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Chiaroscuro	By : winterlive Category: > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 1952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Outside, the rain hissed as it fell in sheets on the black pavement. It rolled down the fire escapes and awnings in fat drops to splat on the ground, run through the hair and clothes of those who stood by the door, trying to persuade the flat-faced men on guard duty that they were worthy to come in. No matter what they said, what they offered, no matter how often they returned, the burly pair didn't flinch. Could've been CIA for all the humor they displayed. They knew who was allowed, knew what to look for, and these desperate fucks weren't it.
Xander emerged into the night with relief, bursting out of the door and raking his hair out of his eyes. He let his head drop back, face to the black sky, closed his eyes and let the rain wash the smoke and stink of that place out of his nose, off of his fingers. God, that was hell. But, hey, could've been worse. Might not have found what I wanted. Could've let that Willow chick take me for the whole 5K I brought. He opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder at the man who'd followed him obediently from the club.
Even in the rain, he held his head high. The rain ran down his cheeks, softened his slicked-back hair so it curled over his forehead. His eyes were cast to the pavement at Xander's feet, and his hands were clasped at his back. Xander thought again of the two thousand dollars he'd managed to keep in his pocket. I would have paid it. It would have been worth it. Xander couldn't wait to get him home.
He took the man by the leash and started toward the end of the alley. It was expected; if he hadn't, the bouncers would have been suspicious, maybe started asking questions. Better to just give them what they wanted to see.
At the other end of the leash, the blond followed him, matching his pace exactly, keeping the leash taut between them, but not needing to be dragged. Xander was impressed - he'd been told about this, that the Slave would expect to be led, and that when being led this way, they'd walk right into a wall unless told otherwise by the subtle signals sent along the leash. He tried to remember those signals as best he could - pretty simple at this point, just lots of 'forward' - as he reached the end of the alley and hailed a cab.
He decided to forgo the leash signals and spoke directly to the man in his practiced boss-voice. "Get in."
The blond hesitated for a split second.
Then, he opened the back door and climbed into the cab, moving to the far side.
Xander dropped his leash, letting him get comfortable, and followed him in. He rattled off the address to his apartment to the cabbie, then leaned back against the ratty vinyl seat and looked at his new 'friend'.
He was stunningly beautiful, no question about that. Muscular and lean, a body anybody would envy. But that wasn't what had drawn Xander to him, what had made him select this man from the crowd at the club. Something about him was magnetic. Electric. He seemed full of energy, but it was all leashed, carefully controlled. He crackled with it, and when Xander�d seen that, mixed up in all that beauty, he�d known it was exactly what he needed.
He called up the canvas at home in his mind�s eye. A vivid scene, a rumpled bed, outlined in crimson, violet, hurt and misery. It was seedy and mean, like the club they�d just come from, the bed curtains ripped and hanging limply from their rings. It could have been a rape crime scene or the office of a ten dollar whore. There were stains that nobody wanted to contemplate too deeply, and cruel rents in the sheets. A bed, meant to mean comfort and safety and rest, and it was less than all that, horror and malevolence and cruelty� but above all, sadness. Burnt sienna and umber were sadness.
This man before him, this golden god, sold like chattel to feed some power-mad lunatic's lust and need for control... he would be the centerpiece of the painting, the jewel in Xander's crown at the showing in New York. Finally, after months of hunting for the right model, after months of disappointment and failure and someone who had beauty but not suffering, or suffering but not pathos, or pathos but not power, finally... Xander'd found him. The relief was flowing through him still, had been since he'd come out of the club. It was deeply gratifying, and Xander took a moment to enjoy it.
Only one problem now. Xander coughed, just thinking about the Problem. When Giles had told him about Slaves, he'd mentioned the twist in the idea, and Xander'd convinced him that it wasn't a big enough Problem that he couldn't deal with it, if it meant he'd get his model. Giles had seemed dubious, but had taught him what he'd needed to know anyway, and Xander'd pretty much ignored the Problem until now. Right now. In the cab. With this guy he barely knew. A total stranger, really. It seems like an obvious problem, when you think about it. I've bought a really expensive, highly trained prostitute. So how do I explain to him that I want him to pose for a painting when he expects me to...
Xander shook his head as images of the blond man next to him poured through his mind, shocking in their sheer detail. Xander thought he was a fairly open-minded guy, and though he'd never considered himself gay, it wasn't an idea that bothered him, really. Giles had said, though, that the Slave he'd get would expect to be... taken. Would see it as an insult, as an indication that he wasn't worthy, wasn't trained properly, was misbehaving, if Xander didn't take him. Xander'd insisted on a male for the painting, and Giles tried to explain, but Xander'd waved away his concerns.
Now that he was in the cab with this person... this real person... Xander felt nervous and almost giddy. Didn't want to upset him, or make him feel badly. Knowing what he was meant to do didn't bother him when the model hadn�t had a face, was still some unknown guy with a weird sexual fetish. But with Killer Cheekbones staring out the window beside him... Xander was uncomfortably aware of some very confusing possibilities.
The light in the cab turned on, and Xander squinted against the brightness, belatedly registering the fact that the cab had stopped moving.
Oh. We're home.
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