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darkhavens
22 July 2004 @ 01:28 am
Grungefic 4
At last!



“Need some help?” a whisper by his ear as two cool hands unstick the shirt and smooth it down, real slow. He stands and lets those hands iron out the wrinkles, barely twitching when they tuck the soft material under the waistband of his jeans then pat his ass.

“I’ve had that baggy thing you came in burnt; it wasn’t even fit for rags. We’ll find you something decent later on, but first, let’s eat. I’m sure there’s something nice and juicy out there for us both to sink our teeth into.”




They’re halfway out the door when Xander pauses and looks nervous. His eyes flick up to Spike’s and then away, then back, then down.

“I… My stuff, back at the motel... Could… could we get it? It’s not much, but there’s a couple of things I need and…”

Before he finishes his broken explanation Spike is nodding, turning back into the house and shouting out. “Hey, Hodgkins, get your pasty arse down here!” Then, turning back, “Which fleapit were you booked in, pretty? Still got your key, yeah? Here, I’ll take that.”

The room number and address of the motel are both etched into the lump of plastic hanging off the key, and Spike is unsurprised at the locale. He’d bet even the price of this dump took a huge chunk from his pretty’s bankroll.

A skinny guy, quite tall and pale, comes trotting down the stairs, and Spike holds out the key and issues orders in a voice that’s obviously used to being obeyed.

“My pet here wants his stuff back from this grotty little hole. Make sure you pick up every single thing that might be his. Put the bag in my room. See my Princess is well fed. Don’t let her wander outside on her own; remember last time? And do make sure the leftovers get dumped as far from here as you can take them.”

Grabbing hold of Xander’s hand he squeezes, reassuring, and gives a tug to get his pretty moving.

“So what do you want to eat, pet? Burgers, pizza, deep fried chicken, or a lovely juicy steak with all the trimmings?” A slight intake of breath gives him his answer, and Spike smiles and knows just where he’ll take his pet to fill his stomach.

They walk a while in silence, Spike wondering a little what is going on inside his new toy’s head. Then,

“Xander.”

“What’s that, Pet?”

“My name’s Xander. You keep calling me ‘pet’ and ‘pretty’. My name is Xander.”

Spike puzzles for a moment why his pet thinks that is relevant information. He’s Spike’s now, and he’ll take what name he’s given. Spike thinks. Was it because he sent a minion for the bag? Curiosity, plain and simple, that’s what that was. An urge to know what it is the boy claims to need when life itself seems so disposable. Something of such importance that it makes him interact and ask a favour is something Spike has really got to see.

He gives a tug and Xander bumps into his shoulder. Spike turns to cup his face and catch his eyes.

“You’re mine now, Pet, remember? Your name don’t matter none, not now, not really. My Dru will call you Kitten, and I’ll call you Pet, or Pretty, or a hundred different names and you will answer to them all because I say so.”

Spike sees a flare of life, and maybe anger, in the eyes he’s watching closely. He grins and knows he’s in for quite a fight when his cute kitten rediscovers long lost claws. A swift hard kiss applies a patina of shy arousal to those eyes and Spike is satisfied he’s made his point.

“Now stop your worrying, Pet, you’ll ruin your appetite. We’re here, so just relax, and enjoy your meal.”

And yes, when Xander focuses, he sees that they are standing on the sidewalk of the main street, stopped outside a small Italian restaurant. He lets himself be led inside, his stomach growling at the smell of fresh cooked food, and wonders when he last ate something not out of a can or box or carton. A memory of Jesse roasting wieners on a stick over a campfire surface briefly, but the hand still holding his tugs him along and past a cart filled with tarts and tortes and a triple chocolate cake the size of Newark, and he’s lost.

The next he knows, they’re sitting at a table on a terrace, and Spike has tapped a finger on his nose to bring him back.

“So, I’m guessing you like chocolate just a bit, eh, Pet? We’ll have some for dessert.” And then he turns and gives their order to the waiter Xander hasn’t even noticed standing there. “The largest steaks you’ve got and make them rare, with all the trimmings, but no garlic mushrooms, luv, ‘cause I’m allergic. A bottle of Jack for me; the boy’ll have milk. And make sure there’s a nice big slice of chocolate cake for later, keep him happy.”

They sit, each lost within their thoughts, until the drinks arrive. Then Xander takes a sip and frowns and asks the question Spike is hoping for.

“Why milk? I don’t like milk.”

“You need it, pet, you’re skin and bone. You’ve not been eating right. Whatever’s beating you up inside has got you in a right old sorry mess, and no mistake. I bet you haven’t sat down for a proper meal in weeks, and no one’s noticed. No one cared enough to see you’re hurting and that’s sad. But you’re mine now, pet, so I’ll take care of you, make sure you get the things you need, and more besides. I won’t sit back and let you starve yourself under my nose. You’ll eat, and eat good food, not junk. Don’t worry; you’ll still get chocolate… if you’re good.” But then Spike winks and grins, and Xander takes another sip of milk and tries to think.

He runs what he has heard back through his mind and tries to pick the words apart. He hasn’t eaten much. He couldn’t, not with Jesse always on his mind. Every time he looked at food his first thoughts were of his friend. Was it stuff he’d eat or not if he was still alive? And then Jesse would turn to dust again before his eyes; his appetite would fade and he’d feel sick. So, no, he hadn’t eaten, and he’d lost a little weight, but not that much, he thought.

His parents hadn’t noticed anything, but then again they hardly ever did. Benign neglect, he’d seen it called on talk shows. They probably didn’t even know that Jesse was now amongst the ranks of the ‘disappeared’ of Sunnydale.

But even as he’s pondering, he’s following Spike’s orders to eat up, and when he finally refocuses he sees he’s eaten more today than he probably did last week. The sated feeling in his belly makes him pause and wonder, and before the apathy takes hold again he has to ask –

“What makes you think I wasn’t eating? You don’t know me, never met me before last night so how come you think you know so much about my life?”

Spike had watched his new pet thinking as he ate, verbally nudging him on when consumption slowed. To Spike’s delight the boy responded well to each command, and finished all the steak, the trimmings and the milk before he blinked and actually noticed what he’d done.

And now his pet is speaking, asking questions, and a tiny flare of life is in his eyes. A minute smear of blood adorns the corner of his mouth, and Spike pauses for a moment to admire the pretty images that paints in his imagination. Then he reaches out and with his thumb he wipes the smear away and brings it to his mouth and slowly licks.

“I know you haven’t eaten ‘cause your skin is almost hanging off your bones. And even if it wasn’t, I can smell the pain and misery in you. Your chemistry is off, it’s more acidic when your body has to fight itself for fuel. Much longer and your organs would have started to shut down.”

Spike knows this is exaggeration, knows the boy is hardly close to death, but also knows that if he had continued down this road he might have been. Wide eyes accept his explanation, fingers pinching skin at narrow wrist in confirmation.

“I… Thank you, for the food and all. For… caring, when you…” Xander’s voice broke. “You don’t even know me…”

“I don’t have to, Pet, you’re mine now, that’s what matters.” He waves the waiter over and turns back to place his hand on Xander’s wrist and squeeze it tight.

“Now you stay here and eat the chocolate cake I had them keep for you. Don’t leave this table, Pet, or you’ll be sorry. I’m going to find my own dessert; I’m sure you won’t approve. Stay here and wait and have another milk if you get bored.” Spike presses a violent kiss upon his boy and then is gone.



ETA: Link to previous parts is here.
 
 
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Just Mevampsarecool on July 22nd, 2004 12:59 am (UTC)
hun where are the previous chapters?
darkhavensdarkhavens on July 22nd, 2004 01:08 am (UTC)
Oopsie. I meant to add a link. I've edited the post to add the link to the previous parts in my Memories. But for you...here it is. ;o)
Kristintxrabbit on July 22nd, 2004 01:15 am (UTC)
I am really enjoying your grunefic. This is so dark and lovely. More, please!
darkhavensdarkhavens on July 22nd, 2004 01:25 am (UTC)
Thanks! There will definitely be more. :o)
(Anonymous) on July 22nd, 2004 02:31 am (UTC)
Like the Beatles sang, "It's getting better all the time". I get the impression that this takes place shortly after the first couple of Buffy eps so poor Xander doesn't know that Angel is a vampire and what about your Dru? Is she ill like the canon version? Oh the possibilities for your storyline. I can't wait until the next chapter. More more and asap.

Shakatany
darkhavensdarkhavens on July 22nd, 2004 04:39 am (UTC)
Thank you! This is about a month after episode one. You've brought up a good point about Angel. I'm going to have to check canon and decide whether or not Xander knows he's a vamp. And Dru is ill. I'm thinking a visit to Sunnydale will probably be on the cards at some point to try and get her put to rights.

Thanks for fbing! There will be more soon. ;o)
tabaquitabaqui on July 22nd, 2004 03:40 am (UTC)
WHOOOOOOOT.
Lovin' it.
Yeah, Spike's not gonna get a mindless little doll!
And poor Xan...
*pets him*
So tore up...
SOOOOO happy to see this back!!
*bounce*
darkhavensdarkhavens on July 22nd, 2004 04:02 am (UTC)
Hee! SoS was fun, but it stole at least 10 days out of my writing schedule (snickers at the idea that I have a schedule) and I'm scrambling to catch up. next on the list is another chapter of Step By Step, but if Grunge bites again I will defer to it. I daren't disagree with that muse, she scares me! ;o)

Sooo glad you're enjoying this. And you put it in your memories! ::squees madly::
tabaquitabaqui on July 22nd, 2004 04:51 am (UTC)
Dude! Hell yes, i memoried it!
*bounce*
Whatever you wanna put up is FINE by me!
I don't care, i just want FIC.
I'm trying very hard right now to write the next chapter of 'Changes' - got started late this week and i'm just... having a hard time, for some reason. Season Six SUCKS.
:)
darkhavensdarkhavens on July 22nd, 2004 05:06 am (UTC)
Season Six SUCKS.

Amen to that!

You're doing an amazing job with 'Changes', sweetie, honestly. I've been back and reread it so many times already, and every time I get competely involved in it.

::sends you nekkid Spander vibes to inspire you:: ;o)
tabaquitabaqui on July 22nd, 2004 08:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you thank you. I really appreciate it. This week's chapter is gonna have a weird little twist, hope nobody cares!
Hehe.
The whole 'i've read this more than once' thing? Totally blows me away.
*bounce*

Whooot!
*groovin' to the vibes*
darkhavensdarkhavens on July 22nd, 2004 08:55 pm (UTC)
A 'wierd little twist'? ::is intrigued::

Groove on, baybee! :g:
reddwarf75reddwarf75 on July 22nd, 2004 05:36 am (UTC)
grungefic part 4
ahhh! a favourite with a new chapter :D wanna read more, please write more?? ;)
Marie
darkhavensdarkhavens on July 22nd, 2004 05:52 am (UTC)
Re: grungefic part 4
A favourite, eh? Yay!

I can promise there will definitely be more soo. ;o)
brujabroom on July 22nd, 2004 07:58 am (UTC)
Thoroughly enjoying reading this, so glad there is a new chapter, can't wait to see where you're taking it! *g*

Thank you.

*hugs*
darkhavensdarkhavens on July 22nd, 2004 07:45 pm (UTC)
can't wait to see where you're taking it

Me either. Hee! Thanks. :o)
your royal pie-nessentrenous88 on July 22nd, 2004 12:26 pm (UTC)
You know, there's something very old skool about this pre-chip Spike and Xander to me. Cool stuff. The bit with the milk cracked me up -- Spike wants Xander to grow up to be a strong, healthy love-slave. ;) And I have no idea why I have a kink for this, but I dig that your Spike keeps calling Xander 'pretty'. Yum.
darkhavensdarkhavens on July 22nd, 2004 07:48 pm (UTC)
And I have no idea why I have a kink for this, but I dig that your Spike keeps calling Xander 'pretty'.

Oh, me too. I don't know quite where it came from, but it makes me shiver whenever he does it. ;o)

And milk is important to a growing boy. :p

Thanks!

willshenilshe on July 22nd, 2004 02:19 pm (UTC)
So dark, and gorgeous, and now I'm starving! :-D Love this fic - love it!
darkhavensdarkhavens on July 22nd, 2004 07:50 pm (UTC)
Hee! ::feeds you::

Glad you're enjoying. :o)
jimmnycricket on August 4th, 2004 11:11 pm (UTC)
1st...am loving story but have a question?
Hi. First of all let me say I do love the story so far. But what I want to ask is, do you plan to make this dark all the way. I don't like to see Xander not being a good guy and fighting evil. If u plan this where he is not on the good side by being/staying with evil Spike and Dru please tell me so I can stop reading this wonderful story so far. I don't like dark stories. I like to read of even evil vamps getting to change to good. Heck there is a lot of bad people they can drink from. Great story so far. But please warn me if Xander won't be a good guy coz sooooo not into dark fic. I love Xander, Spike and Angel(us) as good guys would even like to see Dru given that chance and being Xanders like fairy godmother...lol. Again good story. Take care. JC
darkhavensdarkhavens on August 5th, 2004 07:02 pm (UTC)
Re: 1st...am loving story but have a question?
I'm so glad you're enjoying it, and I wish I could say 'keep reading, because everything turns out fine and Xander's a through and through good guy', but I can't, because I'm really not sure. I've never written dark fic and never really expected to, but this story ambushed me. I think it will probably get quite dark before it's done, but I'm hoping for some kind of happier ending.

I'll be posting it to several mailing lists when I have a better idea of where this is going, so it will have warnings and a summary attached so people can make the decision to read or not to read.

:o)
kitty_poker1kitty_poker1 on October 4th, 2004 11:38 am (UTC)
No, it's not LJ eating comments. It's me! I've just realised I haven't fb and ... well, late is better than never. ;o)

I'm really enjoying this. Spike and Xander are both strong personalities and there's some lovely by-play between them. He grins and knows he’s in for quite a fight when his cute kitten rediscovers long lost claws. Xander is sad and weak, but I bet those claws are sharp!
darkhavensdarkhavens on October 4th, 2004 05:25 pm (UTC)
All fb is welcome, no matter how 'late', sweetie. Thank you!

Ah yes, those claws. Grunge!muse insisted on the claws, but I still have no idea whether it's a 'Kitten' thing or a 'Hyena' thing, because she wont tell me if this is set before or after a certain possession... *g*
beetle_beetle_ on January 11th, 2005 08:10 am (UTC)
but the hand still holding his tugs him along and past a cart filled with tarts and tortes and a triple chocolate cake the size of Newark, and he's lost.

Let us only hope it doesn't taste like Newark. . . . *eew-face*

The next he knows, they're sitting at a table on a terrace, and Spike has tapped a finger on his nose to bring him back.

"So, I'm guessing you like chocolate just a bit, eh, Pet? We'll have some for dessert." And then he turns and gives their order to the waiter Xander hasn't even noticed standing there. "The largest steaks you've got and make them rare, with all the trimmings, but no garlic mushrooms, luv, 'cause I'm allergic. A bottle of Jack for me; the boy'll have milk. And make sure there's a nice big slice of chocolate cake for later, keep him happy."


I wouldn't want to be someone's friggin' pet. . . . unless the someone is Spike *yet another dreamy sigh*

His parents hadn't noticed anything, but then again they hardly ever did. Benign neglect, he'd seen it called on talk shows. They probably didn't even know that Jesse was now amongst the ranks of the 'disappeared' of Sunnydale.

Man, the ranks of disappeared. . . it's amazing anyone with sense - or children to protect - stayed in that town.

I... Thank you, for the food and all. For... caring, when you..." Xander's voice broke. "You don't even know me..."

"I don't have to, Pet, you're mine now, that's what matters." He waves the waiter over and turns back to place his hand on Xander's wrist and squeeze it tight.


Oh! To be owned! This fic is slowly turning me into a sub. . . aw, what turning? This fic just drives the truth home. . .

"Now you stay here and eat the chocolate cake I had them keep for you. Don't leave this table, Pet, or you'll be sorry. I'm going to find my own dessert; I'm sure you won't approve. Stay here and wait and have another milk if you get bored." Spike presses a violent kiss upon his boy and then is gone. </b>

Now that is a Spike-exit!