ROAD TRIP 4
by Maz

They spent two hours in alternate whispered conversation and ostentatiously discrete play, while they waited. The whispering had been mainly Xander's speculations on which of the many ‘Sunnydale Disappeared’ could be Venetia’s ‘Hellmouth Boy’, and the reasons why Venetia might be willing to part with him. Spike would have had to be blind not to see Xander’s worry, so he contributed where he could, but put most of his efforts into distraction. Xander, understanding the dangerous game they were playing, co-operated with enthusiasm. Spike had released Xander's cock from the thong that tied it to his belly, leaving only the ring in place, and had made a show of causing Xander to cry out softly in mixed pleasure and pain, sipping the endorphin rich blood each time. But now, the awkward shuffling of feet caused Spike to glance up from under from his brows, yellow eyes glaring at the interruption. Recognising instantly the man standing in front of him, he wondered briefly why he was not surprised. Slowly, he removed his fangs from Xander's shoulder, pierced his own tongue and lapped over the holes to heel them. He didn't raise his head again, deliberately concentrating on his lover, keeping his mind focussed on Xander, stamping down the emotion which threatened his control. So, they had their answer. Spike buried his face in Xander's neck, his arms tightening around Xander's back as he fought to remain calm, while memory engulfed him.  

He remembered the frustrations of his first days with the chip; how very often he had hurt himself - crashed to the ground with the pain in his head, before he learnt to control the fear and rage at being forced into close proximity with one of The Initiative. Being with the Scoobys was bad enough, but the soldiers had crippled him with their mathematics, and their silicon and wire. Eventually he steeled himself and looked up again, allowing his eyes to rake over the figure before him as the memory of fear gave way to anger. His hair was longer than Spike remembered, his face more hollow, making his eyes appear huge, his tall frame looked gaunt and there was a hesitancy to his stance, which had never been there in Sunnydale. Part of his brain registered that the man was now a sorry specimen, a shadow, wearing nothing but a pair of loose white cotton trousers, his torso covered in the scars of bites, but reason was threatened by instinctive rage.

Xander began to lift his head from the crook of Spike's neck and Spike raised a hand to hold him still. Keeping his face hidden in Xander's hair, he growled, "Wha' d' you want?"

Riley gulped, fell to his knees, bowed his head and hastened to explain. "Mistress sent for me, Sir," he said. "She told me... she said you were looking for a second pet and if I pleased you, you might buy my contract. And she might sell it." Through the echoing red, which was reverberating around his ears, Spike could hear the longing in Riley's voice. The need. The near despair.

Xander stiffened, then scrambled away from Spike and turned around so he was sitting half on, half off, Spike's lap, facing into the room. His eyes locked with Riley's and both men gasped. Spike took a completely necessary breath and looked again at Riley's body. The bites had healed cleanly, so he had been cared for, if hard used, but Riley's voice shook. He wasn't lying. He really did want his contract sold and was desperate enough not to care who bought it.

Xander took a breath. "Quiet, Pet," Spike growled. Xander shot him a quick glance, then bowed his head in acknowledgement of the warning. Riley was sitting back on his feet, his face frozen in shock. Spike lifted Xander to the floor and stood. "Follow," he commanded harshly, picking up Xander's leash. He marched across to Renfield and snarled, "Private room! Now!"

The servant bowed, politely. "Room 21, Sir," he replied, with practiced calm. "Through the billiard room and down the hall. Third on the right."

Spike nodded and turned sharply away. He strode across the room, almost dragging Xander behind him and through the double doors in the direction Venetia had indicated earlier. As he passed the billiard table he heard her voice alive with malicious laughter. "Oh my, so impatient. Do enjoy yourself, William," she called.

Spike didn't pause to acknowledge her mockery. He marched down the wide corridor, flung open the door to room 21 and stormed inside.

*****

Spike shrugged off his coat and sat on the edge of the bed, his vision sharp and textured, his fangs itching. He could feel his muscles vibrating with the effort of holding himself still while Xander knelt on the fur rug to remove his boots. Then he slid back against the headboard and pulled Xander up to sit next to him, burying his face in Xander's neck. Xander wrapped his arms around Spike's shoulders and held him. Riley closed the door and waiting beside it.

Eventually Spike got his rage under some sort of control, and logic and self preservation reasserted themselves. "Shit, Pet," he whispered into Xander's neck. "Okay, pretend I'm biting you. Play it up, Luv. This is an act, right?"

His clever Xander caught on at once and arched his neck, throwing his head back, gasping as if in ecstasy, before slumping forwards again and whispering into Spike's ear, "Are we being watched?" He took a short breath. "I can't believe it," he murmured incredulously. "Riley?"

Spike nodded, answering both questions, took a small bite for real, raised his head and glancing around, licking the blood from his lips. The room was in keeping with the rest of the house, rich carpet, a marble fireplace, fancy plaster work and Victorian erotic art on the walls. There was even a mock window with heavy, brocade curtains drawn across. The bed was big and sturdy, occupying most of the wall opposite the door, where Riley still stood, frozen, smelling of terrified need.

"Come here," Spike ordered, pointing to the foot of the bed. Riley flinched and crept hesitantly forwards, climbing up onto the bed and kneeling where he was told. Xander nudged Spike in the ribs and as Spike looking into his worried, loving eyes he felt his tension relax another notch. He gave himself a mental shake, pulled himself together and laughed; cheerful and care free, and all for show. "Yes, Pet," he said.

Xander smiled faintly back and clambered across Spike's legs to reach the coat, digging into one deep pocket, while Spike's hand caressed his arse under the loincloth. Xander froze for a moment as Spike's finger stroked over the skin behind his balls and he slumped slightly with a moan of pleasure. Riley's eyes got wider. Spike pulled Xander back next to him, holding him tight against his chest, and Xander placed a small silver object on the bed between Spike's knees, pressing the button on the top. The air seemed to thicken.

"Right," said Spike in a more normal voice, and though the anger was still simmering just below the surface of his mind, he was back in control. "That'll stop anyone overhearing what we say. You see any cameras, Luv?"

Xander gazed around the richly decorated room. "There's one in the fancy cornicing up there," he said, nodding imperceptibly to the right.

"Plus the one above the door and the one in the main light fitting. Looks like they've got the room covered, especially the bed. So we can talk, as long as we're careful and not for long." He lowered his head close to Xander's ear, nuzzling into his neck. "We'll need to give them a show to watch too." Xander snorted, but his body stiffened slightly.

Spike looked back at Riley, his voice hardening again. "Okay, Soldier Boy. In short sentences and no more than 30 seconds, tell us what happened t'bring you here and why you want out."

Riley took a breath and began speaking in fast clipped tones, his eyes fixed on the bedspread. "I was in Dallas. On leave from a my first tour back. I met a vamp in a club and he just... I couldn't help myself. I went with him willingly. The next day he told me about this house and I went AWOL." He paused for a moment and finally raised his head to look at them. "That was five years ago. Now I can't leave... I tried. Mistress called me back. Tonight she said if I pleased you she would sell me and I could go. I didn't know it was you." He bowed his head again and whispered, "I thought... I never knew... that there may be another way out. She said you were looking to buy a second pet. Is Xander your pet?" As the question escaped him he cringed in fear. "I'm sorry, Master. Not my business," he whispered, lowering his forehead to the bed in apology and supplication.

Spike, his humour fast being restored by this abject display, nudged Xander. "See, Pet. Obedient, if a bit impulsive. You could learn something."

Xander grinned and elbowed him back surreptitiously, turning his face into Spike's chest. "You know you'd get bored," he said. "Are we going to take him?"

Spike nibbled at the back of his neck. "D'you want to?" he asked.

"I don't know about want." Xander said, as he raised his head.

Riley looked up in alarm. "Please, Xander. Don't leave me. Please," he implored. "I was your friend. I'll do anything you say. I need to get out. Please?"

Xander turned to look at him. "Why?" he asked baldly. "She said you were all willing and it looks comfortable here. And even if it wasn't and you weren't, why should we help one of the men who put a chip in my lover's head, so he had to go to Africa to get it out? You were my friend. Emphasis on 'were'. But it's been five years. I don't know you now."

Spike grinned to hear Xander indulging this small revenge. He knew there was no way Xander would leave Riley here, he knew Xander had respected and admired the soldier, but he enjoyed the fact that Xander was giving Riley a hard time before telling him so. He tightened his arm around Xander's neck, pulling him in closer. "Love you, Pet," he whispered into his hair. Turning back to Riley he fixed him with a hard stare. "Boy's got a point. Why should I take you? What have you got to offer me?"

Riley hung his head again. "Nothing," he admitted, defeated by the reality of what he was. "I don't think she plans on keeping me much longer." As if aware how that sounded, he added, "I'm fit. I could easily last another eight or ten years. But, I don't think she's going to let me." Then, refocusing on the question he had been asked, he went on, "There is no reason you should take me... Except..." He looked up, hopefully, desperately. "You took Xander. Was that for revenge?" He ignored, or didn't hear, Xander's indignant snort. "Because if it was. You could have revenge on me, too?" he offered. "Xander seems happy enough now. But it can't have been like that at first. Please, Master, if you want revenge... She... she prides herself that her stock is willing. But wanting and needing are different things. And she owns me. I signed a contract... in blood." He paused for a moment, as if gathering his argument, "I'm so tired," he whispered. "I'll do anything... I need it like a drug. But it's always someone new. I want to be owned. I need to be owned. Mistress said it would never happen now. Too many have had me. No one would want to take me. Except maybe a fledge. I've seen what happens to humans who end up with them. But even that...

"Please, even if it was just for food. To be with just one. To know what was wanted... what I was expected to do..." Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes. "Please take me?" he whispered. "She's going to kill me soon. Put me down, she said." He trailed off to silence, bowing his head to the bed again.

Keeping his face averted from the cameras, Spike turned to Xander, away from the sobbing wreck kneeling at his feet. He raised one eyebrow in question.

Xander also keep his head down, but Spike could see the shock in turn of his lips and the furrows on his brow. "Yes," he agreed. "We have to, don't we? We can't leave him here. But we're not keeping him."

Spike quirked his lips in amusement. "Wouldn't want to, Pet. Why on earth would I, when I've got the best already?"

Xander flushed slightly with pleasure and Spike marvelled that after three years he could still elicit that reaction.

Xander sobered. "You have to do something, don't you?" he asked. "Not only for the cameras, but they'll smell him, won't they? If you don't take him, there is no way that skanky madam is going to sell you his contract."

Spike raised an amused eyebrow at Xander's vehemence. "Jealous?" he asked.

Xander lowered his eyes. "Yes," he admitted, sulkily. "She was all over you and you seemed to enjoy it."

"We go back a long way, Luv. Knew her in the Thirties in Berlin. And before that in Madrid. But don't worry, she's not my type. Not any more."

Xander smiled tightly. "Sorry, Master Spike."

Spike rolled his eyes. "Right," he said. He pulled Xander up to straddle his hips and caught his face in both hands, bringing his head down and once again nibbling at his neck. "Petlove, you are my only. No one else. Okay?" Riley had knelt back up and was watching this exchange with wondering eyes.

Xander nodded. "Didn't say I was being logical," he pouted. Then, in a seeming non-sequitur, "Just don't want to watch you take him. You're mine."

A wave of possessive pride surged through Spike at this declaration. He thought for a moment. "Okay then," he agreed. "You're right. We do need to mark him and I do need to bite him. But I don't need to take him." Xander looked up in surprise and Spike grinned. "Dear Venetia will hate it and you won't need to be jealous. You take him, Luv. I'll bite him."

Xander's mouth dropped open. "But... but that's just the same thing, the other way around," he objected.

"No it isn't, Luv," Spike explained. "It's not. You take one end, I take the other. Forget who he is. Think about how we are going to get out of here. He's just a toy, like any other we've used. Remember New York?"

Xander shivered. "Oh God," he said. "Yes, Xander sandwich."

Spike just grinned. "Just like that. It's not like he's not willing. So come on. Pull yourself together, Luv. You have to fuck him to save him." His smile twisted. "Venetia will jump to her own conclusions about my motives, and his future, and she'll probably be eager to sell his contract with your scent on him." Xander's own smile, which had begun to make a tentative reappearance, was wiped away by the last comment. "Way of the world, Luv," Spike whispered, close to Xander's ear. "Nothing will make her think of you as equal worth. Let's use her weakness to our advantage and rescue the damsel in distress here, eh?" he glanced over at Riley, who didn't react to the insult, or probably hadn't heard it. His expression was one of mixed hope and resignation. Spike felt Xander's reluctant acquiescence in the slump of his spine.

Spike nodded his head and Riley crawled backwards off the bed, undoing the knot at the waist of his baggy trousers. They fell loosely to the floor and he stood before them, hands behind his back, head bowed, his half hard cock already filling further.

"Please, Master," he asked. "How do you want me?"

Spike smiled with pleasure at the depths to which this once cocky young man had sunk, feeling no guilt at his humiliation. He turned to Xander and for the first time since they entered this place, he kissed him deeply, pouring as much love and comfort into the act as he could, Xander's need far outweighing the slight risk that Venitia would see the act as a sign of weakness. Xander moaned with pleasure and arched his body into Spike's, pressing against him. Spike pulled back and looked down the length of the bed. Tugging Xander up with him, he stood. "There," he said, pointing at the bed. "Hands and knees, facing the door."

Riley complied, crawling up the bed to the middle and turning around. Spike pulled a tube of lube out of his pocket and handed it to Xander. "Get behind him, Luv. Make him ready," he said as he walked across to the door, locking it firmly. He stood for a moment, watching Xander kneel behind Riley and rub his hand into the crack of his arse. Spike watched Riley push back, his mouth slack, as Xander inserted a finger, twisting and thrusting into Riley's hole, his face tense with concentration. Spike unfastened his jeans as he returned to the bed and pulled out his cock, stroking gently to bring it to fullness. Xander inserted two fingers and scissored them, not being vicious, but certainly not being kind. Every muscle in his body looked tense. Riley thrust back again, his back arching as his shoulders lowered towards the bed. Spike lay down next to them his head by Riley's knees, to watch as Xander began to push his hard cock, still bound with the ring, inside. His expression of distaste faded slightly, replaced by surprise at the ease of his entry.

Propping himself up on his elbow Spike looked down the length of his own body to Riley's face. "Suck me off," he instructed. Riley raised his head and managed to manoeuvre himself so his arms were either side of Spike's hips. Spike watched Xander's length pushing into Riley's body as the warm mouth closed around him.

Xander pushed in, his hands on Riley's hips, holding him still. Then with a grunt, he was fully seated. He paused for a moment, gripping Riley more firmly and began to pull out again, doing his duty. Riley groaned, sending tingling pleasure up Spike's cock. "Yes, Luv," Spike whispered. "Just like that. You take him," he instructed, enjoying the sight of Xander's domination, even if Xander would not see it in those terms. "Can't wait to feel that inside me, Pet. Your hot shaft pushing into me. Love the feel of you as you stretch me. Always new with you." Xander began to pant, his forehead gradually smoothing and his eyes loosing some of their focus as Spike's words insinuated themselves into his consciousness. "Always so good. Yes, Luv. Push in. You'll feel so good. You always feel good. Yes, like that. Do that, more. Think how good it'll be. When there's just us doing this. Want you, Pet. Want you 'round me. Want you in me. Want to feel you. Yes, Pet. More."

Xander began to thrust more strongly in response to Spike's whispered encouragement and Spike reached up to where his cock entered Riley's body, spreading more slick over the shaft as Xander pulled back. He reached up to unfasten the ring that had held Xander in check all night. As Xander gasped and pushed in again, Spike grabbed and tugged his balls, cutting off the orgasm just before it arrived.

Xander cried out in frustration. "Oh God! Please?"

Spike chuckled lying back on the bed, confident that Xander was now deep enough into sensation not to suffer more nervous qualms. He stroked one hand gently up and down the soft skin of Xander's inner thigh and, even as he kept up the whispered praise and expressions of desire for Xander's sake, he allowed himself to enjoy the mouth on his cock. Not as talented as his Xander, but eager, had to give him that. Just,  not good enough to bring him off. He raised himself onto his elbows and reached over, laying a soft kiss on the back of Xander's leg, followed by a gentle nip with human teeth. Looking up he realised that Xander was getting close again and this time he decided to be generous. Sitting up further he sank his fangs sharply into Riley's flank and drank. Riley cried out and his teeth scraped along Spike's cock, although he managed to avoid biting. The pleasure/pain of that, combined with the rich blood in his mouth sent Spike over the edge, where Riley's experienced but untutored technique alone, had failed. Riley followed immediately, tipped over by the bite and Xander groaned, Riley's orgasm obviously working on his cock - one, two, three sharp thrusts and he was finishing, too.

Riley's arms collapsed and he buried his face in the covers while Xander sagged forwards onto Riley's back, leaning this head on his forearms.

As the two heartbeats in the room began to return to normal Spike retracted his fangs and shook himself back into his human face. He rolled onto his back, one arm under his head as Xander pulled himself free and Riley collapsed completely. Spike reached out and pulled Xander across to lie with him, stroking and comforting, while he, himself, propping his feet up on Riley's arse and basked.

Xander stretched out, tangling his legs with Spike's and hugged him close. "Wow! That was weird," he said, his mouth twisting in sated disgust. He dropped a grateful kiss into the hollow below Spike's ribs, then he raised his head, resting his chin on Spike's chest. "So, what now?" he asked.

"Well, we gave them a show," Spike said, laughing now that he knew Xander was really okay. "Bet they make a mint on that one, once they dub some dialogue in." He paused. "What?" he asked. "Oh, you mean, what d'we do now?" He squinted down at Xander, catching his eye and grinning at him. "Well, now we've shown her out there what we think of Soldier Boy here, we go close the deal." He hugged Xander close. "In a minute, okay, Luv?"

Xander snuggled down. "Yes, in a minute," he agreed.

Riley lay still under their feet, as if afraid to draw attention to himself. His sweat smelt of sadness and fear.

Road Trip 5