Forced to His Knees 3
1 March 2004
Giles put away the last of the dishes. Cupboard closed now that the tea cups were in their places again, he glanced around the quiet room before flicking off the kitchen light. Glasses taken off, he rubbed wearily at his eyes, sure that he needed to get his eyes checked again. He had hosted a meeting that was dedicated to finding the still missing original Scooby Gang member. Xander had now been missing for over three years and they were no closer to finding him.
The boy had vanished into literal thin air after leaving Joyce ´s New Year´s party. Excuses made that he had to go and get some sleep before working later on that morning, no–one had any doubt that they would see him again in a few days time for Tara´s birthday. Willow had organised a small gathering for a cake and some drinks at Giles´ house. When Anya had called later that night and asked for Xander, Giles´ had presumed that he had gone to see the two witches before the party to find out what Tara wanted for her birthday.
He had been mildly disturbed when Anya had said that she had already tried the witches and that he wasn´t with any of his workmates as there had been a call on the answering machine demanding to know why he hadn´t turned up at work. Trying to calm the annoyed ex–demon down, he had invited the girl over so that they could figure out where he was together. Anya had come over armed with an address book clutched in a slender hand. She had made the older man call every number listed in the book, due to the fact that she thought Xander might be hiding from her for some reason or another.
Every number called in the bright blue book with no success, Willow and Tara had been phoned again and had agreed with a now thoroughly worried store owner that Xander would never just miss work and not tell someone what was happening. After living with the knowledge of assorted monster´s and demons, none of the Scooby Gang went any where without telling someone, however weird the telling may end up being. The thought of a missing friend was starting to wig them all out and after contacting Buffy and Riley, even Spike, they had made Giles´ living room the headquarters for "Operation find Xander".
Buffy and Riley went patrolling through every cemetery, the two witches checked out all the abandoned buildings while dragging a whingeing blonde vampire with them. Anya had waited by the phone night and day for any little sign from the brunette boy. Giles had put ads in the newspapers after the second week he had been missing. Poster´s stuck on numerous walls and telephone poles followed when a month had gone by, Joyce adding a poster to her art gallery foyer. After being faced with all her missing son´s friends standing on her doorstep, Mrs Harris had finally agreed to register her son as an official missing person, 3 months after he had been noticed missing.
It was also the first time that Angel had driven down to sit in on a meeting. He had brought with him a new book that listed spells on locating people. Hugs and whoops of joy had gone echoing around the living room when Giles had recognised the spell components as pretty much all stocked in his store.
Climbing the stairs, Giles acknowledged the feeling of loss that ran through his body as he thought of how hard they had all tried not to let the disappointment overwhelm them when the spell had failed 3 times in a row. Nothing could be made out in the locating bowl of water, Anya had brought along one of Xanders unwashed pairs of boxer shorts as an anchor. Everyone had icked, then laughed at the thought of Xander being forever thankful to a pair of dirty knickers as Spike had called them. The spell hadn´t really failed, it just hadn´t been able to penetrate the thick layer of whatever was shielding the boy.
It had however given them the determination to go on and keep trying to find the youth. After all, the spell hadn´t told them that he was dead, he was just unable to be seen. Willow and Tara repeated the magic at every meeting and Giles´ suspected also every first of the month. The answer being the same always.
Clothes slowly stripped off his aging body, the ex–librarian thought of how glowing Anya had been earlier that night. Pregnancy agreed with the girl and she absolutly adored her still new husband, Charles. He had been suprised that she had asked his opinion on whether to date the large black man before asking the other females who all attended the meetings. So far none had missed one, even Cordelia drove all the way from L.A. to come. Angel occasionally fronted up if he had nothing to do that night, putting in a quiet word here and there. He had almost cried when his shop assistant had told him that because Xander had thought of him as almost being his father, she had felt it right to ask him first.
Funny, he thought. Xander´s disappearance had finally fixed the broken fences between Buffy and Angel, bringing them closer together but only as friends. Buffy had let go of her schoolgirl crush, accepting Riley finally as a true contender to her heart and letting him have it without a thought backwards. Angel at first made small talk with Riley, if only to discuss possibilities with the former soldier. They were never going to have a drinking buddy relationship but it no longer held the animosity they had felt towards each other. Seeing how good Riley was with Buffy had made him realise that he too could get over her and was currently making small steps towards a certain someone that he refused to name, grinning slightly whenever anyone teased him about it.
Giles was sure that Cordelia knew who it was but she was keeping it a firm secret and was telling no–one. The only fly in the ointment was Spike, he had been repeatedly told not to turn up to the meetings if all he was going to do was laugh at what they were doing. He had complied and hadn´t showed up after the third one when Joyce had almost succeeded in staking him with a broken pencil. They had been appalled and excited at the same time when Cordelia had called, telling them about the overheard argument between the two vampires. She had told them that Spike swore black and blue that he had smelt Xander in the brothel, and a recent smell as well.
All hopes had been dashed admist floods of tears when Angel had called them later on that day and informed them that his Childe had only lied while trying to get out of a beating for stealing Wesleys credit card so that he could go and get a decent shag as he had put it according to an apologetic Sire. Giles´ hadn´t been too sure that it was lies, he couldn´t quite put his finger on it but he trusted Angel´s judgement in matters concerning his Childe.
Tonight ´s meeting had been quick when dealing with the dissapearance. There really wasn´t much else to do anymore bar renew the posters when they got too tattered and ring the police station each month to see if anyone had seen him. The women had been excited by Anya´s rapidly expanding stomach especially Cordelia who hadn´t seen the girl since the last meeting. Lots of patting and rubbing later, she had dropped her own bombshell of marriage to the half demon that worked for Angel in L.A. Doyle had accompined the hopeful actress on almost each meeting and everyone had been impressed with the Irish man. When Gunn had come the first time instead of Angel or Wesley to deliver a book that Cordelia had forgotten to take back to Giles, everybody except for Anya had been a little wary of the tall man. Anya however had declared her intentions pretty much straightaway after getting the go a head from all she had asked.
Gunn had been surprised at first but hadn´t passed up the opportunity when it had so obviously come with blessings all round. Now married with twins on the way, Giles had to admit that they made a great couple. Arranging for Spike to be swapped to L.A. for Gunn had been easier than imagined, Angel had been happy to take his Childe out of the Scooby Gang so that the happy father to be could be with his beloved. Gone were all his snide remarks that were designed to upset the friends. Gone were the sneers and rolled eyes when someone came up with a suggestion as to the boys whereabouts.
"And gone is the arsehole himself, thank Christ" muttered the naked man as he pulled back the blankets and sheets, clambering into the inviting bed. He missed the laughter and groans that always greeted the brunettes bad jokes, the horror that were his shirts when Anya didn´t pick out his clothes that day. His ability to come up with quips that always guaranteed a relieving of tension no matter the situation. Giles only held out hope that wherever the young man was, he was safe and healthy. Light turned off, the ex–watcher rolled over and closed his eyes in an effort to chase away the worry that was always with him after a Xander meeting.
Sometime in 2001
Somewhere
Fiddling with one of the silver bracelets that he had woken up with wearing, Xander had no idea where he was this time.
After Randall had finished cleaning himself off, he had wiped down the youth while telling the brunette that it wasn´t going to be like that each time and that he would eventually end up liking it, if not for the first few times. Xander had been too shocked at the time for the words to really register in his mind, he had been thirsty, in pain and ashamed of himself.
He had passed out during the process of having his legs lowered, his muscles screaming in agony and protest of their rough treatment, now he had woken up in a totally different room again.
Reaching his hand up to play with the short necklace around his neck, he looked around the bare room once more. It didn´t contain much at all, just a bunk bed that he was laying on, bolted to the wall and floor as well as three shelves on the opposite side of the aqua coloured room, a metal toilet. Concrete floor, no window and only one solid door that featured two sealed peep holes. One was eye level while the larger one was around waist height. The only light coming from a globe directly built into the ceiling.
No on/off switch, Xander had already looked while stiffly shuffling around the small room. He was valiantly trying not to think of what had been forced onto him earlier that day or had it been night? Randall ´s words kept zooming back to him and he couldn´t ignore the dull ache in his backside whenever he moved. What the older man had said was really frightening him, he had a small idea of what Randall meant by those words but like the ache, he was trying to ignore them as well.
The sore youth had no idea how the two bracelets and necklace got to be on him but after a lot of tugging and a few minutes of chewing at the bracelets, he had come to the reluctant conclusion of that they were there to stay for a while at least. He wasn´t happy that he was naked once again but after what had happened to the cotton clothing, there was no way he would have been able to wear it again anyway.
A sticky tongue run over dry lips, he once again just wanted some water. Xander was sure that this method of treatment was used on prisoner´s in Third World countries as an effective form of torture and information retrieval, he was pretty much ready to give up any information they may want on anything if he was guaranteed a glass of water. If ever he was asked about how effective it was, he knew that he could give it a hearty thumbs up.
As ashamed and upset as he was, the brunette wasn´t actually sure which was the worst so far. The rape or the constant thirst. He was so dry, he couldn´t cry anymore. Randall had physically hurt him terribly and he never wanted to go through that again but being denied sufficient water for so long was really wearing him down. He was scared that Buffy and the rest of the Scooby Gang wouldn´t be able to find him now that he had been moved twice and before he did something stupid for anything drinkable.
Jerking his head from resting upon the bare mattress, he swung himself off the bed and towards the door as he heard something being rattled. With a dry croaked "Hello?", Xander took a step back as the waist high peephole opened to reveal a tray sliding into the slots provided. Curiously the boy leaned down, wincing at the shooting pain in his arse, trying to see what was beyond the room. Plastic cup placed onto the tray before he got a look at something other than what seemed like a white hallway, the brunette snatched at the little cup and swallowed what was in it in a few large gulps.
Bitterly disappointed when he had finished, he hesitantly asked whoever it was out there if he could have some more. In answer to his question, a bowl of porridge was slipped onto the tray and pushed towards him. Stomach clenching in a hunger that he didn´t even realise he was feeling, Xander shoved the thick mixture into his mouth using the fingers of his right hand, cup still clutched tightly in the other. It tasted a bit different, more flavoured with honey than it had been when hosted by the Voice.
Food finished all too quickly, he shrugged to himself and placed the empty cup and bowl back on the tray. Asking again for more water got him no response from the person who was now pushing through a blanket. Catching it before it fell on the ground, Xander fingered the light material, snidely asking if there was a pillow to go with it. He jumped in sudden fright as the tray was noisily removed and the peephole slammed shut and locked from the outside. Thirst sated a little for the minute, he was shocked out of his cursing when he heard Randall ´s voice fill the room, much like the Voice had in his old room.
"You were told to only speak when spoken to. No use in being pissy, you only have yourself to blame for not having a pillow."
Xander stood motionless as sweat somehow managed to form across his dry brow. Heart beating fast, he wondered if the pervert was going to come at him again sometime soon. Not daring to answer back, he waited for Randall to continue.
"There is a reward system Scott. You do the right thing and you get things in return, pillow, room with a shower, books. Sounds good doesn´t it Scott?. Behave yourself and we will see how the water situation can improve"
Nodding before he could catch himself, the youth almost wept at the thought of a whole jug of water, disgusted with himself at how weak he was and ashamed that he was actually agreeing with his rapist.
"Good boy Scott. I like your feisty nature but you have to learn how we do things here at The House. Go and get some sleep, you must be tired."
At the mere suggestion of sleep, Xander felt how heavy his eyes got and realised that he was physically and mentally exhausted. Stumbling over to the plain mattress, he climbed onto the cool material while trying not to jar his still aching muscles. Head lay upon the mattress, he arranged his limbs underneath the thin blanket as comfortably as possible. A few dry heaves and he found himself mouthing quiet words of a prayer he dimly remembered from Sunday School in the hopes that it would somehow speed up his inevitable rescue. He knew that he would be saved but he didn´t know when.
27 March 2004
Wincing as he felt the shriek actually shake the chip in his head, the disgruntled blonde sneered at the thought of the ex–demon finding out she was having girls.
"Just what the Wanky Gang needs, more girls to get them thoroughly pussy whipped!"
He managed to step out of the way in time for Cordelia to clunk her way from the front desk as fast as her new red Oscar shoes would let her, still shrieking the news for all to hear. Head shaken, Spike thought that with just one more of the high pitched squeals, either his brain would explode due to a malfunctioning chip or bats would take up residence in the front lobby of the former hotel.
"Squeals–like–pig would probably think they were some of Noncy´s relatives, stupid chit"
Hearing the clunk´s that signalled the beaming secretary´s return his way, the vampire literally ran up the stairs so that he could avoid an encounter with the girl he was sure was related to a phirana. With teeth like hers, there had to be one in there somewhere, he thought. Room reached and door kicked open like usual, he stepped through the the clutter of cd´s on the floor that were arranged tastefully around old beer cans and dirty shirts.
"Looks like Sadie needs a kick up his arse, hasn´t been cleaned in weeks, useless Ponce!"
A few shrugs later, Spike decided to just move into a different room again rather than actually touch any of the mess. He knew from past experiences that his Sire would eventually give up trying to pretend that he was wearing a different shirt each day when it became obvious that he had been wearing the same one for two weeks running. After a few arguments between the two, Angelman would be all noncy and horrified to see what the room looked like after deciding that only *he* could find a clean shirt for the younger vampire to wear. An imagined heart attack later followed by a few threats of bodily violence and Spike would have a clean room and clothes again.
He didn´t really like wearing a shirt for 2 weeks running but if it got him out of cleaning, then he was all prepared to do the right thing and ignore the held noses and boxes of washing powder thrust at him by Wankerman´s team of do–gooders. Throwing bundles of clothing around as he looked for his favourite cd, he came across one of the pieces of underwear he had stolen from the effeminate watcher who resided only a few doors down from his Sire. Held to his nose, Spike inhaled the sweet virgin smell that anointed the denim blue boxers. He still didn´t know how Angel hadn´t punched his cherry as of yet, he himself, was actually having a hard time keeping his hands off the taller man.
"Dipshit does everything but bend over naked for the great Fairy and does he notice? Nooo, that would be actually doing something other than brooding and we can´t have that now can we?"
snapped the frustrated blonde as he sat on the messy bed, back cushioned by a few pillows. One hand on his tenting pants, he rubbed himself through his tight jeans as he thought of how nice it would be to just push the thin man over and with lots of blushing and stuttering on Wesley ´s part, basically relieve the other man of his virginity. Shirt and t–shirt pulled off and a cock now rock hard and straining at the zipper, Spike undid it slowly, taking care not to trap his foreskin in the metal teeth. Teeth clenched, he gently thumbed at the glistening precum that adorned his head.
Letting go for a minute, he lifted himself and slid down his jeans so that they were sitting around his upper thighs, metal teeth well away from his sensitive foreskin. A good hard grip on his penis and a head full of the younger man sucking him off, he was pretty much guaranteed a nice wank. Wank he did even as he heard the footsteps coming towards him, sniffing the air, he was delighted to find that the object of his current lust was coming towards his room.
Not bothering to stop, he continued to slide his fist up and down his cock. With Wesley almost at his doorway, the blonde shifted himself so that the other man would cop a great view of what he had so frequently turned the offer down of.
"Ah, Spike can I..um..what are you, oh my god..ah" stuttered the embarrassed man, standing stock still in the white doorway while staring at the vampire leisurely stroking an organ of considerable size. Wesley had been approached by Spike on numerous occasions since the vampire had moved into the hotel with an offer to help with his ´problem´. Unable to stop looking at the stroking that was getting faster, he knew he was blushing at the moans of pleasure the other man was making. Now seeing what had been offered so many times, he could feel himself getting hard.
"Come on Wes, I won´t bite. You can touch me if you like?" smirked the vampire, taking in the shy man´s tenting pants and wave of lust rolling through the room. Spike was getting pretty close due to the intoxicating smell coming off the still staring man.
"Umm, no. No! I bloody well don´t think so, you..you..PRICK!" yelled the aroused man, stomping off, horrified that he had been thinking of going over and helping finish him off before the vampire had even opened his mouth. Down the stairs he went, walking as fast as he could to his own room, ignoring the blondes parting comment in an effort not to just come in his pants before he could have a wank himself.
"Prick is the appropriate word, Virginboy!" called out the blonde as he saw the other man gasp like a fish, yell at him and then run off from view. Hearing the man thunder down the stairs, he tightened his fist and jerked twice more, groaning as he came over his chest. As he caught his unneeded breathe, he wiped himself off with a shirt grabbed from the floor. He was curious as to what the other man had wanted, no one ever came up to his floor except his Sire and that was when his room needed cleaning. Woosley was still pretty nervous around him even after having to sit together in the same office as Spike made hand written copies of the books that the watcher had wanted to buy but had only managed to borrow for a while.
It had been boring so the blonde had tried to make the time pass quicker by starting to harass the other male with questions as to why he was still a virgin and did he want some help with getting plucked. After a while they had ceased to make Woos squirm in discomfort and he had moved onto the big guns of how did he want Angel to take his arse and could he watch when it happened. It was after those questions that his Sire had decided that Spike had finished his punishment for stealing Wesley´s credit card. He had, however, still been confined to his room.
In whingeing and complaining, he had gotten himself only confined to the hotel premises which had left him clear to start harassing Angels employees again and bribing Doyle into getting him alcohol, not that the half breed had needed to be bribed much. He had continued to offer Wes assistance with getting a leg over because every time they went near each other, he could smell a slight hint of arousal on the quiet man.
Thoughts pondered for a while, he made the decision to see what the watcher had wanted to speak to him about. A quick rummage through his clothes produced a somewhat less dirty shirt than the rest and after putting it on with the thought that it was good humans didn´t have vamp´s smell capacity, he headed off down the stairs to find Wesley.
Following the smell of arousal the other man had left trailing after him like neon beacons, Spike was disappointed to find the door locked and the scent of recent cum tainting the air. With an inward leer, he was pleased that he had been the one to start it even if he had not been there to see it. A couple of loud bangs on the door later, saw it opened to reveal a flushed male grappling to put his glasses back on.
Pushing past the protesting man, Spike barely looked around the book filled room wondering why the stupid sod just didn´t use another room as a library after all it was a hotel and there were still heaps of unfilled ones.
"Mmmm, smells great Wes. What are you wearing? Is that the new Eau De Wanke?" sniggered the blonde as the rogue demon hunters face turned the red up a notch. Plonked on the bed, the smaller man watched as Wesley tried to think of an answer to the question.
"No..um, er. Just shut up!" commanded the embarrassed male. "What do you want and can you please leave?"
"Came to ask you what *you* wanted before, must be important for you to come up and see me?" replied the vampire as he suggestively rubbed his upper thigh much to the horror of Wesley who was trying not to look.
Wesley ´s brow furrowed in thought of how he could put the question to the blonde currently stretching himself out on his bed. Deciding that the direct approach was probably the only way to go, he went for it.
"Did you lie when you said you smelt Xander at the brothel earlier this year?" demanded the Watcher.
"Oi! I haven´t said anything about that for ages and if this is a ploy for you to get the Poof to bash me, well, I don´t bloody like it!" snapped Spike, annoyed that one of the few occasions he had actually been telling the truth and disbelieved, was being brought up again. "What do you ask that for again?"
Wesley found himself being eyed suspiciously, glad that the vampire hadn´t actually left yet. Explaining that he had found a new bookstore with a limited supply of reading material dedicated to the occult and various things he researched, he told the bored male that he had read of a truth spell and wanted to do it on Spike before offering it´s services to any of Angel´s up and coming missions.
"So, you want to see if it´s a dud or not,is that right? said Spike still eyeing the watcher warily from his position of being sprawled onto the bed. "What do I get out of it?"
"Giles didn´t think that you lied, Angel told him that it was without a doubt that you did and he believed Angel. I just want to see if it works or not."
"Yeah, that´s bloody great because like *I* said from the start, the whelp is a poof and likes his boys young. What do I get out of it though?" monotoned the vampire with bored expression on his face. He knew full well that he had told the truth but it was a shock to find out the the older watcher had believed him. It was so like his Sire to not see anything bar what he wanted to whether it was correct or not.
After telling the blonde that he would get the satisfaction of seeing Angel in a major "woe is me" tantrum and having the younger vampire roll around on the bed in laughter, he got the necessary ingredients ready for the spell.
