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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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Adult ++
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54
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Chapter 15B/50 - Moon
Appropriate Ratings: NC17
Warnings: Questionable consent (Ah heck, we all know it's non-con, right?), blood, biting, etc
Short Summary: Puppy makes his decision and Spike becomes slightly unhinged. (Cut into two parts for length)
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The scent brought him back to himself. The sweet bubbling burst of pheromones that was unique to his precious pet. Ahhhhhh, how they sizzled on his tongue and pallet, popping in sweet bursts that left him hungering for more. He drew it in with softly panted gasps, letting his eyes flicker open. The sight that greeted him stole his unneeded breath away. He groaned softly and heard the answering hitch in breath from his pet; his demon responded with its own throaty growl.
“You’re exactly what she said, aren’t you pet?” He asked in drunken wonderment, reaching out the stroke the bared throat. The shiver he drew from his pet made his mouth water and his eyes shimmer from blue to gold. He’s giving me himself, Spike marveled, running his fingers through sable locks then stroking them over the scar, feeling the heat radiate from it. Wants me… finally admits he wants me… With a cruel grin he pressed down hard on the scar, delighting in the startled pained/pleasured moan. The burst of lust filled pheromones that followed immediately after came as no surprise Wants all of this… wants me. She was right. Bloody bint was right.
Without thought his body lunged forward, pressing his lips hard against the human’s, moaning when the boy’s mouth opened almost instantly to allow his tongue full access. He heard the thudding heartbeat speed merrily along, whispers of blood through dilated passages were music to his ears. Bint was right… He smells so good, all ripe for me, waiting like a good puppy. Never been touched, never been trained but knows how to get my demon purring. So sweet my boy is… so sweet.
Xander stayed unmoving beneath the assault, though his tongue was active and very responsive. Spike pulled back to nibble gently along Xander’s lips, feeling each shuddering breath being drawn in and let out. His erection was blatant and weeping steadily, pearly drops collecting at the head before splatting on the carpet, but he made no move to ease his needs. Such a good boy. So good. He licked and nibbled down to warm curve of arched throat and getting an uncontrollable gasp and hip thrust when he applied pressure to the scar. Nummy little treat…
The haze of alcohol was lifting along with his spirits. Well, along with his erection anyways, lust sobered him almost as quickly as fear if it was intense enough, and this really was intense lust. It burned through him, roared through his veins with tingling, burning fire. Want him on the bed, on silk. Want to feel his legs around me. Gonna take him, make him mine. He’ll never leave, he’ll never ever leave me. Always be mine, always always be mine. He cried silent tears into Xander throat, trying to hold back his gentle sobbing.
With a sudden snarl he jumped to his feet, using lust as well as anger to fuel him onwards. He leant down and swung Xander over his shoulder with frightening ease and carried him the handful of steps to the foot of the bed before he tossed his burden effortlessly into the middle of the plush bed. Xander barely got a chance to make a squeak in response to the abrupt movements, but he never once struggled or denied Spike whatever he wanted.
Spike stood at the foot of the bed and paused, feeling the hunger for blood abate while igniting another hunger within. He smirked evilly before starting to crawl sensually up the bed to cover Xander’s trembling, naked body with his. “She said you were mine, ‘cause I need someone to keep me whole.” He laughed softly to himself, shaking his head slightly. “She knows me, stupid fucking… doesn’t matter,” he shook his head resolutely, promising himself he’d stop lamenting for now and enjoy the sweet warm treat beneath him.
“Said she saw where I’d go without you, that givin’ me up earlier was better for me. Turns out without you, I’d be in some serious pain right now.” He giggled to himself helplessly Not like I’m in kill-me-now pain anyways! Shoulda killed me, shoulda put me outta my misery… NO! Not now, got my boy. ‘S what she wanted, wasn’t it? For him to take her place, keep me from the “evil thorned sun-shine” whatever the bloody hell that meant, keep me from the “family curse”, whichever one it is we have that she means. Saved me from worse pain, right? So I should go with it, take advantage of it. Gonna make him remember he’s mine, he thought, right before lunging in for another kiss.
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Okay, glad I made up my mind, because it sure as hell doesn’t look like Spike can! What the hell! Oh… wait… okay, lips. Cool lips right on mine and that tongue. Good GAWD that tongue is doing things I didn’t know a tongue could do, and I’ve tried to do a lot of things with my tongue. Not that I was practicing because I wasn’t, I was just… oh… f-foo… god, what was I thinking again? Spike had pinned his arms high above his head with one hand which he struggled against minutely, feeling an odd thrill when he realized he’d never be able to break that grasp.
He panted softly for a few seconds through his nose before drawing in and holding a shuddering breath, needing to break a rule and close his eyes for a brief second to gather up the courage. He hoped Spike didn’t notice, or that he’d forget when Xander wrapped his thighs around Spike’s hip to draw him hard against his throbbing erection. He heard Spike growl softly at his presumption and he bared his throat once more in response, submitting to Spike’s dominance. When Spike ground back down against him he sighed contentedly, knowing his transgression was forgiven, for now, and he pressed back hungrily in response while gazing at the vampire through lowered lashes.
Covered in tears and kisses, came Xander’s thoughts, barely coherently. It felt cleansing, in a way. He wasn’t Xander the Zeppo, waiting for someone to come rescue him, he was Spike’s Pet, so what he was doing was alright, it was expected of him! It was alright because he’d decided he’d rather live than die, rather be comfortable for the rest of his short life than bruised broken and defeated. And it felt so good.
It’ll hurt less this way, giving instead of having it taken, He felt Spike slide a hand between them to pull out the plug he was never without. He heard Spike mutter something about him being a good boy, that good boys get treated right. His breath was knocked out of him as Spike reached across his body to the night table and retrieved a bottle of lube from the drawer.
Xander gulped in a panicked breath as the reality of the situation finally hit him, but Spike just started kissing him all over again and then he couldn’t remember why he panicked. So good, Spike. So good… how do you know how to make it so good? He wasn’t panicked anymore. Now he was just wishing Spike would let his arms go. Not gonna run anymore Spike, no where to go. Let me touch you, please? Want to touch you…
A slicked cock pressed impatiently at his entrance before pressing smoothly inside in one impatient thrust. That’s when he started screaming.
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Scream pretty for me, that’s it pet. Never hide from me, never deny me, you’re mine until you die and you will remember it! Heat enveloped him, milked him, stroked him. He was drowning in the scent of want, need, tears and pain. The boy was a heady bouquet of every scent his demon craved, demanded, and he was drunk with it. It had been so long, so very very long since he’d been able to sate his hungers in fresh, pliant flesh. Even though the human screamed, even though he struggled so prettily beneath him, arching and bucking and writhing… he didn’t struggle nearly as hard as he could and he never stopped smelling of want.
After a few rapid thrusts the boy is even pushing back against Spike, encouraging each thrust with barely timid movements. Boys mine, knows it. He’ll remember, he’ll remember because he’ll never be without my scent. Fuck, I could loose myself in him. Dru, damn you Dru. Why’d you do this to me? Won’t forget you, won’t ever forget you, but he feels so good beneath me.
Without warning he deepened his thrusts, and pulled warm hips back hard against him hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises. Xander was making an almost mewling sound, keening and totally beyond his control and Spike didn’t bother holding his human mask anymore. Xander didn’t even seem to notice through his lust filled haze. He’s so beautiful like that. Totally lost in the moment, in the sensation. He’d make such a pretty childe, wouldn’t he?
The tide pulled hard suddenly, images of Xander as a vampire hunting, fucking, obediently sucking his cock in front of his precious friends pushing over an edge he hadn’t realized he was at. Instinct short circuited his brain, his fangs were parting soft succulent skin the instant his tepid seed filled his pet. The fresh flowing hot blood filled his mouth and triggered yet another orgasm, leaving him shivering and spent on top of the warm, sweat slick skin.
Warm, trembling, sweat slicked skin.
Spike chuckled darkly and gripped Harris’s engorged and dribbling cock in an almost crushing grip. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you puppy?” Whimpered assent was his only reply before Spike started twisting his prize. Xander yelped and started to squirm delightfully once more before the words came from stuttering lips.
“I-I-I’m a g-g-g-good p-p-puh-puppy!”
Spike smirked to himself and licked the fresh wound, giving Xander’s cock a few swift wanks. “And good boys get rewarded. Cum pet.” The answering scream was no less piercing than the one ripped from him earlier in the evening, but it filled him with a different kind of hunger. The spurts of hot cum between their bodies finished it, leaving his pet dazed and exhausted, eyes glazed and darkened as he stared blindly ahead.
Maybe after he’s properly trained. He’ll look so pretty in the moonlight.
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Warnings: Questionable consent (Ah heck, we all know it's non-con, right?), blood, biting, etc
Short Summary: Puppy makes his decision and Spike becomes slightly unhinged. (Cut into two parts for length)
Beta: LJ User: Tamakin
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?
The scent brought him back to himself. The sweet bubbling burst of pheromones that was unique to his precious pet. Ahhhhhh, how they sizzled on his tongue and pallet, popping in sweet bursts that left him hungering for more. He drew it in with softly panted gasps, letting his eyes flicker open. The sight that greeted him stole his unneeded breath away. He groaned softly and heard the answering hitch in breath from his pet; his demon responded with its own throaty growl.
“You’re exactly what she said, aren’t you pet?” He asked in drunken wonderment, reaching out the stroke the bared throat. The shiver he drew from his pet made his mouth water and his eyes shimmer from blue to gold. He’s giving me himself, Spike marveled, running his fingers through sable locks then stroking them over the scar, feeling the heat radiate from it. Wants me… finally admits he wants me… With a cruel grin he pressed down hard on the scar, delighting in the startled pained/pleasured moan. The burst of lust filled pheromones that followed immediately after came as no surprise Wants all of this… wants me. She was right. Bloody bint was right.
Without thought his body lunged forward, pressing his lips hard against the human’s, moaning when the boy’s mouth opened almost instantly to allow his tongue full access. He heard the thudding heartbeat speed merrily along, whispers of blood through dilated passages were music to his ears. Bint was right… He smells so good, all ripe for me, waiting like a good puppy. Never been touched, never been trained but knows how to get my demon purring. So sweet my boy is… so sweet.
Xander stayed unmoving beneath the assault, though his tongue was active and very responsive. Spike pulled back to nibble gently along Xander’s lips, feeling each shuddering breath being drawn in and let out. His erection was blatant and weeping steadily, pearly drops collecting at the head before splatting on the carpet, but he made no move to ease his needs. Such a good boy. So good. He licked and nibbled down to warm curve of arched throat and getting an uncontrollable gasp and hip thrust when he applied pressure to the scar. Nummy little treat…
The haze of alcohol was lifting along with his spirits. Well, along with his erection anyways, lust sobered him almost as quickly as fear if it was intense enough, and this really was intense lust. It burned through him, roared through his veins with tingling, burning fire. Want him on the bed, on silk. Want to feel his legs around me. Gonna take him, make him mine. He’ll never leave, he’ll never ever leave me. Always be mine, always always be mine. He cried silent tears into Xander throat, trying to hold back his gentle sobbing.
With a sudden snarl he jumped to his feet, using lust as well as anger to fuel him onwards. He leant down and swung Xander over his shoulder with frightening ease and carried him the handful of steps to the foot of the bed before he tossed his burden effortlessly into the middle of the plush bed. Xander barely got a chance to make a squeak in response to the abrupt movements, but he never once struggled or denied Spike whatever he wanted.
Spike stood at the foot of the bed and paused, feeling the hunger for blood abate while igniting another hunger within. He smirked evilly before starting to crawl sensually up the bed to cover Xander’s trembling, naked body with his. “She said you were mine, ‘cause I need someone to keep me whole.” He laughed softly to himself, shaking his head slightly. “She knows me, stupid fucking… doesn’t matter,” he shook his head resolutely, promising himself he’d stop lamenting for now and enjoy the sweet warm treat beneath him.
“Said she saw where I’d go without you, that givin’ me up earlier was better for me. Turns out without you, I’d be in some serious pain right now.” He giggled to himself helplessly Not like I’m in kill-me-now pain anyways! Shoulda killed me, shoulda put me outta my misery… NO! Not now, got my boy. ‘S what she wanted, wasn’t it? For him to take her place, keep me from the “evil thorned sun-shine” whatever the bloody hell that meant, keep me from the “family curse”, whichever one it is we have that she means. Saved me from worse pain, right? So I should go with it, take advantage of it. Gonna make him remember he’s mine, he thought, right before lunging in for another kiss.
Okay, glad I made up my mind, because it sure as hell doesn’t look like Spike can! What the hell! Oh… wait… okay, lips. Cool lips right on mine and that tongue. Good GAWD that tongue is doing things I didn’t know a tongue could do, and I’ve tried to do a lot of things with my tongue. Not that I was practicing because I wasn’t, I was just… oh… f-foo… god, what was I thinking again? Spike had pinned his arms high above his head with one hand which he struggled against minutely, feeling an odd thrill when he realized he’d never be able to break that grasp.
He panted softly for a few seconds through his nose before drawing in and holding a shuddering breath, needing to break a rule and close his eyes for a brief second to gather up the courage. He hoped Spike didn’t notice, or that he’d forget when Xander wrapped his thighs around Spike’s hip to draw him hard against his throbbing erection. He heard Spike growl softly at his presumption and he bared his throat once more in response, submitting to Spike’s dominance. When Spike ground back down against him he sighed contentedly, knowing his transgression was forgiven, for now, and he pressed back hungrily in response while gazing at the vampire through lowered lashes.
Covered in tears and kisses, came Xander’s thoughts, barely coherently. It felt cleansing, in a way. He wasn’t Xander the Zeppo, waiting for someone to come rescue him, he was Spike’s Pet, so what he was doing was alright, it was expected of him! It was alright because he’d decided he’d rather live than die, rather be comfortable for the rest of his short life than bruised broken and defeated. And it felt so good.
It’ll hurt less this way, giving instead of having it taken, He felt Spike slide a hand between them to pull out the plug he was never without. He heard Spike mutter something about him being a good boy, that good boys get treated right. His breath was knocked out of him as Spike reached across his body to the night table and retrieved a bottle of lube from the drawer.
Xander gulped in a panicked breath as the reality of the situation finally hit him, but Spike just started kissing him all over again and then he couldn’t remember why he panicked. So good, Spike. So good… how do you know how to make it so good? He wasn’t panicked anymore. Now he was just wishing Spike would let his arms go. Not gonna run anymore Spike, no where to go. Let me touch you, please? Want to touch you…
A slicked cock pressed impatiently at his entrance before pressing smoothly inside in one impatient thrust. That’s when he started screaming.
Scream pretty for me, that’s it pet. Never hide from me, never deny me, you’re mine until you die and you will remember it! Heat enveloped him, milked him, stroked him. He was drowning in the scent of want, need, tears and pain. The boy was a heady bouquet of every scent his demon craved, demanded, and he was drunk with it. It had been so long, so very very long since he’d been able to sate his hungers in fresh, pliant flesh. Even though the human screamed, even though he struggled so prettily beneath him, arching and bucking and writhing… he didn’t struggle nearly as hard as he could and he never stopped smelling of want.
After a few rapid thrusts the boy is even pushing back against Spike, encouraging each thrust with barely timid movements. Boys mine, knows it. He’ll remember, he’ll remember because he’ll never be without my scent. Fuck, I could loose myself in him. Dru, damn you Dru. Why’d you do this to me? Won’t forget you, won’t ever forget you, but he feels so good beneath me.
Without warning he deepened his thrusts, and pulled warm hips back hard against him hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises. Xander was making an almost mewling sound, keening and totally beyond his control and Spike didn’t bother holding his human mask anymore. Xander didn’t even seem to notice through his lust filled haze. He’s so beautiful like that. Totally lost in the moment, in the sensation. He’d make such a pretty childe, wouldn’t he?
The tide pulled hard suddenly, images of Xander as a vampire hunting, fucking, obediently sucking his cock in front of his precious friends pushing over an edge he hadn’t realized he was at. Instinct short circuited his brain, his fangs were parting soft succulent skin the instant his tepid seed filled his pet. The fresh flowing hot blood filled his mouth and triggered yet another orgasm, leaving him shivering and spent on top of the warm, sweat slick skin.
Warm, trembling, sweat slicked skin.
Spike chuckled darkly and gripped Harris’s engorged and dribbling cock in an almost crushing grip. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you puppy?” Whimpered assent was his only reply before Spike started twisting his prize. Xander yelped and started to squirm delightfully once more before the words came from stuttering lips.
“I-I-I’m a g-g-g-good p-p-puh-puppy!”
Spike smirked to himself and licked the fresh wound, giving Xander’s cock a few swift wanks. “And good boys get rewarded. Cum pet.” The answering scream was no less piercing than the one ripped from him earlier in the evening, but it filled him with a different kind of hunger. The spurts of hot cum between their bodies finished it, leaving his pet dazed and exhausted, eyes glazed and darkened as he stared blindly ahead.
Maybe after he’s properly trained. He’ll look so pretty in the moonlight.
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