His & His Alone
by
Skargasm
Part Seven
Xander groaned and tried to shift sideways, scowling as his
harness tugged at his balls. Jumping wasn't good – the
chain attaching his nipple ring to his guiche piercing meant that
shifting even his chest meant that his balls were squeezed and
tugged. He was sure being in a constant state of arousal was bad
for his health but Spike liked him horny all the time, so horny
he was.
He tried to concentrate on the conversation going on around him
but it was boring to say the least. Spike was visiting his local
territories and on this occasion he was speaking to the manager
of his demonic sericulture. The giant s'ilkworms were making
Spike an absolute fortune, their woven silk bringing in huge
amounts of money. Xander thought they were creepy and ugly, their
skins a mottled grey, slimy as they writhed whilst doing their
work. But making money made Spike happy, and a happy Spike meant
less pain which was definitely of the good. Unfortunately, the
sericulture wasn't making as much money as it should and
Spike was in a bad mood because of it. The Hellmouth was having a
detrimental effect on the s'ilkworms and they were not
producing the same quality or quantity of silk as expected.
There was something off about the foreman. He couldn't put
his finger on it, wasn't sure why he felt that way, and he
resented the inner voice that told him he should tell Spike what
was going on. He didn't belong to Spike – he wasn't
owned regardless of what the hyena would say. But the
inner pressure was starting to get really uncomfortable, making
him squirm and shake. He felt no loyalty to Spike – no, he
wanted to feel no loyalty to Spike, but in this instance his
inner senses told him it was the right thing to do, that it was
part of his duty to serve Spike the best way he could. Despite
himself, he wanted to warn Spike, and how sick did that
make him that the demon that owned him, fucked him, bit and beat
him inspired such loyalty? Unable to hold back any longer, he
shifted forward and tugged on the hem of Spike's
duster.
“Wot boy?!!” Angry at being interrupted, Spike
scowled down at Xander.
“Master – I need to speak to you.”
“Speak then – busy here, pet.” Smoking
furiously, he wondered what his pet wanted now. Ever since the
day he had given Xander the boon, he had been feeling
dis-quietened. The boy had gotten too close – it seemed
like instead of Xander falling under his spell, he was
falling under the boy's spell and he didn't like it.
Wasn't the way things were meant to be – he was the
Master. He wasn't gonna be the bitch in this scenario –
he'd had enough of being led around by his heart and his cock
and it wasn't gonna happen again.
With a flick of his wrist, he gestured the overseer away then
turned to Xander once more. This had better be good.
“He's lying to you Master.”
“WOT?!”
“I – I can't explain how I know, but he's
lying to you. The stuff he was saying about why production being
down – something's not right about it.”
“Where's this coming from Pet?? This guy's been
running the s'ilk farm for a bloody long time – what
makes you think you know better than 'im?” Squatting
down on his haunches, Spike looked Xander in the face, reaching
out to stroke the broad tanned shoulders enhanced by the black
leather harness. No two ways about it, his boy was a gorgeous
piece – the platinum silver of his nipple ring with the
chain reaching down his long body and under to his guiche.
“I can't explain it Master, but – something
inside me says he's lying to you. I'm sorry – I
shouldn't have spoken.” Lowering his gaze, Xander tried
to hide his face and his confusion – there was no logic in
what he was feeling but something within him was positive that
master was being cheated and he had to do something about
it.
~*~*~*~*~
Turning to look over his shoulder at the foreman, Spike
considered the other demon. He was an ugly bastard – hooked
claws instead of hands, beady black eyes in a scrunched up face.
He tried to recall what type of demon it was, what it's
characteristics were, but he couldn't quite remember.
“S'that right, Norfchuk? You cheating the Master of
Sunnydale?” He remained crouched but was ready to leap into
action if necessary. Norfchuk was shifting from foot to foot,
obviously nervous, and Spike suddenly realised where the boy was
coming from. Was this what the hyena meant about being of use to
him? Could this be part of it's Protector duties to look
after, to serve Spike's best interests whether Xander wanted
to or not?
“NO!” Xander's scream pierced the air and faster
than Spike could react, he was shoved to one side as his pet
tried to jump to his feet. Like a slow-motion movie, he could
only watch as Norfchuk threw himself at both of them, claws
becoming sword-length as he attacked. Landing awkwardly, Spike
saw one claw slice through Xander's chest, the other slipping
as the demon fell, stabbing into the ground as he hit the dirt.
Xander's scream of pain was matched by Spike's howl of
anger and belated vampire speed brought him to his feet quickly,
grabbing Norfchuk's head by his antennae with both hands and
twisting until the demon was facing his own back.
Spike flew to Xander's side, easing the boy to the ground as
he scented the blood oozing sluggishly from the wound high on the
boy's chest. Spike registered minions streaming past him,
gathering the writhing Norfchuk and pulling him to his feet. But
all Spike could see was the blood flowing from Xander's
chest, the pained look in the hazel eyes as he tried to make his
boy comfortable.
“Master Spike? Master Spike – please, let us take
him. A healer has been called but we need to take him back to the
main house now.” Spike watched as Xander was lifted
carefully and carried away by several of the entourage that had
accompanied them on the visit, a thin trail of blood marking
Xander's passage. Standing, fangs dropped and demon fully
unleashed, Spike turned to where Norfchuk was held captive.
“If anything - anything happens to my boy, I will
keep you alive simply to make you wish you were dead. Get that
fucker out of my sight and lock him up!” Stomping up and
down, Spike could barely believe what had happened. Xander had
risked his life for him – had taken a sword through the
chest for Spike. He'd been fighting his feelings for
the damned boy and he'd gone and done something like this, It
was so fucking unfair – how dare his pet allow himself to
be damaged this way? He looked down at the ground and realised
the slight glint he could see in the dirt was Xander's chain.
It had obviously been ripped off when he pushed Spike out of the
way, and Spike couldn't hold back a wince as he realised just
how much that must have hurt. The boy had obviously moved
instinctively, but to bear the pain of the chain wrenching loose
from both his nipple ring and his guiche piercing in defence of
Spike – it just beggared belief.
Standing, trailing the thin chain through his fingertips, Spike
wondered what the hell he would do if his boy was damaged beyond
repair?
Part Eight
Rolling over, Spike growled at the healer who had interrupted
him, brushing off the hand that tried to sneak onto his
groin.
“What the fuck do ya want?”
“Master Spike – you asked to be kept informed of your
Pet's progress and any methods that might prove
helpful.” Bowing low, the healer tried to make himself as
small as possible.
“So?” Spike sat up and lit a cigarette, now paying
full attention. His boy had been locked away in a healing coma
since the incident at the S'ilkworm Farm with strict
instructions that he not be disturbed. So far, his healers had
come up with nothing and he was getting seriously pissed off
about it. He wanted action and he wanted it now – he
didn't want to have to make do with the demon-fuckers that
hung around the court like the smarmy little bastard currently
trying to worm his way into Spike's affections simply because
Spike used him as a bedwarmer.
“You wish me to speak frankly in front of your – er,
pet?”
“Who him?” Turning to his bed companion, Spike
grabbed at the dirty blond hair, yanking the boy's head
backwards. “What's your name mate?” With his
other hand, he continued smoking, smirking as he heard the human
heartbeat falter then kick into high gear.
“A....An......Andrew” the boy finally stuttered
out.
“Andrew, right yeah. Andrew – you wouldn't repeat
anything you heard here, would you?? I mean, no-one interested to
tell, and you know all about not messing with demon business
don't you boy?”
“Yes, I mean, no, I mean – whatever you say master
Spike.” The boy was shaking, his heartbeat speeding up
until it was a loud thud-thud-thud in Spike's ears. Annoyed
with the hyperventilating that was getting louder and was so
unnecessary, Spike flicked his cigarette towards the end of the
bed and turned towards Andrew, wrapping his hands around the
boy's throat.
“Anything I say?” Andrew nodded, the sharpness of his
chin digging into Spike's hands at the exaggerated head
movements. “Then stop being so noisy Andrew,” Spike
said, moving both hands with a quick motion like jerking the
reins of a horse, and snapped Andrew's neck. He kicked the
limp body off the bed, dragging the sheets to his waist and
sitting up near the headboard. “Right, you were
saying?”
“I – sir, I - “
“'less you're planning on joining him, I suggest
you get on with it.”
“Master Spike, it requires a sacrifice be
made.”
“What sort of sacrifice?”
“A essence of life, Master Spike.”
“Right – somehow doesn't surprise me. Mojo always
seems to be about blood, sex or life. Okay, get the boy ready and
do what you need to do. I want me boy back.”
Angelus had been generous, not a surprise though. The sacrifice
he sent to Spike wasn't without benefits to him although
Spike decided he wasn't going to question it. Seemed quite
poetic really, using a Watcher in a demonic sacrifice. He
wondered if this would ever end up in any chronicles, then
shrugged. Somehow he doubted it – Angelus wasn't really
the literary type. He turned back to the main hall, watching as
the final preparations were made.
Xander was laid on a pallet, breathing shallowly. His body was
completely healed but his mind seemed to have gone walkies
– Spike wondered if it had anything to do with the hyena?
The pallet was next to the huge crate that Angelus had sent from
L.A and Spike admitted to being impressed. Took someone major to
create what was in that box in L.A. weather – he wondered
if Drusilla had helped out at all? He hoped not – somehow,
mojo with Dru always seemed to go wrong and he didn't see the
little red witch helping out with that much,
The crate was opened and Spike looked down into the streaming,
red-rimmed eyes of their sacrifice. The man was encased in a
hard, white substance that covered his entire body apart from his
head. Various wires and leads went into the white casing to parts
of his body, and a beeping machine in the corner of the crate
seemed to be keeping track of his vitals. Cocking his head, Spike
realised the person in the crate reminded him of – in fact,
it took Spike back a few years and he realised his captive looked
like nothing so much as a giant snowman! It was a surreal thought
and perhaps the reason for the grin that crossed Spike's
face.
“Sorry mate, they didn't tell me ya name. Who are
ya?” Blinking in the sudden light of the room, the man
squinted slightly, obviously missing spectacles of some
kind.
“What do you need my name for?” Spike shrugged
– he didn't give two shits but he had a feeling his boy
would want to know.
“Watcher ain't you? Woulda thought you'd appreciate
knowing that all this is gonna be chronicled in some way.
Wouldn't you want any ancestors to know what happened to
you?” The man tilted his head slightly, or as much as he
was able, thinking it through before nodding once and Spike found
himself admiring the quickness of the decision and the resolve
the man was showing – it was a real shame. The English
accent had reminded Spike of home, and he got the feeling that if
things, life, had been different he and Percy here could have
been friends.
“My name is Wesley – Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. Am I
correct in thinking you are William the Bloody?”
“You are indeed, mate. So what's this about the Slayer
– Faith summat?? Hear you and she ran Angelus ragged for a
while there mate. Almost made a difference.” Wesley looked
sad for a moment then obviously took a deep breath and met
Spike's gaze.
“We were not all that remains of the Resistance. Humankind
will never give up fighting you know. I would have thought you
would know that out of all demons, having been human yourself
once.”
“You're right there, Wes. And that's what I love
– you humans are always good for a decent fight. Be right
boring if everyone just turned round and did whatever I wanted,
whenever I wanted it. Damned shame what 'Gelus did to your
slayer though – no class having an army take her out
instead of doing the job himself.”
Spike looked up and caught his healer's eye, nodding briskly.
It was time.
“Look, Wes – my boy woulda wanted to say thanks so
I'll say it for him. Know this ain't voluntary but sorta
feels like it's only polite an' all that. So yeah –
thanks mate. What you're giving is going to make a helluva a
difference and if it makes you feel any better the boy's got
fighting spirit to spare. If he wasn't bonded to my demon, I
can almost guarantee you he'da been part of your resistance.
Fare thee well on your journey.” Stepping back, Spike moved
to where he was directed, well out of the way of the spell. He
didn't want the deadness of his body getting in the way
– not much point sacrificing Wes and taking his life-force
and jamming it into Xander if the magic got high-jacked in some
way. And Spike certainly didn't fancy being 'full of
life' again – he was happy being a vampire and felt no
need to change that. He just wanted his boy full of life.
The boy came out of it very quickly, much quicker than Spike had
expected. One minute he was lying on the pallet next to the
emaciated husk that had once been the Watcher Wesley, the next he
was flying up and attacking Spike with what would have been tooth
and claw if he had been able to transform into the hyena.
The howl coming out of his mouth was feral,the grip he had on
Spike's head was fierce and if he'd had fangs they would
have been embedded in Spike's neck. All of this had the
expected effect of turning Spike's cock rock hard in seconds
as he threw the boy off him and attacked him right back. Minions
and healers scattered in an attempt to get out of the way and out
of the corner of his eye, Spike saw them hurry to clear the room.
It hadn't been his intention to reclaim the little bastard
with a corpse in the room, but if the hyena needed reclaiming he
wasn't gonna get all poncy and insist on dinner, wine and
flowers!
The main hall didn't have much in the way of furniture which
was a good thing because the hyena was well pissed off and in
need of wearing out. Which seemed to consist of needing to be
thrown around the room by Spike, each and every time coming right
back to beat up on and be beaten up on by Spike some more. They
were both covered in blood and bruises by the time the animal had
calmed down enough for Spike to try talking to it, and it was a
bloody close thing as to whether Spike snapped it's
friggin' neck or came in his jeans. The boy was so turned on
his cock was pushing straight up, brushing his belly and bobbing
as he moved around, leaking pre-come all over the place and
throwing out scents so distracting anyone not used to the
gorgeous smells the boy emanated would have lost the battle
simply because they were drowning in their senses.
“You gonna tell me what you're pissed about?”
Bent over in a defensive position, Spike spoke through gritted
teeth, pausing long enough to spit out some blood and what looked
like one of his back teeth. Bastard hyena had a fuckin' mean
right hook.
“Mate smells of someone else.” And right there Spike
realised what this was all about. The hyena wasn't upset that
it/Xander got hurt. It was pissed off that Spike had fucked
someone else. Well bugger, he didn't remember signing any
marriage vows or promising fidelity.
“Yeah, and?”
“We protected you and you mated someone else.”
“No I fucking didn't!! Get it right, Pet. Yeah right,
you protected me and I did everything I could to get you well.
An' a vamp gets lonely – so what if I dipped my wick
elsewhere?” The sentence was barely out of his mouth before
the hyena attacked again, shoving it's shoulder into
Spike's stomach and ramming him into the nearest wall,
growling the entire time. Arms over his head, Spike slammed them
down onto Xander's back, lifting his knee into the boy's
face and knocking him backwards. “I didn't
'mate' anyone! I didn't claim anyone else – it
was fucking, pure and simple pet.” Straddling the prone
body, Spike looked down. “Honest. Hand on my unbeating
heart – I didn't claim anyone else.”
“You speak truth?”
“I speak truth. Only person I'm looking to claim is
you, luv. Wouldn't have gone to all this trouble for anyone
else – got it?” He waited then grinned as the head
tilted and the hyena telegraphed it's submission with the
baring of it's throat. Rougher than he had intended, he
flipped the body over onto it's front, dropping his full
weight onto the hot, sweating body beneath him. He inhaled
roughly, taking in the beloved scent. Beloved scent? No,
not beloved – he just appreciated a decent ally. And the
hyena had risked it's life for him – that was an ally
he could rely on, would protect. “You smell wrong, luv.
Gotta get my scent back onto you good and proper – you
smell a bit like that Percy fella, not all you.” All the
while he was talking, Spike was rubbing his body up and down,
scent marking the strong back beneath him. Pressing his hands
against the floor, he rubbed from the top of Xander's
shoulders all the way down his back, sniffing, nibbling, taking
little bites as he slowly infused the boy with his scent. He
smelled wrong – not just feral like he did when the hyena
was at the forefront, but wrong and Spike's demon was
protesting vociferously. But quicker than he'd expected, the
boy's scent was coming back and now he was smelling more and
more like his Xander.
Splitting the taut brown cheeks, he rubbed his face between them,
relishing the scent of his boy, reminding himself of all that
belonged to him. He continued down Xander's body – the
strong, muscular thighs, tight calves, long narrow feet, then
worked his way back up. Splitting the boy's legs as he moved
between them, he could feel his erection rubbing against his
jeans as it reacted to having Xander back. Fucking was fucking,
but this – this belonging only came when he was with his
boy. And he wanted to claim his boy back, mark him once more. He
didn't kid himself – he knew once he'd fought the
hyena, he would once more be back to fighting the more human side
of Xander, but he didn't give a fuck. He had them back and he
was going to make sure nothing like that ever happened again.
Wasn't risking this kinda loyalty. He would get the boy
trained up in proper fighting; make sure if he was going to stand
at Spike's side he was ready and able to defend himself as
well as Spike. This time, nothing was coming between them. Their
bond remained – that was one of the first things he'd
sensed when the boy came back to consciousness. The piercings
– well the nipple one would be re-done but he was wary of
having the guiche done again. Too many bad associations. But his
claiming bite – oh yeah, he was looking forward to doing
that and he knew exactly where he was going to put
it.
Sliding up between Xander's thighs, he turned his face and
pressed his lips against the lower curve of one tight buttock,
licking and sucking up a mark before letting his face change.
Holding the boy down by his hips, forcing the writhing body to be
still, he bit down and made his claiming mark, cum flooding his
jeans as he finally re-tasted his boy. At the edge of his
consciousness, he heard the moans coming from Xander, smelt the
come as the boy released with not even a single touch and his
head reared back and he roared his triumph. He had everything he
had ever wanted – he couldn't give a flying fuck what
else Angelus did with the world. With Xander back, with Itanya
back, Spike had everything he needed to make his life complete
– the boy was his and his alone.
