Title: The Prisons We Make
Chapter: 13 of 18
Disclaimer: I'm not Joss
Warnings: angst, slash, violence, slavery, dub-con
Summary: It's over a decade since Sunnydale collapsed, and Xander is doing time. A fellow prisoner mentions a vampire he once saw displayed at a tourist trap. Freedom doesn't come easy.
AN: This fic is complete and I'll post a chapter a day. Enormous thanks to beta hello_spikey and her very helpful comments! And also enormous thanks to sentine , who has provided three amazing banners! I couldn't possibly pick just one, so I'll be rotating them. As always, your comments are what keep my muse alive!
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Thank you for voting! The impatient have won, so I'll continue posting 2 chapters a day. :-) At the end of this chapter we have special bonus art, courtesy of the very talented magixa !
( It was really hard to argue when Spike was under the covers with him, one hand playing idly with Xander’s nipples while his mouth suckled lightly on Xander’s neck.... )