Breaking a Slayer

Chapter 36

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Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.

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Feedback: Is always nice. DarkRhiannon@aol.com

Rating: NC-17.


Author's Note: Ok, well clearly from the reviews I received on Chapter 35, everyone feels like Xander is in dire need of a trip to the woodshed. Far be it from me to deny my fans. Grin! Enjoy. -Rhi

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Xander stared at the three bodies entwined so intimately on the bed. He couldn't take his eyes from the sight. Angel's huge frame was spooned around Buffy's diminutive body, his arm laid possessively across her and around Spike. His pleasure at being there was quite evident to Xander's eyes. *I think I'm going to go blind,* he thought in shock. *How the heck does she…NO, NOT GOING THERE! La la la la, thinking of something else now…* Spike was nestled lower, his white blond head resting on the Slayer's breasts. Mmm, nice breasts. Round and soft-looking and, shit, they're awake and they're looking at me!!! Oh, shit, oh shit, oh shit. The growling that filled the room didn't disturb Buffy's slumber at all, she simply threw one slender leg over Spike's and nestled closer to him.

Of all the things he saw in the room, that instinctive reaction on Buffy's part was what disturbed him the most. In her sleep, at her most vulnerable, Buffy considered them safe. Considered Spike, SPIKE, safe. It was so wrong he couldn't even begin to grasp it. He drew in a breath, about to scream at her as he had the previous night.

Suddenly, Spike was in front of him, naked, growling and golden-eyed, with his game face on. His cold hand slapped onto Xander's mouth before he could utter a word. Spike growled, very low, "if you wake her, I swear I'll bloody gut you right here, and dance in your entrails. Got it, boy?"

Xander nodded, suddenly aware that he was seriously outnumbered by vampires and couldn't expect help for some time. Spike looked back at Angel and some sort of unspoken communication seemed to pass between them. Angel inclined his head regally (*God, how can he look regal and naked at the same time?* Xander thought) once at Spike, then curled back around Buffy, shielding her from Xander's gaze and deliberately ignoring him.

Spike cocked his head at Xander and snarled, "you gonna be a good little tosser and keep quiet whilst I get my pants or do we have to do this with me buck naked?"

Xander whispered, "Get the pants, please," sure that no matter what came next, it would be much, much better if Spike wore pants.

Spike removed his hand and jerked his head at Xander. "Get out," he hissed as he leaned over and grabbed a pair of black jeans off the floor.

Xander backed from the room away from the angry vampire in front of him. His bruises ached all over again and he realized that his habits with Spike were going to give him serious grief. He'd gotten so used to taunting the vampire, certain that no matter what he said or did, Spike couldn't hurt him. It had given Xander a chance to really let loose with the insults and jibes. He sensed uber-bad payback coming.

Spike pulled the door to the bedroom closed behind him nonchalantly, still carrying the jeans in one hand. His nakedness didn't seem to bother him at all. Xander couldn't help looking and noticed, against his will, that Spike was no slouch in the endowment department, either. *God, are all vampires built like that? No wonder Buffy is so…STOP, not doing this again. Ick, yuck, not thinking about size, no siree, not me. I'm Xander Harris and I don't notice other men. Nope! Never!*

*But Angel was curled around Spike too,* his traitorous mind insisted on noting. *Do they, are they?* His inatination built a picture of Angel thrusting that huge dick into the smaller man and Xander blushed dark crimson at the thought.

Spike smelled fear on the boy, stark stinking fear, but also arousal. The boy'd been staring at his mate and his sire, getting all worked up. The growl started again, without him even thinking about it.

Xander took one look at the predatory rage on Spike's face and ran, stumbling, back toward the stairs.

Spike swore, jumped into his pants and fastened the buttons while chasing the boy. He leapt from the top of the stairs and landed in one graceful rush at the bottom, in front of Xander.

Xander spotted the weapons chest and ran to it, sure that he was about to die and unwilling to go alone.

Spike saw where he was heading and let him go. *This should be fun,* he thought to himself.

Xander ripped open the lid and grabbed the miniature crossbow that Buffy was so fond of. It was already loaded. He turned and fired at Spike. The vampire moved like lightening, faster than Xander had ever seen him, and caught the bolt before it could hit him. He smiled dangerously at Xander and advanced, slinking like a panther on a hunt.

"That the best you can do, sport?" he taunted, circling Xander like a shark, totally intent on his prey.

Xander had never seen Spike so dangerous, even back when he'd been unchipped and planning their deaths. The vampire looked vicious, as if he'd happily tear Xander limb from limb and dance in the blood, as he'd threatened upstairs. Xander grabbed desperately at the chest again and came up with…a baseball bat? *What the hell? Well, it's wood, I guess.* He swung the bat at Spike and actually connected.

Spike hadn't been expecting Xander to have the balls to actually hit him with the damned bat. *Fuck, that hurt!* he swore inwardly, clutching his face for a moment before recovering his composure. *That's it, no more playing, Will!* He sprang for Xander, ripping the bat from his hands and throwing it ac the the room. He attacked quickly, but held back just enough to not kill the little git. *Can't have Buffy hating me,* he thought as he rammed his fists into Xander's abs. *Boy's been working out,* he noted idly, as the muscles he was pummeling tightened against the onslaught.

Spike punished him savagely, battering the boy's face until blood ran from his nose and mouth and both eyes were blackening. Xander got in a few punches of his own, but the vampire barely noticed them, so enraged was he.

Xander staggered back from the beating then ran, like a drunken rabbit, dodging and throwing on extra bursts of speed to try to escape. It was futile. Spike cornered him in the ruined garden, safe from the last rays of the sun because of the high stone walls. Spike bitch slapped Xander across the mouth with the back of one hand. The boy just hunched and took it. His face was black and blue, bloody from Spike's new beating. He smelled…he smelled like a victim. Spike realized that this one had felt the back of a hand many times before. It meant nothing to him to be beaten again, indeed, his reaction to Spike's punishment proved that. He expected pain, smelled like he accepted it. *No…something different now,* Spike thought. He concentrated, ignoring the blood with difficulty, and slid his human mask on.

"So, you think you know everything, eh, Xander? You think you can call Buffy vile names, treat her like shit because she loves us? Because we care for her, you think she's a monster? Because she lets us touch her, she's defiled, is that it, Xan?" he taunted.

"You, you're all dead and evil and soulless. It's disgusting, depraved, dirty…" he ran out of d-words and switched tacks. "At least Dead Boy…" he stopped as Spike punched him in the gut.

"Angelus is my sire. You will refer to him with more respect if you want to live," Spike snarled, surprised that he was so incensed at Xander for the familiar nickname. Satan knew, Spike had enough nicknames for Angel to write a bloody book. But no one else got to do that, it was his purview.

"At least Angel," Xander made the name a sneer, "has a soul. Even if he can't keep it in his pants. How long before he looses it again with her? Huh, Spike? I bet they're doing it right now. And you're not there. Does he fuck you, too? How the heck did you get to join the party anyway? Last I knew you were all chipped and still evil, hating us and slinking around like some beaten dog."

Spike growled, dangerously close to just beating the boy to death, no matter what Buffy would say. *No, Will, she'll need him when you leave. Got to make sure he's there for her, no matter how bloody useless he is.* "Xander, let me tell you a few things that happened before you went out gallivanting around the country with your demon whore. That other slayer woke up, Xander. She took Buffy's body and you lot didn't even know it. How does it feel to know you let her down like that? You all left her. She got carted off by those Watcher types, had to break free and escape, tried to go to Angel for help and then got bloody well switched back into her own bod right in the middle of a drunken, drugged-up gang bang started by her good friend Faith. They raped her, Xander. Over and over, in every way possible and they beat her and they left her for dead in an alley. She couldn't even fight back, Xander."

The boy shuddered at Spike's words, denial springing to his lips. "No, they couldn't. She's the Slayer! She's too strong for…"

Spike cut him off. "Told you, Faith did drugs and booze with Buffy's body before the switch. She woke, magic-dazed, in a body too messed up to do anything. I found her the next night, Xander. Crawling naked and bloody through that stinking alley. Smelled like she'd been had by at least twenty different men. Could have let her die."

Xander looked at him suspiciously. "Why didn't you? You hated her, you hate all of us."

"Couldn't let cattle kill her. Not like that. Wasn't right," Spike muttered, looking away, still uncomfortable with the tenderness he felt for the Slayer.

Xander gazed at him from swollen eyes and nodded his head. "You love her, too. You reallve hve her."

"Not your concern, Boy. Took her to hospital, got her all patched up and took her to LA. Chit wanted to protect Angel from Faith, even though she could barely walk." Spike shook his head at Buffy's stubbornness. "Brought her back afterwards and took her home. She walked into her house and her mum," his voice cracked. "Joyce was dead. Stroke or something. Been dead for half a day. Buffy blamed herself. Said she should have been there and Joyce could have gotten help in time."

"God, no, Buffy's mom is…dead?" Xander looked shocked and ready to cry.

"She lost everything, Boy. Her mum, her school, the house, even that uptight boyfriend scarpered off. Chit had nothing. Was staying in a dump of a motel, barely eating. All she did was Slay. Right good at it, too, but still, wasn't natural. I got Angel, dragged him back here to try to help her, somehow."

Xander was past shock now and into utter horror. "She had no one. We were all gone. She was alone. But, Spike, again I'm with the why? Why did you help her? Why weren't you happy that she was dying inside? Why did you care?"

"Dunno. Just do. Not your business."

"Ok, I get that she should be grateful to you, but god, that's no excuse for letting you touch her," Xander said, self-righteously. "Whatever else you may be, Spike, you're evil. We all know it. You brag about it constantly anyway. How can she stand to let you near her? It's disgusting."

"Oi! You're fucking a bloody vengeance demon and I'm disgusting?" Spike was insulted.

"Ex-vengeance demon and it's not the same thing," Xander insisted. "You're dead. You're cold, it's just…revolting."

A glint in his eye, Spike spoke silkily to the boy. "Oh, is that it, Xander? I'm disgusting, am I? Certainly you could never do anything so depraved with your pristine, practically virgin body." He advanced on Xander before the boy knew what he was doing and pinned him to the wall.

"I think you need a lesson in manners, Boy. Buffy isn't depraved for wanting me, just…sensible," he said in a very self-satisfied tone. "Bet I can make you scream, Xander," he purred, leaning one hand to either side of Xander's head and lowering his head till his lips almost brushed Xander's.

Xander tried to recoil, but there was nowhere to go. He didn't want this, hadn't thought about this, never dreamed that, god, what was Spike doing with his hands? Xander groaned as the shorter man ripped open his flannel shirt and traced the marks of each livid bruise on Xander's chest and belly. The skin was so sensitive from the bruises that the slight whispering touch of the vampire's cold hand sent nerve impulses flying everywhere. Spike traced Xander's flat nipples and he moaned, arching into the blond's touch to get more. Spike ran those cool fingers down and traced the waistband of Xander's jeans, jeans that were now unbearably tight.

"Take them off," Spike whispered, voice like rough velvet, caressing Xander's ears.

"Wha-what?" Xander asked, awash in sensation and totally unable to think.

"Take off your pants, Boy. Unless you want me to stop. Do you want me to stop, Xander? Is this too depraved? Am I revolting you?" Spike whispered, nipping at Xander's ear with blunt teeth.

"God, no. Don't stop, I mean, oh, God, what am I doing?" Xander was panicking.

Spike stopped his frantic words with a rough kiss, capturing the boy's mouth with his cool one. He drew back and whispered against Xander's parted lips, "take your pants off, Xander. Do it now."

Xander took his hands off Spike's arms. *How did my hands get there?* Trembling with lust, he hastily unfastened his jeans, sliding them down with his boxers and off of his legs. He stood before Spike, clad only in his ripped shirt, shaking with need.

Spike pushed Xander ungently to the rough stone bench and straddled him. He turned Xander's head to the side and kissed his neck. He was brutal and demanding, unleashing his frustrated dominance on the boy with no qualms. He bit with blunt teeth at the artery that beat so enticingly under Xander's salty skin, leaving more bruises and making the boy arch against him in desire. Spike ground his erection into Xander's, leaving him gasping.

"Please, Spike, please, god," Xander moaned, helplessly awash in the carnal sensations that Spike's practiced teasing produced.

In one lithe motion, Spike moved down Xander's body, and the boy pressed his hips upward toward the vampire's hungry mouth. "Xander, look at me," Spike commanded gruffly.

Xander looked. The vampire knelt over him, game face on and golden eyes glowing in the twilight. He looked feral, dangerous and utterly frightening.

"Do you want me, Xander? An evil, dead thing? A vampire? Do you?" Spike growled.

"Yes! Yes, please," Xander begged, arching into the vampire with every sense on fire.

Spike snarled and plunged his head down. Xander arched up, already imagining his cock in that hard, cool mouth. But Spike didn't take him. Instead, Spike struck like a cobra, sinking his fangs into Xander's femoral artery and tearing it open. He sucked harshly, bringing blood to his rapacious mouth in long hard pulls.

Xander writhed helplessly below him. The pain was intense, mind-clouding, but the pleasure that accompanied it was just as strong. Xander convulsed...his hips thrashing under Spike's cold hands as the vampire sucked him. Xander came, gushing his emission all over his chest.

Spike pulled back, closing the puncture with his tongue. He smirked down at the boy, still limp in the aftermath of the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced. "Look at that. I didn't even touch you, you wanker, and you spilled all over yourself. No control at all, Boy. Are you ever going to say anything to Buffy about fucking vampires again, Xander?" Spike snarled.

Xander looked at him stupidly.

"Answer me, Boy! Are you ever giving the Slayer a hard time about her mates again? Are you sticking your nose in where it don't belong ever again? I promise you, Boy, next time, I'll fuck your ass so hard you spit blood."

Xander winced at the imagery. "No, no, I'll never say a thing, god, Spike, I promise!"

"Good. Lesson learned. Now get out. And…be kind to her…or I'll bloody kill you for certain."

Xander gathered up his clothes and limped hurriedly out of the garden, unwilling to spend even a second more in the presence of the vampire who had so utterly humiliated *pleasured* and beaten him. The bruises and cuts that Spike had inflicted were far from the worst thing he'd done. Xander was sure he'd never be able to look the vampire in the eyes again.

Spike smiled to himself and moved quickly back upstairs. Rupes wasn't due for another half hour. Surely the other two were awake by now. Teenaged blood always got him horny.

To be continued...