Lost in the Dark, Cleansed in the Flame

Chapter 10 - Travers (NC-17)

Quentin Travers could not remember the last time he'd lost his
composure so completely. Angel stood before him, vampire face to
the fore. He'd known that once Rupert's children discovered the
intention of his spell, he would not be able to avoid this confrontation.
But he had not fully believed that Rupert would allow the vampire
such free reign with him. He looked about hoping for an escape but
found none.

"How long?" Angel asked his voice reverberated with anger.

"How long what?" The watcher feigned ignorance.

In a blink Angel had him thrown up against the wall, hanging by his
shirt collar. "How long have you had that spell?"

"It wasn't meant for you."

Angel shook him hard. "That's not what I asked you." He growled
and lowered his fangs to the man's neck. "Now how long?" Travers
shivered as he felt Angel's fangs scrape across his skin.

"Always." The word escaped in a fearful whisper.

Angel roared and flung Travers across the room. He hit the far wall
with a thud and collapsed in a heap on the floor.

***

Xander held Spike to his chest, trying to calm the shuddering
vampire. He'd never seen his lover so affected by anything before
and it was beginning to scare him.

"Spike?" Xander continued to run soothing circles over Spike's back.
"I don't know how to help you." Xander sniffled. "What do you want
me to do?"

The vampire said nothing, only snuggled closer to his mate nuzzling
Xander's neck. "Is that what you need?" Xander whispered.

Xander pushed Spike gently away, until their eyes met. He leaned in
and gave Spike a chaste kiss on the lips, before turning to bare his
neck.

Spike's tongue peeked out to lick at the puncture wound still visible
from his original Claim. Xander moaned and pushed forward, silently
begging for his fangs.

Spike slid into game face sinking his fangs in to the mark he'd been
laving with his tongue. Hot, sweet warmth filled his mouth and he
sucked greedily.

Xander was writhing below him, his erection grinding hard against
Spike's hip. Spike's own hard-on was straining the zipper of his
jeans, so he reached down to unfasten them.

Spike took one last swallow of the sweet elixir that was his mate,
before he pulled back and brought forth his human visage. Xander's
eyes were closed and he was breathing shallowly, his face flushed
with arousal. Spike brought their lips together, his tongue snaking out
to dance in Xander's mouth.

Xander's arms came up to circle around Spike's torso. He pulled the
vampire roughly to him, wanting their whole bodies to be in contact.
His hands wandered until they reached his waist, pulling the shirt he
wore up until they had to separate briefly to free it completely. In the
same process, Spike pushed his jeans down so that he was now
completely nude.

Xander had lain down with just his boxers on when they'd brought
Spike into Joyce's room. So he stood quickly and divested himself of
the cotton barrier. They both pounced back onto the bed, grabbing at
each other hungrily.

Xander found himself on his back, his legs raised so that his knees
were practically behind his head. He could feel Spike's cool finger
probing at his opening and he groaned, pushing back against it. They
were both too aroused to wait much longer, so Spike quickly prepared
him. Lubing his fingers and sliding first one, then two into Xander's
channel. He scissored them a few times, waiting for Xan's muscles to
relax before he pulled out.

The head of Spike's cock was pushing against him. Xander could
feel drips of precum oozing down his crack. He grunted when the
bulbous head pushed through, his hands coming around to grasp
Spike's hips and pull him closer.

Spike knew that Xander could have used some more preparation.
The snug channel was tight around his cock, making him slow his
assault just a bit. Xander loved the burning feel of being stretched by
Spike, and only wanted more so he pulled roughly causing the
vampire to slide balls deep into his ass. They both groaned
incoherently; eyes shut tight against the feeling of being together.

Soon Spike couldn't hold off any longer and he began to move in and
out. His pace slow and languid at first. But Xander's urgings spurred
him, the feel of his lover's hands squeezing his cheeks tight with each
down thrust too much to bear. He sped up, thrusting fast and hard.
The headboard bounced loudly against the wall, their grunts quick
and harsh could be heard down the hall.

Spike leaned in to kiss Xander. His mouth wandering until Xander
could feel the cool tip of his tongue tracing the now healed puncture
wounds he'd just bitten. The feeling of Spike's tongue coupled with
his cool hand surrounding Xander's cock made his balls tighten and
draw up.

He was so close, and he wanted Spike to find release with him. So
he did the one thing he knew the vampire could never resist. Xander
bit down hard, drawing blood and sucking the droplets in then licking
at the tiny wound he'd made. Spike roared and spilled his seed. His
cock pulsating, massaging Xander from the inside.

The second Spike roared his release, Xander felt himself go over the
edge. His sticky cum splattering between them, coating his lover's
hand and both their exposed chests. When he opened his eyes,
Spike was looking at him with love and sweet clarity. Xander almost
wept at the look, knowing that everything would be okay.

***

Travers woke slowly. He tried to stand and found it impossible. He
opened his eyes fully and looked around. He was tied to a chair, his
captor sitting only a few feet away on an old cot by the wall. His heart
raced at the look of evil on Angel's human features.

Just then the door banged open and footsteps could be heard coming
down the stairs. Travers looked up eagerly, "Miss Summers, thank
god! Please get me out of here."

Buffy ignored him. She walked over and sat down by Angel's side,
her hand coming out to cover his own. "You okay?"

He gave her a brief smile and a nod. "How are Spike and Xander?"

"Well, from the sounds of it…Spike's awake." She smiled at him
blushing slightly.

"Miss Summers please!" Travers tried to get her attention once more.

Buffy's head whipped around. "Shut up! You don't get to talk." She
snapped at him.

Buffy turned back to find Angel staring intently at the head of the
Watcher's Council. "Maybe you should go back upstairs. You may
not want to be here for this." Angel warned her.

"No way! I want in on the fun." Buffy answered firmly. Her own eyes
tracking toward the now shivering man tied just a few feet away from
them.

They stood as one, walking slowly toward the man. Travers
screamed. "Help!!"

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Buffy asked, just before they reached
him.

Travers just continued to scream.

***

Xander and Spike descended the stairs. They could hear faint
whimpering and the sound of flesh striking flesh. Spike's nostrils
flared at the smell of blood in the air.

The sight that greeted Spike was heavenly. The wanker that had
kidnapped his mate was tied to a chair, while the Slayer and his Sire
took turns striking him. It was obvious that during the course of their
little game, they'd used more than just their fists.

"Well, well. Can we get in on the fun?" Spike asked.

Angel looked up, the expression on his face softening. "Spike.
Xander. How are you feeling?"

"All right for having been kidnapped and tortured for a couple of days,
I guess." Xander shrugged. Then his gaze rose to meet Angel's.
"Thanks for coming deadboy."

Angel only nodded.

"The wanker gave me my soul back." Spike hissed out, staring
daggers at the semi conscious man.

"We know." Buffy replied, her gaze going back and forth from Angel
to Spike. "It's permanent. He's had it all along."

"Bloody fuck!" Spike cursed.

"What he said." Xander pointed at Spike. He knew what this meant
for Angel and Buffy. What it could have meant so many years ago.
He shook his head. All that pain, for no reason.

"Did you guys find out more about this prophecy he was talking
about?" Xa ask asked.

"Yeah, he explained most of it upstairs. Giles and Willow are looking
into it now." Buffy answered. "So we were just killing some time."
Her eyes traveled back to the Watcher.

"Mind if we join you?" Xander asked, although Spike had already
approached Travers.

Spike punched Travers in the face, hard. "That was for taking my
mate." He grinned in satisfaction. "Oh yeah, ta very much for taking
care of the chip for me."

Spike continued to whale on Travers while Xander watched. He
reveled in his new chipless state. Turning to regard Xan, he asked
"Want to get some of your own back luv?"

Xander stepped forward. A determined look graced his face. "Just
want one thing."

"Can't kill him Xan." Buffy piped up. "Giles needs him alive."

"Oh I don't want to kill him." Xander said calmly. Reaching down to
grab hold of the small dagger sitting on the table beside the chair.
His other hand came forward to grab Travers' left pinky, pulling it
apart from the rest. "Oh well, you see there's this prophecy…"

The screams could be heard all the way upstairs.