To Be Claimed
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
11,909
Reviews:
62
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
11,909
Reviews:
62
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Detour
Review Responses:
Dassani—Yes, I had to have someone purring…and I can purr too! Just like you said, not for very long…. And yes, I am going to keep this going, it’s just been hectic with finals coming up this next week and work events last week. GAH! *kicks RL* And lookie here, fast update! Whee!
ShadowCat—Wonder no more, I have returned!
Alice—I honestly have no idea how long Xander’s going to manage to keep his secrets. I swear that I will eventually tell all! Maybe I’ll do a candid interview with Xander and Spike, see if we can’t weasel these mysteries out….
Amanda—Oh, nicely gift wrapped and everything! And prezzies! Gimme gimme! *disappears dragging Angel and grubbing through toys* Thanks as always! Oh, and you may notice where this chap is going. I get them to LA, to the friggin hotel and this is what they decide to do. *growls at curious blue eyes* Get back to your job Spike! (said job being shagging Xan …)
*coughs* So, quick update this week. Thank amejisuto and my own obsession for landing me an lj in the bloodclaim community. Whee!
***
Spike looked form his poor Pet to the hotel. There was faint tingling in his spine—an urge that centered somewhere low in his ribcage that made him uncomfortable to take his boy anywhere near his Sire. Much as he hated and ridiculed the souled mockery of a vampire…this was his Sire—all oddities of his turning aside—the creature that taught him and punished him and was older and more powerful and damn him! Spike had never once had something that was his alone. Stupid Sire had always had it first or taken it or broken just so Spike couldn’t have it, and that was the trickle of fear threading his nerves. He didn’t want to take his boy into that place that reeked of Angel, ‘cause he knew the patterns might just hold true, and his Sire’ld take away Spike’s Pet. Oh, sure, for the boy’s own good it’ld be, but gone from Spike’ld be the end result. And Spike could feel himself growling, and his fingers were rigid over his boy’s neck. A neck that was beautifully bared and arched, and dark eyes were watching him with questions and worry. For him. Not a bit of thought that his Master was near to ripping out his throat. Boy didn’t bother trying to speak, just let a small, wavering sound puch soft flash against Spike’s fingers in question.
“Gotta mark ya, Pet,” Spike muttered. ‘Cause there wasn’t anything visible. No bruises or scars or anything but a mostly healed bite-mark low on the boy’s throat, and they’ld all go away or be covered up, and Spike couldn’t stand that. “Gonna show ‘em all.” The DeSoto growled back to life, and Spike started watching the corners and alleys, ‘cause the place he was looking for wasn’t likely to be found in any sort of human way. They liked to set magics on their stores to make ‘em visible only … there! Perfect. Spike nudged his Pet to sit up and watched the dark eyes look about in confusion. Boy should be able to see it, what with his heritage and all. Said he was magic, after a fashion.
“Master?” Boy turned back to meet Spike’s eyes. “Why’re we at a KitKin parlor?”
***
Gah, short, yeah, but the next part is half done so be patient with me, ne?
Dassani—Yes, I had to have someone purring…and I can purr too! Just like you said, not for very long…. And yes, I am going to keep this going, it’s just been hectic with finals coming up this next week and work events last week. GAH! *kicks RL* And lookie here, fast update! Whee!
ShadowCat—Wonder no more, I have returned!
Alice—I honestly have no idea how long Xander’s going to manage to keep his secrets. I swear that I will eventually tell all! Maybe I’ll do a candid interview with Xander and Spike, see if we can’t weasel these mysteries out….
Amanda—Oh, nicely gift wrapped and everything! And prezzies! Gimme gimme! *disappears dragging Angel and grubbing through toys* Thanks as always! Oh, and you may notice where this chap is going. I get them to LA, to the friggin hotel and this is what they decide to do. *growls at curious blue eyes* Get back to your job Spike! (said job being shagging Xan …)
*coughs* So, quick update this week. Thank amejisuto and my own obsession for landing me an lj in the bloodclaim community. Whee!
***
Spike looked form his poor Pet to the hotel. There was faint tingling in his spine—an urge that centered somewhere low in his ribcage that made him uncomfortable to take his boy anywhere near his Sire. Much as he hated and ridiculed the souled mockery of a vampire…this was his Sire—all oddities of his turning aside—the creature that taught him and punished him and was older and more powerful and damn him! Spike had never once had something that was his alone. Stupid Sire had always had it first or taken it or broken just so Spike couldn’t have it, and that was the trickle of fear threading his nerves. He didn’t want to take his boy into that place that reeked of Angel, ‘cause he knew the patterns might just hold true, and his Sire’ld take away Spike’s Pet. Oh, sure, for the boy’s own good it’ld be, but gone from Spike’ld be the end result. And Spike could feel himself growling, and his fingers were rigid over his boy’s neck. A neck that was beautifully bared and arched, and dark eyes were watching him with questions and worry. For him. Not a bit of thought that his Master was near to ripping out his throat. Boy didn’t bother trying to speak, just let a small, wavering sound puch soft flash against Spike’s fingers in question.
“Gotta mark ya, Pet,” Spike muttered. ‘Cause there wasn’t anything visible. No bruises or scars or anything but a mostly healed bite-mark low on the boy’s throat, and they’ld all go away or be covered up, and Spike couldn’t stand that. “Gonna show ‘em all.” The DeSoto growled back to life, and Spike started watching the corners and alleys, ‘cause the place he was looking for wasn’t likely to be found in any sort of human way. They liked to set magics on their stores to make ‘em visible only … there! Perfect. Spike nudged his Pet to sit up and watched the dark eyes look about in confusion. Boy should be able to see it, what with his heritage and all. Said he was magic, after a fashion.
“Master?” Boy turned back to meet Spike’s eyes. “Why’re we at a KitKin parlor?”
***
Gah, short, yeah, but the next part is half done so be patient with me, ne?