There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (43/?)
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stillroseFandom: 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
More soon...I promise. :)
Previous parts here.
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“C..cold,” Xander mouthed to Spike.
So cold! Xander thought before he opened his mouth in a silent agonizing scream as the aching cold turned into a fiery ice that seemed to slice at his throat and burn through his blood. The last thing he remembered was Spike shouting his name while wrapping his body and Tara’s comforter around him.
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Spike threw his empty glass against the wall and snarled, “It’s been hours!”
“And it may take days,” Lorne said softly. “You heard what the Pocklas said.”
Spike spun around and looked toward the suite’s bedroom door. His pet…his Xander was in the other room dying and he was helpless.
“I’m gonna kill ‘im, Lorne,” Spike growled low and harsh. “I’m gonna kill An…gonna kill ‘im slow.”
“I know.”
“How long is this gonna take?” Spike asked changing the topic back to Xander.
“The Pocklas need to set things up to do what they can to keep him alive while the Norjub works its way through his system,” Lorne said. “Which is very little since magic has a destabilizing effect on the potion once it’s ingested.”
“How long?” Spike snapped.
Lorne shook his head. Spike growled again and headed for the bedroom. Lorne rushed across the room and put a hand to Spike’s arm. Spike roared and threw Lorne off.
“Lemon drop,” Lorne pleaded, “let them work. They know the price for failure. They need to put in an IV…and other things in place to sustain him while his body…while it…”
“Dies!” barked Spike.
“Nearly dies,” Lorne corrected. “Lemon drop, the Pocklas explained, the Norjub will take him close to the point of death and then will begin to heal him. When it does, it will heal the damage to his voice.”
“If he survives!”
“He will,” Lorne said.
“You read that?” Spike asked his voice cracking with too much emotion.
“Xander’s strong. He won’t give up,” Lorne replied.
“Because he has so much to live for?” Spike asked bitterly as he made his way to the bar to fix himself another drink.
“Spike…lemon dro…”
“He’s been raped, abused, and repeatedly tortured, Lorne,” Spike said. “He’s a Pet in a world of demons. Why…what does he have to…”
“He’s Xander and he’s not just any demon’s Pet, he’s your Pet.”
Spike turned and looked at Lorne. He studied him. Lorne didn’t have to be an empath to read the pain in the vampire’s shimmering blue eyes.
“I can’t lose him and I don’t have a trick ta cheat my way through this, green bean,” Spike said softly.
“You don’t need one. Just trust him, Spike. Trust Xander.”
“And in the meantime?”
“Be the Master of Las Vegas.”
“Lorne…” Spike began as he shook his head.
“You have to be. You can’t let this be seen to slow you down or change your routine. You know you can’t! You know that’s what Angelus is waiting to see. He wants to know just how much of an Achilles heel Xander is to you. You know this.”
“I don’t know anything!” Spike said angrily and downed his drink. He really didn’t know anything anymore. He stopped knowing anything the moment Xander went still and deathly cold in his arms. He barely remembered Lorne prying him away from the human so the Pocklas could examine him. Lorne still looked bloodied and bruised.
He remembered carrying Xander’s nearly lifeless form upstairs to the suite and laying him gently on their bed. He remembered tenderly undressing him and then being led away from Xander to the other room as the Pocklas began to work. Lorne had forced a drink in his hand and had told him what the Pocklas had managed to find out.
The vial contained Norjub which was indeed a powerful restorative and healing potion but it was dangerous. In order for it to work it poisoned the subject and shut down their vital systems almost to the point of death. Then, if the subject survived, it slowly began to restore and heal all damage.
If Xander survived, any physical damage his body had sustained would be healed. Spike growled softly. He’d had to remove Xander’s earring and nipple ring as the Pocklas said the Norjub would see the piercings as wounds and heal those as well. Even Spike’s scars from when he first made Xander’s his Pet would be erased.
I’ll give ‘em all up though, Spike vowed, if my pet comes back to me.
“Spike,” Lorne said softly.
Spike looked at the Pylean.
“Tara said that humans hear, even when their unconscious. She said…’talk to him.’”
Spike nodded. He swallowed and then ground out, “He’s not to be left alone. If I can’t…if…when I can’t be with ‘im either you or Clem are ta be with him, yeah?”
Lorne nodded.
“He’s never ta be left alone! Don’t want ‘im ta think…want ‘im to know…boy needs company is all,” Spike finally said and then turned his back to Lorne. Lorne closed his eyes and tried not to feel the wave of searing sorrow flowing from the vampire.
The silence and the sorrow were interrupted a few moments later when the Pocklas exited the bedroom entered the living area. They bowed low before the silent vampire. Spike stiffened and turned to face them. He cocked an eyebrow.
“M’lord,” one intoned, “your Pet rests comfortably. All is in place. We will check on him every four hours or as often as your lordship desires. Until then we shall be outside your suite doors. Wards have been set to alert us if his condition changes or should he need urgent care.”
“Will he survive?” Spike barked.
The Pocklas shuffled and looked at each other before answering.
“We have done what we can m’lord,” the speaker replied. “We will continue to do all that we can. Your Pet is strong and devoted. Those qualities improve his chances of surviving the Norjub.”
“Get out!” Spike ordered.
The Pocklas moved quickly and left. Lorne studied Spike.
“Spike,” Lorne finally said after the healing demons had left, “they are on your side.”
“Not now, Lorne,” Spike said hoarsely before marching to the bedroom. He slipped inside and shut the door without another look or word to his friend.
***
Spike moved silently through the room as he approached the bed. His vampire hearing and sense of smell told him Xander was alive yet he looked dead. The human was still and his breath was so shallow it looked almost non-existent. An IV stand was by the bed and full bag of fluid dripped slowly into the tube that snaked down and was attached to Xander’s arm.
Carefully Spike pulled back the covers and looked over Xander’s pale naked body. He could sense the blood slowly pumping through his Pet’s veins. He had the strong urge to turn him then and there but he knew all too well that if he did, he’d lose his pet for sure. Everything that he loved about Xander would be blackened, tarnished, perverted and gone if he turned him.
Xander would make an awe inspiring fledge but he wouldn’t be the White Knight Spike loved. Spike gritted his teeth and swallowed.
Couldn’t even try the cursed soul trick, he thought. Angelus has destroyed all Orbs of Thesulah he knew of and he couldn’t risk searching for any that might be hidden. All other options are…well there aren’t any anymore.
Spike continued to study Xander’s body. He hissed when he saw the condom strapped to Xander’s lax penis. It had a tube at the end that led to a bag hanging from the bed. Yellow liquid pooled at the bottom of the bag. Spike gently pulled the covers up over Xander’s body.
“I’m so sorry, pet,” Spike said softly as he brushed his fingers through Xander’s hair. “I shouldn’t of let ya drink the potion. Shoulda known better. Shouldn’t of risked ya.”
Xander breathed softly but otherwise remained still. Spike sighed.
“Gotta an idea, pet,” Spike said and then began to strip off his shirt and shoes. “How about we use this time ta catch up on our reading, eh? Been awhile since we checked up on our friend Ivanhoe. Somewhere in chapter twenty-eight I believe. Rebecca was tryin’ ta cheer ‘im up after his injuries at the jousting tournament.”
Spike grabbed his glasses and the book. Then he carefully crawled up on to the bed next to Xander. He stretched out his body next to the still human and opened the book. He looked at Xander.
“Come back to me, Xan. I need you. I…I love ya,” the vampire whispered before he turned his attention to the book and began to read, “Thou hast been restored to thy country when it most needed the assistance of a strong hand and a true heart, and thou hast humbled the pride of thine enemies and those of thy king, when their horn was most highly exalted, and for the evil which thou hast sustained, seest thou not that Heaven has raised thee a helper and a physician, even among the most despised of the land?---Therefore, be of good courage, and trust that thou art preserved for some marvel which thine arm shall work before this people…”
***
A slight knock woke Spike three hours later. He scented the air. He could smell the healing herbs he associated with the Pocklas.
“Yeah,” Spike answered softly. Two Pocklas entered the room and bowed low before the prone vampire.
“We have come to check on your Pet, m’lord,” one said.
Spike nodded then added, “I want ta see how you put on the condom thing.”
The Pocklas stared at Spike.
“Yer touchin’ what is mine,” Spike growled. The Pocklas bowed again.
“Of course m’lord,” the other one answered before heading toward the bathroom. The other Pockla moved toward the bed and unhooked the empty bag from the IV line in Xander’s arm.
“Wot’s that for?” Spike asked gruffly.
“Fluids to keep the human hydrated, m’lord,” the Pockla answered as it pulled out another bag from beneath its robe.
“Does it ‘feed’ ‘im too?” Spike asked.
The Pockla shook its cowl covered head and answered, “Only hydrates m’lord. Our hope is the human will not be unconscious long enough to warrant tube feeding.”
“How long is that?”
“If he is not regained consciousness in five days, we would seek your permission to run a tube down through his nose and into his stomach to provide him liquid sustenance, m’lord,” the Pockla answered as it attached the new bag to the IV line and hung it on the stand. Then it moved to the side of the bed.
The other Pockla returned from the bathroom carrying a basin of water, soap and towels. It moved over to the bed and reverently pulled the covers back from Xander’s body. Then it looked at Spike quietly seeking permission. Spike nodded. Tenderly it unwrapped the strap holding the condom in place and rolled it down Xander’s penis.
It detached the condom from the tubing connected to the drainage bag and wrapped the used laxtex in one of the towels. The other Pockla detached the used drainage bag and hung a new one with fresh tubing to the side of the bed.
“Some of these can be sanitized and reused, m’lord. I will always use a fresh one when I change him,” the Pockla said putting the wrapped condom aside.
“When will that be?” Spike asked.
“In eight hours, m’lord,” the Pockla replied.
“I’ll do it. You’ll watch and make sure I do it correctly, yeah?” Spike ordered.
The Pockla bowed and replied, “”As you desire, m’lord. The drainage bag will also need to be changed.”
“You can show me how ta do that as well,” Spike growled. Again the Pockla nodded. Then it grabbed the wet washcloth floating in the basin. It soaped the rag then gently began to clean Xander’s penis.
“It is important to cleanse the area thoroughly,” the Pockla explained as it soaped and rinsed Xander, “to prevent any infection. Your Pet is cut so there is no foreskin to pull back and clean. However, once the Norjub begins to work that may change.”
“Wot!” Spike asked as the Pockla began to dry Xander’s penis.
“The Norjub heals damage done to the body. Your Pet was cut. It is not outside the realm of possibility that the Norjub will regrow your Pet’s foreskin. If that happens, m’lord, you will need to pay extra care to clean under the skin. Once you have cleaned the area be sure to dry it thoroughly before putting the new condom catheter on over the penis.”
Spike shook his head still trying to understand the ramifications of what the Norjub would do to his Pet. Apparently all injuries from the recent to the very old would heal if he survived. Spike took an unneeded breath and refocused on the Pockla who was finishing patting dry Xander’s nether regions.
“Always pat, m’lord, never rub,” the Pockla said. “Humans are delicate and rubbing can chafe and irritate the sensitive skin. Chafing and irritation could lead to infection as the skin is exposed to the trapped urine in the warm and moist environment of the condom.
Spike nodded. Got it, mate, he thought. Vamp physiology ain’t changed that much from a human’s.
Then the Pocklas pulled out a clean catheter from under its robe. It rolled it up Xander penis, then firmly but delicately strapped it to Xander’s shaft. Next it attached the drainage tubing to the tip of the condom. The Pockla checked the drainage line for any kinks and then looked at Spike.
“Be sure there are no kinks in the line, m’lord,” the Pocklas said and then it pulled the covers back up over Xander. It bowed to Spike before asking, “Do you have any questions?”
“How often does this need to be done?” Spike asked hoarsely.
“The catheter should be changed ever eight hours, m’lord,” the Pockla said. “A fresh drainage bag should be in place as well.”
“Next time I do it,” Spike ordered. The Pockla bowed briefly then picked up the basin and the used towels. It moved swiftly to the bathroom. The other Pockla stood silently by the bed and watched as Spike sat back down and stared at Xander who remained still and quiet throughout the whole procedure.
The other Pockla returned from the bathroom and stood by the first Pockla. They bowed low again.
“Will that be all m’lord?” they asked. Spike nodded and waved them away. They bowed again and then left as quickly as they came.
Spike leaned down and brushed a kiss across Xander’s nose. He leaned back and looked back at Xander’s still form.
“I know ya don’t want ta be ‘fondled.’ I know that’s not what they are doin’ but…I don’t know what it feels like ta ya or what you know, yeah? So don’t worry, Xan. I won’t let anyone touch ya, pet. I’ll take care of ya. I’ll be good to, yeah? I know how ta do that. Took care of Dru didn’t I? You know I did. I’ll take care of you too Xander. Trust me Xan…like I…like I….Xander I’m countin’ on ya. I’m trustin’ ya…ta come back to me.”
***
Spike managed to lie down next to Xander and sleep a couple of more hours. Then he’d gotten up and phoned Lorne.
“Want Clem up here in thirty,” Spike had barked. He looked at Xander’s still form and continued, “and tell ‘im to bring that beast of his.”
Then Spike had hung up the phone. He’d walked over to the bed and held Xander’s hand for a moment.
“Don’t want ta leave ya, pet, but green bean’s right. If I don’t do my job, Angelus is gonna play us even harder. So gonna take care of business. Not leavin’ ya alone though. Gonna have Clem and his pet monster keep ya company, yeah? I’m just gonna pop into the shower. I’ll be in and out like Jack the Ripper with a two dollar doxy….er right then. Maybe I should work on my metaphors, eh?”
Spike’s shower had been quick and he’d been dressed and ready by the time he’d heard Clem’s tentative knock on the front door of the suit. Spike smiled at Xander.
“That’ll be Clem then. Just goin’ ta get there door. Be right back,” Spike said before he dashed from the bedroom the front room. He opened the front door and let Clem inside. Once again the saggy skinned demon carried a large bag that made him look like some macabre Santa Claus.
“M..Master Spike,” Clem said a bit breathlessly.
“Clem,” Spike replied. “Lorne fill ya in on what’s happened?”
Clem nodded as he put down the bag. Immediately Ante wiggled himself out of the narrow opening. He squinted at Spike, hissed and then zoomed out of the room and headed for the bedroom.
“Oi! Don’t go messin’ with any of the tubin’!” Spike shouted after the kitten that’d gotten much larger than the last time since he’d seen him.
“Tubing, Master Spike?” Clem asked.
“C’mon,” Spike ordered as he picked up Clem’s bag and marched toward the bedroom. Clem followed. The kitten was cautiously walking and sniffing around Xander when they entered the bedroom. Clem gasped at the sight of the still and pale human.
“None of that,” Spike growled. “Tara thinks he can hear us.”
“He c..can?” Clem asked as Spike set the bag down. Spike shrugged.
“Maybe he can…maybe he can’t. I’m erring on the side he can. So, we're going to treat him like he can. That means someone’s with him at all times. That means someone’s talkin’ to ‘im, reading to ‘im, tellin’ ‘im to fight and ta come back. Whatever it takes ta remind ‘im that he’s got a life worth livin’. You think you can do that?”
“Yes, Master Spike!” Clem vowed. Spike narrowed his eyes and studied Clem.
“What’s in the bag?” Spike asked.
“Comic books…DVDs…toys for Ante,” Clem said. “Brought all the Spiderman comics I could find.”
Spike smiled and nodded. It would do.
“Right then. Any problems…”
“…I’ll call you immediately!” Clem cut Spike off.
“Pocklas will be in a couple of hours to check on him. I should be back in about six hours.”
Clem nodded again.
Spike looked at Xander. Then he moved quickly over to the human. He bent down and whispered into Xander’s ear, “Won’t be gone long. Gonna go take care of business. Specifically put an end to Zorn. I’ll videotape it just in case you want to see it when yer better, yeah? Come back ta me. Come back Xander.”
Then Spike stood. Somehow he left the room and suite without a look back.
Author’s Notes:
I used the Texas Catheter as the model for the one in this story.
More links about condom catheters.
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thank you
Date: 2007-11-27 10:56 pm (UTC)Anyway..glad you liked. did double time and chap 44 is up.
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