Running to the phone while chanting what would probably become his own personal mantra (oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!),Xander skidded to a halt in front of the small table holding the phone, picking it up in one shaky hand and punching the speed dial to Gile's shop at the same time, The freaked boy let his mind try to take in what he had unwrapped in the bathroom.

"Come on G-Man, be there already?"

Listening to the phone ring while pacing back and forth as much as the short cord would allow him, Xander contemplated what lay on the bathroom tiles. He had seen beaten before mainly courtesy of the 'punch and judy show' that his parents liked to display when pretty drunk, but he had never seen anything quite to the extent of Spikes injuries.

Whomever or whatever had attacked the chipped vampire had been quite vicious in the torment. Judging from the look of the bones sticking from the shredded skin of the right hand, the breaking of bones had taken a few hours. He knew that when his dad punched his mother, it usually took his dad a few hits to break anything. Vampire bones were much stronger, therefore it had probably taken much longer to be able to break them.

Dismissing the thought entirely from his mind as he heard the phone connect, Xander started to speak but was beaten by an obviously annoyed female.

"Yes?"

"Anya, its me, Xander! Can you please go and get Giles for me, I *really* need to talk to him."

"XANDER!"

Inwardly groaning, Xander cursed whoever it was who decided the fate so the already whinging ex-demon would pick up the phone.

"Yes, go and get Giles right *now*!"

'When are you going to give me orgasms?"

"Anya, not now! Can you just go and get the G-Man. I found Spike and he's at my place. I need help."

"So," came the icy reply. "You would rather hang around with that disgusting creature than give me the orgasms that YOU owe me and your going to ask Giles to help you with the hanging!"

Hearing a brief scuffle on the other side of the line, Xander was relieved to hear Giles on the phone.

"Xander, whats happened?"

"Oh, thank god it's you Giles. Dont you know by now to keep her away from phones?"

"What... Oh, yes. I should know that all too well by now" the ex-librarian said in a long suffering tone.

"Now, tell me, what's happened, are you hurt? Did you do something?"

"Me, why do you always think that I did something? No, its the Big Bad, he's been beaten really badly and I don't know what to do."

Sighing into the phone, Giles told the nervous boy that he would be at Xanders place as soon as possible with some more blood and various first aid items.

Hanging up, Xander breathed deeply in relief. Angry by Anyas attitude and her obssession with *her* pleasure, he had heard the girl demanding in the background that Giles find out when her orgasms were going to be fulfilled. Cringing in towards himself, he decided once and for all that no matter how good the sex was, he just couldn't take anymore of the hassle and constant embarrassment that his girlfriend directed his way.

Walking reluctantly back towards the bathroom and the waiting figure, he slid down beside the tarp and once again looking at the vampire, he drew his knees up to his chest to wait for Giles.

Staring at the multitude of injuries that had been inflicted on the once pale body,he started to take into account what was actually wrong with the blonde. Seeing that the most obvious of them all were the broken left ankle, the welts upon the back and buttocks and the bones that were sticking out of the flesh on the right hand, Xander forced himself to keep looking and to take note of the ribs that certainly looked broken as well. They looked like that a few on each side were affected.

It was hard to see how much bruising was on the vampire as the thin scabs that had formed over most of the welts had broken, covering the comatose blonde with blood again after being pushed and slide around while wrapped in the thick plastic. Looking down the lower region, Xander felt a small blush adorn his cheeks as he took in the relatively unmarked genitals, trying not to stare at the size of the organ, he let his gaze rest upon the thighs. Gasping, he realized with shock that the blackness of the skin covering the twisted limbs was due to severe bruising and not dirt from the crypt floor as he had first thought.

Shuddering to himself, Xander forced his gaze from the tortured thighs and upon the face. Looking at the twitching, whimpering male, he could see a line of finger sized bruises covering the jawline almost from ear to ear. Leaning his head against the cool tiled wall behind him, the disgusted boy wondered if the fact that he felt no pity for the battered visage before him made him a bad person.

Deciding that it didnt and that who ever it was had just beaten the vampire finally at his own game, he hollered "Come in" in the direction of the stairs as he heard the knocking. Knowing it would be Giles as only he would knock, anyone esle would just barge on down the stairs, he waited for the ex-watcher to join him in the bathroom.

"Bleedin heck, what the hell happened to him?" came from the suprised question as Giles joined him in staring at the vampire.

*****
Part 7:

Giles stood beside Xander's double bed that now contained a clean but nauseaus looking restored blonde vampire. Giving his glasses one last polish with his tissues, he replaced the tissues in his front trouser pocket while adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Right then. Let's try this again shall we?"

Indicating to the vampire to try telling him what had happened to him once more, he looked at the mountains of tape that held the demon together thinking that if Spike had been a human, he would have died from the injuries. The whole getting Spike clean process had taken well over two hours due to the fact that neither himself or the increasingly annoyed but well meaning boy had wanted to cause the battered vampire any more pain than was neccessary to get him clean. It had taken so long also due to the fact that Xander had been put off by the oddly soft queals and grunts of pain that the barely concious male had been uttering, also due to the fact that they had really started to worry Giles as well who had tried not to show it tothe already frustrated boy.

Having shoved Xander in the direction of the bathroom once more while arming him with cleaning spray and cloths and telling it was best to start cleaning now, Giles turned his attention to the pitiful form in the bed. Telling the sore demon to relax his throat again and to start slowly, he waited for the onslaught of vile words to start coming forth.

Spike closed his eyes to the sight of one of the two men that he had never wanted to see him like this.

~ If that fucking Nancy Boy comes down those stairs, I'll bloody well stake myself. ~

~ I don't think I could cope with both the watcher and Poof looking at me like I'm like this ~

Drawing in a shuddering breath that was not needed, he tried to concentrate on relaxing his tired throat muscle as asked by the ex-watcher. Finally feeling his muscles relax as much as possible, he ventured forth with a sentence.

"Gasp, nnnnrght, retch, cough!"

Unable to choke back the tears that had been threating to fall all night when he had found out the Whelp had contacted the Watcher, Spike lay in the saggy mattress letting the pink tinged tears slide down his bruised cheeks, the tears kept rolling down his battered jawline and finally staining the pale pillowcase.

Shoulders shaking in a combination of shock, tiredness, anger that he felt so stupid and the effort from crying itself, the worn out demon sobbed without looking up at the increasingly flustered man aheming and arhing beside him.

Wiping at his eyes with his taped right hand, he jabbed at his face with his broken fingers a little too hard, letting out another soft retch when his fingers grazed the sore jawline.

~ Bloody Hell, why don't they just do me a favour and stake me? I'm useless. ~

With this thought, the distraught male started sobbing all the more.

Giles, not knowing what to do for once, reached down with a hesitant hand to pat at the bruised shoulder, only to quickly snatch it away when he felt the vampire flinch at the touch he could feel through the layers of tape holding his joints together. Whether it was in reaction to the weight of his hand or it had been the revulsion that Spike felt for the other man, one that he had made obvious when living with Giles, he didnt know, and the former librarian really didn't want to know.

Leaving the snuffling and snorting demon in the bed, he walked to the bathroom to see how Xander was going with the clean up progress. Xander was on his knees with his back facing the bed doing his best to ignore the sounds. Scrubbing at the bloodstained tarp, he wondered where the hell he was going to sleep. "I'm sure as hell sharing a bed with that arsehole." "I'm not a bloody poofter to quote the Big Bad" he thought to himself.

Hearing Giles' scuffing his feet behind him, Xander stopped the work that he was fast considering useless and turned to look at the older man.

"How long do you think that he will be here?" was the first question in a bitter tone.

"I, I really don't know. The watchers books state that when a vampire is so injured, any other vampires usually take the time to drain it as it is considered useless and basically culled from the pack."

"Gross, so other vampires really do kill their own?"

Speaking with a bit more knowledge, Giles told Xander that essentially, vampires, being almost like pack animals, that when one was injured beyond what would be a days healing, the other members of the pack would literally kill it in order to retain the strength of the pack. Of course that had only been observed amongst minions, Spike having been a once favoured childe, Giles acknowleged that he didn't know of a case like this.

"We'll talk tomorrow Xander, for now, lets just get some sleep and we can think clearer tomorrow."

Nodding at that wise descion, Xander grinned tiredly at the older man. Struggling to get to his feet, the worn out young man tried not to collapse onto the now not so white tiles. Both of them hearing that the snuffling wet sounds had stopped, they looked towards the bed only to see that the vampire had cried himself to sleep. They quietly walked towards the stairs trying not to to disturb him lest it bring on a fresh flood of tears.

Stopping at the base of the staircase, Giles turned to face the boy standing behind him.

"Xander" Giles started softly, "he's going to need full time care for probably over a week."

"But what about my job, I mean I'm actually good at this and I can't afford to lose it" came the flustered reply.

"Don't worry. It's Saturday tomorrow, actually really only in a few hours" Giles said as he noticed the time from the clock hanging in Xander's kitchen. "Lets think of that tomorrow."

Shrugging his reply as the exhausted older man started up the stairs, Xander watched him go through the basement door with gust of cold air that descended to swirl around the dank room. Half turning, half stumbling towards the bed, he sank heavily on the unoccuppied side of the bed.

"This is so what I didn't get this double bed for, Bleach Boy" he whispered softly to himself. Sure, the bed had been on sale at the Goodwill store but the fact remained that he had originally bought the bed so that he and his soon to be ex-girlfriend would have room to roll around and experiment with. Yawning as he removed both his grotty outer shirt and sweaty t-shirt in one swift movement, he then bent down to remove his shoes and socks.

Rolling his socks into a firm ball and throwing into a corner of the softly illuminated room, he muttered "score" under his breath. Standing again to undo his ruined pants, he slid them down past his knees and let them puddle around his ankles on the floor. Stepping out of the pool of clothing surrounding his feet, Xander turned back the bed covers on his side of the bed. Climbing into the beckoning comfort while trying not to hit a squeaky spring, he scratched at the cheap material holding his boxers together.

Getting comfortable underneath the covers, he resisted the temptation to shove the comatose vampire onto the floor in order to regain all of his bed. Turning off his bedside lamp, plunging the basement into total darkness, he turned onto his side away from his unwanted bed companion and closed his eyes getting dragged down into a deep slumber almost immediatley.

*****
Part 8:

Xander sat back in the hard chair, struggling to get comfortable in the confines of prickly material covering the old piece of furniture. Looking at the slumbering male that was still confined to the one side of his bed, as he had been for the past three days, he once again wondered who had worked the vampire over. Everytime that either he or Giles' had asked, the distraught male had burst into very unvampire like tears.

Whoever, and both him and Giles' had come to the conclusion that it had been human/humans someone due to the fact that Spike could fight fellow demons, had really done their best to injure the blonde short of actually staking him.

Thinking back to the conversation that he and fellow scoobie's including Riley had had with the ex-librarian that following late saturday morning, Xander frowned with annoyance at the sounds of gasping and moaning that came from the bed once again. Trying to shut out what had become the only noises that the vampire was now able to make, he recalled the conversation.

Giles' had been especially worried by the fact that Spike had been unable to keep any of the blood down that he had been fed after being settled into the saggy bed. Snorting to himself, Xander thought that Giles' had been lucky not to be splattered by the red shower that had sprung forth from the weeping demon. Another worry had been the obvioulsy cracked skull on what was known as the chipped side of the vampire's head.

Tara had suprisingly come up with the possibility that Spikes inability to utter more than the soft grunts and whispered squeals that now constituted for speech, that maybe it was due to the fact that the chip had been damaged in the attack. Willow, looking at her girlfriend with pride had agreed with the idea. Giles and Xander, both thinking about the consequences of this information had finally agreed with the blonde witch.

Sitting on the sofa, as close to Riley as she could get short of actually sitting in his lap, Buffy tossed her hair and declared that maybe now Spike would just finally stake himself and save her the trouble of getting "icky demon particles" out of her new clothes that she had bought to impress the now returned farmboy with. Riley holding his lover's hand firmly in his large grasp agreed with Buffy, stating that if the blonde could no longer talk, then he was essentially useless and should be removed instead of letting the damaged individual continue being undead.

After protests from the witches who pointed out that they still didn't know if Spike was good for anything else, the other four scooby members reluctantly agreed to see how the recovery progressed. Once this had been decided, Giles' left with Buffy and Riley, who were engaging in major snoggdom, to speak with the new army of demons and try to convince the "meows" as they had been named, to leave Sunnydale to the Slayer.

The demons had regretfully complied with the ex-watchers request to leave but only after offering the blonde dynamo her own slice of Sunnydale. Having instructed Giles' to tell the demons that it was a 'no go', various "meows" gathered their possessions and stepped into the swirling void that had appeared at the cloven feet of their leader.

Or at least he had been told that it had swirled. Xander sighed, coming back to the present. Still bitter that he was forced into the role of nurse for the injured male, he was grateful that Giles' had been able to speak directly to his understanding boss. His boss had agreed to the time off from work for Xander after the ex-librarian had spun a tale of home nursing, sick parent, and a week or more off from work. His boss had understood alright and had agreed to let Xander off work for up to two weeks all the while going without pay but having the advantage of a job waiting for him when he was able to work again. Giles' posing as Xander's uncle had been more than happy with the agreement.

Seeing that the vampire was starting to come out of a deep slumber, he rose from the chair and padded with bare feet across the floor to the kitchen. Opening the fridge and selecting a blood packet from the overflowing shelf, the boy hoped that the former Big Bad would be able to keep this one down.

Jerking awake as he heard the microwave ding when it had finished heating, Spike was instantly relieved to be away from the nightmare that had featured the five members of Arseholes Inc. beating into him again. Watching as the boy walked from the kitchen clutching a mug in his hand and a teatowel in the other, Spike felt his stomach muscles clench in anticipation at the warm meal.

He hoped that he would be able to keep most of this one down.

~ I'll be giving that Twiggy bint a run for her money if this keeps up ! ~

came the nervous thought. Feeling slightly scared as he watched the Harris whelp approach, he licked the now healed lips with an eager tongue. Harris, scowling at him, placed the warm mug in his left hand, helping him to hold the mug due to the arkward position that he had been forced to lay in due to his ribs and marred back.

Trying to sip slowly, Spike felt his face vamp out as the blood hit his tastebuds.

~Fucking awful, but christ, I'm sooooo hungry. ~

Gulping a little faster, he visibly flinced when Xander reached towards his face to wipe at the excess blood trickling down his chin, threatening the colour of the bedsheets.

~ Wow, don't I feel *manly* with the whelp being all Mr. Mom on me. That's right Spikey, remember former Master Vampire. ~

Slightly smiling to himself in triumph that the blood so far had kept itself contained for the first time since he had been found, the weary male closed his tired eyes again trying not to fall straight back into the game of "Twister" that he had previoulsy been recalling.

Xander stood with the empty mug clutched in his hand. Unable to stop himself, he reached out with a cautious hand to lightly stroke at the once again blonde hair. Frowning in confusion as to why he had doone it, he walked back to the kitchen. Standing in front of the metal basin, he tried to figure out why he had touched the vampire in such a way.

Spike, meanwhile, whimpered as the soft caress on his still aching head left and he was once again left alone to look at the five figures coming towards him.

Alone as he always seemed to be.

*****
Part 9:

Xander was tired from both the stress of being a full time nursemaid and from living in such close confines with some one that he disliked. He didn't know what to do at the reactions that the vampire displayed whenever he made sudden movements or caused loud noises. The flinching whenever he approached the uncomfortable male, and as for the cringing motions displayed whenever he touched Spike, well, they were really starting to wear his nerves thin.

He had more or less been in a constant state of annoyance since the vampire had moved in. He was sure that the healing man could smell the emotion on him, therefore not really helping the situation. Hearing the shower turn on, he muttered that the blonde should just really get over it, it had was now a week and a half since the demon had been found. It wasn't as if he hadn't been seriously hurt before thought Xander recalling the time that Spike had spent in the wheelchair.

"Im sure that he didn't act this way with Dru and that bastard Angelus" whispered Xander. Knowing what the dark haired male vampire was capable of, Xander had come to the conclusion that if Spike had acted this way when in the wheelchair, Angelus would have put the blonde out of his misery for just daring to be so weak.

Knowing that something really terrible must have happened in the crypt to get the blonde acting this way, Xander sighed. It wasn't as if Spike had so far been capable of telling them what had happened as his voice showed no definite signs of improvement and the tape holding the bones together in the vampires right hand made the task of writing nigh on impossible and of course fate being kind had made the demon right handed at most things and that had included writing.

Now no longer having to help the smaller man in the bathroom since the day before, something that Xander was mightly thankfull for, he poured the milk ontop of the cereal covering the bottom of the blue bowl. Trying to shovel as much as he could into his mouth, he lifted a hand to wipe at the milk spluttering from the sides of the overloaded spoon. With no signs coming from the bathroom that the water would shut off anytime soon, the happily crunching boy turned his mind to the only time that he had seen Spikes type of current behaviour.

There had been girl in his biology class in his second year of high school who had acted pretty much the same way that the bleached blonde was now displaying. That same girl had later committed suicide and no-one had known why until a few months later when the distraught parents found the well hidden note explaining the suicide. Turned out that Stacii had been sexually molested by an uncle and was too ashamed to tell anyone.

The word had gotten around the school like wildfire, Principal Flutie had organised counselling for the whole of the school and had demanded that the sex ed classes include lessons on how to spot a victim of abuse, be it verbal, sexual or physical. Xander hadn't really paid any attention to the classes, being more interested in scribbling rude pictures in his text books.

She had displayed the same crying fits and odd behaviour of nervousness whenever anyone approached her or even looked like coming her way.

Hearing the water shut off and the crinkling of the shower curtain, Xander dropped his empty bowl and wet spoon into the sink. He felt himself pale when the sudden thought hit him like a train.

"Oh my god!!!!" It couldn't be true! The same behaviour, was it even possible that it had happened to the former Big Bad? It would go a long way to explaining some of the injuries the blonde had suffered.

Shaking his head in disbelief and hoping that for once he wasn't right, Xander spun around at the sound of the bathroom door opening only to stare open-mouthed at the still slightly wet figure before him.

"You were raped, weren't you?" he demanded from the vampire. Mentally cursing himself when he saw the smaller man look at him with the bluest eyes he had ever seen, eyes that were current filling with pink tinged tears.

Spike had stopped dead in his tracks at the accusing tone in the question. Looking into the whelps deep chocolate eyes while feeling the tears well up yet again that felt like the thousandth time since he had been rescued, the Master Vampire dropped his gaze onto the floor in an act of total submission. Leaning against the frame of the doorway, he lifted his taped hand to fiddle with the paint that was flaking off the timber. Picking at the tiny bits and watching them drop on the floor, he nodded his head at the visibly shocked boy all the while keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the glistening tiles.

Xander was stunned to see the vampire so defeated, something that he had never thought to see in his life time. The big Bad reduced to crying in full force while leaning against a bathroom doorway. Wishing now that he had paid at least some attention in the class, the angry and disgusted boy walked towards the bathroom while ignoring the the way the demon cringed away from Xander and into the surrounding frame.

Reaching the hysterical man, Xander lifted out his larger hand and started to stroke the wet blonde hair in what he hoped was a soothing motion. Making arkward shushing noises in his throat in an attempt to slow the crying, Xander gently ran his fingers through the limp soft strands of hair.

Spike, shaking from the closeness of the other male, unconciously leaned into the comforting caress. Having not had such attention from anyone in years,the attention that his Dru and Sire had showed him consisted of mad passion, blood and screaming, he could feel the boys fingers lightly stroking at the place where the Iniative had placed the much cursed chip. Hoping that the pleasant touching wouldn't stop too soon in the near future, he felt the tears dwindling to a slow halt.

Xander looked at the still sobbing man in front of him and wondered why he was even bothering to try and comfort someone who had tried to kill not only himself but his friends as well over a long period of time.

Seeing that the tears had stopped plopping on to the tiles, the still angry boy guided the now dry heaving vampire back to his side of the bed. Helping the exhausted male to climb into the bed, Xander looked down at the demon trying to curl into the fetal position as much as his still ruined hip would allow. Wondering if he should call Gile's and tell him of the update, he continued to run his fingers in the damp hair, lightly stroking the strands from the vampires cold forehead.

Spike looked up at the person who stood beside him. He wondered when he would have to leave what had become his own little safe haven. He thought that Riley and cohorts wouldn't be stupid enough to come at him again while living in the whelps basement and if this was the type of treatment that he could expect from now on, why should he leave. Not even trying to deny to himself that he didn't like the way the boy's hand was running through his hair, he tried to think of a way to convince the boy to let him stay for a bit longer. Smelling the anger that surround every pore on the scooby, he tried to ignore the almost acrid aroma that assulted his sensitive nostrils. Glad that he had finally been able to tell someone at least partially what had happened that night, he closed his eyes and fell almost immediatly into a deep sleep.

Seeing the vampire close his eyes and the heavy heaving starting to slow, Xander thought about who would be so sadistic as to go beyond a brutal beating and actually destroy a once proud being, an evil but proud being all the same.

Sitting at the edge of the bed while still caressing the drying hair, he wondered what would happen now.

*****
Part 10:

Running from one corner of the crypt to the other, trying to get away from the taller five in the small room with him, Spike was trying to tell them to leave him alone, confused when he kept hearing himself tell the laughing males to do whatever they liked to him.

"Do what you like mate, I don't give a shit"

Shaking his head, denying what he had just heard himself say, he made a dash for the crumbling stairs.

Pushed to the ground, he was quickly surrounded by the camoflage wearing group. Lying on his back, Spike looked up at the intense smirking faces in panic.

"Im just a slut, fuck me over, I'm begging for it"

Widening his eyes in shock at the words, he struggled in vain as the larger hands grabbed at him once again. As he was being hauled towards the stone slab, he pulled with all his might, trying to get free from the the five who were agreeing with him.

Pussy, Whore, Slag, Fuck Toy.

"Damn, you boys are getting me hot, keep going and I'm going to explode"

Whimpering as he recognised the betraying voice, he was thrown face down on the cold hard slab, feeling it slam into his stomach that was aching from the punches that Riley and Martinez has gifted him with, he felt rough hands reaching around to his lower front.

Feeling his shoulder muscles and ligaments protesting as he was streched over the wide expanse with Riley and Graham on each arm hauling his upper body towards them as they stood on the other side snickering at him, Spike kicked at the hands on either leg that were helping the soldier behind him work his tight black jeans down his trembling legs. Feeling the movements stop as the clothing reached his still attached boots, his stomach clenched in both pain and fear as he saw the beam of one of the torches glinting off a knife that Graham tossed to the people behind and either side of him. Hearing the knife work its way into his docs, he started kicking harder at the hands holding on to his legs, connecting with one of them, he felt the pain in his head send him into a temporary blackout.

Coming to when he heard the ripping sounds of his already torn t-shirt, he whimpered at them to stop but his mouth having better ideas only told the men that the rougher it was, the better it would be for him.

Howling with laughter,the ex-commando standing directly behind him slapped hard at each exposed buttock. All the while, he tried to shut out the sound of his voice telling the man to slap him harder and not to spare anything. Shutting his eyes tightly at the request of the mexican that he was going to be lifted up for easier access, he squealed in pain when he felt the large blunt fingertips dig into the already bruised flesh where he had been kicked previously.

"If you're going to fuck me, I just wanna let ya know that I want it hard and long" Came the words from his trembling lips. Unable to stop himself, Spike instinctivly clenched at the feeling of a finger probe at the protesting ring, he gritted his teeth at what he knew was to come.

The pain came in one hot punch as the soldier ploughed his way through the protective muscles in one unlubricated push with his hard cock. With the tears streaming down his face, Spike yelped in agony at being brutally penetrated with no preperation.

"Jesus mate, you can do better than that, just go harder and I'll lay over easy for your mate's as well"

Shaking his head from side to side, trying to clear the haze that had sprung up from behind his eyes, the vampire felt his head connect with a loud thump on the hard marble when Riley reached over with an unoccupied hand to still his head.

Laughing and telling the soldier that was currently slamming into his bleeding arse to go harder, Spike tried to shut his mind as to what was happening to him. After what seemed like hours, but what could only have been minutes, he felt the hot cum in his brutalised passage sting the tears in the sensitive tissue. Gasping as the man pulled out to a resounding chorus of cheers, he saw the man blow kisses at him while relieving Graham from the hold on his right arm. Graham, slapping the dark haired male on the back in praise, walked around the back of Spike all the while undoing his belt and pulling at the zipper keeping his army pants up.

Moving his head from side to side again as he felt the soldiers hands on each hip, the blonde sucked in his breath but was once again unable to stop him self from saying do it harder baby to the man who was currently pushing his way through the steadily bruising tissue.

The trembling man moaned in pain as he was unable to do anything but put up with feeling the other 3 members of the team stretch his arse beyond the limits of normal. His stomach was gurgling and leaping in reaction to the much swallowed cum from before this little turn of events and he was sure that the banging of his tender muscles against the hard stone wasn't helping at all either.

Now crying in full force in front of the former Initiative members, Spike was humiliated to hear himelf say the he had enjoyed it thoroughly and to reward them all for one of the best arse fucks he had ever received, he was going to personally clean off the taller mens cocks, all five of them. Reminding them that he was really good at this, Spike asked for the first to step up so that he could begin. With shoulders shaking in pain and fright, he could't understand why he was saying the very opposite to what he wanted to say, he was shoved off the slab with such a force that he landed a good few feet from the stone coffin.

Feeling the ribs that must have been broken by Grahams numerous kicks when he had spat out the soldiers seed after being forced to suck the man off, he was forced onto all fours by two of the shorter men. All the men had pulled up their pants after screwing Spike but hadn't zippered them up and it looked like a very long night the vampire thought.

Swallowing in nervous fright as he saw Corey approach his open mouth while fiddling his open pants to get his already hardening dick out again, Spike could hear a noise behind him. Listening to what would hopefully take his mind off the revolting task infront of him, he closed his mind and eyes to what his mouth was doing with the hot flesh inserted firmly between his lips. Hearing what sounded like his name being said louder and louder, the blonde felt soft hands running through his hair, panicking that the soldier was preparing to shove his cock down his throat as far as it go, Spike started gagging in fear.

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"Spike, wake up!"

"SPIKE....SPIKE, WILL YOU WAKE UP?"

Xander was running his fingers gently through the gagging blondes hair as he shouted at the male to wake up from whatever obvious nightmare that he was currently stuck in.

He had gone to sleep with not a problem earlier on only to wake up to the whimpering noises that had grown steadly louder from next to him. Leaning over to turn on the bedside light, he had been stunned to see the vampire in the throes of what seemed to be a very vivid dream. Watching in sleepy annoyance tinged with growing concern for the demons state of mind, he had looked on as the almost healed man had started to sob from whatever was being played out inside his tortured mind.

"Come on Spike, I know that you can hear me. Just wake up and everything will be all right."

Xander continued to stroke his long fingers through the soft down like hair. Frowning as he could see that the dream had too much of a hold on the demon, he reached out his hand and with a little pause, he slapped none too gently at the totally healed face.

Jerking awake at the warm bloom across his cheek, the startled vampire looked wildly around the room to see if his jumbled dreams had somehow come true.

~ Bloody Hell, the whelp must have slapped me! ~

"Are you ok?"

Hearing the concern for him in the boys sleepy voice, Spike turned to face the brunette laying beside him.

~No, not really. But I'm fucking glad you woke me up boy. ~

Nodding his head in the boys direction, Spike sighed as the last of his tears tapered off. Embarassed that he had been once again crying after almost 2 weeks after his attack, he threw back the worn blankets and sheets and hobbled to the kitchen. Reaching into the cupboard with a shaking hand and pulling out two glasses, he looked over at Xander and shook one of the empty vesels at him.

Xander nodded his head at the visibly trembling man.

"Um..yeah, thanks"

~ Not a bloody problem Harris, least that the former Sunnydale Terror can do for his human keeper ~

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Shaking his head and making a few strangled noises in the boys direction, Spike finished filling the second glass and hobbled back towards the bed only spilling a few drops of water from each glass due to his ungainly walk.

Handing one to the steadily awakening boy, he placed his own glass on the floor beside the bed as he climbed back into it. Not looking at Xander in humiliation as the young scooby member sipped at the cold water, he lay on his virtually healed back with only minimum discomfort and tried to find solace from his nightmare in the scungy roof.

"I have to go back to work on Monday. You will have to look after yourself now, maybe you could find another crypt or even an abandoned warehouse or factory that you could move into now that your pretty much right."

~ Don't want to leave pet. I hate that I'm like this, I hate the way I feel. I'm a bloody demon, William the Fucking Bloody and I dont want to leave here because I'm scared! ~

Unable to voice his fears to the person next to him, Spike shrugged, grunted and turned on his side away from Xander.

~ What the hell do I do if Arsewipe and Pricks find me again because they sure as hell won't leave me alive next time. I don't really want to die just yet, I may have thoughts of how easy it would be to just blow away but when it comes down to the crunch of it, my survival instinct is too strong. ~

Xander sighed at the blonde rolling onto his side so that his hack was facing him, he thought about the people who had beaten and raped the demon. Not knowing who they were and therefore being unable to take that threat away for the vampire, he was concerned for the smaller mans saftey. He still didn't like the vampire but just thinking about the damage to the disabled blondes body got him hot under the collar. He wanted the vampire to leave but he also didn't want to deliver the man straight back into danger.

Turning off the lamp on the table beside his side of the bed, he snuggled down into barly warm cover. Feeling the vampire move around the bed, he started to feel himself get tired again and closing his eyes, the last thing that registered on his mind was the feel of a smaller hand clutch at his larger warmer hand and hold onto it tightly. Not being bothered to shake the other hand off, he let the images rush towards him that signalled the beginning of a technicolour dream.

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