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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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We, Willow and Nathaniel fell immediately into a routine almost as if they had always been together. Nathaniel anticipated the needs of his masters, happily bathing them and then scampering off to Willow’s room to find some suitable clothing for her to wear. He walked the halls naked with his head held high, proudly displaying what remained of the blood and semen still coating his body like a mark of ownership. The few vampires and weres he passed on his way arched their brows at him, but none condescended to speak to him.

Before Anita had taken him under her wing, Nathaniel had been considered anyone’s meat, sold off to the highest bidder, most of whom preferred a bit of torture before sex. He had been a professional victim, and while Anita had placed him under her protection like so many others, she insisted on keeping some distance between them instead of behaving as a true master should. Some believed her excuses about wanting the little kitty to stand on his own two paws as it were, but for most, the old traditions still held. Any submissive sonly nly rejected by its master was unworthy in some way and it was only a question of time before they would be anyone’s meat again.

Nathaniel was not blind. He saw the way the others looked at him, some with contempt, others with pity, but things were going to change, Spike would make sure of that. He just hoped that Anita would understand and release him from his obligation to her.

When he returned to the room, Willow was looking a little unsure of herself. He knew she was struggling with her recent change. It had been difficult for him as well when he crossed over from being human, and he wished there were some way to offer her comfort. “Master,” he addressed Spike softly, “Sometimes when Anita brushes my hair it makes her feel better.”

Spike gave him an appraising look, “Perhaps she should get you cleaned up first.” The blonde vampire strode over to Willow with the unconscious grace that no mere mortal could imitate. “Why don’t you take care of our pretty kitty, luv. We can’t very well take our new pet out in public looking unkempt, now can we?”

Willow looked confused for a moment. “He’s not our pet, Spike. He’s his own person.” Her words were for her lover, but she couldn’t help but notice how Nathaniel suddenly hung his head in sorrow.

“Now, see, you hurt his feelings,” Spike said with mock scorn, taking her hand and leading her over to the young man, trailing their hands together over the smooth muscle of Nathaniel’s chest. The wereleopard shivered at their touch, but didn’t meet their gaze. “He needs us,” Spike said. “Willow, look at him, he’s lost without a true master.”

Willow looked closer, her hand still stroking Nathaniel’s chest, not noticing that Spike’s hand had fallen away from hers. The beautiful auburn-haired man looked so helpless, so full of need. Maybe Spike was right, but it went against everything she believed in. After spending her whole life as a human-doormat, she couldn’t imagine why anyone would choose to be that way, but looking at Nathaniel, it was clear that that was what he wanted.

“Come with me,” she said, trailing her hand down his stomach dangerously low before dropping it suddenly to take his hand.

Nathaniel let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. He was sure he was about to be turned out, but then she took his hand and led him into the bathroom. His breath caught in his throat again when she took a washcloth and ran it under some warm water, getting it nice and soapy before going to work on his body, gently removing all traces of their earlier play.

As Willow moved the cloth about, she followed the path with gentle kisses, wanting to soothe the tension from his shoulders. She glanced up at Spike as she lowered herself to her knees in front of Nathaniel. She was asking silently for some indication of what was allowed, and the heat in his eyes was all the answer she needed.

She lowered her face toward the curve of Nathaniel’s hip, gently rubbing her cheek along his hard length before slipping him inside her mouth. She was rewarded by a gasp from both men as she trailed her tongue around his velvet tip. He was so warm, and as she looked up the long line of perfection that was hisy, sy, she found content lavender eyes gazing back down at her. That contentment seemed to spread to her as well, calming her previously frayed nerves. She concentrated on his body and the pleasure she was giving him, aware of the voyeuristic pleasure she was giving Spike at the same time.

Reaching one hand around to grip Nathaniel’s firm backside, she slipped htherther hand between his legs to gently knead his sack. His breath was coming in shuddering gasps now, and Willow couldn’t help but smile slightly around his s. Co. Considering she was on her knees, she was a bit surprised at how powerful she felt. The darkness within her was swimming just below the surface, whispering to her to hurt this man, to bite down on the piece of tender flesh sliding across her tongue. She struggled with the demon inside of her, knowing that he would let her do it, let her hurt him, probably even enjoy it on some level. She could likely heal the injury, but it was still wrong.

As she fought her instinct to maim him, she moved her other hand to his ass, both clawing at his soft flesh, leaving fresh bloody trails where she gripped him. Nathaniel let out a loud moan at the added sensation, and exploded in her mouth, his salty heat pouring down her throat. She swallowed greedily, but was drawn from her reverie by the sound of Spike applauding.TheyThey both turned hooded eyes toward him, and Willow couldn’t hide her smirk at finding him with his pants down around his ankles, holding his hard shaft as he waited for her.

“Why do I get the impression that we won’t be making it out tonight after all?” she asked him with a grin, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before crawling to him.

Spike moaned at the sight of her sexy hips swaying back and forth with the movement. Seeing her on her knees, she was a vision to behold. ‘Oh yes,’ he thought, ‘this one will be the death of me, again.’

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It was a few hours before the trio did finally make it out, and all of them had needed to get cleaned up a second time. Willow had been a bit disconcerted trying to get ready without the aid of a mirror, but Nathaniel quickly stepped up and volunteered to assist her with her hair and make up like a good pet. He had had previous experience helping other weres get ready for some of Jean-Claude’s more elaborate parties, and took over the tasks like a professional.

The truth was, Spike was also quite adept at such things after his time with Drusilla, but he was happy to have someone else take care of the primping. Watching the pair, Nathaniel twisting Willow’s hair up into an elaborate French knot, the two of them smiling and joking filled his dead heart with joy. He had been lonely for so long, even with Dru he had felt isolated, kept distant by her insanity, but now it was like he finally had a family again.

Spike decided they should stop off at a nice shop to get their new pet a decent collar, surely Jason or Jean-Claude would know where to look. After all, it was important to show proper ownership. Spike knew that Anita was trying to get Nathaniel to be more independent, but he would not make the same mistake. He saw the way the others watched the young wereleopard, and whether she realized it or not, all Anita was really doing was putting him in danger.

When they finally left for the evening, they had only made it a few feet down the hall when Jean-Claude came around the corner, blocking their way. “I was just coming to see how our petite sorciere was doing,” he said, giving an appraising look that included Nathaniel. “Better it seems. I’m glad, you had us a bit concerned. Although, I do not think ma petite will be too pleased that you have taken possession of her young cat. She is quite protective of him.”

Spike met Jean-Claude’s eyes and a knowing look passed between them. “What can I say, he’s grown on us. I will make compensation to her for the furball, I have no intention of just stealing him away.”

“Perhaps it is just as well, I’ve been telling Anita for months that she needed to treat him as a proper master or release him to another.” The dark-haired vampire ran a gentle hand across Nathaniel’s cheek, making him blush. “He is a pretty one. I trust you will take good care of him.” There was a warning in Jean-Claude’s eyes when he looked again at Spike; Nathaniel might not be under his protection specifically, but he did care for the young man’s wellbeing nonetheless.

“ ‘Course, Willow and I were just heading out to get Fluffy a shiny new collar. Is there anyplace you’d recommend?”

“I can think of a few shops, but for the short run, you can use one of the ones we keep here. I know you are probably eager to introduce your mate to the night, but the council members are getting anxious. More dead are rising all over the area, and an epidemic seems to have started spreading through the city in just the last few hours. Already more than four hundred have died, and the numbers are growing.”

Willow swore softly under her breath. “Damn, the Dark Mother is here.”

“Oui, petite sorciere, she is.”

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Spike had missed the earlier round of introductions between Willow and the Council because he had been too busy pouting in his room. Even now, he was only half paying attention to the first two council members, because the third one, a dark-haired woman who bore a strange resemblance to Drusilla, was eyeing Willow in a far too predatory manner. He moved to stand slightly in front of his mate, glaring at the woman who smirked in return.

“And finally, this is the Head of the Council, the Queen of Nightmares,” Jean-Claude indicated the woman with a slight bow and a sweeping motion of his hand.

“Hold up a second, mate,” Spike interrupted. “I thought the Queen of Nightmares, the Head of the Council was the big bad bitch that’s coming to town, or are there two of them?”

“Oui, you are correct, mon ami. ‘Queen of Nightmares’ is the title given to the head of our council. The Sweet Mother, who began tampiampire Council millennia ago, was the first to carry this name. Then when she became bored with this world and her great slumber commenced, the designation was passed to the council member that took her place until the day of her return. Since the Mother of All Vampires has left her children, there have been two others that have held this sobriquet. The second stands before you now.”

“I see,” Spike said, narrowing his eyes. “What happened to the last one?”

The woman’s dark, empty eyes bored into Spike’s crystal blue ones. “I killed her.”

“So, I take it you lot haven’t adopted more modern, democratic ways,” Spike said casually. “But now that your dear old mum is awake, aren’t you supposed to be handing her back the keys to the castle?”

“Why should I? I have ruled the council for centuries. Perhaps in the past her level of power was needed to protect us, but now that vampires are known to the world, we can protect ourselves, negotiate with the humans openly. If mankind discovers that it is one of our kind cng tng these new deaths there will be open war between mortals and vampires. I cannot permit that to happen.”

“Good point, but that’s not why you’re fighting her,” Spike said, stalking around her, sizing her up. “You just don’t want to go back to playing second fiddle, and for your sake you better hope we win, or I think someone is going to get a spanking.”

“Insolent child!” she hissed, “What do you know of anything? You can’t be more than what, fifty, a hundred years old? What do you know of court politics?”

“A hundred and fifty-two, counting my human years, and trust me I don’t need to know about court politics to understand lust for power. I see the way you’ve been eyeing my mate, because like me you can feel the power rolling off of her. I know your kind because I used to be the same way, eliminate the competition before they become a threat. Well just remember that we’re all on the same bloody team here, Queenie, and while you may not consider me a threat, I’ve killed me more demons and vampires than I can count, not to mention two slayers. So, in case you get any ideas about taking my girl out of the equation at some point, just remember that you will have to go through me first.”

The Queen of Nightmares rolled her eyes at him and his little outburst like he was nothing more than an insignificant bug that could be crushed at any time.

“And I as well,” Asher said softly from his corner of the room.

“Yeah too too,” Jason piped in.

Nathaniel moved in front of Willow, taking her hand. “You’ll have to kill me first also.”

“Plus my entire pack,” Richard added.

Jean-Claude glanced around at the men standing united with the tiny redhead. He looked her over as if appraising her worth. She was clearly moved by the display, her lip quivering slightly as if attempting not to cry. “I do not think the petite sorciere desires your power, even though she has joined the ranks of those that embrace the night, and if she did, I doubt she would be easy prey even without such champions guarding her. Nonetheless, she has become important to me, and I also offer her my protection as well as that of my people.” Jean-Claude’s eyes had gone very still, their dark-blue depths seeming to fill the room with a chill. “However, being the wise leader that you are, I am sure that you recognize that our common enemy, the Sweet Mother, should be our only focus at this time, leaving all other court politics for another day.”

The Queen of Nightmares bowed her head slightly at Jean-Claude, but her eyes were all for Willow. “You have powerful allies, little one, I meant no offense by my look. I was merely curious about your abilities. Perhaps later you can give me a private demonstration of your magics and your gift for healing, but for now Jean-Claude is right. We should be focusing on the Dark Mother.”

Willow had no intention of giving her a private demonstration of anything, but thought it was better not to disagree for the time being. She was ready to move on to the discussion of strategy when Anita came through the door looking completely exhausted.

“Sorry I’m late, what did I miss?”

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