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Title: New Order Part 8/41 (and counting)
Author: Jasonsnene
Rating: NC17
Characters: Spike, Angel, Xander (others later)
Warnings: M/M, M/M/M, Torture, BDSM, N/C, probably others.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters associated with this story and don't make any money from it.
Summary: Angel's world changed after the final battle. He and Spike still work to save L.A. but when Xander is the one who needs to be saved, how will their world be impacted.
Feedback: Keeps me encouraged to add more
This fic has not been betad.
Previous parts here
Angel pushed through the door to his and Spike’s rooms and headed directly for the bed with Xander. Spike turned towards the bathroom and returned moments later with several wet cloths and their first aid kit.
Angel unwrapped Xander from Spike’s duster and smiled softly as he held the garment out towards his childe. The fact that Spike used his precious coat to shield Xander spoke volumes to Angel. Spike held deep affection for this man they both stood over.
From the front, Xander’s injuries didn’t appear serious but Angel knew from the vision that the worst would be on his other side. He and Spike gently rolled Xander over and although he let out a whimper of pain, he did not regain consciousness. Angel made a sound of distress when he saw first hand the whip marks on Xander’s back, buttocks and thighs. Xander’s beating was worse than what he remembered from the vision.
Angel noticed the worst of the injuries then and flashed to his vampire face at the sight of Xander’s entrance. The hole was torn and bloody and blood still flowed slowly from inside Xander’s body.
Angel looked to Spike, questioning his childe without speaking. Spike pulled the phallus from the back pocket of his jeans. “One of ‘em pulled this out of him right when I got there. Stopped it from sticking anything else in its place by ripping the thing from its body.”
Angel nodded his approval and leaned closer to try to see the extent of the injury. “He’s not too badly torn. It looks worse because of all the blood. He shouldn’t need stitches but I’m worried that it’s still bleeding.”
Spike agreed. His quick check of Xander at the warehouse brought him to the same conclusion. “Sire, we really need to do something to take care of this. Don’t really want him waking up in all this pain.” He glanced at his Sire, hoping he would take the hint.
Angel thought over Spike’s request, considering it carefully. “Are you sure we should do that? He will heal on his own and I hate the thought of violating him further.” As much as Angel wanted Xander to be without pain, he wasn’t sure the man would like how vampires healed wounds.
Spike shrugged but spoke his mind as Angel expected. “Would rather take the chance of healing him up some while he’s out of it. It’ll make it easier on him when he comes around.” Spike didn’t want Xander to feel the pain of so many wounds when he had the ability to help.
Angel agreed and motioned to Spike to move Xander’s body into a more accessible position. Spike placed a small pillow from the bed under Xander’s hips and raised them up to allow easier access. He then gently spread Xander’s legs, just slightly so that Angel could heal the most damaged area. His Sire’s blood was better than his for such deep wounds.
Angel bit into his wrist and let the blood trickle into Xander’s already bloody entrance. His knew his blood was powerful and would aid in the healing process, but it was still hard for him to work in the damaged area. His saliva would heal Xander as well and he leaned in to lightly lave the injured hole with his tongue.
Spike began to lightly lick the whip marks that striped Xander’s back. Although his saliva wasn’t as powerful as Angel’s, Spike wanted to do his part to make the whelp better. He knew that laving the wounds wound help them heal faster and Spike wanted more than anything to see Xander whole again.
Both vampires were enraptured by Xander’s taste. His blood was perfect and both began to feel buzzed from the small amount that they ingested while healing his wounds. Sire and Childe shared a glance filled with wonder as they continued their ministrations. They were eager to return to the wounds for another taste.
Spike concentrated on Xander’s back and the torn skin on his wrists from the restraints. Angel focused on the damaged entrance and the wounds to his buttocks and upper thighs. By the time they were finished, both vampires were giddy from the strength of Xander’s blood. At least now they knew why he was a demon magnet. His taste was intoxicating.
Xander always smelled good to the vampires but neither dared to sample the goods. Spike assumed the smell was picked up from his association with the slayer and the other powerful humans he was surrounded by. The boy was surrounded by other powerful humans and power was always tasty to Spike.
Angel associated the scent with the combination of fear and arousal that always surrounded Xander as a teenager. Now both vampires were rethinking their original theories and wondered what exactly it was about him because there was indeed something special about Xander’s blood.
If their current states were any clue, there was something very special flowing through his veins. Both vampires were feeling more powerful, more aroused, and more sated than from ordinary human blood.
Angel and Spike moved away from the still unconscious man and were grateful that he stayed out during their treatment. Neither was sure how Xander would feel about having vampire blood dripped into his wound and vampire saliva licked over the rest of his injuries. Angel worried about his reaction to the treatment of one area in particular.
They quietly covered Xander with a blanket and moved away from the bed. Angel moved towards Spike and wrapped his arms around his childe. “Thank you for bringing him here. I am so proud of you, my childe.” He knew he didn’t praise Spike enough and that the younger vampire craved the praise as much as he yearned to be punished by his Sire.
Spike moved deeper into Angel’s embrace. He knew the words were the highest of praise from Angel. “No thanks needed Sire. The whelp’s one of ours. We protect what’s ours at any cost. One of the first lessons you taught me.”
At his words, Angel turned Spike and kissed him. Their lips tangled with each other and Spike opened his mouth for his Sire’s seeking tongue. They kissed each other deeply for minutes, tasting each other and the traces of Xander’s blood that remained in their mouths.
Angel moved Spike towards the chaise at the opposite side of the room. Spike often teased Angel about the general “poofiness” of the chair but Angel liked to lounge in it and read. Now it would serve as another way to help Angel relax.
When Spike’s knees hit the edge, he spread his legs, straddled the piece and laid himself back onto the chair. He lifted his arms above his head and crossed them in a pose of submission that he knew his Sire would love.
Angel moved forward towards Spike and knelt in front of him on the chaise. He kissed his childe again and gently lowered his body on top of his childe’s. He raised one arm above Spike’s head to grasp the wrists that were laying there waiting for him. His other hand he used to stroke up and down Spike’s side as he continued their kiss. Both vamps were hard and Angel pressed his erection down into Spike’s and moved his hips so that they rubbed together through the clothing that separated their flesh.
“Spike,” Angel murmured as he raised his lips slightly from his childe’s, “I need you.”
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Excellent chapter again, honey... and damn hot ;)
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I was starting to think no one was going to comment on this chapter. I'm such a comment junkie. LOL
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*Grins*