boy Dru first brought home," Angelus said. "Sometimes I almost miss, William."

Spike shrugged and said, "I am what ya made me, sire."

Angelus laughed again and ran his hands down Spike's welted back. Spike bit back a wince.

"Didn't approve of Dru's choice at first," Angelus purred as he reached around and began tugging on Spike's cock, "but you've grown on me, Spikey."

Spike held still and let Angelus play. He let his cock get hard even as something inside of him loathed Angelus's touch.

"How's your Pet?" Angelus asked as he played with Spike.

"A little tired. Don't think he slept well this weekend. In the shower now," Spike replied.

Angelus laughed again, "You didn't kill him then?"

"Was that the plan?"

"Was a possibility."

Angelus kissed the back of Spike's neck and continued to tease and stroke Spike.

"Ya did drink from him though?" Angelus said with a touch of his native accent.

"Don't think I'd be standin' without it," Spike said.

Suddenly Angelus's fangs tore into Spike's neck. He sucked deep and increased the rhythm on his strokes. Spike moaned at the pain, the humiliation and the need. He'd been a player in Angelus's games too long not to respond. The game was brief but thorough. Angelus gave a last twist and tug and Spike spurted what little seed he had to spill. Angelus laughed as he pulled his face away from Spike's neck. He licked his lips loudly and held up his soiled hand to Spike's. Spike began to dutifully clean his spunk from the offered hand with his lips and tongue.

"He tastes good," Angelus purred. "Always knew he would. So good of you to share, Spike."

Spike resisted the urge to turn on Angelus even though the demon inside howled, Xander's MINE! It wanted blood for blood and pain for Angelus's presumptions. It also hungered for more blood. He was weak again.

When Spike was done cleaning Angelus's hand, the elder vampire released him. He sat back down in his chair and picked up a vial from the table next to it.

"Clothes and something more substantial to eat are in the other room," Angelus said and pointed to the room where they'd had the twins the first night.

"Ta," Spike said and began to head towards the other room.

"Oh, Spikey!" Angelus called out. Spike stopped and turned to look at Angelus. The elder vampire grinned and then threw the vial at Spike. Spike snatched it from the air, wincing as the move pulled torn flesh and muscle.

"For Xander. Pain...torture...humiliation, well they're just no good if ya can't hear 'em scream," Angelus said.

Spike starred at the vial and then again at Angelus.

"Yeah. Thanks mate," he said not sure whether to trust Angelus or not but the promise of hope kept him from dismissing the vial outright.

***
Xander panicked slightly when he got through in the bathroom. Spike was still not back.

Keep it together, Xander thought. He got on his stomach and reached under the bed. Dutifully he donned and secured his belt. He was just about to hide the keys again when the door opened. Xander spun around and hid the keys behind his back.

"Just me, pet," Spike said as he entered the room. He was fully dressed and he looked better. The bruises on his face looked faded.

He's fed, Xander thought and tried not to think of the implications.

"Ready to get out of here?" Spike asked. Xander nodded enthusiastically.

"Well give me the keys and then let's get going," Spike said. Xander sighed.

Was hoping to keep these, he thought as he stepped forward and gave the keys to Spike. Spike took them and put them in his pocket.

“Safe as houses,” he said and turned to leave.

Xander went to follow and then stopped.

His coat! Xander thought and ran back to the chair.

"Pet?" Spike asked when he heard Xander run back into the room. Xander snapped his fingers and then held out Spike's coat.

Something unknown stuck in Spike's throat and for a moment he was as mute as Xander. All he could do was nod and don the coat in a swirl of leather before quickly turning around and marching out of the room.

You're welcome, Xander thought.

***

Once again Angelus was waiting for them in the front room. Lindsay was there again. He was gagged, blind folded and chained to the floor by his collar.

"Spike, it's been fun," Angelus said as they moved into the room.

"Family's always a crack," Spike said.

"Well, don't be a stranger," Angelus laughed.

Spike nodded.

"Oh...and be sure to let Zorn know how displeased I was with my damaged manuscript."

"Certainly," Spike said.

"Have a good trip back," Angelus said. Spike nodded and then headed for the door. Xander followed aware that Angelus's eyes followed them both. He breathed a bit better once they were out the door and in the hallway. Xander had never been so happy to see a set of elevator doors in his life. He was even happier when they opened. Spike wasted no time stepping inside and neither did Xander. Spike pressed the "L" button for the lobby.

Just as the doors were about to close Angelus's voice rang out, "SPIKE!"

Spike thrust a hand between the doors and held them open. Angelus jogged up to the doors and grinned, "Almost forgot! Be sure to say 'Hi' to Lorne for me. Hope he's moved past that whole 'Doyle' thing. Some relationships just aren't meant to be...they can be so destructive."

"I'll give him the message," Spike said.

Angelus laughed and Spike withdrew his hand. The elevator doors slid shut and Xander practically held his breath until they reached the limo.

TBC...

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