Slip Slide Melting

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Part 17

“Okay, so what are we doing here?” Lex yelled, trying to be heard over the music.

Spike snorted, tossing back the large tumbler of scotch before shrugging. “Thought you could use a night out, mate,” he called back, “And you seemed to like it here the last time.” Not to mention that smelling Xander all over the bloody Hyperion had been driving him crazier than he wanted to be.

“Cool,” Lex answered, grinning as the blond handed him a beer to replace his soda. “It’s kinda loud tonight!”

“Yeah… could find a quieter spot, bloke,” the vampire answered with a nod, grabbing the boy’s arm and pulling him through the crowd towards a side room. “Better?” he demanded, pushing the brunette down on a suddenly vacant couch.

Brown eyes looked around and Lex shrugged. “I guess. At least we don’t have to shout anymore…” And there was almost zero chance of meeting anyone while they were sitting here, and maybe that was Spike’s plan, he realized. Let him think he was out and relatively free, but meanwhile make sure he didn’t have any non-approved fun.

Spike watched the gloom-and-doom of a building brood start on the boy’s face and rolled his eyes. “Right, then. I’m going to get another drink. Stay here, yeah?” because the last thing he needed was to see Lex sitting there in a funk; especially while looking just like Xander.

It was hard enough to keep himself from taking the comfort the boy seemed to always be offering. Keeping himself from the pouty lips would be… hell. He could do it, of course, but first… first, he needed a bit more liquid cheer. Besides, the boy wasn’t going anywhere. He was right where he wanted to be, after all. Surrounded by vampires, even if none of them would take him up on whatever he offered, either.

He chuckled, even as he made his way to the blood-bar and ordered a tall type-O and vodka, taking a long swallow and sighing almost happily.

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“Stay here,” Lex mimicked, once he was sure the blond wouldn’t hear him. “Why not just lock me in a room and let me watch the fun through a window?”

“Well, I could lock you up if you want,” a low, silky voice spoke nearly in his ear, “but I’m hoping you’ll be more interested in participating than watching…”

The brunette swallowed hard and shifted on the couch, that voice going straight from his ear to his cock, judging by the stirring of his groin. “Uh… hi?”

The vampire grinned and hopped over the young man, settling on the couch beside him, one arm over the sofa back surrounding broad, warm shoulders. “I’m Jake. You?”

“L-lex,” he said after a nervous sip of his beer. “So, you… come here often?”

“Often enough,” Jake admitted, flipping long, light brown hair back over his shoulder. “Never seen you here before, though, and trust me, I’d remember. You’re… beautiful, Lex.” He leaned in closer, eyes closing as he ran his nose slowly up the side of the young man’s neck. “And you smell even better,” he whispered. “I think I like you, Lex. Think you could like me, too?”

No-brainer, Lex figured, while he could still think. Then he felt one strong, cool hand on his thigh and thinking went out the proverbial window. “Uh… uh-huh… y-yeah… l-like you just f-fine…”

Oh, this boy was a sweet one, just like he’d been told. And all his—for the night, at least. “Good… good, Lex.” His hand crept a bit higher, fingertips stroking hot flesh through linen. “Gonna be so good for you, boy. So good. Gonna make you bleed, Lex, and I know you’ll love that.”

“Unngghhh… y-yeah,” the boy whimpered, entirely focused on the hand that was so close, so close to touching him there. “P-please…”

Jake chuckled low and deep into the pinkening ear. “I love that you’re begging already,” he murmured, finally letting his fingers dance over the still-growing bulge in the boy’s pants, “but we should go somewhere, Lex… so you can show me how well you beg in private.”

His own hand finally released the edge of the couch and Lex found himself turning towards the vampire, fingers lightly brushing the denim-covered leg pressed against his. “I… I’m here with…” and he should have been disturbed that he couldn’t remember the name he was looking for, but he just wasn’t, somehow.

“Shhh… shhh, I know. My Sire is handling things as we speak. Your… companion… won’t mind if we go now, boy.” He moved his hand from the brunette’s pants for a moment, placing the warm hand over his own straining bulge. “I don’t think I can wait much longer, Lex… you’re so hot and sweet. You want me, don’t you? Want to feel me…?”

“Wha…” this was going way too fast, and Lex knew it, but the vampire’s voice was so… and he couldn’t figure out why he wanted to slow down, anyway. Not when that cool hand was pressing against him again, and not when the soft words filled his head with thoughts of pleasure and need and… “Y-yeah… yeah, Jake… Gods, p-please…” and just like that he found himself being pulled from the couch and dragged to a small door at the back of the room.

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“Well… I see you’re back,” the vampire said, chuckling as he leaned against the bar beside Spike. “And you brought the virgin. How… lovely.” He grinned.

One brow arched and Spike waved for another drink, setting his empty glass on the counter. “Yeah, well. Boy likes to get out every now and again. Can’t say as I blame him.”

“And you’re not paying to keep him virginal anymore. That’s good… I’ve been thinking about him, actually. Haven’t been able to get him out of my mind since the other night.”

“Thought you didn’t like the warm ones, mate,” Spike said, letting just a touch of danger colour his voice.

The other blond laughed and shook his head. “Oh, not for me! I was thinking more of my childer. The youngest has been performing very well for the clan lately. I thought your virgin might be a nice treat for him. What do you say? Your boy gets broken in, my Childe gets a fun bit of fuck-and-suck; everybody wins. How about two grand for the night?”

Spike blinked, then blinked again, finally laughing loudly. “You… you think… bloody hell, this is too bloody funny! You really think he’s a rent-boy! And I’m his what? Pimp?”

The older vampire frowned. “Well, you keep bringing him here and parading him around, so yeah. Paid people off to not touch him… seemed like you were trying to work up some interest… I finally figured it out after you two left the other night.” His sudden grin was amused.

“Right, then,” Spike grated, suddenly serious. “Not his bloody fucking pimp, got it? Bodyguard. Protector. His Dad’s a high-muckity at the Citadel. Wants the boy looked after, young as he is.”

If it was possible, the other blonde got even paler as his smile faded completely. “Oh… I really wish I’d known that before…”

“Before WHAT?” the blond demanded, hands suddenly fisted in the other vampire’s shirt. “If that boy is harmed…”

“Look, I didn’t know! He was so eager, and…”

“He’s hurt, I’ll find you. He’s even a little bit unhappy, your entire bloody clan will disappear off the face of the Earth. You. Don’t. Move!”

The older vampire gaped for a moment as the bleached blond darted through the room, dodging other patrons or simply knocking them over if they were too much in the way. “Shit. Jake!” he groaned, then ignored the final order and followed.

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The couch was empty, Spike realized. The boy’s beer was still there, but the boy himself? Gone.

He grabbed the nearest demon and slammed it against the table, glaring down into slitted purple eyes. “The boy. Where?” he demanded, vamp-face firmly in place as the creature flapped one tentacle limply towards the back of the room. “Right,” he growled and stalked furiously toward the door he’d only now noticed, it was so sunk in shadows.

“You need a key,” one overly-ambitious employee said, moving to stand in front of the door. “It’s a hundred for a room.”

Spike snarled. “Boy. Looks human. Pretty. With a vampire. Where?”

“It’s against policy to report on our…” the smug voice was cut off as its owner’s face met the steel door intimately.

“Again— Boy. Pretty. Vamp. Room.” The blond growled again, deeper this time.

“Th-third room on the r-right,” the vampire whimpered, only to transform the sound to a yell as he found himself airborne.

The door presented very little problem, once Spike realized that while it was steel, the wall wasn’t.

He heard the scream the moment he broke through and bellowed furiously. “I’m coming, Lex!”

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Everything had been… hazy, but fine.

Jake’s hands, his fingers… lips on his skin, the slight scratch of sharp teeth…

And that voice, that voice still murmuring as the shirt was torn from his body, and fingers, hands, lips found new skin to touch, stroke, nip, pinch, scratch…

“J-jake… Gods, I…”

“Shhhhhh…” that wonderful voice had said, fingers moving with practiced ease at the front of his pants, “Gonna do you, boy… slam in all hard and rough. Oh, you’re gonna love it, Lex. All set up to be a vampire’s whore, aren’t you?”

His tongue found one dark, pebbling nipple, laving it slowly before sharp teeth bit roughly at it. “Hush, boy,” he ordered, pressing the boy’s shoulders hard against the wall, “Just giving you what you want, Lex. Gonna pop that cherry of yours like only a vampire can. I can’t wait to smell your blood. To taste it...”

And that had cut through whatever insanity had brought him here in the first place. That and the pain of his chest where the vampire had almost broken skin.

“No, no I don’t… this isn’t what…”

“Stop struggling!” the vampire demanded, shaking the boy and smiling as he heard his head slam twice against the wall. “There… there, my beautiful little virgin… that’ll settle you right down…”

His head was spinning enough that he couldn’t manage to do more than ineffectually push at the vampire’s hands. It wasn’t enough to let him keep his pants up, though. “N-no, no, no…” he moaned hopelessly, even as he felt the fabric move down his legs. “S-stop! I d-don’t w-want…”

Jake chuckled softly, looking at his prize from top to bottom. “Gods, you’re good at this, boy. I almost believe you really don’t want me.” One hand pressed against the middle of the boy’s chest, pinning him harder to the wall while he crouched down, inhaling the acrid scent of musk and fear.

And of course the little rent-boy was frightened, he reminded himself. After all, this was his first time, even if he had been trained. Still, he’d know what to expect from bedding a vampire, and Jake owed it to Lex to make it as close to what he wanted as possible. It wasn’t every day he got a special treat like this one.

“You’ll have to tell me, Lex… later, you have to tell me how your handler trained you so well without ever breaking you open. I’m… impressed.” True, actually. Whoever owned this boy had obviously told him how much most vamps enjoyed a good rape fantasy these days… shown him, somehow. Maybe even thralled him and walked him through it because the boy was obviously susceptible to thrall.

“S-stop,” Lex whimpered again, yelping when sharp teeth dug into his skin again, this time high on his thigh. “D-don’t… Jake, please!”

“All right… all right, my pretty boy… I know you can’t wait anymore.” Jake purred soothingly then stood, looking at the tight face and squeezed-shut eyes. “I can’t either, Lex. You’re so fucking hot, boy. Gorgeous. Can’t wait to see you spread out for me, bucking up into me… Gods, Lex. You’re gonna be so tight, I… shit. Bed. Now.”

He shook his head repeatedly, and when Jake finally stepped back, freeing him from the unbalanced stance he’d been trapped in, Lex took the only shot he had.

One hand lashed out, fist slamming hard against the vampire’s chin, and he bent, quickly pulling his slacks up while the vampire shook his head.

“Oh, that wasn’t nice, Lex,” Jake growled dangerously. “Guess you like it a little rough, huh? Rougher than usual, I mean. Well, I can do that, boy, if it’ll make you happy.” His own fists swung, one plowing hard into the brunette’s stomach while the other clipped a cheek as the boy bent over in reaction. “Now get your ass on the bed!”

“NO!” Lex screamed, “Never! Never! You… fucking… bastard!” His leg shot out in a high sidekick, catching the vampire mid-chest hard enough to send him crashing to the floor.

“I’m… NOT… a whore!” he shouted, raining repeated kicks into the vampire’s stunned form. “Not a whore, not a whore, not a whore… not a WHORE!” He was yelling so loudly, in fact, that he never heard the door of the room being forced open and he had no idea that he had an audience until he felt the strong arms wrapping hard around him.

“No, no, no, no, NO!” he screamed. It wasn’t fair, wasn’t fair… Jake had a friend and now he was caught, and he’d be… Gods, “NO!”

Spike barely managed to hold on to the struggling boy, and that was saying a lot, considering the young one wasn’t very close to vampire strength, ordinarily. Of course, this was far from an ordinary situation, but if the boy didn’t stop, he was going to work himself into a coronary… assuming whatever demon bits he had were prone to that sort of thing.

“Lex,” he said, over and over, trying to make his voice comforting, “Lex… come on, boy. It’s just me, yeah? Came to save you but you beat me to it, didn’t you? Kicked the merry shit out of that fuckhead, you did. Good job, mate. Could have done better, granted, but not a bad effort, bloke. Come on, Lex, calm down, yeah? Can’t take you home all upset and such, can I? Your Dad would bloody well kill me if he knew what could have happened here…”

It was the ‘mate’ and ‘bloke’ that pierced his panic much more than his name or ‘boy’. Jake had called him the latter two, after all.

“S-spike…?” he whispered, finally letting himself stop fighting, “I… he was… and I couldn’t, and then… and I… Gods, I… c-can we go h-home, Spike? P-please, I…”

The vampire nodded, completely uncaring about the fact that Lex had just called him Spike in front of the other two vampires. He simply pushed the boy behind him and glared at them as the older helped the younger to his feet.

“You,” he said coldly to the Sire, “Take your childer and leave the city… the state, even. Don’t care where you go or what you do when you get there, yeah? You or yours are still here this time tomorrow and you’re all dust. Would do it now, except my boy stopped that… thing you call a Childe.”

“You can’t…” Jake started, only to be silenced by his Sire.

“The boy called you Spike.”

“Yeah. He did.”

“So you would be…”

“Would and am, mate. Now are you moving on or are we going to war?”

The older vampire looked thoughtful for a moment. “Aurelius is not as… large… as it once was,” he observed.

Spike nodded, looking at his fingernails for a moment before rubbing them lightly against the leather of his coat, wondering if the other Master had any idea of just how very factual that statement was. Still…

“True enough. Just as crazy, though. And we never were the most prolific order, yeah?” He shrugged. “Four of us still managed to terrorize most of Western Europe and never got caught out.”

A sigh, then “You would go to war with Octavius over the boy?”

“The boy is under my protection. The word of Aurelius given on it. I would go to war with the world over the boy.”

The other blond sighed and nodded. “And you’d likely win, Master Spike.” He frowned slightly and shook his head. “Twenty-four hours isn’t enough time to transfer my various concerns to a new city, however. Perhaps a week.”

Spike snorted. “You’ll be dead if you’re still here in a week, bloke. This time tomorrow, you’re gone. As for your… interests, it’s amazing what can be accomplished over the Magetrix. Suggest you look into it.”

“Master!” Jake nearly shouted, “You’re not gonna let him tell us what to do, are you? Come on! He’s just one guy, and…” his voice stopped, both hands gripping his throat to stop the sudden flow of blood.

The Sire sighed and wiped his bloody fingers on Jake’s pants. “Childer. No understanding of history. But what can you do? I… thank you for the gift of our lives, Master Spike. We’ll be gone by your deadline.”

Spike nodded slowly. “Octavius has always been known for keeping its word. Hope that hasn’t changed.” And with that, he turned, gathering Lex tightly against his side. “Come on, pet. Let’s get you home, yeah? Been a long night for you and all…”

Lex shivered under the eyes of the demons in the club as they left and Spike frowned, then pulled off his duster, holding it out for the boy. “And put this on. Likely to be feeling a bit shocky.”

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tbc...