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The Demon's Way	By : Ryoko21 Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5640 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For an entire week the witches kept Xander solidly unconscious while they forced his body to heal rapidly. Said the pain of it would drive him insane, but I couldn’t see how it could be any more than what he’d already been through. Jase would tell me that they’d had to snap most of the bones in his arms, hands, and feet back into place before they could heal. He said that Xander’s body had taken well to the magics that healed scratches and bruises, but that he didn’t dare use strong enough magic to heal an infection on as sensitive an area as the face, so his eyes would have to heal the old fashioned way, though drops and antibiotics. Apparently while he was scrounging, Xander hadn’t had time to properly care for the hole where he’d lost his right eye, and in time it had gotten infected enough to spread to his left, rendering him nearly blind. Jase told me later that, with his wounds, starvation, dehydration, and the fever from infection, he doubted that Xander would have lasted another day if we hadn’t found him.
And because he’d been that close to death’s door, it took a full month before Xander came to place that could relatively be called lucid. It wasn’t consciousness, because he was still a beast, attacking the witches and healers any time he could. The demon inside of him must have been able to smell power on Jase, because he said that Xander had never attacked him without provocation, but it got bad enough with the others that Jase had to put a spell on Xander’s jaws and teeth to keep him from killing someone.
It was hard to connect the timid, awkward Xander from Sunnydale with the snarling beast that now prowled the basement of the abandoned office building I’d made my own. I went down to see him every few days as he was recovering, but for the most part he just slept on a mat in the corner of a darkened room, growling at anyone who came near. Feedin’ him was a problem, because he ignored anything cooked and rarely ate raw meet, but we found that he’d attack and eat pretty much any small animal we put in the room. We fed him rabbits, mostly. He seemed to like chickens the best, but I’d seen enough dead birds with Dru to know what a mess they make, so we stuck mostly to rodents and lagomorphs.
I guess I’ve always had a thing for the crazies. After so many years with Dru, it didn’t seem like a big deal that Xan had gone off the deep end. I’d go down every couple of days and treat him like I did Dru when she’d gone into a bad swing. Sometimes I’d hum to him, and if he was feeling particularly sociable I’d stroke his hair, but for the most part I just sat with him and gave him some company. That, and put those damnable drops in his eye and the hole where he’d lost one. Xan was pretty good most of the time, but get anywhere near his face and you’d see a whole new creature. Jase could handle him pretty well, but the witches were scared out of their gourds of the beast, so I’d give Jase a night off when I could. Damn, though, Xan could take a chunk out of a man. I left the basement on several occasions and was asked by fledges why they hadn’t been invited to the battle.
It wasn’t like I didn’t have other things to do while the whelp was healing. I mean, I wasn’t spending every minute with him, but he couldn’t have been in better hands, and I was dealing with my own shite. Since Sunnydale had been lost to the monsters, demonic activity in all the surrounding areas had more than doubled. I had my hands full simply keeping my area under control, with how many rogue demons were coming up. I spent most nights patrolling, and had to put down several uprisings from groups of demons along with all the loner demon killings I was doing.
So it wasn’t until three months had passed and he showed no signs of standing upright and not biting people that I started getting worried.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t gotten any better. Physically, he was nearly healed. His eye was still a little milky with infection, but he could follow movements just fine, especially when he was glaring hungrily at the witches when they skittered through the basement like the frightened rabbits they were offering. Jase had managed to convince him to change into a mostly human version of his were-form. Instead of a mutated werewolf, he was now a mostly human version of a hyena. His ears were still completely hyena, rounded and covered in soft brown fur, placed high on his head. His teeth were sharp and strong, but at least there were the proper amount for his mouth. His hair was lighter, a more cinnamon-brown shade than the nearly black color it had been before, and now it extended partially down his back in a short main. A light dusting of tan fur and brown spots covered the rest of his torso, then a short, thick tail came off the base of his spine. His hands and feet still held short, strong claws, but at least his fingers and toes were mostly human once again. No one had dared to try to get him in clothing, so it was easy to see how much and how little of him was human.
And then, in another two weeks, Jase finally got his eye cleared up. I came down one night and was pleased to find two dark brown eyes staring intently at me. And then I was shocked.
“Holy hell! He regrows organs? Awesome!”
“He does not regrow organs, you twit,” Jase said, rolling his eyes. “I managed to get a good quality replacement eye from a dwarven dealer. I’ve just been waiting for the infection in his other eye to clear up so that it wouldn’t spread to the new one and wreck all my hard work. I thought he’d rather enjoy having his depth perception back, but it seems to have backfired on me.”
“What are you talking about, mate? He seems more active than I’ve seen him in weeks,” I told him, watching Xander prowl around the walls of the basement. The only furniture in the large room was a table, a cabinet, and single bed, so Xander had most of the room to move around in.
“That’s the problem. Now that he’s fully functional, he’s been lunging at everyone, even me. The witches won’t even come down the stairs any more, and I nearly lost a finger when I tried to see how his new eye is functioning.”
“So? Toss the wanker down. I know you’ve got the power for it.”
“I don’t want to keep using spells on him. It’s not like using physical force when you use a spell. I could hurt him accidentally.”
“Well you can’t let him keep getting away with this,” I said, noting the dominant posturing and aggressive growls. “If he wants to be the alpha in this pack, he’s got to earn it,” I said, then strolled out of the stairwell and into the room.
Xander was on me in an instant. His teeth bared, those sharp fangs sank into my shoulder and I felt them grind on the bone. I hissed, feeling my face warp into my demon form, and tossed him off hard enough to slam him into a wall.
“Don’t be too hard with him, he’s still healing,” Jase cautioned as Xander rebounded off the wall and sprawled on the floor. A second later he shook himself, then was once again flying at me, this time tackling me to the ground and pinning me there with the sheer ferocity of his teeth and claws.
“You’re talkin’ to the wrong demon!” I shouted at Jase, although I didn’t have any actual fear that I would lose. Xander was still a kid, after all, and I was a much older, stronger demon. I tossed him to the side, letting him roll until he landed on his back. He scrambled, trying to get back to his feet, but I pinned him on his back before he could manage it. With his belly up, Xander was much more vulnerable, and he knew it. He thrashed in my grip as I moved over top of him, taking his throat in my powerful jaws and biting down until I tasted blood. As the rich, gamey taste flooded through my mouth Xander finally settled down and began to whine at me. I pulled back, quickly licking the wounds on his neck closed, and prepared for him to bolt away from me. Xander, to my surprise, began to nuzzle and lick at my face and throat, staying on his back and keeping his hands unthreateningly at his sides. The whining, too, continued even as I removed my weight from him and let him sit up.
“It looks like you managed to dominate him,” Jase said, coming to kneel beside us. Xander instantly started growling at him, baring fangs aggressively, but a short growl from me caused him to glance between me and Jase, and then he settled again.
“He seems alright now,” I said softly, putting a hand on Xander’s shoulder as Jase moved closer and leaned over the boy. Cautiously, ever aware of the teeth that were so close at hand, Jase gently examined Xander’s eyes.
“I wish you’d done that weeks ago,” Jase said as he finished and sat back. “This is the most well behaved he’s been in months.”
“Eh, apparently it was a fluke,” I told him as Xander began rubbing his face against my shirt. A moment later he started becoming more forceful, knocking me over with his shoulder and continuing to nuzzle my throat. “What in the hell is he doin’?”
“I think he’s trying to show his loyalty.”
“Then why is he biting me?” I asked as he began giving a series of small nips to my torso.
“You do realize that some types of demons show loyalty through sex, right?”
“What!”
“You know, you’ve dominated him, so you’ve pretty much won the right to screw him.”
“No, I… I… Shit! Can’t you do something?”
My clothes disappeared.
“Not that! Anything but that! What the hell are you doing?”
“Trying to get you laid?”
“No! Bad mage! Bad, bad mage!”
“Look, pushing him away right now could make him feel rejected and send him spiraling into depression. Accepting him will give him a sense of pack, which could make him feel safe enough for the human part of him to come back out.”
“You’re making this shit up!” I yelled, trying to hold onto Xander without actually touching him. He seemed determined to get as close to my groin as he could, and holding him away from it wasn’t proving to work much better, since his wiggling against me was turning me on.
“Maybe, but nothing else has worked so far.”
“Then what makes you think this will work?”
“Nothing, but you two look hot together,” he said, giving me a lecherous grin.
“You. Out. Now.”
“Oh come on! After all my hard work with him, I can’t even watch?”
“No.”
“That’s totally unfair!”
“I’ll show you unfair when I put my foot up your ass!”
“Ooh, kinky.”
“Get out!” I roared, which finally sent Jase flouncing toward the stairs.
“Fine, fine, but you’d better make this up to me sometime,” he said huffily, then trounced up the stairs and was finally, thankfully gone.
And a second later I desperately wished he was back, because being alone with a naked, willing Xander was not what I had intended at all. To make matters worse, the noises he was making and the pheromones he projected were driving my demon half wild, and my human side couldn’t deny that sleeping with Xander seemed to be a pretty logical idea. It would make Xander feel safer, which might let his human side resurface, and if nothing else it would make him a hell of a lot more manageable as a demon.
I didn’t really think about it much. I guess I never do, when it comes down to the serious stuff, I just go with what my gut tells me. Xander was more than willing, obviously, and I found that somewhere deep down inside I wanted to dominate the body beneath me. More than that, I wanted to help the boy inside the demon shell, and if screwing him would make that happen, what the hell was I waiting for?
“If we’re going to do this,” I growled at Xander, grabbing his arms and pinning him to the floor, “we’re going to do it my way,” I told him, and he whined agreeably even though I doubt he couldn’t understand what I was saying. I kissed his lips then, knowing that he probably didn’t know the significance of the move but feeling that it was the right thing to do anyway. He didn’t bite me, which I was grateful for, but he didn’t really respond until I slipped my tongue out and licked his lips, at which point he joined eagerly. I spent a moment tasting him, getting to know his flavor beyond the lingering traces of rabbit blood and his smell beyond the strong scent of herbs and antibiotics. Once I knew I could find him from miles and know him even blindfolded, I pulled back and released him.
I expected Xander to turn over and offer himself to me, but I think he took my retreat as another rejection, and instead he followed me, nosing and licking at my groin. I a gasped and couldn’t help a moan as his tongue lapped at the head of my manhood. He took that as encouragement, and was soon lapping diligently at my dick. Hell, the boy might have been nuts, but he knew what to do to please a man. In just a few minutes, I was panting, despite the lack of need for air, and ready to move to the next stage.
I gave a growl low in my throat, causing Xander to back off, then got to my knees. Xander eyed me hungrily, then turned around and laid his head and arms on the floor, keeping his legs slightly bent and spread wide. It looked almost like he was getting ready to bolt away, and only his eyes burning into my form convinced me that he would let me mount him. Open like he was, his chest heaving and his manhood bobbing between his spread legs, he looked like some kind of primitive incubus. I didn’t have much trouble imagining this creature seducing men into sin.
I crawled up behind him, licking my fingers to prepare him, but when my hand strayed toward his entrance his ears went back and he snarled angrily, preparing to snap at me. I knew better than to get in another fight with him under these conditions, and I knew how strong his body was now that it was healed, so if he didn’t want me making this easier for him I wasn’t going to fight. I growled back but moved my hands up to his ribcage, holding on as I leaned over him and positioned myself. When the head of my dick was pressed against his opening, I took the back of his neck in my jaws and began to slowly press forward, knowing he wasn’t prepared. I expected him to snarl and thrash in pain, but instead he yowled and bucked his hips against me. It was only knowing that he hadn’t been prepared and had probably never done this before that made me hold onto his hips, keeping him from forcing himself back on me. He continued to growl and yip impatiently until I was firmly inside. He growled low in his throat as I started thrusting, too low for a purr but too pleased to be a real growl. His body was hot around me and he thrust back as eagerly as I thrust forward, slamming our bodies together so fiercely that some demons probably would have been injured. Xander growled in pleasure, the sound sending ripples of pleasure through my body so strong that with a roar of my own I slammed home and spilled my warm seed into his hot body.
Sweaty and panting, I pulled out of Xander and fell to the side, only to have him turn and once again begin licking my face and neck. I patted his head and rubbed his arm, hoping he’d calm down and sleep soon, before I noticed the fact that his dick was still fully erect, dripping precum down its length. I reached out to touch it, but he shied away, baring his teeth. I guessed that hyena pack leaders probably didn’t return the favor in situations like this, but I also knew that he wouldn’t settle down with something like that between his legs, so I lunged at him, pinning him on his back with his throat once again between my teeth. He went limp instantly, whining piteously, especially when I took his cock in my hand. The whining turned to yowling, however, when I began rubbing his length, and a moment later I leaned down, delivered a quick lick to the head of it, then bit down on his thigh, drawing blood. Xander gasped and snarled, but didn’t move to attack as I lapped at the blood, tying him to me as my mate for however the hell long a hyena mating lasts. With that done, I turned my attention to his neglected cock, quickly bringing him to climax and letting him spill his seed on the floor. His body, which had been tense as a bowstring, went completely limp, and he just barely managed to whine and bring himself to curl up beside me. I was just as spent, if not more. To hell with it all, I decided, then curled around him and fell asleep.
Things improved drastically, but not in any way I had hoped. Xander was much better behaved and never attacked Jase again, though he still nipped at the witches every once in a while. He continued to heal and, with his new-found good behavior, Jase convinced me to take him out hunting for deer at least twice a week, which gave Xander food that more closely resembled his natural prey, gave the pup some exercise, and we both really enjoyed anyway. It was amazing to watch the skilled predator Xander had become.
But that was all he was. There was still no sign of the human boy that had once inhabited the now-demonic body. Even three weeks after we had coupled, Xander was still nothing more than a glorified pet.
“So how long until he starts yammerin’ again?” I asked Jase one night after Xander had been fed and was curled up in my lap, lazing.
“Never, if this keeps up,” Jase said with a sigh, flopping down beside us and rubbing Xander’s ear. “I’ve tried everything magically I can think of, and there’s nothing left. The only thing we can do is to convince the demon that it shouldn’t be there or the human that it should. None of the positive reinforcement has worked and I’ve just about run out of ideas with the negative.”
“Negative reinforcement? Like, you’re hurtin’ him?” I asked, upset even by the thought.
“Only when he asks,” Jase joked in his usual pervert fashion. “No, I’m actually trying to frighten the demon into the recesses of Xander’s mind. So far I’ve tried loud noises, fires, and falling, but none of it has worked.”
“You’ll never frighten Xan with that shit,” I told him, grinning from ear to ear. “But I know something that’ll scare the pants off the wanker. Get your spells ready, ‘cause this demon’s about to be headin’ for the hills.”

It was only when Xander stumbled in that I realized how engrossed I had been in Spike’s story.
“What are you guys doing?” he wondered, coming to plop down beside us on the bed. With his sleep-tussled hair and his goofy grin, I had to wonder at how frightening he had seemed last night. In the morning light he seemed to be completely Xander again.
“Tellin’ the story of your life, pet. Here, why don’t you take over?” Spike said, stretching and getting up. “We were just at the part where your human half comes back out. I’m goin’ to get some brekkie, so you two behave while I’m gone,” Spike said, then walked out of the room. I expected to feel some kind of nervousness about being alone with Xander, but I couldn’t seem to rally any fear as he gave me a warm grin and leaned back against the head of the bed, crossing his legs and closing his eyes.
“Man, this is some story.”
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