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I apologize for the wait on this part, I've been quite busy, got myself re-addicted to EQ2, and went through a bad case of writer's block. So here's the next part and I have to warn you, there's a good chunk of torture in this chapter, you'll see when you get there. I have 2 parts of 'Little Soul' that haven't been proof read but I'm going to post them within the next couple of days.

Xander was bored, very bored, and there was nothing he could do about it. Spike refused to let him go play with Buffy anymore. She was still 'mourning' his loss, his betrayal. She was upset and he wanted to exploit that, of course with two over protective sires they would have nothing of that. Especially Spike, he wanted to keep Xander all to himself, locked away and safe from the horrors of the outside world. He was frustrated, bored, and a little upset at being kept away from everything; of course the fact that they were so possessive made a definite part of him happy. The part of him that craved his sire's attention, whatever the cost, and would do anything to get it; he knew that Spike was waiting for him, wanted to spend some time with his 'nummy treat' as he called him the other day.

"Pet! Get your arse in here!" Spike shouted from the other room.

Xander rolled his eyes, stretching as he made his way into the other room, "What do you want?" He questioned, yawning. An indignant yelp escaped his lips as Spike pulled him around the corner, "Wha-?" He was silenced by a pair of hungry lips devouring his own. He moaned into the kiss, pressing tight against his sire's body, "Sire." He panted, pulling back.

"Good pet." He purred, "What's with the distance though, hmm? Don't want to be around us anymore?"

He shook his head in response, "No, not at all, I'm just bored, you won't let me go out at all."

He shrugged, "We've got our reasons pet. You just have to be patient."

A low whine escaped Xander's lips, "I'm tried of being patient. It's been nearly a month since Buffy found out the truth and you haven't let me out since, unless it's to hunt and I'm under watch by you or Angelus."

"Behave yourself pet, be patient. You'll see, we have everything under control." He stroked his hair back, kissing him again softly, "You'll live."

He pouted, pressing close against him, "I'm going to die." He whimpered.

Spike burst into laughter, "No, no, you're not going to die pretty pet."

"But Spike, I want to go out! I want to have some fun!"

"No fun for naughty pets." He paused, "Although there is always…" He trailed off.

"Always what?" He looked up at him hopefully.

Spike chuckled, "There's a little prize that Angelus collected out in the foyer."

He wiggled out of Spike's arms and made his way out into the main room. A young man, a very familiar young man, was hanging from the ceiling. This was the very one who picked on him in high school.

"Well, hey now, hey Larry." He smirked, approaching the hanging jock.

"Xander, hey." He laughed nervously, "Can you, umm, get me down?"

"I'm not sure if I want to or not. I mean, you look so comfy hanging there." He paused, "I mean, we could make a game out of this."

He struggled a bit, "Come on Xander, this isn't funny."

Spike came up behind him and Larry struggled harder, "You! Come on, Xander, man, come on, get me out of here."

Xander raised an eyebrow, leaning against Spike, "Well, after what you did to me through high school before I disappeared? No, I don't think so. I'm happy right here, with you hanging in our living room."

"Y-You live here?" He nearly squeaked.

Spike snorted, "Well, yeah."

"Can I play with him?" Xander asked softly, giving Spike the most innocent and adorable look he could muster.

He chuckled, "Well, I'm not sure, I suppose you could a little bit, don't hurt him too much though, want to keep him around for a bit."

Slowly the younger vampire approached the hanging teen, "So…Larry…what do you think I should do with you?" He circled him slowly, watching him jerk away as Xander came close, nearly brushing against him.

"This isn't funny!" He jerked at the chains holding him, "Come on Xander, you've had your laugh!"

He snapped his teeth next to the struggling teen's ear, letting them click together menacingly, "Sire, can I play with one of the whips?" He purred.

"Course pet, why would I deny you?"

He smiled, "Would you get it for me?"

Spike chuckled, moving to the side of the room and picking up a thick bullwhip, "Ever used one of these pet?" When Xander shook his head he came up behind him, "Hold it like this." He put it in his hand, adjusting his grip, "Ok, now, the best way to do this is to bring it back than snap it forward, try to avoid hitting yourself." He stepped back, watching as Xander brought the whip back, "Oi, pet! You're a natural!" He purred, the whip slicing into the jock's shirt, splitting the fabric and leaving an angry red mark in its wake.

Spike watched with glee as Xander brought the whip down again and again, crisscrossing his back with angry welts and finally open wounds. Xander laughed, snapping it against one of the already open wounds, wringing a scream from his lips.

"Larry, Larry, I had no idea that you could sing." He stretched the leather between his hands, "Let's see how high you can go." He purred, snapping it down harder then before, putting all his strength behind it, blood pouring down Larry's back, soaking into his shirt and pants.

"That's enough pet." Spike grabbed his wrist as he was about to strike again, "Boy's about the pass out from shock." His words earned him a pout, "Don't look at me like that, Angelus' would have our hides if he died yet."

"He's right childe." Angelus walked towards them, slowly circling the now sobbing teen, "You did a good job, I'm impressed." Larry jerked away from him, whimpering, "Of course I have plans for him." He smiled wickedly, "Plans I'm sure you won't enjoy." He spoke directly to the hanging young man before looking at Xander and Spike, "But we will." He purred, slowly picking up a wickedly curved dagger, "We definitely will enjoy this." His tongue flicked out against the blade before he laid it against the teen's cheek, "You struggle you'll cut yourself."

Xander was practically bouncing as he watched the elder vampire start to work. A thin trickle of blood slid from where the point of the blade rested against Larry's cheek. Angelus purred as he struggled more, the wound growing. Xander licked his lips, purring lowly as he gazed at the flowing blood. Spike smirked, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him back against him.

Spike purred in his ear, "Sire's a peach, isn't he?"

Xander purred lowly as Angelus slid the, now slick with blood, blade down his cheek, making a fine, thin wound before lapping the blood from the blade, "You don't taste too bad boy." With practiced ease he twirled the blade, driving it through his shoulder. Larry screamed, loud and long as blood pooled around the dagger, dripping downward, "Scream for me boy." He purred, twisting the blade, wringing another keening scream from his lips, "I love it when they do that." He laughed, jerking it out sharply, the blood that had been stopped by the knife gushed freely from the twisted wound.

Larry was shaking, his eyes rolling back, "Aww, already going into shock." Xander pouted.

Angelus growled, back handing him, "I hate when they do that, demons and vampires are so much more fun to torture, takes them longer to die."

Tears streamed down the jock's face, he had wet himself because of fear and pain, "You're pathetic." Xander sneered, "Big, scary, bully is nothing but a wuss."

Larry sobbed, the shock of being slapped breaking through his body's defenses, "P-please." He shook, the flow of blood abating a bit, "I-I don't w-want to die."

Spike let out a bark of laughter, "Sorry mate, we all die sometime."

"It's not even a fatal wound, you might still live." Angelus smirked, "How about I," He motioned the blade toward his left eye, "pop it out." His words wrung a whimper from the teen's lips, "Of course, I could cut it off too but that might kill you." He slowly moved the tip of the dagger down his chest, purring softly, "You're not quite dead yet, not quite to the point where I will even let you die."

Xander licked his lips, moving forward, "Sire, can I play?" He purred.

Angelus purred, placing the bloody blade in Xander's hand, "Of course." He paused, "Why don't you mar that pretty, little face?"

The young vampire slowly drew the weapon down his cheek, splitting the skin beneath metal. Larry whimpered as Xander brought it back up, moving towards his eye, blood trickled down his face, tears stung the fresh wounds as he sobbed in pain, pleaded for life. Angelus cooed to Larry mockingly, pressing against him from behind. He screamed as the tip poked the side of his eye. The moment the blade slid a little deeper he passed out and Xander pouted, pulling it back.

"Spoil sport."

Spike licked his cheek, "Poor baby. You're just going to have to wait until he wakes up."

"If he wakes up." Angelus replied, "He could have locked himself back in his mind or he might die of shock."

"Bored again." Xander continued to pout, leaning against Spike.

Angelus chuckled, "I think it's time for us to play with the Slayer and her friends again, it's about time for her to kick the bucket then we can go take care of Faith. Don't you think we need a new Slayer?"

"Aye." Spike wrapped his arms around Xander's waist, "It's getting late though, we'll have to start tomorrow."

"Come up with some ideas and we'll discuss them tomorrow, for now get some sleep, we'll see if our toy is awake by then or if he's met his final end."

Spike and Xander nodded, the elder vampire pulling the youth into their room. Angelus followed after, shaking his head as he watched the pair. He loved his childer, he adored the time that they had already spent together, and he knew that he would never let either of them go. He stood in the doorway as Spike and Xander stripped before curling up in bed, snuggled against each other. A brief smile made its home on his face before he stripped and joined them, curling behind Spike, wrapping his arms around the pair. With a contented sigh they feel asleep, at ease in each other's company.