Eleven
Twenty Three O Five: 2
by Josie_h
Notes
The young fledge awoke in the dark with his Sire covering him… He felt very different, cold at one level but also like there was an inner furnace just waiting to explode. He wasn’t sure he understood what was going on, but at some intuitive level, he felt safe, and joy, and belonging, and family for the first time in…. so long… he was loved…
At that moment Sire opened his wrist and shared the most precious of liquids, then kissed him. And he knew in that instant, with complete clarity, what he had become. He tried to feel sad but found he could not, as his demon stirred, his game-face emerged and Sire kissed him again, but this time incisors sliced lips and they shared a bloody exchange of saliva and essence of family. He thought he should grieve for something, but could not work out what as his demon rejoiced. Sire was there.
He was aware of the form above him releasing his fastenings and encouraging him to enjoy the simple act of touching and pressing their bodies together, two hard aroused male shafts sliding against each other as Sire undulated above him, then bit down and took what was his right. He drank deeply of his Childe as they both came, the older vampire claiming him for all time. For the fledge, it was about touch and blood and connection.
Still with limited voice, the Childe Alexander felt dizzy with blood loss and ecstasy, so simply sighed into the embrace and all seemed well… But then the floodlights of their enclosure were flicked to high…
They were already connected, and in the impossibly bright light, Spike growled and moved to defend his new Childe.
Spike had satisfied the need to partner with his new Childe in a calm way, but the researchers dialed their chips to almost maximum on the pleasure scale. And neither vampire now had a choice.
In full game face the demons mated fully, Sire taking Childe violently and often. Neither were able to speak properly yet but there was little need. Xander fell in and out of game face but throughout remained in a position of submission on his back, as Spike initially snarled above him then threw his Childe’s legs over his shoulders and with his own blood as the lubricant, drove inside with a single stroke. Xander’s prostate was already ‘firing’, as was Spike’s.
Spike took his pleasure violently time after time and each climax also culminating in his Childe washing their bellies with cum, both partaking of the other’s neck in an endless cycle of blood. Eventually however, even vampire recovery time wasn’t enough and Spike simply lay embedded in his Childe both fangs and groin, as dry orgasmic spasms tortured both he and his Childe from inside out. Xander, had sunk his fangs into his Sire’s neck sometime late in their frenzy and now remained there as they both silently shed tears and took blood as their only comfort. They were both in hell and they had just learned only half of their punishment.
“Subjects both stilled at fourteen thirty one. Coupling, immediate; suspected orgasms, seven; duration before collapse forty three minutes.”
Unbeknownst to the experimental team, however, they had created a fully mated pair from an unblooded fledgling and his Sire, a Master Vampire. The amount of blood exchanged during multiple carnal acts was well beyond the norm and ensured a mental link so strong that the newly made fledge wasn’t sure where his mind finished and his Sire’s began. It was the first ‘initiate Childe’ blood mating for almost a century in the vampire world. Only ever occurring before when Master vampire and human were partnered prior to turning.
Both had passed out within seconds of the implants being deactivated. The research team acted quickly, tranquilizing both parties to assure no ‘wake ups’ during transfer, then transporting them to a new holding room. There were no windows in the venue just three white walls and one two way ‘mirror’ (though neither vampire would ever see their reflection!) the need to directly observe and the two cameras and microphone allowed for unadulterated monitoring twenty four seven. Their charges’ every move would be monitored.
There was a simple futon in one corner and a small table for the delivered blood bags to slide onto through a one way shoot. Two controls lay on a Perspex shelf just inside the observation area.
Spike quickly discovered his voice was rough but returning, though Xander had no such luxury. However via the blood link, now so strong that they literally felt the ‘other’s’ presence in their mind, Spike was able to mentally caress his Childe, his beautiful mated fledge. Xander immediately rolled into his Sire’s embrace and they communed sadly and without sound.
……………..
Several hours later yet within minutes of each other, they both woke on the cold floor of their new cell floor feeling groggy and unrested. Spike crawled to the low bed with the new cotton mattress, and called for his mated Childe through, the link then opened his wrist. As though drawn by an unbreakable thread, Xander crawled to his sire, though feeling though nauseous and barely managing on all fours.
They exchanged a little blood, but it was for comfort more than need, as Spike spooned his pretty fledge, his mated partner, against his own hard abdomen.
Xander’s speech seemed to be returning, if only in small steps, but as he settled Spike distinctly heard… “Sire.” then a heavy sigh… and smiled at the minor blessing as they both returned to slumber.
His speech did not improve much for the next few days, as both vampires were subjected to the other end of their ‘controls’.
The pain fired spontaneously when they both lunged at their captors on the first morning and as it had been dialed to maximum the effects were debilitating in the extreme. Both vampires passed out with the pain that shot not only through their heads but sent white streaks of agony through their whole nervous system. The taser was cruel, this diabolical.
They took Xander while Spike was still lying in game faced, barely conscious in a fetal position.
He was aware enough to know that his Childe, his mate, was bleeding from the nose and had also sliced his own lip with his fangs. Spike desperately tried and failed to recover the use of his limbs as two white coats carried out the inert figure.
Xander came to in a ‘training’ room. He was chained to the wall and tugged at his restraints unsuccessfully. Spike felt him come to and reached out through the link. The mental caress was returned, along with fear, from his dear Childe. Spike crawled onto the bed and tried to send his love for his
Childe, his ownership, through the link, desperately trying to protect him but from what he wasn’t sure.
Xander watched while an extremely hirsute man knelt quietly and answered questions.
“Are you thankful for your changes?”
The man dropped his head, “Yes sir.”
Xander noticed the tears flowing down the man’s cheeks but they were not those of joy.
“You made the decision yourself, you signed the papers.”
“Yes sir.” More tears.
Xander’s demon stirred as he watched the meek, submissive responses and positively exploded when the man was ordered to stand. As the poor wretch struggled up, Xander saw, the legs ended in hooves and the hair was more that of a dark haired goat than a human.
“Your human status is now void and you are therefore the property of Wolfram and Hart to do with as they will… Do you understand?”
The man was silent… then dropped to the ground writhing in pain. After several minutes he clawed his way up to kneel in his original position.
“Do you understand?”
There was a whispered “Yes, yes.” Then more tears as a lead was clipped to the former humans hand cuffs and collar and he was led away without protest.
Xander was next. As he was released from his bonds, Xander’s demon objected and he learned yet again what true agony was. And as Xander writhed on the ground, his Sire also felt it, lying on the cot and crying out as intense pain flowed through the link.
In his first session, Xander began to understand why the furry individual was so compliant. After he refused to follow commands, then there was only pain. But his demon would not allow him to bow to the humans’ games. On the third day, he spat at the feet of his trainer and saw a white coated figure point the small remote at him. Xander collapsed in convulsion, his limbs no longer his to command, followed by his head pulsing with enough pain to eventually render him unconscious. Spike did the same in his cell and this time someone noticed.
The following day Spike was taken and it was Xander’s turn to writhe on the bed in their cell.
By nightfall they were both curled up on the bed in their cell listless, neither had eaten for several days but for some small ‘comfort exchanges’ of their own blood.
Gordon was standing at the two way mirror staring at them while the researcher gave his report.
“It seems that the two are somehow connected… if we treat one, the other is affected.”
“And you’re sure the two controls are on a different frequency?”
“Well of course! We have eliminated all those possibilities.”
“And it’s never happened before?”
“No Sir Never.”
“So your hypothesis?”
“Must be something to do with the Hellmouth origins of the newly turned human. B…but we are seeking other variables, Sir.”
Gordon looked at the two and noticed with disgust Spike’s hand stroking Xander’s erection over and over in comfort.
“Ever thought that the fact they’re f@#$ing queers was the f@#$ing variable!! Just look at them! All tucked up tight and cozy at our expense. You’ve got three days to work out what’s going on then we stake both of them … this is bullshit! Geez and here I thought William the Bloody might just work out for me… should have *bloody well* known better.”
Gordon Manners slammed his fist on the window sill and without further adieu, stormed out.
Spike simply lay with his partner and stroked and stroked and fed him a little Sire’s blood and licked him and kissed him and adored him.
The conversation had not gone unheard… they had three days to get out.