Spike was about to exit the cellar when he remembered one last task unfinished. He pulled a dusty bottle of wine from the racks beside him and returned to the room with his two ‘kneeling’ soldiers, noting with some satisfaction that neither had moved and that his friend with the bad breath now reeked of human excreta as well.
Spike wandered over to the group of soldiers still on the floor, he removed the blindfold from a particular one.
“Just want to introduce meself, name’s William, the boy you F#$ked is my partner, just wanted to let you know that mate….. before I introduce you to some more interesting forms of ‘stimulation’ in your nether regions.” He held up the bottle and fell into game face.
The young soldier cried out with alarm and immediately began to beg “It wasn’t me… it was Mac… Oh God…. It was Mac!!... and he made me swap clothes with him in the dorm before we… ‘cause he said they might… and it isn’t me… Oh please I was just there I swear… I watched the door but I didn’t… I’d never!... I swear I’d….”
Spike pulled the whimpering individual close enough to feel the fear induced goose bumps. He nicked the soldier’s nose with an elongated canine then pushed him at arm’s length as the soldier lost all control and soiled himself. “Oh Bloody hell! What *is* it with you humans!?? One decent fright and you all need a bloody wet nurse and a nappy.”
“Please don’t kill me… I didn’t hurt your friend… I really didn’t…”
“Then who did??”
“M..Mac… MacIntosh… Oh God… please I’ve got a wife and kid…. Please!.... It was Mac!!”
“And who are you?!”
“Warrant Officer Hanson, Sir”
“Well Hanson… why do you smell of…” Spike trailed off as the soldier started sobbing harder, he paused to look hard at the man and smelt him more carefully. He was slim though muscular, with dark hair and facial features that bordered on ‘pretty’…. And he reeked of another man…. With just a hint of Xander.
“Oh God… oh God….”
Spike’s eyes narrowed as he surmised the reason for the confusing olfactory message. “He fucked you after he raped my partner…. That right innit!”
“Ummm …Oh God….!”
“Must ‘ave been a quickie but then…. figure he’s been doin’ you for a while hasn’t he sunshine…. Other blokes knew as well I reckon.”
“Oh God… Please…. Please!”
Spike leaned within biting distance of the throat. “You bottom for anyone else pet, or just him?”
“No! Oh God … please!….”
“Well…. Since you beg so prettily….” Spike bit down hard on the man’s neck, pulling enough to mark but not to kill. W.O. Hanson fainted. Spike dropped the inert figure and left.
Spike emerged from the cellar with a scowl on his face, wiping a small dribble of blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and was greeted by Anton. The Immortal’s face was still and unreadable.
“Only one is dead. Turned..minion.” Spike nodded knowingly at the Immortal, “Four marked, some sore…. But the abuser wasn’t there.”
Anton reached out to grasp his friend’s hand, “You’re sure?”
“Either dead or escaped somehow!?”
Anton saw his friend’s distress narrowed his eyes then replied, “Come with me.” He led Spike to one of the trucks that had ‘cleaned up’ the Initiative site.
“Here”, Anton pointed to two bodies in the back corner amongst the various pieces of broken computer equipment.
The vampire sniffed each, then pointed to the body with a gunshot wound to his chest. The soldier caught by ‘friendly fire’. ‘The Mac’. Spike was sure. Falling into game face, he all but spat, “F#&$ing bury *that thing* in unconsecrated ground and lime… And let me spit on the grave when you’re finished!” Spike broke from the consoling hold to punch the truck’s steel wall nearest them, then pushed away to mourn.
He didn’t get far, Anton pulled his distraught friend into his arms and simply held on as the smaller figure grieved for his violated beloved and retribution denied.
“Your consort needs you strong my brother… what can I do?”
Spike stilled, pulled away for a moment, then kissed Anton chastely on the lips. “No more than you have already done….I just need… time…. But, thank you.”
“Go to him. You will not be disturbed.”
With that Anton broke their embrace. Spike nodded his gratitude then moved swiftly upstairs to where Xander was still sleeping.
……………………….
Spike crept into their suite, knowing from the silence in the link that his consort was dream free. He made his way to the shower and stood under an all but scorching stream from the faucet. He scrubbed head to foot with more vigor than was necessary, then toweled himself down with equal harshness.
Finally he pulled on the heat suit, which had been laundered he noted belatedly, the soft lavender scent a welcome and calming addition.
Xander began to roll in his sleep so Spike quickly adjusted the suit to warm then joined his consort, spooning the adored body from behind and hoping his partner might find unconscious comfort in the same act.
Xander groaned, struggled then instinctively relaxed as his partner’s familiar body comforted him from behind. As the nightmares began again Spike swiftly opened his wrist and pushed it to his consort’s lips. In an automatic response, Xander latched on without gaining consciousness, calmed and drew several long drafts, much as a small child would when suckling in their sleep. Spike felt the mouth fall slack, withdrew the wrist and licked the wound closed then joined his partner in slumber.
Some hours later Spike was dealt a hefty blow to the nose by his consort’s elbow as the man thrashed in the throws of a violent dream. Dazed but very awake, Spike wrapped himself around his struggling partner. His dilemma now being a waking erection and thrashing consort whose proximity and movement was doing nothing to quell the hard column of flesh. The heat suit made it no better either.
Xander struggled for a few more minutes then gradually returned to consciousness, realizing where his was and with whom. He relaxed into the warm embrace before pulling away again.
“Shhh pet shhhhh… it was only a dream, I’ve got you. You’re safe, I’ve got you….” Spike began stroking down the strong back and purring quietly.
Several minutes passed but finally Xander stopped the calming hand then pushed himself up and swung out of bed. Seeing the vampire’s genuine concern he gave a sleepy explanation amidst yawning and idly scratching his belly.
“Human here, Gotta go pee Spike.”
As he padded to the bathroom, he noted that, though still a little achy in places, he generally felt okay. Flicking on the light, he stared into the mirror, noting with some dismay that his usually closely trimmed goatie had been roughly removed along with much of his other body hair in the Initiative encounter. Xander flicked his tongue out to lick the dried vampire blood from his chin then checked the mirror for again. Finally he stood back, yawned again then moved to relieve himself.
Minutes later found him back in front of the mirror, braced against the basin with both hands, tears silently flowing. Warm arms slid around his waist as limpet Spike reattached himself in an effort to comfort.
“’S OK…. ‘s OK…..”
“It still hurts, Spike… God, taking a morning dump hurt…. How can you stand touching me?! Not after…. I’m…. I’ve…. I need… God, why did it still have to hurt? ….”
Spike turned his consort and rocked them both slightly for several minutes, Xander’s tears creating a tiny wet patch on the shoulder of the heat suit. Eventually Spike broke the embrace and tugged his partner’s hand. “Come back to bed pet. C’mon… another day of me tender lovin’ care and you’ll be right as rain.”
“Will I? Ever?.... How?” A pained look met a concerned and loving one.
“Cause I bloody well reclaimed you is how. And you’re mine. Mine to have and to hold. Mine to play with, to love and to care for. You don’t get a say in it. Master Vampire here pet, and you’re me bloody consort so no more o’ that not gettin’ better rot. ‘S only been a day….” He led the distressed man back to bed the slid in along side him.
“What if they….?”
Spike took his partner’s face in both hands and eyes flecked with gold, stared intensely at the beloved marred face, “*They* won’t be doin’ anythin’ to anyone. Not now and most of ‘em not ever.”
“What did you….?”
“Figure that’s a story for another time pet. Now I’m seriously in need of a kiss from me consort here...” With preternatural speed he was on top of Xander, pinning him to the bed and kissing him with a ferocity that was all about passion and ownership and reclaiming. Lifting off a little so his consort could take a breath, the simple “Love you” was answered by Xander returning to the kiss, this time to plunder Spike’s mouth.
Xander felt Spike’s erection straining to break free of the suit and realized his own interest had suddenly become evident too.
“Far out Spike…. Need you… need you naked… Gahhh… love this but… can you be naked….”
All of two seconds passed before a very naked vampire repeated the beginning of the encounter, this time caressing and stimulating Xander’s hard sex directly with his own. Flesh to flesh and still warm from the suit the slight moans of passion quickly became blissful cries as Spike’s hand found its way between them fondling and squeezing and stroking.
Xander broke off the kiss and bared his neck, “Sooo clll …..Gonna…. cccc….Bite… please!….”
Already in game face, Spike needed no further invitation and took the offering as Xander cried out and they both came hard. Collapsing onto his partner in the aftermath, Spike opened his own wrist again and pushed to his consort.
Eventually sliding off, Spike idly drew patterns in the sticky fluid on Xander’s belly. “Might need to shave you from now on pet, miss the fuzz here,” he tickled around the nude groin, brushing over the still fuzzy sac. Xander’s knees instantly came up in protest as he near squealed. “Oi! Aftermathy sensitivity here.”
Spike grinned without any sign of remorse then shifted his hand to caress the side of his lover’s face and over the almost smooth chin. “Don’t miss the carpet burn on me chin though.” He leaned in for another kiss.