Truth Denied 45/62 (original) (raw)
Title: Truth Denied 45/62
Pairings: Spander (eventually)
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... R?
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I'm done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: About five years post NFA, Xander needs a job, like, NOW! And runs into someone he knows where he'd least expect it.
Word Count: 1327 (As per Microsoft Office 2013 Word Count)
Beta: 
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by tamakin
Spike walked through empty halls, cement on one side, drywall and metal studwork on the other and entered a room, a chamber. There were construction spot lamps pointed at the altar, where large fruit and melons lay, speared by various implements and in the middle of it all was a bound Xander, whimpering helplessly.
Spike looked at him, naked, bound atop the altar as dozens of hooded and kneeling figures droned on and on. How was Spike to rescue Xander without attracting attention?
He stuck to the shadowed walls and didn’t hear anyone raise an alarm, so he assumed in this weird lighting, he was invisible. He reached the edge of the wall hanging and got under it. There was barely enough room for him against the wall, but he inched halfway down the altar, then lowered himself behind the shrine and shed the wall covering. He looked up at the bound Xander.
He reached a hand and squeezed Xander’s bound one and heard Xander gasp and pull over to look at him. Spike saw relief wash over Xander’s face before he sat back. Spike tried to unloop Xander’s binding only to find them more modern then he realized and actually locked and he forgot a knife!
He climbed on top of Xander and kneeled over him looking out, over the crowd. No one stopped them or interrupted them in any way.
Spike looked out over the room, then kneeled down and whispered in his ear, his breath hot against Xander’s neck, “I don’t think they can see or properly hear soft sounds, let’s keep quiet, yeah?”
Xander nodded quickly, understanding, not wanting to do anything to attract their attention, this was insane enough as it was, having Spike crawl all over him in front of everyone! What if Ethan came up with more of that tea!
Spike felt Xander’s heart hammering in his chest and nodded. “We’ll be careful pet, no worries,” and started to work on the locks on Xander’s wrists with his hands, trying to wrench them free of the fabric, but where they were sewn into the fabric was protected by metal and the fabric itself was thickly woven wool, his nails could do nothing against it.
Xander looked up at him pleadingly, then tugged his wrists hard, tears sprouting from his eyes out of fear. He didn’t want this, he wanted to be out, to be free, to be able to escape this place that was so very confusing and weird, he didn’t understand what they wanted! He’s been a damsel in distress before, but they’d always wanted something immediate, his death! And these people were playing with him and it was driving him nuts! If what they wanted from him was worse than death, he wanted out of here and he wanted out of here now! He whispered, “Spike, save me”
Spike leaned down, so his lips were near Xander’s ear, making Xander shiver as his warm breath cascaded down his neck and Spike’s lips almost nibbled Xander’s ear. “Know what they want Xan, we can take it away from them, then they’ll let you go.”
“W-what do they want?” Xander stammered, trying to keep his voice a whisper, instead of piercing and full of panic that he truly felt those words deserved to be.
“They need you to ejaculate in a vessel of their choosing, dunno why, but they’re pulling some hellmouth mojo and you’re a key ingredient. Well, your ingredient is a key ingredient, but it has to be your next one, if you cum and do it into or onto something else, it’s wasted and they’ll let you go and look for someone else.”
“How do I know they won’t just carve out my heart for failing and leave you another present tomorrow morning?” He whimpered, getting an erection the furthest thing from his mind.
“Only those that pass that test lose their hearts, if you fail they erase your memory and let you go, we read about them, me and Ben.”
“Where’s Ben?” Xander asked, looking around, but seeing only the shrouded demons and shadows.
“He’s making a distraction so the guards don’t come in, it’s just us,” he stroked Xander’s cheek with the back of his hand.
Xander’s breath quickened, his eyes dialated, but he shook his head. “Us and the dozen or so guys kneeling and chanting for me.”
“Ignore them pet, it’s just us, just see us…” And he leaned down to kiss him, but Xander was still full of questions.
“But why would they let us go? We’ve seen them, we know their plan, we can stop them, why would they let us go?” Xander licked his lips, an insane part of him wondered what it would feel like to lick one of Spike’s.
“Because we’re priests of Priape, we’re special, we hold a special bond to the god. That’s why they think praying with your seed will make their prayer come true.”
“But then you’re in just as much danger as I am! Soon as they see you, they’ll pounce! Or Ben! Spike we’ve walked into a trap!” Xander struggled like mad, eyes darting around for anything they could use as a weapon and all he could come up with was a candle.
“Shhhh, just need to cum together, then we’re worthless, come on Xander, we can do this, shhhh.” And Spike was kissing him again, blowing kisses along his jaw, his pulse along his neck, along his collar bone, then Xander stopped him.
“Spike, I can't, you know I can't, even if it's someone I know...” Xander whispered, darting his tongue out over his lips to moisten them.
“Even if it was to save your life? Not asking you to enjoy it, just asking you to go through with it so you live, so we live, so we can get away. Soon as you cum, they'll untie you and let you go, promise, yeah?”
“Spike, how can you know?” His chocolate eyes searched Spikes icy blue, brown? Blue eyes.
“Read Ben's scroll, yeah? Know all about them now; they're harmless, won't hurt you if you don't fit into their perfect plan. Now come on,” and he pressed his lips softly against Xander's. He felt them against his and they were thinner than in his fantasies, but that was a fantasy for you. He wished he could run his fingers through Spike's hair, feel the spike's crunch under his hand, but they were still bound.
Part of him ached to get closer to Spike, wanted him closer, closer than anyone has ever been to him before and with whatever it was that he'd lived through with Jesse, he saw how sweet it could be without his dad making everything... bad... but his dad was real and he couldn't do this, not now!
He turned his face from Spike and panted. “You know why I can't do this Spike! You of all people know why I can't do this! Especially in front of a group of people! There's got to be another way.... I know, jerk me off, I could live with that. Jerk me off.”
“N-no Xan, it has to be wasted in a vessel....”
“And I'm not a vessel? It'll be wasted on my stomach, come on, I know you can do it Spike, I trust you.” Xander looked at him and smiled a watery smile.
Spike looked at him with his jaw dropped, lips flapping, like a fish out of water as he tried to come up with something to say.
Suddenly he disappeared.
“Spike? Spike?” He started coughing, hacking, his voice rough and rusty from thirst. After a while he realized he couldn't stop coughing. That's when Ethan appeared, and offered him the bottle again, this time he drank gratefully, knowing what happened was beyond his control, but his need for water was also and Spike would never forgive him for ending up dead before he could get rescued.
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