Just Another Game

Author: pixel
Title: Just Another Game
Chapter: 1/?
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17
Feedback: always welcome
Concrit much appreciated and possibly needed, I love to read spander but this is my first attempt at writing this pairing
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is still owned by Joss et al ~ anything new is mine.
Warnings/Squicks: BDSM,implied n/c,anal/oral
Summary: ficlet, spander through the years
Beta(s): don’t have one
Distribution: hell, if anyone wants it just take it. Just drop me a line so I can take a look.

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Just Another Game


Just another game, the words seemed to go round and round in Xander’s head. He and Spike had played plenty of games in the past few months, they’d started out as fuck buddies, after Anya had left rather than face yet another apocalypse and Spike had realised his Buffy obsession had disappeared when he’d regained his soul. They’d become closer as time went by and what had started out as solace had developed into love. Xander was under no illusions about his lover, it didn’t matter if sometimes it was his cock buried deep in Spike’s ass, the truth was the vampire was in control here, he set the rules and pushed past all Xander’s limits, he might have thought Anya was obsessed with sex but she had nothing on Spike. They’d tried every dirty fantasy that had ever been in Xander’s dreams and a good many he’d never have thought of on his own, even when he couldn’t say out loud what he really wanted, Spike always knew, those fabulous vampire senses picking up each surge of arousal from Xander’s body and never letting Xander back away or feel ashamed of what he wanted.

But this was different, two weeks of being his vampire’s pet.
Xander looked again at the collar in his hands, running his fingers over the soft leather and staring at the little tag Spike’s Pet, could he really do this. Two weeks off work which coincided with Spike’s deathday, and his idea of a present had been to offer to fulfil any fantasy of Spike’s ~ the break was all supposed to be about his lover. He hadn’t expected this, Spike wanted him to be a pet, just like he’d read about in the old watcher journals, two weeks when he’d basically be Spike’s slave ~ no safe word, no way out, just whatever Spike wanted. He knew his lover would never really hurt him, and wasn’t that a surprise, he had complete trust in a vampire, but he was still nervous about abandoning his freedom, even temporarily.

They’d talked about it, after Spike made his request, long hours spent discussing what would happen, and Xander still couldn’t quite understand why the idea of this turned him on so much. Submission was one thing, he’d always been submissive in his relationships and had long since come to terms with that, this was different; he’d be giving up all control, even if he hated what was happening there’d be no way to stop it. In the end temptation wins out over fear, the need to do this overcoming his last inhibition, removing his clothes Xander kneels in the centre of the room, clasps the collar round his neck and awaits his Master.

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Two months on and Xander feels like he’s back where he started, sitting on the floor with a collar in his hands, trying to decide if this is what he wants, if this is who he wants to be. He thinks back and tries to remember exactly how he’d felt the last time he wore a collar.

The first day was all about rules :- all the things a good pet should do, all the ways to please his Master, and Xander knew from the start he was in trouble, because he isn’t good with rules at the best of times, but when Spike’s hands are on his body and he’s out of his mind with lust, the chances of him remembering anything are slim to none.

The next few days are a blur in his mind, hour after hour of pleasure and pain, one coupling running into the next, he’s no idea how many times he’d come in those days, how many times he’d passed out from pleasure. He knows that his body had ached, every muscle stretched and strained as he’d strived to obey his lover’s every whim. He remembers trying so hard, wanting so much to get it right, to be a good pet and when he’d failed, forgetting some rule in the heat of passion, he’d been grateful for the punishment, welcomed the reminder of his master’s control.

One night though, stuck clearly in his head. He’d been lying on the bed, spread-eagled, arms and legs chained tight to the bed-frame. Spike was riding him, fucking himself on Xander’s cock, Spike had cum twice already and had showed no signs of being ready to stop and the cockring Xander was wearing meant he’d stay hard as long as the vampire wanted. He’d no idea how long this had gone on, lost in the pleasure and pain, whimpers and moans ripped from his body each time his lover moved. He would have pleaded for release, begged, offered anything; but he’d forgotten himself once already that day, calling out Spike instead of Master and that meant he was staying gagged until Master was satisfied he could control his mouth.

He remembers Spike stopping, looking directly in his eyes, then leaning forward and whispering in his ear, “So beautiful pet, so open and wanting. You’re mine, to do with as I want, should keep you like this, right here. Never go out, never get dressed, slick and waiting whenever I want you. Nothing for you but being there for me, do you want that pet? Be nothing but my toy, my perfect little fuck-toy.” So he’d gone from fuck buddy, to boyfriend, to slave, to toy and shouldn’t that have been wrong, he was a person not a thing, but when Spike released the cockring and started to ride Xander again, pounding on his abused cock, Xander could only think how good this felt and when Spike whispered in his ear again asking what he was, telling him he was just a toy, just a thing to please his master, Xander had been more turned on then he’d ever before in his life. He'd screamed as he came, thinking that if he’d been free to speak he would have agreed with everything Spike had said.

When the two weeks were over the collar had come off, and they’d settled back into life, Xander tried to talk about it, what it had been like, but Spike told him to wait, to be sure of what he wanted. The games went on as usual; student Xander bent over a desk getting caned for forgetting his homework, victim Xander getting raped by a random stranger or child Xander lying in his Daddy’s lap being spanked for misbehaving; and some nights without games, just two lovers twined together lost in love and passion. He loves every minute of their time together, every caress, every blow; but something just isn’t …..right. He has a safe word, or when his mouth is stuffed full of cock or gag, a pretty little ball with a bell inside and that means that despite the fact that Spike’s the one holding the paddle or tying the ropes, Xander’s the one in charge. He’s the one who decides how far they go or when to call a halt. He’s never had to do it, Spike’s never found a line Xander isn’t willing to cross, but it isn’t what he wants. He already knows he belongs with Spike, knows that for them this is it, true love, until one of them is gone; but now he wants more, wants what he had in those two amazing weeks, wants to belong to Spike.

So he went back to the sex shop, alone this time, and bought another collar, same design but a smaller tag, just one word Toy and now he’s kneeling, naked, oiled and stretched just like Spike had said. Waiting for his Master again. Ready to make this real, for this not to be a game.

tbc…….