Lost in the Dark, Cleansed in the Flame

Title: Lost in the Dark, Cleansed in the Flame
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts)
Pairing: X/S

Summary: I don't know. I like the idea of a psychic link through a
Claim, and the plot devices bringing back the Initiative can do for you.
So I put the two together.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Joss owns it all damn him!
Feedback: Yes please! margaritagomez1@msn.com
Archive: If you want it just email me to tell me where it's going. It will
eventually be on my own website when I get the chance to update
(www.angelfire.com/indie/margarks/index.html)

Author's Note: ** Warning ** This fic may get a little dark in the angst
and torture of Xander and Spike sort of way. Nothing too physically
bad (at least that I will describe, your imaginations are your own), but
the mental anguish may hurt a little... There is alswarnwarning for implied
child sexual abuse in later chapters (which will abe noted in the chapters
relevant).

Okay - in my world X/S are together already. Spike has claimed
Xander, and created a psychic bond between them. Spike is chipped.
Anya doesn't exist. And Buffy has accepted and understands X/S's
relationship. It's pretty much AU, and I have no idea where exactly it
would fall in the timeline of the show...Sometime after S4 but before
Buffy dies i? O? Or something like that.

***

Chapter 1 - Separation

Xander woke groggy and stiff. He'd apparently slept on the floor for
what felt to him like days. He sat up slowly bringing his knees up and
resting his head between them. He took a few deep gulps of air
trying to wrest the nausea out of his system. He squinted as he
peered around the room, the brightness shining off the walls causing
his headache to pound even harder.

The room was completely bare. Floor, ceiling, and walls were all
white. Upon further investigation he noticed a small seam in the wall
behind him. He followed it with his eyes as it outlined what appeared
to be a door. Of course there was no knob on his side of the
entrance.

His headache was receding slowly. He was finally abl sta stand
without a strong need to bend over and heave. He walked the room,
running his hands along each wall, finding nothing more than the
initial seam he'd discovered with his eyes earlier.

He turned with his back to the wall, and slid slowly down. When he
felt his ass make contact with cool stone, he had to suppress a sob.
How had he gotten into this situation? His mind tried to retrace the ps hps he'd taken last night, or at least the last night he remembered.
No telling how long he'd actually been here already.

He hadn't done anything abnormal that he could remember. They
hadn't even gone patrolling last night. Instead he and Spike had
headed over to the Bronze to shoot some pool. Taking one night off
to relax and just be together. He smiled at the remembrance of that
night.

Spike had been particularly horny. And in between shots Xander had
to frequently bat his lover's hands off his ass. Finally after three
games of pool and several beers, Spike hadn't been able to wait any
longer. He'd grabbed Xander's hand and pulled him outside and
toward the east alley. Once there, Spike hadn't wasted any time. He
dropped to his knees, unzipping Xander as he went and pulled the
not quite shocked man's penis into his mouth.

Xander had offered half-hearted protests, while casually thrusting into
the cool wetness surrounding him. Before he could climax, Spike
released him. Groaning in complaint, Xander pouted at his mate.
Spike only smirked, pulling his own hard cock out of his jeans.

Thrusting forward, Spike took both their cocks in handhand and began
fisting them together. The smooth feel of Spike's palm contrasted
deliciously with the feel of his penirougrough ridges. Each pull causing
Xander's head to loll back as his climax drew nearer.

Forcing his eyes open, he leaned forward until he was capturing
Spike's lips with his own. He slowly traced the soft puffy lips before
plunging his tongue in to taste the remains of his own precum.
Tasting himself in his mate's mouth always made his arousal double,
sharpening his pleasure to a near pain.

Within a few moments they'd both cum. Spike removed his button up
to clean them both off a bit, tossing it into the dumpster at the end of
the alley. They shared a few more quick kisses, before Xander
pushed Spike back in the direction of the club.

"You need to go pay for the last round." Xander insisted.

"Don't wanna go back luv. Let's just go home and have a proper
shag." Spike leered at him.

"We will." Xander again directed Spike back to the Bronze. "Just as
soon as you pay for the last round."

"And just what are you going to be doing while I'm gone Xan?"

"I'm going to be standing in the shadows trying not to let anyone see
my cum stained shirt and jeans, while I wait for you!" Xander
answered back, trying to hurry the vamp along.

"Okay luv." Spike gave him a quick buss on the cheek before striding
through the entrance of clu club.

That was pretty much the last thing that Xander remembered. He'd
leaned back against the wall trying to get comfortable as he waited,
and then...nothing. He scrunched his brow trying to force more
memories to the surface, but it did no good.

{Spike?} Xander tried to reach his mate. It wasn't the first time. He'd
been calling to Spike since almost the moment he'd woken. For
some reason this last attempt seemed a bit more final. Xander felt
the first tear as it trickled down his cheek, not bothering to wipe it
away.

***

Spike was frantic. When he didn't find Xander after exiting the
Bronze, he'd assumed that his lover had just headed home. Probably
too ashamed to wait outside in case anyone noticed the wet stains on
his clothing. Spike had smiled at the thought that his Xander could be
so shy in public, yet so brazen in bed. There was no doubt that his
Xanpet was a contradiction, a delicious one at that.

When he had reached the apartment and found no sign of Xander he
tried calling out to him through the bond, but received no response.
This was the first time since he'd Claimed the whelp that they hadn't
been able to reach each other. For one brief agonizing moment,
Spike thought Xander must be dead. He slumped to the floor, his will
gone.

Then his head snapped up. No! If Xan were dead, he'd know. He'd
have known the moment it happened. With that thought firmly
planted, he quickly stood calculating the amount of time he had
before sunrise and the distance it would take to reach the slayer. He
left their apartment building at a dead run.

***

The click of the door brought Xander to his feet instantly. He waited
as the door swung open revealing a middle-aged man holding a
clipboard and wearing a white jacket. There were two large men
behind him in military garb, obviously meant as protection.

Xander felt a perverse sense of pride that they were worried enough
about him to bring two guards. Or maybe that was just standard
procedure? The tiny spark of pride was quickly becoming replaced
with a deep foreboding. At least Xander now knew who had taken
him. Now he just had to worry about why.

"# X2573 please follow me." Without looking up the doctor turned on
his heel. The guards approached him obviously intent on forcing him
to follow whe he he wanted to or not. Rather than allow them the
satisfaction, Xander quickly stepped out of the room moving in the
same direction the doctor had gone. He made sure to swhis his
eyes up and down the corridor before following, looking for any
possible exits in case he had the opportunity to flee.

He felt the jab of a soldier's gun on his back at his delay. Turning
quickly he followed the doctor, trying not to imagine what lay ahead.

***

Buffy opened the door to a disheveled and panting Spike. Quickly
she ushered him into the living room and out of the rising sun's path.

"Spike? What's going on?" Buffy asked, settling the vamp on the
couch. Her heart was racing at the thought of something bad enough
to scare the vampire into such a state. When he finally looked up,
Buffy's breath caught in her throat. The look he bore was one of quiet
despair.

"Xander's gone."