Lost in the Dark, Cleansed in the Flame

Chapter 5 - Experiments (NC-17)

Spike sat on the floor cross-legged, eyes closed. He took long deep
breaths, counting each one and picturing the number in his head
each time. It was a technique he'd learned long ago. Concentrating
on the nrs ars allowed him to go into a light self-hypnotic trance.
Once he fell under he began to center all his thoughts on Xander.

One by one each of his lover's features became visible to him. The
mop of brown hair. The dark chocolate eyes. The pouty bottom lip.
Until his vision of the man was sharp and clear. Then he reached out
through the bond to touch his mate. At first the contact was faint and
sluggish. Then suddenly, as if a switch had been thrown, the bond
snapped back into place.

Spike found himself in their apartment bedroom. He recognized the
furniture and the bedclothes as his eyes swept the room. What the
bloody heck was going on? Then he noticed movement on the bed.
Xander was there, eyes closed, head thrown back in passion. What
the bloody fuck?!

He lunged toward ted, ed, intent on ripping out the heart of any
creature that dared touch his Xan in that way. He stopped short at
the sight of bleached blonde hair and pale skin.

***

"Report."

"Hostile 17 fell into some sort of trance approximately 7 minutes ago
sir. He has not moved from his current position in that time."

"No changes whatsoever?"

"Well sir. He has no vitals that we can monitor but…the cameras do
indicate that soon after he fell into the trance he also became
aroused."

"Good." The man nodded to himself. "What of subject X2573?"

"Vitals remain the same. He's mumbled a few words here and there
but we haven't been able to make them out yet. The sound techs are
working on the enhancement now and should have something for you
within an hour of the testing."

"Good. Maintain your surveillance."

"Yes sir."

***

"We need firepower." fy ify insisted.

"Yes, yes." Giles was rubbing profusely at his glasses. "But first we
need a plan. Being aware of their location does not automatically
gain us victory."

"Willow and I c-could setup a glamour. Make them all believe we're
demons. That way they'll take us d-down into the complex and we
don't have to break in." Tara suggested.

"Good idea sweetie." Willow gave Tara an encouraging smile. "We
could also hide Buffy's firepower under the glamour, so they wouldn't
even know we were bringing anything in."

"Great Wills! Sounds like plan to me." Buffy was up and grabbing
weapons before Giles could clear his throat.

"Mmhmm." Giles triedgrabgrab her attention, when she finally turned
around he continued. "We will need someone on the outside. So that
after we've found Spike and Xander they can help with the escape."

"Someone on the outside? We'll need all four of us if we're going to
be able to get Xan and Spike out." Buffy countered.

"Nevertheless. We still need someone on the outside. What if
something goes wrong? We need someone who isn't trapped in the
complex with us."

Buffy sighed in defeat. She knew Giles was right. But this would just
be another delay in their rescue attempt, but finally she agreed.
"Alright. I'll call him."

***

"Mmmmm….Spike." Xander's body was tingling all over. His lover
was licking and sucking on his balls, while using one hand to slowly
pump his engorged shaft.

"You like that Xan?" Spike watched him from beneath hooded lids.
"You like my tongue tasting you, wetting you down?"

"Fuck yeah." Xander groaned out. He squeezed his eyes shut,
throwing his head back to let out a guttural groan at thelinglings Spike
invoked.

Suddenly he heard deepry gry growling coming from his right. He
turned his head sharply and gasped at the sight of an enraged Spike.
His head volleyed back and forth from the Spike in his bed to the
Spike standing beside him. "Who? What? Spike?!" Xander babbled.

The look on standing Spike's face morphed from anger to arousal in
seconds. "This a fantasy luv? You dreaming 'bout me taking you?"

"What?" Xander had missed the turn-off the conversation had taken.
"What's going on?"

"Must be a dream Xan. I reached through the bond and ended up
here." Spike explained.

Xander tried to think for just a moment. Hard to do since the Spike on
the bed was now gently rubbing his thumb over Xander's hole,
making his sphincter muscles clench and tighten in anticipation. A
dream? He shook his head.

Then he was hit with the memory of the last few days all at once. The
white room, the pain, the needle he'd been injected with. "Drugged."
He mum to to himself. "They drugged me. Why?"

"Don't know luv. But this is much better than their last go isn't it?"
Spike raised a brow at him.

"Ungh!" Xander grunted as the Spike in bed took him in his mouth,
taking him deeply enough that the tip of Xander's cock was thrusting
against the back of Spike's throat. "Fuck yeah." He came back
enough to at least answer standing Spike's question.

"Is he sucking hard Xan?" Spike queried. "Does it feel just as good
as being down my throat? Having the real thing?" He moved closer
to the bed, placed his hand on Xander's chest and began to rub his
thumb over one brown nipple.

Real thing? Xander's mind was trying to come to terms with the fact
that he was now faced with two Spikes. So standing Spike was his
mate, reaching through the bond to get to him. While Spike in bed
was eam eam figment? All his body knew was that there were two
Spikes. Two Spikes to lick and suck and fuck him until he cried out
with the pain/pleasure of it.

Spike watched the emotions flutter across Xander's face. And he
knew the moment Xan realized that he had two Spikes at his
disposal. He could smell the increase in pheromones and was
surprised that Xander wasn't already cumming in his dream double's
mouth.

Xander slowly pushed DreamSpike off him, turning them around so
that he was now on top. Looking to the side he saw that RealSpike
was alreaakedaked, his hard cock bouncing against his stomach as
he neared the bed. He dipped his head down to take in one of
DreamSpike's dark nipples, teasing the puckered flesh with his teeth
and tongue. He felt his heartbeat quicken as the bed dipped under
RealSpike's weight.

"Fuck Xan! Bite it. Please, fuck!" DreamSpike was begging him.
Xander shivered both from the deep wave of arousal that came from
his lover's pleas and the idea of not knowing where RealSpike was
and what he was planning.

RealSpike leaned down and began sweeping his tongue over
Xander's ass. Occasionally he would stop and slap one meaty globe,
and then lick the reddened flesh until it cooled once more. With each
stinging slap, Xander's cock dribbled more and more precum. Xander
was so hard, he thought one more slap would send him over the
edge.

Pulling away from DreamSpike he glanced behind him, only to see
RealSpike coating his fingers with lube. "Please Spike! God! Need
you in me." Xander moaned.

"Yes pet. Soon, just need to get you ready luv." RealSpike began to
swirl a finger around Xander's opening, making him shiver and thrust
his ass back. RealSpike leaned forward to whisper in Xander's ear.
"Take him in your mouth luv. He's begging for it." RealSpike
indicated the writhing form beneath them. "He's begging to be
sucked."

RealSpike let out ap grp groan as Xander swooped down to take
DreamSpike into his mouth. The position caused him to st hst his ass
up into the air, leaving him open and waiting for RealSpike's cock.
Xander moaned as cool fingers breached his body, stretching his hole
with each thrust.

Xander didn't think his brain could process all the sensations flooding
his body. DreamSpike was thrusting into his mouth, filling him and
dripping salty precum onto hisgue.gue. While RealSpike was
strecthing him full, ticking his prostate as he thrust his fingers in and
out of clenching channel. Finally Xander couldn't take anymore. He
withdrew his mouth, causing DreamSpike to cry out in protest. He
turned to glare at RealSpike, demanding to be taken. "No more
teasing Spike. Fuck me. I need your cock. I'm so ready. God!"

RealSpike almost came at the look Xander gave him. He grabbed
the base of his shaft, nodding to Xander before pushing forward to
force the head through Xander's tight ring of muscle. Xander
moaned, pushing back to meet RealSpike's thrust. He was
concentrating so hard on the feeling of RealSpike entering him that
he was unprepared for DreamSpike's hand to shoot out and force his
head back down to his groin.

The urgency of DreamSpike's demand made Xander even harder,
and he quickly took the saliva coated cock back into his mouth.
"Mmphpmm," Xander could only mumble incoherently. The feeling of
being ed ced completely was new and extremely erotic. To have Spike
thrusting into his ass and throat was beyond comparing. The few
mumbled sounds emitting from Xander's throat caused DreamSpike
to buck and scr Wi Within minutes he was shooting his cum down
Xander's throat.

RealSpike groaned at the sight of Xander swallowing DreamSpike's
cum. He could see little dribbles escape and run down Xan's chin.
He felt his own balls tightening so he reached around to grab
Xander's penis in a tight fist. He began to pump him harshly, pulling
and pushing on his cock with each thrust. Xander cried out and
began thrusting harder back and forth, not knowing what he wanted
more. Spike's cock on his ass, or Spike's fist on his cock. Suddenly
DreamSpike reached up and grabbed both Xand nip nipples, twisting
hard.

Xander screamed. "Spike!!" He felt like he was screaming for hours,
as his cum exploded out of his cock. His voice grew hoarse, but he
continued to thrust forward and back until he felt RealSpike's cock
beginning to pulse within him. He sighed at the familiar feel of cool
cum shooting inside him, oozing out of his hole to coat his thighs.

Finally all three exhausted they collapsed in a heap on top of each
other.

***

"They've both fallen into a deep sleep sir."

"Results?"

"Both subjects were recorded speaking, though the techs are still
trying to make out the exact words."

"And?"

"Both subjects ejaculated sir."

The older man smirked. He could hear the embarrassment in the
soldier's voice as he reported. "Good." It was just what he'd hoped
for. "Make sure to keep all recording devices on, we don't want to
miss anything that might be significant. Have the all reports to me
within the hour."

"Yes sir."

***

Buffy sat on the steps of her back porch, her arms wrapped sly ly
around her own waist. She worried her bottom lip as she went over
the details of the rescue operation in her head.

"Buffy, we've done all the planning we can. All that's left is to pick up
a few more weapons and await Angel's arrival." Giles stepped out to
speak with her.

"Thanks Giles." Buffy answered absently.

The Watcher sat down beside his Slayer, taking in her bruised lip and
anxious expression. "I know the waiting is hard for you. But this is
our best chance." He laid a warm hand on her shoulder in support.
"Come inside. Get some rest."

Still staring out at her backyard Buffy asked, "What do you think
they're doing to them?" The words escaped her lips in a whisper.

"I don't know. We shouldn't speculate." Giles shook his head.
"There's no telling for sure."

"You're wrong."

"Wrong?" Giles asked.

"Waiting's not the hard part." Buffy answered, standing up to head
back into the house. "Not knowing. Imagining. That's the part that
kills."

Giles had no answer and so followed his Slayer in silence.