Title: Leather And Lace
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Pairing: Xander/Spike
Rating: Mature Audiences – for content and themes
Summary: Illyria took her Pet as the demons closed in, but it was not a match made in heaven. Somehow an old friend found him. Given time, they might both just might rescue each other.
Spoilers: Canon is Post S7 BtVS and S5 AtS.
Warnings: M/M – if you don't like boys together, don't play here!
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters nor make any money from stories etc, and bow down to their original creators Joss, et al., plus all the wonderful online writers who continue to give the Buffy/Angel verse characters life.
Dedicated to tempestsreach who inspired the story and deserves all the hugs that one could provide.
Part 9
Xander felt the return of his captor and his cocoon being lifted to her – it could mean only one thing. He sent a desperate prayer to his beautiful vampire and bade him goodbye, thankful for the time they had, and mentally apologizing for all the things he had done wrong… or not done. But he was quietly thankful that now he would not have to endure the wait any more.
Had he been more 'alive', he might have embarrassed himself as he was embraced by the prickly arms, but was so dehydrated that only a tiny drip of urine marked his final terror as he waited for the fangs to descend. Instead of fangs however, his worst nightmare manifested. She lifted him higher, pushing him against her abdomen and angled her body in an odd way. It was followed by an agonizing sting to his abdomen.
He knew what was happening. He was to be baby spider food. Two tears and a soundless cry of pain were the only indication of his terror before he passed out and her eggs were pumped into his inert and already over stressed form.
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Spike was still on his knees as he received the terrifying and inexplicable sensation that Xander was bidding him a final goodbye… but then it was followed by more agony. He folded down, keened and rocked with grief. He knew without a doubt, he had been too slow, too late, too weak! Xander was dying.
And that was the scene the two very different beings found, as they stepped from their prospective realms…. one from a planar rift created by the call, and the old one from a dimensional portal answering the call triggered by her pet's collar and the favored one's extreme distress .
Spike scrambled behind the couch as the blinding light emerged but then answered the call of his Goddess Illyria, again in the form of Fred. He crawled across the floor as he had been trained to do and prostrated himself at her feet. She rewarded him by gently turning him onto his back and with a hand that swiftly morphed into one of her more natural fronds, she pushed into his mouth, and he began to suckle. She straddled him as he took comfort, and gently ground her pelvis against his ever burgeoning erection while he fed.
The familiar actions were now, as they had been then, a relief from the grief, and he calmed a little. But her body kept moving and she stroked his collar with her still human hand as he suckled, so despite his distress, he came hard. She rejoiced as her dear pet released, and continued to feed on a fluid that embodied her joy at seeing him physically recovered and her protectiveness. He would not want for assistance.
She had noted his healthy state and felt his angst as she entered his dimension – and was also aware of who had caused it. She was even more determined to assist the mortal who had nursed her cherished possession back to fitness. She had not been wrong with entrusting her pet to that one. She caressed the collar again.
Spike slowly rolled over onto his belly, and attempted to push up, but instead found himself lifted in an iron embrace and held like a small child in the diminutive lap of the Fred/Illyria persona.
The glowing white figure finally spoke. "Old One, we understand that you have taken this… vampire as a pet."
Illyria cocked her head to the side, enormous blue eyes staring at the being, "He amused me, and was fierce in battle. He was pleasing to my eyes and responded well. He is a half breed, but is responsive to training as you see. I would keep him but my dimension is not for him. He was a fine pet and I wish to help him as I do intend (from time to time) to visit his realm. But for now his carer is in peril. The Wolf, the Ram and the Hart are at the nub of the problem, that is obvious. Are you here too assist?"
The white figure paused for a moment then nodded, "I am aware of William the Bloody's history, and that of his friend Alexander Lavelle Harris. The former William, Spike is the only vampire to first fight for the greater good because of connections with humans; to seek out the soul and fight for it; to survive the transition then give up his own existence for the greater good; return and do it again! Why, on any plane, would you not think us interested in these beings?" The glowing figure moved to where Spike could also see her, then delivered its final message.
"I can deliver him, but you must be strong. He will need to be turned, as he has been violated by his captor and carries her eggs. Ridding him of those will result in his death, thus your soul should be placated, his life is forfeit regardless of your actions. Should you choose to turn him, we will grant you his soul… as an acknowledgement of your services to us." The glowing figure then turned to Illyria.
"Old one, we ask that you rain vengeance upon the Wolf, the Ram, and the Hart – at least those that are deserving of it. We give you our protection in this process, and, if needed, we shall arrange the release of another of your choice from The Deeper Well. There is a particular threat that must be dealt with, one Lilah Morgan – she and her section of the LA branch must be eliminated for the sake of balance.
"We are aware that she has violated many, even within her own organization, so your input might be… merely one of 'admiral'.
"We will deal with the Senior Partners of the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart. We are the counterbalance. And we acknowledge your assistance Old One. This is a joining of primal forces and we appreciate your willingness to cooperate. We recognize and endorse your reign in return."
Illyria had been caressing her pet throughout the speech, but finally pulled her frond from the now semiconscious, Spike's mouth, stripped him of his lower clothing and began to caress his nether regions with intent.
She was still essentially in her "Blue Fred" form, so addressed the representative of the Higher Power. "I acknowledge your power, and grieve for your lost champions, and for my pet.
"It is an imperative that we restore them to their partnership, as I wish to enjoy him again in the future. The human's status is of little relevance, but I acknowledge his efforts. I also know that my pet enjoys his carer's original nature. He may have only been a lower being so should thank the vampire for raising him to a half breed, his soul will make his nature more… affectionate… as is consistent with the human species." Illyria stroked over her beloved's nether regions and smiled knowingly as his member responded. Spike was riding high on her fluids and arched into her touch.
Illyria continued to speak and stroke as she snapped a classic cockring onto her pet in full view of the higher being. "I gather you will deliver him? It seems his state is most precarious. And I wish to deal with the violators of my property's keeper."
The glowing being simply nodded and asked, "Whom would you wish released?"
Illyria cocked her head sideways, stilled in her ministrations of her pet, then dropped her tone to a frighteningly cold base, beyond any the former Fred might have managed, "Jaquin".
The blue figure continued to pleasure the pale figure in her arms, probing Spike and bringing him to completion almost as an after thought while the Higher Being spoke.
"It will be done as you request, restore your charge and we will return his protector from Arach's lair. Jaquin will have three days to complete his task, then we will release him to his own dimension. We will not forget your willingness to assist Mighty Illyria."
Illyria looked directly at the being and felt… moved… "And for that I am… grateful."
She gently released her now sated Pet, placing him gently on the lounge. Spike was aware of his vulnerable state but could not care. The mistress had entered him and brought him to completion just as the glowing being smiled, nodded and promptly disappeared.
Spike lay quietly, his nether regions, stomach and thighs still being stroked lovingly by her frond, as she spoke of his new role. "You are to sire a new half breed my pet. Your protector will not survive otherwise. Do you understand? Your human protector is dying, you must turn him. Then we will smite those who dared to violate the savior of my property. Jaquin is a fine choice for such a task."
Spike was still only semiconscious but nodded mutely.
"I will return to you from time to time, my dear pet, but time moves differently in our dimensions so you must be brave. You and your childe may not see me for many decades. It will require you to be strong. I wish you to do this for me. Be well and strong until I return."
Spike simply nodded again, then spoke, but was still disorientated from the frond and his recent pleasuring, "Missed you so much Mistress… When?... And Xan?... I um… how?"
Illyria's frond moved into the human hand form again and stroked the side of Spike's face adoringly. "Oh my dear Pet. All will be answered shortly – but now I must take my leave." She kissed him firmly on the lips before standing and slipping into the portal that opened mere inches from the lounge suite.
She turned just in time to see the enormous prey mantis like figure of Jaquin manifest on the other side of the room, holding a human figure in his grasp and lowering his jaws to bite down into an oddly bulging abdomen. Her last words to a horrified Spike were, "Fear not Pet. All will be well."
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Xander had felt himself plucked from his place on the web then, through the haze of web covering his eyes, caught a glimpse of his 'rescuer'. Had he been capable he might have screamed, but as it was he simply accepted. His death might prove swift after all.
It was only as an odd spinning feeling marking a shift of place – or portal travel - and then his bindings were removed by careful incisors, that Xander wondered if he might be in the hands of a savior. He could feel the burgeoning bulge inside his abdomen, and registered pain as the small creatures began to break free to feed, but he was too dry to cry or speak, hoping his rescuer knew the problem. Instead he was aware enough to register the enormous being holding him tight as it plunged its huge jaws into his side and began cleaning out the 'brood'. Xander passed out instantly with the pain.
Spike was barely consciousness also as he felt Xander's inert, bleeding form being laid carefully in his lap by hooked blue green legs.
He looked up and assumed the rescuer to be the Jaquin Illyria had spoken of. He smiled weakly and thanked the original demon. The enormous insect like creature simply nodded, then took his leave.
Spike could hear it, Xander was within seconds of death as the gaping wound in the human savior's side bled out.
Spike scrambled to place his friend down on the floor, squashing the form of a half formed fist sized spider as he did so (apparently a survivor that had not been consumed by Jaquin as he rid the body of infestation).
Spike's demon came to the fore as Xander's blood assaulted his senses.
He could hear the heart faltering. He swiftly opened his wrist and pushed it to the chapped lips as he began to lap up the precious blood flowing from his friend's side. When no sucking was evident he began to massage the neck so the fluid might still flow and felt the response. Xander was still deeply unconscious and on the way to death but his body responded enough.
The breathing ceased and a minute or so later, the fluttering heartbeat finally failed. Within seconds, and true to their word, a flash occurred and Spike's newly made, yet to rise childe had a soul.
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Some time later that evening, the shell of an unfortunate security guard now containing a different essence, moved from his van in the underground carpark to the lobby of Wolfram and Hart. He took over the shift, then began to plan the assault.
Jaqiun was 'in'.