Title: “The One That Inflicts The Pain”
(1/1)
Author: Cristen Blanding
Email: JBland16@aol.com
Rating: R for gore, and implied sex
Content: Giles/Xander, implied sex, not much violence, but a lot of blood.
Summary: Xander and Giles are lovers, but Xander’s a vamp. Trouble
ensues.
Distribution: UCSL and anyone else who wants it.
Feedback: Please, please write me.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Joss, I just like to create havoc in his
happy little world.
Notes: The title and ending and beginning quotes come from the Madonna song
“Erotica,” which I don’t own either.
“Once you put your hand in the flame, you can never be the same
There's a certain satisfaction in a little bit of pain.”
It's a sanguine ecstasy of pain and lust. As I lean close I can feel the
throb of his blood. That’s what made me decide to turn him: the veins,
blue
underneath the skin, carrying what I know will be the sweetest blood I'll
ever
taste. And now he’ll be my childe and my lover. The thought of me being
the
one in control here gives me a sort of morbid glee. He’s intelligent,
he
won’t miss the irony either. Our relationship has always been an odyssey
of
illicit fornication: rough sex, tender words, with him always in control.
And
now I may destroy him if I wish, or let another minion have the fun. That
would hurt him more, to know that he’s a plaything. That I fucked him
and
turned him, just to hand him off for someone else’s enjoyment.
He starts to stutter as he comes down from the orgasm, confused now.
He’s
probably starting to understand the cold of my body. He is a Watcher after
all.
He sees the intent in my eyes and tries to move from underneath my body,
but
I want this too much to let him think there is any escape. He looks at me
with a mixture of primal fear and rage. I see betrayal there also, and
almost
laugh at the absurdity. He doesn’t understand the gift I am about to
bestow.
He’ll have eternal life and be indebted to me for it. The thought makes
me
harden again, but there will be time for more games later. For now, I
concentrate on the perfume that is the smell of his blood, and I feel my
fangs
emerge. A feral smile tugs at my lips, and fear eclipses all the other
emotions in his eyes. I lean closer, and just before I sink my teeth in,
I
whisper a declaration of love.
His heart continues to pump as I drink, not knowing that it’s killing
him by
giving up his life's blood. He struggles vainly, and lands a weak hit on
my
shoulder, but nothing will deter me. When he becomes too weak to protest,
I
reluctantly stop. I sit up on top of him and smile down at my lover.
He’s
beautiful in his pain, pale and almost childlike. He’ll look like this
for
eternity. I slice my chest open with a ragged fingernail and slap him
lightly
to keep him alert. As the blood wells on my chest I hold his mouth to me.
He
doesn’t protest. He has no energy to. I feel the rush of my blood
leaving
me, and almost come at the sensation. He drinks greedily, and then passes
out.
Hours later, he awakens. I sit on the bed next to him, waiting for a
response. He opens his eyes slowly, adjusting to the darkness of the room,
and when I look at him, I see what the change has done. No longer the shy,
reserved librarian, or the subtly forceful master who made love to me, my
lover is now a cold, roguish demon. He smiles at me, a grin full of
mischief
and wickedness. I realize that he won’t be a toy. With that much
decadent
evil at his fingertips, he’s everything I could want in an eternal
mate.
“So, my love, ready to hunt?”
In answer he throws me down on the bed, hovering over me. He kisses me
roughly, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I feel his fingernails brush
against my cheek, and then scratch hard enough to draw blood. He pulls back
to whisper one word.
“Later.”
“Only the one that hurts you can make you feel better.”