Puppy Love

Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13
Warnings: Nothing for this chapter worth warning about.
Short Summary: Puppy gets a prezzie, Spike begins to question things.
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He woke up once more on silk sheets strewn over a plush mattress, but for the first time he didn’t have a sinking, clawing feeling in his stomach. For the first time since his capture he woke up rested and calm, almost at peace. That’s when he shifted slightly and felt a sharp twinge of pain from sore muscles put to strenuous and vigorous use. Using muscles I’ve never used in ways they’ve never been used and probably not meant to be used, of course it hurts! Good god, if I didn’t hurt I’d be worried! I mean Spike? Not that small. And apparently the plug isn’t quite big enough to take him without any other prep. Maybe I should ask him for a bigger one? He groaned to himself, Right, because asking the psycho, distraught, freaking out and not tame vampire for a larger sex toy to ram up my ass makes perfect sense in the self preservation department. Though he’d probably not say no; I mean, he enjoys making me grovel and beg and know my place, that would just be the cherry on top of this whole wacky blood topped sundae. He winced as he shifted slightly to see the clock on Spike’s nightstand and understood why he felt more rested.

I’ve slept twelve hours. Wow. I’ve never slept twelve hours straight unless I was sick or drugged or something. I am so wide awake, wow. He settled back down and winced again, grimacing when the pain settled into a dull throb. I wonder if haemorrhoid cream would help. I wonder if Spike would get me some. I wonder if I’ll ever have the guts to ask, because really, my comfort? Not high on his list of priorities which are him, him aaaaaand him.

He sighed silently and settled in more comfortably underneath the soft, fluffy covers. At least I’m not scared anymore.

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Spike nudged the door closed behind him with a twitch of his hips, his hands were far too occupied with the heavily laden tray to deal with it. He heard the lock click as it slid home and smiled to himself, May have given himself to me, but he’s still a sodding white hat.

His pet was sprawled under the blankets barely asleep, lengthening hair tousled and mussed giving the impression he was a well fucked pet; which he was. Gonna treat him right, I am. Long as he’s a good puppy. I won’t tolerate bad manners in what’s mine. He put the tray down on the empty side of the bed and saw Xander startle awake and struggle to open his eyes.

“Shhh pet, know it’s hard, don’t have to open your eyes just yet. Took a lotta blood from you last night, left you weak as a kitten it did. Don’t worry pet, we’ll get you back to yourself soon enough.” He stroked fingers through Xander’s hair, soothing his human and was rewarded with a happy unconscious sigh.

“Now, just let me move you, don’t fight an’ don’t try to help; I know what I’m doing.” As he spoke he climbed onto the head of the bed, and gently lifted and turned Xander so he was cradling the human’s back against his chest. He lifted the blankets up and over Xander, cocooning him carefully and leaving only his head free. Spike smiled and stroked the side of Xander’s face, “Just like that pet. There’s a good boy.”

He wrapped an arm around Xander’s waist and used the other one to drag the tray close to his side. “Got breakfast for you puppy, juice, cereal, eggs, the works. You need to eat to build up your strength, so I’m going to feed you an’ you’re going to eat it. I’ll teach you later the proper way to take your food from your Master’s hand but for now I just want you fed.”

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Xander heard the words, but he was really too cold to get excited, blood loss would do that to you.

Besides, for all I know he’s lying to me. Or the food is drugged or something. Maybe he spat in it. Can vampires spit? I don’t see why they couldn’t, Spike’s mouth was mighty moist last night. Oh good gawd, what did I do last night? Did I actually not only get off and have the most intense orgasm ever, but I actually instigated it? I musta been crazy, crawling over to him like that, baring my throat to his murderous fangs and hey! That smells like waffles and maple syrup!

Xander cracked an eye open and saw the forkful hovering just outside his lips, which he licked as his mouth filled with a flood of saliva. He felt tears fill his eyes, it was so close, so very very close and after nothing but that horrid gruel every day which he thought he’d be eating until the day he died, this was sheer torture.

“Open up pet,” The voice rumbled gently against his ear. “If it’s too much, let me know an’ I’ll give you smaller bites next time.”

Xander numbly opened his mouth, stunned that this was actually going to happen. The unending weirdness of his reality was starting to make him a dizzy. Or maybe that was still the blood loss. So he was actually going to be fed, real food, with flavour and texture and everything! Even different temperatures! He struggled to swallow the flood of saliva while keeping his mouth open but it was soon full of food and really, did it matter?

Xander felt his toes curl and he let out a full throated moan of intense enjoyment as the mouthful flooded his senses. Oh good gravy, if all I gotta do is show a little neck, go through a little pain and have the most amazing orgasms ever to get food, you better believe I’ll put some serious consideration into doing it again! I mean… WAFFLES!!! With real maple syrup! So very very good.

Spike kissed the side of his head and chuckled softly, “Good to know there are other ways to make you moan like that pet. ’S a sound I like to hear from you. Gonna find all the ways that make you sound like that, gonna find out all the lovely sounds you can make.” He lifted another forkful to Xander’s waiting mouth and got a happy wiggle and smacking sounds around more moans of delight.

Spike waited until Xander was done swallowing before he ran his own tongue along the almost healed wound closest to him. Xander couldn’t help the gasp of surprise or the soft groan when Spike wiggled his tongue against it. He could feel his cock starting to swell beneath the swaddling blankets but it was still slightly trapped and not inflated enough to become apparent. Spike had no problem smelling it though.

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“That’s my boy, open up,” Spike murmured against warm silky skin and held up a glass of orange juice with a bendy straw. He bent and aimed it at Xander’s mouth, tapping him lightly on the chin to remind him to open up. Xander did and looked up imploringly at Spike as he held it between pursed lips. Spike gave him a nod of assent distractedly and Xander sipped and swallowed contentedly.

He fed his pet the rest of the meal in quiet contemplation. The despair and anguish had been flushed away, the demon in him finding it hard to lament the loss of love when such a lovely treat sat against him. This also meant he was better able to concentrate on the items at hand; the main item being his brand new pet.

He’d read the bidding sheet carefully, Xander had never been trained beyond the crating stage, yet he reacted and responded like someone who’d been given a crash course on how to behave around a dominant vampire. There were poses, reactions and words, phrases really, that stroked his demon just right, reminding it that it was in control, that it was in power, that Xander was owned and submissive and oh so good for a freshly caught slave. He’d taken it for granted, since the boy was a natural submissive, but now that he thought on it, it wasn’t really believable. How many unbroken humans knew to ask permission before they drank? Even if the straw was fed to them? How many unbroken humans knew the one act that could save them from a messy death at the hands of a half mad grief stricken vampire when others would have cowered or screamed or even fought?

Something wasn’t right and as befuddled as his wits were these days even he couldn’t mistake that something wasn’t adding up.

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Xander snuggled into the blankets again. He was finally warm, his tummy was full, his dizziness seemed to be passing and best part of all was he didn’t have a sore throat or jaw from trying to give that damned dildo a blowjob all day long just for a mouthful of tepid, bland, icky sludge. So worth it.

The tray was littered with dirty plates, cups and utensils, fruit rinds and even some foil from a Hershey’s Kiss. He didn’t bother opening his eyes when he felt Spike shift behind him and reach once more for the tray. I so could not eat another bite. Whatever is left on that tray is gonna have to stay there. Tummy full.

He felt Spike scoot so he could lean against the headboard and drag him up there with him with a firm grip about his hips. He couldn’t find the strength or even an urge to resist. He leaned his head back against Spike’s shoulder then winced at the sharp twinge of pain from sliced muscle and skin. Ow… fuck, okay, that part I could do without next time. Not that getting it was totally unfun, because that second time? That was… just wow. Okay, so maybe again. Never say never, especially when you’re living with a vamp. He shifted slightly so he didn’t have to tilt his neck and settled down once more against Spike’s shoulder.

“Feel better pet?” he heard murmured in his ear and barely stopped himself from nodding in response. “Yes Sir, much better. Thank you. That was a wonderful breakfast a-and thank you for feeding me. Sir.” Nope, still kinda loopy. Did any of that make sense? Wow, he musta taken a lotta blood last night.

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“Open your eyes now, need you to pay attention.” Spike kept his voice low, soft and comforting. He watched as Xander struggled with his eye lids, finally blinking owlishly and trying to look up at Spike’s face. He shifted the warm bundle in his lap so he was still cradling him but Xander was sideways against Spike, his legs slung over one of the vampire’s legs, his cool arm supporting Xander’s blanket covered back. Spike fiddled with the package cradled in his human’s lap.

“Wanted to give you a pretty, for being such a good boy last night pet. Was… lovely, and… wanted you to know it.” Carelessly yet deliberately he tore the plain white paper off the natural wood box underneath.

“You were a perfect little pet, thought it was time to give you an upgrade to reflect that.” He waited for Xander to tense, to pull away, but he sensed nothing from the boy but idle curiosity and the sickly smell of exhaustion. We’ll make this quick.

Spike smoothly opened the plain dark wood box and revealed an ornate leather collar on a bed of red velvet. Spike saw Xander’s eyes round and widen before looking back at his face, uncertainty and confusion plain. “Had it made for you a while ago, was lookin’ for a reason to give it to you. Now I got one. Never meant for you to stay in that ugly old thing anyways.”

He unlocked Xander’s collar quietly and slipped the thick leather through the buckle. Spike watched the human carefully as he slid the leather through the buckle at the nape of his neck; he didn’t so much as twitch. Either he’s actually broken or smart enough to realize he couldn’t walk, never mind outrun me. Wonder which it will turn out to be?

Almost reverently he placed it on the covers before he picked up the slim and decorative new one and held it to Xander’s lips. “Kiss it in gratitude and thank me pup, that’s how you receive a gift from your Master.” He watched his pet hesitate for a brief second before he tilted his head and pressed his lips against the new collar.

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He leant back against Spike’s leg, a faint blush covering his cheek as he spoke, “T-thank you Sir, for your gift. It’s-it’s very pretty.” And it was. His fingers itched to stroke it, feel the tooled leather beneath his fingers. It looked butter soft, pliant yet tough and so very, very pretty. Dark ox blood red leather almost a centimetre thick had black leather sewn along the underside with the edges over the front giving it a black border.

His old collar looked ugly and plain stretched out on his lap. He frowned as he looked down at it and realized there wasn’t a battery pack or even a conventional buckle, no wonder he couldn’t get it off himself! The whole thing was obviously a magicked contraption. No wonder getting further away only made things worse. There was no field to outrun. It’s probably a proximity thing, the closer I am to the house and the property the less pain I’ll be in. Oh gawd… I guess this means I’ll have to cut it off before I can make my escape. If I can cut it off… because it’s probably magicked to not be cut off. And then, even if I do cut it off, I’ve got to outrun a mob of pissed off vampires and not die in the desert. You know, the whole ‘wait for a rescue because you can’t escape’ plan? Seems to be my best bet.

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