Title: Faithful Childe

Author: Anyssia

Fandom: BtVS,

Prompt: prompt 172, ‘Irenic’, Taming The Muse (LJ)

Pairing: Spike/Xander

Warnings: explicit sex/violence, unbeta’ed

Rating: PG-17 / M

Status: 1,700 words, one-shot, 11/07/2009

Summary: Xander wakes up for the first time since Spike drained him.

Note: Sequel to Learning Respect.

Xander woke up abruptly to the sound of punk music and the roar of an old car. He sat up gingerly and pressed his hands to his ears, trying to keep the noise away. It hurt and rang into his head and the smell of exhaust and gas were stinging his sensitive nose. His eyes were close shut too, but the small light that reflected behind his eyelids felt as if someone was stabbing his brain with lightning bolts.

Underneath all the strange scents and the gritty taste of dust, a wonderful perfume tickled his nose and turned without even thinking. He concentrated on this, turning all his senses toward this presence.

Xander waited a moment then slowly opened his eyes, wary of the harsh light and unknown setting.

The first thing he saw was he graceful hand resting on the steering wheel, pale and frail looking. He followed the hand to the arm and then to the face, careful not to turn too fast, in case he set off his spiking senses again.

Spike stared at him without a word, immobile and calm, and Xander realized that all those good feelings evoked by his senses came from him.

The car rocked a few times and bumped in a pothole, before coming to a halt. Xander sighed in relief when a blessed silence fell in the car, even if he could still hear the tinkling of the cooling engine and the rustling of leather next to him.

Two cool hands settled on his head and Xander slid back against the driver’s chest with a groan. He let himself be soothed by those clever hands then half turned to nuzzle the man’s wrist.

The vampire behind him purred and Xander giggled helplessly.

“Xander? How do you feel, pet?

He raised his head and looked into his Sire’s eyes. The vampire was studying him still, as if waiting for something. He was tensed and his hand twitched toward the knife lying on the dashboard.

“Spike?” Xander asked shyly.

“Yeah, Spike. Do you remember who you are?”

The vampire talked slowly and he seemed on guard, ready to strike at any sign of attack. It made Xander wants to laugh; there was no way that he would go against his Sire.

“Of course, I do,” he answered with a teasing smile. Xander straightened up and gazed around him, taking in the old, battered car and the darken windows. “Is it the DeSoto? I didn’t know you still had it.”

Spike was still looking at him fixedly, a frown marring his beautiful face, and Xander reached out to smooth it. He thought a second that Spike would turn his head, but he let him touch.

Xander stroke his cheeks gently, then turned back toward the windows. There was nothing to see anywhere; they had stopped on the highway, in the middle of nowhere and there were no handy signpost to direct him.

“Where are we?”

“Not far from Seattle. I heard there was a shaman there that might be able to deactivate the chip.”

Spike spoke slowly, apparently puzzled by something and Xander wondered again what had set him on edge. “Really? That’s great, you’ll be whole again!” he said with a happy grin.

Spike spluttered for a second before regaining his calm. “Great? Aren’t you going to scream bloody murder?”

“Of course not,” Xander answered, rolling his eyes.

Spike could almost hear the ‘you silly’ behind.

“How long have we been gone? Did Dracula kill everybody?” Xander asked absently, more because he wanted to hear his Sire talk some more than from concern.

;;;

Spike sucked in a breath and stared at the boy, as if trying to see through him. This wasn’t what he had been preparing himself for.

After he had turned the whelp, he had gone to retrieve his car and loaded it with what he had left. The boy had been set carelessly in the seat next to him and he had driven out of Sunnydale without a backward glance.

He had had no intention to meet Dracula and he certainly didn’t care enough about the girls to challenge him. With his pig blood diet, there was very little chance that he would be able to keep up with him for more than five minutes, anyway.

Now, two days later, even has he was waiting for his new minion to wake up, he found himself saddled with this twisted version of the Scooby boy. He should have gained a vampire, faithful, feral and starving, not the uncaring twin of the whelp. Or maybe...

“The Watcher talked for a while about mojo-ing you so you wouldn’t be possessed by every demon and ghosts visiting Sunnyhell. Did he do it?”

“Yep, of course. I wonder if that’s why Drac couldn’t penetrate my mind like the last time.”

The boy was still talking as if he didn’t really care about all this and it was grating on Spike’s nerve. “Dracula... Yeah, I reckon all your girls must be drained for now, or wishing they were,” Spike spat in an attempt to get a rise of the boy.

Xander raised an eyebrow and shrugged, unconcerned. “Well, too bad,” he replied simply, encouraging Spike to abandon this topic, since he seemed to irritate him. As Giles would have said, ‘let’s keep an irenic spirit’. Or maybe it was an ‘open mind’. Well, never mind.

Stunned, Spike sat back without answering for a moment. The boy took advantage of his position to snuggle against him and he automatically put him arms around him.

This wasn’t right. He had turned the whelp so he would be able to have some fun with him by torturing this soulless version of the boy, since he couldn’t actually hurt the human.

But this, this wasn’t a vampire. The body was undead, the scent was that of an Aurelius vampire and he could see that the boy was getting aware of his hunger, but he wasn’t a mindless minion.

Still, he wasn’t exactly the White Knight either. Xander would have been using his fists for a while now, if he had been himself. It was obvious that Spike hadn’t kept his promise to save the girls and yet, the boy didn’t care.

So, not a pure demon, but not a pure human soul either...

“Tell me, pet. What is the most important thing for you?”

“You, of course, Sire!” Xander exclaimed, apparently shocked that Spike needed to ask.

Spike stared at him for a moment, before a wicked smile stretched his lips slowly. He grabbed the boy by his hair and kissed him aggressively, drawing blood.

The boy didn’t seem to mind the violent embrace and returned the kiss with enthusiasm, hugging him and all but wrapping himself around his Sire. He was eager to please and the supple body felt good against Spike’s.

It had been so long since anyone had really tried to make him feel good, Spike was almost overwhelmed.

Buffy had been good and well, but he had been a plaything, not a lover. His job had been to fuck her until she screamed and shred his back with her nails and to give her an opponent able to keep up with her.

Harmony had been a bitch, a minion too young to know how to pleasure and without any family bond to him.

And Drusilla. Drusilla had been his Sire and his Dark Princess, and it had been more or less the same relationship as with Buffy; satisfying her at any time and caring for her.

Here he was now, miles away from the Hellmouth, with a possible lead to someone that might be able to take care of his chip, and a new – unexpected – Childe.

Well, he might not have been trying for this, but it was what he had gotten and he might as well reap the benefices.

Spike shove Xander away and jerked open his fly, pushing his jeans to his knees in one move. He glanced at the boy and grinned when he saw him staring at his rock hard cock, almost salivating. He moved back his seat, away from the steering wheel and spread his legs as much as he could.

“Come in here Childe, and make me feel good,” he ordered, waving his leaking cock with a roll of his hips.

Xander didn’t wait another second and jumped over, swallowing his cock all at once, until it was lodged in the back of his throat. The boy sucked and licked, and obviously didn’t really know what he was doing.

But it didn’t matter, because it had been so long since anyone had gone down on Spike with enthusiasm that it wouldn’t be too hard to make him come.

Xander sucked hard several times, coming back up to lick the head, before swallowing him again. He stroke the smooth skin of his Sire, everywhere he could touch, rolling the heavy balls in one hand and smearing pre-come and saliva all over. It was messy and really not an expert work, but he didn’t care because this was his Sire’s cock in his mouth and he thought that he might come from that alone.

Spike raised his legs and pushed against the dashboard, thrusting in his boy’s mouth hard. He pumped his cock in the welcoming mouth without caution, too lost in the waves of pleasure engulfing him. It was just too much, one more moan vibrating over his cock, a few hard thrust, and he was coming, his cock throbbing deep in his Childe’s throat.

He took a moment to enjoy the pleasure of a good orgasm and an eager lover.

They needed to leave soon, to reach Seattle before sunup, and his boy needed to feed, but he didn’t care right now.

He was beginning to think that the Hellmouth really wasn’t a place for him; he hadn’t left for two days that already his luck was coming back. Spending the next century with this half-human, half-vampire Childe would not be a hardship if the boy was half as faithful as he seemed to be. They would have a lot of time to hone his skill at sucking cock and he would take a lot of pleasure in teaching him how to take his Sire’s cock.

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