Gray
Gray
After having her world destroyed by the Winchesters, Eve wanted to rebuild her family. She claimed a soul with his own dark power and his own moral gray. He would be her champion. Hopefully. Xander just wanted to go home, preferably before the hunters Sam and Dean Winchester caught up with him.
Chapter ONE :: Chapter TWO :: Chapter THREE :: Chapters 4+5 :: Chapter SIX :: Chapter SEVEN :: Chapter EIGHT :: Chapter NINE :: Chapter TEN
And now we find the boys driving through the country annoying each other. Did you really expect anything else?
Spike pulled off onto a half-circle worn into the grass at the side of the narrow road. Xander raised an eyebrow, but given Spike’s mood, he wasn’t prepared to spit out the gag and ask any questions. The longer he’d sat silent, the more he realized that he had been trying to use jokes to avoid having to deal with the nearly overwhelming fear that would catch at him when he wasn’t careful.
Spike was right. He had a mean side. He had an absolutely cruel side. When Oz had eaten O’Toole, Xander had felt a deepset satisfaction. And yeah, O’Toole had been a zombie bad guy, but Xander hadn’t even told Oz about the kill, and Oz was his friend. And when the hyena had taken over, Xander’s sudden urge to rape Buffy had sort of been totally him. And normally he repressed that so hard that even his subconscious didn’t think about it, but it was true.
And considering that he hadn’t been alive all that long, he had a pretty long list of people he’d like to see dead.
Spike got out, and the interior light of the car came on. Xander’s patience snapped and he opened his mouth to spit out the ball gag. Or he tried. Xander’s lips stuck together, and panic started to rise as Xander squirmed and struggled to get his mouth open. All he managed to do was make his jaw sore because his lips were superglued together only without the superglue.
Xander screamed for help, the air coming out through his nose and very little sound at all following it.
“Keep your knickers on. I’ll be there in a second,” Spike said as he rattled around in the trunk.
Xander screamed again, and now Spike seemed to be ignoring him. He pulled against the rope holding his wrists, but despite Spike’s fears that Xander was going to turn into some supercharged alpha, the rope held. So instead Xander brought his foot up and started kicking at the dash.
Spike ripped the passenger side door open. “Bloody hell, I’m going to hog tie you and shove you in the trunk if you keep this up, Harris.”
Xander looked up at Spike and screamed, “I can’t open my mouth.” Between the closed lips and the ball gag, it came out more like Mm mm mmm mm mmmmmm. Spike frowned and leaned closer.
Tilting his head back, Xander tried to get Spike to really look. It took a few seconds, but Spike’s fingers traced the edges of Xander’s lips and then pressed against them. Xander blinked as the feeling of soft hands over his face made him shiver. Okay, it had definitely been too long for him in the sex department if Spike was hitting his trigger.
Spike finally stood up and considered him with pursed lips.
“Mmmmmm?” Xander demanded.
Spike vamped out, going all ridges and fangs.
Xander glared.
“Lots of demon can control their own flesh, pet. It’s not a surprising power.” With that, Spike seemed pretty unruffled. Xander though still had plenty of ruffling. He pulled at his hands and moaned loudly since moaning was about all he could do.
“Fledges get stuck in game face all the time, not that I did, mind you,” Spike said with a smirk. “I never did have a problem getting my human face back on, but Drusilla picked up a few pets along the way that would get themselves in a tizzy over trying to change back.”
“Mmmmm?” Xander had to hope that Spike could correctly translate that into a request for information on how to fix the problem. Problem-having Xander knew well. Problem-fixing was a little harder.
Spike tilted his head and considered him. “I could chain you up and whip you until you change back, or in your case, open your mouth.”
All the blood left Xander’s face.
“Or I could just wait it out. You’ll change back eventually.” Reaching down, Spike pulled the end of the rope free from the car.
“Mmmmm.”
“Nope, those are about the only choices. Right then, if you want to go with the first choice, strip off those jeans and lean over the car. I’ll give you a whipping that will bring you to heel and get that mouth open.”
Xander glared at Spike.
“That’s what I thought.” Spike pulled Xander out of the car by the rope before winding it around his hand several times. This was hell. This was hell and he was in it. Xander knew all the shitty things he’d done in his life, but he didn’t think he deserved this.
With his other hand, Spike picked up a metal bucket and started across the low ditch that separated the road from the barbed wire fence. Xander wanted to know what the hell they were doing, but clearly Eve hadn’t given him the psychic powers upgrade so he was left trailing after Spike. The stupid bleached one was probably enjoying this.
Scratch that. He was definitely enjoying this. Xander grunted his annoyance.
Spike stopped at the barbed wire and put the bucket down.
"So then, here's the deal, pet. You're going to practice feeding without killing anyone."
Xander tried to pull back. He was not interested in feeding on anyone, but Spike used the rope leash to jerk him back. Xander complained, but with the gag in his mouth, he couldn't do more than grunt a few times.
Spike pulled him close and then looped the rope around Xander's waist before threading the end between Xander's wrists. "So, here's how it works. You're going to practice, and if I think you're not stopping in time, I'll give your leash a good hard tug."
Spike demonstrated by jerking the leash. The rope slid between his wrists, tightened around his waist, and pulled his hands into his stomach. The second Xander got his mouth open, he was cursing Spike out with every bad word he knew, and he’d learned a lot of bad words in Africa.
“So, let’s see if we can’t get you some practice,” Spike said as he picked up the metal bucket and started shaking it. It made a soft rattling noise and one of the cows made a low call into the night.
Xander’s eyes got big. Oh no. He was not sucking lifeforce from cows. When Xander tried to back away, Spike sidestepped into his space so Xander ended up back to chest with him.
“I’ve seen you shove three hamburgers in that gob of yours in under ten minutes, so I know you don’t have any objections to having cows die in service to your appetite. But remember, this time, the goal is to feed without killing ‘em.”
Xander wanted to point out that he never looked his hamburgers in the eyes when they still had eyes, but Spike was shaking that pail and using his body to herd Xander closer to the fence. Yeah, Spike kept talking alph-this and alph-that. But as far as Xander could see, he was still getting-shoved-around boy. Not much had changed.
“Right then, you focus on that hunger you have in your belly for something more than food,” Spike suggested as the dark shadows of cows started to press close.”
“Mmmmm.”
“Articulate as ever, luv.”
Xander growled.
“Right then, we’re going to be here until you get to practicing, so get started.”
Xander sighed. He’d try getting stubborn, only Spike had always been able to out-stubborn him. He looked at the cows with a faint sense of disgust. Great. He was a cow killing monster. This was disgusting and embarrassing.
However, Xander had to admit there was a spark of something hot and hungry in his belly. It was like when he had a really bad Twinkie craving. Now that Xander had noticed the hunger, it grew until Xander whined in pain. His belly felt like it was turning inside out.
“The animals are right there,” Spike said as he stood at Xander’s back. Xander reached up with his tied hands and grabbed the wire between the little sharp barbs. Spike leaned forward and put the bucket of grain right beside the fence, and the cows started shoving at each other with their huge shoulders. A cow stuck her large brown head through the strands of barb wire and stuck her head in the bucket with a snort.
Xander reached out and let his fingers brush across her ear. She immediately stilled, and Xander could feel the warmth travel up his arm. It was like standing in chocolate. Warm chocolate sliding over him. Only his skin could taste every bit of rich, creamy chocolate as it ran over his body. Xander let his eyes close, but without warning, something punched him in the gut and the chocolate was ripped away.
Xander tried to curse through the gag, and it took him a second to realize he’d actually punched himself in the stomach because Spike had pulled the leash so hard. Bastard.
“The goal is to learn how to stop, ya gormless plonker.”
Spike was really pissed if he was pulling out those insults. Usually he stuck with prat and pillcock and a bunch of other words that Giles said way quieter. However, Xander couldn’t exactly apologize or even explain why he whole feeding thing was so damn good. Too good. This was a monumentally bad idea because Xander was way safer never feeding on anything except pizza and Twinkies.
However, Spike didn’t give him a choice. He uprighted the bucket that the cow had tipped over when Xander had finally broken contact. Soon enough, another cow stuck her head through, and Spike forced him to the fence. They repeated the whole feeding and jerking back over and over and over until Xander stomach was a massive bruise. However, as the gray of false dawn first started appearing, Xander had learned to force himself to pull back, even when he had that chocolate power dripping over his fingers.
“Right then, that’s good enough for tonight. We’re staying in a house right up the road, so let’s pack up,” Spike announced. He took the bucket and flung the last bits of grain out into the pasture with the shell-shocked cows.
“You’ve right ruined them for milking for the next few days. Some farmer John is going to be put out,” Spike observed. “And you’re overflowing with power that’s got nowhere to go. As much as you annoy me, I’d rather not have you explode into tiny little pieces of meat and bone.”
Xander jerked and tried to turn around to face Spike. He was joking. He had to be joking. And yeah, Xander felt a little shaky and hyped up on sugar-like a dozen Halloween nights all at once hyped up-but exploding was out of the question. Right? Xander was desperate to ask, but he couldn’t. Worse, Spike wrapped an arm around Xander’s waist and wouldn’t let him turn.
“This is to keep something bad from happening, understand?” Spike asked. Xander rolled his eyes. Exactly what did Spike expect him to say when he couldn’t say anything?
Xander was so distracted with annoyance that he didn’t catch Spike’s meaning until teeth slid into his neck.
Shock.
Fury.
And then the warm slide of blood and the feel of a strong body holding him. Xander squirmed as the feeling of Spike’s teeth sunk into his flesh turned into something erotic. Feeding was chocolate running down his body, but this… this was strawberries and lemonade and tart candies that exploded. Xander started sucking air in through his nose as his cock got harder and harder.
Still, Spike fed with obscene sounds that sent shivers through Xander’s body. By the time Spike stopped, Xander was lightheaded. He needed Spike’s arm around him to keep his sense of balance. However, his cock was humiliatingly hard, and he brought his hands down to hide it.
“Natural reaction, that. When demons feed off each other, it just happens.” Spike cleared his throat, and Xander was almost sure that he was adjusting his own jeans. This was beyond mortifying.
“So let’s head to the house where we’re staying.” Spike grabbed the bucket and led Xander back up toward the car.
Xander’s feet felt like concrete, and when Spike got him into the passenger side, he collapsed into the seat, too tired to even care that Spike retied the end of the rope to the underside of his seat. Nope. Xander was too busy hiding his giant boner.
The universe just loved to humiliate him.
And if he ever found Eve again, he was going to… Xander sighed and admitted to himself he was going to run like hell, and this time he was going to keep running no matter what. This whole being an alpha thing was not all that much fun.