The Demon's Way

By the time Spike returned, Xander and I had managed to polish off our food and were lounging on the bed like the pair of overstuffed predators we were.
“Both look like a pair of sleepin’ lions, ya do.”
“Rawr,” Xander said, managing only to move his head to look at Spike. “Beware my kitty wrath.”
“And what mighty wrath it is,” Spike teased affectionately, kissing Xander on the forehead. “I see you’ve managed to keep the wolfling from bolting.”
“Oz wants to try working things out with us.”
“’S ‘at true, pet?” Spike asked, turning toward me.
“I contemplated jumping out a window instead, but I couldn’t find any. So I figured I’d try my luck with you two.”
“That’s good. Things’ll go a lot easier if yer working with us,” Spike replied, but something in his voice made me wary.
“What things?” I asked suspiciously.
“The sex, of course. I’m glad to have your agreement, but you’re still submissive to us, and I won’t have you forgetting who the master is here.”
“But… I thought Xander said you wouldn’t touch me.”
“Tonight. You boyfriend can’t protect you forever, and he knows it.”
“Oz, please,” Xander interjected, his large brown eyes filled equally with concern and annoyance. “I don’t think Spike’s putting this the right way. We want to have you around and everything, but the demons won’t be able to go for long without sex.”
“Uh, that’s what you have each other for.”
“Like one bloke would be enough for me,” Spike quipped with a lecherous grin.
“Spike, shut up,” Xander snapped, then turned to me. “You know that this isn’t really about the sex. You need to submit to Spike or he’ll see you as a threat.”
“So why can’t I just lay on my belly and bare my throat?”
“Because vampire’s don’t do that. The only way to submit to a vampire if you aren’t a member of the family is to submit sexually. It’s… well, it’s technically how a thrall would submit, but we aren’t thralls because Spike hasn’t done anything to our minds, you see?”
“Yeah, we’re too stupid to need to be coerced,” I muttered.
“You agreed to try the relationship, and you’ve already had sex with us once. I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“The difference is that I was being controlled by a demon before. I’m not going to willingly submit to being raped.”
“It isn’t like that. I promise, we’ll be gentler next time. And I know you enjoyed it at least a little last time. Can’t you at least give it a chance?” Xander asked, and I had to pause a moment to think.
“I need to know that I’m not just going to get fucked all the time. I’m not some kind of sex-doll. I need to know if I say stop, you guys will stop.”
“Oz, these aren’t normal circumstances…”
“No, but the point remains the same. I’m all for shades of gray morality, but this is one time where I draw the line.”
“The demons…”
“If you can’t get control of your demons, you’ve got no place being in a relationship at all. If you can’t control yourself, you’re a danger to your partner. Trust me, I know.”
“It’s not like that. I wouldn’t let the demons hurt you.”
“No? But be a little rough in sex, maybe? Or maybe even a little before sex? And before you know it, I’m your poor, abused werewolf bitch.”
“I’m cool with that,” Spike put in, earning him a glare from Xander. That was fine, though. Spike was evil. Thus, evil was expected. It was Xander’s behavior I couldn’t understand. He was the white hat, right? We’d had our differences in the past, but I never thought he’d really let anyone hurt me. It was hard to imagine that he was a part of it.
“Shut the hell up, Spike,” Xander snapped, but the vampire just smirked in response.
“At least he’s being honest about it. If you just want me for a convenient hole, you could at least be upfront with the hole about it.”
“That isn’t what I’m saying!” Xander protested, and the desperation in his voice almost made me change my mind. After all, how much worse was it to be whore when the other option was being alone? And I was tired of being a lone wolf, on the outskirts of the pack. Xander was offering me a pack, and even if I was still the omega wolf, it hurt too much not to belong.
But I couldn’t trust them. More than just the sex, how could I trust them to keep control of me if they couldn’t keep control of themselves? And if I gave in on this, how long before something else came up that I didn’t want to do? Would I give in on that too? How long before I’d be hunting humans and eating babies?
“It doesn’t matter, Xander. I don’t plan on sticking around,” I said, and the change in him was immediate. Where he had seemed desperate and anguished before, he suddenly seemed angry and aggressive. His posture changed, coming out of the hunched up pose he had been in before to throw his shoulders back in a show of dominance. He frowned deeply, baring his teeth at me.
I had expected Spike to join in with the aggressive posing and shows of dominance. The wolf part of me assumed that they’d probably beat me for my disobedience, with the head alpha being first and then the beta. Instead, though, Spike began making frantic, negative hand gestures behind Xander’s back. I could only assume that he didn’t want me upsetting his boyfriend. Unfortunately, I wasn’t in the mood to listen.
“You can’t leave,” Xander protested in a growl.
“No, probably not with your boyfriend’s minions watching the door every minute, but sooner or later someone will slip up and I’ll disappear.”
“I won’t let you leave me!” Xander shouted. I glared at him, unperturbed.
“You can’t stop me. One day you’ll look up, and I’ll be gone.”
And then I figured out that I probably should have been far more perturbed when I had the chance, because Xander leapt at me, his suddenly sharp teeth going straight for my throat, and pinned me to the bed. I was naked, and suddenly his knees were pushing my thighs apart. He was growling as he held me by the throat, one of his hands holding both of mine as his other reached down to roughly spread me.
“Not like this!” I whispered desperately, unable to get the air to scream. “Please, Xander, stop!” I begged, but I knew he couldn’t hear me over his own growls. I gasped, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen as Xander held my throat in his jaws, but was powerless to breathe, just as I was powerless to stop him.
I felt something heavy suddenly climb onto the bed, and a moment later Xander released my throat to let out a throaty roar. I gasped for breath as his hands released mine and he toppled onto me. My vision swam, and when it returned I could see the top of Xander’s head as he was pressed against my chest. His body was laying fully on mine, and I could feel his strangely flaccid penis resting against my stomach. Spike was above him, holding the back of Xander’s neck between his powerful, vampire jaws and thrusting violently into his body. Spike’s eyes met mine and he sat back, pulling Xander onto his lap, and then used one hand to shove me off the bed.
I fell like a broken doll. Completely limp, I landed on my back couldn’t gather the courage to move or even blink. The thought of what had almost happened, and the knowledge that it had been Spike who saved me from Xander, paralyzed me with fear. I was afraid to even move, afraid to attract any of the attention of the two rutting demons above me.
It was only a few minutes later that I heard Xander give a yelp and an unsatisfied snarl, and then Spike was grunting in climax and the movement of the bed stopped. It was silent for a few moments, all save for the hammering of my heartbeat, before Spike climbed off Xander, covered the other man with a blanket, fixed his own clothes, and then turned his attention to where I still lay on the floor.
He didn’t smirk, or grin, or laugh, or any of the things I expected him to do when he saw me there, completely petrified. He remained strangely serious and somber as he grabbed his smokes from the bedside table and lit one, then motioned for me to follow him out of the room. He didn’t have to tell me to be quiet. I think even my heart beat a little more softly as we moved, for fear of waking Xander.
We exited the room into a short hallway, and Spike led me a few doors down into another bedroom. Once inside, I closed the door and watched Spike disappear into a closet, only to appear a moment later and toss a bathrobe at me. My knees went weak with relief as I put it on. As I hastily thrust my arms into the fabric and cinched the waist in a knot that would probably need to be cut off, Spike sat on the bed and smoked contemplatively. He stayed silent, something I’d never known the blonde vampire to do, and I found myself once again remaining still for fear of doing the wrong thing.
We must have remained like that for several minutes, with me standing stupidly in the middle of the room and Spike smoking on the bed and seeming very far away, until Spike finished his cigarette and suddenly looked up like he’d just noticed I was there.
“Christ, pup, come sit down,” he said, motioning to the bed. I hesitated only a moment, realizing that even if Spike did decide to fuck me, it was still better to be at the mercy of a lucid Spike than… whatever Xander had been.
I sat gingerly on the bed beside Spike, wincing as my still-sore tailbone connected with the soft fabric of the mattress. I saw Spike raise an eyebrow and twitch his hand toward me.
“Let me see,” he asked gently. I bit my lip, my stomach rioting in fear, and shook my head. Spike made a vaguely displeased noise, and that was all the warning I was given before I was suddenly pushed to my stomach and held while my robe was pushed up to my shoulders and my legs were pried apart.
I sobbed, but it wasn’t even worth the effort of struggling. I knew I couldn’t get away. I cried out as he touched me, but knew from experience that it would go easier on me if I simply let him do what he wanted. I couldn’t watch, though, and covered my face with my arms. I was at the mercy of Spike, and I doubted he would have much of that for me.
Surprisingly, though, his hands were gentle as they spread me, and he went still after that, only giving me a few touches here and there. After a minute of looking, I heard a shuffle of fabric and realized he had pulled something out of his pocket, only to feel the cool sting of the earlier ointment being reapplied to the sore areas of my ass. Then he released me, and I sprang out of the bed and across the room, only to come up against a solid wall and plaster myself to it.
“Wh-what the hell was that?” I shouted, feeling my head spin with adrenaline.
“Needed to make sure he hadn’t managed to rip you up any more,” Spike said slowly and so softly that I had to listen closely to hear. “I didn’t think he could, of course, but I wanted to make sure. ‘Sides, you were due for ‘nother dose. Want to see you healed up right and proper.”
“What…” I started, but couldn’t finish the thought. It felt like the room was spinning, and I stumbled before regaining my balance. “What was that? With Xander?” I asked, and Spike looked gravely at me but said nothing for several minutes.
“I think you might have noticed,” he said finally, his tone resigned, “but my Xander’s a bit… well, he’s a bit more buggered in the head than he was when you lot had him. There was… there was a damn lot that’s happened to him in the last couple years.”
“So… So Xander is… Are you telling me Xander’s insane?” I wondered in shock. He had seemed so lucid before. So… un-insane.
“Like anybody from Sunnydale can ever claim to be perfectly sane. I’m telling you that Xander’s got a few more screws loose than he did when you knew him, but everything’s still holdin’ together pretty well.”
“But… how…”
“That’s too long of a story for me to tell when you’re about to crash,” Spike said, smirking and standing.
“I’m not…” I protested, but realized that I was wavering on my feet.
“’Course yer not,” Spike said patronizingly, giving me that infuriating smirk. “But just in case, why don’t you take a little nap, eh? You’ll be safe enough in here.”
“No. I can’t. With Xander… and you… I need to get out of here,” I said, glancing desperately at the door.
“I plan to keep my word ‘bout leavin’ you alone for the night, and Xander’s been fed and sexed pretty well, so he should be in for a good sleep. Even if he wakes up, he won’t be mad. ‘E probably wasn’t mad before, you just… well, you scared him.”
“Scared him? All I said was that I wanted to leave.”
“Well then, I stand corrected. You probably terrified him. But never mind that now, pet. Come get some shut eye,” he told me, but I refused to move. He watched me for a second, his calm neutrality melting into an annoyed glare before he finally barked, “Come!” in a commanding voice.
The wolf in me didn’t dare disobey a direct order from the alpha after the amount of aggression the beta had just shown me. In a moment I found myself kneeling at Spike’s feet as he sat on the bed. I flinched as he reached down, but the vampire simply stood me up and thrust me into the bed, tucking me in like a child. It was in me to search for a witty quip about that, but I was just too tired and distressed. I stayed silent, more pleased about managing to avoid whimpering than I was upset with my inability to be witty on the edge of my mental collapse.
“Get some rest, wolfling,” Spike said softly as he rose and headed for the door. “You’re safe now,” he assured me, and somehow his offhanded comment, like there could be no doubt that I was safe if he said it was so, reassured me more than anything else had. Or maybe I was just too exhausted to care anymore. Regardless, before Spike had even finished closing the door, the darkness engulfed me and I was asleep.