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Xander's Slavedom	By : bulldogmo Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Xander > Angel(us)/Xander Views: 5978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or AtS. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2

As they pulled up in front of Hyperion, Angel asked that the driver wait a few minutes. The driver told him that he was under strict order to obey Angel for the next 72 hours as were the replacements that would be needed, as he was, of course, only human.

Chuckling at the one thing the whole evening he found really funny, he straightened his tux and walked in. Checking his watch, he saw that it was just after 12:30am so the crew would still be up and alert. Damn, just when he needed everyone to be home and asleep.

As he walked in, everyone looked up, saw it was him and relaxed. They stopped reaching for weapons hidden around the lounge and he sighed, knowing that in 5 … 4 … 3 … 2 …1 ...Cordy.

“So how went the big Underworld snorty shindig? What type of auction was it, a charity auction or was it really a slave auction? Because I got to say like…ew … but if that is what the demons want…”

“Cordy, please shut up for a few minutes. I have some good news and some VERY bad news.”

“Okay, since your bad news is usually world ending, let’s try the good news this time shall we?” Wes said.

“Xander Harris is still alive.”

*Thud*

“Cordy!”

“Princess…”

“My Word.”

“Whaaat happened? I thought Angel said Xander was still alive.”

“I did Cordy. I found him tonight.”

‘OH MY GOD! He was at the slave thingie. He’s been a Slave, hasn’t he.” She rushed over to the weapons cabinet, grabbed a short sword and some stakes before looking back.

She screeched, “Come on people, I’m not letting my ex-boyfriend be a slave. Get over here, grab some weapons and let’s get a move on. Move it or I will light a fire under your asses that you will feel until next week.”

They all started to move with a speed that Angel had never got out of them before.

“Hold it …now just wait a minute … if you will let me explain …”

Meanwhile people were running about, making plans. Cordy was on the phone, trying to reach Sunndydale, knowing that Buffy and Willow would want in on this. Seeing her on the phone, Angel used his demon speed and grabbed the phone away from her, inadvertently crushing the hand set.

“NO!!... No phone, NO WEAPONS… and NO SLAYER.

“AND WHY THE HELL NOT? I know you don’t like Xander, but not even you would want him to be a slave to a demon.”

Pulling his hair out, Angel stompped to the middle of the room, “If you all will sit down and let me explain.”

“Okay, but it better be good, or you’re getting a holy water cocktail in the morning, buster,” Cordy said, as she flopped down on the lounge couch.

“Yes, Xander was, is and, unfortunately, always will be a slave because of what has been done to him over the last two years. I bullied my way through the bullshit and bought him for $1. He is outside in the limo and Cordy, you even move a muscle so help me God, I’m stealing back all my credit cards you have.

“This is what we are going to do right now. Charles and Wes, there are a shit load of boxes in the trunk of the limo. I need you to get them and start going through them. Leave the red manuals alone, those are mine and mine alone. Cordy, darling, you will review in detail the video tapes and give me a summary. You don’t have to be here in the office until you’re done; you can do this at home. Fred, remember how you were when you first got here? Well, Xander is going to be ten times worse and, until can I see how much work it is going to be to acclimate him back into society, if at all, we are going to need rooms. So I want you to take this card, find the largest suite of rooms in the hotel and fix it up. It must have at least 3 bedrooms; one for me and Xander and just strip the other two bare, I will handle those. The bathroom must have a Jacuzzi that sits at least two. Other than that, it’s up to you.”

“What you’re giving her charge of decorating and fixing up rooms and me tape duty? Have you gone mad?”

“NO,” roared Angel. “WHAT I AM IS TIRED OF YOU BEING AN INSENTIVE BITCH!!!! “Those tapes will show in great detail everything done to Xander, from the moment he was captured to the time he was taken to the slave house to be sold. I want you to see what happened to your friend. I want you to understand that there is more in life than what involves you,” snapped Angel.

By then Gunn and Wes had the boxes in and Cordy grabbed the ones with the tapes and stormed out of the office, not to be seen for days afterwards.

“Now I know I was hard on Cordy, but I had a reason to. I’m going to bring Xander in from the limo. He is unconscious and will be for the next forty-some hours. I’m putting him in my room until the suite is completed. I want you all to keep an eye on him for the next few hours while I go and get Giles.”

“Shouldn’t you call him first before you spring this news on him?” inquired Wesley.

“No, I think this is the type of news you have to tell someone face to face. Giles considered Xander his son and to know what has been done to him, and what he has and will go through for the rest of his life, he will need a target, and I’m volunteering to be that target. Again.”

Saying that, Angel turned and walked out to the limo to retrieve Xander. Finding him in the same spot as when he left him, he quickly carried him inside as if carrying a baby. Once he was inside the building he paused as if to give them a chance to see Xander.

“EEEP, he’s naked!!” screeched Fred, quickly turning her back.

“Angel, you could have at least put a covering over him,” Wesley admonished.

“Ya, dude, give the guy some respect,” Gunn said.

“Okay, this is going to take some time and more explaining, I guess. Let me put him to bed and I will be back.” Angel quickly went up stairs, opened his bedroom door and walked in. Placing Xander gently on the bed, he ran a finger down the side of his sleeping face and notice that, even asleep, he had the strained look of someone expecting to be hit or given some sort of pain. Quickly covering him up, Angel turned and left the room. This whole situation was playing havoc with his equilibrium. Part of him wanted to keep Xander as his slave, and treat him as such, while part of him wanted to break the training and bring him back to normal Xander. That is, if it was even possible.

Quickly walking downstairs, he saw that Lorne had joined his merry little group and he was not looking at all pleased.

“Cupcake, what is this about you buying a slave and bring him into our happy home?”

“Lorne, it’s true. He is an old friend who has been both magically, physically, chemically, and mentally transformed into the perfect slave. I could not not rescue him. But without my knowledge, he has become physically and chemically bonded to me. Without my blood or sex he will die a slow painful death.

“Now, as for the rest of you, a quick lesson in Slavery 101. Slaves do not wear clothes, they are forbidden to wear them, except fetish wear and are, in fact, trained to not wear them. If they do so it will cause them both physical and mental pain. NO slave will ever look you in the eyes, NO slave will talk back to you, NO slave will stand up to you, NO slave will eat human food. In fact, I don’t think Xander could if he wanted to. Because of the changes, I will have to look in the manuals to see what he can eat. All slaves eat and drink out of bowls on the floor. All slaves ask permission to go to the bathroom or even to leave the room. You may find him standing in the corner still as a statue; that is because no one has found him a task so he will find a way to be out of everyone’s way. They are trained NOT to move. I could put him in the courtyard and he would not move, no matter what, until he fainted from exhaustion.

“You will find that he will only obey my orders if I am around, but if I’m not he will follow yours to the letter, so be very careful how you ask something. If it requires him to leave the building he will do so, not even thinking of his nude status.

“Also, because of him being a slave he is mentally programmed to be a sex toy. When his body is ready and able to service me, as such, it will signal this by him getting hard. He will not even notice this as he is trained to ignore it. If you see him walking around here hard, and I will tell you now you can’t miss it, just do your best to ignore it or get me. The only way to get rid of it is a long bout of actual sex with his proper Master.

“Also, he has been changed chemically. He needs to have sex once a week with anyone in order to release the normal chemicals that his body needs to survive. The actual act of sex will release them for the week and then he is fine.

“Now if this is enough explanation, I have to go and pick up Giles. This is going to be a trip I’m not looking forward to.”
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