Trickster

by
Lit Gal

Part Four

Angelus still had his hands up in some human gesture of surrender, but among vampires there was only one way to surrender, and putting up one’s hands certainly did not qualify.

“You will not use such a disrespectful tone when speaking to my companion and my chosen childe,” Xander said as he eased forward. Like a foolish youth, Angelus’ eyes went to the table, and at the word childe, he growled menacingly. Xander refrained from laughing at such pointless bravado.

“Oi, that’s bloody right, watch your tone, Peaches,” Spike added from his side of the room, and Angelus now turned to look more closely at Spike. His glance froze at the rope securing Spike’s legs to the table, and that was the moment Xander needed. He lunged forward expecting to close his hand around Angelus’ throat just as he had with his Spike, but Angelus was more prepared than Xander counted on. Angelus gracefully sidestepped the attack and spun to launch one of his own. A younger vampire would have gone sailing by, stumbling past and presenting his vulnerable back, but Xander was not a young vampire. He pulled back and braced into the blow so that when Angelus’ bulk hit him he literally tossed the larger vampire to the side.

Xander smiled wickedly at the sound of Angelus falling on one of the many platforms with a nasty crack. Before Angelus could scramble back to his feet, Xander threw a vicious kick, catching the fallen vampire on the side of the head. Angelus went sprawling onto his back with his head making a sickening thump against the cold concrete floor as the body went limp. Xander went for the kill, leaping onto Angelus, but realized one second too late that his prey had once again deceived him.

Moving with the savage grace of a predator, Angel twisted out of the way and neatly aimed his stake for Xander’s heart, but Xander brought his arm down in a sweeping arc and deflected the blow. Of course, he still found himself retreating with a stake in his stomach as Angelus regained his feet, but better than a stake in the heart, Xander mused as he pulled out the offending wood. Ignoring the wound which was already healing, Xander twirled the stake in his fingers as he laughed confidently.

“You seem to have lost your veapon,” he pointed out, but Angelus simply circled with a low growl in his throat. Xander watched the larger vampire warily circle, shifting enough to keep his newly acquired stake poised for the kill. This one had patience and skill, but Xander was growing tired of the game. The fighting and the smell of blood had fired his lust. He needed to go back to his pet. He risked a glance that way, and his young hellcat had managed to stand, his legs spread and tied to the table legs and his arms chained behind his back. Xander found himself both amused by and proud of the expression of concern on his pet’s face. Didn’t his pet trust him to take care of one abomination of a vampire?

Xander may have stolen a look at his beautiful hellion, but he had not taken his attention from the predator stalking him. Angelus obviously had missed that memo because the large vampire rushed him. Xander refrained from going for the heart. Xander danced back as Angelus hissed a Gaelic curse, but the more he fought this powerful creature whose moves included the control of a far older vampire, the more Xander suspected that killing such a beauty before enjoying him would be… unforgivable. Instead he feinted to the side and sunk the stake deep into Angelus’ thigh, pulling it out in a flash as he leapt back across the room.

“That is the vay one fights with a stake. One must never actually let go of the veapon,” Xander informed the snarling Angelus who now leaned heavily against an unstable wooden chair that creaked so that Xander could hear it from 12 feet away. Thigh wounds hurt; this Xander knew from experience. However, Angelus only snarled once before shaking his head and returning to human features.

“Xander, this isn’t you,” Angelus held up a hand, palm first, and Xander fell back in confusion. One minute he was battling a demon worthy of fighting, the next he faced a human who seemed to have lost all survival instincts and common sense. No wonder his little hellcat had so much trouble trusting himself or his new Master.

“But these are my hands, my arm, my legs. I fail to see what is not mine,” Xander commented sarcastically as he held his arms wide as though to display how each part of him was Xander. Angelus ignored the bait.

“You’re not a vampire, Xander. This is a spell, and Giles is going to fix it.”

“I am not the one who seems confused about who he is. About vhat he is,” Xander pointed out as the now human-faced Angelus walked towards him with that palm up gesture that no vampire would ever use.

“If the slayer’s dead little minion sent ya to protect the boy, it’s obvious ya aren’t needed, Peaches,” Spike snapped, and Xander realized that his pet was trying to draw Angelus’ attention, a dangerous move considering his helplessness in chains.

“She’s not dead,” Angelus snapped back.

Spike snorted. “She’s a soddin’ ghost, means she’s dead.”

“Hush, childe,” Xander chided softly. Angelus turned his attention back to Xander, which Xander considered good since his young one could not defend himself.

“Xander, think about it, until tonight you were human,” Angelus argued. At that, Xander truly laughed, and Angelus’ expression grew angry and pinched as he stood with one outstretched hand, and angled his body slightly. Still prepared for a fight, Xander realized.

“I haven’t been human since my sire turned me, to gain revenge against my father for siding with King István,” said Xander loftily. “ That was a number of years ago since, as I recall, they were arguing over the new laws that condemned the pagans who worshipped the vampyra as gods.” That got a shocked look. Xander took a risk and turned his back to Angelus as though the vampire meant nothing. Mid turn, he suddenly spun around and attacked, grabbing that foolishly outstretched arm and pulling so that Angelus stumbled forward. Xander neatly slipped the stake between two ribs, puncturing a lung and then retreating as Angelus hissed and slid back into game face.

Normally Xander would consider such a young master below him, but Angelus with his sudden shifts from deadly, confident predator to tentative peacemaker made him difficult to judge, and therefore difficult to defeat. Of course, Xander had no doubt that he would win, but he did start to consider which prize he wanted to claim, so he merely waited for Angelus’ next move, circling.

Angelus fought his way up to one knee, one hand pressed against the fresh wound in his side. His injured leg was clearly slowing him down… at least, so it appeared, but Xander wasn’t going to be tricked into attacking too soon. Not again. Instead he made his next circle wider. He had earlier abandoned a long chain and a whip when he had chosen to take his pet over his knee. Now he returned to that table. Never taking his eyes from his opponent, Xander draped the chain over his shoulder as he took the whip, letting the long tail drag in the dust on the ground. He smiled at the thought of what his Nusa would have done to him for abusing a good whip by dragging it on the concrete.

“Xander, we just need to wait for a while until Giles can undo the spell,” Angelus said reasonably. “This isn’t you.”

Xander looked down at him, raising his chin proudly. “I am Xander sired by Nusa the Strigoi, killer of knights. I have tasted the blood of five slayers and killed the royal dragon of the Shu-hi. My sire ruled her own Hellmouth, and now I claim this Hellmouth as my own, just as I claim Spike of the line Aurelius, childe of Drusilla as my own.” Xander spoke the words slowly, carefully so that Angelus would know who was about to force him to submit. On the last word, he struck out with the whip, aiming for the back of Angelus’ neck.

When Angelus grabbed the whip and tried to pull it from his hand, the trap closed. The chain which he had so carelessly draped over shoulder swung around and hit Angelus on the side of his neck hard enough to knock him off his feet with a grunt of surprise, and this time Xander struck.

He grabbed the arm from Angelus’ uninjured side and looped a length of chain around it even as Angelus struggled to pull himself free. Xander slipped a lock through the links and snapped it shut while keeping hold of the chain’s trailing end. He reached down to grab for Angelus’ other hand, but the vampire again showed control beyond his years. Instead of panicking, Angelus threw himself backwards to land on that dilapidated chair, breaking it and providing himself with a new set of weapons: sharp, jagged, wooden weapons.

Xander wasn’t going to lose his advantage by getting in a fight in such close quarters. The oldest and wisest could sometimes get caught by a lucky strike with a stake, and Xander was too old and too wise to ignore that danger. However, Xander did not release the chain either. Angelus would be his. He darted back and used it as a leash, pulling the vampire off balance with unpredictable jerks that made Angelus move exactly where Xander dragged him. Angelus didn’t go easily; he snarled and counterattacked, swinging his makeshift stake dangerously close. One last quick dart backwards, and Xander stood below a draped chain. He reached up, lock in hand, and clicked the wrist leash to the chain dangling conveniently from a beam overhead, the padlock closing with a snick just in time for him to jump backwards and out of reach.

“Bloody hell,” Spike softly cursed, and Xander didn’t answer his pet. Now was the time for another type of fight all together.

Xander stepped back to consider his captive in the dim light of the warehouse. Angelus’ hand gripped his stake, his knuckles turning white. Xander wished for a moment that he had a way to winch up the chain, to watch Angelus pulled to his toes and struggling to keep his balance. Xander lightly palmed his erection through his pants as he considered the pleasure of watching such a sight, but it was not to be this night.

Instead, Angelus had enough chain to stand with his hands at his waist as he kept his defensive stance. He would be better off submitting, begging to be taken into the court of his elders, but Xander looked at those furious eyes that followed him and smelled the anger. No, this was not one who would submit, and if he did play at submission in order to save his neck, he would not submit for long. This was a toy to play with and discard. Here was a body that would move as gracefully under him as it had in their fight, and Xander knew exactly how to make that happen whether or not Angelus volunteered.

Xander walked over to the shelf and bent down to retrieve the dusty crossbow he had seen earlier. Weapon in hand, he walked back to the table where his pet stood. He ran a hand across Spike’s back before he stooped to pick up the fallen cloak without saying a word. Talking was for those who needed to cover their fear or their incompetence: Xander had no such need.

He sat on the table and reached out for the back of Spike’s neck, pulling his pet back down into his lap as he once again draped the cloak over that bound and naked body. He would not expose his pet to Angelus’ gaze, even if his pet had exposed himself by allowing the cloak to drop. The silence fell heavy, and Xander understood the mute war between himself and Angelus. Angelus was trapped, unable to hide from the crossbow. Xander calmly waited to hear Angelus’ plea so that he could begin to understand how to put pressure on his new prey. Oh, Angelus would never replace his Spike, but he could be entertaining for a night or two before Xander tied him to a tree and left him for the sun.

Xander put the crossbow on the table next to his leg and softly stroked Spike’s cheek. His hellcat’s body was tense and rigid, his head still angled up and staring at Angelus. Xander put gentle pressure on Spike’s head, and Spike slowly lowered his head to Xander’s lap. Xander didn’t miss the low guttural snarl from Angelus, and that was one weakness with which to amuse himself. Xander pulled the cloak down some so that Spike’s ass was covered but Angelus could watch Xander caress his pet’s back and shoulders. Oh yes, that was a weakness. Angelus pulled at the chain as though he could rip it from the ceiling.

“Xander, you’re going to hate yourself when the spell ends and you wake up,” Angelus snapped.

“No, Angelus, I will not,” Xander replied calmly, and there was another weakness exposed. Angelus assumed that anyone who so cherished Spike would be sorry later. Clearly the Aurelius master either blamed Spike for some great transgression, or perhaps blamed himself in some way. The second fit better with what he knew of Angelus’ curse. Besides, while Xander could imagine Spike harassing and annoying his elders to distraction, he could not imagine such a pet inspiring such hatred. He simply continued stroking the lovely back and watching Angelus’ increasingly desperate struggles.

“I go by Angel. You know that, Xander.” Xander didn’t even bother answering that one. The entire Aurelius line was obviously infected by insanity, not that he cared in the case of his pet. Right now, though, he had a cock hard with lust and two powerful young vampires with whom to play. Spike either feared Angelus or feared disappointing Angelus. For his part, Angelus hated that someone else touched the fierce little hellcat, and yet had never managed to hold the younger vampire’s loyalty. How to make use of such information?

Xander picked up the crossbow and aimed it at Angel while still stroking Spike’s side. Yes, pointing the weapon one handed was rather arrogant and a tad flashy, but Xander had always been famous for being both. Sometimes it really was all about style.

“Toss the stake away, Angel,” Xander put a mocking emphasis on the name. Angel stared at him, silent and immobile for several minutes. Xander returned the stare, coldly willing to turn the pretty toy to dust, but certainly hoping he didn’t have to before enjoying full use of it. Finally, Angel tossed the piece of wood far out of reach. Xander visually checked for any other possible weapon, but the overhead chain was far enough from any table or platform or chair. Xander slid out from under Spike’s head and knelt down to untie the ropes.

“‘Bout time, losin’ circulation here,” Spike complained mildly. Xander reached out and pulled the cloak off before using the chain that bound Spike’s wrists to help him stand. Spike’s cock bobbed comically despite his earlier release, and Xander could imagine the pleasure one would feel at seeing two masters fight over oneself. With a new game in mind, Xander guided Spike over towards Angel, keeping him just out of reach before stopping him.

“Spread your legs,” Xander ordered, and Spike obeyed after a quick glance at Angel. Both vampires needed this lesson. Xander moved up behind Spike, pressing his clothed body against Spike’s back, and Spike’s trapped hands moved for his belt. Clever fingers worked into the waistband of his pants, and Xander allowed his pet this subtle disobedience even as he reached around and ran a hand over his beauty’s side and stomach.

“To whom do you belong?” Xander asked loud enough for Angel to hear. Again, the momentary flash of something… fear perhaps or perhaps just a reluctance to allow his former master to see him obedient to another. Of course, Spike’s position was already quite clear as he stood with his legs spread and his erect cock displayed, leaning back into Xander’s embrace and allowing his new master to support much of his weight.

“I belong to Xander sired by Nusa the Strigoi, killer of knights,” Spike answered. He began quietly, hesitating over the word “belong”, but by the end, Spike’s voice was not only strong but also defiant. Yes, let the young one defy his old master as he demonstrated loyalty to his new one. Xander rewarded his pet by running his fingernails across Spike’s stomach just hard enough to leave subtle trails of red on pale skin that made his pet shiver happily.

“Who do you serve?”

“I serve you; I obey you.” No hesitation at all that time. Xander reached around to caress the head of Spike’s cock, making the younger vampire moan and thrust while Angel snarled and pulled at the chain again.

“What is your line?”

“Turned by Drusilla granddaughter of Darla, favored childe of the Master of the Aurelius line; sired by Xander childe of Nusa the Strigoi, daughter of Dracula, Master of the Dracul line.” Xander sneered at Angel who had nearly dislocated his arm at that declaration. Angel thrashed and pulled at the chain so that the links rattled loudly and dust from the beam overhead drifted down. His pet would always have the blood of the Aurelius, but he would accept Xander as sire and teacher. The demon within this soul-maddened vampire would have to learn to live with that loss.

“Spike, don’t ye play this game, boy.” Xander felt Spike’s back go stiff at the threat even though he continued to move into Xander’s hand as though the words meant nothing to him. Oh, so the Master of the Aurelius line cared. Xander would have wept at the sheer pathos of the situation: a sire who wished to sire, and a childe who wished to be a childe and neither willing to turn to each other. He would have wept, except for the fact that he couldn’t care less about the tiresome insanities of the Aurelius line. Angel’s incompetence meant that Spike was now and would always be his.

“If you truly have a soul, if you relinquish all claims to your vampire heritage, why do you care who Spike claims as sire?” Xander asked with feigned surprise. “You have given up on being a vampire, yes?” Angel’s only answer was a growl, but Xander didn’t expect an answer. He could smell the animal blood infecting Angel… blood that proved just how far Angel would go to deny his nature. However, he could also smell Angel’s steadily growing lust which proved no vampire could deny his true nature forever. Of course right now he could also smell Spike’s nearing orgasm.

He pulled his hand back, and Spike nearly lost his balance trying to continue thrusting with his legs still spread and his arms chained behind him. Xander quickly wrapped an arm around Spike’s waist and pulled the smaller vampire back against him even as Angel went into game face. Xander then learned the depths of his hellcat’s sadism as Spike tilted his head to the side in clear submission, leaning his head back so that the front of his neck curved out. It was a gesture no vampire would make lightly, and Angel yanked the chain so hard that Xander could smell the blood from where he had stripped skin from his wrists. Even the smell of fresh vampire blood couldn’t mask the lust that bloomed in Angel’s scent when Spike submitted. If his pretty hellion wanted to help torture Angel, he could arrange that too.

“Go to the table,” Xander ordered as he returned to the shelves. He retrieved the equipment he needed and turned around to find Spike bent over the side of the table so that Angel had a perfect view of his ass. Not surprisingly, Angel couldn’t take his eyes from it. Xander chuckled softly at the childish antics. He walked to his pet and slapped him hard on his already-welted ass.

“Oi, watch the goods,” Spike complained loudly. Give the boy an audience, and that attitude really became quite entertaining, Xander realized. Xander didn’t respond as he unlocked first the chain around Spike’s waist and then the loops around each wrist. Spike pulled his wrists around to the front where he rubbed them, and Xander gestured at the table.

“Face up,” he said with the ropes from the shelf in hand. Spike gave him a dirty leer complete with a cocked eyebrow.

“Got a bit of a kink there, do ya?” Spike asked.

“I’m a vampire, little one. Ve all have kinks.” Xander replied as he tried to stifle the urge to laugh. Really the boy needed to learn to obey faster, but Xander couldn’t get upset when the delays were so amusing. Xander gave Spike a swift swat on the leg, and Spike hopped up so his butt was on the table before he swung his legs to the side and lay down.

Xander gave Angel an appraising look before walking to the end of the table and positioning Spike: legs wide open, butt about a third of the way down the table, arms stretched over his head. Xander spared a single touch down the side of Spike’s rigid and tight cock which twitched with lust. Xander then quickly secured each of Spike’s limbs to a table leg using rope so that his pet would hold position. Spike pulled slightly against each of the restraints before relaxing.

Xander walked to the far side of the table so that he could stroke his pet’s vulnerable and helpless body as he watched Angel who still fought the chain. At least he fought the chain between bouts of standing perfectly still staring at Spike’s bound and aroused body.

Xander watched, fascinated as the cycle continued. Angel would stare for several seconds, the musk of vampire lust heavy from him, and then he would jerk his eyes away as though burned and stare somewhere else. Xander could imagine the pain his young one had suffered through such apparent rejection. To have a sire not want one, not desire one, not throw one down on the floor and use one… such cruelty. And while cruelty to a human or one’s enemies was to be admired, Xander did not understand how Angel could be cruel to one who had called him sire. The Aurelius line truly was flawed beyond saving.

“So, do you vant to hear the game?” he asked with a slow, sinful smile.

Part Five

Angel stood silent, a wary expression on his face as he backed up as far as the chain allowed. Oh yes, he was just no starting to realize how much trouble he was in, and Xander took a moment to enjoy the expression of trapped panic.

“I’m not in the mood for games,” Angel answered without looking directly at him. Right now Angel appeared to be fascinated with the ceiling.

“This one you will like. If you vin it, I keep you around for another day.” Xander allowed his hand to trail down his pet’s inside thigh making both of his captured prey groan. So Angel’s attention was not so distracted after all. “Of course, if you lose the game, I’ll pour holy water down your throat and vatch you writhe in agony until the holy water travels to enough cells in your body for you to turn to dust.” Angel’s head snapped down and Angel stared at him, fear evident in his smell for the first time.

“Xander, you do not want to do this. Torture… torture is not something you want to remember.”

“Of course it is. I remember a villager who offended my Nusa; I tortured him until he begged me for mercy and offered to eat his own genitals,” Xander replied dismissively. “So, do you want to play or shall we move straight to the holy water?”

“Xander, please…” Xander cut off the plea with a single gesture of his hand.

“Play— holy water. Your choice.” Xander stared at Angel, wondering for the first time if Angel would truly chose final death over submission, but in the end, Angel’s eyes dropped to the floor.

“Play,” Angel softly said. Xander smiled benevolently as he left his pet and stood just outside of Angel’s reach.

“The game is easy. If Spike comes first, you win. If I come first, I win. If you come first, it’s a draw and we play again.” Xander explained the rules and then held up a short chain he had retrieved from a nearby table. “Hands behind your back,” he ordered with a smile.

Again Angel stood silent and stared as if waiting for Xander to change his mind, his face frozen into an expression of indifference that didn’t match the scent of panic and lust he sent into the still air of the warehouse.. Xander simply held up the chain and rattled it, and Angel finally turned around putting his hands behind his back. Xander quickly locked chains around Angel’s hands and then unlocked the original chain from the beam before leading Angel over to the table. Spike waited there with the most deliciously confused expression, eyes never leaving Xander’s face.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” Xander purred as he stopped Angel at the end of the table so that they could both admire his hellcat’s strong body laid out like an offering. “Strong, intelligent, graceful… sarcastic.” Xander could now smell the lust coming from Angel in waves, and he knew Spike could as well. Besides the obvious entertainment value, this game had two goals: Angel would have to face his guilt, and Spike would learn that he was worth wanting. Sometimes Xander amazed himself with his good ideas. However, Angel seemed less enthusiastic if the silence was any indication, and Spike’ erection was definitely lagging.

“Hmm, I think you’re starting at a disadvantage,” Xander said mildly as he unfastened Angel’s jeans and pulled them off. The underwear went next, and now Angel couldn’t pretend that he didn’t notice Spike’s beauty. Angel’s cock jutted out, fully erect, and with the exposure of the cock, the smell of Angel’s lust almost overpowered Xander.

Xander nudged Angel to move him forward, but the large vampire stood transfixed, cock twitching as his eyes roamed over Spike’s bound and naked form. Xander had thought that the contest would be between his pet’s release and his own, but now he considered that Angel might actually earn a draw. Of course, he wouldn’t mind repeating this particular game, so he could certainly accept that result.

Xander nudged Angel again, harder this time, and Angel rocked forward and then rocked back without losing focus on Spike or acknowledging the tacit command. “Move,” Xander finally ordered with a third push, and Angel stepped forward mechanically. Xander used chains to secure Angel’s feet to the table legs so that he stood with his legs open, exposed and vulnerable at the end of the table.

Like Spike earlier, Angel started to rub his erection against the edge of the table, and Xander brought Angel back to reality with a sharp slap on the ass. Instantly Angel froze, and Xander could smell a wave of shame replace the earlier lust. Strange vampire. Xander unlocked Angel’s wrists, and Angel’s hands just fell to his sides.

“Strip,” Xander ordered. He didn’t need Angel naked for this, but he didn’t want Angel dressed while his own pet was laid out without any clothes. Besides, the feel of Xander’s pants and silk shirt against Angel’s bare skin would remind him of his place, and Xander found himself mildly surprised when the order caused Angel to harden more.

Perhaps Spike wasn’t the only one to miss the games one’s elders inevitably played with one. Angel unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the ground behind him, and now Xander could see the strong body with which Angel had been blessed. He had heard of how this one had taken his name from a victim who described him as having the beauty of an angel, and Xander agreed. The vampire before him had the classic lines Xander had seen in the artwork of Italy, where five centuries ago artists would have paid to sculpt his body into stone.

Now that Angel stood naked with his legs chained open, Xander knew that he would have to move carefully to avoid winning this game. This was a vampire worth fucking, even if he was an abomination that needed to eventually be destroyed. It’s just that Xander found himself revising that date farther into the future with each second that he saw that strong, body chained and vulnerable. However, his pet needed convincing. Each time a wave of shame would flow from Angel, his own pet’s erection would wane.

Xander turned his attention to his young one, who lay with an expression of indifference directed at Angel, but Xander knew that Spike was far from indifferent. “To whom do you belong?” Xander demanded as he laid a hand on his pet’s tense arm. The muscles relaxed under his fingers, and Xander felt his cock react to such willing obedience.

“I belong to Xander sired by Nusa the Strigoi, killer of knights.” Spike looked at him with wide eyes that bordered on panic.

“And I give you the gift of your previous sire’s submission,” Xander said quietly as he now stared right at Angel and stroked Spike’s forehead. Another trip to that shelf on which Spike had laid out so many toys. Xander smiled at the thought of the many weeks it would take him to make use of them all. This time, Xander selected a short chain that had heavy, thick iron manacles attached.

Angel now turned awkwardly to watch him, his legs open and vulnerable and his body twisted. Xander smugly held up the manacles as he returned to the table. He expected a fight, but Angel sighed heavily and held out his hands even as he rolled his eyes. Nevertheless, Xander felt the slight tremble in those arms. Almost sorry that Angel had not fought him, Xander quickly snapped the manacles on Angel’s wrists as the tall vampire silently watched.

Xander ran his hand down the length of Angel’s arm, stopping at the manacles before he took that connecting chain in hand, controlling Angel’s hands and controlling Angel as he stepped behind him and leaned in so that Angel was trapped between the table and Xander’s own bulk. At first, Xander could feel those muscles tense as though waiting for the attack, but Xander simply held the chain in one hand while allowing his free hand to explore whichever parts he could reach: a hip, a curving shoulder, a patch of curled coarse hair, a rippled stomach.

Eventually Angel’s muscles began to relax, and Xander stepped back as he went for the next toy. Yes, Angel wanted his freedom and was a master who would not submit for any length of time, but Xander could feel the threads of what had once been Angel’s need to submit to his own sire. He could sense the shadow of that need, and he could use it to manipulate Angel, even if he could never truly trust one who had been corrupted with a human soul.

Stopping at his pet’s side, Xander lowered his head to drop a kiss on his hellcat’s lips.

“My childe,” Xander whispered, and Spike’s body shivered in its bonds.

“Is someone goin’ ta soddin’ do something? Gettin’ bored here,” Spike complained, but at the same time he licked his lips and smiled with the tip of that tongue still visible. Xander groaned in desire, and Spike shifted into game face without moving that tongue. Oh yes, Xander was going to have to show a lot of restraint with two such perfect creatures naked and waiting to serve him.

Xander took a short length of chain and turned back to Angel, reaching up and caressing Angel’s neck before encircling it with the heavy chain. Angel refused to look at him, stonily focusing instead on the distant depths of the warehouse, but Xander was patient. He simply pulled up on the chain connecting the manacles, padlocking the center link from the manacles to the makeshift collar so that Angel’s hands were held awkwardly close to his head.

“So beautiful,” Xander said as he ran a hand down Angel’s broad back before stroking the inside of Spike’s thigh. When he found the wizard or witch who had brought him to his Hellmouth, Xander fully intended to reward that person for providing him with such treats. He backed away from the table so he could better enjoy the sight of the two bound and naked vampires.

“Angel, you may do anything you like to ensure Spike is the first to come and earn yourself my protection for the evening. Meanwhile, I will be amusing myself.” Xander stepped back and unzipped his own pants, allowing his erect cock to appear, startlingly pale against the black fabric. Xander thumbed the bead of precum at the slit, and smoothed it down the shaft. Angel looked over, eyes darting down to Xander’s erection, and when Angel made eye contact again, Xander gave an evil little grin. So far, he was well on his way to winning.

Angel looked down at Spike with an inscrutable expression for several moments before he wordlessly bent over so that his body rested on the table between Spike’s legs, and his head lined up with Spike’s groin.

Spike hissed in pleasure when Angel’s tongue touched his cock, and Xander squeezed the base of his own cock to keep himself from ending the game as he watched Angel take his pet into his mouth. “Bloody hell, yes,” Spike gasped, and Xander squirmed at the sight of Angel’s cheeks puffing out as his mouth filled, sucking Spike’s cock down to the root.

Xander watched as Spike writhed to a chorus of “yes” and “hell, yes” and “fucking hell, yes.” Finally, Spike reared up against the ropes, mindlessly driving himself into his previous sire’s mouth. Now those chained hands came into play as Angel pushed Spike’s hips back down, holding him still as he pulled up so that only the head of Spike’s cock was in his mouth. Xander could only imagine what Angel was doing with his tongue to make Spike moan and thrash on the table even harder.

Xander took a step towards the table and Angel stopped with Spike’s cock still filling his mouth. Brown eyes turned toward Xander, glaring at him with the fire of lust and fury as Spike complained and threatened imminent death if someone didn’t get him off. After a brief moment, Angel started again, his lips stretched in an ‘O’ as he slid up and down on Spike’s erection, his large hands braced on Spike’s hips, his fingers spread out over Spike’s pale skin .

With Spike now so shudderingly close to coming, Xander stepped up behind Angel and without warning slid a finger inside that undefended entrance. Xander could feel Angel clench around his finger, but the vampire’s erection didn’t wane at all. Xander pulled out and tore a gash in his fingertip before he rubbed at the outside of that tight pucker and then plunged in again.

Oh he had not enjoyed a night like this for over a century. Xander added a second finger. Now Angel fought, his legs struggling to close against the invasion and his inner muscles spasmed and trembled, but Angel’s head continued bobbing in service to Spike. Xander spread the fingers and felt Angel’s muscles fight him.

“If you vant to avoid being ripped open, I suggest you stop fighting,” Xander advised mildly, and Angel froze. Spike’s “Oi” of complaint caused Angel’s head to resume its rhythmic movement, but Xander’s fingers now moved much easily. Oh yes, this might be a master independent of his own sire, but he still felt the thrill of being possessed. Xander could relate, he was 400 when his sire died at the hands of the traitor, and until the day she died, an order from her to strip and present himself never failed to excite him.

Xander reached around and gathered precum from Angel’s own erection to help ease the passage, and Angel thrust forward wildly at the touch. Angel nearly managed to earn a draw, and Xander vowed not to touch the vampire’s cock again until either he or his pet had finished.

Xander took his own erection in hand and slowly pressed up against Angel, moving slowly so that the silk of his shirt slid against the bare skin of Angel’s back. He had to press just to get the head to pop in, and then Xander stopped. Yes, sometimes the lack of pain was the greatest torture, so he pushed in slowly while Angel now started gurgling moans of his own. That sent Spike into an even fiercer series of struggles. When he felt his balls press up against Angel’s ass, he braced himself on Angel’s prone back. He pulled out and thrust in again in one swift, brutal motion that elicited an excited growl from Angel which Xander answered with a deeper growl of his own.

Angel was now the one who fought against the restraints, the movements of his head losing their pattern as his own body demanded release. Spike didn’t seem to mind. Xander thrust in again, and pushed himself up against Angel’s larger frame as he reached around to pinch a nipple. Angel now squirmed as his head moved faster and his moans grew loud enough that they might have rivaled Spike’s own had Angel not been gagged with Spike’s cock.

Xander promised himself that he would assemble his court before destroying Angel because he wished to put another in his own place so that he could watch. He imagined Angel’s eyes closed in ecstasy as his lips stretched around Spike’s cock, and he nearly lost control of his own orgasm. Really, he didn’t know how his pet was managing to control himself for so long.

His own precum and Angel’s blood slicked the passage so that he could thrust easily, angling his thrusts so that Angel groaned and squirmed with each thrust. Angel’s own cock hung neglected and hard as he served others. He drove into Angel’s body over and over as he reached up to pull fingernails down Angel’s back hard enough to draw a thin line of blood to the surface.

Xander was about to forget his plan in favor of enjoying a well-earned orgasm when he smelled Spike’s release and heard his pet growl his completion. Xander thrust in one last time before dropping his weight onto Angel’s back and sinking his fangs into Angel’s neck. He drank deeply as his orgasm spilled out into Angel. Never one to torture a fellow vampire more than necessary for his own pleasure, he reached around and closed his fist around Angel’s erection and Angel lost no time in fucking the fist until his own orgasm ripped through him a second later. The three lay together on the table and Xander knew bliss.

Xander slowly pulled out of Angel’s neck, allowing his weight to rest on Angel’s back as he licked the wound closed. He pulled his hand up to his mouth and tasted Angel as he lay on that large body, enjoying the sated feeling from having fed and fucked for the second time.

He would have to find a more secure lair soon because he wanted to play just one more game before curling up to sleep the day out between his new child and his chained slave. From the smells below him, he didn’t think he would have any complaints about the plan. Eventually, he stood and closed his pants as he walked to the side of the table.

He considered the table with pleasure. Spike lay with his eyes closed and his body limp with satisfaction. Angel lay with his cheek against Spike’s thigh, his brown eyes watching Xander with a weary sadness, and Xander smiled as he reached over to touch that thick brown hair.

“I guess you von that game,” Xander said, and Angel just closed his eyes. Again, the smell of shame flared, and Xander could see his pet tense. Given time he would teach Angel not to feel shame for his own needs and, more importantly, he would show Spike that he was desirable.

One of Angel’s hands rested in a fist by Spike’s cock, and Xander put his own hand over it, slowly uncurling it so that Angel’s open hand rested on the tender skin of Spike’s inner thigh.

“It’s who ve are,” Xander whispered before he turned to go get… get what? Where were the little sugar-hyped rug rats Snyder had stuck him with? Xander felt a moment of utter panic as two sets of memories suddenly collided.

Part Six

Oh shit, to hell with the children, he had to have dreamed it. One very long 900 year dream, and when he turned around he was going to find an empty warehouse. Or possibly a warehouse full of vampires who wanted to kill him, and actually that might be of the good.

Xander turned around to see Angel and Spike exactly where he remembered leaving them… or rather right where he remembered the being that had been walking around in his skin leaving them. And oh shit. Xander felt his cock rise at the sight of the two vampires chained together and waiting for him to do something. A pair of brown eyes opened slowly.

“Xander?” Angel asked, and if he didn’t know better, Xander would have sworn he heard concern and uncertainty in that voice which had always seemed to know everything.

“Oh shit.” Xander said after spitting out a pair of plastic vampire teeth. Naked vampires. Sexy naked vampires. He looked everywhere except at the two naked, sexy bodies in front of him. Not looking at that, nope. Not at all.

“Bloody hell,” a voice tiredly swore, and Xander felt a pull toward that voice—he shouldn’t let Spike feel such despair, but then hey, vampire… he was supposed to hate vampires. He *did* hate vampires, and why didn’t that sound convincing? Xander shook his head as though he could shake the new memories out.

“Xander, are you alright?” Xander snorted at that question. Angel was asking if his rapist was alright. Oh shit. He was; he was a rapist. Sure he’d tried with Buffy, but he hadn’t actually hurt her, and what did it say about him that every time he went and got possessed he got all pervy? And again with the so not going there.

“Xander, it was a spell. You need to get the keys for the locks.” Xander looked up, and Angel still lay with his head against Spike’s thigh, and Spike’s hands had closed into tight fists. Xander searched Spike’s expression, but the younger vampire stared off in the opposite direction with a face frozen in a sneer.

“Try talkin’ slower, Peaches, boy’s a bit slow.” Spike finally said even as he looked off into the darkness. Xander opened his mouth, a reprimand automatically coming to his lips, but then he closed it again. He had no right to reprimand Spike. He shouldn’t even be in the same room with Spike without Buffy to hide behind. So why did he care so damn much that Spike would say such a thing?

“Shut up, Spike,” Angel ordered, but even Xander could tell that Angel lost some authority while naked, chained, and lying on top of Spike while smelling of Spike’s come. And that should not be a sexy thought. The sight of a drop of Spike’s come on Angel's chin should not be sexy because he was not gay! Not gay and not attracted to sexy, naked, tied up vampires. Looking at the evidence of his guilt, Xander felt a desire to just run right out of the building, but he had never run when things got hard before and he wasn’t going to start now.

“Keys… right,” he said quietly as he went to the shelf where he had stacked each key carefully. Taking them all he walked toward the table and stopped at the sight of Angel’s still vulnerable ass with Xander’s come trickling down his exposed thighs. Angel’s struggles had shifted the chains on his legs so that he couldn’t stand, and Xander was not noticing how that looked with the thick metal links pressing into pale flesh. His cock was not reacting to the sight of two such powerful creatures bound and helpless because he had defeated them, chained them, and claimed them. And oh god, he was so gay.

Shit, things had been so simple a few minutes ago, but now Xander bent down near the locks. The smell of musk was stronger here, and Xander’s eyes noticed the shimmer of liquid on the floor under the table. Angel’s come, he realized.

He remembered the feeling of Angel writhing under him as Spike growled his pleasure, and Xander snapped open the two locks before he could do something he would regret. Well, something else he would regret because he had plenty of the regret worthy now without running his hands down those strong limbs. He unwound the chains so that Angel could struggle to his feet without wrapping his fingers around Angel’s neck in order to control the vampire’s movements, and why did he feel such a strong desire to do both?

“Oi, watch your hands, ya wanker,” Spike complained from the table as Angel struggled up, and then Xander handed Angel two keys, one to the padlock around his neck and one to the manacles. The sight of Spike’s slender wrists encircled with rope made him want things Xander Lavelle Harris just simply did not want. No wanting here. He just needed to get that message to his quickly hardening cock.

“Xander, wait outside,” Angel ordered, and Xander could hear the sounds of metal grinding on metal as Angel freed himself. Yesterday he would have listened to that order, he would have complained and griped and tattled to Buffy about Angel ordering him around, but he would have listened and obeyed. Now Xander felt his face flush and his temper rise at Angel’s temerity for trying to order him around.

Of course, Xander didn’t even process the meaning of Angel’s words until he heard the table groan. He looked over to see Spike putting every fiber of muscle into breaking the ropes that held him. His arm muscles stood out in sharp curves and his eyes pressed closed so tightly that wrinkles appeared at the corners. In a flash Xander knew what Angel planned; after all, they were vampires and in the world of vampires there were winners and losers, and the losers died. Spike had trusted the wrong person; Spike was helpless, and Xander should want an evil vampire turned to dust. He was a Scoobie, which meant he should say, “Yes, Angel” and wait by the door as Angel did what he always did, clean up the evil that was too much for children’s eyes.

“No,” Xander all but snarled. He was no child.

“Xander,” Angel turned toward him with a low guttural tone of warning.

“Not a chance,” Xander snarled as he stepped forward. Angel still stood naked, and Xander watched with a feral grin as he realized the advantage his own clothed state gave him.

“Fine, I’ll do it with you here.” Angel turned to pick up a shard of wood from the floor and Xander glanced at Spike who lay spread eagled like a sacrificial victim, his eyes closed and his lips pressed into a thin line. Rather than beg or offer to submit or promise to leave town, Spike lay there silent, and Xander couldn’t do it. More importantly, he couldn’t allow Angel to do it.

Angel turned back around with a stake in hand, but Xander had already grabbed a piece of that broken chair as he put himself between Angel and Spike for the second time.

“Xander, move.” Angel lowered his brow in an expression of determination that should have sent Xander running. Instead Xander gripped his broken wood hard enough that he could feel the sharp edge digging into his palm.

“Not a chance. You want to dust him, you can just cut him free and give him a fighting chance.” Xander spoke in a low, strong voice that he could barely even recognize as his own as he faced down a master vampire.

“Xander,” and again with the dark tones of warning.

“It takes a pretty damn weak vamp to dust someone like this. It’s not like you tied him up; in fact, you’ve been pretty pathetically bad at stopping Spike at all.” Xander snapped back, verbally striking out at Angelus’ weak spot. Angel’s eyes flashed yellow, and then an expression of sad calmness overtook his features.

“Xander, this is not the time.”

“Yes, Angel, it is,” Xander dropped his own voice in challenge. “I’m not going to let you kill him after I tied him up for you.” Xander stepped backwards and started working the ropes around Spike’s hand. For one moment, Xander caught Spike’s eye and the surprise on that face made him momentarily freeze. Spike hadn’t expected to be protected; he had expected Angel to stake him as Xander stood by, and Xander felt his heart tighten in pain. He broke eye contact as he turned his attention back to the knots that Spike had pulled tight and to Angel who stood glowering.

“Yeah, not right ta kill someone who’s all helpless,” Spike finally added snarkily.

Angel snapped, “Shut up, Spike,” at the same time Xander commented, “You’re not helping here.”

“Wanker,” Spike replied, and Xander wasn’t even sure who that was directed toward. The last bit of the knot came free and Xander glanced down as Spike shook his hand to get rid of the rope still dangling from his wrist. Xander reached out and grabbed the trailing ends, and Spike froze, staring at Xander, and Xander’s eyes felt suddenly warm as he saw the open pain.

Before he could say anything, Spike had snatched his hand away with a hiss, and Xander was left with rope burn along the length of his palm. Xander then stepped away from the table as Spike worked the other knots himself. Unwilling to see that pain again, Xander turned his back and concentrated on protecting Spike from Angel who had an expression of disbelief, which looked pretty much like every other expression Angel had except for the mouth that actually hung open.

Xander continued to stare Angel down as he listened to Spike shuffle around behind him. It gave him lots of time to consider just how stupid he was for turning his back to Spike with all the broken wood on the floor, but he wouldn’t even blame Spike if he found a piece of wood suddenly sticking out of his back. He really did have it coming because he understood just how much he had damaged Spike with the forced submission and the promises that Xander was now unable to keep. He understood in the way that only a vampire could understand.

“Bloody loons in this town. Soon as Dru’s alright, you can have your soddin’ Hellmouth back, and I hope it swallows both of you.” Spike snarled his anger, but the pain hadn’t disappeared from his face totally. Xander listened to Spike’s boots echo across the concrete, the steps growing increasingly distant and speeding up as Spike ran for an exit. Which left just one horrifyingly horrible problem. Xander kept looking at Angel, and finally the older vampire sighed as he started walking towards Xander. Xander backed up quickly, but Angel simply stopped near the table to retrieve his clothes.

Angel had finished putting on his pants and was buttoning his shirt when he suddenly looked up.

“Is that my shirt?” Angel asked. Xander almost laughed out loud. Not what he really thought they’d discuss, but as he looked down at the red silk with fancy silver buttons, he realized it was.

“Yeah.”

“How’d… never mind,” Angel said with a tired sigh and Xander moved closer to sit on the edge of the table as Angel knelt down to put on his shoes. When Angel finished, he moved to sit on the table beside Xander, and that wasn’t awkward at all… no desire to flee in horror, Xander mused as he tried to figure out what to say because the silence was getting creepy.

“Um, I’m not really sure what to say here other than this big awkward silence is really just… awkward. Well that, and I am really sorry. Really, really sorry. Completely humiliated, mortified, and sorry.” Xander stared at his shoes.

“Xander,” Angel interrupted. “It’s okay.”

“I don’t know how you could call that alright. That was as far from alright as… oh shit. I ate Larry.”

“You remember?”

“I remember 900 years of torturing and killing and really kinda liking it.” Xander thought back over the centuries of murder and pervy sex and sitting at his Nusa’s feet and battle with the smell of blood heavy in his nose, and he really needed to stop before he made an indecent proposal to his friend’s boyfriend. And oh shit, Angel had vamp smell. Since he knew Angel would have already smelled him, Xander just reached down and adjusted his pants which had grown suddenly tight.

“Oh,” Angel’s toneless answer revealed nothing, and Xander looked over at that stony face. He never had been good at reading human faces, but he now realized that Angel was the one person in the universe who did understand how that felt.

“Sucks, huh?” he asked, and Angel looked over at him in surprise.

“Yeah,” Angel agreed. Xander sat there silently. He knew that he hadn’t actually done the things he remembered, but Angel had. When Angel remembered torture, he was remembering his past and not some spell induced hallucination.

“Does it get… ‘easier’ is really sounding like a bad word to use here, but I don’t know, less vivid? ‘Cause I can do without the Technicolor memory of human organs.”

“Not for me.” Angel said quietly. Xander couldn’t even come up with an answer for that, so he just sat silently next to Angel without even baiting the vampire.

“Are we bonding?” Angel asked after a long silence as they sat in the dark surrounded by the remains of what, in vampire terms, had been a wonderful evening.

“God I hope not,” Xander answered, but without much enthusiasm for his traditional Angel bashing. The world looked so different with nine hundred years of experience whispering new truths in his ear. The evil and soulless Spike needed him, a concept that he was planning on repressing, possibly with large amounts of illegally obtained alcohol. The souled Angel actually had a reason to brood, and he was never going to admit that one out loud. Giles and the Watchers had no clue about what really drove a vampire, and he wasn’t about to explain. If he was lucky, the memories would fade with the magic.

“Would you have killed me?” Angel finally asked.

“Fuck, yeah,” Xander replied quietly. He knew what Angel really needed to know; Angel needed to know who had forced him to submit—it was a vampire thing. “I was Xander childe of Nusa, one seriously bad-ass vamp who thought you were this abomination that someone needed to put down, but just not until after a whole lot of kinky sex.” Xander froze. “And I did not just say that last bit. You imagined it… you must be suffering blood loss.” Angel laughed softly while Xander froze again as he remembered why Angel was suffering blood loss.

“I figured that part out already.” Angel said with amusement.

“And I am so going to hell for that part.” Xander fell silent, and with Angel being his usual chatty self, the sounds of the wind against the corrugated metal roof dominated the night.

“It wasn’t really you, Xander.”

“It feels like it was me.” Xander admitted. He didn’t know why he needed Angel to understand how real the memories were for him, but he did.

“You were just being a vampire and following your instincts,” Angel amended himself.

“Spike is going to kill me,” Xander finally said even though he knew that Spike would never hurt him, at least not unless it was a good kinda hurt or the kind of hurt that led to Xander developing a serious allergy to the sun. Actually, the one Xander worried about killing him was sitting right next to him, but he wasn’t about to say that.

“I think Spike is going to try to forget this ever happened,” Angel said, and Xander knew the statement was true of more than just Spike.

“Not gonna happen.” Xander replied knowingly.

“No.” Angel agreed. Xander waited for something that told him how to handle the situation, but even his new memories couldn’t come up with an effective way of dealing with this particular mess.

“So, what are we going to te…” Xander cut his words short when Angel jumped off the table and started for the doorway.

“Absolutely nothing,” Angel said as he strode toward one of the many exits.

“I can live with that,” Xander agreed as he looked around one last time. The chains still draped down from the ceiling, one single length where Xander had chained Angel hanging lower than the others. Chains and ropes littered the various tables, and the crossbow sat on a low chair near the wooden shards of the chair Angel had crushed and then used as a weapon. He couldn’t see the scaffolding and the ceiling beams with his human eyes, but he looked to where he knew they were, where he’d seen them before and now he could see only grey darkness. And even his human nose could smell the lust, the heavy musky scent of release; the scent must have been overpowering for Angel.

Xander looked around one more time, comparing this empty shell of a building where he had claimed and lost Spike to the deep cavern where he had laid his Nusa’s ashes: the same grey darkness, the same echoing sounds, the same feeling of loss and emptiness. Turning his back, he followed Angel out of the building.

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