~The Fall~

~Chapter Four:~
~Fall from Control~

Spike nodded to the bouncer outside the door to the very same club that they'd come to the night before. Tonight was the night Spike would finally be rid of the chip in his brain, keeping him from properly feeding himself. Xander followed behind Spike, in some of the new clothes that the girl, Serina, had picked up for him. He had on a silk light brown top, and brown leather pants, the coloring going perfectly with Xander's eyes.

Once again Xander wore the cuffs and collar that he'd picked out, the only difference was underneath his clothes he wore the harness that held in the butt plug that Spike had put there before they left the basement and the cock ring that kept his genitals tied in the right position. Xander figured it was deliberate, wanting to show off the impressive package he had. Xander couldn't be too upset at that, he did have a nice package and if Spike wanted to show off his boy, then Xander would have to go along with it. Not that he had much of a choice to begin with.

Taking a seat, at the same couch they had occupied the night before, Xander fell to his knees easily beside Spike. Leaning his head against Spike's thigh, the vampire's hand descended into his dark hair and started to rub appreciatively. "You learn quick pet, bet every demon in here is jealous of me an what I got."

Xander looked up at Spike curiously, "Master?"

Spike grinned, "It's your little rep for being the slayer's lapdog. Any demon would give an arm an a leg… an a tentacle to own something that the slayer use to. But don't you worry about being in danger luv, you see because your so obedient to me like this actually ensures your safety. It shows that I'm strong enough to defy the slayer an bring you to heal so no one would ever think to touch you, lest they earn my wrath…" Spike added a snarl for good measure; even in his human guise it looked menacing.

"Yes, Master Spike." Xander leaned his head against Spike's thigh again, letting the information sink in. It was that he was so obedient to Spike that earned his safety from all these demons here. However, he still reassured himself by touching the hilt of the blades Spike had given him. If anything ever happened he was at least protected by those.

The two blades that set beneath his clothing, in separate sheaths, were two identical blades. One was made of pure silver and the other of iron. Both were good against particular demons, but if his memory of which ones ever failed he'd always remember the one rule Spike had drilled into his head, go for the head. Severing the head from the body worked on nearly all demons.

As for the blade's design it was far from simple. Both were identical, just different colored as per the material they were made of. Both had Celtic symbols carved into the hilts and the blades, a winding design that Spike said was a protection charm carved into the knives. The spell also hardened the blades, to ensure they would never need to be sharpened.

"Master Spike, when did you say that demon would be here to fry your chip?" Xander asked as he sat there, watching different demons walk by and eye him.

"I'm not sure when she'll be here, pet. But they said that she should be here around midnight. Might as well just settle in for a wait." Spike looked around a moment the nudged Xander's head with his thigh where the dark head lay. "Why don't you go get us a drink then pet? Jack Daniels for me, get whatever you want for yourself." Spike ordered, then took a few bills out of his wallet and handed them to Xander.

Xander took the money offered and got up after Spike had unhooked his leash. The demons all watched as Spike let his pet go to do his bidding, all of them figuring that Spike must trust his training and his power over the boy that he would do his bidding without question. Little did they know it was actually mutual respect that propelled the boy to do as Spike asked.

Xander got up to the bar and waited as the other demons ordered. The same female Kyrall demon was there taking orders. She smiled at Xander as she nodded to him to take his order. "So, master finally let you off the leash to do the run around jobs for him?"

"Yes, ma'am." He replied respectfully. "Glass of JD and a Mikes Hard Lemonade." He laid the money on the bar and the demon nodded. She quickly pulled up a bottle and opened it. She handed it to him and then poured the glass of JD. She handed that to Xander and smiled.

Xander took the drinks and headed back to the couch where Spike was waiting. He had to dodge a few demons, and stop a few times, his eyes down, so not to offend any demons, but he did make it with drinks in hand to the couch. Spike smiled as he was handed the whiskey. "Ta, luv." He took a sip of it before setting it down and clipping the leash back on Xander's collar.

"The Kyrall demon is really nice, Master." Xander mentioned as he took a drink of his own drink and then sat it on the table next to the couch.

Spike just nodded while lighting up a cigarette. He sat back a moment before looking down at Xander, "I'm bored pet, entertain me."

Xander looked up at his master, "I would do a strip tease but I'm a little modest around so many demons, master."

"Your mouth is bound to get you into a lot of trouble one day, pet. What's say we fill it for you?" Spike was already unbuckling his belt and opening his pants to pull his erect cock out.

Xander didn't need to be told twice. He actually liked to suck Spike's cock, the cool skin against his tongue as he brought pleasure to his lover. He climbed up on the couch next to Spike and got into position, making sure he was comfortable, before leaning over and taking the flushed erection into his mouth.

Spike moaned appreciatively and bucked up into Xander's mouth a bit. "Boy have you got a mouth on you. You wicked angel, suck me good. Suck me real good and I might be persuaded to return the favor."

Xander continued to suck and stroke Spike's cock, bringing the blonde pleasure that was sure to bring him to peak quickly. Spike laced his fingers though the dark locks and held the boy's head still as he shoved up into Xander's mouth and came hard.

Xander swallowed everything that Spike had shot into his mouth. Trying to catch it all, some dribbled out the corner of Xander's mouth and when Spike let up the boy let up and then started to lick the cock clean with long strokes of his tongue. He cleaned the Spike's cock of all semen that wasn't caught by his mouth and then tucked Spike back into his pants before zipping it up. He went back to his kneeling position.

Spike grinned. "You're very good at that pet, now come up here, I'll return the favor." He pulled Xander up into his lap and started to strip the boy's pants off. Xander struggled a little, not really wanting to be naked in front of everyone there, but Spike just gave a hard slap to Xander's ass, and the boy held still after that.

Spike grinned pulling his pants down, "that's right poppet, just hold still and enjoy your master workin you over."

Xander held still, letting Spike pull the pants off his hips and started to stroke the cock that was reviled. When Xander's lower mid-section was finally shown they gained a large audience. All of them wanted to see just how well endowed Spike's pet was.

Xander closed his eyes, thinking that if he just imagined all these demons weren't there, he'd be able to get though this. However, when Spike's cool mouth found its way around Xander's cock, Xander couldn't think of anything but Spike and that mouth. He bucked a bit, wanting to get his cock as deep as possible into that wet semi-warm cavern.

Spike chuckled softly, continuing to suck the cock in his mouth. However, unless he released the ring around Xander's genitals, the boy would not be able to cum. Spike did a good job of keeping the boy on edge for some time. He wasn't sure when the demon would show, and he wanted his boy to be occupied.

Spike continued to play, thinking about possibly letting his boy cum and then using him for other pleasure when he saw the same girl, Serina walk up, being tailed by a tall figure in a hood and cloak. Serina bowed. "Master Spike, may I bid you to finish your session with your pet so we may get started on your… problem."

By this time, Spike had Xander sprawled across his lap; Xander's shirt was shucked up to show off the boy's abs and toned body. Xander had his arms stretched out above his head as he stretched out, letting his master play with his body all he wanted.

Spike looked up at the girl a moment then removed his mouth from the boy's cock. "Sure, boy's so close it won't take much to tip him over. Would you two like a drink? My treat?" Spike, never one to forget his manors, offered to both Serina and the figure behind her.

The figure moved forward, and two hands came up to remove the hood to reveal a beautiful woman that looked as though she were human, if not for the slightly blue tinge to her skin and the obvious sparks coming off her fingertips as she touched anything. Her eyes matched her skin, the whites weren't actually white, but a pale blue like her skin, and the irises were a deep ice blue similar to Spike's.

Her fingernails, obviously not painted, were a darker blue than her skin. Her lips, as they moved to form words, changed colors, changing from a dark blue like her fingernails, to a golden color as if gathering the energy just from her speech.

"I would love a drink, thank you William." She came over to set down on the couch.

"What would you like; my pet here will get it for you." He tucked Xander back in, giving Xander a glare when the boy whimpered. When Xander saw the glare he quickly tucked himself back in and got up to serve his master, hoping he'd be able to cum sometime tonight.

The woman smiled. "A double vodka please," She smiled at the boy and Spike got out a couple bills, giving them to Xander, and shooing the boy away. Quickly Xander ran to do as he was told, and the woman smiled, "He's such a good boy, definitely a good choice for you William."

"What can I say; I go for the tall dark an brooding type." Spike answered, taking a sip of his JD.

"Yes, I've heard about your grand-sire, it's said that he was cursed with such a soul. But I hear he's been doing things for the good fight." She said as she watched the other vampire. "Instead of the bloody rampages he was known for."

"Yeah, we're all glad to have that bloody wanker out of the world." Spike said raising his glass as a toast.

"William, I want to be sure that when I disable this chip in your head the world will not see a return of William the Bloody. Take the boy, he is more dedicated to you than you'd realize, but don't stick around here for anyone to cause you any trouble." The petite woman, keeping an eye on where Xander was, so she could make sure the boy didn't hear everything she was saying.

"No worries there poppet, I plan to blow this shithole town soon as I get the boy and his 'family' sorted. As for the return of William the Bloody I won't kill indiscriminately, but I will hunt and feed. That said I don't need to kill to feed meself. However, I am savin a spot of violence for the boy's family. The gits did nothing but torment him so I'm gona return the favor." Spike informed the woman beside him. The way he spat the word 'family' the woman knew that this supposed family was only that in name. It was a sad case among many humans, to harm their own like that. It was, as far as any one was concerned, inhuman.

"That is very much understandable William and I will not speak on the matter further. Just be sure that, whatever you do, the boy is as far away as possible when it does happen. There is no reason for him to be implicated in any way." The blue skinned woman accepted the drink when Xander finally did return.

"My thought's exactly luv. Now what's say we get this show on the road, yeah?" Spike asked, setting his drink on the table and looking at the woman who he felt a great deal of respect for. There weren't many that commanded such respect, but this woman was one. And he was not gona piss her off any time soon.

"Yes, of course, we will begin. You need to relax, and take a deep breath." The woman said as she got up and came around behind the couch, behind where Spike was setting.

Spike was just about to protest, that vampires didn't need to breath, but did as she told him. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and was not prepared for the blinding pain shooting in though his head from the chip. It literally knocked the breath out of him, as he went crashing to the ground. He could barely register Xander's voice as the boy knelt next to him, trying to stop the vampire from thrashing around and hurting himself, the episode obviously caused by the pain from the chip firing one last time.

The smell of ozone and burnt flesh gagged Xander as he got closer to his master. He did his best to keep Spike from hitting any of the furniture around them. However, soon the episode was over and Spike lay on the floor seemingly unconscious.

Xander took this time to inspect him, turning his head, to see the top he knew was where the chip had been implanted. There was a small burnt patch just under Spike's hair. That, Xander decided, was where the chip had been. The demon's electric charge had burned its way though Spike's body, finding the first source of metal it could find, and burning it.

The blue demon came around to kneel by Spike's head. She inspected him a moment before looking to Xander, "he will be just fine, the chip has been fused into one lump of useless metal. No permanent damage has been done, but he will need fresh blood when he awakens." She stood, leaving Xander to care for his master. "Tell him to not worry about the cost of my services to him; I do this happily to free any demon of such a torturous device."

Xander went to reply but the demon had left, making her way though the crowd of demons, all the while replacing her hood and making sure it obscured her features. Xander thought this curious, but his first concern was Spike.

He pulled the vampire's head into his lap, "Master Spike, please wake up. We need to go or some of these demons may get a little too touchy with me." He was worried about that, as seeing Spike go down like that a lot of the demons around had taken an unhealthy interest in him; unhealthy for him.

"Wh'sat poppet?" Spike asked groggily, just starting to come round.

"Here, drink this Master." Xander said as he held out his arm, offering his blood to the wounded vampire beneath him.

"Cheers pet, you're the best." Spike said, in a slurred voice as he grabbed on to Xander's arm and dug his fangs in. Spike noted the distinct lack of a chip going off in his head, and had he been more conscious of everything around him he would have been leaping for joy right now. However, the feel of the fresh hot blood flowing down his throat, and the fact it was Xander's blood, was enough to keep him rooted firmly where he was.

Once he'd taken enough from the boy, any more and he'd be in the danger zone, Spike licked the wound until it closed without even a scar to show. Spike laid comfortably there, head in Xander's lap, for a few moments. "Master, the demons are staring at us…"

"Let 'em stare pet, bet they are jealous of what I got, a pet that'd so readily offer his life blood to me so I can heal so quickly. They may find pets who will obey their every whim, even allow the masters to bite them, but I doubt any ever had a pet who'd voluntarily offer the blood to them. That's a real treat pet, never forget that."

Slowly, Spike got to his feet and felt the back of his head. He winced a bit, the area still a bit tender from the electric shock that had so recently shot though the skin and bone to the chip beneath. He was finally rid of the wretched thing once and for all.

He smiled at Xander, "its gone Xan, finally it's gone, and I'm whole again." He slowly stalked up to the human. Xander, for his part, remained as still as possible. Only wavering a little when Spike got up close and personal, in his demon face, his fangs so close to him. "And I'm gona mark you in front of every last demon in here, so they know never to fuck with William the Bloody or his property."

Without any preamble, Spike struck, digging his fangs deep into Xander's neck. Xander gasped, not in pain, but from the shear power of the bite. The power of the claiming he was undergoing. Spike didn't take any blood, just kept his fangs deep in Xander's neck until he was sure even the farthest demon in the corner knew who the boy belonged to. Slowly he removed his fangs, and licked the wounds that began to well with blood.

Purring contentedly, Spike made sure to close the wounds on Xander's neck, however the marks did not disappear. Instead they remained, showing where Spike had bitten Xander and Xander's scent now sported a hint of Spike's as well.

Spike finally came back to himself, coming out of the basking in his new claimed mate, and looked at Xander firmly. "C'mon pet, we got a lot to do. I told you things would go fast once I removed this chip from me head, I wasn't kidding. We have a lot to do before tomorrow when you go to work for the last time."

Xander thought about questioning that, thought about asking why he was going to work if it was for the last time, why not stay home and help Spike pack, but he knew that Spike must have had a good reason. So instead of questioning Spike, and angering the vampire who looked to have a lot on his mind, he simply nodded and said, "Yes, Master Spike."

Spike nodded, making sure he had a firm hold on Xander's leash, and led the young man along. Yes, they definitely had a lot to do. They had packing to do, get all their things into the car so they could get the hell out of Sunnyhell once and for all, and Spike had to plan exactly how he was going to orchestrate the death of Xander's parents.

***

Arriving home, Spike carefully made sure Xander got into some comfortable clothes and put away his pet gear. He then looked to the boy and nodded, "Right pet, name of the game is pack as much as you can in the bags we got. When you get tired, it's off to bed, and I'll finish up whatever needs to be finished." He noticed Xander drawing breath for a argument to what he'd just said but Spike pointed a finger. "No arguments, I know what I'm doing. Now, get out whatever clothes you're takin with you and whatever else, and let's get our things packed. Soon as you get home tomorrow I wana be on the road."

"Spike, what are you planning?" Xander asked, still doing as Spike had told him and pulling all his clothes out and putting them on the bed. He got out all his duffle bags out of the bottom of his closet and placed them on the bed as well.

"Never you mind what I'm planning, you just worry about what horrid shirts you wana take and whatever else is important to you." Spike said as he grabbed a bag and started to stuff his own clothes in. He pulled the box out from under the bed that held their play toys and sat them on the bed. They'd find their way in a bag, or if there was no bag to put them in they would be fine in their box, tossed into the trunk of Xander's car.

Xander went around grabbing a box to put his comics and other geekish things in, Spike would never ask the boy to part with those kinds of things. Those are the kinds of things Xander had good memories of, from living here, and Spike wanted him to keep the good, so Spike could destroy all the bad.

Safely packing away all his comic books, star trek, and various other memorabilia Xander sat that box next to the door to be taken up. Most of the appliances Xander didn't even touch. The tv, the bed, the fridge as old and beat up as it was. They could always get their own once they'd settled.

Spike had already gathered everything of importance to him from his crypt, and all of that now resided in a bag by the door. Set atop of it was the box of play toys and Spike's duster that held his last pack of cigarettes, lighter, and whatever else he stuffed in the pockets. Spike then concentrated on helping Xander pack whatever he wanted.

All the bags stacked up by the door leading out, Xander took one final look around to make sure he'd grabbed everything he'd want to bring with him, and looked to Spike. "What now?"

"Now, we find a way to get all that in your car, however we can. Then, when you get home tomorrow from work, we're gona hit the road. We'll stick around long enough for you to say your goodbye's but, your not stayin at this house after tonight, got me?" Spike said as he looked around too, seeming distracted.

Xander knew, he just knew, that Spike had something planned for his parents. And he knew, also, that it was best he ask as few questions as possible and just go to work as if it were a normal day. Except he'd tell his boss this was his last day, and that he was leaving town.

Following Spike up to the car setting outside the door leading to the basement, both sat their burdens, "Go open the boot would you?" At Xander's curious look Spike rolled his eyes, forgetting Americans called it something else. "The back of the car Xander."

"Oh, why didn't you just say pop the trunk." Xander headed to the front of the car to pull the trunk release.

"Because it's called a boot, Americans… trunk sounds so stupid, that's a part of an elephant, not a car." Spike groused as the trunk popped open and he started to place the bags in the bottom.

"Boot sounds so stupid too, that's something you put on your foot, not the back of a car." Xander mock replied as he came to stand by Spike.

"Don't just stand there like a git, go get some more so we can get this car as packed as we can." Spike said to the boy as he seemed to just stand there and watch Spike pack the boxes in the back first, and then the duffle bags, trying to make use out of as much of the room as possible.

Xander jumped into action, "Right, I'll just go get some more of the bags." Heading back down the stairs Xander grabbed as many bags as he could carry before coming back up the stairs. He sat them beside Spike so he could continue to pack the car, and went back down for another load.

"So, what do you call the hood?" Xander asked, "The sock?"

Spike gave him a stale look. "When you got a convertible, we call the top The Hood. The part that holds the engine is The Bonnet." Xander had joined Spike at the back of the car.

"Wow, really? I could have sworn you'd call it a sock or something, since you call this the boot." Xander said, patting the trunk of the car.

Spike turned to him. "Ha ha, very funny Harris." A second later, Xander found himself staring up at Spike from a pile of leaves in the yard. Xander blinked as Spike had pushed him into the leaves and was now on top of him, latching his lips onto the boy's neck. "Gona show you just how funny you aren't."

***

Spike stood in the door way to the basement, watching Xander leave for work. He was inside just enough for the morning rays of the sun to not touch him, but he stood outside enough to waive at Xander.

The night before they spent packing, and making love, today was the day Xander's life would change forever, and surprisingly enough, he wasn't afraid. Heading in to work as if it were a normal day, he saw as his parents were just getting up and about, obviously hung over, and didn't look back as he pulled out onto the road.

Spike waited until the boy was well out of sight before stepping back down into the basement. It was time he pay the land lord upstairs a visit. He changed into a set of clothes he wouldn't mind losing, grabbed the baseball bat by the door on his way up, and unlocked the door leading from the basement into the main house.

Spike walked into the kitchen, the first room that he came to after leaving the basement, and looked around. The appliances here didn't look very well used, but the liquor cabinet was fully stocked. I'll have to remember to raid their stash before I go. Spike said to himself as he made his way into the living room. There he saw the two Harris's, hung over from drinking the night before, and fresh drinks held in their hands.

(Warning, Graphic Violence from here on out in this chapter. It doesn't last very long but you are warned right now, that it's not pretty.)

Spike laid the bat against his shoulder; he was going to have some fun. Stepping into the room the first to notice him was Xander's mother. She looked up, squinting at him a moment, "Who the fuck are you?" She took a moment before speaking again, "Oh wait, you're that friend of Xander's that's been staying over huh?"

"I guess you could call me that, not that it'll matter to you in the next 30 seconds." Spike said as he took the bat and hit the woman over the head with it. She lay unconscious on the floor. Having listened in on a lot of conversations, he knew she wasn't the one responsible for beating Xander. She just didn't try to stop it, so Spike would spare her life. He only hit her hard enough to cause a concussion.

The man, on the other hand, had stood when he saw what happened to his wife. He glared at Spike but Spike had the man pinned to the wall, using the bat against his throat, before he could say even one curse against the vampire. "All those times you beat up on the boy, all those times you yelled at him calling him such filthy names for what? Because he wasn't a good son? Bollocks, you're the bad father an I'm gona make sure you know it before I am done with you, you worthless piece of dog shit."

The man, even though Spike was so much smaller than him, had the thought process necessary to look scared at the threat. Not only that, but for a man so much smaller than himself, Spike was so much stronger than him, easily holding the elder Harris against the wall using the bat to his throat until the man passed out.

Spike let up then, he didn't want to strangle the man, he wanted to cause him extraordinary amounts of pain before he was done with him. And the best part was, Spike had all day long to do it, he hoped his imagination could keep up with him today, because he did have a reputation to uphold as William the Bloody. "Hows about I show you how I got my name, Spike, then? Too bad I don't have any railroad spikes around, maybe I'll find something in the kitchen."

Spike moved around the house, gathering implements of torture he'd use on the man before the day was out, he just hoped that Xander had the mind to stay away until nightfall. The boy was smart; people didn't give him enough credit. Of course, the man lying on the floor, passed out from lack of oxygen, was partially to blame for beating the boy down so much. "Never again, though." Spike said aloud as he came back, setting up and preparing to have fun with the torture.

"Something that Angelus always taught me, always do the torturing yourself. Never leave someone to do it for you, because chances are it will not get done to the extent you want it to. I've always been a hands on kind of guy anyway." Spike picked Xander's father up by the front of his shirt and brought him over to the couch where he sat him. He picked the woman up and sat her in another room; he didn't want to be tripping over her as he worked.

As the elder Harris finally came around, Spike was standing there with some metal skewers he found in the kitchen. He would have preferred wooden, as the wood would splinter more as they were shoved though flesh and bone, but it seemed there were none to be found and he'd rather not be playing with mini stakes.

The man on the couch found he was actually tied to the couch, and could not move. He glared at Spike, "What is the meaning of this, did that little shit of a son of mine put you up to this?"

Spike saw red, at the slandering of his pet, but he wouldn't let the anger he felt toward this man speed up a process he wanted to take hours. "Oh no, he didn't put me up to anything. I'm doing this all on my own but I can honestly tell your going to regret ever laying a finger on him, you gormless git."

The man screamed in pain as Spike shoved the first skewer though the man's hand. Spike aimed the next one and shoved it under a collar bone. The next one he aimed and moved it around, as if not able to decide where to put it. He finally decided to skewer the man's foot. "Always go for the outside extremities first, because there isn't anything as vital there." Spike said, as if teaching a torturing lesson.

Spike went to put one more skewer in when he slapped the man "Oi, shut up all your screamin, I'm tryin to work here, bloody givin me a headache." Spike shoved one last skewer, winding it under the man's skin on his arm and though muscle, causing as much pain as possible.

Spike smirked; his little piece of artwork was starting to shape up. He went over to his duster and pulled out some safety pins. "Who said punk is dead!?" He came back over and used the things to pin the man's mouth closed. "There we are, now maybe I can work without all that screamin interrupting me." Spike looked around, figuring to let the man set there for a while with what he'd just done, "say what you folks got to drink round here?"

Spike walked into the kitchen to rummage though the cupboard of liquor. He found some pretty disgusting brands of vodka; he tossed those over his shoulder, the glass bottles smashing and the contents going everywhere. He found a rather unused bottle of JD in the back and grinned. "Well well well, seems you do keep the good stuff around after all. I see you like that crap brand of vodka though, sinful that is." Spike said as he uncapped the bottle of Jack Daniels and took a few swigs straight from it.

Spike came back in to continue the torture session. "Don't worry mate, those skewers are nothing compared to what I'm gona do to you. You're gona regret ever touchin my Xander." Spike sat the bottle of JD down before going back to work, William the Bloody was finally back.