Defying the Devil

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"Spike!"

A load roar echoed through the factory. Angelus began to scream for his childe. " Spike," he yelled again and made his way toward the blond vampire’s room. Rushing in he slammed the door open. "Spike!"

The blond vampire appeared from the shadows, seated in his wheelchair. " What do you want Angelus? And make it quick I've got things to do."

Angelus scowled. " Oh, saving someone's parking spot are we? Or are you serving as an extravagant paper weight this evening?"

"Piss off," the blond growled.

"Hold your tongue boy, unless you want me to cut it off."

The blond gave the older vampire a look of pure hatred.

" I need to know where Dru is."

"How the bloody hell should I know? S'not like she bothers to tell me anything lately. Not since you came back," he scoffed.

Angelus groaned in frustration. " Where the hell is she? I'm getting tired of watching after her little toy." Grabbing a hand full of thick brown hair Angelus yanked a battered body from behind him – throwing it directly in front of his childe. " She made this... Thing. Against my wishes no less. Now I have to watch over it. But I'm bored playing with it for now." Leaning down he grasped a hand full of hair and forced the newly made fledge to look directly at the vampire in the wheelchair.

Putting his lips to the fledge’s ear he spoke in a slight whisper." Don't think just because I'm done for now that I don't still want you. There are so many things I can do to you. So many things." He snickered and backhanded the fledge with his free hand. " But I wanted you," he yelled. " I wanted you all for me, sired by me." He backhanded the fledge two more times before speaking again. " Oh well. You're still mine despite the fact that I'm not your actual sire." His gaze turned to the vampire in the wheel chair. " Just like him."

The blond scowled at the older vampire and Angelus smiled at his angered expression. "Spike be a good little watch dog and keep an eye on this for me." He threw the beaten fledge next to the blond." Seeing as you now actually do have plans, I'll be on my way." Approaching the wheelchair the elder vampire leaned in and gave his childe a soft kiss on the lips. " Bye bye. Have fun watching after my toy." Then he disappeared into the shadows.

Leaving the fledge on the floor, the blond wheeled himself to the door of his room and slammed it shut. "That arrogant prick," he yelled. "The bastard thinks he can come into my bloody home, take my girl, and take bloody..." Turning he stared at the fledge on the floor, wondering whether or not the beaten vampire was listening. "Everything," he said stretching his arms out, emphasizing his point.

The fledge was kneeling with his head cast down, staring at the ground – completely nude. When the blond vampire inspected him closer he noticed all the cuts and bruises which decorated the fledge’s skin. The fledge looked familiar to him, but from where he wasn't sure. Wheeling closer he came up to the side of the battered vampire and placed a hand on its shoulder.

"That bastard really did a number on you didn't he," the blond asked trying to get the fledge to speak. Not really caring what the fledge had to say, he waited.

This vampire was not the greatest of company. He just sat there and stared at the ground. The blond vampire had to wonder why he was not speaking. It was rather annoying. "Well why don't we start with something simple then. Can I have a name pet?"

He placed his hand on the vampire’s head and entwined his fingers in the dark curls, massaging the scalp. But the vampire did not acknowledge his presence. It simply lay there and let the hand caress its scalp.

"I'm not going to ask you again pet. Give me a name. I can understand if maybe you couldn’t speak. Had your tongue cut out? But s'not it is it?"

The vampire remained staring at the floor, still refusing to speak. Now the blond vampire was irritated. This stupid fledge refused to speak to him. Him. A master vampire. Despite the noticeable disability he was still to be feared and respected. This fledge obviously didn't know its place. But he figured he'd do something else instead of beating the vampire. His new brother.

Gripping the dark curls in a tight squeeze he forced the fledge to look at him. "Not the talker I see. Well if you don't mind my say’in -- That's a bunch of bull. You shouldn't disrespect me pet. I may seem a bit... Inactive. But you are to respect me. And when I ask for your bloody name you damn well better give it to me. Understand," he asked. But the fledge stared at him with a blank expression on his face.

Now the blond was extremely irritated. “Fine! Don't talk. But you know mate. Me and you. Could've been the best of friends. You see I don't like that soddin' wanker anymore than you do. And I could easily beat the answer out of you. But you know why I don't? Cause I'm not him. Prefer the kill more than the torture." He paused for a second making sure the fledge took in everything he was saying. “But clearly you don't want to speak. So I'll be on my way. Shame too. Thought maybe you could keep me some company."

Turning his wheel chair around he headed for the door. When his hand gripped the doorknob he heard the fledge speak. "Wait," the vampire said in a low raspy voice. " Don't go. Xander. That's my name. It's Xander."

The blond's lips curved into a smile and he turned around to acknowledge the fledge’s words. "There you go. Was that so hard?" The fledge gave another blank look then stared at the ground again. Immediately becoming irritated by this show of absolute submissiveness, the blond wheeled himself to the fledge and grabbed his jaw. Forcing the vampire to look him in the eyes. "OK, Xander. Now that we have your name let’s set up some rules. Rule number one. You are to give me eye contact at all times. No looking at the ground. When I speak I like to command the attention of the whole room. You look at the ground you get the back of my hand. Understand?" The fledge nodded.

"Alright. Rule number two. You are to answer any questions I have for you. If you don't you are to be met with the back of my hand. I'll ask you twice if needed, but that's it. I will not ask more than twice pet. Keep in mind that's stretching it. You break that rule continuously I leave. Understand?" The fledge nodded again.

"Final rule. You are to do exactly as I say. I ask you to grab me something you better do it. I ask you to bend over and present yourself you do it. Got that pet?" The fledge nodded once again. " Alright, good."

The blond looked at the strange vampire in wonder. It looked so familiar and yet he couldn't place the face. " Pet, can you answer a question for me," he asked while gently stroking the vampire’s dark curly hair. The fledge looked up at him and gave a small nod. "Alright this might sound strange. But I feel like I know you from somewhere. So my question is - Where exactly might I know you from?"

The vampire looked down at the floor and mumbled something inaudible. Grabbing the fledge’s chin the blond vampire forced him to give eye contact. "You just broke a rule. Now I'll let that slide. But this is the only warning your going to get. Next time you get the hand. Got it?" The fledge stared at him for a moment before nodding.

"Alright good. Now please start over."

"I said that the first time I saw you was at parent-teacher night at my school. You tried to kill my friends," the vampire said indifferently. The indifference in the fledge’s tone really shouldn't have surprised the blond. But it was just strange to him that the vampire seemed to not really care. Most would have loved to talk about maiming, or all the other possibilities and ways of former friends dismemberment. But the tone didn't convey any of those. He seemed a bit hollow.

"Hmm. Well I remember being there. I remember almost killing that bitch the slayer. But I don't think I remember you. So you’re going to have to refresh my memory a bit."

The fledge sat and stared at him for a moment before responding. "Master Angelus offered me to you as a gift, or something. I'm not really sure. But he offered you my neck and you didn't accept. You punched him instead, and I got to live for a few more months."

The blond took the time to consider what was just said. He did remember everything the fledge had just mentioned. But for some reason he couldn't quite place the face. That night he was so overcome with hatred for his sire that he really hadn't noticed the boy.

He became infuriated by how much control his sire had over him. How much influence the elder had over him. By simply trying to fool him that night the blond had become so overcome with rage that he actually dusted a few of his own minions just to calm himself down. Now he couldn't even place the fledge’s face on the boy he once was.

The pull on the Xander’s hair became painful and he buried his face in the other vampire’s lap. Trying not to show his discomfort at having his hair pulled. But eventually it became so strong that he thought he might actually lose his head along with his hair. But he remained silent and as still as possible.

Feeling a head on his lap the blond looked down and noticed the dark haired vampire panting. He eased his grip on the younger vampires hair and massaged it once again.

"Sorry if that hurt pet. But sometimes my sire infuriates me to the point where I can't control myself. Did that hurt?" The younger vampire looked up at him but didn't say or do anything. He just stared blankly. There they were again. The fledge was not talking and it became annoying real fast.

Bringing up his hand the blond backhanded the fledge. "You broke the rule. I asked you a question. I know I said I'd ask you twice but sod that. Change’in the rule. You answer me the first time. No more than once, and no staring unless you plan to speak."

The blond was becoming quite unnerved by the young vampire. Why was he so damn... Emotionless. Even for a vampire this thing seemed strange and unnatural.

Big brown eyes stared directly into deep blue and the elder vampire felt a shiver go down his spine. The fledge was getting to him.

"I'm sorry Master William. I didn't mean to disobey," the young vampire said in response to his elder's command.

The blond tilted his head questioningly. This was bizarre; he hadn't seen behavior like this in such a long time. "Then why the hell did ya pet? And what's with this Master William? My name is Spike. Get it right."

"I'm sorry Master... Spike. I didn't mean to get it wrong." The young vampire took his head off the blonds lap but remained kneeling on the floor. Their eyes caught each other and the older vampire gave him a stern look. Knowing that he was expected to answer the questions asked of him, the fledge quickly responded. "Master Angelus told me to refer to you as Master William before he brought me here."

"Stupid pouf probably jus' try’in to piss me off. Knows I hate being called William. Stupid git," he scoffed. His sire was so persistent in annoying him. Taking away his dignity by humiliating him in front of the minions. His constant cracks at his inability to stand or fend for himself.

Feeling rage boil from within, Spike took a deep unneeded breath to calm himself.

Finally he relaxed and spoke again. “You have something else to add to that pet?" The fledge stared at him questioningly, its big puppy dog eyes confused as to what he meant. Spike laughed at Xander’s innocent expression. "Oh god pet. That is fucking adorable. Finally something readable. Every look you've given me has been so empty. I was beginning to wonder whether or not anyone was in there." The young vampire did not look amused; he just sat and stared. "OK, answer now! Why do you just sit there and take your punishment? You don't grunt, you don't scream. You don't really do much of anything except take it. Why?"

The young vampire continued to stare at his elder and took a few moments to think before answering. "I don't know Master Spike. It just doesn't feel like anything to me. It's like air I guess. It's there but you're totally oblivious to it. That's how the pain is. I don't think I really feel it. But it's there... Somewhere."

Xander’s expression changed and Spike scowled. That blank look had returned. But he couldn't find it in himself to be completely angry. This vampire was odd indeed. How can you not feel? The vampire seemed to be totally oblivious to pain. But that couldn't be. On some level he must feel something.

"Tell me pet, how do you feel when Angelus tortures you?"

The fledge tilted his head to the side and took a moment to think. "I don't think I understand your question Master Spike."

"Oi. I mean what do you feel. Do you feel the pain? Do you feel hatred towards Angelus for doing it? Pet, something has to be there. You can't be as empty as you say. That's damn near scary is what it is." Spike motioned for the fledge to once again place his head upon his lap.

Placing his head on Spike’s lap, Xander sighed. "I don't know. It hurts I guess. I just... I just... I don't know Master Spike. I don't know how to describe it. When he tortures me I go blank. Then he tortures me more because I don't scream, there’s no reaction. So I pretend to now because it makes him happy when I do."

"Damn it," the blond yelled. "Why does that bloody pouf have to destroy everyone? He did it to Dru when she was human. He is do’ in it to me now. And he goes and destroys all of your resolve. It's bloody unfair if you ask me."

Spike’s rant was cut short when the fledge interrupted. "Excuse me Master Spike, but if you don't mind me saying, I was like this from the moment I was born. That's why my sire didn't want me. She said I didn't have the pretty blue haze anymore... Or something like that. Then she told me that I wasn't fun and asked Master Angelus to watch over me for her.”

With a growl, Spike interrupted the younger vampire. "Oi. Just hold up a bloody minute. You said that when you scream it makes Angelus happy?" The fledge lifted his head off the blonds lap and nodded. "Why the bloody hell would you do that pet? He's not worth it. Why would go out of your way to make 'im happy?"

"I don't know Master Spike. I guess I feel like I should make him happy. My sire wasn't happy with me and Master Angelus... Master Angelus... I don't really know. I guess I should feel grateful that he pays attention to me. So if I scream he's happy."

The blond vampire quirked an eyebrow. "That really it mate? You make him happy because he pays attention to you? Well that's bloody," he sighed. " That's bloody pathetic pet. What that bastard does to you is not any sort of attention you'd be wanting. Believe me. I know."

Spike was infuriated that the young vampire wanted to please his sire. As far as he was concerned Angelus didn't deserve a damn thing. Especially not respect, and especially not happiness. Yet this fledge was willing to scream for him just because it made him happy. Because this fledge had a warped idea of vampire bonds. It really thought that Angelus was doing him a favor by torturing him. It believed it to be some type of special attention.

Spike snorted. "This is really fucked up you know that mate? You are a sad thing indeed. I jus' can't believe you. You honestly think that the torture, the beatings, you really think that is something you want? That it's something given because that bastard cares?" He watched intently waiting for the fledge’s response. He had to know what the fledge’s problem was to have such warped views.

"Master Spike, I don't really know."

Spike snickered. "Yeah well, you seem to not know a lot pet." He watched as a sad look briefly crossed Xander‘s face. Did he just hurt his feelings? Deciding that was not the case he scowled at the younger vampire, wanting him to say something.

Xander kneeled at his elder’s feet, placing his forehead to the ground. "Please Master Spike. I'm sorry for not having the answer. But Master Angelus, he treats me different."

"Bloody tortures you is what he does."

"But Master Spike he isn't doing anything wrong," Xander quickly responded, trying to sound convincing.

"What the hell did you just say," the elder vampire growled. How could this fledge sit there and tell him that what Angelus was doing to him was right, justifiable somehow? Yes they were vampires, they knew pain. But what Angelus does to his victims should not be done to anyone. The whole situation was bringing Spike to the boiling point. He had half a mind to dust the fledge.

"Please Master Spike, don't be mad at me. I think I know what your problem is. You think Master Angelus has warped me somehow, played with my mind. But that's not true. I've tried to tell you. I've been like this since I was born. Since I came into this new life."

The blond vampire stared at the fledge dumbfounded. What was wrong with this vampire? Everything he had just said was spoken in such a straightforward tone, no fear at all. He was asking for the master vampires forgiveness, but there was no sincerity in it. Just words that had been said.

"I'm not gonna lie to you pet. I'm angry. You sit there and ask for my forgiveness and you don't really seem to care. Why? This time I want a full explanation. Everything. Spill it."

Xander raised his head and looked into his elder’s eyes. "When I woke up into my new life Master Spike, I felt nothing. I didn't even feel the bloodlust that I know most vampires should have. I don't really know what's wrong with me. But, I guess, I feel hollow inside. Like it doesn't matter. But if I can make others happy, my creators happy, then I have some... I don't know. Some kind of purpose I suppose. That's why I allow Master Angelus to do the things he does to me. I could fight back, try to get away. But I don't. If it makes him happy I'll stay."

With a sigh Spike placed his hand on the Xander’s head. “Pet, that's what I was afraid of. Get up and sit on my lap, kay?" The younger vampire stared at him questioningly, not sure what to do. "Listen pet, I'm not gonna try anything. Just get up and sit in my lap. It's a simple request."

Looking his elder up and down, Xander decided that there was no threat and stood, turning so he could sit.

"Turn around pet. I want you facing me."

He looked at his elder bewildered. Not quite sure how he was going to fit. But he tried.

Placing a leg at either side of the blond's, he managed to squeeze himself in. When he attempted to sit down against his elder's legs he was stopped by a hand, which was now cupping his butt.

"Don't relax quite yet," Spike said and placed two of his fingers in his mouth, covering the digits with saliva.

Xander tensed, not sure what to expect. "Place your head on my shoulder and try to relax pet." Xander stared into Spike’s deep blue eyes and decided to trust the other vampire. He had no choice in the matter and there was no need to fight, even if he had wanted to.

Placing his head on the blond's shoulder he relaxed his body. Xander felt one hand go up his back and rest upon his head. The other hand remained on his butt. He felt the hand leave his butt and move it's way down to his hole. Then there were two moist digits at the small pucker. They began to massage in slow sensual circles. It should have scared him, but he remained calm and relaxed in the older vampire’s arms.

Without warning the two fingers entered him, causing a loud moan to escape his lips.

"Pet you're so bloody tight," Spike said in his ear. "Relax a bit more. Just go limp for me." Relaxing his body Xander tried to open himself up for the blond. It was so hard for him not to be tense. No one had ever touched him there, let alone stuck their fingers inside.

With his two fingers embedded deep within the young vampire, Spike worked a slow rhythm in and out of the tight channel until he found the spot he was looking for.

The dark haired vampire moaned loudly into the blond's shoulder and wrapped both arms around his elder's neck. His penis became unbearably hard and he needed more. So he pushed himself back onto the two digits, trying to force them deeper into his channel.

"Pet, you have to stop now," Spike demanded. However Xander would not stop his thrusts as he continued to move up and down, impaling himself over and over. "I said stop," the blond yelled and jabbed his fingers painfully hard into the tight channel, pushing them as far as they would go.

"Master Spike. * Please *," the dark vampire begged. The fingers were so far in him that he couldn't take it. He needed release.

"I said no pet. Now I need you to tell me something. Serious time now." The blond paused for a few moments allowing the younger vampire to pull himself together. When he felt the body relax he used his other hand to entwine his fingers in the dark curls, playing with Xander’s hair. "Now that we are relaxed. I need to know something pet. Why did my Dru sire you? I know her; she would never sire another and simply become disinterested in them the moment they rise. So tell me what happened pet?"

Resting his cheek on the older vampire's shoulder Xander spoke softly into the Spike’s slender neck. "It's very complicated Master Spike. I'll try." Pausing for a second he thought over every detail involved in his turning. He wanted to get it right for the blond. "Well it started a while ago. There was this girl named Cordelia and she dumped me. On Valentines Day no less," he said and sighed into the blond's neck. His human life still brought harsh memories to the surface, ones that he wished he could forget.

Sensing that the younger vampire was becoming a bit distressed the blond tried to comfort him. "She wasn't good enough for ya pet. Didn't know what she was missin’. Please continue."

"Well anyway. I had this girl, Amy, do a spell for me. It was a love spell Master Spike. I wanted Cordelia to pay for what she had done to me. I wanted her to love me as much as I thought I loved her. Then when she loved me, I'd break her heart the way she did mine. Crush her like she did to me."

"That's a bit evil pet," the blond smiled." Proud of you."

"Thank you Master Spike. But I have to tell you that I screwed up. The spell backfired and every woman who came in contact with me became completely infatuated. They went crazy and they all wanted me to themselves. My two friends both came on to me. My friend Willow tried to seduce me and Buffy.." He was interrupted mid sentence by the older vampire.

"That bitch the slayer," the blond growled. " You're friends with the bloody slayer? Oh that's just brilliant. Bitch is probably on her way to finish me now."

"No Master Spike. Please calm down," the dark vampire said trying to calm the blond. "She isn't coming. I've been dead for two weeks and she hasn't so much as tried to rescue me. They probably don't even know. If they did I doubt they care."

The blond sighed and rested his head against the other vampire’s cheek. Things were starting to make sense now. "You sound hurt pet. You mad that they didn't save you? Mad that you're a vampire?"

Lifting his head from the comfort of the elder vampire's shoulder Xander stared into Spike’s piercing blue eyes. "No Master Spike. That's not me anymore. I'm not that person, I'm just..." He paused, not able to come up with the words.

Spike quirked an eyebrow and smirked at the younger vampire, "no pet, you're hurt. I finally get you now. I finally get it," he repeated. "Well, almost. So continue with your story."

The younger vampire gave a questioning look before responding. “Yes Master Spike. What happened after that was a bit crazy. All of the girls became murderous. They realized that I couldn't be with them and they tried to kill me. They also attacked Cordelia, who by the way – was so not affected by the spell," he sighed. "Anyway, after they attacked Cordy I grabbed her and we ran for it. It was night when we reached Buffy's house. We thought maybe we'd find safety in the home of the slayer. But we ran into trouble there too. Master Angelus had shown up while we were being attacked by a mob of insane woman. He grabbed me and was about to kill me when my sire came and saved me. He yelled at her, called her crazy. Then he tried to attack her. But she ran off, taking me with her. I don't really remember much after that. The next thing I remember is waking up in here. But she didn't want me."

A single tear feel down the fledge’s face. He hadn't realized how much his sire's rejection had affected him. It just hurt that she didn't want him.

"Hm. I wonder," the blond said as he wiped the tear away from the younger vampire's face. "Pet, are you still attracting these girls? They still after you?"

The younger vampire composed himself before speaking. "No Master Spike. Why?"

"Well," he sighed. "The spell probably wore off when you died. That's why Dru rejected you. See she doesn't like to be lied to. Mainly cause she can sense it. Probably a bit upset that she wasn't under her own influence when she turned you. But she'll come around though." He shrugged, "Sooner or later."

"Is that true Master Spike," Xander asked with a look of complete shock on his face. Spike nodded. "I wish she would. But... I belong to Master Angelus now. He told me what I am. I'm his property," he sighed.

"You bloody well are not," Spike growled. "Pet, you don't belong to that bastard. You're not property. You're a vampire, and one day you could be a strong Master too."

The young vampire broke eye contact and looked directly down. "No Master Spike. I'm not. I'm nothing."

Spike snarled at the fledge. "You're breaking a rule pet. Now look at me." When the fledge complied to his command he continued. "You were made with the intention of becoming a childe of this clan. You're not a minion. You're a childe of my sire, like it or not."

"But Master Spike. I thought that Master Angelus was your sire?"

Spike smiled at the question. "He isn't in a technical sense pet. You see part of being a sire is that you teach your childer to become strong Master vampires. Dru is too looney to raise any herself, so Angelus took the responsibility of raising me. That is why I call him sire. But Dru is my real sire. As she is yours. So you see, we're brothers."

The younger vampire appeared to be overjoyed with the blond's words. He leaned in and placed a small kiss on his elder’s lips. When he realized what he had done he tensed up and backed away. "I'm sorry Master Spike. I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

Spike smiled. "It's fine pet. You should get accustomed to it." The young vampire looked at him questioningly.

"Listen pet. I've decided what to do with you. I'm going to raise you as my childe. I will be your sire."

Xander’s eyes widened. " But Master Spike. What about Master Angelus?"
The blond smirked and began to thrust his fingers within the tight channel of the fledge.

"You see pet I've figured you out. You have several problems. All of which I have the answer for." His smirk became a huge smile when he saw the look of pure pleasure on Xander’s face. "You're still holding on to what you were pet. You need to let go."

"No Master Spike. I'm not," the fledge moaned. The fingers went deeper with every thrust and he wasn't sure he was going to last. He wanted the blond to touch him.

"No Master Spike here pet. Just call me Sire. Or Spike. I'm nobody's master. "Grabbing the fledges erection Spike stroked it to full hardness. When he heard moans of pleasure come from the body above him, he slowed down. The other vampire was close to release. So he placed his thumb over the slit of the vampire’s erection and held firm.

"Not yet pet. I need to talk." The young vampire looked at him as if he were crazy. But eventually complied and calmed himself the best he could. "Alright now that that's settled. Here's the deal. I know you. I was you pet. You're trying to hold on to the human you once were and that's why you're feeling the things you are. This emptiness."

"No Master Spike," the fledge insisted.

"Shut your gob. I'm not finished," he growled. "Yes you are pet. You're holding on to it. I saw the look of disappointment on your face when you talked about your friends. Thought they were going to save you, but they didn't. When you mentioned that stupid bint who broke your heart, you were sad. I saw it. And I know I'm right pet, so don't act stupid with me."

Xander stared at him for a long moment before nodding. "Yes Master Spike. But I don't see what that has to do with anything."

"I told you already. No Master Spike. Just Sire or Spike. Got it?" Xander nodded.

"See, not so hard. Now here’s my point. When I was turned I didn't have the blood lust either. Yes I fed, but it was mostly to keep myself alive. It wasn't until later, after Angelus molded me, that I became what I am. For the most part I did it to impress her. My Dru. She didn't want that human William. I didn't want William. So I set myself apart.”

“You pet have nobody. Dru rejected you so you're trying to give yourself purpose by becoming Angelus' little toy. He is blood and you think that he'll give you what you need. Fill that emptiness. I thought that too. That's why I went to him, he had something I wanted. I wanted to be strong and ruthless, and that's what he taught me.”

“But pet that's not how it should be. You're just giving yourself up willingly to 'im because you think no one wants ya. Your friends didn't want ya. Dru didn't, and that hurts the most. When a sire doesn't want their childe it hurts a lot pet. So you gave up.”

“But I'm gonna take you as my own. Raise you as my childe. When I get out of this damn chair I'm going to leave with Dru and with you. But the question is – Do you want it pet?" He eased his grip on the Xander’s penis and began to stroke it. "Do you want to give yourself to me," he whispered.

"All of you?" He moved his fingers again and set a slow steady rhythm.

"Spike," the younger vampire moaned.

"That's it pet. Let me in. Just tell me you want it," he whispered in the fledge’s ear.

"Yes," Xander moaned. "I do. I want you to be my sire. I want you to have me. Just * please *. Please fill this void Sire."

Spike smirked and set a rapid pace with his fingers while stroking his new childe's erection in full steady strokes.

"That's all I needed to hear luv." Then he kissed the younger vampire, licking Xander’s luscious lips, wanting entry. The lips opened to him and his tongue thrust inside, exploring every crevice of the young vampires mouth.

The strokes on the Xander’s cock became fast and rapid. Fingers moved in and out of him and it wasn't going to be long until he found what he needed. Something that for the first time since he became a vampire had wanted.

With a scream he found his release and spilled all over the Spike’s fist.

Parting from the younger vampire the blond removed his fingers from the tight channel and brought his other hand to his mouth. Tasting his new childe.

"Mm. You're such a nummy treat pet," he smirked.

Xander moaned and collapsed on the elder vampire. Spike. His new sire.

"Go to sleep pet. You can stay here for the night." The blond wrapped his arms around the young vampire, holding him close.

With Xander’s head nestled against his chest, Spike couldn't help but smile.

Originally he was just going to take Dru with him when he left this hellhole. But now he was going to take this fledge with him too. His newest and only childe. He was going to take everything away from his so-called sire, Angelus. Dru, Xander, everything.

It was his turn to screw the other vampire. Show him exactly who he was messing with.

He would live happy with his Dru and his Childe.

His Xander.


The End