Sliding

~ Used to show Spike´s and Xander´s thoughts.

Dru had left him. Dru had left him for slimy Rudolph–wanna be Chaos demon. Dru had left him for a POLITE slimy Rudolph–wanna be Chaos demon! That´s it! That was the last straw. Over a century of devotion and catering to her every whim down the loo, because of one little deal with the Slayer. A deal that saved both their asses. But noooooooo. That wasn´t good enough for his dark princess. No, Daddy was gone, and Spike had helped the nasty white hats make it happen.

He stared at the front seat of his DeSoto, littered with the remains of his drunken binge. His arm was still smoking from being caught out in the sun where he stupidly had passed out watching Slutty and the Poof. The cause of all his woes.

The Poof. Yeah, Angelus, back from Hell, had gone and got himself soul–ified again. What rot! He wanted to flay them both. He wanted Dru back. No! No, he didn´t want her back!. He slammed the last bottle of JD into the dashboard, showering the interior and himself with glass.

~No, what I need is a new pet. Something of my very own. Someone of my very own. ~ His eyes widened as he contemplated this new idea. ~Of my very own. A childe? A lover I pick...~ This was an idea so new it was almost revolutionary to him. He´d always belonged to someone else. His bloody family. His right wicked plum. Already picked out for him. Predestined. He mulled the idea over some more. It was a big step to make a childe. Or he´d always thought it so. A responsibility he´d never been willing to undertake before... Well, because he had Dru to look after.

"That´s it!" He slammed a fist into the dash, not noticing the shard that embedded in his flesh, in jubilation. "No Dru. No Angel/Angelus. Nothing but me and my pet." His smile dimmed a little. But who? Whom should he choose? His mind reeled from the thought. He couldn´t just grab some blighter off the streets. No, that wouldn´t do at all. One of the Slayer´s minions maybe? The memory of the dark eyed beauty his Sire had offered him so long ago rose behind his eyes. That one had been proud even in his fear. Three birds with one stone. It would piss off the Slayer, taking one of her inner circle. It would piss off the Poof, taking someone he´d obviously wanted for himself. And he´d get a stunning pet, so Dru could piss off. His smile grew wide and sharp. "Alright then. Time for me hunt you down my pretty pet. My pressie."

It actually took even less time than he thought to locate his pretty. The boy had practically crossed right in front of the DeSoto coming out of that dismal excuse for a club they called the Bronze. Deciding to hunt his prey by foot, he parked the car and followed, hugging the shadows.

Xander hurried down the street heading for the high school. He was supposed to meet Willow there in a hour. She said she had the answer to their little hormonal overload problem. He snorted to himself. ~Little problem. Like we can´t keep our hands off each other! When did my life turn into a Dark Shadows episode? I mean I think I love Cordelia... But every time Wills and I get in the same space, it´s magnet city. Only with suction. And tongues. Okay, that´s not helping.~ He sighed to himself as he approached the school. ~There´s no way this is gonna come out anyway near good. No matter what. I´ll probably lose all my friends. And the way my life is going, I´ll never graduate. End up living in my parent´s basement, flipping burgers.~

Checking his watch, Xander realized he still had a half hour to wait. He sat on one of the stone benches near the school entrance Annoyed at the stake digging in to his hip, Xander took it out of his pocket and laid it on the bench next to him. He sighed again and leaned over placing his head in his hands. "At least, it can´t get any worse."

He felt more than heard the rustle of leather. "What can´t get any worse, pet?"

~When will I learn to keep my mouth shut!~ Head snapping up, Xander´s heart pounded all the way into his throat. The blond vampire was sitting right next to him casually playing with the stake he had set aside. "Spike."

Spike smiled wide with pleasure at the fear rolling off the boy who to all outward appearances looked calm. "Remember me do you, pet? Xander innit?"

"Yep." Xander closed his eyes in defeat. ~Well at least I won´t have to worry about graduation.~

Spike stared at the boy, slumped on the concrete bench, in shocked confusion. The boy was just sitting there like he was waiting to die. ~This is no fun.~

"Oi! What is all this then?!? Shouldn´t you be screaming and running away? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Xander´s eyes widened. "What?"

"You scream. You run away. I chase you down and things reach their natural conclusion. All proper like. "

~Guess everybody´s right~, Xander thought to himself, ~I do everything wrong. I apparently can´t even die right! Welcome to Life and Death of Xander Harris folks. Try not to throw popcorn at the screen.~

The depressed confusion Xander´d been lost in all day evaporated in a sudden surge of anger. He couldn´t believe this! Okay, his life sucked lately . . . but here he was being bitched out by a pissy vampiric Billy Idol wanna be for not being a proper victim!

A little voice in his head went off and whispered fearfully, ~Uhm. . . Maybe you should scream and run away like a girl. Yah know, get help. Not die.~

~Fuck this! If I´m gonna die, I´m not going to be quiet about it ! Not going to be chased down like every other happy meal on legs. Fighting back now. Can we say not a proper victim class?~

"How cliche. . . How gauche. . . Or as Giles would say, " Xander finished in a horrible yet snooty British accent, "How pathetically pedestrian."

Spike slipped into game face and leaned forward. "There´s a reason it´s a cliche mate." Moving a fraction closer to Xander, he finished smoothly, " Be reasonable now."

"Oh, Be reasonable." Xander smacked his palm to his forehead and jumped to his feet. "Of course, what was I thinking! Is this better?"

Turning to face the vampire, Xander cleared his throat loudly and then whispered in a flat voice, "Eek a vampire. Help. Help."

Trying not to laugh, Spike tilted his head to the side and swept Xander with an appraising look. Anger had given his pretty morsel a flush to his cheeks and a wicked glitter to his eyes. This was better. ~Like that. Nice pressie.~

"Far be it for dinner to be unreasonable!" Xander continued, yelling now, "And why do you have glass sticking out of your hand?!?" ~Huh? Where the hell did that come from?~

Spike glanced down at his hand seeing the glass for the first time, gave up the struggle, and started laughing. He pulled the glass from his hand tossing it to one side.

Carefully watching the vampire remove the glass, Xander had a clear view of the fist that clipped his jaw. As he sunk into blackness, his last thought, ~Well I guess studying for the calc test is moot.~

Xander groaned in pleasure, his eyes flickered open briefly and then closed. ~Ooooooo. Buffy wet dream #27. Go Buff Go. Make me your luv slave...~ Slowly, he began to realize that the bonds that held him immobile where actually cutting into his wrists and ankles. That it hurt. That the wet suction on his cock was a little to wet, and cool. And that Buffy´s hair wasn´t that short, or that platinum. "What the hell?!?!"

Spike released the boy´s cock, and smiled wickedly. "Thought you were gonna sleep right through the best parts, pet." He crawled up Xander, idly stroking the boy´s erection. "Can´t have that, now, can we?"

Throwing himself against his bonds, Xander winced both in pain as they cut further into him, and pleasure as inadvertently thrust in to the vampire´s grip. "You won´t get away with this! Buffy is gonna stake your ass! And then stake the ashes!"

"All ready got away with it. Now, didn´t I precious? No one knows where you are. No one knows who your with. Hell, boy! No one even knows I´m even in town. No gang of white hats are gonna come riding in at the nick of time to save you. So, why don´t you just relax... And maybe I´ll even make this good for you." Spike smiled again and stroked Xander´s cock firmly.

"Go to hell, you peroxide abusing undead freak!" Macho appeased. Now it was time for girly screaming. "Heeeeeelp! Help! Someone HELP me! Hel–"

Xander inhaled and gagged as cloth was rammed into his open mouth. Spike sighed and frowned at the struggling boy. "Breath through your nose, whelp." He waited for the boy to calm down enough to breath. "Not that it was gonna do you any good. No one around here to help you. But that screaming could cut through metal! Nice set of lungs yah got there, pet." He casually stroked a nipple. "Now. If you promise to be all quiet like, I´ll take the gag out. Whatta yah say?"

Xander weighed his options, and then slowly nodded. You never knew. Any little freedom, could make a difference.

"That´s a good boy." Spike smiled, truly pleased. He wanted to hear every little gasp, whimper and moaned he was gonna force out of his boy.

"Now, what say we have a little fun, eh?" Spike purred as he crept slowly back down the Xander´s body.

Xander lifted his head, watching fascinated horror as he realized what Spike was going to do. "Hey not gay here!" Okay, the feeling of someone snorting as they swallowed your cock was definitely an interesting sensation. Gasping, Xander fought back the need to moan. ~Need a distraction. Oh sweet Jesus, who taught him to do that!?!?~ He struggled to separate himself from the pleasure, from his body´s betrayal. "So, not only are you a undead bastard. But a damn cocksucking freak." Disappointed at his own lack of wit, Xander´s groan escaped as a small moan. His body and mind started arguing, as the blond vampire worked his cock in delightful ways.

~Hey, cocksucker not looking like such a brutal put down from here buddy!~

~Yeah! You try being clever and distracting when our last brain cell is leaking out our cock!~

~Uhmmm. Why do we want him to stop again?~

~Shit... I don´t recall. One brain cell left, remember... Oh! Oh! Not gay. Evil vampire. Gonna kill us. Think that´s all of it...~

~Damn. He´s good. If he´s gonna suck us to death, this way, I don´t think I really mind...~

Spike gave the head of the whelp´s cock one last swirl of his tongue, before releasing it from his mouth. The boy was squirming and moaning prettily now, but he didn´t want Xander to go off to soon. Not yet. He smiled and stroked the weeping erection with one hand, sliding the other down his pet´s smooth muscular thigh. Changing positions slightly, the vampire licked along the path his hand had blazed. Finding the large vein there, he shifted in to game face and slide his fangs home.

It didn´t hurt. The bite was painless. Xander´s head had come up as soon as Spike´s mouth had left his cock. Anything he might have said was lost when he saw the vampire shift into game face. It was so fast, he didn´t even have time to tense or be afraid. All he felt was a sting and a draw. It kinda tingled. With the hand on his cock, it kinda tingled in a good way. A very good way. He dropped his head back onto the pillow with a loud moan. ~Great! I´m gonna die and I´M a freak...~

~No! Not yet!~ With a growl, Spike forced himself to stop and let go of the rich flow of blood. Still in game face, he moved slowly back up Xander´s body until they were face to face. "Taste so good pet. YOU tast so good. Like champange. Crisp. Spicey. Rich and yet light. Could drink you forever..." He purred, licking droplets of blood from his lips. ~Will drink you forever, sweet boy.~

The room was spinning ever so slightly. Xander struggled to focus on the vampire. Struggled to be afraid. He was going to die. And no one was going to save him. But all he could feel was a small glimmer of pride that the blond master vampire found him so tasty. Wanted him so much. A small flicker of fight surfaced as he whispered, "Haven´t you heard bout not drinkin´ a wine before it time?"

Spike answered with a low laugh and rough kiss. He thrust his tongue into the whelp´s mouth letting him tast his own blood, before whispering in Xander´s ear. "Oh, it time. It´s your time, pet."

Spike chuckled as he straddled Xander. "Gonna give you a pressie, pet. Your not gonna die a virgin. Well not a complete virgin anyway. Gonna give you somethin´ special."

Xander had a moment to wonder why he had noticed that Spike had, at sometime, lost his boots and jeans. Only a moment. Only a moment to gurgle a large breathless moan as Spike sunk on to him. Encased him in tight, almost unyielding, flesh. Weak from blood loss, he still managed to thrash in painful pleasure. So tight it hurt. So tight, he screamed when the vampire started to ride him in a quick slamming rock.

Caught between laughing and moaning, Spike hissed and let himself ripple into game face. The dual pleasure of his pet´s scream of pleasure and the writhing body beneath him, in him, edged him closer to the brink. It was time.

Thoughts of dying. Any thoughts at all fled. All Xander was at that moment was an exploding bundle of nerves. So far gone, he didn´t hear the vampire moaning hiss. Didn´t feel the fangs in his throat.

And he never even felt himself slip away.

"Hung–ry..." It was what he was. All that he was. An empty void of hunger that swirled beneath his skin, behind his eyes, making his teeth hurt. Cold. Hard. And empty. A blackness that obliterated everything else. His memory. His sense of self. All gone...Buried, cold and dead.

"There. There, pet. I know you´re hungry. Sire´s got it covered. Told yah, I was gonna take care of yah."

"Sirrrre..." He hissed on stolen breath. "Hungrrrry." He looked around the room for something to feed the void, to stop the pain. Anything. He started to get up, off the bed, needing to move.

"Oi! You stay put." A hand pushed him back down. "Don´t move. I´ll be right back, pet."

Torn between needing to move and obeying the voice, he sat on the bed clutching at the sheets. He stared at his feet, willing them to move. They just stared back. Laughter started to bubble up and out of his mouth. His hands, absorbed in the sheets, found a new pursuit, slapping across his mouth trying to keep the laughter in. He thought, "This is it. I´ve finally gone insane. Complete and total starkers. Padded cell city."

The void, the hunger, rippled inside him, pulsing. He whimpered and reflexively clutched at his stomach. Mildly surprised that the skin was intact, he looked down. He felt, surely, that he had been torn open and his insides ladled out with an ice cream scoop. Why else would he feel so empty... So quiet. So cold. He could even see the sundae dished, in his mind´s eye, scoop of heart, scoop of lung, couple of rib bones with intestine sprinkles. Bloody Sundae. The laughter started again.

His head snapped up at an intruding sound. He hadn´t heard his Sire´s silent return, but something else. A pounding beat. Rasping, gasping breath. The stench of fear and blood. His vision telescoped to the woman his Sire held in his grasp. He growled, felt his his face ripple, and his teeth drop. But still he could not move from the bed.

"There now, pet. See what I got for my good boy? Doesn´t she look yummy?"

The woman shuddered, tears running down her face, but didn´t scream or struggle. She was middle aged, not gorgeous but handsome in a way, looking aged far beyond her years. Her face was red, eyes swollen and rimmed with tears. Snot ran from her nose. Blood leaking from little scrapes and cuts over her arms. She was the most beautiful thing he´d ever seen. She was his world. "Yes. Hungry."

"Don´t mind him." His Sire confided conspiratorially to the terrified woman. "He´s not quite all the way back yet. Be honored your his first. Tamara wasn´t it?"

His Sire pushed her closer to the bed. He clutched at the mattress, ripping through the sheets. He was growling low and non stop. Stopping just out of his reach, his Sire looked at him with pride. It might have made him glow, helped fill the void, if he wasn´t so hungry.

"My good boy! Isn´t he a good boy, Tammy?" She only cringed and tried to shrink away from them both.

He could hear her heartbeat race. Smell the fear in her sweat. It filled him with a pleasurable anticipation. Seem to make the void inside him tremble and pulse quicker. "Sirrrre!?!"

His Sire smiled indulgently at him, and then whispered to the woman once more. "Isn´t he lovely? Remember our deal." With a single push, his Sire propelled the woman onto the bed. "Here you go, pet. Bon Apetite. Try and take your time, hmmm? You only get one first."

He caught the squirming woman and pressed her to the bed. Her gasps, the beating of her heart, the sound of the blood rushing under her skin, these were a complex symphony to his ears. He inhaled deeply the bouquet of her fear. Pressing himself against her, he warmed himself in the heat of her body. It was overwhelming.

"That´s it pet. Savor her." His Sire, his master,purred. He could hear the pride in his voice.

Moaning a little, he licked at the salty fear laced sweat pooling in the shallow hollow of the woman´s throat. Salty, sour and sweet all at the same time. Almost intoxicating. Trembling, but still no screams, the woman went limp underneath him. Surrendering completely. He could smell it. Feel it. Taste it. He needed to taste more. Needed to feed. He licked his way up the side of her neck. Feeling, tasting, hearing the rush of blood under her skin, he struck swiftly and purred with contentment that he had hit the big vein on the first try.

"Good pet. Good boy. Knew you were the right one...Now, didn´t I? Fast. Quick. Deadly. Aren´t you, my pet. Bright, beautiful boy..."

Vaguely, he could hear his Sire´s voice purring in the air behind him, but that was burned away with all his senses, when the inferno of blood hit his mouth and washed down the back of his throat. His body took over. Mouth locked and sealed over the throat. Arms crushed the body to his. No escape. No intervention. No salvation. This was true intoxication. A scalding heat that filled the cold empty void inside of him. Filled every cell of him. The beginning. The end. The everything.

Eventually the blood flow sputtered and stopped. Slowly, as the feeding haze cleared, he realized he was both hard, and had been humping the now cooling corpse. He idly wondered if he should find that embarrassing, but was given no time to think it through. He growled as the body was torn from him, flung to the floor, and he was flipped over.

"Spike..." It was both a purr and a growl, low in his throat. "Sire." The smile his Sire bestowed on him was blinding. Full of pride and lust. He was sure he´d never seen anyone´s eyes darken like that or sparkle that much. And when did he get naked? Gloriously sculpted alabaster marble naked.

He had only a second to ponder Spike´s lack of clothing, before he was pounced on and pinned to the mattress. Now, so close, the smile held dark promises. So many promises. He flicked his tongue out licking his lip in anticipation. "Yes. I´m your Sire." He shivered uncontrollably as Spike licked at his mouth, catching the blood, still warm, smeared there. "And you´re my Childe. Mine."

Moaning, he pressed his head back into the sheets as his Sire, as Spike, undulated against his body. He needed... He needed... "Please... Anything you want. Everything. Take me. Yours." Of one thing he was sure, he´d never belonged to anyone before. Not like this. And he wanted it. Badly. It felt so absolutely right. Seemed to fill the void, all the little corners, even more tightly than appeasing the hunger.Black and Red. Cold and Heat.

"Yeah. Waited long enough for this..." Spike´s mouth descended on his, ruthlessly taking his, and he opened to accept the lunging, prying tongue. He could taste ashes and smoke, blood and whiskey, life and death, in that kiss. So complex and yet so simple. He became lost to that kiss. Lost in that kiss. So lost, that he didn´t notice his Sire shift his body. Didn´t notice a slick finger breach his virgin anus, until electricity shot up his spine.

"Fuck!"

"Like that did you? Told you. Knew you would. For all your protesting..." Spike chuckled low and deep, smooth silk in his ear. He felt another finger join the first and begin to pump in and out of him, hitting that electric switch again and again. Whispering and nipping at his ear, his Sire asked "Ready to lose your last cherry, kitten? Ready for me to fuck you?"

He spread as wide as he possibly could, arching into Spike and his magic fingers, his cock hard and weeping. All he could manage was a breathless moan and "Yergh." When he meant to say yes. Scream yes.

"Alright then." Apparently, incoherent babble was just another language Spike had no problems interpreting.

He did scream then. He screamed in pain and pleasure, gutted on Spike´s cock. Spike ramming in and out of him, full length. Hard, fast, and brutal.He felt something give and tear inside him, and knew that his earlier imagining, of an empty cavern where his internal organs weren´t, was just that, imaginary. He wasn´t empty. He had never been more filled in his life, and he never felt more alive. More possessed. He loved it, and began to growl and meet his Sire´s thrusts. "Harder Spike! Yes! Fuck me raw!" He howled as his Sire complied, and then screamed when a hand grabbed his cock. "Yes!"The hand yanked harshly at his cock, and he could feel his brain begin to bubble. Alien incomprehensible sounds rose from his mouth. His body shuddering and tensing out of his control. Last thing he felt, the thing that pushed him over the edge was the plunge of Spike´s teeth into his throat. He howled and his body exploded atom by atom.

Somewhere. Very, very far away. He could hear a voice speaking. It sounded like Spike. His eyes fluttered open, and greeted Spike´s concerned countenance. "Thought I shagged you into a second death there for sec, pet..." He was gathered into strong pale arms. "Bloody marvelous you are... Gonna keep you pet. Forever."

"Yes Spike." He smiled and leaned into the hand caressing his cheek.

"Are you remembering yet, kitten? Do you know your name?" The voice was deceptively calm.

"Xander. I´m Xander." He paused as something occurred to him. "I´m a vampire now aren´t I, Spike? And you´re my Sire."

"Yes. A splendid wicked vampire." Spike sighed and smiled against his skin. "My naughty wicked boy."

"Hmmm. Spike?" He felt as if someone had hit a switch in his head marked random thought generator. "Why didn´t she scream?"

"What?" Spike drew back confused. "You mean dear, dead Tammy? Cause I made a deal with her."

"Uhmm. Why?"

"Told her if she didn´t scream, I wouldn´t kill ´er husband. He´s tied up downstairs, by the by." He paused thoughtfully. "Right! Listen carefully. This is your first lesson in Torture 101. Birds have no compunction against screaming, or crying. They´re always nattering on about somthin´ or other, getting them to shut up is the twist. So, by pressuring her not to scream, on pain of death of her husband..."

"You increased her inner torture and fear."

"Very good. You are my wicked smart boy aren´t you?"

Xander smiled and basked in the praise.

"Now with the blokes. It´s usually the opposite. They will do anything not to scream. Which makes it so much more fun to break them."

Xander nodded. " M´Kay. Not very PC though...Kinda last century..."

Spike snorted. "We´re evil vampires luv. We don´t do PC. Of course, there´re always exceptions. Delightful exceptions."

Smiling at Spike´s thoughtful expression, Xander stroked his Sire´s chest. "What are we gonna do now, Spike?"

"Well, thought we take a walk down stairs, and give you your first lesson in applied torture techniques. What do you say to that pet?"

"I thought you promised not to kill him?"

"Never said nothing about you killing him, now did I?" Spike smiled wickedly, the dark promises back.

"No. You didn´t. Did you." Xander met and matched his smile. "I´m thinking I like this idea. But what after, Spike?"

"After, we find ourselves a nice hidey hole, we do. Make sure Slutty and the Poof can´t find us for awhile. I train and you learn. And we plan."

"Coolness. So you wanna go downstairs? Or..." Xander drawled out the last word, sure his eyes were shining.

"Or what pet?"

"Or you want to fuck me again? Cause I´m thinking––Mrpfff"

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