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by Nash
Part One
Xander wandered through the room aimlessly, stopping here and there to look at the
merchandise. He'd always wanted to buy a vampire, but he couldn't find a good
excuse to, what with Angel having been with the family since he was a child. He'd
never liked Angel, felt a huge amount of wiggins at the thought that the vamp who
serviced his whole family would service him as well. Besides Angel was too…bland.
Everything Angel had ever said or done to him stemmed from expediency. Xander
was his master and was to be treated as such.
Xander hated that.
When Buffy asked to take Angel with her when she moved out Xander was only too
happy to give his sister what she wanted. Which was why he was here now, looking
for a new pet.
He was in fact looking at a striking blond. He leaned forward to touch the white-blond
hair but an angry growl stopped him.
"Get your hands off me you wanker."
Xander took a step back in surprise.
"Spike, sit down and be quiet!" A third man joined the scene, snapping at Spike
before he politely addressed Xander "I'm sorry sir, he's newly captured and has not
yet been trained."
Xander smiled at the glare Spike sent his owner.
"He's beautiful." He said simply. "I want to buy a new pet. He'll be a fun choice."
Xander ignored the surprise in the owner's face. "Is he available for a test drive?"
"Sir I feel I should warn you, he is not tamed, it may be dangerous."
"Oh, don't worry about me. I'm used to this kind of thing." Xander laughed. Being the
Slayer's brother had taught him some basic self-defence moves. Buffy didn't always
know her own strength. "Besides, he has a chip, right?"
An hour later, a snarling and naked Spike was lying on a bed in one of the rooms
provided in the market for this very purpose, arms and legs tied to the bedposts.
Xander stood next to the bed and watched Spike struggle, admiring his body and the
contrast between the purple tinted metal cuffs and the milk white skin. He'd asked for
them specifically. One of the merchants had a mini-lathe and had been only too happy
to make the cuffs to measure. One magic spell later they were suitable to hold the
angriest of vampires.
"You know you can't get out of those."
Spike glared at him and ceased his efforts.
"What exactly do you want from me?" He growled.
Xander smiled and started to unbutton his shirt.
"Want you to be my pet."
If anything, Spike looked even angrier.
"No."
"Not like you have any choice on the matter." Xander replied casually, throwing his
shirt on a chair and tackling his trousers. "Your owner said you haven't been used yet
so I can't fuck you, but I can do pretty much anything else."
Taking off his trousers and shoes, Xander climbed on the bed and straddled the bound
body, settling back to sit on Spike's thighs.
"Get off me."
"Know what I'd love to do?" Xander asked, ignoring Spike's words. "I'd love to
shuffle forward and just push my cock in your mouth. Fuck, just saying the words
makes me hard." He continued huskily. "Seeing that pretty pink mouth stretch around
me…God I want to do that."
As he spoke, Xander's hands stroked and caressed Spike's skin, moving up his bound
arms and back down, across his torso, down to his stomach.
"Of course, I'm not crazy enough to actually do it. I'd like to keep my cock whole and
attached and I don't think the pain from the chip will stop you biting it off." His hands
wandered to Spike's nipple, tweaking and rubbing over them as he spoke.
"Put anything of yours anywhere near my mouth and you'll regret it you fucking git."
Xander looked thoughtfully at Spike for a moment.
"You have a point." He said and leaned to the side, reaching to open the bedside
drawer. He retrieved a tube of lube and dropped it next to Spike.
"You said you wouldn't fuck me you lying piece of-"
Xander laughed at the outrage in Spike's eyes as he interrupted the flow of words by
pushing a gag into Spike's mouth. He quickly fastened the gag before Spike had a
chance to spit it out.
"You know, you're really limiting my test drive." He said reasonably." I can't fuck
you; I can't use that pretty mouth of yours…" he sighed melodramatically "What else
is a boy to do?"
Xander had already decided to have Spike the moment he'd heard him growl. Still, he
knew enough to know that fucking him during the test drive would raise his price up
immensely. The merchant would go on and on about damaged goods and Xander
would have to pay through the nose just to shut him up.
"I suppose I could enjoy you in other ways." He mused.
Xander scooted back and let his body fall forward so that he was chest to chest with
Spike. He laid his head on Spike's chest and laughed softly at the vibrations caused by
the near constant growling. Turning his head slightly he licked the nearest nipple,
biting it softly and watching with interest as it peaked and hardened under his tongue.
"You like this don't you?" He asked, lifting his head enough to turn it and lavish the
same attention to the other nipple. When he was satisfied with the result he looked up
into narrowed blue eyes. "If looks could kill, huh? But there's a pressure against my
tummy that says you like this." He laughed and slithered down until he was sitting
back on his knees between Spike's legs.
"See?" He pointed, letting his finger trail up Spike's cock. "Wonder if it tastes as good
as it looks…" He said and brought up his finger, licking it slowly, eyes closed to
better enjoy the taste. The ever-present growl changed slightly and Xander could
swear he heard a moan fill the room. He smiled and opened his eyes, staring straight
into Spike's own. "Wonder if it tastes the same straight from the source." He said and
paused a moment, watching as blue eyes widened before swooping down to take
Spike's cock in his mouth.
He'd been so right, it tasted damn good. Kinda salty, a little bit sweet and oddly warm.
He'd have thought that vampires would be cold…Xander rested one hand on Spike's
thigh to help himself balance and brought the other to wrap around the base of his
cock. He bobbed his head up and down, licking and sucking as hard as he could until
he heard Spike start to breath. Harsh panting breaths and strangled groans, as if Spike
was trying to hold back. Xander didn't stop until he felt the hips under him give an
involuntary jerk and Spike's body tense, ready to come.
"What, did you forget who the master was?" He asked when Spike glared accusingly
at him. "Don't get to come till I tell you, Pet."
The growl was back, and this time Xander was sure it had a frustrated edge to it. He
reached for the lube and coated his fingers with it. "You taste pretty good." he said,
"Let's see how you feel, huh?" He laughed at Spike's incredulous expression, glad to
have shocked Spike once again. "Wanna watch?"
Xander turned his back to Spike, and moved upwards to settle on Spike’s chest, close
enough for him to have a great view and slowly pushed one finger inside his hole. He
let himself relax into the feeling, pumping in and out, adding another finger when the
time felt right, running a commentary for Spike, telling him how good it felt, how he
couldn't wait to have his cock replace the fingers. By the time he had three fingers
inside him he was moaning his pleasure and Spike was panting again.
He leaned down and gave Spike's cock a lick, from the base all the way to the crown,
revelling in the moan Spike couldn't conceal. He pulled his fingers out and turned
around again, holding Spike's cock with one hand and sitting back, guiding it inside.
"Fuck." He breathed, feeling his ass open up, taking Spike's cock in so. Fucking.
Slowly. Xander saw Spike close his eyes and no, that would never do. "Have to know
who the master is, Spike. Open your eyes." He snapped.
Eyes snapped open to glare at him and Xander chose that moment to tighten his
muscles, clenching around Spike's cock and the glare immediately softened up. "Keep
looking at me Spike. See me fuck myself on you." He said, raising his body up and
slamming down. "That's it, look at your master. Gonna have you. Buy you
and keep you with me and just do this every. Single. Day."
Xander's voice had dropped to a husky murmur and he kept a steady rhythm bringing
both of them closer and closer to the edge, never fast or hard enough to tip them over.
"Gonna fuck you and have you fuck me over and over again. Like you as you are,
Spike, all fire and passion. The others, they like tame and obedient. Would break you
right up, put you back together to be the perfect pet." He brought his body down,
trapping his weeping cock between their bodies, moaning against Spike's ear when he
finally got some friction. "Not me. I want you, angry and passionate. Gonna make you
feel so fucking good, keep you until you like being here, with me. Until you can't
imagine living any other way."
He felt more than saw Spike shake his head in denial. "Yes. And you'll know." He
moved faster, clenching around Spike as he pushed down. "You'll know that no
matter how bad you think you have it with me, it could have been a hell of a lot worse
with someone else. Because at least I make you hard." Another shake and Xander
gathered all his self-control, resolved to keep going, to keep bringing Spike to the
edge time and time again.
"I decide when it's over Spike. And it won't be over until you accept what I
told you. Nod for me and you can come."
Nothing from Spike and Xander was getting desperate. He knew that he had to win
this battle to win the war, if he wanted Spike he had to be the one in control. He
leaned down again, keeping his body perfectly still and whispering right next to
Spike's ear.
"Gonna keep you like this. Rent the room for days and just keep you shackled here.
The merchant who made the cuffs, he said the mini-lathe works with exact
measurements. Gonna measure your cock, Spike, have him make a metal cock ring
and snap it on, don't have to worry about circulation with you do I? It's going to be so
tight around you, keep you hard until I choose to remove it." Xander clenched around
Spike's cock, giving him a little stimulation to up the frustration. "Fuck yeah, I'll fuck
myself on you over and over again, come on your skin and just rub it in, tease you and
lick you and bite you until all you can think about is coming." He undulated his hips,
and felt Spike freeze for a moment before the panting begun again. He looked like
Angel did when he was offered Master's blood.
Master's blood.
Xander reached for the blade habitually kept on the bedside table of such places.
Holding Spike's gaze, he brought the knife to his arm and drew a line down his lower
arm. He reached behind Spike and released the gag, bringing his arm against Spike's
mouth. "Drink, Spike. Master's blood, even after a week chipped, it must taste so
good for you." Xander moaned in pleasure when, after a brief hesitation, the soft lips
fastened around the wound and sucked. "Only human blood you'll ever taste Spike.
Master's blood. Your master. Just a nod, one little nod and you can have this
practically every day and spare yourself weeks of agony. Nod for your master, pet."
After what seemed like decades…Spike nodded.
"Good boy. My good boy." Xander praised and pushed his arm against Spike's lips,
tacit permission to keep sucking. "Feel so good around me, sucking me in." He
moaned and started riding Spike hard and fast, desperate to come. He felt Spike tense
under him and spoke a second before his pet let go. "Come for me, Spike."
Seconds later Xander was screaming out his own orgasm.
"Oh I am so taking you home with me." He mumbled, closing his eyes for a bit of a
rest before going to deal with the merchant. Spike was his and that was that.
Part Two
Spike watched the humans walk around him, chattering and laughing easily. It was
wrong. They should cower in fear, run from the monsters, not pet them and prod them
like prize horses. Spike had managed to avoid capture for years. He’d hidden in the
shadows, choosing his victims carefully, avoiding humans as much as he could.
Even the biggest of the bads had one bad day though, and the previous week it had
been him. He’d picked the wrong person, been zapped, chipped and brought to the
market to watch the happy meals play at being the masters. He’d tried to escape many
times during the past week but with the chip in his head he’d been too easy to overpower.
He saw one of the humans reach out to touch him.
“Get your hands off me you wanker.” He growled.
The human took a step back and Finn stepped up to put Spike in his place. As if Spike
would ever pay attention to what that spineless idiot thought. Finn only dealt with
chipped ‘hostiles,’ the cowardly bastard. Give him five minutes with a free vampire
and he’d be screaming like the nancy boy he was, Spike thought, glaring at him.
“He’s beautiful. I want to buy a new pet. He’ll be a fun choice. Is he available for a test drive?”
Fun choice? He was a fun choice? He was William the Bloody, member of the
Scourge of Europe and Slayer of Slayers and the little human boy thought he was a fun choice?!
“Sir I feel I should warn you, he is not tamed, it may be dangerous.”
Well good. At least Captain Cardboard thought he was somewhat dangerous. Spineless git.
Too busy glaring at Finn, Spike didn’t notice the bruisers behind him. Before he knew
what was happening he was grabbed and dragged away. He growled and tried to kick
them away, swearing and screaming at them but the pain from the chip made all his
efforts useless. The bruisers pushed him into a room and held him down, stabbing him
with a syringe of something. Just as Spike realized what they were trying to do, the
world went dark.
An hour later, he was brought back to consciousness by the out-of-place sound of a
cat mewing and snarling at something. He opened his eyes, confused for a moment as
to his surroundings. He wasn’t sure what had happened until he tried to move and
realized that he was naked and chained, spread-eagled, on a cast-iron bed.
He snarled and struggled to break the cuffs, ignoring the presence he felt entering the
room until a voice drew his attention.
“You know you can’t get out of those. I’m Xander by the way.”
Spike stopped moving and glared at Xander. What kind of name was Xander anyway?
“What exactly do you want from me?” He growled.
Xander smiled and started to unbutton his shirt.
“Want you to be my pet.”
The fuck? Humans were supposed to be vampires’ pets not the other way round! The
whole situation was unnatural. Bloody hell, was nothing sacred anymore?!
“No.” He snapped, glaring at Xander.
“Not like you have any choice on the matter. Your owner said you haven’t been used
yet so I can’t fuck you, but I can do pretty much anything else.”
Spike pulled against the cuffs one more time, hoping against hope that they would
break. A very naked Xander climbed on the bed and straddled him, settling back to sit
on his thighs.
The seriousness of his situation dawned on Spike. He was bound and chipped, unable
to defend himself. He, a master vampire and all around Big Bad was at the mercy of
one whelp of a human. The only reason he wasn’t being fucked right now was that the
humans had rules about that.
“Get off me.” He growled, unwilling to show any weakness.
“Know what I’d love to do? I’d love to shuffle forward and just push my cock in your
mouth. Fuck, just saying the words makes me hard. Seeing that pretty pink mouth
stretch around me…God I want to do that.”
Xander’s voice was husky with arousal and his hands were soft as they moved and
caressed Spike’s skin. Spike closed his eyes, telling his body not to react. It’d been so
long since he had physical contact with anyone other than a victim and Xander was so
fucking warm…
“Of course, I’m not crazy enough to actually do it. I’d like to keep my cock whole and
attached and I don’t think the pain from the chip will stop you biting it off.”
Spike held himself still as Xander’s hands concentrated on his nipples, twisting and
pinching and oh fuck that felt good. He pulled himself together enough to cover his
reaction, snarling and snapping.
“Put anything of yours anywhere near my mouth and you’ll regret it you fucking git.”
“You have a point.”
He saw Xander reach out for something and growled angrily when he saw the tube
drop next to him. A small part of him felt betrayed, as if he’d trusted Xander with his
soft voice and his warm hands…
“You said you wouldn’t fuck me you lying piece of-“
He tried to protest, to scream accusations at Xander but before he could finish his
sentence something was pushed into his mouth. A gag, he realized just in time to hear
the snap of the fastening clicking in place.
He glowered at Xander, resentful of the amusement in his eyes.
“You know, you’re really limiting my test drive. I can’t fuck you, I can’t use that
pretty mouth of yours…What else is a boy to do?” Xander sighed melodramatically
and at that moment Spike really wanted to bite the bastard and suck him dry.
“I suppose I could enjoy you in other ways.” He mused.
By the time the sentence was finished Spike was down to a constant growl, unable to
express his anger any other way. Xander’s laughter only enraged Spike more. He was
being laughed at by a human! A fucking human! He felt a warm tongue lap at his
nipple and then teeth close around it. Spike felt himself growing hard in reaction,
angry at everything now, including his own betraying body.
“You like this don’t you?” Xander asked, and turned to lavish the same attention to
the other nipple. Spike tried not to moan, and held on to his anger, glaring at Xander
when he finally lifted his head to look at him. “If looks could kill, huh? But there’s a
pressure against my tummy that says you like this.” Xander laughed and slithered
down until he was sitting back on his knees between Spike’s legs.
“See?”
Warm pressure all the way up his cock that felt so good. “Wonder if it tastes as good
as it looks…” Spike snapped his eyes towards Xander, seeing him lick at his finger,
eyes closed and an expression of pure enjoyment on his face. Fuck, he looked hot.
Spike tried to hide a moan at the image Xander made, kneeling in front of his cock,
suckling on his own finger.
“Wonder if it tastes the same straight from the source.”
Bloody hell, Xander was going to…Spike widened his eyes in shock, watching
Xander swoop down, seeing but not believing until he felt that warm mouth surround
his cock.
Fuck it felt good. Hot and wet and oh God the boy knew how to do this…his tongue
was swirling around the head, dipping into the slit and oh yeah, that felt so damn
good. Then a warm hand was wrapped around his cock and Spike watched Xander
bob up and down, taking more and more of his cock inside that delicious mouth.
Spike realized he was breathing, and tried to hold back. He couldn’t show weakness,
had to stay strong but oh fuck Xander’s mouth felt so good around his cock. He
fought his body’s reactions until he could no longer stop himself, ready to come,
wanting it so badly.
Just as he was about to give in, all sensation was removed. He glared accusingly at
Xander, angry at being denied his release.
“What, did you forget who the master was? Don’t get to come till I tell you, Pet.”
Pet. He’d actually forgotten his supposed role in all this. Xander’s pet. He
growled, anger coming back in full force, fuelled by the frustration of having come so
close to orgasm. He watched Xander reach for the lube and coat his fingers. What the
hell was he up to? Spike was sure Xander wouldn’t fuck him, if nothing else, it would
ruin the deal with Finn and he’d have to pay damages.
“You taste pretty good. Let’s see how you feel, huh?”
Feel? What? Xander was going to…The laughter only confirmed his suspicions.
“Wanna watch?”
Xander turned his back to Spike, and shuffled upwards, sitting on his chest and
affording him a great view. Spike watched incredulously as Xander slowly pushed
one finger inside his hole. He bit back a moan, listening to Xander tell him how good
it felt to stretch himself, how he couldn’t wait to have Spike’s cock stretching him. He
felt his own cock grow impossibly hard, and couldn’t stop a moan when he felt
Xander’s tongue lick him from the base all the way to the crown.
Spike watched hungrily as Xander pulled his fingers out and swung around, lowering
himself on Spike’s cock. Spike closed his eyes, hardly able to stand the tight heat
wrapping around his cock.
He closed his eyes, trying to keep some control, Xander was so. Damn .hot.
“Have to know who the master is, Spike. Open your eyes.” Xander ordered and
despite his best intentions Spike’s eyes snapped open. He covered his obedience by
glaring but Xander chose that moment to tighten his muscles, clenching around
Spike’s cock and fuck that felt so good.
“Keep looking at me Spike. See me fuck myself on you.”
Spike didn’t even think about moving his eyes away. Seeing Xander move against
him, feeling his cock slamming into that tight ass after so much time alone, it felt too
good to be true.
“That’s it, look at your master. Gonna have you. Buy you and keep you with me and
just do this every. Single. Day.”
Xander’s voice had dropped to a husky murmur and Spike loved the sound, he
couldn’t stand the words but the sound…fuck the sound was driving him insane with want.
“Gonna fuck you and have you fuck me over and over again. Like you as you are,
Spike, all fire and passion. The others, they like tame and obedient. Would break you
right up, put you back together to be the perfect pet.”
All Spike could hear was fire, passion, fucking over and over again, he moaned and
tried to communicate his need for more but Xander kept going at a slow, steady pace,
building up the need to come but never taking him there. Suddenly Xander was
pressed against him, moaning against his ear. Spike couldn’t help a shiver at the
sound. “Not me. I want you, angry and passionate. Gonna make you feel so fucking
good, keep you until you like being here, with me. Until you can’t imagine living any
other way.”
No, no that was wrong. He wouldn’t be someone’s pet, especially not a human’s.
“Yes.” Xander whispered in his ear. “And you’ll know. You’ll know that no matter
how bad you think you have it with me, it could have been a hell of a lot worse with
someone else. Because at least I make you hard.”
Spike shook his head, trying to deny the truth, because even as Xander moved faster
he knew he needed more, more of that heat, more of that mouth, more of this Xander human.
“I decide when it’s over Spike. And it won’t be over until you accept what I
told you. Nod for me and you can come.”
Spike gathered all his self-control, willing himself not to nod. He couldn’t give in so
easily. Angelus always said that he was a slave to his body’s needs but to give in to a
human so fast would be nothing short of total humiliation.
He felt Xander lean down again, shivered as Xander started whispering in his ear.
“Gonna keep you like this. Rent the room for days and just keep you shackled here.
The merchant who made the cuffs, he said the mini-lathe works with exact
measurements. Gonna measure your cock, Spike, have him make a metal cockring
and snap it on, don’t have to worry about circulation with you do I? It’s going to be so
tight around you, keep you hard until I choose to remove it.” Spike tried not to moan
at the images Xander’s words conjured. “Fuck yeah, I’ll fuck myself on you over and
over again, come on your skin and just rub it in, tease you and lick you and bite you
until all you can think about is coming.” He felt Xander clench around him, felt the
little movement of his hips and froze, willing himself not to nod. He needed to come
so badly, needed to feel Xander come. He panted, trying to use breathing to keep
himself under control.
Spike saw Xander reach for something and watched as he brought a blade to his arm
and cut, blood trickling out of the wound. Spike hadn’t seen a human bleed in the
month since he’d been captured and he stared, hypnotized, at the welling blood. He
felt the gag get released and breathed through his mouth, tasting the scent of fresh
human blood.
“Drink, Spike. Master’s blood, even after a month chipped, it must taste so good for you.”
Suddenly the bleeding arm was in front of his mouth. Spike tried to resist but the need
for the taste was too strong and he latched on the wound, drinking greedily.
“Only human blood you’ll ever taste Spike. Master’s blood. Your master. Just a nod,
one little nod and you can have this practically every day and spare yourself weeks of
agony. Nod for your master, pet.”
Oh God, he couldn’t accept this, he couldn’t nod. But his cock was so hard and the
blood was so delicious and Xander was so damn hot and tight…To have this every
day…Angelus was right, Spike was a slave to his body’s desires and his body
desired Xander.
Spike nodded.
“Good boy. My good boy.” Xander praised and pushed his arm against Spike’s lips,
tacit permission to keep sucking. “Feel so good around me, sucking me in.”
Spike worried the wound with his tongue, trying to get as much as he could, tried to
move his hips as much as he could, thrusting just as Xander slammed down. He was
so close, needed to come so bad.
“Come for me, Spike.”
The words, spoken in that husky tone he loved so much, pushed him over the edge.
Seconds later he heard Xander scream out his name, felt him ripple around him.
“Oh I am so taking you home with me.”
Spike closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax, wondering what the hell he’d just
got himself into.
The End
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