Eleven
Twenty Three O Five: 3
by Josie_h
Notes
The following day they were left alone but for a young cleaner who arrived in the observation area late evening.
The two were sleeping on the low bed, Xander’s chest spooned against his Sire’s back. It was obvious that the two were ‘together’, and the boy had heard the scientists talking. He looked at the controls, then up and down the corridor, and decided to satisfy his own curiosity.
He pushed the dials to maximum on the euphoric end, and since he was a somewhat naive teenager rather than habitual voyeur, he was initially taken aback, then utterly excited, when the two male bodies began to move against each other.
The two vampires woke together, dazedly rousing from highly erotic dreams to find their bodies being remotely stimulated far beyond the norm. Prostates firing, erections leaking and faces flushed, they kissed passionately before they turned and serviced each other in full game faces, swallowing erections and pulling the other to completion. Then Xander rose, straddled his Sire and rode the apparently still hard vampire enthusiastically. As the two vampires climaxed loudly for a second time, the cleaner too came totally untouched. He realized belatedly that there were cameras in the enclosure and microphones in the observation area, and raced out of the room, his overalls seeping wet with his spending. Unfortunately for the vampires, he left the controls on.
As before when the dial had been pushed to ‘high’, the vampire pair was left to ride out the effects of over-stimulation. But unlike last time, their minds were blended to begin with, and the strength of the connection gave a very new dimension to their combined passion.
After their aural stimulation and first coupling, there was a remarkable shift. It was as though they had somehow let go of their bodies, leaving their physical selves to rut and hump and pleasure desperately, while their spirits (or whatever it was that formed their ‘essence’ in their current state) to joyfully play without interruption.
They each felt the images and feelings, they *were them*… they were their own sexual organs. They were the embodiment of loving each other as their bodies demanded in that moment created by minds that had drifted. They were their own genitalia.
Penis, scrotum and hole were all that formed them now. It was utterly surreal. Enormous and cloudlike, they stood as their own phallic avatars and felt the joy as they plunged into each other’s strangely accessible openings and were simultaneously plundered again and again. Climax after climax ensued, and though aware that their real bodies were gaining pleasure, were utterly consumed by their ethereal experience. As time went on, their cloud-like phallic forms began to wrap around each other in an endless spiral, impossible in reality. The stimulation was extraordinary. Entwined, the mythical members squeezed, rippled and demanded, then began to move up and down stimulating and being stimulated. Ultimately both vampires finally felt, and with bizarre clarity saw, their sexual forms melt together into a sea of mutual cum and blood… the metaphoric representation of their combined satisfaction. They both continued to rise and fall like waves of timeless pleasure they now embodied. All the time their preternatural bodies continued to ‘play’, apparently on automatic.
Every one of the readouts from their cell was off the dial. And the tape continued to record their passion until the system overloaded.
The supervising scientist, Richard, a tall, impossibly slim man in his early thirties, arrived early the following morning. He could not believe what he saw. They two figures were in a ‘sixty nine’ position like no other.
Both vampires were apparently near comatose, mouths full of each other and each fisting the other, the other hand petting their partner. Both had apparently been crying. There were enormous bite marks all over both bodies, and blood obviously congealed with other fluids spread across the entire enclosure and its occupants. He was almost ill and ready to call for the termination of the two debauched individuals when he noticed their controls on the floor, and the dial positions. He then spotted the abandoned bottle of window cleaner and wiper, and suddenly guessed what may have occurred. He looked again at the individuals. Even for vampires they were extraordinarily pale, and both obviously dehydrated.
In that moment he understood the torture the devices were truly capable of.
He dialed them down to neutral, and though the two stayed connected and worked each other to an apparent dry orgasm, both demons then fell back into human guise and began to cry in earnest. They twisted and pulled each other close for a comforting embrace and finally falling into a deep slumber. Richard was profoundly moved. In the few seconds before they fell asleep he heard their whispered and quite desperate words of endearment and mutual love, it was extraordinarily moving and utterly unexpected.
Richard went their dialogue in his head again and again before reporting the incident.
“So sorry Sire I would have… Drink of me Sire please finish me… can’t live without you.”
“Darling heart I adore you, I adore you… We’ll make it through this we will… Trust your Sire… your mate… I love you… We’ll make it through… and if we don’t, we die together… there is no other way.”
“Then let them take me… I would die for you!”
“I know pet, but let’s go together. I won’t be left behind… can’t live without you my sweet boy… I won’t! My beautiful Childe… my mate.”
“Nor I you Sire… Please will you hold me?”
“For eternity my lovely… for eternity.”
Richard watched as the vampires latched on to each others necks then apparently fell asleep attached in a gentle cycle of sucking.
On the recording Richard played back the last exchange at least seven times, committing the words to memory and beginning to draw his own conclusions – quite contrary to his colleagues at Wolfram and Hart.
He had come to the project late and had seen the vampires as a subspecies, animals or less, the dead. The talented biologist had been thrilled to be ‘head hunted’ by Gordon Manners’ research section of Wolfram and Hart after one of their scientists had apparently failed in his duties and ‘voluntarily signed himself over to a different project’. There were rumors of bizarre experimental work and retribution for less than satisfactory performance… but they seemed utterly ridiculous, and the new employee, Richard, wasn’t one for gossip anyway.
He and several others reviewed the tape of the vampires’ amorous evening again and again in the staff lunch room… Richard did not fail to notice that certain sections were not simply replayed for scientific purposes, heard the fair number of sniggers and guffaws and lewd comments, and saw the open beers when the show was repeated ‘after hours’. Yet every time Richard saw something more. Two intelligent individuals, obviously in love, yet caught in an impossible situation. He still could not quite see them as human but that night researched vampires in his own time. Particularly “Spike aka William the Bloody”.
Armed with a mental image of the original Alexander Harris, the human and Spike, the second ensouled vampire on the planet, both white hats… he re-watched the footage. The connection these two unfortunate creatures shared seemed quite profound, their movements together were utterly synchronous, both highlighting, and accentuating each other’s mutual pleasure. There was no top or bottom, no give and take… rather a give and receive tenfold. There were utterances of love and exchanges of blood and kisses, and mutual care and attempts to console that was utterly enthralling.
The man now stood, a glass of single malt scotch in hand, and stared at the wide screen of his own lounge room as he paused the recording at the point the two reached climax the third or fourth time and Xander screamed Spike’s name with a joy, adoration and utter devotion …. Richard was completely transfixed by the words after the declarations of love… Almost imperceptible except when the tape was slowed and enhanced he saw it, “We will go together pet, we find some wood and go together.” Then the reply, “Oh God Spike please … together!”
It was as profound a message as some Shakespearean tragedy and utterly incongruent with all he’d been told of the ‘undead/demon’ entities, but he was an open minded man and a curious one. He was quite prepared to shift everything he believed about these beings in the light of his observations, sadly it seemed, others might not be so ‘broad’ in their tolerance of the ‘other’… so he made a bold decision.
……………..
Just after midnight on the following evening, a soft voice addressed them over the speakers.
Spike was the first to rouse and listen as his chip was stimulated to slight arousal. It manifested to no more than a morning hard on, so the vampire simply sat up.
Richard had been careful. The voice monitor on the observation space had been switched to mute.
The voice into their space continued, “I surmise you are aware you are due to be terminated.”
Spike looked up with bewilderment, then thought for a minute… There was no reason for one of their torturers to offer such information unless to torture, or… for some reason, to rescue.
The Sire answered, “What’s it to you?”
“If you were to agree, and I were to study you, would you… would you agree to sharing some of your… um… well let me study you... both…”
“Never gave a thing to you bastards except me own pain, nor the Initiative pricks nor the Watchers before you, or Angelus at ‘is worst. Now you lot have me with Childe and fixin to finish us both off… so… explain to me again why you want to talk?? Listen mate… do yerself a favour and just … F@#$ Off!!!” Spike gave him a two fingered salute and cuddled down against his child again.
“What if I said I could get you out of this place?”
Spike rolled onto his back and spoke to the ceiling, “Devil’s contract innit… need to see the fine print…” He snarled and fell in and out of game face despite himself.
“I will guarantee the safety of you and your partner.”
“How?”
“I… I just thought that if you get stakes and are found ‘dusted’ … then we can…” Richard said it all so enthusiastically that Spike began to believe the tall man’s dedication to some plan, but still had to be sure.
“Sorry mate, don’t find the attraction, given that me and mine are due to be dusted any day?!”
“I provide you with stakes and ash, and we rig the camera. Dusting is a show!... Not a reality!...”
“All well and good, Luv, but vampires pet? What guarantees we won’t eat the help?.” Spike made his point with a growl and falling into game face again.
“Oh … only that you are a vampire with a soul, a Master Vampire, and a mated pair. I’ve done my research… *and* I have your controls. And … and … you aren’t animals and if you give me my research paper, you get the controls…. And anyway I’m gay too… so… ”
Spike grinned for the first time in a week but pushed the issue, “So what … you reckonin’ on a threesome? Cause gotta say pet, my boy here and me, kind of an old fashioned pair… we don’t…”
Richard blushed profusely, “Oh god no … No!!! Just research… research! Not the sex..”
“’S OK pet … Waddya need to know?”
“The truth… I believe we can both gain from this…”
Spike gave a petulant pout, “Might prefer to be dusted than analyzed.”
Richard was not put off, “Your choice, but agree to my option and at least it’s a reprieve.”
A scarred eyebrow lifted, “Is that right?”
“I’d hope so.”
“Ho so we’re to be your kept boys… that it?”
Richard looked utterly puzzled, then a little embarrassed as Spike held his gaze even through the one way mirror. “Is that a yes?”
The rather unsteady vampire stood slowly, hauling his partner with him. They both swayed, tried to stay upright, but finally gave up and sagged to their knees. Days without sustenance and ongoing torture had taken their toll even on the Master Vampire. From his position on the floor, holding an almost unconscious Xander, he addressed their apparent savior, “S..Sorry mate, bit um… ahhh ffff…. Give us a minute yeah?”
Spike finally dropped his charge and leaned heavily against the wall. Xander was now passed out on the floor. Spike eventually levered himself up and eyeballed the man stepping into their enclosure holding their controls.
“Know What….F@#$ You!... Just set those things in your hand to a reasonable level and dust us together now alright… you already know we’re mated… at least respect that … you know your lot have it in for us and we can’t do a thing about it… so please mate... just do it quick alright… don’t hurt my boy anymore… just do it quick!”
Watching the Master Vampire lift his face in full demon visage with tears streaming, Richard suddenly realized the level of commitment and of torture the two had already endured. Spike saw the hesitation and fell back into his pretty human visage and quietly said, “There but for the love of God go I.” It undid Richard.
“This is *genuine* research and I give you my word. You will be safe with me so long as you… agree to… umm.”
Spike looked at him from his submissive kneel on the floor with complete disdain, “Oh Puleeease! To what? You reckon two vampires one souled and one fledge… What you gonna dial us…. Ussss up for hurt ‘til you have a research paper…Pfffttt. You must think we’re either bloody sss…stupid. Just save us a whole lot of grief mate h’…nnn dial that bloody thing up and plant those two true… Please… just kill us.”
“No.”
With that and to Spike’s utter surprise, two vampires were both hit by a small jolt of pain and debilitating tranquilizer darts, and dropped. Richard had already dealt with the cameras, but made a point of moving aggressively toward Spike so the images implied the ‘passing’ of the two to dust at the hands of one of their captors.
He then carefully hefted them onto a trolley and quietly loaded two bodies into the boot of his own car.
They woke the next day on the hard floor of a truck both were violently ill and lay in their own bloody vomit until they were tranquilized again. Xander couldn’t help but think *Blessed Sire… Blessed Black… seemed to recall he should be concerned then gave in to the reverse count from ten that always ended in eighhhh…*
The next day was hazy also, though a little more comfortable and smelled of straw, neither aware enough to know they had been gently placed in an animal travel cage for the remainder of the twenty two hour journey, much less that they had crossed borders. Both vampires had felt the rolling of the vehicle they were in and dry retched as they came to for a time. Blissfully someone had thought to drug their water. Dehydrated, they drank in desperation and passed out again minutes later…
Finally, somehow in the haze, as they both felt their bodies being lifted yet again, they smelt a real home smell, no hospital or prison or cell… And the following evening Spike awoke fully on a soft queen sized bed warmed by an electric blanket. He was nude and beside his mate, and covered by a thick obviously new, duck down duvet. They were apparently in a private bedroom, though he wondered. He could hear the whine of electrical equipment, but simply had no energy to worry.
He smelt fresh human blood. Neither he nor Xander had fed for perhaps four or five days… He rolled to find two warmed sports bottles filled with the ambrosia he had not tasted… since they had fed him his childe and years before that. In a daze, he drank both bottles then pushed a sliced wrist to his slowly waking Childe/Mate’s mouth. Xander fed willingly and laved the bite closed, kissing the arm and pulling it to him as they both hugged tight, Spike’s chest to the strong back as they both gave in to slumber again.
The last thought that crossed Spike’s mind was that if they were to dust, there could be worse ways to do it than be fed and in the arms of a lover on a soft bed.
Richard smiled when he saw the two settle. He had given up much and run countries for these two, but somehow that still felt OK.