Puppy Love

Pairings: Spander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... NC-17
Warnings: Slavery, nudity, lotta the same from the previous chapter. Anal play, plugs, humiliation, non-con, bondage, gags, exhibitionism (Set between seasons 2-3)
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Spike finally takes what's his.
Beta: Tamakin

A.N. This is in response to the prompt table given to me by hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!

Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her, pretty please? She's been rather quiet lately.

I'm not going to mention what category, since they're trying to keep things as annony as possible, but YAYS! Puppy Love gots nommed at the Big Bad Awards!

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Xander woke with a start, sleep fading from his mind in a flash of panic fuelled fire. His memory kicked in a few moments later, putting a label to his fear up in front of his mind’s eye where he couldn’t blink and stop looking at it. He couldn’t deny it, he couldn’t pretend it wasn’t there, it was there, right there, right now, right this second! Well, okay, maybe not this second but his cage had been picked up and put on a wheeled cart and it was being pushed smoothly down a corridor to a dreaded destination. Not that he knew exactly where they were going, or why they were going, but he knew what was going to happen when he got there, so that made anyplace that they were going a bad place to be!

He panted around the gag, air whistling harshly through his nose, and cursed it silently. He felt dizzy and parched; his long and strictly held fast was finally catching up with him. He was weak, he felt his lips crack and bleed around the tightly cinched gag while the rest of him sagged weakly in his bindings. Ya know, it’d be good to know that fang faced realized I’m human, and for optimum blood letting and active resisting to rape he should feed me. Possibly water me. I feel like a plant. I should have come with a tag with caring and planting directions, he snorted to himself. Plant away from direct long term sunlight. The Xan-plant thrives best in casual lighting with care that it doesn’t overheat or freeze. Please remember to feed and water your Xan-plant or it may wilt, wither, no longer react in classic Xan-plant ways, and eventually die. Please see your dealer about further Xan-plant caring instructions

He re-thought that last line and felt a little green. He really did have a dealer. He had a dealer, and a buyer, and let’s not forget a trainer too. He was essentially a trained show dog, though thankfully he hadn’t been trained in much yet. He was rather apprehensive about that, actually; the training that is. He wasn’t sure what Spike expected of a bought and paid for slave, but he was rather sure he wasn’t going to like it.

He finally thought about what was going to happen today. Well, no… he’d thought about it pretty much as soon as Spike had said anything about it, but he hadn’t thought about the actual choice… to obey and submit and get off easy… or fight and resist and suffer for it.

He wished he had more time to think about this, but he could tell they’d already reached their destination. The cart had slowed to a careful stop and he was lifted, blanket, cage and all, to be put down… somewhere. It felt solid and firm, but beyond that Xander couldn’t tell. He was then pulled out of the cage, backwards, and before his head passed the blanket so he could see where he was, a blindfold was pressed against his eyes and bound tightly behind his head.

There he was left to wait, bound and on display as he’d been left all night but now he was vulnerable to any who would touch or violate him, the security of the cage a clearly denied luxury. He couldn’t help shivering… though he wished he could stop, it made his chains rattle loudly and he really didn’t like to draw any attention to himself right now.

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He stalked into the room. There was no other way to describe the feline grace and hungry stance other than ‘stalked’. He was hungry, famished, starved, parched and wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into that tasty morsel of captured flesh to sate his thirst and sink his cock deep into the velvety heat to sate his hunger. Oh he wanted the boy. He wanted this human that he’d found at an auction miles away from his natural habitat. An exotic specimen bought and paid for with his hard earned… well… hard stolen money.

He wondered what the whelp had chosen, but found himself equally divided when it came to deciding which one he hoped for. A warm and willing human was a definite treat, one he would be hard pressed to improve upon. Wiggling and squirming beneath him, panting and sweating as he reached shuddering climax after climax. Ahhhhhh, how sweet that blood would taste, almost over-powered by lust and hormones and the sharp tang of fresh orgasm dancing across his pallet when he drank…

Or he could fight. He could cry and beg and it would just add an appetizer to the main course. The tears would fall like bitter rain, curses and heart felt fear and revulsion spat at him with venom and heat… all while forced to climax after climax. Fighting against his treacherous body while Spike played him like a well tuned electric guitar, it just made the prize that much more exhilarating. He wasn’t sure which side he was rooting for, they both had their more appealing aspects now didn’t they?

A minion darted forward in the chamber and took Spike’s black silk robe from his shoulders, leaving him nude in the candle lit room. The house’s occupants lined the walls deep in recessed shadows and were eerily silent. They waited to see where this would lead them, what their night’s entertainment would bring with hungry eyes.

He crouched beside his pet, running a light caress down a shivering back and made soft calming sounds. With deft fingers he undid the clasp on the gag and slid the drool covered ball free of slack lips. He heard the puppy take in deep breaths, whimpering almost inaudibly in pain as he closed his abused jaws.

“Know you’ve been thinking, pet, so…,” he almost purred, tongue dancing out to trace the shell of a sweat damp ear, “do you get shagged on a nice comfy bed or strapped down to this contraption?” He watched as the shakes increased, the heartbeat tripping along at dizzying speeds. His boy smelt of terror and loathing but also a frisson of lust, and the lust seemed to have won out.

“Please Sir,” he whispered, eyes clenched tight behind the blindfold as he tried to deny to himself what was happening, what he was asking. Anything to make this easier…

“Please Sir, the bed…” he swallowed thickly, feeling his tongue stick to the roof of his dry mouth. Shame burned inside him as he felt himself responding to Spike’s feather light caresses along his bare skin. He felt those sneaky fingers toy with the base of the plug, twisting and twitching it, making it touch that place inside him once more. His breath caught, and he couldn’t help but lean back into the touch.

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When Spike heard those words fall from trembling, numb lips he felt something uncoil inside him. He felt a hunger flare deep inside and almost consume him. He rubbed the boys aching jaw for a brief moment before rubbing lightly down his neck and back. When he finally reached the base of his spine the human was shaking so much the chains were rattling musically around him.

He twisted the plug, turning it and twisting it and pressing it… against… that… special… spot. Xander jumped at that touch, that stroke. Spike could see beads of sweat burst down along his spine and the scent of arousal was so blatant he almost felt like he was drowning in it. If that wasn’t proof enough of the whelp’s needs, the dripping and heavy erection surely was. Finally he pulled the plug free, delighting in the sharp cry and gazed hungrily at the nude and glistening pucker just shuddering closed on itself.

Spike held out his hand, the expected keys were quickly pressed into his palm and he set to work undoing the brat’s bindings. He left the cuffs and collar locked on and turned one long chain into a leash. He tugged once on the leash and frowned when Xander didn’t move.

The next tug was markedly sharper and Xander scrambled to follow its lead, stumbling and crashing about as his stiff and aching limbs took longer to respond than he was used to. He tangled himself in the metal and wood, never sure where one hand fell or his knee pressed against. Finally he freed himself and followed at a silent and bow-headed crawl. He looked so meek and timid, trembling still and blushing like the virgin he was. Heat pooled under his skin where his blood painted the surface as he blushed.

Spike tugged him up the steps to the large silk covered bed and pressed him onto his back on the cool fabric. He lay down beside his warm and nummy pet and ran his fingers down the heaving chest. He heard his pet gulping, trying to swallow to ease his parched throat. Poor thing had been without food or water since before he was bought, he was probably feeling the effects by now.

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Xander felt those cool lips return to his ear, nibbling and teasing the sensitive flesh. He tilted his head and felt the cool links of his dropped leash press against his skin, causing him to gasp in shock and surprise. He heard Spike chuckle before he shifted his weight. Xander seized his chance.

And unchaining me from that stupid torture device definitely made things easier! He thought to himself before he punched Spike hard in the jaw and sprung from the bed at the same time. He ripped off the blindfold and opened his eyes to figure out where to run to when he realized pain!! The light blinded him and sent sharp strikes of pain through his eyes so he closed them. He scrambled to his feet beside the bed, stretched his arms out in front of him and shuffled forward, doing a mighty strong impression of a classic horror movie zombie.

He made it three blind shuffling steps before a delicate white hand shot out with chilling accuracy to snatch the swinging leash still attached to his collar in a white knuckled fist. Xander, of course, didn’t see any of this since his eyes were closed. The first indication he had that anything was wrong was when he was yanked harshly back to the bed, cool silk bunching up beneath his naked ass and WOW wasn’t it fun to remember you were naked when you’d forgotten and you can’t do anything about it? Oh yeah, this is great, this is… crap!

A low voiced growl echoed in the silent room, filling his ears and head with such staunch anger and disfavour heralding a long and torturous regime before falling back in the vampire’s favour. If ever. At least he’ll kill me instead of keeping me now.

Xander kicked out hard, connecting with something solid that made the vampire snarl. He swallowed thickly and thought, Being dead makes things easier too, when those cool slender fingers belied their appearance and wrapped about his throat like a well controlled vice. Steadily they pressed him down into the soft mattress, cutting off his air with an alarming precision and chilling patience. Xander kept gasping in breath after struggling breath, thinking each one would be his last but it never was and he couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that his ploy hadn’t worked.

Not as impulsive as previously advertised! Xander babbled to himself as he gasped for air, suddenly understanding a little better about the situation he was in. Not only was Spike obsessive and controlling and slightly ADHD, he was also chillingly in control even when in a rage. Any hopes he’d held, however weakly, that Spike would just flip out and kill him, freeing him from this hellish reality were soundly dashed to pieces.

He’ll never let me go… His breath caught at the realization and he clenched his eyes shut tightly in denial. Spots danced in his vision, a red tinged haze, but it was okay, because his eyes were closed, so he couldn’t really see any of this. Nononono, the stars exploding in his eyes were fine, because… because… be… becau-

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The whelp was finally out, conciousness fleeing with the lack of oxygen and blood flow to the brain. He’d been careful, hadn’t crushed anything, hadn’t injured him beyond repair. Other than a bruised and sore throat with a pounding head he wouldn’t have any lasting damage. Spike was good with that, good with limits and boundaries. He knew when to temper his needs, how to sheath his desire behind the silky caress of control. It was like a drug, sometimes. Pushing himself to the limit, and not letting himself get any further, no matter how much he yearned and burned for it.

Quickly he bound his human’s arms together with a stout length of rope and looped the loose end over the wrought iron headboard. He tied a swift and secure knot as he gazed down at the dark beauty bound to his silk strewn bed. Almost gently he slid the gag back between lax lips, locking it tight behind his head once more.

He sighed contentedly to himself, the human was already beginning to stir beneath him, making faint sounds of distress. He settled himself between Xander’s splayed thighs before he came to enough to realize what was happening. He smirked to himself and leant forward, scenting the human’s neck as he slowly rose to consciousness. Aaaaaaaah…. There it is…

The boy smelled sweet, even half starved as he was, but that burst… Ahh, that made it that much more perfect. He loved how it always came with that sharp tang of shame and self loathing. The boy lusted for him, he just hadn’t admitted it to himself yet… Or if he had, he hadn’t been willing to give in to temptation. Didn’t matter, in the end he’d be panting with it, squirming and begging to be filled and used and left to lick his dribblings from the floor. And then he’d come back begging for more. Spike would see to it, he’d make sure of it, and after years of being the pupil to an artist, he was going to strike a blow on his own block of marble. And Xander would be exquisite.

Spike could see himself presenting his boy to their conclave, letting them admire his new prize. It made him groan low in his throat, and it caused Xander to stir beneath him. He chuckled, delighting in the shiver his questing tongue elicited. He curled it around a fleshy earlobe and applied suction, grinding against his pet when it brought out a gasp. Should pierce these… he mused. Maybe if he earns it, Spike decided. Unless I get bored and just wanna see him in a pretty pair of sparklies, he amended with a smirk.

Xander stirred beneath him again, this time in fright. He swallowed a sob that the vampire still heard and kicked out suddenly with his legs, twisting so his knees went between his own body and the cool one draped atop him. He kicked out futilely, trying to dislodge the vampire who only chuckled and enjoyed the ride.

“That’s it pet, fight me,” he crooned in Xander’s ear. “It makes this just that much more fun.” He pressed his body down the length of the human’s, drinking in the delicious heat and the tantalizing aroma’s. He couldn’t help the chuckle that danced past his lips when he felt Xander relax tensely beneath him and then the out right laughter when suddenly he started fighting again.

“Can’t even make up your mind about what you want, can you? You want it sweet an’ tender, rough an’ wild, cool an’ indifferent. Got a whole dark closet full of dirty little fantasies, don’t you? Gonna be so much fun findin’ what makes you scream loudest.” He held Xander down with one hand on his shoulder while using the other to slide Xander’s legs over his shoulders. He quickly positioned himself at the human’s clenched opening and looked down at his face to drink in every emotion darting through those gorgeous brown eyes.

Xander was madly shaking his head from wide to side, screaming behind his gag in abject fear. His chest was heaving with shuddering sobs as tears streamed from his brimming eyes. Spike traced their path down his temple, lapping at the salty offerings and shuddering with pleasure.

Xander pleaded with him, whimpering and moaning because the gag stripped him of words. He sobbed, crying in earnest as he tried to squirm away and failing. The fear, the terror, the desolation and pure lust rolling off the boy made Spike’s gums itch until his fangs descended in answer. Xander screamed at the demon’s sudden appearance and struggled even harder than before, no longer fully in control of his body as instinct took over.

He’s going to kill me! KILL ME!!! Wait, that’s what I wanted. But I don’t want to die! Please! No dying! I’m rather sure it’s a hard and fast rule for being a part of the Scoobie gang and I’m a member and I can’t die! We always win, we never loose, we don’t die dammit!

Spike groaned low in his throat at the warm thrashing beneath him. The groan lengthened into a low voiced growl that echoed in the quiet chamber. He felt Xander gasp in a breath, hot chest pressing up against his morbidly cool one, pressing fear scented sweat into his skin, and thrust as hard as he could in without any further warning. The answering muffled scream ignited a fire deep within him, dancing a spark from the base of his spine and up to his brain. It left behind a slow burning fire that pulsed under his skin, spreading out to his limbs and digits making them tingle and twitch.

Oh sweet pet, yessssssssss… Waiting for you was worth it, waiting for this. Never gonna give you up, never gonna give this up. Mine now puppy, my pet my whore my little boy. Gonna fuck him every night, gonna have him full of my, dribbling my seed down his thighs whenever I’m not. He’ll stink of me, of us, and I’ll never let it fade because sweet mother of fuck I can’t remember when this last felt so good…

He felt Xander surging beneath him, sobbing in earnest as the pain drowned out everything else and he fought for his freedom. Spike darted down and licked his parched and bleeding lower lip, tasting the heady musk and the sharp tang of lust and terror in those few drops. He pulled out and thrust in again, the scent of Xander’s blood perfumed the air and teased his senses almost to the point of frenzy.

Some lube was still there to ease his passage, but not much, not enough to stop the tearing of a vicious fucking like the one he was getting. It added a little burn and tingle to Spike’s cock, the menthol still present and activated itself the more he thrust inside. Spike forced his way inside, feeling the heat, the walls fluttering and clutching about his thrusting cock as the whelp tried to force him out but it only spurred him on. He pressed deeper and deeper into the resisting flesh, hammering in and out hard enough to bruise Xander’s backside and still it went on.

Without warning he snarled out a single word and struck like a snake at the vulnerable curve of the boy’s throat, instinct driving him to bite the opposite side from his first tasting. His yellow eyes rolled back in his demon faced head at the pure bliss that rolled down his throat. It was heady, thick and rich, flooding into his mouth before streaming down his throat and it was so good.

He understood now, what Angelus had meant when he’d said most pet’s don’t survive a claiming. Most vampire’s probably couldn’t control themselves after the first taste of what was now bound and tied as theirs, but Spike… he’d been trained by the best to control his urges when the need arose.

He pulled back well before things got dangerous for his newly claimed pet, and gasped in a lungful of breath while he emptied himself inside the hot channel. His snarling howl fillied the room as the deal was sealed shut and the bindings laced tight with adamantium cords. No demon would ever be able to mistake the human’s new scent, it was marked as indelibly as his skin, owned and possessed by Spike and none other. He pulled back his fangs and howled once more into the air, now scented with his and Xander’s cum that had spilt when his fangs slid into warm and yielding flesh. The scent was heavy and cloying and entirely decadent.

Lazily he thrust in and out of the nearly unconscious human, his passage well slicked and it was easy going without the active resistance from before. He leant down and lapped at a fat drop of Xander’s cum like a kitten at cream and couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips. He is a feast, this one…

Efficiently he released the lock by twisting it off, not even bothering with the key, and unbuckled the gag. He tossed it aside and listened as his claimed pet whimpered in pain and distress, working his stiff jaw gingerly. He drank in his misery while he tore into his own wrist. His own cool blood dribbled into his mouth before he held it above Xander’s gasping and panting mouth.

“I said it once, and again I say MINE!” Spike roared.

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Xander convulsively swallowed, consciousness was tenuous at best but he heard it the second time Spike said it. He’d hoped, really and truly hoped, that Spike wouldn’t stop. It had seemed like his wish had been granted for a little bit but at the last moment Spike had withdrawn and forced his blood down his throat.

It tasted thick and cool and soothed his parched throat. It tasted… it tasted… over powering. It was heady with power, sending a jolt to his heart. He panicked for a second and wondered if Spike had given up on the human part of a human pet and had instead started to change him into a vampire. He thought about fighting it, he really did, before he decided at least as a vampire he wouldn’t have a soul. He wouldn’t regret anything he was forced to do, then. He’d probably enjoy everything Spike forced on him, so why not?

With his eyes clenched shut he swallowed, welcoming oblivion as it claimed him.