Blood Ties

Title: Blood Ties
Author: Amejisuto
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Spoilers: Up to Harsh Light of Day.
Warnings: Dark! Angst! Serious situations! Mpreg! (Yes, I’m mixing them, aren’t I weird?)
Summary: The Initiative has a different idea of how to develop the perfect super soldier.
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Author’s Notes: This has a different history starting from The Zeppo in season three. Spike/Xander relationship is already started in this one. This is going to have some dark themes, so if you’re looking for a fluffy Mpreg this is not the place to be.

Blood Ties ~ Captured

Xander woke on the floor in his lover’s arms. Only the last part was usual, or at least it had been for the past few months, ever since last year after Graduation. Spike was either unconscious or asleep. They were in a white room, no toilet or chair, nothing. Totally blank. Xander wondered where he was for just a moment before the memories came rushing back.

They had been on patrol, just the two of them. Buffy, Willow and Tara were getting ready for finals at school, and Giles was busy getting ready to do another “Unplugged’ session at the local coffee house. They didn’t look for Riley, didn’t really care where he was or not. After what the Initiative did to Spike they were both wary of the blond.

They had been in the last cemetery of the night, getting ready to go home, when Spike had started growling. Before they could blink soldiers surrounded them. The last thing he remembered was Spike roaring in pain as he tried to defend Xander and the chip flaring. He must have been dru or or something, he felt like he’d been towed behind a Mack truck.

He tried to sit up, but a bolt of pain stopped him. His lower abdomen was on fire. He reached down and found stitches, going from one side to the other. The bastards had done something to him. Just how long had he been out anyway?

He nudged his lover, “Spike? Spikes are you okay? Spike please answer me!”

Spike groaned, and tightened his hold on Xander. “Xan? Xan, luv are you okay?”

”Fuck Spike, I really don’t know. They seemed to have decided to give me a bikini wax and got a little overzealous, and I feel like fifty miles of bad road. What did they do to you?” Xander was holding on to Spik tig tight as he possibly could. Even without S and and him being in a relationship, the Initiative would have scared the bejesus out of him. Okay sure they had managed to make hostile killing machines safe to the public, but it was too much like out of some science fiction novel to him, like they were trying to make their own slaves or something. He’d hate for Spike to have more hardware that he already had, the chip was bad enough. It was his fault Spike had been in Sunnydale to get chipped anyway.

“I think they made sure their damn bit of hardware in my skull was still working, but I don’t know what else. Bloody bastards! One of these days that damn thing will give out, a year or ten years from now and I’ll track down every one of those wankers and make them bleed for it! Make them bleed for hurting you too luv. I don’t know what they did to you; they had us separate for at least a couple of days. At least it seemed like it; it’s hard to tell. I tried to rip their damn throats out when I saw what they had done to you, but they shot me with some sorta tranquilizer. All I could do to make it over here to you.” As he spoke Spike was checking out ever inch of Xander’s skin, noting the stitches, and every bruise, scrape and sore place on the boy. This was his mate and they would pay, if it took him the rest of the boy’s life and beyond.

He noticed something had been inserted under the skin, in the back of Xander’s arm. From what he could tell it was something designed to administer drugs automatically. He didn’t mention it to Xander; he could tell he was frightened enough already. He took his wrist and used his own teeth to make a gash and held it up to Xander. Without saying anything, Xander drank. By now he knew very well the healing Spike was sharing with him. He’d share his blood if he had a blade. With Spike’s chip it had become almost impossible for him to bite, no matter how Xander wanted it. Only during some of their more…intense sessions could he do it.

Xander took a few deep breaths and tried to control himself. He could do this. They would escape. He was the Consort of William the Bloody and nothing could stop them once they put their minds to it. At this point he wasn’t even worried about killing, anything to get out. Spike couldn’t do it, but to protect him Xander would.

“Okay what do we do now?” Xander leanedo Spo Spike, taking refuge in his touch.

“Watch and wait luv. I’d bet a hundred pounds we’re being watched right now Pet, keep that in mind.” Spike leaned in close to whisper in Xander’s ear. Despite the situation they were in, it still gave Xander a shiver. Spike could get him off using his voice alone. Sexy bastard. “Anything from your alter egos in that pretty head of yours?”

“Maybe one of the guards will be a weak link. That and well the hyena is not happy being caged, but well, duh.” Spike had gotten a good laugh that night when Xander told him about what he called the voices in his head.

He’d been too focused on the Slayer to notice Xander that Halloween, and wasn’t around for the hyena, but he loved to hear about it, especially the pig part. Plus it was nice to know that his boy almost got the Slayer; that he probably still could if he wanted too. Well he was evil, mostly; he’d just been nice to keep Xander happy.

Course the Scoobies didn’t know that. They didn’t know they had come back from Xander’s road trip together, they thought the boy had gotten stopped in Oxnard and that was it for the rest of the summer. They didn’t realize that he had tried to get that damn ring so he could be with Xander in the sun.

Spike had actually tried to talk to the Poof in L.A., but like the caveman he was Angel hit first and asked questions later. What followed ended up being a disaster. Still it had been fun to run the pokers through the shadow of his arse of a grandsire, and even Xander had laughed.

Of course the problem with being stuck in a small, all-white cell, once the mind-numbing terror wore off, was the fact that Xander got bored. Both human and vampire were restless. They were usually doing something, patrolling, hunting, fucking. Whatever.

And it wasn’t like they were going to screw. Xander was sore, and well anyone could be watching. Plus it was never a good idea to show your enemy your underbelly.

“Spike, tell me a story” He gave his lover his best puppy dog eyes. Hey it would keep them both from thinking too much about what was happening.

His mate snorted, laughed. “All right luv, what do you want to hear?”

“You know.” Xander scooteoseroser to Spike and laid his head on his shoulder, ready for his story.

“Sodden hell Xan, you ever gonna get tired of that old thing?” Despite his complaint, Spike’s arm circled Xander’s shoulders, holding him tight.

“Ask me that again in 100 years or so, until then, nope. It’s romantic.”

“Goes to show how weird you’ve gotten luv, that you find it romantic now.” Spike jumped when a finger poked into his side. “Okay, okay, story. Right.”

Xander listened to his lover. Yes it was weird, but once you got to know the vampire as well as he did, this story went from scary to romantic in a demonic sort of way and it calmed him. He could listen to Spike’s v and and forget where he was, that he hurt, that he was scared for both of them. He just let Spike’s voice weave a spell around him, and pretended that it was the floor in their house and not some cell that they were lying on.

Spike took his free hand and ran it through Xander’s hair as he got going. The story was how he’d come back from trying to win Drusilla back. In trying to beat the Slayer he had followed what he thought was the weakest link in the group – Xander.

While the other Slayerettes were all busy trying to stop the Hellmouth from opening, they had cut Xander off from the group; he should have been easy prey. That night Spike saw something different, a strong confident young man who fought well, protecting the very people who were putting him down.

Interest quickly turned into an obsession for the vampire, and Spike was surprised that it was more than stalking prey; Xander had the potential to be a very good vampire. When not around those silly birds of his he fought almost as well as the Slayer, and was intelligent to boot. Maybe not about school book things, but the boy knew what was what in real life.

It was a puzzle and Spike loved puzzles. When with his friends the boy acted totally different. Which Xander was real? He followed the boy for weeks, trying to figure it out and before he knew it he spent more time thinking of Xander than how Dru dropped him like a hot potato.

It all changed the night when Xander had gone to talk to the dark haired slayer. Spike knew she was walking the edge, gone a bit too far towards the dark, but he didn’t realize how far till he watched her try to choke the life out of the one person who was really trying to help her.

Something inside Spike had snapped, he rushed forward, knocking her out and was about to kill her when the very person she’d tried to kill stopped him.

That had started an odd friendship. Spike had promised to limit his hunting to the people who deserved to die, the child molesters, pimps, and t he like, and Xander didn’t tell his friends. It had been a close call a couple of times, once when Buffy had the telepathy. Thank goodness for the inner Xander-babble, no one could withstand that!

Spike was there during Graduation, had help gather the materials for the bombs. Why his poof of a grandsire didn’t notice him he could never figure out, but he’d watched the boy’s back from afar, helping where he could.

When all the boy’s other friends had gone to celebrate with friends or family, he’d been the one to drive the boy to the hospital the next night. He’d been the one who went with Xander to talk to the families of the children who died, Larry, Harmony, Mika, even went to visit Mr. Snyder’s family.

All because Xander thought it was his responsibility, he’d been Key Guy, and he now had to carry those deaths with him wherever he went.

Spike had been the only one there to comfort Xander through the nightmares. So when Xander got ready to leave town on his trip, of course he asked to see if the vampire had wanted to come with him. By that time the whole freaking out about being around a vampire that could kill him had worn off, Spike had a million chances to kill him and hadn’t, Xander knew he could trust him.


Not long after that they had become lovers. Spike loved Xander; he didn’t even feel the same about Dru as he did about his boy. Xander reminded him so much of himself as a human, yet he had a dark side that came out to play every once in a while. He had taken Xander as his Consort not long before returning to Sunnyhell.

The only reason they’d even come back to Sunnyhell was for two things, to research a way for Xander to keep his soul when he was turned, and to find that damn Gem of Amara so Spike could join Xander in the sun for the short time he had left in it.

Course the ring thing had gone to hell in a hand basket, but they had found a spell, a binding, and Xander was now the proud wearer of a tattoo that insured that if he was turned his soul would stay, no clause or happiness problems to worry about.

Spike finished his story just after describing how he had tormented Angel; his hands had never stopped stroking Xander’s hair. Those bastards had done something to his boy; his scent had changed just a bit. They would pay, even if he had to contract out.

Xander was asleep again, so Spike curled around his love and tried to rest and keep watch all at once.