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17 November 2004 @ 03:18 am
Grungefic 8 - at last!
Well, this took a little longer than planned, but I've finally pried the words out of Grunge!muse and got them onto the screen. txrabbit - I was right! Kissing and licking was needed, but I put them in the wrong order which took a while to sink in before I could change it round. ;o)

This chapter is for ponders_life, whose birthday it is today. Hope you had a good one, sweetie!


Author: darkhavens
Title: Grungefic (though it may get a real name one day!)
Chapter: 8/?
Previous Parts: Here
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R for violence, heard not seen, but still... oh, and a hard cock.
Email: darkhavens@slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: S1, which means Xander's very young, and he's Spike's pet.
Summary: Xander needed to mourn Jesse so I let him, and he went off and bumped into Spike who took a shine to him and decided he'd make a wonderful pet.


~~~~~


Xander's on his knees in muck, shaking as he falls from his adrenaline-fuelled high back to the world he knows, the world that's filled with shadows and with pain, and oh, he hurts. His knuckles throb, his lip is split, the socket of one eye has its own pulse that's pounding back against his brain and trying to shake loose all his teeth. Ribs and innards, skin and bone and muscle, all are aching now and Xander's trying hard to find a focus, something solid to latch onto, and then suddenly it's there.

A hand extends in silent invitation. Bone white fingers, nails as black as pitch, just hover there, inviting trust, demanding acquiescence. Xander doesn't even stop to think of other choices...


~~~~~

The trembling hand that latches onto his and holds on tight, shows Spike a trust in him he's never seen before today. This boy, this child, who's placed his hand in his, is hurting, in and out, and trusts that Spike will take the pain away. The demon crows with glee and wild delight at such pure faith, and hungers for the chance to break it down. Outwardly he smiles and holds his pugilistic puppy to his chest, all broken sobs and sniffs and shaking shoulders once again.

"There now, Pet. Don't feel so bad. You stood up for yourself, you should be proud. You won, this time; you should be feeling good, so ditch the guilt. We never asked for any bit of this, now did we, eh? Those idiots thought we were easy marks but they were wrong, and they've paid the price for picking on the weak."

Spike gives the shivering bundle in his arms one last hard squeeze, then eases back an inch or two and sighs.

"Chin up, Kitten, let's be on our way and get you clean again. We'll leave this rotten garbage where it lies."

But Xander tries, just once, to see the damage he has done, and Spike moves in again and blocks his view.

"None of that now, luv, you beat the bastard fair and square. No going back for seconds on my watch."

Indignant, Xander lifts his chin, preparing to deny, and just like that Spike's focus is elsewhere.

"Tilt your head back, Pet, so I can see what's to be done. He caught you good and proper under there." And Xander feels the pull and burn of skin sliced roughly open, as, obediently, he does what he is told.

He jumps when Spike swoops in and starts to nuzzle at the wound, that cool, wet, lapping tongue a gentle balm. A near sub-sonic rumble, not quite purr and not quite growl, soothes his nerves and dulls his troubles while it lasts. He's quietly content to stand and wait as Spike administers an odd vampiric version of first aid. He wonders why he has no fear, well, nothing more than usual. It's surprising, with a demon at his throat.

And then that clever mouth and agile tongue are at his lips, seeking out the split to lick away the blood that's almost dried. Two hands, as cold as ice on flesh too hot from nerves and battle, rise up to tangle tightly in his hair. A gentle tug brings forth a whimpering gasp and fast as lightning Spike is in, his tongue exploring every dip and curve and angle it can find.

Xander's arms creep slowly around his waist and Spike's in ecstasy. His pet is coming on in leaps and bounds. The hunger that's inside, that wants to take and take and take, is quickly lost beneath the urge to wait. Those tiny sips of blood, so freely given, burn like lava in his veins, and he has never felt their like before today. He aches to know if everything tastes sweeter when it's given as a gift, not ripped away with brutal force. He needs to know.

Spike pulls off to let his pretty drag in needed breath, and watches as dark eyes blink back their lusty, dazed expression. The cock against his thigh is hard and full, the same as his, and that's enough to put a smile upon his face.

"C'mon, Pet, time's a-wastin'! Let's get you home and clean and see what's what." And with a wink he dives back in for one brief fragile kiss, before entangling their fingers once again.

~~~~~

Once Xander's sense is back from it's impromptu short vacation, he sees that they're already on their way. The alley is just a dark smudge in the distance and already it's a dream, a shadowed nightmare that is fading, crumbling slowly into dust, until the crimson-tinted details are a blur of rusty greys.

Spike has set a pace that keeps them moving through the night, not giving either of them any time to pause. He wants them home and safe, he wants the doors locked tight behind, he wants the beauty by his side tucked in his bed. He wants the whole thing over, wants his princess fit and well, he wants to know what visions she has seen. He wants too much, he hungers for it; knows he has to wait, but patience never was his saving grace.

A sharp tug on his hand and then the sound of frantic wheezing make him stop and turn to see what's going on. His kitten doubles over, bracing hands on shaking thighs before he's drawing in great gouts of night-chilled air. Spike realises while his thoughts were racing, so was he, and this poor human had been struggling to keep up; it makes him proud.

He's glad his little jaunt last night has netted him this prize. He's always had an eye for pretty boys, mostly for Dru. But this one? This is his, his pet, his choice, and what a perfect choice it is indeed. Such eagerness to please, such blind obedience, such trust. Oh yes, his kitten's gonna do him proud.

A cigarette is lit and Spike waits patiently, for him, one booted foot tap-tapping on the ground. He's contemplating lighting up a second when that shaggy head lifts up and jerks about, in search of him?

"S...sorry, Spike. I'm sorry, I just..."

"Had to stop and breathe? I get it, Pet, you're only human after all. Can't hardly put the blame on you for that, now can I, eh?"

A muffled snort that might just be a laugh is his response, and Spike extends a hand to help the human straighten up.

~~~~~

They're halfway up the staircase when they hear the screaming start, the eardrum-piercing shriek that cuts the air. They're barely on the landing, Xander towed along by Spike, before the agonising cry becomes a moan and then is gone. A laugh, as cold as crystal, and as sharp, rings out in glee. Spike flinches at the sound and turns his back.

"You wait here in my room, Pet. Take a shower, take a nap." He opens up the door and looks inside. "Your bag's there on the bed but don't be opening it without me here to see. A little wait wont hurt you none and I insist. I have to see to Dru, she's sounding bored and that's not good, but promise me you'll stay behind this door. A minion gets a hold of you, you're vamp food, understood? I need to know you're in here, safe and sound."

A wide-eyed nervous nod greets his demands, and moments later Xander's safely in the room, the door shut tight. The holdall on the bed sends out a siren call he's helpless to resist. He has to touch this solid, oh-so-very-real reminder of the swiftly fraying fabric of his life.

Standing just outside the door, Spike hears him cross the room. He listens for a sound that never comes. The boy is on the bed, the springs squeak gently, then are still, but he doesn't pull the zipper, not one click. Spike lets out a sigh and turns to face the task at hand. His dark princess will want to play a game...

~~~~~

 
 
feeling: accomplishedaccomplished
 
I am Derek's vocal eyebrows: mk; believe [me]literati on November 17th, 2004 03:41 am (UTC)
I really love this.. well done babe!

and now.. I give you permission to go play with those sparkly balls

::smooch::
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 17th, 2004 03:45 am (UTC)
Thank you! *smooch*

I've been writing this for 12 hours, off and on. And that's only the last half of the chapter!

Sparkly balls ::drools::

But first - food!
Nebulaauthoressnebula on November 17th, 2004 03:51 am (UTC)
YAY!!! More Grungefic!!!!!! *SQUEEE!!* I'm so in love with this. Poor broken Xander, who needs to be kept and loved and adored. I think Spike'll give him that.

But Dru bored...yeah, that's not a good thing. Please, more??

~Nebula
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 17th, 2004 04:06 am (UTC)
A squee! Yay!

Please, more??

::collapses in a heap under the desk::

Mercy! I've had to fight tooth and nail for every word of this last chapter. I need a short break before I jump back in. Oh, and food. I definitely need food.

But thee will be more. I promise!
tabaqui: addictivetabaqui on November 17th, 2004 04:17 am (UTC)
Oh, first?
Yay, more Grunge!fic!
I just adore this story.
So, so much.
Now then:
Those tiny sips of blood, so freely given, burn like lava in his veins, and he has never felt their like before today. He aches to know if everything tastes sweeter when it's given as a gift, not ripped away with brutal force. He needs to know.

Oooh, yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
*snogs you hard*
Whooot!!!
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 17th, 2004 04:22 am (UTC)
Woohoo! *snogs you back*

That was my favourite part, I swear. It was one of those snippets that come out when you're not expecting it, and I read it back and did a little chair-boogie. *g*

Glad you're enjoying the wild ride. ;o)
who said what now? - tabaqui on November 17th, 2004 05:33 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on November 17th, 2004 06:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - tabaqui on November 17th, 2004 08:26 am (UTC) (Expand)
Kristin: Thumb by Saifaitxrabbit on November 17th, 2004 04:30 am (UTC)
Grungefic!!

Yea!

*off to read*
Sorry about your guitarcityphonelines on November 17th, 2004 04:39 am (UTC)
And Xander feels the pull and burn of skin sliced roughly open, as, obediently, he does what he is told.
Mmmm... obedient Xander *swoons*

I love the way this fic looks in my head when I'm reading it (did that make sense? forgive my brain, it's sleepy)
*nuzzles 'n snuggles Grunge!muse and DH*
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 17th, 2004 05:01 am (UTC)
I love the way this fic looks in my head when I'm reading it (did that make sense? forgive my brain, it's sleepy)

It has it's own rhythm, and I have to keep to the beat or it feels wrong to me, which means no tv, no music, nothing but Grunge!muse whispering in my ear when I'm writing. I'm glad it looks good to you, that means it's working. ;o)

OOh! *nuzzles and snuggles you back*
Kristintxrabbit on November 17th, 2004 04:42 am (UTC)
See! You have to lick then kiss! This was wonderful. I'm so glad that you got another chapter out! My boys are sulking. Not sure why, but they've stalled out on me. Oh well.
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 17th, 2004 05:04 am (UTC)
You could always try luring them out with something completely different. Perhaps they'd like to visit New Orleans again for a drabble or two before you sedn them back to the slavepits. *g*

Or they just need a good kick up the a$$. :P

And yes, lick then kiss. Silly boys. They could have told me sooner!

Thanks! :o)
PL: yinyang - yellow and blueponders_life on November 17th, 2004 06:01 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for the dedication, DH! (This has been one of the most memorable birthdays I can remember!)

Dru's boredom worries me a bit, but I have faith that Spike can keep Xander safe.
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 17th, 2004 06:13 am (UTC)
Dru's very poorly you see, can't be out of bed for too long, and whoever was entertaining her earlier... fell down on the job. Now it's up to Spike to calm her down and keep her sweet and I'm not entirely sure how he's going to do it, but Dru's already started talking to me about the next part so woo! *g*

I'm glad you've had a good birthday. So many delightful fics in your honour! It's cos we love you for giving so much fb and encouragement to us all. *smooch*
kitanekitane on November 17th, 2004 06:13 am (UTC)
Yay, Grungefic is back! Just so you know, I've been waiting since July to find out what's in Xander's bag. No pressure.
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 17th, 2004 06:16 am (UTC)
LOL! Jeez, July? Really? I should maybe open the bag soon then? *g*

I'm sure ytou're enjoying the anticipation. :P

Hee! Thanks.
who said what now? - kitane on November 17th, 2004 06:39 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on November 17th, 2004 06:48 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - kitane on November 17th, 2004 06:56 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on November 17th, 2004 07:05 am (UTC) (Expand)
Ame: Spikebadboy by singingllamaamejisuto on November 17th, 2004 06:13 am (UTC)
Wow.

So very glad to see this. Very sort of dark in a good way and it leaves me wanting more!
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 17th, 2004 06:16 am (UTC)
Very sort of dark in a good way and it leaves me wanting more

Ah, good to see that the plan worked. *g*

Glad you're enjoying it, sweetie. :o)
who said what now? - amejisuto on November 17th, 2004 06:31 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - darkhavens on November 17th, 2004 06:36 am (UTC) (Expand)
who said what now? - amejisuto on November 17th, 2004 12:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
the angelic vampirevampiric_mcd on November 17th, 2004 09:41 am (UTC)
ohhhh pretty words
lovely images

Spike all manipulative and sweet and Xan all submissive but getting to be his old self bit by bit.
*shivers*

more words and images please, they're so good to drown myself in.
Completely submerged, waiting for new chappies,

love, Marion
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 18th, 2004 12:05 am (UTC)
Spike all manipulative and sweet and Xan all submissive but getting to be his old self bit by bit.

Oh yes indeedy. Xander has some more grieving to do, but eventually he's going to want to take some control of his life back... Hee!

Thanks! :o)
VF: Xander nummyvampirefever on November 17th, 2004 11:05 am (UTC)
I just caught up on all the chapters in this fic and am totally hooked.

Love willing, grieving, puppy Xander and Spike's growing affection for his new pet.

::smoochies::
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 18th, 2004 12:10 am (UTC)
Thanks!

Yes, Spike is getting more attached to his new pet than he realises. ;o)
ex_kyrieane267 on November 17th, 2004 02:31 pm (UTC)
so, what exactly does your muse require to offer up more of this? cuz it only takes a few days from here to there! I read this last night, completely stunned...thought to myself, I cannot give any kind of eloquent coherent feed back on this....brain resembles mush too much...just read it again, trying to form some kind of ordered response, no good...it all comes out as
"holy freakin hell, batman! if joss had written spike like this, and played it out like this, there would be little point to the fanfic!" the essence of Spike, like he was supposed to be...all possessive and almost patient and selfish in a considerate kind of way and and and...::melts::
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 18th, 2004 12:27 am (UTC)
so, what exactly does your muse require to offer up more of this?

I wish I knew! She's a fickle ho, sometimes demanding chocllate sometimes whisky. *g*

"holy freakin hell, batman! if joss had written spike like this, and played it out like this, there would be little point to the fanfic!"

::is overwhelmed::

Thank you so much! *smooch*

the essence of Spike, like he was supposed to be...all possessive and almost patient and selfish in a considerate kind of way and and and

Yesh! *g*
(Anonymous) on November 17th, 2004 03:58 pm (UTC)
Grungefic (what else?)
Hurray! Another chapter of your wonderful fic. Now stop dribbling with drabbles and sit down with Drusilla and let her tell you her woes. I really hope to find out what's in the bag that's so important to Xander long before Xmas. This fic is really gaining a large fanbase which must be kept well fed. More soon asap.

Shakatany
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 18th, 2004 12:33 am (UTC)
Re: Grungefic (what else?)
Oh, Dru has already been whispering in my ear and making me take notes. She always insists on being quoted correctly. ;o)

As for the bag? Well, Xander is a teenage boy so dirty clothes are obviously the largest component, but there are treasures in there too. *g*

I'm very glad you're still enjoying this.
willshenilshe on November 17th, 2004 04:00 pm (UTC)
Oh, wonderfulness! I adore how visual and sensual your writing is. The tastes, the feel of skin and fabric beneath your fingers, the sights and the smells... they're all so real. This is a great piece!
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 18th, 2004 12:38 am (UTC)
Thank you! Sensual - squee!

I tend to use a lot of dialogue in a lot of my work, but this, for the moment at least, isn't really given to extended conversations, mostly because of Xander's withdrawn emotional state. There is a rather painful conversation coming up shortly though, which should be interesting. We get to hear about Jesse some more. :o)
Cloudiecatcloudiecat on November 17th, 2004 04:09 pm (UTC)
Oh joy, more Grungefic - I love this story. I worry for Xander so much and hope Spike will be gentle with him but un-chipped Spike will be un-chipped Spike and as I'm an angst lover (as well as a h/c, smutty, schmoopy, humorous, kinky Spander lover) I am hanging out for the next part of this, whatever happens.

cloudie
darkhavensdarkhavens on November 18th, 2004 12:42 am (UTC)
I'm an angst lover (as well as a h/c, smutty, schmoopy, humorous, kinky Spander lover)

Hee! me too. ;o)

un-chipped Spike will be un-chipped Spike

Amen sistah! He knows when to hurt and when to comfort, and if he ends up comforting *because* he's done the hurting thing, well, it all balances out in the end. :P