Spoilers: Through BtVS season 4 ep ‘Doomed’.
Summary: Xander needs to belong.
Notes: Light D/s with spanking.
Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whomever else they really belong to, although I wouldn’t mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? The story is mine, though.
Thanks: To Tammy, for the most excellent beta!
Written: January 3, 2004
Xander waited in the dark for the phone to ring. The anticipation was making him hard, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly with his breaths. He was as excited now as he had been the first time his master had taken him, claimed him, and as he had been every time since then. He closed his eyes and thought about how he’d gotten to this point in his life, back to that fateful day everything had changed–the first time he really belonged.
Xander slammed through the door to his basement apartment and pounded down the stairs. He was home early after a dreadful day that had ended in his being fired from yet another low-end, no-future-in-it job. And home was a dreary basement apartment that he rented for too much money from his lousy parents, and shared with a neutered vampire. The thought of facing the annoying blond was almost enough to make him change direction, but he had no place else to go.
He did his best to ignore Spike, who was sprawled out on his couch watching his television and drinking his...well, Spike’s blood, but Xander had paid for it. And why was that again? he thought. He hated Spike with a fiery passion, yet here he was housing and feeding the vampire when he could barely afford to house and feed himself.
He jerked the refrigerator door open and pulled out the carton of orange juice, twisting off the cap and drinking straight from the plastic lip. It didn’t calm the anger he felt at the shitty hand he’d been dealt in this life, but it gave him a moment to think before he had to deal with Spike. Deciding he needed more time before facing his evil roommate, Xander went in to take a shower, shedding his clothes as the water heated.
When he was finished, he felt a bit more in control. Until he realized he didn’t have any clean clothes. He angrily threw his dirty clothes into the washer, and then stood for a moment, fists curled on his toweled hips, and then glared over at Spike. This somehow was his fault.
He told Spike to get off the couch so he could use it, but the stupid vampire refused with a sneer and, “Make me, git.”
No matter how much Xander yelled at him, or tugged on his arm, Spike refused to budge. Eventually Xander gave up, but not before he managed to steal the remote. He fluffed up the pillow at one end of the couch and plopped down on his stomach, his feet in Spike’s lap, and changed the station. He could almost hear Spike’s impotent rage and wondered if vampires ground their teeth. He gave a satisfied sigh. Things were looking up.
Until Spike’s next words.
“I know what you need, Xander,” he said softly, and ran his finger lightly up the back of Xander’s bare leg.
“You don’t know anything,” Xander spat. “And knock that off!” He kicked his leg in an attempt to dislodge Spike’s finger.
“You’re wrong, boy,” Spike said in the voice of a Master Vampire. “I know you’re unhappy with your life, dissatisfied with the menial jobs you’ve taken. I know that you hate living in this bleak and gloomy basement. I know that you pretend to hate me because you want to be...”
“You think I want to be like you?” Xander interrupted angrily, kicking out wildly with his feet as he tried to turn over.
“No,” Spike replied calmly, easily holding Xander’s legs so that he couldn’t move. “I think you want to belong to me.”
Xander drew in a horrified breath. “You have got to be kidding me!” he said, continuing to squirm, trying to loosen Spike’s hold. “You are evil, a vampire, and I want nothing to do with you! The only reason you’re living here is because Giles thinks we need you. I disagree with him. We don’t need you, and I wish you were dust!”
“Then why isn’t my chip going off?” Spike asked in an eerily reasonable tone. Xander froze. “Because you want my hands on you, guiding you, punishing you. Ever since the night Angelus offered you to me, you’ve been mine. You might hate the thought that you need me, but you do, and your denial of that need is gnawing at you, eating you up inside.”
“No!” Xander cried, trying to sound firm, but sounding like he was pleading for it not to be true. The night that Angel had offered him to Spike he’d felt a thrill unmatched by anything he’d experienced before, or since. With his defenses down, his control in shreds, and his self-esteem at an all-time low, Spike’s words were enough to break through the fragile barrier he’d built around those feelings in an attempt to hide them–from himself as well as others.
He did want—no need—to belong to Spike, and that need scared him. Made him question himself. How could he be a good person when his thoughts and desires were so impure? To want to belong to another person was bad enough, but to need to belong to a vampire...he just didn’t have words for how dirty that made him feel.
And he had tried to be a good person, he wanted to be a good person, but life had beaten him down, and he could no longer deny his need for the vampire sitting on his couch.
As if he sensed Xander’s capitulation, Spike said, “Tell me.”
Xander shook his head in agony, wishing he could bury his face in his pillow and never have to look at the vampire.
“Say it,” Spike urged. “You’ll feel better once you do,” he promised.
Still shaking his head, Xander said, “I need you...need to belong to you.”
“I know,” Spike said softly. “Get on your knees.”
Xander looked back at him in confusion.
“On your knees,” Spike said again, pointing to the spot on the floor in front of him and between his legs.
Xander hesitated momentarily, then slid off the couch and knelt between Spike’s legs. He stared at a spot on the old sofa.
“Look at me,” Spike commanded, and Xander immediately complied. “Say it again,” he ordered.
“I-I need to belong to you,” Xander said.
“You do belong to me,” Spike corrected.
Xander swallowed hard. “I belong to you,” he admitted, his voice breaking, his body shuddering with emotion.
“Yes, you belong to me,” Spike said. “I’ll always take care of you, but there are rules, Xander,” Spike explained, surprising Xander with his gentle tone. “The first rule is that you will obey me without hesitation. Do you understand that?”
“Yes.” Xander nodded.
“The second rule is that you will address me as ‘Master’,” Spike said. “Do you understand that?”
“Yes. Master,” Xander replied.
Spike smiled. “The third rule is that should you ever disobey me, you will be punished. Do you understand that?”
Xander wasn’t sure if he liked the idea of being punished, but he did like the fact that someone would care enough about him to set boundaries, make rules, have expectations—and to be disappointed if he didn’t perform within those boundaries, obey those rules, meet those expectations. Isn’t that what they said about children who acted up? They needed discipline as proof that they were loved?
His parents had never been involved in his life enough to give the impression they cared, much less make him believe it. He thought Spike could make him believe it.
“Yes, Master,” he said breathlessly. “C-can I ask a question?”
“Of course,” Spike replied.
“What about...when we’re around the others? I mean, we will still be around the others, right?” he asked, suddenly worried that Spike might forbid him to see his friends.
“Yes, we will be. That’s a good question. When we are around the rest of your Scooby gang, you may call me ‘Spike’. You will act towards me with respect, but do nothing else to give away our relationship until I’m ready for it to be known. Do you understand that?” Spike asked.
“Yes, Master,” Xander replied. “Master?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yes, Xander?” Spike said.
“Do you...I thought you hated me,” he said, his voice small.
“No, pet,” Spike said, brushing Xander’s hair back and then lifting his chin. “Hated that I couldn’t take what was rightfully mine. But I’m going to take you now, boy,” he said, his voice turning husky. “Not gonna wait any longer. Gonna make sure you never forget who you belong to.”
Xander shivered at the possessive tone of Spike’s voice. Heat coursed through his body and he flushed in anticipation. He’d been so lonely all his life, it seemed. When he was growing up he had Willow to fill the gaps in his life and make him feel loved, but now Willow and Buffy were both busy with school, and he was back to being lonesome. Even when they were all gathered together, he sometimes felt alone in a crowd.
It had gotten worse after he was possessed by the hyena spirit. Even though the possession had been reversed, Xander had been left with a terrible sense of isolation. He’d been part of the pack...and then he wasn’t.
“Remove the towel,” Spike commanded.
With shaking hands, Xander complied. He unwrapped the towel from his waist and let it fall to the floor. Spike held out his hand and Xander pulled the towel out from under himself and handed it to the vampire. Spike set the towel down on the arm of the couch and then placed both hands on Xander’s shoulders. He ran them down Xander’s arms and then lifted his hands, examining his fingers, and then turned them to look at his palms.
Spike let go of Xander’s hands and continued his inspection. Fingers splayed over Xander’s chest, palms rubbing his nipples into hard nubs. “Gonna look nice with a gold hoop against your lovely skin,” Spike muttered softly as he tugged on Xander’s stiffened nipples. Xander moaned at Spike’s touch, and hardened at the thought of having his nipple pierced.
The vampire’s hands moved down to his stomach and around his waist. Xander sucked in a breath as Spike’s light touch tickled him.
“Turn,” Spike ordered.
Xander turned on his knees and Spike examined his back, running his hands down to Xander’s buttocks. Xander felt goose bumps break out all over his skin as Spike squeezed his butt cheeks.
“Stand and face me,” Spike said.
Xander rose unsteadily to his feet and turned so that he was facing Spike. The vampire ran his hands down Xander’s legs, seemingly ignoring the hard flesh jutting from the nest of curls between Xander’s thighs. Xander blushed at his reaction to the blond. He wasn’t sure if it was Spike’s touch, or the fact that he finally belonged to someone that had triggered his response.
Spike cupped Xander’s balls and then closed cool fingers around his swollen penis, and Xander jerked. Spike was looking into his eyes rather than at what he was holding. “These are mine,” he said, and Xander nearly came in his hand. He saw Spike’s eyes narrow in understanding. “You don’t come unless I allow it,” he continued. “You don’t touch yourself, unless I allow it. Do you understand?”
Xander struggled to control his arousal. “Yes...Master,” he spoke with difficulty.
Xander spun around before Spike had let go of him, and yelped in pain, but didn’t even touch himself to help soothe the sharp jolt. Spike ran his hands over the back of Xander’s legs, then once again cupped his buttocks, kneading and squeezing them.
“Bend over,” he commanded.
Xander bent over and drew in a sharp breath when Spike parted his buttocks. He’d never been touched there before, and the mere thought of Spike seeing that very private part of him was disturbingly arousing. And then Spike touched him, and Xander moaned as the vampire’s finger glided along his crack and over his pucker.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” Spike asked.
Xander shook his head ‘no’, and then breathlessly said, “No, Master.”
“This is mine, also,” Spike said. “Mine to do with as I please.”
“Kneel before me,” Spike said, and Xander immediately turned and dropped to his knees. “Bow your head and place your hands behind your back.” Xander did as he said. “When I call you before me, this is how you must appear, naked and submissive. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Xander replied without raising his head.
“When we get out of this hole and into a place of our own, you will never wear clothes in my presence unless I instruct you to. Do you understand?”
Xander’s cock jumped. “Yes, Master,” he whispered hoarsely.
“I didn’t hear you, boy,” Spike growled.
“Yes, Master!” Xander practically yelled.
“Repeat to me the rules you have learned today,” Spike commanded.
Xander swallowed hard. He hated tests! “I must obey everything you say without hesitation,” he said. “I must call you Master, unless we are with Willow and the others, when I must call you Spike and treat you with respect. I may not touch myself or come unless you allow it. I must kneel before you in this position—naked, head bowed, hands behind my back—when you call for me. When we have a place of our...,” Xander’s voice cracked, “...our own...I will never wear clothes in your presence unless you instruct me to. If I disobey any of your commands, I will be punished,” he finished, tears running unchecked down his cheeks.
“Does that make you unhappy?” Spike asked, running his fingers through Xander’s hair.
Xander shook his head, and then leaned forward and pressed his face against Spike’s knee. “No, Master,” he said as he kissed Spike’s leg through the denim.
“Are you happy, then?” he asked. “Satisfied with our arrangement?”
Xander looked up at Spike, the need shining through despite the tears filling his eyes. “Yes, Master,” he said softly, and then buried his face against Spike’s leg, rubbing it with his face, and kissing it. He didn’t have the words to describe how he felt, and hoped Spike would understand.
“Do you wish to please me, Xander?” Spike asked.
“Yes! Yes, Master,” Xander replied without stopping his caressing of Spike’s leg with his face.
“Remove my boots,” Spike commanded.
Xander hastened to obey. He untied the knots in Spike’s boots, pulled them off his feet, and then set them aside. He looked up at Spike expectantly, almost reverently.
“Remove my shirt.”
Xander reached for the hem of Spike’s t-shirt and lifted it. When the vampire’s chest was revealed, he found himself distracted, and dropped one hand to touch a firm pec. “Xander,” Spike softly reprimanded him, and Xander quickly pulled the t-shirt over Spike’s head, then sat back on his heels awaiting his next instruction.
“Remove my jeans,” Spike ordered.
Xander’s eyes fell on the hard line of Spike’s erection beneath the denim. He reached out slowly to unbutton and unzip the jeans, moaning with need when Spike’s erection burst free. Spike silently lifted his hips, and Xander pushed the denim down, and then pulled them off his legs. He was breathing hard, and he knew Spike could smell his arousal.
“Touch me,” the vampire said softly.
Xander reached out slowly and wrapped his fingers around Spike’s erection. He’d touched himself before, but this felt different to him. Spike felt like steel wrapped in velvet. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit and Xander moaned. He instinctively glanced up at Spike for permission, need shining in his eyes.
Spike stared back at him for a moment, and then nodded slightly. Xander eagerly leaned forward and licked the drop off. Spike tangled his fingers in Xander’s hair, but didn’t force him. He’d never done this before, but there was no way he wasn’t going to show his master, his pack leader, that he was worthy of belonging.
He licked and kissed his way down Spike’s cock, and then buried his face in the other man’s groin, breathing deeply to imprint the scent of his master upon his consciousness. Spike slid forward on the couch, letting his legs fall open, and Xander lowered his head to lave the vampire’s ball sac, then pulled them into his mouth one at a time, sucking gently upon them.
“Mmm, Xander,” Spike groaned, his fingers tightening on Xander’s head. “My good boy.”
Xander ran his tongue over the head of Spike’s cock and then sucked on it. He paused in his ministrations, afraid he’d do something wrong. As if he sensed the reason for Xander’s hesitation, Spike said, “You’re doing fine, Xander,” and gently rubbed his head.
Xander moaned at Spike’s encouragement, and once more latched upon the head of his cock as if he were a child suckling at his mother’s breast—and in a way, he was. He sucked, twirling his tongue around the head and lapping up the pre-cum, and then began to move his mouth lower. He bobbed his head, taking in more of the vampire’s shaft with each downward stroke. He felt the head of Spike’s cock touch the back of his throat, and nearly gagged at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Relax your throat,” Spike said softly, rubbing his throat with one hand while the other remained buried in Xander’s hair. “Breathe through your nose. Take it slow.”
Xander did as Spike instructed him, and though he wasn’t able to take in much more of Spike’s length, managed to not choke on the bulk of it that was filling his mouth and throat. Spike’s fingers closed on Xander’s head convulsively, and he began to groan and move his hips as if he wanted to thrust into Xander’s mouth. If possible, Xander grew harder.
Soon Spike was crying out as his penis swelled and twitched in Xander’s mouth. Xander’s first thought was to pull back, but Spike’s hands kept him from doing so. When Spike’s fluid filled his mouth, Xander had no choice but to swallow. For the first time he tasted another man’s seed, and it was the seed of his master. The awareness of belonging permeated his being, and Xander came.
The moment he realized what he had done, Xander was filled with horror at his actions, and fear that Spike would dismiss him because he had failed to obey. Tears filled his eyes and ran down his cheeks as he continued to suckle at Spike’s softening member. When it was clean, Xander gently let it fall from his mouth and hid his face against Spike’s groin. “I’m sorry,” he moaned despairingly. “I’m sorry...”
“What did you do, Xander?” Spike asked firmly, if a bit breathlessly.
Xander knew the vampire must know that he’d climaxed, and was waiting for him to admit his failure. “I came without permission,” he whispered hoarsely. “I didn’t mean to!”
“You know you’re not supposed to come unless I allow it,” Spike stated.
“Yes, yes, please don’t send me away,” Xander moaned.
“I’m not going to send you away, Xander,” Spike said firmly while his fingers gently rubbed Xander’s scalp. “But you will be punished for not obeying me. Do you know how bad boys are punished, Xander?” Spike asked.
“No, Master,” Xander said in a quavering voice, and shook his head.
“They get spanked,” Spike informed him. “I’m going to have to spank you now, Xander.”
Xander nearly sobbed with the relief that flooded him. “You’re not going to send me away?” he asked hopefully.
“I’m never going to send you away,” Spike said as if he knew Xander needed the reassurance. “When you disobey me you will be punished, but you will always belong to me. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Master,” Xander said, his voice hoarse from tears and deep emotion.
“Now, it’s time for your spanking,” Spike continued. He patted his thighs. “Lay across my lap.”
Xander’s fear of abandonment turned to fear of his punishment, and he hesitated.
“You’re not going to disobey me again, are you?” Spike asked solemnly.
“No, Master!” Xander cried, and nearly threw himself onto Spike’s lap.
Spike placed his hand on Xander’s buttocks and exerted a bit of pressure. “Move up,” he said.
Xander moved up until his torso was lying on the couch, his groin on Spike’s thighs so that his now-flaccid penis was between the vampire’s legs, and his bare ass raised in the air in the perfect position for a spanking. Spike brought his hand down with a loud ‘Crack!’ and Xander jumped at the sting. Spike slapped his other cheek just as hard, and Xander yelped. He wondered how Spike could hit him without the chip going off, then remembered the vampire’s earlier words. He could do it because Xander wanted it, needed it–needed to be punished, needed the proof that he was cared for, that he belonged.
It wasn’t long before tears were running down his face as he wriggled in vain on Spike’s lap. His ass was on fire and Spike was still spanking him with no indication that he was going to stop any time soon. Finally he started to beg Spike to stop, but the spanking still continued.
Eventually the pain, though still sharp, took on a pleasurable undertone, and his squirming became something more than trying to escape Spike’s hand. Each stinging slap bore an unmistakably sexual quality, and Xander was soon hard. Now he struggled not to come.
“Master, please!” he cried. “I don’t think I can...”
“You don’t have permission to come, Xander,” Spike reminded him, and continued with the spanking.
Xander was beside himself with pain, pleasure, and fear. His fingers closed convulsively on the couch cushion and his face was contorted with concentration as he tried to force his arousal down, even as his ass lifted to meet the next slap. Spike reached between his legs and grabbed his balls, tugging down on them harshly.
Xander cried out in pain, and then relaxed in relief as his imminent orgasm receded. He gasped for breath, and then said, “Thank you, Master.”
Spike gently stroked his ass while Xander caught his breath and recovered from the spanking. “You look lovely like this,” he purred. Patting Xander’s ass, Spike said, “Go get the olive oil, Xander, so I can put it on your sore ass.”
Xander struggled to his feet, the pain in his ass making it difficult to move. He got the olive oil from his sparse kitchen area, and brought it back to Spike. He handed the bottle to Spike who indicated that he should lay back down on the couch. As he complied, Xander asked, “That’s gonna help?”
Spike shrugged, and knelt beside the couch. “It’s the best we’ve got under the circumstances.” Xander watched Spike uncap the bottle and pour some into his hand, sighing as Spike rubbed the liquid over his burning cheeks. “I’ll have you pick up something that’ll take the sting out for next time,” he added softly.
Xander’s eyes widened. “Next time?” he squeaked.
Spike grinned at him. “No matter how good you try to be, Xander, do you think you’ll never disobey me again?” he asked reasonably.
“Not after this!” Xander exclaimed, then thought for a bit. “Not on purpose, anyway,” he added sorrowfully.
“I know,” Spike assured him. “If you disobeyed me on purpose, it would mean you no longer wanted to belong to me.”
Xander came up off the couch reaching for Spike. “I would never...!”
“Shhh,” Spike said, taking Xander into his arms. “I know,” he soothed, “I know.”
Spike rocked Xander as he wrapped his arms tightly around the vampire, never intending to let go. He placed frantic kisses along Spike’s neck, interspersed with tearful pleading, “Please...never...need you...belong.”
Spike finally pulled back and wiped the tears from Xander’s face. “You do belong to me,” he said. “You are mine, and I’m never letting you go. If you don’t believe that now, Xander, you will when I’ve finished taking you.”
The vampire kissed him and Xander fell into it. He’d never been kissed the way Spike kissed him—possessively, hungrily, demandingly. He opened to Spike, allowing the vampire to take, and then tentatively touched his tongue to the blond’s. Spike growled into his mouth, and Xander’s body reacted. He returned the kiss until he was breathless with desire.
Spike pulled away and pressed him back onto the couch. He groaned as his sore ass hit the cushions. Spike smirked knowingly at him. “Hurt?” he asked softly.
Xander snorted. “You know it does. It feels like you used vamp strength on some of them,” Xander pouted.
“I’ll make you forget all about it,” Spike promised silkily.
Xander’s breath caught. “How?” he squeaked.
Spike ran his finger gently over Xander’s lips. “I’ve taken your mouth, now I’m going to take the rest of you,” he vowed. His voice ran over Xander like satin, and he whimpered.
Spike started at his nipples, laving one with his tongue while he rubbed the other to a hard nub with his thumb, and then rolled it between his fingers. Xander reached for Spike, and the vampire made him put his hands on the couch above his head.
“No touching,” he whispered, and then returned to Xander’s nipples.
Spike closed blunt teeth on one while pinching the other, and then tugged on them, sending a jolt of arousal straight to Xander’s crotch. He moaned and grasped at the arm of the couch as his hips came off the cushion. “Master!” he groaned.
“These are mine,” Spike stated firmly. “Say it.”
“Yours!” Xander cried. “They’re yours.”
Spike moved down Xander’s chest and stomach, licking and sucking, kissing and nipping. Xander’s muscles clenched as Spike’s touch tickled him. The vampire raised his head and looked at Xander. “This is all mine,” he said.
“Yes, Master! All yours,” Xander hurriedly agreed.
Spike continued down Xander’s hip and leg to his foot, and then moved back up the other leg. “This, too, is all mine,” he said.
“Yes, Master, yours,” Xander said, his thoughts incoherent with a desperate need.
Spike cupped his ball sac, and Xander nearly shot off the couch. He spread his legs to give Spike better access, and whimpered as Spike played with his balls—rolling them, kneading them, tugging on them. “Mine,” he said.
“Yours, Master, please...”
Spike ignored him. He wrapped his fingers around Xander’s now-heavily swollen cock and stroked it, then leaned forward to lick along the length of it. He lapped at the pre-cum oozing from the slit in the tip, and then took the head into his mouth and sucked. Xander cried out as Spike’s lips enveloped him and he was forced to fight back his orgasm.
Spike lifted his head, and Xander sagged in relief. “This is mine,” he said.
“Yes!” Xander sobbed.
Spike pulled Xander around so his ass was facing the kneeling vampire, and then pushed his legs back so that his ass was exposed. Without warning he lowered his head and tongued Xander’s virgin hole. The pucker twitched as Spike stimulated it, and Xander squealed in surprise. He’d never been touched there, much less like that! He couldn’t believe how amazing it felt.
His cock rose again, and he struggled against his impending climax. “Spike, Master, please...!” he pleaded, not knowing exactly what he was begging for—Spike to stop, or to allow him to come.
Spike ignored him and drove his tongue into him, wiggling and jabbing at him until Xander was acutely aware of the connection between his ass and his cock. He keened as he gripped the couch, battling to stave off his orgasm. The vampire pulled back and Xander sighed in short-lived relief, tensing up when Spike altered his grip to hold both ankles in one hand, and he felt cool liquid being poured onto his ass and running down his crack.
“Wh-what...?” he stammered, and then Spike’s fingers were at his entrance, sliding through what Xander finally realized was olive oil.
“Relax,” Spike said softly, and Xander tried, but despite his desire to please Spike, this was all so new to him. “I’m going to enter you with my finger,” Spike explained. “It won’t hurt, though it might be uncomfortable at first,” he said, his voice calming.
Spike’s finger probed Xander’s hole. It felt strange, but good, and he had the urge to bear down.
“That’s it,” Spike soothed. “Push.”
Xander pushed and Spike easily slid in. He’d been right, there was no pain, though the sensation of having something in his ass was odd. Spike slowly pushed his finger all the way in, moved it in and out, then twisted it around. Xander moaned. He had the peculiar urge to move his hips and take in more of Spike’s finger.
He actually whimpered in protest when Spike pulled out of him, and the vampire laughed softly. “Not stopping,” he promised. “‘M gonna enter you with two, now.”
Xander immediately tensed up.
“Mmm, relax, Xander,” Spike purred as he nuzzled the back of Xander’s thigh and teased his hole. “Push down, boy,” he said. The vampire pressed against Xander’s entrance, and Xander pushed. Two fingers slid inside him, and he grunted when he felt a burning sensation as he was stretched to accommodate them.
“Oh, Xander, you’re so tight,” Spike moaned as he worked Xander’s ass with his fingers. “Can’t wait to have my cock in this tight ass,” he said. “Gonna take your ass, Xander, and then you’ll always be mine, yeah?”
“Yeah, yes, yes!” Xander cried as Spike moved his fingers in and out of his ass, stretching his muscles. The vampire pulled out once more and replaced the two fingers with three. Xander mewled at the intrusion.
“Feel full?” Spike asked as he slowly pumped his fingers into Xander’s passage.
“Yeah!” Xander nodded.
“Just wait until I have my cock in there,” Spike teased, and then turned his head to kiss and nip at Xander’s thigh while he worked him to a near-frenzy with his fingers, finally stroking what Xander later learned was his prostate until he was mad with desire and aching for release.
“Hold your legs,” Spike commanded as he withdrew his fingers and then stood. Xander whimpered, but did as he was told, then watched hungrily as Spike oiled his tumescent cock, the head red and dripping with pre-cum. Spike placed one knee on the couch and his head against Xander’s pucker. “Push down,” he said.
Xander immediately complied and Spike slid in. He watched the vampire’s face and reveled in the sensation of having his cock fill his ass.
“What is this?” Spike asked.
Xander was confused and looked questioningly at Spike. The vampire wiggled his hips and his cock moved inside Xander.
“What is this?” he repeated.
“M-my ass?” Xander asked uncertainly.
Spike’s face became a hard mask. “Whose ass?” he asked.
“Y-your ass!” Xander corrected.
“That’s right,” Spike said approvingly, the mask falling away as he started to slowly thrust into Xander. “Mine. And who am I?” he asked.
“M-master!” Xander cried as Spike stimulated his prostate.
“And who are you?” Spike asked.
“Yours,” Xander said with deep emotion. “I’m yours. A-all of me...yours.”
Spike lowered himself over Xander, pushing his legs back further with his arms and sinking deeper within him, and then placed his lips over his, kissing him and invading his mouth with his tongue as he pumped his cock into his tight hole, passing over Xander’s prostate with every stroke.
“Spike, Master,” Xander cried. “I’m getting close...please!”
Spike pushed himself back up so that he was once more kneeling with one knee on the couch, the other on the floor. He grasped both of Xander’s legs and pushed them back further, then began to pound into Xander’s ass, hitting his prostate over and over again as Xander writhed beneath him.
“Don’t come, Xander,” he commanded as he settled in for a nice long fuck. “You don’t have permission.”
Xander was frantic with need—his cock was hard and dripping, and it oozed more pre-cum each time Spike stimulated his prostate—but there was no way he was going to come without permission. He didn’t want to disappoint Spike again, nor did he want another spanking. Well, he amended, not yet, anyway. The ache continued to grow, and soon he found himself begging, “Please, Master, please, let me cum!”
“Not yet,” Spike said, his eyes drinking Xander in. “I love seeing you this way, Xander. All needy and desperate. It makes me hot. Tell me, Xander, how much you need to come. Beg me,” Spike ordered.
“Please, Spike, Master!” Xander cried. “I need to come so badly it hurts! I need it...I’ll do anything, anything, oh, god, please!”
“Xander, look at me,” Spike commanded.
Xander looked at Spike with lust-glazed eyes.
“I'm going to claim you now, Xander,” he said. “I'm going to taste your blood, make you mine, and when I do you'll come harder than you've ever come before,” the vampire promised. “Are you ready, boy?”
“Yes, Master,” Xander whimpered, excited beyond conscious thought that Spike was going to taste his blood, and desperate for release.
Spike leaned over Xander and laved his left nipple, sending convulsions through his body, and then morphed and sank his fangs into the soft, tender skin just above his nipple. Xander grunted at the slight pain, but Spike's chip never twinged. The vampire sucked the sweet nectar out of Xander's veins.
He'd promised that Xander would come, and he did. He screamed as his balls drew up and released their load, his penis swelling and spewing shot after shot between them, coating both their stomachs with his warm juice. Sated and replete, he barely felt the vampire retract his fangs, or his ass clench around Spike’s shaft as the blond’s cock contracted and erupted into him, filling him with cool fluid.
Spike slowly lowered his legs and laid down across Xander’s torso. He kissed the nearly-comatose human as he wrapped his arms around him, and said, “You’re mine, Xander. You belong to me.”
“Yes, Master,” Xander managed to get out before he fell asleep, snuggled into the vampire’s arms.
The phone rang, and Xander’s heart started pounding as warmth spread throughout his body. He picked it up before the second jingle with one hand while the other went unconsciously to stroke and tug at the gold ring in his left nipple. “Hello,” he said, trying to keep the eagerness out of his voice.
“I’ll be home soon,” Spike said. “Be ready for me.”
“Yes, Master,” Xander breathed in expectation, secure in the knowledge that he belonged.
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