Elderly Pets

Elderly Pets #9

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 9

Spike sat up visibly shaking and tried to stand, eye flicking to yellow with the effort. There was an envelope on the side table, one of the handlers noted what the Master was attempting to do and quickly moved to retrieve it. They were Xander’s funeral instructions.

Spike’s shaking hand reached out in gratitude to take it from the demon, but a wave of dizziness hit him and he indicated that the boys should take it, as he collapsed back onto the bed. There was no pretence of ‘Master’, just raw need for family. John, who continued to hold a full kneel, was the first to respond.

Eventually John whispered “I think this can wait.” The family understood. Instead they all took a turn in quietly and lovingly, saying goodbye and kissing the cool forehead of their dear Father. They then knelt in front of their Master, who was still seated on the edge of the bed. Each person folding gracefully into a full down position, simply putting their hands out to touch Master’s feet and whispered ‘Beloved Master’ then stood and departed.

The room eventually cleared again but for Daniel. Alone, the man could see the toll the last hour had taken on Master, but there was one more thing right now.

“We will have to move him to the infirmary, Master, to prepare….” Spike began to rock and shake his head and whispered, “Can’t… can’t…. can’t…. dooo this” As before Daniel pulled his Master into his lap and dropped his tone even lower, addressing the vampire as though he were one of their youngest brood, “ Please Master you must come with me for a while… Please, just while they move him…. once he’s ready, we will go and say Goodbye… It will be OK…. It will be OK…. Here.” Daniel scratched his wrist as his father had taught him to do and pressed his bleeding wound to the vampire’s mouth. His master sighed a little, took but two tiny pulls of the fluid and simply passed out.

Daniel held his Master in his arms and waited. He was sure few humans would ever be this close to their Masters, though he knew his father had been closer. Now he and John were the Aurelian stud ‘stallion’ males. They would do their father and Master proud… they always had….

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John and Daniel had both agreed in their late teens that they would be happy to start breeding at twenty. Master had suggested that age or soon after, as they would be mature enough to understand and respect their role, and father had thought it acceptable. But it was ultimately the boys’ decision exactly when they went into ‘service’. Daniel was younger with the brothers six days apart and they had always remained remarkably close.

Unfortunately their appointment was delayed by what would later become Spike and Xander’s greatest regret…..

Adrian and Simon were the fraternal twin brothers born in between John and Daniel. And had temperaments so dissimilar to the other two that it was obvious from infancy. They had always been mischievous, even as children. If there was a toad in one of the girl’s beds, a doll beheaded, or favorite Lego castle destroyed, they were inevitably behind it. Their early nannies and handlers fondly named them the ‘tandem tornado’ assuming that they would grow out of the behavioral ‘glitch’. Spike had remembered his own fledge days with Angelus and initially also took it all in his stride.

As they approached puberty, however, it seems hormones did them no favors. Their lessons were neglected most of the time, despite infinitely patient demon tutors and firm but fair handlers on hand. Both boys were highly intelligent and growing to be quite handsome. Their preference for huge levels of activity, and their continued misbehavior, saw Spike commission an obstacle course that circumnavigated almost the whole estate. He then employed two particularly fit ‘handlers’ of the boot camp variety. It worked as planned for a year or two, and certainly exhausted them enough so they caused minimum disruption in the vital human etiquette training.

They were such a contrast to John and Daniel in nature, that by the time they were all fifteen the four boys were rarely seen together in leisure periods and the physical fights became nearly daily. The taunting and snide remarks regarding the quieter two whenever the boys were in the same vicinity, became more and more vindictive. Eventually they were brought before first Xander then Spike for discipline.

They weren’t really afraid of father, but when their Master’s gameface emerged, as both boys smirked irreverently when the list of misdemeanors was read, they began to worry. It was followed by a display of lightening speed as he moved behind them, grabbed them by the back of their necks, with an almighty growl; then pushed them to a half down kneel, hands flat on the floor and chins on their chests. At that point they knew they were walking an extremely thin line. They apologized profusely, promised better behavior in writing to father and Master, then did it all over again. Punishment was inevitable though whippings were never condoned at the Chateau. Though the boys did not realize their good fortune as Spike was close to giving both a good thrashing!

By eighteen they were both extremely attractive and knew it. Tall with large brown eyes, Adrian with straight brown hair that was always worn a little long, giving him a roguish look, while Simon’s fell in ringlets. The two had taken to ‘noticing’ their sisters, never missing an opportunity to make some remark about their figure, or their female position in the life of the stud since the decision to breed eventually had been taken. The boys would also have a breeding role as Adrian so elegantly put it, “But we get to f@#$ ‘em and leave ‘em every time…. Perfect!”

But the pats on the backsides, suggestive remarks and occasional invitation the humans in domestic help, led to one night six months later that determined the rest of their lives.

They had been drinking a bit – a few beers as was allowed in the Chateau, and apparently decided to ‘visit’ their sister Monique’s quarters as a bit of a joke… let her know what being serviced was all about… well just give her a scare really. Visiting the room of another sibling was permitted so there should be no big deal. She had always been openly proud of her coming role as breeder even telling Adrian that a man wasn’t even needed to procreate, they just needed his seed. She had earned a slap at the time but they figured on taking her down ‘a peg or two’. Both boys managed to slip away as their handlers slept.

They entered the pretty, petite blonde Monique’s room together. She was sitting on her bed braiding her hair with her back to the door. As she turned to see who it was, they pounced and threw her on her back. Simon placed one hand over her mouth and was tearing at her blouse with the other. Adrian pinned her legs by sitting on her thighs then proceeded in a parody of sex “Hey sis, your so proud of yourself… but this is gonna be you, for the rest of your life.. Just imagine it. This, then big as a house, then back to this!”. She was still fighting, hitting Simon with her small fists. He finally lifted a hand to grab her arms, and in error let her mouth free. She would have made a fine banshee. The entire household woke. Now realizing their trouble, the two boys panicked and ran out into the dark garden, hoping to sneak back in at a later time, after they had somehow figured out their ‘story’…. They had forgotten that Master was usually up and about in the night, had preternatural hearing, sight, speed and strength. He was upon them in seconds.

The following day was a series of dreadful meetings, horrible phonecalls, and trauma counseling for the distraught Monique.

Spike rang every friend and expert he could think of. The overwhelming advice (even from a specialist doctor in ‘bloodline breeding and behavioral risks’), was to simply move them to another stud. It seemed reasonable. Xander and Master had talked and worried through twenty four hours, until the decision was made. Both agreed, the boys had to stay together, despite everything. Spike found a well known Pet breeder who was willing to take them both. He came highly recommended as being sympathetic to the liberal views when it came to human treatment, and had a preference for ‘spirited’ males. Sadly, the stud was just north of Paris, but at least that was fairly close. Spike and Xander were hopeful.

Rather than being terribly upset at being told of the move, the two boys seemed to take it in their stride. The adventure of leaving the ‘family home’, coupled with the ‘still getting to breed’ aspect all sounded terrific.

The boys were packed quickly and departed a day later. Monique refused to see them off.

Initially things seemed to work out well and Spike received reports of how impressed the breeder was with the boys’ appearance, and that if kept active, they seemed to respond well. But their hijinx started anew at around the ninth month. Spike received a worrying phone call from the breeder detailing the boys’ general disrespect for the women they serviced, and an increasing antagonism toward handlers, who happened to use a tighter reign than under the Aurelian roof. He did assured the vampire that he was bringing in an expert from Brussels, as he wished to keep using them for breeding… at the time Spike was a little relieved.

When Spike was contacted two months later, he learned that the boys had been castrated and made mute. He listened in horror as a rather chirpy breeder went on, “The operation is done under anesthetic and has been a complete success. Within hours they were calm and compliant! Wonderful!” The breeder then guaranteed that they would now have ongoing roles as eunuchs in his stud, while their seed would continue to be used with his stock. He was obviously thrilled with the result and recommended it highly to the vampire. Spike had dropped the receiver, thrown himself onto his hands and knees, and threw up until he was dry retching.

Spike was inconsolable for days, and had always blamed himself for the loss then mutilation of their beautiful boys. Xander felt that they had both been responsible for the decision, and grieved along with him.

……………………..
Spike awoke wrapped in the warm arms of a human.

Daniel felt his Master rouse and simply whispered, “Will you come for a walk to the Nursery Master?”

Master gave a tiny nod, uncurled himself, and managed to stand. Daniel made ready to leave also, but Spike first turned and kissing Xander’s forehead as though he were merely snoozing said, “Just popping down to see the grandkids, Pet, back in a while.”

Master sat and watched the Aurelian family’s small children all babbling, squealing and giggling. Daniel kneeled quietly at his feet. They were there for almost two hours in silence, sitting and watching.

When they returned to Master’s suite, the bed was empty.

………………………

John and Daniel had been summoned to meet with the Master in the formal sitting room. As usual behind closed doors, their father stood tall beside his Master’s chair.

The boys, or rather young men at almost twenty one, knelt side by side. They hoped to be told that their roles as stud sires were to begin after so many years of expectation.

They were still both in formal kneel positions when the Master commanded them, “Lift your eyes to mine, this is important.”

Two sets of pretty eyes (John’s hazel/green and Daniel’s chocolate) were raised and looked upon their Master slightly in awe and Spike kept his speech formal.

“Now, John, Daniel. I wish you to pack your possessions”

The two boys both looked panicked, Daniel almost let out a whimper. Why that? Were they to be sold suddenly? Or sent away? Nevertheless the two said in unison, “We understand Master.”

Spike saw the worried looks, “You clearly don’t. We must renovate your suites. You will both be given full double accommodation as full sires of the line, and take up your breeding duties as soon as the changes to your rooms are complete.”

Spike heard stereo sighs of relief and watched as broad smiles emerged.

“This is your coming of age. You have grown in to fine men, your Master and your Father, are proud of you.”

“It is rare to find such beauty as your father possessed. You carry his line. Be confident in your place here. We ask that you continue his line.”

“Yes Master.” They intoned solemnly in unison.

“And you both understand that you take the role of servicing for the bloodline, and the importance of this new role in our Aurelian Stud?”

“Yes Master.”

“You represent stability and strength in this family, share it freely. Know you are loved and cherished.” With that Spike dropped into game face momentarily, and biting both wrists hard enough to just draw blood, then offered one each to the two men. They took them reverently and sucked over the fast closing wound until they sealed “You are of your father, Xander’s blood now also carry that of your Masters. Congratulations New stud sires of Aurelius.”

With that Xander stepped forward and kissed each man on the forehead and whispered “Well done.”

Formal tone dropped, their Master smiled broadly at their lovely sons still buzzing a little with Spike’s blood, then he was all business. “We will need to discuss your program and needs with the stud coordinator in a week or so … but for now, your handlers will show you to some temporary accommodation.”

Spike gave the handlers a nod and the young men were ‘led’ away.



The two new sires took their work seriously and felt a weighty responsibility to Master and the Aurelian line.

They requested a special private meeting with their father after their first few discussions with stud coordinator. Sitting on the enormous double bed in John’s new room, Xander smiled as he noted the décor. Dark wood everywhere, strategically placed lamps highlighting various art pieces and all in deep, rich burgundies, night blues with highlights of gold.

They had both sat awkwardly staring at their hands like a pigeon pair at one end of the bed while Xander waited halfway to the other and simply waited. Suddenly both started at once, blurting out their concerns in a babble of words and half finished thoughts worthy of Xander of Sunnydale on a bad day. Fortunately for them he’d had a Willow shaped friend way back when, so Xander spoke babble.

“Stop! stop!” Both men instantly silenced but their pink hue of embarrassment spoke volumes. “Let’s see if I got this right… You are both totally committed to the siring the Aurelian line…. You’ve both jacked off before… and you’ve even had a bit of ago as a duet of jacking… you’ve seen your sisters bits, you got the basic pet training in your last year of etiquette…. How am I going so far by the way?” Xander looked up and couldn’t resist a slight grin but spotted Daniel looking miserable so quashed his mirth and continued. “You’ve been kissed by your sisters and you appreciate how penetrate the woman…” Xander knew that he was now really just teasing…. “In summary: You’ve never been with a woman…. You’re virgins and you’re terrified you will do something wrong and bring shame on the line.”

Both men let out a huge sigh of relief, “Yes!” They spent the next three days in ‘sex school’ led by a lovely young slave named Joelene. She was voluptuous and engaging and very, very informative.

Xander grinned at his wide eyed sons as various models and aids were passed out to practice on. Her whole purpose was to have the Siring males couple successfully every time, stressing that sometimes problems will occur, but that a handler will likely be very close by. On the last day she guided them through a typical scenario, and they both filled a condom a piece while deep inside her. Daniel loved the whole thing from start to finish. John was simply glad he had been successful.

The sons’ seed was never taken for breeding Spike would not hear of it. Fortunately it was not the custom amongst the elite breeders to artificially inseminate. Indeed some clients required photographic evidence of the copulation, as proof of sire. Spike flatly refused on Aurelius Stud. Claiming that taking photos of his beautiful human stallions in action, was obscene and insulting. They had his word as Master Vampire which was far more valuable. Strangely both the natural methods insistence, and issue of the photos simply made the offspring even more popular. The rate of success was close to one hundred percent and many put it down to the level of enjoyment and decorum throughout the days the women were present.

The boys were always approached prior to the day by the stud coordinator, who discussed any particular requirements. Spike only dealt with a handful of other elite breeders, and insisted on meeting any ‘new’ prospective mothers before he agreed to any interaction with his males. Of course the master’s Pet would always be by his side. The discussion after these ‘inspections’ were often bizarre and would have given any match maker a run for their money.

Happily the boys often saw the same women year after year, as they were there for up to six weeks at a time, Daniel did not mind this at all, and found himself enjoying the variety of casual companionship and the ‘breaks’ in between. And with only one or two women being treated to such a service per year for each of the boys, it was a lucky breeding female indeed who arrived to be serviced at the Chateau.

On one occasion it really didn’t work out. The female concerned was treated with respect and the reason given for returning her: the ‘stallion’ contracting influenza and being too low to perform. In truth, though she had seemed John’s type, she had viscous streak and when he struggled to perform, she felt it quite reasonable to inform some of the other breeding women of his inadequacies. She *really* should have checked the whereabouts of his sisters. She was gone the next day to John’s great relief.

From a business perspective, Master Aurelius (and his Prize Pet) gained far more influence by playing the game of exclusivity, making the progeny of Chateau Aurelius so difficult to obtain and so highly prized that he moved in the highest circles of society and politics… and influence. It also gave any of the children produced an almost guaranteed pampered life. Daniel’s count for children produced was less than two children a year since his appointment. John’s less again.

John’s mild disinterest in copulating with females in the early days translated into something more worrying. His difficulties ‘performing’ gradually worsened until by the eighteenth year after the little ‘rejection incident’, he fell quietly into melancholy. He was confused by the fact that he genuinely enjoyed the company of women and was a charming host. He began to need stimulants to penetrate a female at all, and found even that was not solving the problem. He lost weight and began to engage in long walks around their property, sometimes returning well after dark.

It was on just such a night that he spied two, obviously male, bodies lying at the base of a huge oak – reputedly father’s favorite tree. Transfixed, he moved a little closer and watched in amazement as they kissed, passionately. He noted the hard muscles driving against each other forcing away from the friction then seeking it again. His own erection was harder than it had been in years, and he adjusted himself for the third time in as many seconds. He saw their hands intertwine, and the larger of the two figures, then pushed hands of the man under him to above his head. They continued to grind together speeding the tempo and biting nibbling until both came with a roar and John came also in his jeans, untouched.

He moved quickly back toward the Chateau. He was still confused. The two figures under the tree lay still in post coital bliss, until Spike’s snigger broke the mood.

“You know our Peeping John just came in ‘is jeans utterly untouched… so much for lack of erection! Bloody lack of interest is what it is…”

“Huh?”

“He’s a bloody switch hitter pet…. Taken well and truly after is ol’ Da ‘e has! You should be proud.”

“God Spike, that’s *awful* and we’re asking him to….”

“You’re not getting’ it Pet… we sort him out a pretty piece of ass, and get im all happy and well fucked and things ‘ll get better. And thinking ‘is kink might be the good ol’ restraints…. C’mon pet, give us a smile and let’s us go find ‘im a friend.” Xander instantly had a very bouncy and totally naked vampire in his hands, but lost him again as they both sprinted back to the house.

In the ensuing weeks, Xander had several talks with John, accompanying him on his ramble. The discussion inevitably fell to the topic of gender preference… John relaxed as he found only love and support from his father and Master. Then Master found Carlos, a pretty young slave that had arrived to help with the grounds. As was his habit, Spike interviewed his new employee and Carlos freely admitted his gay status in the context of being no threat to the breeding mothers.

Carlos and John were introduced by Master, with the suggestion that Carlos might be a good assistant for the Breeding Sire. The pair was firm friends within a week and lovers before the month was out. And from all reports, were enthusiastically working out any ‘kinks’ in their relationship. Master had sent them a very long silk restraining rope and some chocolate body paint.

When it was time again to procreate on behalf of the family, John was much more relaxed knowing his lover was to assist. Still needing a little extra ‘boost’ where women were concerned, John habitually took a low level stimulant. It was actually the Master’s suggestion that Carlos provide the required lead up for successful copulation. Finding female breeding stock who enjoyed a little ‘floor show’, or being tied for the final event did not prove so difficult.

Surprisingly Carlos was instantly approved of by the outside world, as the Master introduced him as the ‘stable mate’ of his Stallion. The successful practice was well know to breeders of other species. The role of the stable mate is simply to keep the stallion amused when not at his duties. Xander came *so* close to breaking his training whenever Spike gave that little lecture.

Daniel observed the change in his sibling and rejoiced in the coupling of Carlos and John.
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It was sometime in late afternoon that the sons and daughters all gathered again. They were in the formal sitting room with Spike curled up on Xander’s favorite chair with the afghan throw he so loved, covering all but his face… it still smelled like his pet, he scented it deeply, and was comforted a little.

The whole group had decided that leaving Spike alone even for a moment (especially during sunlit hours) was simply not an option. Charlotte had quickly organized the women to take turns sitting with him, even if it meant having to take an infant or two with them to give him some distraction. At the moment though Master seemed semi comatose.

John opened his father’s the letter containing last wishes.

The first words on the hand written note had been…

“My spectacular sons, and my magnificent daughters, You are the pride of our household and my greatest joy. I have adored you each since they day you came to us.

There will be some changes with me gone but you must look after my beloved Spike…” not ‘Master’, or ‘William the Bloody’ but the Master’s *private* name.

“I can’t read this…” John had simply let his tears stream utterly unchecked as he handed to note to his brother. Desmonde collapsed into the arms of her breeding partner and began to keen quietly. The other women simply managed.

Daniel took the note and continued to read aloud for the benefit of John and all presentalso in the hope that perhaps their Master would take in what was being said. After Xander’s body had been removed for funeral preparation, their Master had not moved at all from his fetal position under a mound of blankets. It had been almost twelve hours.

“There will be a public event. You all know what to do there. It will be arranged by our breeding coordinator and one of Master’s closest business friends. Where possible all children in my direct line will be in attendance for that day. It will be extremely formal.

“But at the home celebration please let my passing be a joyous event, as I count myself one of the most blessed men in all history, for the life I have led. The children must know that I died in the arms of the being whom I have loved and who has loved me for a century and a half, despite the odds, and more than life itself. The legacy of that love is in your blood and the blood of all in our line. It is strength, love and loyalty that define our family line.

“I ask that I be cremated and that the ashes be spread around our favorite oak. At our private service please have the children sing a song or two and I would love you to have someone read the Wind in the Willows story … The death of badger… it will help them to understand. Bethany will know where it is.

“I am worried for Spike, he won’t have eaten, I know him too well. I know you will offer your wrists before the day begins, but I beg you to be insistent on my behalf. He must be strong. Daniel and John, you will be closest to him at the formal event. Press sure to press your head against his thigh and if his hands begin to shake, take them in yours without waiting for the order, some leeway will be granted even at the formal service. We have both worked hard to earn that.

“Please be aware that we recently found your two Aurelian brothers again, and Spike has made arrangements for them to come home at last. They will need everyone’s support, as their lives in the last fifty nine years have been sadly different to yours. I beg of you to all hug them lovingly and often, as I wish I might. Give them your advice and encouragement, and let their remaining years be happy.”

“Have beautiful children next year my daughters… and name one of them Alexander if you will…. Please let it be Master who chooses.

“I love you all …. So much… And my spirit travels with you always

“Xander.

“Chosen Life partner and Prize Pet of the Aurelian Master, William the Bloody.
Founding sire of the Aurelius Line…. You Proud Father.”