The Tiger – The Test
Xander was kneeling. He felt like he spent his life kneeling. You would think demons would have something better for him to do besides kneel, but no. At least the floor was on the more comfortable side. Concrete and metal were the worst. Or pretty much anything with ridges.
After being offloaded from the transport, he and Tara had been taken by the SevenGen to a processing center and cleaning facility. The scale of the place was enormous. Their collars had been scanned and they were checked into the councils slave database. He couldn´t imagine how many slaves they must have hanging around if they required a database to track them all.
Since he couldn´t talk, he spent the entire time watching everyone around him. Once they got to the bathing facility, he was surprised to find that all of the attendants were human. Xander noted that they all seemed healthy and well cared for.
His owners, former owners, had to spend a week feeding he and Tara extra rations, and forcing them to drink foul tasting healing potions so they would be presentable for sale. By the looks of these slaves, they were well fed on a regular basis. All of them had a healthy glow about them. Xander also noticed that none of the attendants seemed to have any bite marks. Not a single one appeared to have been fed upon. It didn´t mesh with what he had heard being owned by vampires was like.
He picked up small bits of whispered conversation. He and Tara seemed to be the latest gossip. Their new owner, Spike (and wasn´t that a pleasant name), was new on the council and they were his first two acquisitions. That explained the vampire´s irregular behavior.
The SevenGen stood off in the corner complaining loudly about pretty much everything, from the steam mucking up her processing, to the speed in which the attendants were cleaning them.
He longed to ask the others questions about their life here, to try and get as much information as possible before they were evaluated by their new Master. Instead, he reveled in being cleaned and groomed. It was a luxury, and he appreciated it.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that one of the girls was using a wand to clean Tara´s insides. He was happy to note that the water pouring out of her was clean, that tentacled freak hadn´t deposited anything.
They were handed new clothes to wear, tunics you could see straight through. Xander wondered why they bothered as he slipped his on. Oh joy, a see-through man dress, look at the new slave.
He and Tara were led to their own evaluation room, and told to kneel. He wasn´t even able to nod or look at Tara before he heard the door lock engage.
He was bored and nervous, a combination that even he admitted was dangerous. He spent the first 1/8th of a second examining the room from his position on the floor. Black floor, chair and him. Beyond that, there was zero to keep his interest until his Master came to evaluate him. He was sure there was some sort of camera nearby. They´d gone through a control room to get here, so he was guessing that the vampire was watching them from there.
As if on cue, the he heard the door being keyed open behind him. The vampire moved the chair in front of Xander and sat down. He´d changed into some kind of lounging robe and baggy pants. He wasn´t wearing a shirt and his feet were bare. Xander kept his gaze down looking at the vampire´s naked feet. Somehow they made him incredibly uncomfortable.
"Look at me," his Master ordered.
Xander looked up. The vampire had an unreadable expression on his face.
"Name´s Spike," Spike said. "You´re Alexander, yeah?"
It was on the tip of Xander´s tongue to correct the vampire, but he tightened his jaw and nodded.
"Go by something else, don´t you?" Spike asked. "You gonna tell me what it is or continue to piss me off?"
Xander had no idea why not correcting his Master, could possibly piss of the vampire. Great, his Master was insane. Xander answered him though, "Xander, Master."
Another irritated look crossed the vampires face, but Xander had no clue as to what it meant.
"You mind telling me, Xander, why a group of greedy Phelon let their overseer do their dirty work selling two slaves, risking the chance of low profits?"
Xander was speechless for the first time in his life. He had no idea what to say. It was the last question he´d expected the vampire to ask. "I...It´ s not my place to question..." he began.
Spike shook his head, and Xander prepared himself for a blow. It never came. Spike leaned down so his face was directly in front of Xander´s. Their noses were nearly touching. "Listen to me, boy, you are dangerously close to trying my limited patience. I asked you a question and I expect the correct answer."
Xander noticed his Master´s intense blue eyes for the first time. Right now they were glowing with cold fury. He´d tried following protocol, and obviously doing so was putting him in jeopardy, so he threw caution to the wind. If his Master really was insane, honesty likely wouldn´t get him more killed. "I killed a demon," he replied simply.
Spike didn´t move, just tilted his head slightly. "What kind?"
"Vampire," Xander said, keeping his voice steady.
Spike nodded thoughtfully and then leaned back in his chair. "Why?"
"He was my friend. It was an unsanctioned turning." Xander swallowed thickly at the memory. "I destroyed the thing that took him over."
Spike braced his arms on the sides of the chair, tenting his fingers, thinking. Finally he asked, "You know the penalty for killing a demon?"
Xander nodded. "Abattoir."
Another long pause. "Would you do it again?"
"Yes." The answer slipped out before Xander could stop it.
Spike nodded. "Thought so."
Spike dropped his fingers, and relaxed back in the chair. "I´ll offer you a deal, Xander; you will agree to become my pleasure slave. In exchange, your sister will be given work where you´ll see her often. If I think that you even for a nanosecond consider trying to kill me, she´ll be sent to Abattoir in your stead. I will personally hand out her judgment and you will be forced to watch. Understood?"
The thought of Tara being butchered instead of him almost made him puke on the spot. He really didn´t have a choice. "O-ok," he replied, unable to keep the waver out of his voice.
Spike grinned. "Oh, no pet, you can´t simply just agree. You have to convince me that you won´t shame me as your sponsor. Consider it a ... test of your skills."
Xander had known deep down it would come to this, had known from the second Spike walked through the door in his casual attire. What he hadn´t expected was Spike´s offer to sponsor him. The pleasure houses were infamous, demon brothels where the highest bidder could purchase a slave who would willingly do anything to please their clients. At least that´s what the rumors said. He wanted to shudder at the thought of being trained for that purpose, but kept himself still. Barely.
As far as the test went, Xander figured that the vamp just wanted a blowjob. After all, he was a guy, or was one once. So Xander shuffled forward on his knees so he was between the vamps legs, and leaned forward nuzzling at the vampire´s crotch.
He was unsurprised to find the vampires cock was already hard. At least this would likely go quickly then. Xander pulled back and brought his hands up, attempting to pull down Spikes pants. He was surprised when Spike pushed him away.
"Pretty eager to get to the main event," Spike said sounding disappointed.
"You think this is the first time I´ve done this?" Xander asked incredulous. He sat back on his heels, unsure of what to do.
Spike nudged Xander´s soft sex with his bare foot. "Don´t look like you have."
"I´m not really into guys," Xander replied, much more harshly than he had intended. That wasn´t even close to the truth. It was safer to be with other men in the stables, rather than with the women, no risk of breeding. Xander had several partners and enjoyed his time with them; he just wasn´t into being forced.
"Want me to force you?" Spike asked, unconsciously echoing Xander´s thoughts.
"Isn´t that what you want?" Xander asked, confused and beginning to get angry.
"I own you pet, better get that through your pretty head," Spike said harshly.
Xander took a deep breath and attempted to calm himself. Spike was right. He did need to get that tidbit of information through his head if he wanted to protect Tara.
"I´m sorry, Master," Xander said, in the most calm and respectful voice he could muster, "How may I serve you?"
Spike nodded, looking more pleased than he had only a few moments ago. "Better, but I don´t want a robot. Stand up and take that stupid thing off," Spike ordered.
Xander did as he was told, slipping the admittedly stupid transparent tunic over his head and tossing it aside. He internally mused at the irony of the vampire insisting he didn´t want a robot, and then immediately ordering him to stand and undress. He was getting used to his owner not making much sense.
Spike stood up and walked around Xander, looking him over from head to toe. Occasionally he would stroke or palm a bit of flesh that he was particularly interested in. Xander held still for the examination, keeping even his thoughts in check. Spike seemed to be able to smell hostility a mile off. Xander was now firmly keeping Tara´s safety in mind, so if his Master wanted to touch and stroke him as if he was a pricey piece of furniture, it was fine with Xander.
Spike watched the boy get himself under control. He was surprised that Xander managed to sound sincere, when Spike knew he would rather eat glass than submit willingly.
He was so pretty standing there, trying to follow orders. He´d be a fun one to break, all passion and fire. Spike supposed he could crush his will, as Angelus did with so many of his slaves, but that really didn´t interest him.
As it was, he was already frustrated with the boy´s insistence on calling him Master. He reluctantly would accept it now, because Xander needed that structure to obey him. Soon enough, Spike would hear the ´Master´ in every single word Xander uttered and the boy could drop the pretense.
Spike walked around his new toy, stroking a responsive nipple, cupping one of his firm ass cheeks, running a finger along his shoulder blade. He avoided touching the boy´s still soft sex.
Spike finished his slow perusal, and stood directly in front of Xander. "Do you know what I want from you, Xander?" he murmured.
"You want proof that I won´t shame you, Master," Xander replied sincerely, looking Spike in the eye.
Spike nodded, "Show me."
Xander paused briefly, and Spike could see the wheels turning. He figured that the boy would kneel down and go after his cock again. Predictable, but at least Xander had the proper attitude now. Still, it´d be nice to be surprised.
Xander seemed to decide what he was going to do, and took a tentative step forward. He stood there for a moment gazing into Spikes eyes, before he brought his hand up and cupped the back of Spikes head.
The tension between the two of them was growing like a living thing as the sharp tang of Xander´s fear and nervousness faded, to be replaced by the growing sweet scent of arousal. Xander´s expressive brown eyes flicked down, stopping on Spikes lips briefly before moving back up to his eyes again.
Xander´s pretty pink tongue slowly peeked out from between his lips, sliding across the parched skin and then back into its warm cavern. Slowly, Xander tilted his head, and pulled Spike forward so their lips met gently.
Xander gently coaxed Spikes mouth open, before opening his own mouth slightly, tongue slipping in to touch Spikes before he pulled it back and closed his mouth. Over and over the simple gesture was repeated. Not the kiss of a pet or a slave, but the kiss of a lover.
Xander moaned, and slid his other hand around Spikes waist underneath his robe, pulling him closer. Their hips met, and they rocked together, even as their kiss became more heated.
Spike slid his arms around Xander caressing the skin of his lower back.
It was difficult for Xander to decide what he should do to impress his Master. His original attempt to suck the vampire off failed miserably, so he was reluctant to try that again. He thought about stepping back and playing with his own cock, giving Spike a show, but honestly, he wasn´t aroused at all and didn´t want to draw any more attention to that fact.
It came to him that he had only one thing he could offer as proof. Xander stepped forward and really looked at his Master. Spike. Xander realized that he was attractive. His eyes were the most interesting shade of blue that Xander had ever seen and very pretty when they weren´t flashing with anger. His skin was an unnatural white, accentuated by sharp cheekbones, and his lips were a pale pink. Xander felt his heart rate speed up with something besides fear as the thought struck him the creature that owned him was beautiful.
Xander leaned forward and kissed Spike gently. He rarely kissed his lovers, it wasn´t that he didn´t want to, but it was safer not to get quite so personal with another slave. Deception and betrayal were so common it wasn´t safe to open your heart; it was so much easier to simply share your body. Xander found himself enjoying the soft touching of their lips and tongues, and when the touches became not so soft, he found himself enjoying that as well.
Heat seemed to be blooming between them, and he felt himself begin to get hard. Xander slid his free hand around Spike to pull him closer, teasing the soft skin of his back. Xander´s hips moved forward seeming of their own volition and met Spikes. He felt a spark travel down his spine when their cocks came into contact, and rocked forward again chasing the sensation.
Xander lost himself in the moment, the feeling that not only was there want, passion and desire between them but something else. He was beginning to think that maybe being with Spike wasn´t the end of the world, and the place in his heart locked tight against everyone but Tara began to open an infinitesimal bit. When Xander finally pulled back, he was panting. Spike seemed to be equally affected his eyes dazed and hungry.
Feelings that Spike was certain he´d left behind when Dru turned him, now seemed to be just under the surface. Xander looked as dazed, confused and needy as Spike felt. This wouldn´t do at all, the boy was his pet. The only thing Xander was doing was trying to save his sister, anything else that Spike read in his gaze was hopeful romantic nonsense and had no place in his current existence. It was more probable that the boy was just a good actor, hoping to manipulate Spike. Spike would have sworn the boy didn´t have it in him, but he´d put a stop to it.
Spike´s gaze hardened. "Looks like you do have an interest in men after all," Spike smirked, reaching down and stroking Xander´s now fully hard sex.
Xander nearly recoiled, tightening his jaw. Spike saw a brief flash of hurt, humiliation and anger in his eyes, before the boy got himself under control and nodded.
"Should punish you for not getting me off," Spike said lightly, happy now that Xander seemed to have lost that sweet hopeful look and was back to his reluctant obedience.
To Spikes pleasure and surprise, Xander dropped gracefully to his knees, looking up with his big doe eyes. Looked like the boy truly did learn his lesson.
"As pretty as you look there, pet, a deal´s a deal," Spike said, reaching down to pet the boy´s shaggy head. "I keep my word. ´Sides, you´ll be on your knees again for me soon enough."
"And Tara," Xander asked quietly, biting his lower lip and making Spike seriously reconsider not having the boy open his pretty mouth and suck his cock.
"Safe," Spike agreed, tempering his lust. "You did what I asked. I´m pleased."
"Thank you, Master," Xander said, and lowered his eyes.
