To Be Claimed
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
11,902
Reviews:
62
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0
Currently Reading:
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Dassani—Actually, with as bored as I get without classes, hols tend to be highly productive on the writing/drawing front…and yeah, I get caught up in WIP’s all the time! This may actually be the first one I’ve written that I’ve ever loved enough to feel confident enough to post before it’s done.
WingedHugs for the SerpentsKisses.
hyakuhei—No drool on the hard wood. And no blood on the carpet, Spike!
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Spike blinked down at the sleeping boy. Whelp was still panting, yet he’d dropped to sleep instantly. He cocked his head. Boy had said that he couldn’t say no once he’d been properly claimed. Was there an improper way to claim him? The incantation and mojo had certainly been a bit of a surprise.
“Tch, won’t refuse to talk, I suppose,” he muttered. Spike sat back and looked at the bloody marvelous picture his Pet made. Literally. He grabbed the whelp’s tangled clothes and wrapped him in the coat. Not about to linger out here with blood and sex heavy in the air. Invitation to trouble, that. Demons generally knew better than to disturb a vampire playing with its food—which is undoubtedly what they’d looked like with the blood and screams. Now was a different matter. Scavengers, the lot of the sorry blokes in this damned town. Though, it would be nice to have rumors of a broken chip, even if they didn’t last.
Dressed, he draped his still-unconscious Pet over a shoulder, snatched up the last of the clothing, and started back to the apartment. Boy squirmed. Spike smoothed his hand down a leg and murmured reassurances. Warm body relaxed quickly, almost-snores coming from the upside-down head. Spike hummed a bit on the walk home.
***
Xander woke slowly, the scent of cigarette smoke clinging in his nose. His body announced its displeasure with numerous aches. Spike was sprawled over his back, mouth open while tongue and teeth played along the nape of his neck. He relaxed, waiting for the bleached vampire to decide what to do.
“Mornin’, Pet,” was mumbled into his skin. “Now, tell me ‘bout Mar’geshun.” Xander sighed. He knew Spike wasn’t going to settle for any half-answers.
“Mar’geshun aren’t demons, exactly,” Xander didn’t know, really, where to start. Spike snorted.
“Ya certainly ain’t human, pet,” he said, fingers resting possessively over Xander’s throat and the marks upon it. Reminders that Spike’s chip quite obviously wasn’t going to work with him.
“Or mortal,” Xander mumbled. Spike’s finger’s twitched—a subtle warning that the vampire wasn’t going to be particularly patient. Xander kept talking. “That’s the thing, Mar’geshun aren’t anything, yet can be everything.” He could feel his Master’s growl. “We were created by a mage, a long time ago. Magical constructs, you could say. The first successful templates were a male human and a male Trukast.” Spike shifted up to get a better view of the half-buried face beneath him.
“The beautiful ones?” Spike asked, a hint of awe in his murmur.
“Yeah,” Xander muttered into the pillow, resisting a pout at the sudden trill of jealousy. “Let’s just say that the Mage Master liked pretty things. He was the one who killed them off.” Xander wondered if he sounded a bit too happy; he was, after all, a descendant of that Trukast. “The Master,” he flinched a bit at Spike’s growl, “eh, he tried to bind quite a number of them. Like I said, pretty things. The only reason he succeeded with the two was because he’d raised them, himself, as personal slaves. They were clean slates, empty of any societal or personal concepts. The…Mage,” Spike smirked into Xander’s back, “kept them isolated, trained with this binding in mind. See, most people went insane at the way the binding focused all thought on their master—couldn’t take the sudden loss of self. The success was because the two had no sense of self to begin with. And then…well, the binding took on a life of its own.” Xander tilted his head to try and see how Spike was taking this. A blond head lay quietly on his shoulder, and he felt a small trill of happiness that his Master was content. “The Mage was Willow-scary strong, but—as we’ve seen—magic doesn’t necessarily care. It inundated the two, changed them on nearly every level imaginable—physical, magical, emotional, mental—hell, the perfectly normal human male carried and birthed three children for the Mage. It was all rather unexpected. The Mage was pleased, though, with the initial results. The binding magic had made his two slaves into exactly what he’d wanted. It wasn’t until the children came along—and grew up—that he began to wonder about unforeseen consequences.” Xander paused. This next part was odd. Well, stranger then before, and he wasn’t sure where it was going to go. The story of the Mage Master was considered historical fact to the Mar’geshun and was required to be passed down the generations. The information he was about to tell Spike was more along the lines of common knowledge, and he didn’t have a lot of contact with his people. His mother had tried to teach him, but….
“Pet?” Spike asked.
“The children were a surprise, obviously. It’s why the Mage had chosen males. He didn’t want an heir. Didn’t want to pass on his magic. Even if he wasn’t good, he didn’t want his off-spring destroying the world or anything.” Spike chuckled. “He just wanted to know that he’d created the perfect slave. Because he could.” Xander sighed. “We suspect he never learned half of the idiosyncrasies he’d put in his pets.”
“We?” Spike’s voice was soft, as if he didn’t want to interrupt, yet needed a bit of control over the story flow. Xander hadn’t realized until now just how much he seemed to want to tell this story to his Master.
“We, the Mar’geshun. We may be the slave race, but we do have a society. Have to raise our kids right and all.” And yes, they were a proud race. Very proud that no Master ever wanted for anything. The Mage Master had made them to please, and it was inherent to them. Spike snorted in humor.
“With royalty and ruling council, pet?” Spike was amused. Xander knew he would have been offended before the bonding. Now, his Master simply needed a bit of gentle correction. Miscommunication could be dangerous between them. Especially for Xander.
“Yes, actually.” Xander waited until Spike poked him with an impatient finger. “The Trukast had the first child. His only child. The descendant’s thereafter have been considered our royalty. Our current Queen is over four hundred years old.” Xander wondered if he wanted to continue this line of thought to its conclusion.
“Uh-huh,” Spike said, hinting that he was waiting for the rest.
“She’s my great-grandmother.” Spike was still. “With my grandfather’s recent Following, and my mother’s ineligibility…” Xander took a deep breath, “I’m the Crown Prince.”
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*tease, tease, tease* I’m awful! But at least you have an understanding of Mar’geshun (I told you I’d started this before the last chapter was finished). Anything I can clear up for you all? Did anyone see the Prince bit coming? Guessing still open for his old master!
Dassani—Actually, with as bored as I get without classes, hols tend to be highly productive on the writing/drawing front…and yeah, I get caught up in WIP’s all the time! This may actually be the first one I’ve written that I’ve ever loved enough to feel confident enough to post before it’s done.
WingedHugs for the SerpentsKisses.
hyakuhei—No drool on the hard wood. And no blood on the carpet, Spike!
**********
Spike blinked down at the sleeping boy. Whelp was still panting, yet he’d dropped to sleep instantly. He cocked his head. Boy had said that he couldn’t say no once he’d been properly claimed. Was there an improper way to claim him? The incantation and mojo had certainly been a bit of a surprise.
“Tch, won’t refuse to talk, I suppose,” he muttered. Spike sat back and looked at the bloody marvelous picture his Pet made. Literally. He grabbed the whelp’s tangled clothes and wrapped him in the coat. Not about to linger out here with blood and sex heavy in the air. Invitation to trouble, that. Demons generally knew better than to disturb a vampire playing with its food—which is undoubtedly what they’d looked like with the blood and screams. Now was a different matter. Scavengers, the lot of the sorry blokes in this damned town. Though, it would be nice to have rumors of a broken chip, even if they didn’t last.
Dressed, he draped his still-unconscious Pet over a shoulder, snatched up the last of the clothing, and started back to the apartment. Boy squirmed. Spike smoothed his hand down a leg and murmured reassurances. Warm body relaxed quickly, almost-snores coming from the upside-down head. Spike hummed a bit on the walk home.
***
Xander woke slowly, the scent of cigarette smoke clinging in his nose. His body announced its displeasure with numerous aches. Spike was sprawled over his back, mouth open while tongue and teeth played along the nape of his neck. He relaxed, waiting for the bleached vampire to decide what to do.
“Mornin’, Pet,” was mumbled into his skin. “Now, tell me ‘bout Mar’geshun.” Xander sighed. He knew Spike wasn’t going to settle for any half-answers.
“Mar’geshun aren’t demons, exactly,” Xander didn’t know, really, where to start. Spike snorted.
“Ya certainly ain’t human, pet,” he said, fingers resting possessively over Xander’s throat and the marks upon it. Reminders that Spike’s chip quite obviously wasn’t going to work with him.
“Or mortal,” Xander mumbled. Spike’s finger’s twitched—a subtle warning that the vampire wasn’t going to be particularly patient. Xander kept talking. “That’s the thing, Mar’geshun aren’t anything, yet can be everything.” He could feel his Master’s growl. “We were created by a mage, a long time ago. Magical constructs, you could say. The first successful templates were a male human and a male Trukast.” Spike shifted up to get a better view of the half-buried face beneath him.
“The beautiful ones?” Spike asked, a hint of awe in his murmur.
“Yeah,” Xander muttered into the pillow, resisting a pout at the sudden trill of jealousy. “Let’s just say that the Mage Master liked pretty things. He was the one who killed them off.” Xander wondered if he sounded a bit too happy; he was, after all, a descendant of that Trukast. “The Master,” he flinched a bit at Spike’s growl, “eh, he tried to bind quite a number of them. Like I said, pretty things. The only reason he succeeded with the two was because he’d raised them, himself, as personal slaves. They were clean slates, empty of any societal or personal concepts. The…Mage,” Spike smirked into Xander’s back, “kept them isolated, trained with this binding in mind. See, most people went insane at the way the binding focused all thought on their master—couldn’t take the sudden loss of self. The success was because the two had no sense of self to begin with. And then…well, the binding took on a life of its own.” Xander tilted his head to try and see how Spike was taking this. A blond head lay quietly on his shoulder, and he felt a small trill of happiness that his Master was content. “The Mage was Willow-scary strong, but—as we’ve seen—magic doesn’t necessarily care. It inundated the two, changed them on nearly every level imaginable—physical, magical, emotional, mental—hell, the perfectly normal human male carried and birthed three children for the Mage. It was all rather unexpected. The Mage was pleased, though, with the initial results. The binding magic had made his two slaves into exactly what he’d wanted. It wasn’t until the children came along—and grew up—that he began to wonder about unforeseen consequences.” Xander paused. This next part was odd. Well, stranger then before, and he wasn’t sure where it was going to go. The story of the Mage Master was considered historical fact to the Mar’geshun and was required to be passed down the generations. The information he was about to tell Spike was more along the lines of common knowledge, and he didn’t have a lot of contact with his people. His mother had tried to teach him, but….
“Pet?” Spike asked.
“The children were a surprise, obviously. It’s why the Mage had chosen males. He didn’t want an heir. Didn’t want to pass on his magic. Even if he wasn’t good, he didn’t want his off-spring destroying the world or anything.” Spike chuckled. “He just wanted to know that he’d created the perfect slave. Because he could.” Xander sighed. “We suspect he never learned half of the idiosyncrasies he’d put in his pets.”
“We?” Spike’s voice was soft, as if he didn’t want to interrupt, yet needed a bit of control over the story flow. Xander hadn’t realized until now just how much he seemed to want to tell this story to his Master.
“We, the Mar’geshun. We may be the slave race, but we do have a society. Have to raise our kids right and all.” And yes, they were a proud race. Very proud that no Master ever wanted for anything. The Mage Master had made them to please, and it was inherent to them. Spike snorted in humor.
“With royalty and ruling council, pet?” Spike was amused. Xander knew he would have been offended before the bonding. Now, his Master simply needed a bit of gentle correction. Miscommunication could be dangerous between them. Especially for Xander.
“Yes, actually.” Xander waited until Spike poked him with an impatient finger. “The Trukast had the first child. His only child. The descendant’s thereafter have been considered our royalty. Our current Queen is over four hundred years old.” Xander wondered if he wanted to continue this line of thought to its conclusion.
“Uh-huh,” Spike said, hinting that he was waiting for the rest.
“She’s my great-grandmother.” Spike was still. “With my grandfather’s recent Following, and my mother’s ineligibility…” Xander took a deep breath, “I’m the Crown Prince.”
*************
*tease, tease, tease* I’m awful! But at least you have an understanding of Mar’geshun (I told you I’d started this before the last chapter was finished). Anything I can clear up for you all? Did anyone see the Prince bit coming? Guessing still open for his old master!