The Tentacle Demon

 

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Summary: Why am I always so mean to Xander? Anyway, I think the title pretty much sums up the story. PWP with some minor plot. Also there’s some Spike/Xander stuff tossed in.

Setting: I'm not sure what season this takes place in. 4 or 5, maybe? I'll let you apply whatever back story you want to it.

Originally Completed/Posted: December 2010. Slightly Revised December 2012.

Rating/Warnings: Rated-NC17(adults only). For language, graphic rape/molestation, suggestive M/M, and weird tentacle stuff.

Distribution/Sharing: Links only, please. No translations or reprints.

Word Count: 3,767

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The Tentacle Demon

By: K.Blood

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Xander sighed and let the tip of his sword drag in the grass behind him as he walked. The cemetery was quiet and he was growing increasingly bored. The place was one of the oldest burial grounds in Sunnydale. Some of the etchings on the headstones dated back to the early 1850s. Others where so eroded by age and weather that it was impossible to tell if there had ever been anything on them to begin with. The place had long ago reached its full capacity. As far as Xander knew the last person buried here had been before he was born—but maybe that was the point. When Buffy suggested they all split up to find this latest demon she sent him here on 'graveyard duty.' Right...

Xander huffed. "Yeah, wouldn’t want poor Xan to hurt himself," he mockingly informed the night sky.

None of the attacks had even occurred around a cemetery. This was simply Buffy's way of patting him on the head and telling him to 'run along now, the adults have work to do.'

Heatedly, Xander plopped down on top of one of the withered gravestones. A few small chunks of stone crumbled off under his weight. Knowing he wouldn‘t be using it tonight, Xander let the sword drop to the ground. The place was in desperate need of a lawnmower. Just how long had this place been out of commission? Twenty years? Thirty? Did Buffy really believe he wouldn't notice?

With elbows on his knees, Xander let his chin rest on his fists. He stayed like that for a little while, just thinking. He could kind of understand their logic. The others were just worried about his safety. It wasn’t like he had any kind of power. He was just regular old Xander. Not a slayer, or a witch, or even a super smarty-pants ex-librarian watcher. No, just Xander.

And that’s all you need to be!

A small smile touched Xander's lips. He could hear Spike's heated voice as if the vampire was standing right there scolding him. It irritated Spike to no end whenever he caught Xander wallowing in self-loathing. Spike had his own way of "motivating" him. It mostly involved glaring and a lot of swears. As strange as that sounded, it actually worked. Or at least watching the blond storm around the apartment, snarling things like, 'You're fuckin' awesome, now start bloody acting like it!' was enough to brighten Xander's day.

However, Xander had to admit that Buffy and the others did have a good reason to be worried. The demon they were seeking was very dangerous. Hell, they weren't even sure what kind of demon it was. Its victims had all been asphyxiated. Giles said it seemed as if the demon had held its victims or sat on top of them until they suffocated. The gang had concluded that it was a very weird way for a demon to kill. There weren't even any signs that it had sucked the life from its victims, which was normally the case with these kinds of attacks. No, just plain old strangulation.

The words just and strangulation probably should never be put together, but when you were use to seeing victims with their throats laid open or their skin peeled off, or their internal organs scooped out like dollops of ice cream…Well, it forced you to find the simple things hard to believe. Besides, demons didn't just kill. There was always some kind of reason: food, extended life, sacrificial body parts, etc. But this one appeared to be killing without any true motive. That was why everyone was acting so nervous. An unknown demon that appeared to be killing just for the sake of killing? Scary stuff.

Willow had suggested it might be a type of snakelike creature because its method of administering death reminded her of the way pythons constrict their pray. But there had also been some kind of whitish gunk found on the victims' bodies, which hinted at something along the lines of a slug or slime demon species. Spike had joked that it looked like cum.

Xander let out a bored sigh. If his friends didn’t want him around then at least they could have sent him to someplace with a TV.

A faint sound touched his ears. Xander gave no noticeable sign he had heard anything—the discipline of years of being a slayerette.

His whole body stiffened as he strained to listen for more. The rusting came again. Faint, and somewhere back behind him. Not wanting to look around for fear of losing any kind of advantage he might have, Xander closed his eyes and tried to pick up more. It didn’t sound like footsteps. Something being dragged, maybe? It didn't seem to be coming closer. It was possible that whatever it was didn’t know he was there.

Xander risked a glance back. The cemetery looked empty. Gingerly, he bent and retrieved his sword off the ground. It felt cold in his hand but its weight was comforting. Slowly, he slid off the headstone and started in the direction the sound was drifting from.

After cautiously passing a couple more gravestones he paused to hear. Nothing. Maybe he had imagined the whole thing? No. There was something here, hiding. Xander was sure of it. Did whatever it was know he was on to it? God, he hoped not.

His eyes carefully skimmed over the rough and brittle graves surrounding him. Nothing. Then suddenly he saw it. He could barely make it out in the dim lighting. It looked like a tail poking out from behind the cracked wall of a mausoleum.

Vigilantly, with the sword held firmly in front of him, Xander approached it. At first he had thought—or hoped—it was only a fallen tree branch, but then it stirred. Only slightly. Just enough to cause the rustling sound again as it wiggled in the grass. Moving toward it, the idea that the thing might be luring him closer on purpose never crossed Xander’s mind.

From what he could make out the thing was either black or a very deep violet, but it was hard to tell with only a sliver of moon for illumination. The part sticking out from behind the mausoleum could have been a tail, or maybe some kind of leg or arm. Sometimes you could never tell with demons.

It was long and slender, greatly resembling the smooth body of a serpent. As he got closer he spotted a wet substance covering the thing. Xander's breath caught in his throat as he recognized it as the same stuff they had found on the victims' corpses. Heart pounding, he swallowed the lump in his throat. With a courage that he was definitely lacking, Xander proceeded to stalk toward the creature.

Should get Buffy, he thought. Yep, definitely the part where Buffy should be gotten.

But he continued on, unwavering. And this evenings Darwin award will be presented to one, Alexander LaVelle Harris—for being a dumbass.

At least he had his will updated.

Xander pressed himself flat against the front wall and peered around the corner. The thing was still there, but now it wasn’t moving at all. Pale moonlight reflected off the smoky-clear fluid on its dark skin. He had been expecting reptilian scales but the creature's epidermis looked more like the glossy, slick hide of a seal. Xander swallowed, again a frivolous act to gain some nerve.

Figures. His friends would send him to a place they thought would be safe only to have him run into the homicidal demon they were searching for. But hey, life was like that sometimes. At least for Xander it was.

Taking a deep breath, Xander rounded the corner. Staying close to the wall, he got within inches of the tail-like appendage. Then, sword held ready for attack, he chanced a peek around the back of the building.

Nothing.

Well, not entirely...

Xander stepped around the corner, his feet positioned on either side of the slimy tail-thing. His free hand went to rest on his hip as he stared on in confusion.

Okay, where's the rest of it?

The thing continued along the wall, increasing in width, until about half way where it abruptly ended.

A horrible idea occurred to Xander: Some lizards were known to have the ability to shed their tails when attacked. While the predator was busy eating the severed tail the lizard could make its escape. A coldness crept up Xander's spine. Instinct told him that this demon did not seem like the kind of creature who just ran away.

Something cool and wet coiled itself around Xander's wrist. He jumped in surprise and stared down. It was the same kind of smooth-skinned appendage as the one at his feet. A scream escaped his mouth. He tugged his arm fiercely in an attempt to free himself, but the thing tightened its grip, preventing him from using the blade in his hand. Xander gritted his teeth and tried to pry the thing off with his other hand. It was too slippery to get a proper hold on. His stomach lurched at the disgusting feel of the slimy wetness now coating his fingers. He continued trying to free his sword hand when something tugged at his pants leg.

Oh God, he thought as the one on the ground began to move, winding itself around his ankle.

"Shit," he muttered and kicked at it.

The things were strong. They felt built of solid muscle. As the one snatched his foot the other tightened on his wrist until a tingling pain shot up his arm. With a grimace, Xander's fingers reflexively opened, allowing the sword to drop. The thing on his ankle suddenly pulled, jerking Xander’s foot out from under him.

Xander hit the grass, hard. His chest spasmed as the air was knocked out of him. For a terrifying moment he couldn't breathe. Unarmed and helpless, the things took advantage of his situation, twisting their way further up his leg and arm.

Xander's chest heaved as he tried desperately to get air into his lungs. His panic level was rising but he knew he had to stay calm. If he lost his head then he'd most likely lose his life, too.

Think, think, think, he instructed himself. Concentrate on breathing first, then go from there.

Reluctantly, he closed his eyes and focused on getting oxygen into his body. Maybe that was how this thing killed? Maybe it didn’t have to do anything at all. Maybe it simply let its victims choke themselves on their own fear.

Not me, Xander told himself. I'm not a victim.

He focused on the rise and falling motions of his chest. Breathe in, breathe out. Stay calm. He ignored the thing on his leg which was now slithering around his waist. Nope, calm, calm, calm.

Still shaking slightly, but once again able to breathe, Xander opened his eyes and glanced around. Where had his sword gone to? The second appendage was making its way up his shoulder. The way they moved and curled made Xander think of an octopus. Perhaps that was what the things were. Not tails, but tentacles. The idea made Xander shudder.

Never should have watched those stupid hentais with Spike...

He spied the sword not far away in the grass. With great effort, Xander rose, reaching out with his free hand. His fingertips had barely touched the tip of the hilt when a third slick tentacle-like appendage seized his hand. He let out a pained whine as it jerked his arm back above his head, forcing him down onto his back. He tried kicking and thrashing, hoping their hold would loosen.

Where were they coming from? Xander couldn't make out a definitive source. Another one came from nowhere and coiled around his foot, preventing him from kicking at the one on his other leg.

Staying calm was no longer helping. Xander could feel a cold panic starting to bubble up inside him.

"Oh god," he said through trembling lips as a fifth one appeared at his feet.

It slowly slid up his body, over his groin and belly. When it reached his heaving chest the tentacle reared up like a snake. It seemed to stare at him, which was rather unnerving. Watching it with wide eyes, Xander felt a jerk at the waistband of his jeans. Glancing down he saw that the tentacle at his waist was tugging on the fly of his pants. Soon it had popped the button and was working on getting the zipper down.

"No," he shouted, putting new effort into his thrashing. "No. This is not happening!"

He felt the one wrapped around his left arm move. Its wet tip slipped under the neckline of his shirt. Throwing his head to one side, he tried in vain to move away from it. The damp tentacle slid under his shirt and over the skin of his bare chest. Xander hissed air when the thing unexpectedly brushed against his nipple. The tentacle seemed to hesitate. Then it did it again.

"Fuck," Xander swore, feeling winded. What the hell was going on?

That was when the one between his legs finally got the zipper down. Immediately, it ventured inside. Xander couldn’t stop the groan that flew from his lips. The tentacle wiggled its way into his boxers and began caressing itself against his flaccid cock. He tried to move but the other tentacles continued to hold him down. He didn’t know what was worse: what these things where doing, or his body’s reactions to them.

The one in his shirt moved to rub against his other nipple, and the one groping around in his pants was soon accompanied by another one. This new one ignored his stiffening cock. Instead it slithered downward, cold and wet, to his ass. The natural slickness of its skin worked like a lubricant. It made slipping between his ass cheeks quite easy.

Xander would have cried out if his voice hadn’t failed him at that moment. The tip of the tentacle gently caressed the rim of his hole while the other one wrapped itself around his shaft and began to stroke him. Xander gulped. This was so wrong, but—God help him—it felt good.

The tentacle rearing back on his chest moved forward, as if it had been waiting for him to get distracted. It slid up Xander’s neck. He pressed his lips together in a thin line as it moved up his chin. It paused briefly, and then its tip touched his mouth. Xander squeezed his lips even tighter. He had a pretty good inclination of what this one meant to do and there was no way.

Without warning, the tentacle in his pants pushed its cold flesh inside him, causing Xander to cry out. The tentacle on his chest used the opportunity to dive into his mouth. Xander's body clenched and wrestled against the abrupt intrusions. Both appendages adopted the same rhythm as they quickly began to go to work on his body.

Xander hardly registered the breeze that blew past his cock as the tentacle that was wrapped around it pulled the organ free from his pants and continued to pump him. The thick liquid that coated it made his erection slick. He could feel the same stuff dripping down his ass as the other one fucked him. It was in his mouth too. He could taste it, and it tasted like cum. It was almost like sucking a cock.

Xander squeezed his eyes closed. This was too much. One thrust inside of him as another stroked his shaft. The one in his shirt continued to slither over his nipples while the last one explored his mouth. He wouldn't be able to handle it much longer.

Xander could feel a pressure gathering. It started low in his belly, traveling outward, making him feel like an over tightened spring. His balls drew up against his body and his cock throbbed. It was almost too much. At an unusually rough thrust from the tentacle in his ass, Xander's back arched and he moaned around the one fucking his mouth. The others seemed encouraged to pick up the pace.

Now it was too much to handle.

Xander gasped as the pressure was released in one hot burst that racked his body. He could feel his cock jerk as he came. His hole involuntarily gripped tighter around the one penetrating him. The orgasm rippled through him. It continued on and on, until he was positive his heart was going to give out.

The things seemed to know when he had had enough and, thankfully, started to back off. The first to retreat was the one in his mouth. As Xander laid there panting, the tentacle around his softening cock gently released him. The one inside of him, in a delightful form of torture, slowly slid itself out. Lastly, the tentacle in his shirt pulled back.

Xander took in deep chestfulls of air, wanting to relax his overheated body. The other tentacles continued to restrain his arms and legs. He swallowed, the aftertaste of their milky-fluid lingered on his tongue. It wasn't really a bad flavor, just a bit odd. Either way, he really wanted a drink. Preferably anything with a high alcohol content.

There came the sound of something approaching at a run.

Great, so here comes the rest of the demon to finish me off.

There was a horrible screeching sound, and then the tentacle holding his arm slacked. The others simultaneously loosened their hold, then where gone altogether.

Confused but relieved, Xander leaned up on his elbows and looked around. All the tentacles had disappeared except for the one sluggishly gripping his left wrist. Regarding at it Xander understood why. It had been severed. He threw his gaze back over his shoulder.

Spike stood there, Xander’s sword lazily slung over his shoulder. "Yo."

"Spike?" Humiliation and furry swept through Xander. Gritting his teeth, he hurried to strip the limp tentacle from his arm and get to his feet. He demanded, "What the hell? What took you so long? Why are you here? When did you get here? What happen? Where'd they go?"

Spike tilted his head, a cocky little smirk spreading across his face. "What question should I answer first?"

Xander swallowed, trying to put a cap on his anger. He felt more embarrassed than anything. He hated to wonder just how much Spike saw.

"Where did the demon go?" he asked, gaining some control over his emotions.

Spike shrugged. "Cowardly thing. Once I cut off one of those..." He made a vague hand gesture in the air. "...whatever the 'ell they were, the others retreated. Didn't see where they went, though. Too quick."

Xander noticed the way Spike's eyes keep slipping from his own. It took him a moment to realize his pants were still open and his moist cock was hanging out. Sending a death-glare to the vampire standing before him, Xander rushed to fix himself.

"You got cum on you."

"Shut up, Spike!" Xander growled, zipping his pants. He could feel a blush spreading up his face. "So you didn't see where the demon went?"

Spike shook his head. "Didn't even see a demon. Just those, things...and you."

Xander felt his face grow hotter. His gaze fell to the grass. Wishing desperately to change the topic he asked, "You just get here?"

"No."

Xander’s head snapped up. "What?"

Instead of answering, Spike lifted his shoulders in a casual shrug. Xander eyed him warily, his anger threatening to come though again. "How long were you here?"

Spike took a second to think it over. "Not sure. A few minutes."

Xander could only stare at him blankly as his mind tried to deal with this new information.

"Hey now," said Spike, trying to defend himself. He took a step closer, went to touch Xander's shoulder, but thought better of it. "I was worried about you. Came back ta check on ya. You know, make sure you weren't too mopey about the slayer brushin' you off like that."

Spike wore a mask of innocence and concern which didn't quite work. Xander did not doubt his reasons for coming, but that didn't explain the time lapse in rescue. He folded his arms over his chest. "So then, what took so long? Why'd you wait? You saw me being attacked."

Spike flashed a toothy grin, his tongue curling against the back of his teeth. "S'at what you call it?"

"What's that suppose to mean?"

Spike waved it away. "Yeah, I saw the things attackin' ya. Was just about to help too, but then, well, that one...It went in your mouth an' you know how my brain turns ta mush when you've got somethin' in your mouth…" he trailed off as he saw the rage return to Xander's eyes.

"Oi, come on!" Spike continued, attempted in vain to redeem himself. "Did save you. I just...took a moment ta watch, is all. No harm done. You're fine."

"Fine? Fine!" Xander pointed a rage filled finger at Spike's chest. Sparks blazed in his eyes. "You sat back and watched while some, some, tentacle thing had its way with me! You watched!"

"Yeah. Wanked a little too."

"Wha'...?" Xander's mouth hung open in the shape of a little "o," too stunned to do anything else.

Spike smirked and wiggled the fingers of his free hand at his boyfriend. "You heard me."

Xander stared on in silence.

Spike released a long, drawn out sigh. For some reason his Xan-pet seemed to have a bug up his arse about the whole thing. Spike didn't understand it. From his perspective the "attack" looked pretty damn fun. Still, he figured he should probably try and make nice.

"Fine. Listen, if I'm ever snogged by some tentacle monster then you can stand back in the shrubs and watch, ‘kay? Now we even?"

Xander had absolutely no idea how to respond to that. None at all. While he had been attacked and violated by a demon (although he would definitely have to say this was one of the better demonic attacks he had ever suffered through) his boyfriend had stayed by the sidelines and watched—masturbated, even, assuming Spike wasn't just messing with his head—and then talked like it was no big deal. Really though, why was he even surprised? It was Spike, after all. What had he expected?

Not saying a word Xander turned around and marched off.

"Oh, come on!" Spike hollered after him. "You would have done the same thing!"

 

~ End ~ (maybe continued at a later date)

 

Author's Notes: So what do you think? It would be really nice if you could leave me a review (positive or negative). As of right now it's a oneshot but I might add another chapter or two to it later on, I'm not sure yet. I'm stuck in a funk with another story I'm working on so I started messing with this one to see if it would help with my writer's slump. Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read it. (^_^)