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Title: Loyal and Gentle Author: Archived at: Here only.
Pairing: Xander/Spike Rating: Mature Audiences – for content and themes. Also species manipulation & dark themes.
Summary: Petxander is very childlike pupose bred and pampered... and yet... when a dimensional shift pushes the two between their realms... Poor Master? Poor Pet!!? .
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.
It was a thing called Christmas… Key!Dawn had explained to him years ago (and many times since) what that meant, but he was still always a little confused. Apparently the whole fuss was something about compulsory family meals, and presents and a demon with a long white beard and rather silly costume who raced around giving presents to human children as long as they were good pets. And there was also some thing about a stable and a baby who was the son of a god? It was all too odd and the High Wiccan Mistress Willow said not to worry, and that her family had always had different ceremonies because her parents had a god that didn’t have a son. She then went on to tell him that her Wiccan Goddess didn’t mind who had a son and that they simply gave thanks to the earth at the Winter solstice. At least that made some sort of sense.
The eighty five year old white haired Willow patted him kindly as he waited for Master, she then used the sofa as leverage to stand again and asked if he would like to share eggnog and cookies. After sixty plus ‘Seasons to be jolly’ (and something about fah lah lah), Pet!Xander *knew* that Willow’s eggnog was a once a year thing! He nodded politely and put the back of her hand to his cheek as thanks. He was allowed to speak of course, but this was about good manners. The magical human servant of Master was worthy of his respect.
Master called on the cell phone to reassure his dear Pet that he was only minutes away, so the still youthful looking pet simply knelt at the door and waited.
The key in the door mere minutes later marked his Master’s arrival, thankfully, just in time for eggnog!. Xander sported fine silk/satin black pyjamas around the house in this weather – both elegant and warm – and matched by his wonderful Master’s attire when at home. It had been a habit in the last thirty years or so. The ‘PJs’ had been specifically designed so his Master’s turning mark and Xander’s pretty rose gold collar (his second one – after the first wore out) were free of encumbrances whilst home.
Key!Dawn had taken him shopping earlier that day – she always did that at this time of year. He knew now that he had the right to pick out something special for his Master. The first few times he had cried into her arms as he simply could not decide something as important as providing Master with a gift, but over the years had come to enjoy the look of surprise and adoration that came from each tribute to his wonderful Master. And that’s what they were… A tribute, a pledge of devotion, an indication of his undying love… and Master seemed to understand at the first stressful acceptance of his offering.
The Master had greeted the gift with such excitement and grateful hugs that the dear Pet nearly passed out with the emotion of the moment. Thereafter Master gifted him with a present each year also (even though claiming that the Christmas thing ‘means nothing to a Vampire, pet’): an exquisite thumb ring matching Master’s; his brilliant rose gold collar of thirty years ago; the glorious new king sized bed; the trip to a beautiful resort in Tahiti… Yet the best gifts, the best years, were always those when his wonderful Master just gave him time and gifted him with a long lazy day of lovemaking with some new toy, followed by hours of soft touches and extended kissing.
But this was the best Christmas so far. Master wandered in, pulled him to the ancient beanbag and accepted his gift of an exclusive, beautiful scent (Key!Dawn had chosen it), then they shared the eggnog handed to Master by a smiling Willow who withdrew immediately, leaving the two to their ‘reacquaintance’.
“You remember we’re visitin’ your brother tonight?”
Xander smiled into the chest he was currently cuddled into, “Yes Master. Thank you Master.”
“You remember that time is faster there?” Spike looked worriedly at his charge, knowing full well that even if the dear boy had no idea he would say yes to please his Master, but was pleased to see real understanding. After so many visits and Sunnydale!Xander’s turning Pet!Xander seemed to (finally) understand.
They were met at the portal by AU!Spike and his Childe Xander. The claimed Childe’s human children, grandchildren and great grandchildren still living with the Master were all there, all perfectly trained and delighted to see their ‘other world uncle and his Master’.
S!Spike rejoiced in the reunion of the AU!Xander and his extended family, and marvelled at the turned Sunnydale!Xander. The man was perfectly formed, beautifully trained and completely devoted to his AU!Master. The white streaked brunette sat at his Master’s feet, attentive to both his Sire and the tiny children – his great grand children - played at his feet. What did not escape S!Spike was the delight his other self took in the young ones. AUSpike looking on just as any proud, indulgent grandparent might.
Minutes later AU!Angelus arrived along with Mistress Clarissa and all their relative pets and entourage, and the solstice celebrations started for real.
At the end of an ample meal, Pet!Xander lay watching eight tiny brunettes, all under five and all of his brother’s line. His head rested in Master’s lap and a slow hand stroked through his hair. He now understood Key!Dawn and all the television ads, this was truly a reason (or was that season?) to by jolly.