Title: All Roads Led to You 3/?
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: After a demon kills his sister Spike takes him out. He isn't prepared for the outcome.
Warnings/Spoilers: Series never happened
Beta'd by:

Prompt #349 from Tamingthemuse- Radius

Note: From now on most of my Tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.

The three minions greeted Spike at the door, smelling Xander from the street. Their mouths all watering. Spike hadn't given them permission to go hunt and they were famished. Stomachs grumbled when they saw Spike carry Xander in. Xander looked a mess but that didn't matter, all that mattered was his blood.

"Back off," Spike barked. "Now!"

The minions backed off but their eyes were still glued to Xander. "We're so hungry," one moaned.

Spike glared. "It's Thomas right?"

Thomas nodded a smile on his face because Spike remembered his name.

"You and the other twits still have about forty-five minutes before sunrise. Go find some homeless person and get a quick nip."

Eager to leave Thomas looked at the others. "Randy, Ian come on!" He ordered.

Before they left Spike stopped them. "I also want you to pick up some human food. Canned soups." They all just stood there staring at their master. "Get a move on or you won't be feeding!" Spike growled menacingly. The minions scurried out the door. Once they were gone Spike carried Xander up the creaky stairs towards the master bedroom. When they reached the room Spike set Xander down on his feet who promptly went to his knees resting on the floor rug.

The radius of the floor rug covered three quarters of the floor. It was soft, Xander couldn't remember the last time he felt something so soft. His hands slowly moved over it loving the feel of it. "Mine?" he asked Spike.

"No," Spike replied and saw Xander's shoulders sagged. "You'll have your own room. With a bed."

"Bed?" Xander said the word as if he didn't know what it was.

Spike knelt down. "How long were you with him?"

"Years," Xander answered.

"Where are your parents?" Spike asked wondering if Xander would be better with them. Maybe they could help him more than he could.

Xander looked up at Spike. "Dead."

Spike realized that not only had Xander been taken but his parents had been killed probably trying to protect their child. "How old were you?"

"Ten," Xander said than shook his head. "Eleven. Twelve?" He became slightly upset not knowing the answer.

"It doesn't matter," Spike told him. "All that matters is that you're safe."

"Safe?" The word felt foreign.

Spike smiled thinking Xander understood. "You're not a slave anymore."

"W-what am I then?" Xander asked.

Surprised it got a full sentence Spike replied. "I don't know… a pet?"

Xander touched his collar. Would he be tied up again like a dog?

Spike realized that he wasn't explaining himself clearly. "A pet is nothing like a slave. A slave is something you don't care about. Something you beat and abuse. A pet on the other hand is treasured. They get taken care of. I want to take care of you. Buy you clothes, make sure you're fed, and give you things that you want and need."

That sounded so good to Xander but it sounded too good to be true. What other choice did he have but to believe what Spike was saying. "Bath now?"

Deciding that meant that would accept the role of his pet Spike helped Xander stand and guided him towards the adjoining room. The bathroom was huge. It had the claw-footed bathtub that Spike had told Xander about, a separate shower, a toilet and a sink with multiple shelves above it. "I don't have any towels so you'll have to use a sheet. I haven't been here long enough to shop." Spike put the lid down on the toilet and set Xander down before turning the water on. More hot water than cold. Steam soon filled the room. "Come on then let's get you in. You'll feel like a new person soon."

Once Xander was settled into the bath he immediately relaxed for the first time in years. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"I don't think I'll be able to make you that papaya soup I promised you but we'll have soup when you're ready to get out. Then I'll show you you're room and you can retire for the night. Well I guess day," Spike said as he sat down. He wanted to make sure nothing happened to Xander. He'd only known him for over an hour and he already felt protective of him. He didn't know if it was Xander's doing or Drusilla's.