"Yes, Master." Xander drove until night fell, and then he pulled off the side of the road so that Spike could take the wheel. Xander continued until the fingers failed to return, and then he couldn’t help a little whine of complaint. With his long stride, he kept up the pace with no more than a little heavy breathing. I've called the council, and they're sending a specialist to talk to you....It would help if you actually talked," Giles' voice had that familiar, sarcastic tone on the last sentence, but it wasn't a question so Xander waited. “Down,” Spike ordered, and Xander almost sighed in relief that the decision had been made for him. He waited for Spike to turn the car off and leave. “Can’t say I care about how ya walk as long as ya don’t trip on me with a stake like that poor bugger back in Sunnydale. He knew exactly what Spike was doing, so he tried his best to impress not just Spike but the other demons as he nibbled down the side of the cock and then soothed skin with long licks. "Willow. "Didn't help her none, and we both knew the score. Xander remembered the day Spike bought them. He’d always leaned on someone else, given his strength to someone else to use. Xander listened to the bed creak again and he watched through his eyelashes as Giles stumbled out of the room again, closing the door rather loudly on his way out. It was funny, the slaps were nothing compared to other punishments, he still shivered at the memory of the leather strings or the trainer’s knives, but he wanted to avoid them even more than he had the more severe tortures. “*I* am your master, and I will protect you,” Lirowaus said. Either that or Angel would know he was safe from Spike—he couldn’t figure that out. “Oi, ya have to start gettin’ your smell back now, pet? Something had changed, only she couldn’t seem to process the what or the how. The hand returned to his hair. "Seems like someone is rediscoverin' the whole concept of 'want'," Spike suggested with a salacious leer, and Xander smiled back. At first it felt like the time Willow had taken her water colors to him, but then the shurl demon’s hum became louder and her free hand made motions in the air, and Xander’s skin suddenly felt as if it was being slowly stripped. He enjoyed the scent of the leather, and he closed his eyes and held onto the moment. “I trust a shurl to speak the truth, but you have to want to see the truth when you ask for one of their marks.”. “ ‘Course we won’t convince anyone with those marks of yours, so drink up, pet.” Spike cut the pad of his thumb with a tooth and held out the bleeding digit. Well, he didn't do more thinking, he supposed, but he thought about different things. "Well, we'll work on that then. He carefully cleaned the rods, well aware of the damage any breeding bacteria could cause, and when he was finished he snapped the front piece in place and returned the cleaner and unused paper towels before going back to a kneel. “Right. Well, Joyce would certainly want to help, but he knew Spike was right about her just damaging him more, and he really didn’t want to think about Giles after all the weird vibage. Spike was silent, and Xander had no words of comfort. “Go do your human stuff,” Spike ordered with a wave toward the bathroom, and Xander silently thanked God and his Master that Spike had remembered. “Yes, well your pup went from Leshar to you, so he no doubt perceived his sale as advantageous. What ya apologizing for?" “Right,” Spike suddenly shook off the mood with a twitch of his shoulders as he stood and grabbed his duster. It wasn’t a question, so Xander just waited. “Bloody hell, you are one stubborn git. Drusilla/Spike (BtVS) (22) Angel/Xander Harris (21) Riley Finn/Buffy Summers (17) Rupert Giles/Xander Harris (15) Include Additional Tags Alternate Universe (187) Humor (120) Angst (114) Community: tamingthemuse (90) Fluff (88) Hurt/Comfort (78) First Time (70) Smut (67) Established Relationship (58) April Showers Challenge (44) “Such obedience should be rewarded, but we certainly can’t allow this slave to think that he can kill his betters without consequence, so what shall be his reward and what shall be his punishment?” the auctioneer called out. He breathed deeply through his nose after having his air cut off by the deep throating, but the smell of Spike, that musky, yeasty smell that clung to the curled hairs pressing into his lips and nose, made him feel safe and protected. Now that Xander had taken the step to actually submit to Spike, willingly and without fear of being returned to Leshar, Spike was offering the thing that he had wanted from Angelus: a chance at revenge. “I’m here ta buy slaves, not play soddin’ twenty questions.” Spike rose and Xander stood beside him, his head bowed but able to get a good look at Lirowaus’ face for the first time. Xander trembled in anticipation and his long uninterested cock swelled. He lathered his hair and stuck his head under the shower to rinse. I don’t want ta leave, but one good shove and we’re sendin’ him right off the edge, so maybe it’d be better if we just packed up and found another place ta lay up for a while. Xander followed Spike to the far side of the warehouse, and even in the low light, Xander could see the glittering pieces of glass on the floor...or rather, all over the floor. Okay, he wouldn’t have said it, but he would have thought it loudly, and the realization that he felt so strongly about Spike made Xander mentally roll his eyes at himself even as he continued blinking at Spike. “Not enough ta feed a real vampire,” Spike insisted as he settled down between Xander’s knees. "Let Spike go," Xander said, unwilling to say out loud what he would do in return. Xander knelt at Spike's side, wondering what the vampire was going on about, but then he felt the material on his face, the material settling over his eyes and tightening. Xander might have protested as she took Willow’s now unconscious body, but he needed someone else to make the decisions right now; he’d done his best and he knew it just wasn’t enough. “No, Master,” Xander answered, the rules and forms coming back to him as he titled his head downward in shame. "Right, so what happens when ya do good, pet?" Rocim asked in a mocking tone, and Xander could feel the responding growl reverberate in his bones. Xander held position, pulling back when Spike started to soften, but keeping the cock in his mouth and swallowing as Spike continued to spurt. Xander thought that Spike would tear the demon’s head off, but suddenly the blue-skinned shurl with an amused expression and a head tilt exaggerated by those horns appeared and slid between Spike and the demon with the misfortune of tripping over Xander. “I removed him from the field,” Lirowaus corrected. This is my little collection of stories that include some stories related to the Clan Short Universe, a variety of FanFiction works and even a few completely original pieces. That would explain the price you paid; you made quite an impression on a number of people,” the human-looking Ty said with a smile. Xander had to stop and really think about that. He straddled Spike, pressing his own naked legs against Spike's body as he moved on to massage Spike's hand, paying attention to each finger before working up the arm to the shoulder, and by now, Xander noticed that Spike was totally limp beneath him, moving only in response to Xander's hands as he gave little moaning breaths. “So tomorrow we head to the Sacramento auction and we try ta figure out which collectors trade in witches. Maybe even a math class with clowns. The vampire obviously wanted to consider his options while showering, and while Xander hated waiting for punishment—it always ended up being so much worse—he knew that Spike would have to come up with a proper punishment for such bad behavior, especially considering this was Xander’s first full day with him. With his hands behind his back, he wormed his way into the cage butt first, folding his torso tightly down onto his knees as he wiggled back. I’m quite taken with him.”. “A question, Master.”. Xander saw the evidence of his Master's interest, and his own body started responding as ordered as he felt his own sexual desire slowly growing. The alternative would be to get returned to his trainer, and he’d seen what happened to those who got returned. Why did he think he could do this, appear in front of Spike stinking of Lirowaus and broken far worse than Leshar had managed? When they reached the show circle again, Xander could see a large number of demons had gathered, among them the yellow demoness who had earlier criticized Spike. The demon looked fierce, but if it came down to actual head butting as opposed to this mutual posturing, Xander would still bet on Spike to win. That was a strange set of priorities. You have to find your real feelings or you're going to be stuck a slave your whole life, and Buffy would have wanted more for you. "I have to protect him," Giles said, and even Xander could hear the note of desperation. They hadn’t gotten any farther than the living room when Joyce’s voice stopped them. Xander watched as the demoness took a seat on her slave’s back, petting his shoulder as he held a hands and knees position, and Spike nodded in agreement to something she said. Whedon disagreed in Buffy/Xander having anything more than unrequited love for each other, especially since the fan response to Spike/Buffy made him want to continue that relationship instead. Wow, Joyce shacking up with William the Bloody while Giles and Angel did the buddy fighting routine. He struggled, panicked that he couldn't find reality when he started looking for it, but then the voice returned. Bloody hell, that’s not a story ta be ashamed of, pet.” Xander listened to the words, but they didn’t sink into his soul, the just fluttered on the surface unable to reach the pain. I suspect they’ll get along a whole sight better than Xander.”. The sentinels have discovered that the new laws are a cover-up for a black opps government conspiracy to genetically enhance and enslave guides and sentinels. Then he noticed that his hand was on a very rough blanket. And as far as that goes, I don’t mind doing customer service for Giles considering it’s your money I’m spending.” Xander watched out of the corner of his eye as Joyce put a conspiratorial hand on Spike’s shoulder. “And you must have great faith in your training to trust him with such things.”
"I'll get the collar off," Angel offered, but Xander suspected that Giles' comment had less to do with the thick metal and more to do with life in general. We’re gettin’ close.”. One camp thinks I had a right to take out Lirowaus since he took my property. Like Buffy, he knew he was broken and couldn't go on fighting by himself, and like Buffy, he suddenly knew that if he gave what was left of himself to Spike, he could trust Spike to do the right thing. What if this was just a response to the torture and he didn’t really care for Spike like he thought he did? So, if you want to negotiate, that is a very poor opening request." “I am hoping you won’t tell me to mind Joyce, Master. “William, finish the story,” Joyce ordered, and Spike’s hand began to pet him again. Someone really needed to tell the vampire who owned him that. “Well, let’s get settled in, pet,” Spike suggested as he opened the door and walked into an unfamiliar kitchen. "Yes, witches," Rocim replied tonelessly, and from his position to the side of the drama, Xander could see Spike's triumphant smirk. Xander followed at heel with his slave strut in full swing and his gaze down even as eyes followed the two of them as they traveled the full length of the partitioned off warehouse to reach the food court. Xander started as a hand touched his hair, and he looked up to find Spike gazing down on him; Xander just scooted forward as Spike knelt down so that he could bury his face in Spike’s lap and cry. Xander thought about that. “You bloody wanker,” Spike hissed still in game face. Xander tried not to sigh in frustration as he realized how much work he needed to do. So, we’re going to do some practice, but it’s just play actin’, Xan. Lirowaus knelt down and Xander found himself fascinated by the tiny differences in size of the demon’s various horns. It wasn’t working, and Xander didn’t want to see the final moments. If he could get that protest up to his mouth, he knew he could probably talk Spike out of punishment, but he couldn't form the words. I’m the one who’s dead, pet, but you were doing a fine impression of a dead man there for a while.”. Finally, with his hand trembling, he raised his fist and knocked on the door. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to spot the position of the tap against the side wall of the stage before standing and walking to the spot. He won’t talk, he won’t even bloody move,” Giles waved a hand in his direction and yelled before taking a deep breath. It didn’t matter because as soon as he opened, Spike slid the front piece in, the front rod sliding down his throat and silencing him before he could react. What had he done wrong? Xander thought back to his biology teacher explaining evolution and he wondered why the horns would have developed that way. “Pet?” Spike stopped and asked, and Xander went back to his knees wishing that the vampire would make up his mind about whether or not they were leaving. --------------------------------------------------------
Only one answer got his girls back, so he laid his head down on Spike's shoulder. Xander crawled back to the auctioneer and laid the whip at his feet before going back into position with his head between the auctioneer’s feet. “Right, time ta leave before the lackwits show up again,” Spike said as he sniffed disapprovingly and headed for one of those ubiquitous side hallways. “Would’ve wanted ya dead, but I never wanted ya like this. Panicking wasn’t allowed; fear wasn’t allowed. Okay, he cared; he just didn’t care as much as he cared about that cane not coming down on his back to lay his skin open. In his head, Xander looked at the buyer askance and demanded, ‘What the hell are you thinking?’ On stage, Xander waited patiently. “Joyce,” now Spike sounded tired. As they walked closer to Willow and Tara, Xander stole more glances, and just once he locked gazes with Willow who had a wild-eyed look that suggested that she was having bad, bad thoughts. “What about him?” Lirowaus’ voice suddenly had a note of caution and displeasure. "Can we get rid of it?" “We all want her back, pet.” Silence descended again. So, don’t go tearin’ yourself up over this. Xander noticed that Spike had done that several times now, but he figured that Spike would fill him in once they reached their room. He didn’t need the vampire to remind him that once upon a time he could open doors and he could decide to use a toilet, and he could talk to people and tell them he needed to use the bathroom. A stinging slap warmed his thigh. You're all I have," Xander answered honestly. Lirowaus pulled out and Xander’s aching body tried to shrink back into shape, but then something not as large as Lirowaus but larger than a pleasantly sized vampire cock slid into him, trapping all the demon’s liquid inside even as Xander felt hands reaching under him and a strap going from the front of the belt through his legs and them up to the back of the belt. Not his blood but hers. He felt a line of drool start out of the corner of his mouth. Spike stopped pacing and in a flash appeared beside him. Felt like I'd bollocked it all up.". Okay, this shouldn’t be such a big deal. He patted the wood counter, and Xander took a quick look to his master who nodded before standing up and getting on the counter. “Do you want to run?” Spike asked, but then cancelled his question almost immediately. Something brushed his right thigh, and Xander looked down to see Spike attaching a second sheath high on his leg; this one ran straight down his leg. Giles feared Spike would shut down his store, but Spike was obviously using his new wealth and his position in the demon community as Giles’ “master” to keep Giles in business. “Yes, Master.” Xander knelt and just hoped that Spike didn’t do anything too drastic. They are utterly disgusting, violent half-breeds who have no business buying stock. For him, it's better than seeing us dead," Xander thought about that, but it didn't fit what he'd seen of Spike. Of course, Riley’s memories and training probably didn’t hurt his confidence either. Xander secretly rejoiced to see Spike free and yet worried about why Spike had come to Lirowaus' room. Not quite well didn’t even cover it. A lightweight coat hiding his veritable armory went on last. The soft caresses and the fact that he had gotten more sleep than he normally got in three nights left Xander happily sated, and he blinked at Spike, wondering what the vampire thought when he looked at Xander so tightly caged, the bar gagging the very mouth that Spike had threatened to gag at least a hundred times. He hadn’t figured out how to answer that when he heard Spike sigh and felt the hand withdrawing. You can probably pick the locks or something. He will accept me as a master or he will be of no use to me." And pissed might be a good word for it, Xander realized, as he smelled the urine. Xander wanted to take the creature and tear his guts open but just like a wave that crashes through only to dissipate on the shore, Xander’s fury collapsed into despair as he realized he would never have that chance. Willow finds more camera feeds: the Trio are watching her classrooms, the Bronze, Xander's and Buffy's workplaces. “Most important one, what’s this for, pet?” Spike asked. “Worth it,” Xander said through clenched teeth as the pain started to lessen. If he did, the last part of him would belong to Spike, and he just couldn’t do that. Xander flashed back to a conversation from a couple of lifetimes ago: a conversation between Spike and his former self. Killed my first slayer to impress him, and all he had eyes for was Darla. Had he upset Spike? "I'm taking Xander's side now. He wasn't sure what he wanted, truth be told, so he just sat and watched. The man could keep a secret like nobody’s business and he could just imagine the look on Giles’ face when Spike showed up with an obedient Xander at heel. Xander hadn’t even gotten to his own feet when he felt an unfamiliar hand pull him back away from the sight of his master in game face ripping into the tall demon that had just harassed the shurl. Xander finally heard the tap. What did bother him was that he had allowed someone else to touch him when he belonged to Spike, and Xander’s logical brain sent up flares over that thought, but Xander didn’t take time to process them; he just relaxed into the seat. Set in Season 1. Besides, Joyce meant Spike, and he didn't think Angel would let him get near Spike again. “Fine, stupid name anyway, but whatever name ya go by, you’re mine and you’ll stay mine, pet.” Xander didn’t really agree as much as run out of energy to fight any more. Xander felt tears start to fill his eyes, and Joyce simply wiped his eyes with the back of her finger. “They had this cartoon…” Xander started, and when Spike’s eyebrow shot up in an amused expression, Xander broke off. His black arm cuffs with their trailing laces reminded him to keep his arms still as he followed behind the only vampire slaver. BrokenBard.com. “What did you do with the paperclip, Master?” Xander asked. Promised Buffy I’d take care of them, so I will, and I’ll snap the neck of whatever took ‘em.” Xander had trouble breathing at the thought of Willow and Tara going through what he’d endured. More days passed marked only by their unremarkable sameness. Xander moved in, carefully shifting and watching Spike for signs of frustration that could lead to an opening. “But I want to stay down here, and I know I’m safe with you there, but I can’t just turn off and ignore everything like I used to.” Spike was silent, but at least the fierce look had been replaced with something more thoughtful. Title: Life is What Happens When You’re Making Other Plans Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Pairing: Giles/Wesley Categories: au, fluff, romance Length: Medium (~3,000 words) Warnings: n/a Author on LJ: wesleysgirl Author Website: WesleysGirl’s Fanfic Review: When the library gets the donation of two hundred boxes of books that need to be repaired, … Leshar employs a bloody Pockla demon—they do the type of healing mojo that ya need when you’ve done real damage ta the body like pulling out someone’s guts or ripping off a limb. Luckily an order cut that little panic attack off. "Bloody hell, gave ya reason enough ta not trust me, so I'm not surprised. He sooooo didn't have the energy to deal with Giles and wasn't sure he would ever be ready for this conversation. “Hirset plans ta demonstrate his training methods on the Watcher so he won’t be sellin’ the soddin’ idiot. He felt something cold and slithery around his neck. "Right," the voice ordered, and Xander turned 90 degrees right as he'd been trained. “Git,” Spike growled with another pop to the head, and Xander did his best to look the part of an innocent slave while laughing inside. As a slave, he was actually quite good at ignoring the future, so he used that skill and just focused on the memory of his Master's arms around him—a feeling he had given up on feeling again. Of course, that meant one more vampire running around the world, but he’d long ago realized that vampires were going to be there until the end of time, so what difference did that make? Xander had his eyes closed, so when Spike took his legs and swung them up into the air, Xander gasped in surprised and opened his eyes to see his own legs slung over Spike’s shoulders as Spike poised to thrust in. Come on Xander." By the time Xander followed Spike home, he had killed three vamps and knocked Spike on his back twice more. But back to the subject, if he fell in "like" with Spike, he feared he would do less. She couldn’t talk, but Xander imagined he could see horror and pain and anger in those wide eyes, and he didn’t blame her. Pup, look at me,” Xander opened his eyes as commanded and squirmed to look up with his head so firmly locked in place. Xander scooted forward a little so that he could more easily hold position between Spike’s legs. I could tell other demons ta stay away from him, and they’d do it. Part of him feared for Giles' safety, and part of him pointed out that if Spike truly had any intention of hurting Giles he could have done so already. He had to go and get all emotionally tangled up just because Spike hadn’t whipped him or seriously hurt him. “Oh, yes, surely that’s worth more,” the auctioneer cooed in a voice that Xander really just wanted to point out sounded like a stoned Mary Poppins. Xander thought about the question. “Remember back when that fledge knocked ya head first into the tombstone?” Xander almost nodded and the pain stopped him. The demon led him back and as soon as they got near Spike, Xander left the demon’s side and returned to kneel at Spike’s feet. Spike bucked upward over and over until Xander found himself begging his Master to come. "Mom hated that she lost her favorite brother and adults shouted at each other and Dad never played ball with me again." He always got punished. We had a real pattern goin’ and I discovered that when ya got the girl away from college boys and television she was someone I could respect.” Xander almost smiled at the thought of them together, and then his stomach knotted again at the thought of them together. “Mite overenthusiastic at times,” Spike replied, and Xander made a small snorting sound against Spike’s neck. “Xander, ya drive better than I do, and I need to focus here. Spike asked firmly as he pulled the collar just tight enough that Xander felt it. “He is as lovely as I have heard. He had failed miserably, and yet Spike hadn’t punished him. I’m sorry.” Willow appeared to be on the verge of either tears or screaming when Tara appeared and slipped a hand around Willow’s waist. If not, we’ll take an employee exit where we’re a little less likely to get tucked under some slaver’s arm and hauled out of here.” Xander pulled on Willow’s arm, but the bridled witch refused to move. Given Spike’s usual impatience with all slavers, Xander expected his Master to push through the crowd, but Spike found a bench to sit on while he did a Spike version of small talk: noncommittal grunts, a variety of eyebrow movements, and occasional British curses. With slave tack from three drawers dumped on the floor along with the drawers themselves, Xander finally found the scissors in drawer number four and ran back to the girls. I don’t think so most days,” Xander explained. Xander tried to pull back into the real memory, pushing away this strange apparition that had appeared in the place of his memory-Master. “Rocim, get him cleaned up for the day,” Lirowaus commanded, and Xander slipped off the bed and walked to Rocim without being ordered. I purchased one of Leshar’s once, and while the animal performed well and provided my witches with a large number of very attractive cubs, he was never anything other than a piece of furniture, a tool to use and then put away.” Xander thought of how close he came to that fate himself and he leaned farther into Spike. He couldn’t even claim to care about modesty any more, but he didn’t want to cause more trouble between Spike and Joyce. "Master Lirowaus and I leave for a show in three days," Xander said quietly, the longest sentence he'd said in days, but he hoped that Spike heard the unsaid words: Security would change in three days, staff would be disrupted in three days, the vampire had a chance to escape in three days. Finally a sharp voice yelled from the kitchen. The first time they had showered together, Xander had still been Leshar’s in many ways, and he had aroused Spike because that’s what he had been trained to do. However, he didn’t think that would have impressed Giles in the least. “Pet, tell me why you might run,” Spike finally settled on. “Right, so ya goin’ ta do the work or not?” Xander thought about the demon’s words a little more carefully. He looked right at Giles and proudly ran his thumb over the tattoo. But then again, Giles had always been one to see things from his own point of view, and now Xander could see that easier than he could before. “Xander knew what that would mean, but suddenly he had a goal of his own. I’m your Master and you’ll come with me.” Xander felt arms suddenly wrap around him and pull him into an embrace, but Xander couldn't respond. "Ah, will you be the good, obedient animal from the auction?" The elevator doors slid open onto the lower levels, and the traditional noises of a slave auction and show assaulted Xander’s senses. The thought didn’t bother Xander at all; in fact, considering where his mouth had been, maybe Spike should worry about having it around his cock. Yep, Droopy Harris might not have known a thing about seduction since most of his encounters involved a woman grunting "you" and then throwing him down, but the person he was now knew how to tilt his body to tempt. “I know, Master, and I don’t want to do most of the shows, but the endurance show is near enough to the girls for you to be able to see all three of us,” Xander suggested in a whisper. Xander’s hand started reaching before he pulled it back in horror, realizing that he was breaking the rules only minutes after promising himself to not break rules. “Spike you are not the kind of man to walk away from your word, and that doesn’t make you less of a vampire. “Just show me the commands so I can soddin’ well avoid them when I’m tryin’ ta enjoy my pet,” Spike snarled, and the trainer’s laugh drew suddenly thin.
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