Working Title: Loyal and Gentle
Archived at: Here only...
Rating: Mature Audiences – for content and themes. Also species manipulation & dark themes.
Summary: see above
Warnings: M/M – if you don’t like boys together, don’t play here! Not BDSM but slavery of sorts
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.
His Pet was inconsolable he had lost both his dear daughters in the last two years and his son was failing. They had both been in their nineties, though dear Chris slipped into 'vagueness' and failed sooner. At seventy seven he still knew that his darling had died ten years earlier. But that and many ancient memories seemed all he was able to access these days as he accused his carers of not feeding him *immediately* after breakfast; or of stealing things from his room; and he regularly sat on the garden chair waiting for a taxi… that would never come. In fact that was when he was most happy.
The handlers were wonderful and the elderly human never happier than when told what to do and where to go, the only distressing thing being that he kept asking for Sahil. To which the staff were instructed now to say “He’s waiting for you darling, so come on.” The beloved pet of Master, son of his Childe and Sire via insemination, passed into the realm of childhood and fantasy as he approached his eightieth year and at eighty two, died quietly in his sleep.
For his father and many children it was almost a relief as he slipped to the point of needing an incontinence pad and not recognizing them. He had, at that point truly returned to a newborn. Happy to gain hug but no idea why the person giving it was doing it, nor why they might be sobbing.
It was the hardest part of Xander’s vampire status, but he was thankful to have the most *wonderful* of Sires… and GrandSires. Master_Spike and Master_Angelus were both extraordinarily tender(!) as his children passed, he could not have asked for more understanding Masters/Sires. Every time, his Master shed tears and comforted him, not just for days but for weeks and months beyond every time he needed it.
One hundred years on, Jacinta ran at heel with the GrandSire who was now in his three hundred and fifty seventh year as a vampire. She had a new, pretty, white gold harness as acknowledgement of her new status as his Pet. Master_Angel, going against all his own dictates had eventually claimed the very sweet girl.
She was his constant companion, just as Pet!Xander was Spike’s. The two were distressed by the passing of various human household members, and were treated most kindly as the Master’s too grieved.
Pet!Xander was his Master’s darling and was admired by not only demon but also humans!
His lead was always used in public though was so long and lax as to not warrant any sort of restraint. But what the dear pet adored, was his new locket on his collar. It had been given to him by Master – and fixed in place with one of Dawn’s last blessings before she passed (a green flash of energy giving Sunnydale Spike some hope that she had returned to her natural state). He touched it then the claim mark constatly whenever Master was not present.
He couldn't imagine life without Pet!Jacinta, and was thrilled when the Grandsire took her for his own.
It was mid evening and they were on their pet bags half listening to their Masters working. She smiled across at him and silently mouthed, "Love Masters, Love You". He reached out and took her hand, squeezing it affectionately.