There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (90c/90)

[stillrose]

Title: There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (90c/90)
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.

It is done. I want to thank all of you who have read this story, stayed with it through the years, ever commented and all who believed in it. There are three people I want to thank in particular; lit_gal whose stories inspired me to write, shakatany for unwavering faith and thetammyjo who has been my friend a whom I admire for pursing her dream to be a writer.

This has been a labor of 9 years. Please let anyone you've recommended the story too or know where it my referenced that it is no longer WIP - but finished.

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

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Previous parts here.

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“Oi! Know where ya can sti..” Spike had started to snarl but the elevators doors had closed cutting him off from view of Lorne’s too perky face.

S’not too late to make a new pair of shoes out of him, Spike thought as he stepped out of the elevator. He strode over to the door and opened it. Even that probably wouldn’t shu…

Spike froze. If his heart could beat it would have stopped as his brain tried to reconcile what his eyes were seeing. There was a man standing in front of the suite’s wall of windows staring out at the Vegas skyline.
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Xander, he dared to pray as he watched the figure turn from the window to look at him. Spike swallowed reflexively. It was Xander. He was tanner and broader in the shoulder. He was dressed in worn but form fitting jeans covered slightly by a soft cotton button up shirt he wore untucked.

All man now, Spike thought as he continued to stare at his pet, his love, drinking in the details of how the last seven months had changed Xander. Construction work really had suited him.

Xander stared back at Spike. His heart pounded chaotically in his chest: it matched the chaos of his thoughts.

Was this a mistake? Why doesn’t he say anything? Ghods! He is more stunningly perfect then I remembered, he thought as catalogued the blue of Spike’s eyes and the way his black t-shirt clung like a second skin over the chest Xander had spent so many nights hungering to touch just one more time. Xander mapped with his eyes the way Spike’s jeans accentuated the vampire’s lean muscled legs remembering how they had moved against him.

“Nice view?” Xander asked breaking the silence as he forced his feet to move toward the bar. “Much nicer than when you left?”

Spike just nodded as he finished entering the room and shut the door behind him. He watched Xander as he made his way behind the bar and bent down to rummage in the mini-fridge behind it.

Lorne knew he was here! Spike thought as his mind began to work again. I’m gonna kill him! I’m gonna..Xan..Xander!

“You thirsty?” Xander asked holding out of one two beers in his hand.

“P..Xander what are you doing here?” Spike finally managed to find words as he stepped forward and took the offered beer. He watched as Xander he popped his beer bottle top off the on edge of the bar.

Pet’s learned some new tricks, Spike thought as he flicked the top off his own bottle with his thumb.

I wanted you...needed to see you, Xander thought.

“I wanted you.. to talk to you,” Xander said before taking a generous swig of the beer.

Spike took a drink of his own beer the liquid  almost catching his throat when Xander’s said “want.”

He made another inventory of Xander now he was closer. The top few buttons on Xander’s shirt were undone making it easy for Spike to catch his warm scent. He smelt good; clean like he’d recently showered. His hair was a little shorter and he couldn’t help but notice the earring he’d had him wear was gone. The absence made Spike anxious.

Xander noted the inspection. He saw the vampire’s drift towards the earlobe missing the earring stashed safely in the duffel bag lying in the other room.

“Earrings not always the safest thing at a construction site,” Xander explained.

He took a closer inspection of his own. Spike’s knuckles were bruised and torn in places.

“You need those…” he started ask pointing bottom of his beer toward Spike’s hands.

It was too much, the long looks, the surprise and pain of wondering. Suddenly the vampire felt too exposed and too vulnerable.

“Oi! You said ya needed ta talk,” Spike suddenly barked too anxious and defensive to make nice. “So..talk.”

“Wow! Same old, Spike,” Xander replied. “I take it you didn’t go to charm school in the last seven months?”

“Sod off,” the vampire said as he turned stormed over to his chair and flopped down into it.

“Ok, No Toastmaster’s either,” Xander observed stepping around the bar growing more nervous now he was actually here with the vampire of his dreams.

“Stake me or spit it out, Xander, “ Spike growled, “ but please spare me the Harris babble!”

“So what was your plan, Spike?” Xander asked stepping toward the chair desperate to find a way to jumpstart his mouth. Desperate to find away to saying all the things he needed to say.

“I mean if you hadn’t won me? If you had never found me and don’t..just don’t try and pretend you knew I’d end up in that game.”

Xander fixed his gaze squarely on the vampire.

“Ya lot were always soft. Hadn’t thought it all the way through,” Spike finally answered his gaze shifting to look at the drink in his hands. “Figured I’d find some member of the resistance or some human ya’d all find valuable to bargain with..to use to make the meeting with.”

“Would you have made them your Pet?” Xander asked.

“Was a good cover,” Spike answered forcing himself to look at Xander. “A necessary one.”

“Would you have..Claimed them?” Xander asked the question causing something to twist painfully inside

“Maybe,” Spike answered honestly knowing his pet deserved the truth.

Xander hissed as air burned cold in his lungs and the pain became something new. He stared at Spike in shock before he set his beer down on the bar and turned his back on the vampire. .

“Pet!” Spike cried standing up in alarm. Xander took a breath and shook his head.

“Sorry,” Xander said then turning back around and offering the vampire a tight smile.

“Xander..I don’t know. I hadn’t thought it through. I don’t know what would have happened. You came along and bollocked everything up,” Spike tried to explain. “I never lied to ya abou…”

This is all going wrong, Xander thought. Time to yank the band-aid off before it gets any worse.

“You know the first month after you lef..let me go,” Xander interrupted Spike. “The first month living with the girls I was a mix of depression and anger? I kept putting my fist through the walls just trying to either feel something or get rid of the anger.”

Spike snapped his mouth shut. Here it was, his pet was finally saying what he’d come to say. He owed it to Xander to listen to him.

“Funny, that’s how I got into construction. Had to fix up the damage I caused,” Xander continued. “Because that’s what you do, Spike when you wreck something you fix it.”

Spike sank slowly back to his chair. He set his beer next to his chair and hung his head. He’d wrecked Xander and he’d failed to fix him and now the only thing he could do was listen to what Xander had to say.

If that’s what he needs, Spike thought his broken heart breaking into even smaller pieces.

“It took awhile to get through the anger, Spike and then there was the confusion. I just couldn’t understand. I had done everything you wanted from me. I’d played every role you’d asked. I’d been your good, Pet. I was your pet. I willingly submitted to your Claim and I willingly bound myself to your demon.”

The words flowed easy out of Xander now. They poured out of him and he didn’t know if he could stop them even if he had wanted.

“I’d gone from being a bottle to your Claimaint. Gone from hating my own body to not only wanting and needing what you could make me feel, but enjoying it, Spike! Ghods! Do you know how I ached for you?” And can I say how wigged out that made me? You let me go and I was a free Xanman and all I could think about how good you felt! How you tasted!”

Spike couldn’t help but look up at Xander. He couldn’t help but stare in his own longing at the man he loved but he remained silent.

“I even tried dating! Found this girl, Anya. Yeah, ok, former demon but I thought that would be a bonus. She would get it. Get me and yeah it was good, Spike.”

The vampire bit back a growl. He curled his fingers into the armrests of his chair until the leather gave way.

“She was warm and she was funny. She was soft and all woman in all the right places, but..” Xander paused to take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“She wasn’t you and no matter how nice it was to wrap myself up around her for a good heavy make out session in the end it’s not her lips I wanted to kiss and it’s not her arms I wanted around me.”

Spike’s fingers froze in their need to peel back the leather on his chair. However, he dared not look at Xander.

“I thought maybe I just needed time, Spike. So I focused on being with the girls. I was happy, Spike. Happy being with Willow again and watching her fall in love with Tara. I was happy seeing Dawn becoming this strong and beautiful young woman. I was happy building things and watching the world come back to life and I told myself that that it was enough. That if the girls were happy then it’s all that I needed.”

Xander sighed and then he walked slowly toward Spike and then slowly sank to floor  in front of the vampire’s chair.

“So let’s see, Spike I went through depression, anger and I guess Anya was denial until finally I had bargained away and accepted going through the motions,” Xander said.

Spike looked at Xander in confusion.

“In the desert, after you left, I kept thinking everything in terms of why you did it and what did I want and what were the choices I was supposed to make? What were the rules and what if I chose wrong?

Xander shook his head.

“I went to meetings with Tara and tried to work through my nee..my urges to fall to my knees to someone to have a Master..to find a new Ma..”

Spike couldn’t stop a snarl from escaping. Xander smiled and covered one of Spike’s hand with own.

“Doesn’t feel good does it? Kinda like hearing how you might have Claimed someone else,” Xander said with an arched eyebrow and a wry smile.

“Pe..Xan?” Spike whispered. “What are ya trying ta say? Maybe I need ya ease back on the cage fights a bit  or maybe I’m just a bit out of practice with Xander speak but I’m really not followin’ you here.”

“Nah you were just always slow,” Xander teased resisting an urge to run his hand through Spike’s hair.

“Oi!” Spike snorted.

“What I’m saying is I needed time,” Xander said as he slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

Spike swallowed. His eyes fixed on Xander’s fingers and his mind whirling.

“Pet?”

“Time to be with the Willow, to be human, to think, to heal, ” Xander whispered huskily as he pulled his shirt open revealing his well-defined chest and a ruby tipped nipple ring resting snuggly where it belonged, “Time to figure out what I want and time enough to realize I was free to go get it. But you knew that didn’t you Spike?”

“Xander,” Spike said in shock grasping at the human’s shirt and pulling it open and down off his shoulders. He stared at the glinting little ruby and wondered it what it meant.

“You’re turn,” Xander softly ordered.

“Wot?” Spike said focusing his attention back to Xander’s face.

“Take off your shirt, Spike,” Xander said with a slow smile. “I want to see something.”

Spike forced his fingers to let go of Xander’s shirt. He reached for the hem of his own and yanked it over his head before throwing it into a far corner. He was rewarded to see Xander, his shirt fallen to the floor, kneeling in front of him staring at the vampire’s chest.

A happy smile curled across Xander’s face as he saw the black pearl pinned to Spike’s chest via a nipple ring of his own. A ring Xander knew would be there if everything Spike had said and did were real. A ring Xander had placed there marking Spike as his as much as Spike had marked him. He looked up at Spike’s face.

“You told me you loved me when you asked to Claim me,” Xander said huskily as he inched forward to kneel between Spike’s knees. “You showed me how much that last time we were together and you proved it when you let me go.”

“Xan..” Spike cried out in an aching whisper unsure and afraid of what to do next. He felt they were on the precipice of their relationship from which there was no going back and one wrong word or move could send it all hurling into some hellish abyss.

“I was so broken I wasn’t even sure I could love.,” Xander said, “but seven months is a long time to heal. Once I figured out what I wanted, you know what happened, Spike? I figured out what I felt. Seven months is a long time figure out that I just didn’t want you..didn’t just ache or just need you but that..”

“Xander..” Spike mouthed afraid and hopeful all at the same time.

“I love you,” Xander said his eyes boring into Spike’s soul and his voice firm with every conviction of his own.

Spike’s soul and demon fell straight over the edge and surged forward Xander lifting him up into his arms. Cool bare chest met warm bare chest. Hungry mouth met hungry mouth. Xander’s arms wrapped tight around Spike’s shoulders as the vampire’s hands snaked under the man’s firm ass. Using vampire strength he lifted him up.

Xander wrapped his legs tight around Spike’s waist. The vampire spun them around.  As one hungry tangle of limbs seeking to merge completely together Spike propelled them across the room until Xander’s back was pressed flat against the glass of the window separating them from desert night.

“Don’t,” Spike said breaking their devouring kiss to look into Xander’s eyes. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

“I love you,” Xander said again squeezing the vampire tighter. “you dork.”

Spike growled then groaned. He was impossibly hard and straining confined in his jeans and he could feel the heat of Xander’s weighty bulge pressing into his abdomen.

“Xan..does this mean..?”

“Put me down for a sec,” Xander said unwrapping his legs from around Spike.

Reluctantly the vampire let his warm love slide down his body. Xander stayed pressed against the vampire as he fished in his pocket. Then with a shy smile he pulled his hand free and in it gleamed his white gold collar.

“Couldn’t get a fair price for it,” he joked.

Spike reached out and touched the collar but didn’t take it from Xander’s grasp.

“P..Xander are you sure? Do you know what you are…”

“Demon city run by demon rules,” Xander said without hesitation. “I didn’t need to find another master because I already have one.”

Then Xander took a deep breath. He stared Spike in the eye and let it out very slowly and carefully.

“And I know if I wear this again,” he said softly, “I live by the that choice. I live by those rules and..I know that sometimes I’ll need to be the Pet and I willingly agree to do that, Spike.  But I trust I’m still your, ‘pet’ and your love. I trust you’ll take care of me and love me and part of that means you know I need sunshine. I need to build and fix things. I trust you know I’ll need to see Dawn and Willow and maybe even Fai..”

Spike put a finger to Xander’s mouth and softly silenced him.

“Vegas has plenty of things wot need fixing,” Spike said firmly. “And I like ya all tanned and warmed up by the sun. As for the bints, don’t think I could keep ‘em from ya if I wanted  ta. Nibblet alone could probably turn this city against me. As fer the slayer...well I’m sure at some point the she’ll come callin’ fer my help with Cleveland from time to time and no way I’m leaving my pet behind.”

Xander grinned around Spike’s finger before sucking the tip into his mouth and laving it tenderly with this tongue before very slowly and deliberately biting down on it.

“Xan!” Spike moaned. Xander released his prisoner. He rubbed up against Spike letting the vampire feel his heat and how much he wanted him.

“Spike, please,” he asked.

“I don’t think I could let you go a second time,” he answered hoarsely his soul demanding he give Xander one last chance to change his mind even as his demon screamed to collar, shag and reclaim his pet already.

“You would if I needed you to,” Xander whispered sliding his free hand around the edge of Spike’s jeans.

“Pet!” Spike groaned as he nodded.

“But you won’t need to,” Xander said before leaning forward to lick a hungry stripe from Spike’s pierced nipple to the edge of his mouth.

Spike roared. Once again he picked up Xander into his arms. Once again Xander wrapped arms around his vampire and then devoured his mouth.

This time Spike stormed them straight into the bedroom. He carried them to the bed where he lay Xander down. Only them did Xander unwrap himself from around Spike only because the vampire began to peel Xander’s remaining clothes off.

When Xander was naked he lay back on the bed to watch Spike undress. The human’s cock was hard and leaking precum. He reached for it and Spike growled.

“Mine, pet,” the vampire said.

Fire licked through Xander as he groaned and nodded.

“Hands above yer head,” Spike ordered, “and spread yer legs,”

“Yes, sir,” Xander said huskily with a jaunty smile as he followed orders.

“Oi! Cheeky git!” Spike said crawling up, now naked, between Xander’s legs. “Might have ta punish ya fer that.”

“Promise?” Xander asked arching an eyebrow.

“Yer killin’ me, luv,” Spike groaned leaning over his pet stretched out underneath him like a feast.

“Good thing I can give you what you need to live...er unlive,” Xander teased before turning his head to the side offering his neck up to the vampire he loved.

“Xander!” Spike panted his face in ridges and fangs as he hovered over the man’s bare neck. He could smell his pet’s need. He could smell his cinnamon cedar scent. He could feel his heat and hear his heartbeat. He could almost see all his warm blood pumping just below the skin.

Never..never letting you go again, Spike vowed. I’ll crawl on my knees behind ya if I have to but I will never be parted from ya again.

Somehow Spike managed to pull himself back. He managed to push his demon back to let his face resume its human visage. He needed to calm down because they were going to do this right. He took an unneeded breath.

That’s when he noticed the duffel bag on the floor and all the little pieces of his broken heart finished reassembling. Xander had never come to just talk.

He shuffled back and rolled to the other side of the bed.

Xander snapped his fingers.

“Permission ta speak, luv,” Spike said fishing to the drawer for a tube of lube he hope was there. He hadn’t needed any for seven months.

“Whatchya doin’, Master Mayhem?” Xander asked.

“Gettin’ the slick so I can shag and collar ya properly,” Spike replied his voice deep and smokey..

Xander moaned.

“Roll over for me, pet,” Spike ordered as he found what he was looking for. “And no humpin’ the bed.”

“Why would I do that when I’d rather hump you?” Xander teased.

“Oi!” Spike cried as he gave Xander’s ass a playful swat as it came into view.  Xander gave a pleasant sounding grunt before wriggling his butt towards Spike.

“Just the one?” he asked.

“Hands and knees, luv!” Spike barked his cock harder than he could remember it ever being.

Xander smiled into his forearms as he assumed the position. He spread his legs wide and loved the idea of the image he must of presented. No more was he just dreaming about Spike’s voice or his hungry cool touches.

As he felt the vampire’s fingers slowly tracing a line between the globes of his ass cheeks Xander’s heart took on a new beat. It was a happy beat. It was one that grew in a pounding rhythm as he felt his beloved master’s slick fingers slide and begin to slowly stretch him.

Xander groaned and with each twist which opened him wider and readied him he felt happier and freer than he’d dreamed possible. He’d thought he’d wanted, Spike these past few months. He’d thought he’d needed him. He was wrong. This, was want! This, was need.

“Please,” he let slip.

“Up and face me,” Spike ordered.

Xander did as he was told and was rewarded with watching Spike coating lube on his own engorged and leaking cock.

“Give me yer colla, luv,” Spike said softly.

Since that afternoon in the desert when Xander had woken without Spike, the one thing which had grounded him through all of his confusion, anger and depression was his collar. He’d carried it with him and when he hadn’t, it had lain safely under his pillow so he could clutch it when he woken from nightmares or heady dreams.

Now with one sweet simple command he handed it over to Spike.

“I want you to mount me know, pet,” Spike said watching with loving adoration Xander’s face. “Knees on either side of me and down ya go at yer own pace.”

Xander nodded and moved quickly.He clutched Spike’s shoulders for balance, pressed in close, and draped himself over Spike’s lap. He could feel his vampire position himself underneath Xander, lining himself up with one hand while spreading his cheeks apart with the other.

“At yer own..” Spike started to say expecting Xander to ease down on him but Xander didn’t want that.

Spike’s eyes flew open eye wide and he threw back his head in a long groan as Xander thrust himself down in one fluid motion. Xander gasped as he welcomed the burn and the strain. He reveled in the hard ache and cool reality of being impaled on Spike. This is what he wanted. This is what he needed. This was no dream.

“Xan..pet,” Spike panted  forcing back to look at Xander.

“I wanted that,” Xander said  gasped. “I missed you. Missed this”

“Fuck!” Spike said leaning his forward to rest his forehead against Xander. He wrapped his arms around him. Xander ran his thumbs down Spike’s neck as he breathed through his body’s adjusting to the sudden fullness.

“Ya could have hurt yourself,” Spike said.

“I’m your Claimaint,” Xander said in a husky voice. “I can take it.”

Spike groaned and fought the need to thrust up into his pet.

“Should punish for that,” Spike grumbled.

“Yeah?” Xander said hopefully.

“Oi! Ya won’t be so eager for punishments when I make ya scoop the litter box,” Spike said then froze a moment. He looked around. “Where is that hellspawn? Where’s Ante haven’t seen him..”

“Really, Spike?” Xander asked pulling his forehead back a little to laugh at his master vampire. “You are going to worry about the cat..now?”

“Master Spike,” the vampire corrected kissing the tip of Xander’s nose, “and yeah. Wouldn’t put it past that beast ta decide ta use my dangly bits as a new toy right in the middle of a good toss!”

Xander laughed and pulled his vampire in for a deep kiss. He slipped his tongue in past Spike’s surprised lips and then claimed him for his own.

“He’s with, Lorne,” Xander whispered when he eventually broke the kiss to breathe. “Only one playing with your bits tonight is me.”

“Xaaaander,” Spike groaned and this time did thrust up. Xander gasped and returned the motion. Spike growled. This was it. This was the moment.

He gently grabbed Xander’s chin in one hand.

“I love you,” he said staring into his love’s eyes holding up the gold collar. Xander’s breath caught and he nodded slowly.

Never breaking eye contact, Spike wrapped the collar around Xander’s neck. When it clicked into place he leaned forward. He kissed Xander’s nose. Next he whispered something against Xander’s neck.

Xander clinched around Spike as he felt the magic ripple through the collar locking it into place. Spike bucked underneath him. Xander moaned and held fast. Spike grabbed his pet’s waist and then began to pound up into him.

Spike had wanted it to be tender and gentle. Spike had wanted to be slow and last forever but their bodies wanted something different as something much more primal took over. They were both consumed with heat and hunger. They erupted in heady snarls and groans. Xander’s nails ripped down Spike’s back as he tried to grind himself harder and harder on to his vampire his cock caught and rubbing between them. Spike’s fingers left bruises in Xander’s skin as he pulled his body to him impaling as deep as he could go.

Human teeth sank into the meat of Spike’s shoulder as Xander screamed his frustration as his body wound tighter and tighter toward its release. Fangs ripped into Xander’s neck so a hungry mouth could draw Xander’s very life force into the vampire.

“SPIIIKE!” Xander screamed with pain and pleasure.as his vision went white and his hot spill erupted coating them.

“Xan...XANDER!” Spike cried tearing his mouth away from his heady feast as his body pumped it’s release deep inside his love.

“Sp...sp….Ghods! I LOVE YOU!” Xander panted as his body was rocked with his and Spike’s climax.

Spike grabbed Xander’s face between his hands. He looked at his pet.

“I love you, Xander. I love you, pet,” he said before smashing his mouth on to Xander’s.

Xander could taste his blood on and around Spike’s fangs. He didn’t care. He only deepened the kiss and held on to Spike until the storms of sensation started to subside. He kissed Spike until he felt his body start to grow lax.

Then he felt Spike ease them down to ease out of him. Xander lay back on the bed panting, while Spike curled up around him and gently licked his neck until the blood ceased to flow. Then he pulled the bed clothes over them cocooning them in warmth.

Xander turned in his arms to face his beloved vampire. Spike smiled and kissed the tip of his nose.

“I love you,” Xander whispered.

“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing ya say that, luv,” Spike answered.

“I love you,” Xander said again.

Spike ran a finger along the edge of Xander’s collar.

“I would love ya without…”

“I know,” Xander said catching Spike’s finger in his hand.

Spike looked into Xander’s eyes.

“I love you, Xander. I love you,” Spike said with all the love both demon and soul could give.

Xander smiled burrowing himself against the chest he’d missed. He closed his eyes and thanked the fates and the turn of the cards winning him from his worst nightmare to his wildest dream; winning him over to Spike the Master of Las Vegas and the master of his heart.

-fin-