Title: Again And Again ...And Again
Pairing: Spike/Xander, Willow & Dru of Buffy
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: It's baby!vamp!Xander, anything goes.
Notes: The past and future adventures of baby!vamp!Xander.
Spike paused to survey the scarlet criss-cross patterns that covered his childe's naked back and thighs. Rivulets of blood trickled down heaving ribs to the blanket, and Xander squirmed and begged him for more.
"Again, Spike, please!"
One tethered foot twitched - an aborted childish stomp - and Spike cracked the whip across the closest muscled flank.
Xander yelped, whimpered and arched back into the blow, mindless pleas for more tumbling from his lips..
"That's… Oh, Gods, yes! Spike! More, please!" And then suddenly Xander was shuddering in completion.
An hour later…
"Told you that Hruun-skin whip was worth the price."
"I… I'm so… sorry. I promise, I'll never try and…"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have tried to…"
Willow was hoarse from crying and begging, her throat cracked and dry.
"Please… A drink? I'm sorry, so sorry, but I need a…"
She flinched from the china teacup full of blood that appeared beneath her nose, rapidly regretting it when she spied Dru's angry pout.
"You're only sorry to be here, you're not sorry you came. Your milksop tears and apologies don't stop my boys from hurting." Dru paused, smiled. "Time to move on."
Spike nodded and Xander heaved a huge empty sigh, scanning the crowd beneath their feet for the next unknowing quarry.
"The guy in the corner with the brand new cowboy hat and shiny boots. He only watches the ladies when his friends might see. When they're not close, he's checking out the man meat on the dance floor. From the way he keeps touching himself I'd say he prefers them small and blond. This next one's yours, Spike. I'll be right outside, in the alley. Try not to take too long or I might get bored and wander off."