Never

Title: Never
Author: dayzeegrl
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Angelus/Xander, Spike/Xander, Angelus/Spike/Xander
Timeline: s2 of BtVS
Disclaimer: The characters from BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and affiliated production companies. No profit is made from any of these stories.
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Part 3
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When Xander woke up, he was already scratching his nails over his chest and neck.

"Stop that," someone said. Not Angel. Who? Someone who sounded like he was already out of patience, anyway.

At once he halted his hands, and then opened his eyes to realize that his hands were no longer bound behind his back. What's more, he wasn't kneeling on some basement floor anymore; instead, he was lying on a thin twin mattress, on what looked to be the floor of someone's bedroom. He was, however, still completely naked. His eyes darted around, looking for the door.

"Now, now, don't go trying to run away," the voice said again in a bored tone, and Xander realized with a start that this was Spike's voice, not Angel's. "And quit your scraping at your skin. Imagine Angel's not going to want to come back to find you all marked up." Spike leaned more fully over the side of the bed to stare down at Xander and then smirked. "Well, least not marks that weren't put there by him."

"Itches," Xander whispered, and Spike snorted before settling back on the bed above and out of Xander's view.

"Would think so, yeah."

Xander shifted his weight, turning onto his side and tucking one leg underneath himself. If he could get up quickly--

"Don't think I don't hear your heart racing a mile a minute," came Spike's bored voice.

All at once, Xander decided that it was now or never. He rose to his feet as quickly as he could given the soreness in his limbs and pain from the welts on his back, and stumbled on unsteady legs towards the door.

Moments later, he was shoved against the wall by a game-faced vampire he'd never seen before.

"Just 'cause I'm not up and about these days," Spike muttered. He sighed and watched Xander try to squirm free of the iron grip as his toes dangled several inches off the ground. "Did you really think there wouldn't be someone watching the door? I'm just minding what you do and say; Angelus has a whole squadron of idiots squirreled about, watching to keep intruders out and the likes of you in."

"Do you want me to drain him?" the vampire holding Xander asked. He licked his lips and leered at Xander.

"Hell, no. Not unless you want to be dust before the dawn," Spike said. "Put the boy down, and get out."

The vampire snarled and lifted Xander, carrying him back towards the mattress to the right of the bed.

"No, no," Spike said impatiently. "Can't have him on the floor if I'm to keep a proper eye on him. Don't want to waste all my time leaning over the side of the bed."

"Where then?" the other vampire snapped. "On that chair?"

Spike peered around the room. "Yeah. No, wait..."

Xander almost got the feeling that the two vampires were rearranging furniture.

"Put 'im here," Spike decided, pointing to the foot of the bed on which he lay.

The other vampire deposited Xander in a heap on the designated spot and left the room.

"Now pet, don't go getting any bright ideas," Spike said in a low murmur. "He's right outside, and as like to come back in and break a bit of you if you so much as twitch too quickly."

"You said..." Xander coughed, finding his throat too dry to speak clearly. Wordlessly, Spike jerked his head towards the bedstand, where there was a carafe of water and a glass.

Xander moved slowly towards the table on his knees. When he spilled half of the water because his hands were trembling too hard, Spike just rolled his eyes and took the vessel away from him, pouring the water himself.

Xander gulped the water, coughing again before he could get enough control to take measured sips instead of chugging it. He looked around the room again, confirming tha there was just the one door. "What am I doing in here?" he asked. "You're...guarding me?" He tried his best not to look at Spike's injured legs, stretched out on the mattress.

Spike watched him intently, and Xander found himself looking away. "Something like that." Spike reached out and brushed Xander's hair out of his eyes. Xander flinched back, and Spike's mouth quirked into a nasty smile. "Expect he left you in here as much to amuse me as anything," Spike continued. "That and he wants to shake you up a bit, keep you guessing about what he's got in store for you."

Xander blinked. He hadn't thought that far ahead, hadn't thought he would need to. Why Angel hadn't killed him yet he had no clue.

"You said...'likes of me'," Xander said timidly.

"What of it?" Spike reached over and grabbed a bottle of what looked like whiskey and took a swig.

"Are there...is there anyone else..."

"Wondering where your little friends have got to?" Spike asked, a knowing look on his face. Xander remained silent, afraid that any words would discourage Spike from saying more.

"What'll you give me if I tell you?" Spike gave him an open-mouth smile, the look the cat gave the canary just before he ate it.

"Give you?" Xander asked. "I don't have..."

"Oh, I don't know about that." Spike moved closer and let one fingertip delicately trace the length of Xander's flaccid penis.

Mindful of Spike's warning that the vampire guarding the door might charge back in, he tried to edge away slowly, ending with his back pressed to the baseboard of the bed, and making a high-pitched sound in the back of his throat when he couldn't move any further. "Please...no..."

"No?" Spike asked. Two fingers now, lightly brushing along the skin, rubbing circles lightly in Xander's public hair. "Don't want me to tell you anything about whether your chums are safe?"

"Please," Xander said. He wasn't even sure what he was asking for, but if Spike knew anything... All Xander remembered was that he'd been in the cemetary with Giles, Buffy, and Willow when Angelus had turned up, mocking uselessly as usual, when suddenly there had appeared a mob of vampires behind him. The next thing Xander knew, he had woken up to the shock of Angelus ripping off his clothes and growling out freakish stuff about how Xander was supposed to call him "Daddy" now. Then beating Xander with a leather belt when Xander had spat in his face.

"Then relax," Spike told him. Up, down, around the head went Spike's fingers, and Xander realized to his distress that his cock was taking an interest.

"There you go," Spike said. "Now that's nice. Most boys in your country look like they're missing something once they get snipped, and truth be told I like the skin there, but you, now. You've got a pretty cock."

Xander closed his eyes as Spike curled his fingers into a loose fist and started stroking him more purposefully. If Spike was going to keep doing this -- he didn't like it, not one bit, but he could bear it. If Spike wanted him to do something else, though...

"Stop getting all worked up," Spike said irritably. "You were getting nice and hard for me, and I'm not going to be happy if you go all limp again."

His eyes now wide open, Xander whimpered.

"That's it," Spike said. "Hasn't touched you yet, has he?" he asked abruptly as Xander gave an involuntary moan.

"N-no," Xander whispered.

"First one then, am I?" Spike asked.

Xander nodded, his eyes again beginning to tear up.

"Now, you be a good lad, and let me have some fun, and then I'll tell you a little about what's going on," Spike said in a coaxing voice. "Show me you like this, boy."

With a shuddering breath, Xander looked down at Spike's hand claiming and pulling on his cock, and thrust his hips forward.

TBC