Trickster's Treat

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Xander raised his head from the bloody neck of the pirate who had jumped out from behind a large, metal garbage dumpster to attack him. The man’s blood had been heavy and thick and rich with a diet that never knew hunger or even a meatless meal. So different from back home. The bloodless body, now pale beneath a layer of grime, fell to the ground as he stepped over to Spike who had chosen a gangster dressed in pinstripes, and this truly was a strange town, even by Hellmouth standards.

Xander watched as Spike dropped his own prey to the ground, and then his young one surprised him by stepping forward and seeking a kiss. Xander obliged, grabbing Spike’s jeans and pulling their bodies together so that he could feel young Spike’s erection pressing through the fabric and Spike could feel Xander’s cock, hard with bloodlust and good old fashioned sexual lust. Their mouths met, and Xander tasted Spike’s prey, blood just as rich but with the added flavor of alcohol, which gave the blood a zing his own prey had lacked. Xander pressed harder so that his fangs opened small wounds in Spike’s lips, vampire blood mixing with human blood as Xander started to rub his erection against Spike’s hip. An answering groan told him what he needed to know.

Xander pulled back and Spike stood there with blood trickling down the side of his mouth, his hair hopelessly disarrayed, and his eyes half closed. How funny, his lovers didn’t usually have that sated expression until after Xander had finished with them. The coat was back on both shoulders partially hiding Spike’s newest scar, but his shirt still hung in tatters from his frame so that his clearly defined chest and stomach muscles appeared and disappeared as the fabric fluttered. Xander was two seconds away from pushing Spike up against a wall and fucking him, but the child’s comments about being worthless to Angelus and his refusal to speak his submission suggested that he had been poorly used. Xander needed to show Spike another side to submission if he planned on trusting the young one in his court.

“I vant a safe place to enjoy my beautiful hellcat in private. Where vould you suggest?” Xander asked, intentionally giving Spike both a choice and a chance to betray him. It was always best to test such things up front.

“Wot? Not goin’ ta do it against the dumpster?” Spike demanded, and his face transformed into that sneer that Xander had seen when the vampire first walked down the street toward him. No wonder the Aurelius line fell; how could a master have a court if he did not know how to inspire and manipulate loyalty?

Xander lowered his voice to a near whisper. “Is that what you vant? Do you vant me to need you so badly that I would press you up against the stone and rip your jeans from your body? Do you vant to feel the rough brick pressing into your face and hands as I drive my cock into you, owning you? Do you vant to know that you can drive 900 years of control out of me because I need to feel you under me?”

Xander showed his game face as he slowly walked forward, forcing Spike backwards over the body and past a mountain of cardboard boxes stacked next to the garbage. As he expected, the scent of lust only intensified. He pressed the length of his entire body onto the smaller vampire, trapping Spike between the immovable brick and his own unyielding body. He pressed so close that Spike could smell Xander’s lust and feel his hardened cock and know that he was truly wanted. The sneer melted off Spike’s face and a much more appropriate leer took its place.

“Got a place about two blocks from here, a warehouse not even the minions know about, unless you don’t want to wait,” Spike said in a tone a human might have described as casual, but Xander’s sharper ears could hear the slight breathiness, the slightly raised tone of desperation and lust. Xander just smiled both at Spike’s intelligence in not trusting his minions and at his willingness to submit to Xander’s own preferences… that was as it should be.

“Lead away, my young hellcat,” Xander said as he dropped a quick kiss onto Spike’s neck, right over the scar. Spike shivered, still young enough to feel such human reactions and instincts. In some this humanity would be an annoyance capable of driving Xander to homicide, but in this strange beauty it was one more facet of delight. He had no way to hide his excitement, or any of his emotions. Xander stepped back, gesturing for Spike to lead the way. With a victor’s smile on his face, Xander followed his young one down the alley littered with large blue dumpsters and scraps of paper that danced in the breeze and gathered in the corners.


Xander looked around the abandoned warehouse and found any number of items that pleased him: chains hanging from the ceiling, coils of rope, knives and various tools laid out on a shelf, a number of tables and platforms including a large one with fairly clean blankets thrown over it. Of course he also saw things he did not like such as the wide open space with dozens of points of entry and windows near the angled ceiling. He preferred to have something more substantial than darkened glass between him and the sun. A hunter could make survival very difficult by breaking those windows during the day, so Xander knew he had to find more secure quarters before the sun came up. Spike stopped in the middle of the furnished and dimly lit area and turned to face him.

“All the comforts of home,” Xander said pleasantly, unwilling to put his young one on the defensive at such a crucial time. “Now strip.” Xander watched Spike’s eyes go wide and dark, lust and wariness vying for dominance, and Xander respected both reactions. However his new pet needed to learn that the only dominance was Xander’s will. He strode forward so fast that Spike had not managed to retreat more than a couple of steps before Xander grabbed him by the back of his head.

“Bloody hell, can’t do it when you’re playin’ ‘grab the vampire’ with my head, can I?”

“You do as you’re told, child. I vant to see your form, and you will not hesitate to follow my orders.” Xander balanced his stern tone of voice with his gentle hands, one of which tenderly kneaded the back of Spike’s neck and the other of which slipped under the remains of his shirt to explore the taut muscles. Such fear here.

He stepped back and this time Spike moved, tossing his coat to one side before sitting down on the ground to pull off his boots. Xander smiled at the sight of his young one finding an excuse to sit at an elder’s feet. Dozens of tables and platform and chairs, and his newest toy chose to sit at his feet. He remembered the constant fear of youth, but he had been sitting at Nusa’s feet. Pleasing his sire was his only goal, but how many things did this one have to fear? Now all his precious hellcat had to do was please Xander, and Xander would take care of the rest.

Xander stepped forward, allowing his hand to fall on Spike’s head as the vampire pulled one boot off. Rather than try to escape the touch, Spike ignored him as he continued on his task, and Xander understood that too. The child was old enough that he couldn’t submit without feeling weak but still young enough to feel that urge to submit anyway. Xander simply allowed his hand to rest on Spike’s head, and the hair under his hand was prickly and coarse, much like his pet. Xander would change both his pet and his pet’s atrocious hair.

Xander stepped back as Spike stood and unbuttoned his jeans, allowing them to fall to the ground before stepping out of them, and now he stood naked and hard, his wiry, muscular body exposed. Xander walked around viewing Spike from each side, the smooth buttocks, the well defined shoulders, the corded muscles of his chest and arms. On his third circle, Xander reached out and touched Spike’s backbone, and the young body gave a tremor before stilling again. How long had it been since Xander had taken such a young responsive lover?

“On your knees, little one,” Xander ordered in a soft whisper. He walked around to the front so that his naked and vulnerable cub would be kneeling at his feet while he still wore all his clothes. Psychologically he knew the power of being dressed while another waited naked and trembling for his touch.

“Oi, not little,” Spike complained but he did go to his knees. Xander stood over Spike for several minutes, watching as his pet looked at everything else: the concrete floor, the angled scaffolding in the dim recesses of the warehouse, a wooden chair a few feet away. Finally his pet looked up at him, and Xander allowed himself to smile possessively down. Spike took an unnecessary breath and looked away again. Small steps, Xander reminded himself as he walked over to a pile of chains and considered his options.

“Not little in any vay that counts,” Xander agreed. “Perhaps I used the wrong vord. I meant little as in young. You are very young, and yet your blood speaks of your power and strength.” He touched the leather of a coiled whip before picking it up. He discarded one length of chain for having links too heavy and unwieldy and he picked up a second length and a number of locks.

“You will sit at my feet and demons will tremble in fear of you. You will never again yield to anyone but me, but you will give yourself to me without hesitation: kill when I order, feed when I order, open yourself to me and beg for my cock when I order.” Xander turned around with his tools and Spike had gotten to his feet again.

“I’ll take Dru and bloody leave the Hellmouth, you won’t hear from us again.” Spike insisted, and yet his cock still stood hard and needy.

“Vhat scares you most, child? Are you afraid of sitting at my feet or begging for my cock?” Xander walked slowly towards his prey, this was a game he knew well, and Spike would not escape him now.

“Won’t bloody beg for anythin’ mate,” Spike snarled as he backed up a step for each step Xander took. Spike’s bare feet made soft slapping sounds against the concrete while Xander’s boots struck the concrete with sharp staccato sounds. Yes, Xander had everything perfect, and now his pet’s words had told him where to attack. His pet had revealed the weakness, and Xander knew how to apply the right pressure to bring his prey down.

“Oh, but you will, young one. You will beg for me to take you, to use you and fill you so that you know to whom you belong. You will kiss my cock and beg for me to drive into you as you writhe in pain and pleasure and feel such a need to come that you will promise me anything.” Xander insisted as he continued advancing slowly but steadily.

Xander effortlessly pinned the prey with nothing more than his penetrating eyes and his soft voice. “You will open yourself to me on your knees and feel your own cock harden at the thought of me forcing you down and covering your body vith my own.” Xander continued to walk forward even as Spike retreated, and his shaking head was contradicted by the hardness of his cock. The scent of lust that now trailed from him so strongly as to overpower the scent of dust from the dim corners of the warehouse. Xander moved his wrist so that the chains he held rattled softly.

“Not bloody likely,” Spike whispered harshly.

“Oh, yes, young one. I have tasted you and I will not give up until I see you on your knees begging, your strength and your power and your beauty offered up to me as your master.” That caused Spike to miss a step so that Xander closed the distance.

“You have been used, taken, forced to beg those who do not see your power, igen…yes?” Xander corrected his unconscious use of his native word because he would not have his hellcat misunderstand him now. They stood chest to chest, Xander looking down into the blue eyes. Spike was still, but Xander sensed his struggle to suppress a shiver. And yes, he was still afraid, even in his growing lust.

“I don’t bloody beg anyone.” Spike shifted into game face just as his body took up a defensive pose, and Xander resisted smiling. The young were so predictable.

“Not anymore. But you vant to. You vant someone to value you, to take you and keep you. Your sire, you are loyal but she does not command you, keep you safely by her side.”

“Dru… Dru’s injured.” Spike no longer retreated but instead shifted into a more aggressive stance.

“And so you have no real sire, and you have no line or master to help you care for her. You have no one who values you enough to chain you and keep you, but instead you are tossed aside. The Aurelius line is full of fools if no one has seen your potential. I see that potential.” Xander dropped his voice so that it was low and soft as he made a earnest promise.

“I will chain you and you will submit to me, my precious hellcat—you no longer have a choice in that. If you care for your sire so much, then I will take the strega into my court and she shall have a place of honor, but do not make this harder for yourself.” Xander truly wished to stop talking and act, but he had to make sure his new pet understood his place, both his helplessness to change his fate and the fact that Xander did value him. He had made the mistake of allowing a young one to grow insecure once, and he had paid that price. He would not be forced to kill his newest pet.

“Won’t be chained, not by Angelus and not by you.” Spike nearly hissed, and again the young one’s fear of the past tainted the present. Xander kept his voice low and soothing.

“By Angelus, no. He will never again own you, but you have submitted to me, and you will vear chains until you learn to kneel at my feet. I will not have you injured or lost in your foolishness, and I will not have you raising your hands against your master.”

Xander leapt forward and slammed his body into Spike’s smaller frame. Small, but certainly not weak. Xander flinched as a hunk of his hair was ripped from his head and fingernails trailed down his cheek, but such injuries were little more than foreplay as he felt his own cock harden to a point of pain. He grabbed the offending hands and struggled to flip Spike over onto his stomach.

Spike fought. He fought like the hellcat his master had named him, and yet Xander noticed that Spike’s cock hadn’t softened one bit and despite the struggle, the young one made no move to bite without permission. Xander forced his knee under one of Spike’s legs so that the long limb was forced into the air. Holding both wrists with one hand, he reached down, grabbed Spike’s leg, and used it as leverage to turn Spike onto his stomach.

Spike had no way to stop himself from being maneuvered, but Xander did learn a number of new words as he straddled Spike’s naked body and reached for the chains and locks he had brought. He considered fashioning a collar around Spike’s neck and chaining his hands behind his back and to the collar, but he wanted to be able to feed freely from his little hellcat. Instead he chained Spike’s hands behind his back with about six inches of chain between them. Then he stood and used the long trailing end of the chain to pull Spike to his knees while using hand on his pet’s shoulder to prevent him from rising any farther.

Xander ignored the words that Spike continued to spit and hiss even as he looped the chain around Spike’s waist in order to keep those hands flat against his back. With Spike secured, Xander took a second to bend over and run his hand under the chain around Spike’s stomach, feeling his pet struggling for breath he didn’t need.

He could smell the panic, and so Xander knelt down in front of Spike and used the chain to pull his pet to him for a kiss. Spike snarled and snapped, and one of his fangs caught Xander’s lip so that Xander tasted his own blood. Spike instantly stilled as Xander reached up and ran a finger over his wounded lip before licking it clean. Xander then did the same for the scratches on the side of his face while Spike watched with fearful yellowed eyes. Xander finished and stood. Almost instantly, the curses resumed.

“You will either be silent, or I will find a way to silence you,” Xander warned, and Spike stilled again. Xander walked away, leaving his chained and naked pet kneeling on the ground and smelling of such despair that Xander could barely contain his lust. At the shelf he pulled off a number of items before returning to Spike who had fallen silent even though Xander could feel those yellow eyes following him around the room.

“On your feet,” Xander ordered, and Spike struggled up, still obviously pulling against the chains with short jerky movements in his shoulders. “Hush little hellion,” Xander soothed him as he stepped close and used the waist chain to pull the helpless vampire into his embrace. Spike’s expression would have cowed lesser creatures, but Xander had always enjoyed the fight, and this one was worth the effort. When he stopped fighting both Xander and his own needs, he would be a child worthy of Xander, killer of slayers and child of Nusa.

With a happy sigh, he lowered his head to Spike’s neck and mouthed the scar from Spike’s submission, and Spike’s body began to press into him. “You’ve displeased me, fought me, used words to curse the name of your master. You know you must be punished.” Xander expected the promise of pain and punishment to excite his hellcat even more, but instead Spike’s cock began to soften for the first time since Xander had ordered Spike to strip.

“Not Dru… just not Dru,” Spike whispered, and Xander pulled back to find Spike wearing his human face. Human faces were so much harder to read and now Spike obviously tried to hide his expression, but Xander could clearly smell the sour stink of fear. He used the waist chain to pull Spike over to a low wood table, and the young vampire’s eyes stayed on the floor as he moved forward without complaint. This was not the type of submission Xander wanted. He growled, and Spike flinched without raising his eyes.

“Vhat about your Dru?” Xander asked.

“Don’t stake her,” Spike almost whispered, and in those words Xander could hear Spike’s fear for his sire as well as his conviction that death approached.

“You think I will kill you.” Xander said as he sat on the table and pulled Spike between his legs.

“Just bloody get it over with,” Spike demanded, but the fire from earlier had gone and his voice was quiet despite his angry words. Xander found himself fighting with the urge to do exactly as Spike asked. He did not want a thing that wallowed in its own fear; he wanted his hellcat back.

“Why vould I kill you?” he asked instead.

“I…” Spike looked up, and Xander saw confusion take the place of certainty. Why would his young one be so sure that the only punishment would be death? Xander had never feared Nusa except when his foolishness warranted fear. Spike had done nothing that deserved death, but then again, Spike had belonged to a clan where sanity was rarer than loyalty. Xander suddenly understood.

“Who tried to kill you?” Xander asked.

“Darla.”

“And you had submitted?”

“Yeah. Wanted ta stay with Dru; thought if I didn’t fight her she’d let me stay with my princess.” Xander suddenly understood his pet’s fears. He had submitted to his elders in order to stay with his sire, and his elders had tried to kill him. Normally Xander had no problem with killing those who disappointed, but to accept a young one’s submission and then fail to kill him when you were done? That was simply cruel.

“How old vere you?”

“Been turned thirty, thirty-five years earlier,” Spike nearly whispered. Xander curled his lip. If Darla had not wanted the child, she should never have accepted his submission, and if she had grown tired of him, she would have been kinder to have killed him rather than take one who had known a clan and turn him out like a minion.

Xander reached up and stroked the bare skin of his hellcat’s shoulder. Keeping his touches light, he let his questing fingers explore the curve of the bicep and down to the muscle of Spike’s forearm. He moved his hand to skim over his pet’s pale stomach, touching so softly that he could feel the small body hairs under his sensitive fingers.

Xander watched as Spike’s erection began to recover as Xander’s fingers moved up to touch a small nipple already tightening with lust. Spike gasped and pressed forward as Xander rolled the nipple between his finger and thumb. His pet’s responsiveness made Xander harden. Such strength it must have taken to claim the title of master at such an age, to care for himself and an ailing sire, to escape the murderous hand of Darla. Xander would have that strength unbroken and sitting at his feet yet.

“Darla is a fool,” Xander announced. He would have to get around to killing her later. “You are mine, and I will never release you. I promised you punishment, and you will be punished, but I will never destroy what is mine unless you turn on me,” Xander promised as he pushed Spike out from between his legs and to the side.

The child was obviously too confused for the whip, so instead Xander put a hand behind Spike’s neck and pulled so that Spike was forced to bend over his lap. Then Xander lifted him so that Spike’s upper body lay on the platform next to his master, his ass positioned on his master’s lap. Xander put one hand on the small of Spike’s back, holding him steady and feeling the muscles tighten and relax. His other hand moved small circles on Spike’s buttocks, enjoying the smooth cool flesh that he was about to heat.

“You won’t raise your hand against me and you will do as you are told,” Xander informed Spike an instant before he raised his hand and brought his hand down so hard that his hellcat shouted a “bloody fucking hell,” before settling back down.