To Be Claimed
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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Adult ++
Chapters:
14
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11,903
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62
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
11,903
Reviews:
62
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Review Responses:
Kat8Cha—Why thank you! I do so delight in being evil. And it is most yummy, yes.
Amanda—Yeah, well … I didn’t see the royalty thing coming either. Xander likes to keep me on my toes. And I’m beginning to think Spike’s not going to let me work Angel into the story. *sniffles* It would have been so much fun. *crosses Jessie off of guess list*
chibifae—It’s nice to know that you’re happy with it. Hee!
Dassani—After all he’s done—and us all absolutely loving him—Xan deserves a few perks. SpikeMuse actually pouted for a bit (he wasn’t let in on the secret, can’t keep them to save his coat), so it was entertaining to get the story out of him. It certainly doesn’t help that my Spike seems to be ADHD. *sighs* And, OF COURSE I’m doing something with Xan’s old master. It’s a sad, sad story. *sniffles* Hee!
Jay—Update for thy pleasure.
*coughs* So, I have four events (only four!) that I actually have planned to happen somewhere in this story … and neither of the boys are letting me head in any of those directions! Anybody got a blessed Super Soaker?
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“Crown Prince.” Spike sat up, settling over his boy’s thighs. Crown Prince. Well, damn. “So, what’s that make me, pet?” His pet’s eyes darted back, though he didn’t move otherwise.
“My Master,” he said.
“That the answer to everything then, pet?” Spike watched a shoulder rise.
“Well, yes, Master.”
Spike was confused. The Mar’geshun, the slave race, had not only a supposedly functioning society but also a line of royal succession that sounded as if it was unbroken since the very origin of their species. He briefly wondered if any Masters had attempted to usurp the throne. Then it dawned on him that he literally owned the Crown Prince. Previous dreams of bloodshed and carnage at his boy’s hand morphed into full worldwide terror induced by an army of Mar’geshun. It was likely to never be, though. Xander had hinted at a permanent-type bond. On the boy’s part. Would that over-rule species, or even familial, bonds between Mar’geshun? Gah, too many questions.
“So you’ll rule over the lot of ‘em, eh?” Easy place to start. Besides, disabuse of some notions floating around in his skull would certainly eliminate certain plans.
“If my great-grandmother Follows or abdicates. Chances are currently low.” Boy was quiet, patient. It was a rather shocking change from the ever-harping human he’d acted. For years.
“What happened to yer bite, pet? Why so quiet?” Spike rolled to the side to look at his pet’s face. Boy hadn’t once complained about being used as a pillow or a seat. Acted like he’d barely noticed. Spike had more questions everywhere he turned with his boy. He’d never met anything, human or demon or whatever, that could, well, not-react like a proper pet without months, most time years, of hard training. Mar’geshun, apparently, really were bred for this. Spike let a smirk settle lightly on his lips. And he’d snagged a royal brat for his own.
***
Xander stretched just a touch, then turned to face his Master. Spike obviously wanted to look at him for a bit, and who was he to deny the vampire?
“I am being respectful, Master. It is my duty to serve you and…” Xander saw the raised eyebrow from the corner of his own eye. Well, if his Master wanted bite…. “You haven’t given me any orders on how I am to be. I have numerous abilities, the least of which is adapting to fulfill your every command and desire.” Xander gasped quietly, eyes wide. He’d been … arrogant. Haughty, even. Without permission. Oh, damn. Spike laughed.
“There’s a bit of bite, pet!” he almost sounded like he was crowing in triumph. Xander didn’t relax. Spike nudged his shoulder, and Xander rolled to his side, eyes fixed firmly on the pillow under his Master’s head. Hard, unyielding fingers grasped his chin, a light growl telling him to raise his eyes. Spike’s were blue and serious. “Pet, I lived with you for months. Here and that rat-hole of a basement. I hunted you down last night before hearing your story. I liked you, Xander. Your bite. Things will, however, change. No disrespectin’ me, ever.” There was another faint growl. “I do want yer energy and yer odd humor and even your thrice-damned White Knight syndrome.” The smirk reappeared. “I’ll be trainin’ ya proper, I will.”
Xander blinked. Something in the back of his head hesitantly stirred. Spike liked him as he’d been? His Master wanted loud and bouncing puppy-boy? He blinked again. Something in his mind snapped into place. He suddenly felt … happy. He’d been content before. Pleased to have a Master, to serve. Now he was … freely bound. He could feel the smile start to stretch. He was Xander. Not just another pet but special. Honored. Beloved? He bounced up to his knees and looked down on the sprawled from of his Master.
“You mean it, Master? I don’t have to loose myself?” And that was it, really. Somewhere along the line, he’d developed a sense of self. Mar’geshun … tended to die when that happened. Spike nodded. Xander heard a happy, squeaking sound—himself? —and jumped on his vampire. Warm body covering cold muscle. He tucked his head under Spike’s chin and hugged his Master. “Thank you,” he whispered. He could hear the joy and wonder and honest gratitude in his voice. Spike simply draped his arms over Xander’s back. Xander could have and would have become anything for Spike. This was so much better.
Kat8Cha—Why thank you! I do so delight in being evil. And it is most yummy, yes.
Amanda—Yeah, well … I didn’t see the royalty thing coming either. Xander likes to keep me on my toes. And I’m beginning to think Spike’s not going to let me work Angel into the story. *sniffles* It would have been so much fun. *crosses Jessie off of guess list*
chibifae—It’s nice to know that you’re happy with it. Hee!
Dassani—After all he’s done—and us all absolutely loving him—Xan deserves a few perks. SpikeMuse actually pouted for a bit (he wasn’t let in on the secret, can’t keep them to save his coat), so it was entertaining to get the story out of him. It certainly doesn’t help that my Spike seems to be ADHD. *sighs* And, OF COURSE I’m doing something with Xan’s old master. It’s a sad, sad story. *sniffles* Hee!
Jay—Update for thy pleasure.
*coughs* So, I have four events (only four!) that I actually have planned to happen somewhere in this story … and neither of the boys are letting me head in any of those directions! Anybody got a blessed Super Soaker?
***********
“Crown Prince.” Spike sat up, settling over his boy’s thighs. Crown Prince. Well, damn. “So, what’s that make me, pet?” His pet’s eyes darted back, though he didn’t move otherwise.
“My Master,” he said.
“That the answer to everything then, pet?” Spike watched a shoulder rise.
“Well, yes, Master.”
Spike was confused. The Mar’geshun, the slave race, had not only a supposedly functioning society but also a line of royal succession that sounded as if it was unbroken since the very origin of their species. He briefly wondered if any Masters had attempted to usurp the throne. Then it dawned on him that he literally owned the Crown Prince. Previous dreams of bloodshed and carnage at his boy’s hand morphed into full worldwide terror induced by an army of Mar’geshun. It was likely to never be, though. Xander had hinted at a permanent-type bond. On the boy’s part. Would that over-rule species, or even familial, bonds between Mar’geshun? Gah, too many questions.
“So you’ll rule over the lot of ‘em, eh?” Easy place to start. Besides, disabuse of some notions floating around in his skull would certainly eliminate certain plans.
“If my great-grandmother Follows or abdicates. Chances are currently low.” Boy was quiet, patient. It was a rather shocking change from the ever-harping human he’d acted. For years.
“What happened to yer bite, pet? Why so quiet?” Spike rolled to the side to look at his pet’s face. Boy hadn’t once complained about being used as a pillow or a seat. Acted like he’d barely noticed. Spike had more questions everywhere he turned with his boy. He’d never met anything, human or demon or whatever, that could, well, not-react like a proper pet without months, most time years, of hard training. Mar’geshun, apparently, really were bred for this. Spike let a smirk settle lightly on his lips. And he’d snagged a royal brat for his own.
***
Xander stretched just a touch, then turned to face his Master. Spike obviously wanted to look at him for a bit, and who was he to deny the vampire?
“I am being respectful, Master. It is my duty to serve you and…” Xander saw the raised eyebrow from the corner of his own eye. Well, if his Master wanted bite…. “You haven’t given me any orders on how I am to be. I have numerous abilities, the least of which is adapting to fulfill your every command and desire.” Xander gasped quietly, eyes wide. He’d been … arrogant. Haughty, even. Without permission. Oh, damn. Spike laughed.
“There’s a bit of bite, pet!” he almost sounded like he was crowing in triumph. Xander didn’t relax. Spike nudged his shoulder, and Xander rolled to his side, eyes fixed firmly on the pillow under his Master’s head. Hard, unyielding fingers grasped his chin, a light growl telling him to raise his eyes. Spike’s were blue and serious. “Pet, I lived with you for months. Here and that rat-hole of a basement. I hunted you down last night before hearing your story. I liked you, Xander. Your bite. Things will, however, change. No disrespectin’ me, ever.” There was another faint growl. “I do want yer energy and yer odd humor and even your thrice-damned White Knight syndrome.” The smirk reappeared. “I’ll be trainin’ ya proper, I will.”
Xander blinked. Something in the back of his head hesitantly stirred. Spike liked him as he’d been? His Master wanted loud and bouncing puppy-boy? He blinked again. Something in his mind snapped into place. He suddenly felt … happy. He’d been content before. Pleased to have a Master, to serve. Now he was … freely bound. He could feel the smile start to stretch. He was Xander. Not just another pet but special. Honored. Beloved? He bounced up to his knees and looked down on the sprawled from of his Master.
“You mean it, Master? I don’t have to loose myself?” And that was it, really. Somewhere along the line, he’d developed a sense of self. Mar’geshun … tended to die when that happened. Spike nodded. Xander heard a happy, squeaking sound—himself? —and jumped on his vampire. Warm body covering cold muscle. He tucked his head under Spike’s chin and hugged his Master. “Thank you,” he whispered. He could hear the joy and wonder and honest gratitude in his voice. Spike simply draped his arms over Xander’s back. Xander could have and would have become anything for Spike. This was so much better.