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Summary: A person changes as a tick-tock of a clock sounds. But the very nature of a person stays the same. Xander has some weird experiences, but he's in charge. He knows himself, and that's what counts. (Warnings and Pairings inside. Adult content.)

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Supernatural > Xander-CenteredLycanFR18813,81251821,2519 Jan 0831 May 09No

Preparing For War

Just a quick note to thank everyone for being patient. I don't have a lot of time to write for the next month...busy on my major project at college and sorting out the detail for uni...that I start in September. Woo

Anyway, I'll update my fics when I can, but I don't have a lot of free time. Sorry.

Preparing For War

Xander slammed the door closed behind him and looked to the stairs.

“Daddy’s home, kids!” He shouted. “And he brought you a pet.”


Xander ignored the outraged voice and stood still, waiting for the others to join him in the hallway.

“Aw, Daddy, you shouldn’t have.” Rhonda teased, appearing from the living room and joining him. He kissed him then turned to look at the ‘pet.’ She pouted. “Why a vampire, though?”

“Easier to care for.” He replied, running his free hand through her hair. “Where’re the others?”

“Tor’s out back, Kyle’s in the shower, and Heidi’s making some lunch. She’ll be here in a minute, but it’s almost ready.”

Xander nodded. “Go fetch him from the back yard, hm?”

She nodded and rushed out. It was barely a minute later that all four of them had joined him, kissing him hello and rubbing against him before turning curious eyes to their new addition.

“Why a vampire?” Tor asked.

“Easier to care for. Only blood to be cleaned up and he can take the blood when we hunt.”


Xander let go of his neck briefly to hit him over the head. He then pushed their new addition over to the others, smirking when they caught him, their hands exploring him.

“Well, Spike. You’re going to get what you wanted after all.” He looked at the others. “Clean him up.”

“Are you going back?” Rhonda asked.

“Not just yet.” They nodded and started off, but he stopped them and gave them all a hard look. “Don’t take him.”

“Ok, Alpha.” Was the disappointed reply, even as they picked Spike up and carried him up the stairs.

Spike struggled as well as he was able, but with his arms restrained behind his back, their was little he could do without harming them, and therefore set off his chip.

“The Initiative had him.” Xander informed, following them at a leisurely pace. “He went to Giles and the others.”

Spike called them all sorts of names as he struggled, but they simply ignored him.

They got him into the bathroom and stripped him from the waist down before untying his arms and managing to get his coat and shirts off. He was able to struggle better with his hands free and jerked from their touch, only to end up clipping Tor hard enough to set off the chip. He bowled over, hands pressed to his head. By the time he’d calmed down, they’d gotten the tub half full and he was held under Tor’s arm, still bent over. Despite being shocked - he thought that was punishment enough - Tor raised and lowered his hand, slapping Spike’s backside five time before stopping.

“Bad pet.” He mocked, patting his backside.

“Bath’s ready.” Heidi announced.

“I’ll show you-” Spike began, only to be cut off when he was lifted and then dumped in the tub, head under the water.

He was pulled up so he was sitting. The water was already pink-tinged, since his struggling had caused most of his wounds to open.

Xander remained leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He talked with the others as they washed Spike, his struggling bothering them about as much as a wriggling child.

Heidi and Tor held Spike’s arms as Rhonda washed Spike’s hair. Kyle, still wet from his own shower, simply tugged his towel off and sat at the other end of the tub, holding Spike’s legs.

Once Spike’s hair was washed, she moved onto soaping his face, chest and back.

“Did you find out anything more on the Initiative?” Tor asked, lookin up at Xander.

“Spike.” Xander replied. “He has the information. That and he gets something fresh.”

Rhonda soaped up the wash cloth then shoved the bar of soap onto Spike’s mouth when he refused to stop cursing them and calling them names.

The others chuckled as he spluttered, managing to spit out the bar of soap. He coughed and gagged, bubbles slipping from his mouth.

“If you can get him to stop cursing.” Kyle laughed.

Rhonda hit him over the head with the washcloth then resumed cleaning Spike.

“What’re all these holes?” Rhonda asked, pointing to one wound.

“A little gift from the Chumash. They shot arrows at him.” Xander replied. “Make sure you bandage them afterwards.”

“Where’re we going to put him?”

“Downstairs will do.”

Once Spike was washed, Kyle stood them both up. He held onto Spike from behind as they were both rinsed off with the shower hose. Then he let go of him climbed from the tub, wrapping a towel around himself.

The others patted Spike dry then held him still as they patched up his wounds.

“Will you tell, pet?” Kyle asked, wrapping himself around Spike. “Huh? I’ll give you a treat if you do.” Kyle nuzzled against Spike’s face.

“Kyle!” Xander chastised.

“Oh, all right.” Kyle dropped down in front of Spike, taking care not to hurt him. He used one nail to slice his wrist open and pressed it to the vampire’s mouth. “Here. Drink up. You won’t need much and it’ll make you feel better.”

Spike grabbed his arm with both hands and put his mouth over the wound, his face changing.

Tor pulled him back when he’d taken enough.

Xander slipped out while Kyle fed Spike and picked up some clothes for the vamp to wear. He slipped back in in time to see Tor pull him off. Kyle licked his wound closed as Xander tossed the clothes to Tor.

The clothes were too big for Spike, but he was still revelling in the first human blood he’d had in…well, a long time.

Tor picked Spike up and tossed him over his shoulder.

“Ok, kids.” Xander clapped his hands together. “Kyle, get dressed. The rest of you; lunch.”

The went their separate ways. Ten minutes later, they were sitting in the dining room eating lunch.

“He give you any trouble?” Rhonda asked.

“Nothing me and Heidi weren’t able to handle.” Tor replied. “I’ve got him chained up pretty good.”

“Did you put him in the cage?”

“Yeah. But I still put some padded chains on him.”

“Ok.” Xander nodded. “You have me for some time. Tell me what you know.”

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Xander slowly, leisurely, made his way down the stairs.

Once his feet were planted firmly on the cold stone floor, he stuck his hands into his pockets and leant against the wall, admiring the view Tor and Heidi had left him.

Tor had been a little creative with the chains, so that they were attached to the actual bars on the cage rather than the wall or floor.

That left Spike on his back, legs spread wide and arms high above his head. There was a metal box under him, arching his back from the ground. There was a large metal band around Spike’s forehead, keeping his head down on the floor. He couldn’t move it at all, which left his neck vulnerable to them all, a fact of which Spike was very aware of, if his darting eyes were anything to go by.

Heidi had tugged Xander’s shirt up to leave Spike’s belly as vulnerable as his neck.

From his position, Xander could see the muscles quivering in Spike’s belly. Spike was awake, had been since Xander had opened the basement door. He swallowed heavily, Adams apple jerking up and down sharply. He turned his eyes to Xander as much as he was able.

“Thought I was gonna get fed?”

“You did. Kyle fed you his very own blood.” Xander informed, voice cheerful. “A precious gift, if there ever was one.”

“You said fresh meal.” He reminded, voice terse. “Meaning I get to kill-”

“You can’t kill.” Xander interrupted, tapping his own forehead in reminder. “But you can feed. When the others and I go on the hunt, you can have the blood…if you tell me what I want to know.”

“How do I know you’ll keep your side of the deal?”

“You don’t.”

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“I don’t know where I was.” Spike confessed, muscles tensed. “I didn’t exactly pay too close attention. Too bothered with escaping.” He was in the same position as before, though Xander had tugged the shirt down and had removed the metal box, enabling Spike a little wiggle room.

Xander nodded. “That’s ok. Just describe. Anything you could tell us would be helpful.” He was quiet a moment. “I think they’re capturing peaceful demons too.”

“Why should I care about that?”

“I’d be worried if you did.” The teen replied, lip curling at one corner. “But imagine if they’d caught Drusilla. It’s like that with the others. It’s not safe for anyone here. Buff, Willow, me…none of us are strictly human. Not in their eyes, at least. Even if Dru weren’t a vampire, her visions…”

“Yeah, well, she’s not here.” He ground out.

“Ok. Then what if we can find them and they can get the chip out?”

Spike didn’t reply and Xander didn’t expect him to.

Heidi wandered down the stairs and kept on walking until she stood in front of Xander. “Dinner’s almost ready. Who’s to feed the pet?”

“I am.” The Alpha replied, eyes flashing green. “You go on up. I’ll follow in a minute.”

Xander entered the cage and sat down beside Spike’s prone form. He retrieved a pocket knife from his jeans pocket and sliced a small but deep cut into his right wrist. Putting the knife out of reach, he placed his wrist against Spike’s mouth. The vampire immediately latched on, eyes closing.

After a moment or two, Xander’s free hand began to travel up under the borrowed shirt, calloused hands running over the vulnerable belly.

Spike tensed and pulled away from the wrist. “What’re you doing?” He demanded, wriggling.

Xander forced his eyes open. Glowing green eyes stared down into Spike’s blue ones.

“Don’t struggle.” Xander groaned out. “You smell like prey.”

Spike stopped. It made sense; Xander and his group were effectively predators now. Spike was in a very vulnerable position; not only was he physically restrained, but he couldn’t hurt them and he depended on them for food.

Xander would have more control the others, which was why he would offer his own blood, but it was still a strong temptation for the hyena in him.

Spike hesitated, but then put his mouth back over the wound and began to drink, ignoring Xander’s hand, which had travelled further up his shirt.

The teen closed his eyes and breathed deep. The scent of vulnerable prey was strong, and the blood only enticed the Alpha further. He could feel HER stirring inside him, desperate for the hunt which he had to deny her - and the others - for safety. To satisfy Her urges, he let his hand play with Spike. He ran his hand over the quivering belly, pinched the flat nipples, trailed the vampire’s happy trail into his jeans, managing to stop himself from putting more than the very tips of his fingers down the borrowed leg wear. It would only get him more excited.

Besides, the others would feel his effects and dinner would be forgotten as soon as he went up. So, for now, he prolonged Spike’s feeding to let the others eat enough to survive what Xander was going to do with them later.

He was Alpha. He could wait to eat.

It took all of Spike’s willpower not to wriggle, not to pull away. It had been a very long time since he’d felt so vulnerable, and he didn’t like it.

Soon, though, he was full, and pulled away from Xander. He’d say something, but he didn’t want to enrage or entice the Hyena anymore than he already unwittingly had. He tentatively lapped the wound closed and waited to see what would happen next.

Xander calmed slightly when the smell of blood disappeared. He was still excited and he let his hand still play for a minute or two. Then he went completely still, trying to bite back the urge to ravish the vampire in his care. It wasn’t easy and it took a while, and he was somewhat glad that Spike was making things easier for him.

“You know, if you unchained me we wouldn’t have this problem.” Spike informed, once Xander had calmed.

The teen growled, letting Spike know that it was still too soon. He pulled his hand back and fixed the clothing. He then reached over and picked up the pocket knife. He licked his own blood from it and slipped it away. Standing, he turned and left without a word.

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“Alright. I think we have enough to make a move. I got enough information from Spike to help us, and I think the others are gearing up to go as well.” Xander informed.

Tor licked his lips. “Does that mean we get a hunt?”

“Maybe. I’ll have to see what’s what. We might have to wait a while, but it’s definitely time we do something.”

Rhonda nodded. “What do you need us to do?”

“Bide your time. Tighten your control - no playing. This is too serious to mess up. It’s too dangerous. These…children are messing with things, with toys and guns, and think they can handle it. They have no idea of the real danger here, and the people in charge don’t want them to. They feed them lies and drugs to keep them in control and they have no idea.” He turned and looked out of the window. “I’m not going to risk them getting any of us.”

“I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Heidi admitted. “I’m feeling antsy.”

He nodded. “Let Spike free, feed him up, and use him to train. He’ll be strong enough to fight you, give you a real practise, but weak enough to not be able to harm you.”

“Which will, in turn, not hurt him.”

Xander nodded. “Don’t let him leave. I’m thinking that these commandoes aren’t happy that one of their projects ran away.”


The End?

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