Elderly Pets

Fic: Elderly Pets

Author: josie_h

Pairing: Spike/Xander

Rating: Mature Audiences (M/M sexual content! And themes)

***Warnings: D/s, Major character death, slavery***

It’s an AU!..... The Premise: A hundred and fifty years after the final battle with the Senior Partners… Demons rule the world. The luckier humans are pets…. Most are bred for food. Spike survived, and in the early days found Xander at an auction, purchased him and did what Spike does best…. Made the most of it.

Author’s Note: Don’t own the characters etc and bow down to their original creators Joss, et al., plus all the wonderful online writers who continue to give them life.

Part 6


It was still dark when Spike finally pushed up from the bed, took a deep breath, then in with his best ‘British-stiff-upper-lip’ of his Victorian upbringing (apparently so well suited to these circumstances), he stood, rather than sat, to use the bedside telephone. Instead of voice activation he punched in the internal fast dial for Daniel’s room with just a little more pressure than normal then sucked in his cheeks further. It was the worst thing he could possibly have done.

With the slight grazing of inside his mouth, the residual flavor of his love and a trace of his own sent not only the soul but also his demon nature, into a lament for their loss that bordered on hopeless.

When the sleepy voice answered, Spike found he was utterly unable to speak.

“Hello?.... hello????....” Then Daniel must have seen the number on the display. “Oh God…… Master?.... Master?!”

Spike finally managed a whispered “Please…. He’s…. ‘n I….”

“It’s father, isn’t it.” It was a statement not a question. They had all expected this day would come sometime soon. But all Daniel heard was a crash on the other end, and guessed the Master must have collapsed. He then heard a barely audible sob spilled from the receiver.

The man knew the phone must still be off the hook so yelled, “John and I are on our way….”

The demon ‘handler’ who had been snoozing outside Daniel’s door heard the final panicked yell and suspected what had happened. When Daniel threw open the door the handler quickly stripped the man of all adornments then took his hand, an unusual act but a sign of solidarity and expression of his own sadness, and led him to his brother’s door.

John’s partner Carlos would come to help John when the girls and other partners were asked to attended. For now it had to be just the two sons who went to Master. The two walked tall as they approached Master and Father’s suite with a sense of dread, knowing that their world would never be the same.

Spike’ legs had given out. He collapsed onto the floor beside the bed and found that more tears really were possible after all.

He rested his forehead on the ground, even having the time to ponder how very many times his beautiful darling had been required to take that position…. He stayed there for a very long time…. then crawled back onto the bed with his beloved, just as they had always done.
His Pet had always slept with his ‘Master’, unheard of in most circles.
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In around their fiftieth year Spike and his pet became targets of a vicious smear campaign in the demon presses accusing the Master vampire of being a human lover as he had only three other human slaves. That those slaves had been observed breaking protocol at a business meeting held at Spike’s home and that it apparently went unpunished. It was further alleged that that he had ‘always’ managed to escape prosecution for his Prize Pet’s bad public behavior by paying off the prosecutors.

The allegations received mixed reactions but with many of the audience coming down on the side of Spike and Xander. Few demons believed the comments regarding his Pet in particular. As a Master Vampire he was a prominent figure and seen in public so often with his picture perfect slave that the press was inundated with letters and comments from individuals wishing to defend him. Further support was gained it was discovered by a reporter writing a counter story, that the pictures used for the original stories were of Spike and Xander inside their home had been illegally taken and used. The Master Vampire’s privacy had been invaded, and it was pointed out by counter stories that the shots were irrelevant to the story anyway!

When the Human Behavior Board (prosecutors) also weighed in completely refuting the claims as their reputations were also sullied, the final blow to Spike and Xander’s accusers was struck. They commissioned a full investigation into the source of the stories that utterly vindicated the injured parties. The two reporters were consequently charged with maliciously damaging public confidence in the judiciary, and injuring the reputation of a private citizen, Spike litigated against the media company and won.

The fallout was twofold and lasted for the rest of their lives. They learned that the source of the ‘household’ pictures was actually a demon servant in Spike’s employ who happened to disagree with Spike’s politics. He was immediately dismissed, but all future demon employees (especially the ‘handlers’) were hand picked for their sympathies with Spike’s views and swore their allegiance to Spike. As Master Vampire, they did not do this lightly as breaking their word would have meant certain death. Their contracts always included a clause regarding confidentiality and expectations regarding the treatment of humans in the household. But they were rewarded handsomely for their services.

The other result had been to make Xander and Spike ever more careful. They later trained all their children impeccably in public human etiquette, and used the majority of practices in their home just like Xander and Spike did (though generally very liberally applied unless in company).

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A final huge sob wracked the vampire’s frame and bloody tear dripped onto the bed covers below…. “Oh Pet……” He buried his face into the lifeless neck, remembering how very sensitive that mark had been, guaranteed to evoke a ‘girly giggle’ and mock battle if ever licked in the post coital bliss off their Sunday morning activities.

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Their coupling was always a joyous affair though Xander took a while to get into the more ‘innovative’ ideas Spike came up with. He quickly learned, however, that the exchange of blood with Spike, not only gave him longevity but that it had a marvelous affect on his recovery time!

Initially he thought his ‘constant hardon’ was due to naturally lusting after his newly discovered lover. He mentioned it to Spike one lazy Sunday evening as they lay nude on the couch together watching yet another of Spike’s ‘adult movie’ purchases (they had gradually swapped all their library over to exclusively gay pictures). Spike had roared laughter then suggested that they do a series of little experiments …. Largely consisting of seeing just how many orgasms Spike could give Xander in under three hours… and timing the ‘down time’.

Much fun had ensued…. Spike initially pleasured Xander with his hand, taking leisurely feather light strokes up and down until his pet begged for ‘harder’ in frustration and he relented. Spike had then licked his had clean of his lover’s spunk with such a wicked expression on his face that Xander was sure there was no ‘down-time’ for his member! Spike had then rolled over him knelt up and taken the hard column of flesh to the back of his throat, and brought Xander off again in a matter of seconds…. He had followed this by spinning himself around without removing his mouth from it’s prize, grinning as Xander’s erection that had been softening rapidly instantly perked up again as Spike’s was engulfed in a warm mouth.

By the time the three hours were up, they had both topped and bottomed several times, they had taken and been taken in every position they could come up with, had a shower with accompanied by passionate kissing and final mutual hand job, after which they both collapsed on the bed exhausted and Spike called ‘time’.

“Bloody hell Pet! Bloody brilliant!”

“Hmmmmm,” Xander stroked slowly over Spike’s nipples, he was almost asleep. “Bloody brilliannn….”

Spike wiggled an eye brow then pushed his hand toward Xander’s groin, “Oi, let’s give it another hour… what do you say?”

His only reply was Xander beginning to snore.

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Spike had calmed again after many minutes and picked up the hand that had tried so hard to serve his master that one last time, even as his Pet’s life blood was being drained. Spike stroked the long fingers… and gave another hitched sob. Oh what those fingers had been able to do…. and to be honest…. at this moment in time…. Spike would have given his unlife for them to simply interlock with his and squeeze their quiet adoration so he might return it in kind…. Just one more time….

“Don’t know if I can do this alone, Luv…. Don’t want this without you….. Never wanted to be without you…..” Spike buried his face in his beloved’s neck once more and waited for the boys to arrive.