Curse

NOTE: Minor changes have been made near to the end of this chapter. The next chapter will be available soon.

Chapter Two: Welcome

'Where am I? Is this death?'

Xander groaned, his eyelids feeling too heavy and for a moment he thought he was blind. He started to struggle against the soft cotton sheets he was wrapped in, before a firm hand was on his chest, holding him still. He gasped, but didn't feel his lungs fill like they should. He suddenly felt very cold as the memories came back to him, with Spike at the park, and then Angelus, and then...oh God.

His eyes flew open to see a dark red canopy that hung over the bed he was in, the very next thing he saw was the dark, calculating eyes of Angelus in human form. His first instinct was to jump away, to run, but that large hand held him down, and it was then he realised he was completely naked. He felt the reaction of a blush, but his cheeks stayed cold, and when his heart should be pounding it stayed silent.

Xander wasn't stupid, he hadn't hung around a slayer, her watcher, a witch and her werewolf and not learned anything. He was dead, this was death, but it was death in the middle of life. They had turned him. A silent tear slipped from the corner of his eye, it felt sticky and cold, and he hated it.

"Why didn't you kill me?" He asked in a hoarse whisper, his voice still not fully regained.

Angel cocked his eyebrow, before removing his hand and taking a step back. Xander moved to sit up and get out of this mansion, maybe run out into the sun and have a bar-b-que. Before he could even sit straight Angelus was back on him, snarling and pinning him into the mattress in full demonic prowess.

"Stay where you are, or I will chain you to the wall." He hissed, and the fear that ran through Xander was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He froze and obeyed instantly.

He was terrified of Angelus, but he felt drawn to the master vampire, his body craved him, but even through the hunger Xander was disgusted at what he was, what he had let himself become. Any redemption he may have hoped to gain from his friends was shot, his life had been rearranged and destroyed and he didn't have a choice in any of it. A sudden anger twirled in his stomach as it ached, it felt like his teeth were itching as long, sharp fangs began to grow in, his brow tightening as his face conformed.

Spike sat in an old armchair in the corner of the bedroom, watching Xander's newly bestowed demon rise to the surface for the first time, and he licked his lips. The boy was alluring, writhing naked and hard, unchained and fresh. Angelus had moved towards the blonde, having pulled on a pair of his leather pants that had been left behind and had surprisingly not been damaged or stolen. They watched for a moment as Xander's body grew into it's demon, waiting for the calm to settle before the storm, when the first hunger would hit. It didn't take too much longer, Xander ending up on his stomach and very pointedly looked at the other two, his face a beautiful mix of lust and need in it's polished demon facade.

"Better?" Angelus rumbled, and Xander nodded, his eyes never leaving his Sire's stare.

"Yesss...hungry..." The newly turned fledge drawled, and Angelus couldn't help a predatory grin.

"Then let's go eat."

~*~

Xander had fed quickly, and on many, his first kill on the side of the Bronze with a girl he had known from high school, the rest were what Angelus brought to him. Spike had drank his fill and merely watched and monitored Xander while Angelus hunted. The boy was fidgeting far too much, pacing and snarling, running his tongue over his fangs as if feeling them for the first time over and over again. He would stuff his hands in his baggy jean pockets or ruffle with his hideous blue button up shirt repeatedly. It was beginning to wear on his nerves.

"Oi, bloody 'ell will ya sit still?!" He finally snapped, and the fledgling paused, pink tongue still poised over his enlarged canines.

"What the fuck are you gonna do about it?" Xander hissed in return.

Spike's anger began to boil, but before he could lay a finger on the newly turned Angelus was there with both of Xander's arms locked behind him. Growling lowly in the boy's ear he glanced at Spike, a knowing look of forced patience as he tightened his grip.

"You will respect your elder, young one, or I'll find an entertaining way to teach you how."

The whisper was deadly calm, and silenced anything Xander may have snipped back, quelled any dirty look or thought of rebellion for the moment. It caused Spike to smile secretively. As much pain and torture that he had been given from Angelus, he'd also been given respect when it was earned, and gifts when he was progressing in any of his training fields. It would be entertainment enough to watch Xander, a boy whom he knew personally as the slayer's pet, go about with the same lessons under the same teacher. The blonde also remembered quite well the treats from both his true Sire and Angelus, when the older vampire would allow Drucilla's presence around Spike, and fully anticipated Xander acting on good behavior.

"I think we've had enough for the night, there will always be more time for feeding." Angelus said, speaking mostly to Xander to kill any protest, but Spike understood the underlying meaning, caught on to the fine print. They were going home, but they were also going to bed.

Since Angelus' return not two hours before Spike had been craving his Sire's blood, his lifeforce, his passion. He'd given but not recieved, and he wanted more. 'Besides,' Spike thought ruefully. 'It'll be the whelp's first time with a vampire...AS a vampire no less.'

~*~

A quiet knock resounded through the dark room. When no answer came the knock grew louder and more urgent.

"Xander?"

Still no answer, and Willow sighed deeply from the outside of the abandoned apartment. She knew that her and her best friend had a falling out after the latest apocalypse, but she still missed Xander. His parents had been worthless, but atleast his employer had enough sense to know where his workers lived, and according to the dirty old man he hadn't shown up for work the past two days including this morning. Willow was starting to get incredibly worried, there could be a hundred different reasons why Xander wasn't home, and most of them weren't good.

Chewing gently on her bottom lip she turned to go home, resolving to speak with the newly returned Buffy and the rest of the gang for possible options and maybe intice some help to find their missing, recently enstranged companion.

~*~

The growling and cursing echoed nicely with the sharp rattling of heavy chains coming from the foyuer. Spike smiled through the smoke from his cigarette, watching the boy fight his bindings from across the room, hidden partially in the shadows. Xander had made the mistake of goading his Sire on the walk back to the mansion, mouthing off and earning himself a nice little beating in the middle of a deserted dirt road. Currently shirtless, the blonde could plainly see the bruises still circling Xanders ribs, the busted lip and the deep bite wounds on his neck that were slowly healing. It had been a great effort not to giggle or even smile watching the punishment, glad that it was not his place anymore to be 'trained'. Granted he had to watch his temper still, but the freedom he had been granted now as a master vampire lifted the weight of fear from his shoulders whenever he was near his Sire.

"Unchain me you bastard!" Xander screamed in his general direction, but Spike gave him no answer, just continued to watch.

Angelus returned in the next minute, a grim expression on his face and a coiled whip in his right hand. A standard beginning torture, Spike remembered it well. The recognition, and the visible shiver that ran through him caught Angelus' attention, and the older vampire cocked a smile briefly at his favorite Childe. In some small way, Spike had always enjoyed the pain, it wasn't until after he had matured to understand the beatings had he realised and come to fully accept that sparkle of desire he had always felt with every crack of the whip from his Sire's hands.

Xander started to snap angrily at the vampire as he stepped closer, and Angelus dropped into gameface before backhanding the young demon hard.

"Silence." He demanded, and Xander dared to smile through a bloody lip. Spike cringed in anticipation to the blatant disrespect.

Angelus grinned darkly, before he snapped his wrist back, the whip unfurling in a graceful arc behind him without touching the floor, before cracking forward in one quick motion to lash across the pale chest before it. It was a leather tip, not something Angelus would normally be caught using, but it was all he had the means to acquire on such short notice, and the nearest 'toy' store he had broken into had not recently been restocked.

Xander clenched his jaw and bit back screaming. Pride rose strong in his chest, something he had never before experienced, and his body began to fight against the ripping of skin, rising to meet the lashes. Although his heart no longer beat he had never felt so alive with the passion and the hatred he felt flowing through him, his eyes locked with Angelus' steady golden stare, the rage that permeated his Sire's every movement. It made his now normally cold skin flush and tingle. The heavy metal cuffs that cut into his wrists sent tiny trickles of blood pouring down his arms as he moved and tensed, the deep slashes now criscrossing down his chest and belly bleeding slowly. Groans and growls began to escape his throat as he felt submission creep over him, the power exuded upon him and the helplessness of being able to do nothing but take it began to put him in a frenzy. Just when it seemed to build too taunt, when his arousal started to pulse the whipping stopped and Xander's head fell as he fought to catch unnecessary breath. Old habit he supposed.

Licking his lips Spike stomped out his cigarette. The boy's frame was smeared in a thin layer of dark blood, his arms shaking only slightly from the strain. He was a picture in himself, hanging from the ceiling, not quite broken but waiting for more, craving the pain in a way only a vampire could. It was the sensation that it hurt so bad, but it would heal, no matter how great the damage it would heal, and that meant more.

Angelus turned to glance at the blonde audience, before facing Xander and moving closer to lick at the bloody trails on his arms and chest delicately, pointedly not touching the boy with anything but the tip of his tongue. The youngest hissed, his back arching into the soft torment, and Angelus stopped once he was clean.

"You will sleep like this. The sun will not touch you, but niether will we." He whispered, and Xander caught himself whining.

The master vampire stood striaght, and just for good measure cracked the whip a couple more times, drawing fresh wounds before leaving the room. Spike couldn't help the cocky smirk that crawled across his face as he slowly walked towards the fledgling.

"This is your crossroad, pet. Best choose which path you wanna tread through wisely."

Xander wanted to growl, but his lack of strength wouldn't allow it. The whippings he could handle, the confinement and the solitude he hadn't been prepared for. He didn't want to see what worse could be done if he smart mouthed the older Childe within earshot of their Sire. The blonde smiled wider when the boy made no movement or sound, and whirled around to follow Angelus, his coat flaring around his legs dramatically as he exited the large front room to ascend the stairs. Xander could only continue to whimper softly, wishing suddenly that he was with his new family. He hadn't been left to himself since that fateful night before Spike had re-entered his boring human life, and it terrified him to be left unprotected and practically defenseless when his entire being ached to be next to his maker. The shadows seemed to grow, even though his eyes were much better at night, it looked as though the walls were closing in on him, and he eventually passed out, shaking from exhaustion and need.

~*~

Angelus was the first to wake, a good hour or two before the sun had set, with Spike sleeping on his chest. It was a good feeling, although it would have been more complete with Xander on the other side, waking up to that blonde mop of hair and dangerous blue eyes was something he treasured, especially now after decades of missing this bond with his Childe.

His first intent was to wake the 'new born', and see what the punshiment had inflicted. Angelus knew there was a small chance the boy had learned anything of substenance except that he didn't want to be alone, but that was the whole point of training. After rousing Spike the two had gotten dressed for the night and moved downstairs, clean shirt and pants in hand for the youngest. They would go 'shopping' later for more clothes, but for now the first thought was to feed, and they both knew Xander would be ravenous from the lonliness and hunger. At the first scent of his Sire, Xander's eyes snapped open and he was instantly awake, his body straining to be closer to the pair advancing on him.

"Good morning!" Spike said brightly, fake cheer cutting sharply on Xander's desperation.

"Please, forgive me Sire..." Xander whispered, ignoring Spike's barb and began pulling on the restraints as much as they allowed him to.

Angelus spent a minute looking the youngest over, his chest having healed nicely, no marks left anywhere on his smooth, pale complextion. It pleased him to see that soft, still bronzed tanned skin flawless, and with a small movement unchained the boy.

A small flicker of jealousy hit Spike when Xander fell to his knees and lovingly rubbed his forehead on Angelus' leg. Spike qualled that moment of weakness forcefully, and stuffed his hands in his pockets to search for his cigarettes. The boy's pleading was not going to grate his nerves this early in the night.

"Lets eat, and then find more suitable clothes for you. We may have to skip town soon, let's be prepared." Angelus instructed, and Xander stood to recieve the outfit Spike threw at him.

~*~

Leaving a specialty clothing store in ruins, the three made there way back into the maze that were the alley ways of downtown Sunnydale, dressed in fresh travel gear. All three vampires wore leather coats, Spike having fancied the trench style with the other two in shorter, biker preferences, steel toe boots and pants. Angelus had, after watching Xander fumble through the most horrendous outfits, picked the boy's clothes himself. No Childe of his was going to be dressed like a monkey, instead Xander stood in brown leather pants and coat, with a soft white t-shirt. Angelus had merely changed into a new black button up, loving his original black leather too much to give it up, while Spike had doned new heavy, black leather with his standard red silk dress shirt. He liked the way the silk felt under the coarse leather, it was a luxury he preferred to revel in as often as possible.

They picked off any homeless or stray pedestrian they came across, and on a last minute impulse Angelus had Spike hot wire a '72 Mustang. Driving the rest of the way to the mansion they obtained a couple cans of black spray paint and a small nondescript duffel bag for any supplies that become necessary. Xander couldn't stop fidgeting, he could remember his days as a teenager, dreaming about finally having a driver's license, but now he just wanted out of this dreadful vehicle, needed to stretch his legs and have the freedom to run. Angelus was well aware of his youngest's discomfort, and was eagerly awaiting the breakdown. He knew the fledge wouldn't be able to behave, even after the last time, and always greatly anticipated any form of torture by his hand. His demon rumbled forth at the thought, and he pressed the gas pedal down harder. The car jerked and bounced around the dirt road, debris and dust flying behind them, and Spike cursed as he was thrown against the door.

"What in the bloody 'ell are you doin?!" He hollered, and Angelus merely laughed.

With a moments hesitation, Xander grabbed the door handle of the back passenger seat and flung the door open. Hitting a pothole particularly hard, Xander merely had to ride the movement and was tossed from the car entirely. He hit the ground hard on his right shoulder, feeling the joint pop and dislocate. The pain subsided almost immediately and he was on his feet running through the trees. His body ached the further he ran from his Sire, the bond straining and pulling thin. It was not an audible sound to human or animal ears, but Xander heard the strain, heard the snapping as if a wire was being pulled too taunt. Jumping and scaling through trees and unkempt brush the feeling of freedom was slowly subsiding to a burning pain in the back of his mind, and he hissed through his teeth but he kept running. A deep rooted, mortal residue of the hate he felt for the two vampires that had been occumpaning him began to rise, and the demon in him grew even angrier, still recognising the other two as family and not taking kindly to the human's perspective. An internal battle began to boil in his head, and that burning sensation erupted as he put more space between himself and Angelus. Something snapped, so strongly Xander felt it as if he had been punched in the back of the neck, and he fell in an exhausted slump on the forest floor. He was panting hard, his muscles straining as all his energy left him, lying weak and emotional in the cold dirt. The fear hurt, constricting around his unbeating heart, and he screamed as small fireflies of light began to invade his vision. His head was throbbing, and it felt like it was going to explode if it didn't stop.

Walking steadily with his shoulders held back, Angelus followed Xander's scent and the smell of his pain through the dark forest. He'd instructed Spike to take the car to the mansion and paint the windows. He wanted to be out of this town by dusk tomorrow, tonight he was holding especially for another punishment, and he smiled as he contemplated possible torments for the impending lesson.

The sounds of Xander's growls and whines came to him a good minute before he came upon the boy, curled in a loose fetal position against a large, looming willow tree. He could feel the fledgling relax as the pain of being seperated subsided the closer he got, and recognition caught up with Xander as he rolled away, putting his back against the same tree. Angelus was still grinning in demon form, and Xander's stubborness died as he dropped his game face. As much as he tried to tell himself he could, looking at his Sire right now he knew there would be no chance, nor tolerence if he tried to defeat the older vampire. He could only sit and wait for the punishment he knew he was going to get.

"Feel better now?" Angelus asked coldly, but didn't expect an answer. Kneeling slowly, he put his hands together, hovering over Xander as he allowed a moment of tense silence.

"I think it's time for us to get back, Spike's eagerly awaiting another show." He spoke menacingly, and Xander shuttered.

"Alone..." Xander thought, "He's going to leave me alone again..."

A small regret filled Xander's chest, and he felt panic creep into his veins. Why had he run, had it been worth the pain to see how far he could get?

~*~

Spike had finished preparing the car almost a full hour before the two returned. He had taken to lounging in front of the dead fireplace, picking at his nails and smoking occasionally. He had reminisced on his first run-away. They had been in a town, some non-descript place on the road to the coasts of Europe, when he had seen his mother walking the streets with her golden hair shielding her face. He hadn't known what to do, but he had managed to throw Drucilla for a loop and had grabbed the mortal woman and ran. Finding momentary peace in a small barn he had held her close, his demon itching and hurting from another kind of loss. His mother had looked at him, terrified and so very sad. She started to cry, and Spike had not been able to form coherent, comforting words. He had vamped out, and she had screamed. He had felt one of his Sire's coming close, and the last thing he wanted was for them to kill his only weakness in this world. He bit her, and her screaming stopped as she collapsed in his arms. He fed her of his blood, and ran into the darkened country side.

He remembered making it a good couple of miles before his bond with his blood family weakened completely, and drained he managed to hide his mothers body in an abandoned stable. She had risen akwardly, stumbling and hungry. Spike had no control over her, and she had fled the building. He had cried, heavy tears rolling down his cheeks and his head had burned. Surprisingly enough, his mother's demon had enough sense to recognize a bond between Sire and Childe, and had returned to him with a small goat, still alive and fresh. Eating only dulled the pain ever so slightly enough for him to sit and face the woman that had brought him into this world, now a demon he had created. New tears streamed down his cheeks, even as his mother scoffed at him, no longer his mother.

"Your weak," She had said. "Why should I be bound with you? You'll only get me killed faster."

Spike remembered growling, his anger killing the sadness that had tormented him.

"You will mind you tongue, Anne or I will kill you myself!" Those words still haunted him.

"Like you could even stand to face me properly, boy. You were always too weak to defend yourself..."

Spike closed his eyes, his fingers digging into the armchair he was sitting in. His mother had never finished that sentence. It took a day but Angelus had been the one to find him, starved and whimpering in that barn, his mother's ashes covering the earth he lay on. The cruelty he had seen that night, the unspeakable torture remained a vivid, graphic memory, and one that he had never once dared to tempt again.

Xander was the first to come into the mansion, sliding to the tile as Angelus had thrown him quite violently to Spike's feet. The younger vampire groaned, holding his head as he tried to sit up. Angelus stalked further inside, fangs glaring against the pale moon light as he wrenched the fledge to his feet and against the wall where the chains hung. Xander feared what those shackles meant, and immediately began to fight, kicking and pulling at the hands holding him. He managed to land a decent hit on Angelus' jaw, and the master vampire roared, tossing the boy into the wall behind him effortlessly. The boy's body crumpled as he fell, and he lay shivering on the floor, mumbling apologies and pleading. Angelus straightened his coat, and running a hand through his hair took an offered cigarette from Spike as the blonde stood.

"Take him to the bedroom. Chain him."

Spike nodded once and collected the resisting Xander roughly by the arm. Angel with a soul had been weak in Spike's eyes, a worthless minion of the night, but as Angelus fully restored Spike held enough respect and mixed memories to obey certain commands without sarcasm. When in such moods, Spike knew a misplaced word could easily have him shackled next to Xander. He'd had his share of lessons he'd like to think, and preffered to act as if he had learned from them.

Angelus remained downstairs as he smoked, and once inside the grand bedroom Xander looked to Spike uncertaintly.

"He's going to leave me alone again, isn't he?"

Spike looked at him seriously, "It'll be much worse than that, I'm afraid."

"But, what...?"
"I don't know, so don't ask." Spike growled, before pushing him onto the bed and removing his clothes.

Xander began to squirm and resist Spike's touch, and the blonde backhanded him. Xander remained in his position unmoving after that, and Spike almost felt sorry for the whelp, but he had to be taught. He'd had to go through it, and although Spike never learned why, Drucilla had been the only one of Angelus' Childe that had not been given the same treatment. He liked to feel as though his training had been beneficial, had helped to make him the master vampire he was, and as his ego demanded that he take emmense pride in that fact. Xander would learn the same.

Closing the door behind him, Angelus stepped into the room and shrugged his coat off onto the armchair in the corner. He approached the bed as Spike finished locking the shackles around Xander's pale wrists, and motioned the other vampire to step back.

"You've been a bad Childe," He said, moving around the bed and running his fingernails over Xander's quivering thighs and stomach. Leaning next the boy's ear, he licked the rim gently. "Are you ready for your punishment?"

Before Xander had time to tense Angelus had stepped back and flipped him to his stomach. He yelped as a hard hand came down quickly on his rear, and heard Angelus chuckle as he moved away from the bed and out of view. Xander had no idea what to expect, had only fear to feel and hope to cling to that he could take any pain as long as his Sire stayed with him.

"Please Sire..."
"Be silent!" Angelus roared, and again Xander was spanked.

Spike stood still in one corner of the room, watching and waiting. Angelus came to stand in front of him, and Spike almost purred at the smell of the arousal between them. He'd always gotten hard from watching his teacher angry, even when it was with him, and now was no different. Angelus pulled the blonde against him, their erections meeting through fabric, and this time Spike couldn't hold a moan inside when Angelus kissed him hard. His hands came up to grab the older vampire's shoulders, his body moving against the other's wantonly. He'd forgotten long ago, when Angelus' soul had been restored, how magnificently hypnotic his Sire was. Pulling away and holding Spike steady, Angelus smiled seductively.

"Unfortunately I don't have the tools necessary to put on a good show for you. In the meantime, undress yourself." He ordered, and watched Spike's glittering blue eyes darken.

Xander could only listen, and the passion he felt going on behind him made his body react eagerly to participate. He could hear each article of clothing drop from Spike's hands to the floor with quiet whispers, before more fell and Xander gathered that Angelus was being undressed, sensing Spike's own anxiousness in his movements. The pair were moving together, closer to the bed before Xander felt a weight at the end and to the side. The two were hovering over him, before large hands forced his legs apart and lifted his hips so that he was on his knees.

"You cum and I'll chain you back downstairs for the night. This is for us, not you. Your punishment comes next."
"Yes Sire." Xander answered, and gripped the sheets under his hands tightly.

Turning his head he could see Spike moving, before a blunt, cold object was pressing against his virgin entrance. Before he could blink it was inside him, he could feel skin and muscle tissue ripping and he screamed. It was bad enough that he was being used for the moment, but a part of him actually hurt that it was not Angelus to claim his virginity, and he felt it in every inch of his body; as if he wasn't good enough. Spike didn't move from inside him, and laying his stomach across the youngest's back Xander suddenly knew what was happening, though the pain had dulled any of his otherwise sharp senses.

Angelus grabbed Spike's hips, and with a moment to aim was inside Spike the same as his older Childe was inside Xander. Two of the three growled appreciatively, with Xander bordering on tears before his Sire immediately started a fast, hard tempo, driving him into the matress on every thrust. The tears finally started to fall as he felt his blood leaking out with every movement Spike made, and just when he felt as though it were too much, too invasive Spike was biting him. The fangs dug into his shoulder, and the passion he felt through the other two combined not only brought back his arousal but sent him to the brink of orgasm. Angelus had anticipated such a reaction, and with a quick hand had gripped the base of Xander's cock and held him back. This was the only assistence he would give his Childe ever again.

The smell of blood made Xander light headed and desperate, Spike drinking from him and Angelus holding him back from cumming made the pain intensify, and cautiously though pointedly he began to push his hips into the blonde's thrusts in hopes to end the torment faster. Spike's eyes rolled into the back of his head, the double sensation enough to erase all rational thought and pushed against Angelus. The demanding thrusts became more insistent and hard, and it wasn't long before Spike pulled his teeth from Xander's shoulder to cry out. His orgasm creeped through his spine, his toes curled, and just as the first drops of semen erupted from his body Angelus was drinking from him.

Xander felt Spike cum as clearly as if it were himself, followed a moment later by Angelus' climax and the blonde nearly collapsed on his back. Angelus moved off the bed, gathered Spike in his arms and lay him on the soft bed next to Xander. The youngest felt himself panting, although unnecessarily, his body still throbbing for attention and his legs quivering. His Sire had said his punishment was next, and the way Spike was looking at him, the blonde's strength already almost fully restored, Xander's nervousness grew and his demon hid. He felt the chains drop from his arms and tensed when Angelus grabbed both his wrists. Without saying a word Angelus pulled the boy to his feet and dragged him to the wall that faced opposite the bed, pushing his back against it he reached above Xanders head and pulled down another set of cuffs.

Xander whimpered, hearing the new chains rattle and tried to pull his hands away uselessly.

"Be still, Childe!" Angelus growled, and slammed Xander's back into the wall hard. "This is your punishment, for now. This is how you will stay until we leave this foresaken city tomorrow."

With locks in place Xander squirmed watching his Sire move away from him and smile. He moved, trying to follow, but quickly found that to be a bad idea. Because of how high the chains were nailed, Xander was forced to stand on his toes, and when he tried to pull he found his arms dislocated harshly from their shoulder sockets. He bit back a scream, and stood back as close as he could to the wall, waiting for his shoulders to heal and watching his Sire pounce on Spike who had not moved from his position on the bed. Xander's anger boiled and indignantly his demon growled lowly, possesively. Although he would verbally deny it, he would have rather been chained downstairs then be forced to watch the two ignore him.

Angelus made sure that his boy would be able to see everything he was doing to Spike, and although Spike disliked being a toy he focused all his energy on his Sire and blocked that part out. He remembered being in Xander's position, he remembered watching Angelus fuck Drucilla both when he was a fledge chained and when he'd recently been paralyzed to a wheel chair. It was one of the worst tortures he could remember, not the absolute worst but it still ranked pretty high on his shit list, and he thrust back into the bruising treatment as Angelus took him and immediately increased his speed. No matter the circumstances, it still felt so good to be filled with those large hands holding his hips immobile, his legs wrapped tightly around Angelus' waist.

Angelus made it quick, sensing the sunrise coming closer, and bit into Spike's shoulder, offering his wrist to the writhing Childe and instantly felt the rage streak from across the room as Xander watched Spike partake in something he still had not experienced; drinking from his Sire. Spike fell into it, enjoying every second of the cool blood flowing through him as he came hard.

Xander howled, despite the pain, and rattled his bindings. He wanted it, every drop that Spike stole from his Sire, every commanding thrust, he wanted it now. It had hurt when Spike had taken his virginity, but he had healed, and Angelus was different. Angelus turned to glare at his youngest, Spike's blood staining his lips as he pulled back and continued to drive into the body underneath him. Keeping eye contact with the raging fledgling Angelus roared as he came, wringing mewls from Spike before he left the bed once more. Licking his lips, the older vampire walked slowly towards the struggling Xander.

Standing a foot from Xander's reach, Angelus lifts his still bleeding wrist to just under the boy's nose and watches him struggle harder.

"Would you like a taste?" He asks, and Xander's demon whose come in at full force didn't have the capacity to speak. He lunged at the blood, his eyes glimmering madly in the dark, and Angelus pulled his arm back to slap the feldgling harshly in the face.

"Answer me."

Xander shook his head, his dark hair falling in his eyes and shadowing over the quickly forming bruise on his cheekbone. The bruise would fade within minutes, but the nasty look Angelus gave him would stay in his memory for lifetimes. The smell of his Sire's essence and the arousal still permeating the room, all of it was driving him insane, his blood lust was bordering on ravenous and it made his skin crawl.

"Please..." He begged, his voice deep and raspy.

Grabbing his chin roughly and pulling his face to meet his, Angelus watched the boy's expression carefully.

"Please what?" He whispered.

Spike lay quietly on his back, watching the two. He was debating on whether or not to give in to his craving for a cigarette, sex will do that to a person dead or not, but he wanted to wait to see what the boy would do. If Xander pleased Angelus then Spike would have the time for a quick smoke, if not then Angelus would come back to bed and cigarettes be damned he knew he would be in for it again. Not that he minded either way, he just wanted to be prepared.

"Please Sire." Xander said a little bit louder, and Angelus purred.

"What do you want, Childe?" The older teased, and the strain in Xander's body began to show.

"You." He snarled, and Angelus grinned darkly.

"Well that's too bad, isn't it?" The teasing facade was dropped, and grabbing both of Xander's wrists Angelus pulled the boy's arms up with a cracking sound, effectively keeping them disconnected and in pain. "Because you haven't earned me. Your punishment isn't over. We still have some nighttime left."

Trailing enlongated claws sharply down the boy's stomach, he scratched thin, lightly bleeding cuts, and Xander hissed. Smearing the red liquid with his finger tips, Angelus moved away from the flinching, twitching fledgling, licked his bloody fingers and winked at the lounging Spike.

"Feel free, if your still hungry." He said, and Spike's eyebrows raised in surprise as his Sire left the room, still starch naked.

The youngest continued to writhe, his aching shoulders not even a bother to him anymore. All of his senses had become sharp and he had heard what his Sire had said. He had offered him to the blonde, 'Again' his human seethed, and his rage broke the surface when the older Childe stood.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" Xander screamed, and kicked his leg out at the advancing vampire. Spike caught the offending leg, and moving faster than Xander expected pinned him back from head to toe, the leg he held wrapped around his waist.

"You mind your tongue, pet. Your just as much mine as you are 'is."
"Bullshit! Get away from me!"

Spike's demon snarled, and with his free hand grabbed a fistful of the boy's dark brown hair and wrenched his head to the side. He was done talking, if he allowed him, although now a demon Xander would ramble and scream and fight him until his ears bled. Spike was suddenly hungry, feeling the sticky blood rubbing against his stomach from the cuts Angelus had left on the fledge, and bit into the boy's straining neck. The blood came like a waterfall, pulsing as Xander fought his hold. He tasted familiar, a spicy version of Angelus, but the boy would always taste of their Sire atleast a little bit, it was something Spike found himself to be jealous over. He hated now the fact Drucilla had been the one to turn him, if you had a keen sense or knew the taste you would be able to just barely hint Angelus in his blood, but his own essence and Dru's overrode it. The taste of Xander enraged his demon, and if the boy had not moaned in his ear Spike feared he would have drained the newly turned.

Tearing away, the blonde stumbled to sit on the bed, closing his eyes and bearing down on his urge to have his way with the younger vampire. Angelus offered blood, not pain or lust, and Spike knew his Sire's limits of patience, if he ever held any. Xander was staring at the blonde intently, his eyes a dark gold and his fangs dripping in hunger, his body standing to attention. The power Spike had exuded had clouded his mind and replaced his ire with a different kind of flame.

"Still hungry?" Xander taunted, a thirsty smile broadening his face, the boy's first real grin and Spike's lip twitched.

Angelus slowed his pace, sensing the tension from the bedroom. He couldn't move too slowly, otherwise his 'gift' would be too cool by the time he got there, but he reveled in the angst from both his Childer before ascending to the doorway. He'd left the door open on purpose, and leant just inside the frame to watch the mental struggle between blonde and brunette. Spike was gripping his knees hard, watching Xander watch him. The boy seemed to be goading Spike, and although the struggle was great, Angelus felt a bit of pride at seeing his favorite blonde handeling himself so well.

After another short moment, Angelus decided the staring match was over, that punishment was still due and with the whip he had retrieved from downstairs and the metal poker in hand he entered the dark room.

Spike immediately smelt ash and smoke, a recently burning flame and turned to see the red hot iron in his Sire's possesion. Shock filled him, and he sat perfectly still when Angelus moved towards Xander. Spike had only ever seen the angry end of a branding spear twice in his existence as a vampire under Angelus' wing, and those had been horrifying acts of deleberate rebellion against the laws that had been ordered upon him. When he'd run away that one and only time not even then had he been made to suffer the sensation of his flesh melting, he figured maybe his mother had something to do with that instance, maybe that was his mercy, but Spike doubted it. It had been a long time since Angelus had the pleasure of torturing, perhaps it was merely a fetish that needed to be filled. Xander eyed his Sire carefully as he threw the whip to the bed, and waved the steel in a broad circle, the smoke trailing after it gracefully.

"I told you, your punishment wasn't over."

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TBC...

Author's Note: For those of you slightly morbid fanatics, you will get to see torture more in depth in future chapters, some that may be construed as worse than being poked with a hot rod and some not so much. Sorry if I quelled some expectations, it will get more graphic (and not just with the punishments, I do love to write NC-17 patented, naked adult scenarios).