From his position at Spike's feet, Xander tried
desperately not to look. The court had assembled to welcome the
new Master officially, and as his Pet Xander was on display.
Wearing ridiculously diaphanous trousers over a chastity belt,
buffed/puffed to within an inch of his life and wearing a collar,
the humiliation factor was incredibly high. But that was nothing
compared to how he felt when the latest acolyte came in to pay
his respects.
Dragging a tall, dark haired boy the Master Vampire stalked up to
the dais Spike was sat on. He wasn't anything special –
tall, thin, ugly even with his human face on. But he was
obviously powerful, and he seemed to share the demonic bigotry
that all humans were inferior, kicking at his companion and
knocking him to the floor. From beneath his bangs, Xander's
eyes widened as he slowly recognised the boy on the floor.
One eye was swollen shut and blood was smeared across his face
from a cut on his forehead. His neck was a mass of ugly bite
marks, small chunks of flesh missing from his Master's less
than careful eating habits. He was gaunt, mottled bruising
covering his torso and down his legs and as he huddled at his
Master's feet, he was shivering from cold and obvious terror.
He looked on the verge of complete collapse, a pitiful wreck
compared to who he had been.
“My Lord Spike, I come to pay homage. It is a good thing
for demons everywhere that the Aurelius Clan has decided to claim
the Hellmouth.”
“Don't talk complete rot, mate, whadya want?? I know
you're a double dealing bastard, Angus, an' I
wouldn't trust ya as far as I could throw you.”
“I wish to align with your house, Master
Spike.”
“An' what makes you think we want to align with you?
You've got a nasty rep, Angus, and not in a good way mate.
'Gelus wants only the best – not interested in second
rate shit. S'why I'm here – sort the shit from the
sugar.” Throwing his leg over the arm of the chair, Spike
reached down and began to run his fingers through Xander's
hair. “Who's your pet?” He nodded towards the boy
at Angus's feet.
“Him? He's nothing – one of the Hellmouth
children. I had heard that they were a hardy bunch but this one
is worth less than nothing. I paid a debt to some Sprang'den
demons with him and he cost me a fortune in health bills. I see
you have taken one of your own – I hope he is made of
sturdier stock than this one.”
“Oh yeah, my Pet is from the best stock. Used to run with
the Slayer before she met her natural end. He's –
special. But you look like you got what you deserve – need
to learn summat mate. Use 'em for fucking or feeding, not
both.”
“Well that hardly seems worth the inconvenience. Please
– pay Master Angelus my respects and consider my offer.
And, if you ever decide you want to move on, I would be
most interested in your Pet.” He eyed Xander
assessingly, a lascivious look in his eye.
Spike scowled. “I don't share, mate, and I suggest you
get your eyes off 'im. Else I'm pluck 'em out and
make you eat 'em.” Angus instantly bowed, stepping
back.
“My apologies – I meant no disrespect.” Still
stepping backwards, he tripped over the boy at his feet, landing
heavily on the floor. “You useless waste of space!”
Leaping up, he kicked out at the figure curled on the floor, the
snap of bone clear to everyone there as he stamped on the
boy's arm. Sickened, Xander tried to drag his eyes away,
caught by the pain on the other's face. Unable to hold back
any longer, he reached up to Spike's arm.
“A boon Master.” Turning towards him, Spike lowered
his head towards Xander, aware that this was the first time
Xander had approached him for anything.
“What?”
“Please – don't let him take him away.”
Bowing his head, Xander pressed his forehead to Spike's leg.
He couldn't bear the thought of what the other might face if
this was how Angus treated him in public. Given to demons to pay
off a debt? Treated like food? However much he might hate –
well, not hate but resent - okay, not resent but –
whatever it was, at least Spike didn't treat him like
that.
“An' what do I get, Pet?”
Lowering his eyes, Xander wondered whether he knew what he was
getting himself into. His gaze flickered to the floor where the
boy lay sobbing quietly, cradling his obviously broken wrist. He
caught Xander's eyes and mouthed the words Kill me –
please.
“Whatever you want, Master.”
“ANGUS!! We'll consider the alliance – leave your
pet and fuck off.”
“Leave..... but Master Spike....”
“I said leave 'im!” Angus moved in front of the
boy and into a defensive stance.
“Master Spike – I protest!! Simply because your Pet
wants - “ Spike snarled at the sign that Angus had been
eavesdropping, leaping from his chair and throwing the other
vampire to the floor.
“Told ya what I'd do if ya looked at him –
fuckin' keep your ears to yourself as well!” He grabbed
Angus by the ears, pulling sideways as though he intended to rip
them from his head. When that failed, he scowled once more and
with a wrench, he twisted Angus's head until his neck
snapped, slapping his hands together to get rid of the dust that
had formerly been the Master Vampire. “The rest of ya
– pay heed. You got a pet – keep it as a pet.
Don't mix your food with your fuck, I don't like
it.” He squatted down beside the whimpering boy, grabbing
him by the head and looking down at him. “Luv? This one
ain't gonna be good for man nor beast.” With a swift
move he snapped the boy's neck, letting his head drop to the
floor. “Somebody clean this up – don't like
bodies cluttering up the place, they start to stink. Court's
over – fuck off out of it.”
He strode back to the dais, grabbing Xander's arm and yanking
him in the direction of the door. Struggling to keep up, Xander
looked back and tried to decide whether he had done Warren a
service or not, and just what he had let himself in for.
“Dance for me.”
“What?”
“I want you to dance for me. Cheerleader told me summat
about a club in Oxnard – got a hankering to see it for
myself. So dance for me.”
“I...... that – well, um, that wasn't what I
expected.” Shocked Xander stood in the middle of the room,
totally confused.
“What did ya think I was gonna ask for – a fuck?? Got
that don't I? An' as much as you pretend you don't
enjoy it, the buckets of cum you shoot speak different. So no,
not gonna ask ya for sexual favours. Not this time anyway. I want
ya to dance for me.” Spike threw himself onto the bed, arms
folded beneath his head as he relaxed against the numerous
pillows.
“There's no music.”
“Stereo works.”
“I - I don't have my costume.”
“Don't need one, 'specially in those pants. Must
thank Hasnuv for putting you in that – for such an ugly
demon he's got good taste.”
“I - “
“Nuff excuses Pet. You asked for a boon an' ya got one.
Time to pay the piper ain't it?”
Xander shuffled over to the stereo, his mind racing. He
had expected Spike to want something sexual, had psyched
himself up for it in fact. Dancing for Spike – that was
just something he hadn't even considered and he found himself
hating Cordelia all the more – vampire Cordelia had all the
memories but even less tact that before she was turned. She'd
been a bit of a bitch before – now she was most definitely
Queen.
He flicked through the cds that were there absent-mindedly. He
didn't recognise most of the stuff that was there – the
Ramones, the Clash, Sex Pistols. He stopped when he reached a
song he did recognise, wondering why he had done so even as he
loaded the CD into the stereo, chose the correct song and pressed
play. Eyes closed he began to sway as the guitars began to play.
It wasn't a raunchy dance, nothing intentionally sexy about
it at all – there were no pelvic thrusts, no grinding, no
shaking his ass – just slow, sensual movements as the
sadness in the song spoke through him.
He wasn't aware of Spike's eyes bleeding golden as he
watched, admiring the sleek lines of Xander's body, the
tanned, smooth skin as he twisted and turned.
His boy was beautiful. Eyes closed, head thrown back so that the
over-long shaggy hair hung down between his shoulder blades as he
span, twisted and turned. Spike had expected either the spasmodic
dancing of so many young people – all jerky movements, no
grace. That, or some overtly sexual display – thumping beat
of music, grinding hips. Instead it was like watching water
spilling over silk, smooth, sensuous – not trained in any
way, just feeling the music and letting it feed his
movements.
He didn't realise he had stood up until he was standing
behind the tall figure, hands not quite touching as he followed
the movements of the youthful body. He could feel the heat
emanating from the boy, scent the sweat, feel the emotions
the boy was struggling to deal with: guilt, fear, sadness.
Underlying it all, though, was a deep vein of lust. Whether he
knew it or not, Xander wanted him. And that was an incredibly
powerful aphrodisiac. He followed the lines of Xander's body,
so conscious of the boy's body space that even as the
movements shifted with the chorus of the song he didn't lay a
hand on him – grazing the air that he stirred.
He moved closer until his crotch was pressed against the slowly
moving ass, enjoying the feel of the firm shape as Xander shifted
his movements, sliding himself against the front of Spike's
body in a caress that was as sexy as it was unconscious. He
lifted his arms to wrap around Spike's neck, hands slipping
into the tightly gelled hair at the nape of his neck. Reaching
out, Spike pressed repeat on the stereo, unwilling to break
whatever trance-state Xander was in. His demon was almost
purring, exulting in the boy's unconscious exhibition of
attraction – it was like an mating dance, Xander's
hands drawing attention to his body as they stroked and slid over
the tanned flesh. He followed the movements with his own hands,
finally touching for himself, relishing the warmth that was
emanating from the boy's skin.
There was a pause before the song began again and Xander froze,
hands gripping the short blond hair, head tilted back so that his
face was pressed against Spike's jaw. Uncharacteristically,
Spike didn't move, waiting to see what the boy would do. He
wanted to heed the warning Itanya had given him, knew he needed
to bond the boy to him and yeah, there was something inside that
wanted - more. He was enjoying this – the hesitant
caresses, the strength of the body voluntarily pressed against
his. The smooth music started up again and Spike huffed out a
breath as Xander began to move again. He slid his hands up
Xander's chest, gently flicking the nipple ring as he plucked
at the other nipple. A low rumble came from Xander's chest,
his ass pressing back more firmly. Following the lines of his
body, Spike trailed his fingers down the flat stomach, swirled
around the indentation of his belly button, pushed underneath the
light elastic of the diaphanous pants through the forest of dark
curls. The rumble became louder as Spike stroked the base of
Xander's cock, squeezing gently before slipping up the shaft
to rub the leaking head. Xander's hips thrust forward into
Spike's grip, his face pressing harder against Spike's
jawline.
Game face taking over, Spike concentrated all of his senses on
Xander – learning from the gasps and rumbles what felt
good, the twitches of Xander's body as he swayed in
Spike's embrace, the slide of his ass against Spike's
rock hard erection. His lust was rising, the demon taking over
but still he kept the rhythm of his hand movements slow, sweet,
gentle – more gentle than he could ever remember being,
even with his Dark Princess.
The words of the song were buzzing through his head.
You're running with me
Don't touch the ground
We're the restless hearted
Not the chained and bound
The sky is burning
A sea of flame
Though your world is changing
I will be the same
Xander was panting for breath, hands digging into Spike's
hair as he thrust his hips back and forth – forward into
the tight grip of Spike's hand, back into the grind and
thrust of Spike's cock against his ass. He could feel the
changed aspect of Spike's face, the planes of his demon
aspect altering the sensations as Spike pressed his face against
Xander's.
Spike was crooning in his ear – the words meaningless,
mingling with the song as Xander moved closer and closer to
orgasm. He couldn't explain what he was feeling – anger
at the way things had gone; sadness for Warren and for the other
humans who were trapped as nothing but Pets, often treated worse
than animals; fear and resentment. But deep down, every fibre of
his being was aware that he was in the arms of a demon –
that he had voluntarily put himself there on this occasion, and
that given the choice he wasn't sure whether he would be able
to walk away. That the cool skin pressed against his sweaty
temple belonged to a blood-sucking murderer; that just because
he wasn't Spike's food didn't mean that
someone he might well have known wasn't. And Xander
wasn't sure what it said about him that at that point in time
he didn't care.
Slave to love
And I can't escape
I'm a slave to love
Slave to love
And I can't escape
I'm a slave to love
Slave to love
And I can't escape
I'm a slave to love
“Come for me Pet.” And obeying his master's voice, he did.
Song Fic - Bryan Ferry - Slave to Love