Puppy Love
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
54
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41,625
Reviews:
119
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Chapter 18/50 - Deprivation
Title: Puppy Love 18/50 - Deprivation
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... R-ish (I think. If I'm wrong, lemme know)
Warnings: Nothing big, lots of talk of masturbation though.
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: Puppy begins his self control lessons.
Beta: LJ User Tamakin and LJ User Laazikaat
X-posted to: -Complete list on my LJ-
A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by LJ User Hawk_Soaring. Thanks bunches again!
A.N.2 I know this is short. This is the length I envisioned all other chapters being when I started this, so this fic woulda been finished and complete ages ago. I hope y'all don't mind, but this was the best way to work this prompt with what's coming next.
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?
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He woke up alone. Alone and in considerable pain. It wasn’t an evil pain though, this just… it warmed his skin and gave him pleasant twinges when he moved in certain directions. Memories of his previous night’s activities just made the ache more pronounced. It was all he could think about and it just made him squirm harder. He didn’t feel any serious damage, nothing that would require medical attention of any kind, well, beyond a massage, Xander wouldn’t say no to a massage. The thought of how it would hurt - Spike’s slender, strong fingers digging into knots of tension and clusters of bruises, never too hard but always hard enough, and he was pulsing against his curled thigh all over again.
The room was utterly silent and empty, and he was so very very tempted to break one of the first rules he’d ever been told. In fact, the only thing holding him back was the inability to hide the evidence; white cum on black satin sheets is impossible to hide. He sighed and rolled his head to note the time, but not caring enough to remember it a second later. Time held no more meaning to him, not anymore. Any moment he might be alone, or he might be in service or he might just be a silent companion, he never could tell. He stretched as far as he was able while delighting in the twinges and pulls. Then he looked at the closed door once more.
They’d said some pretty big things, he’d spilled secrets he’d sworn he’d keep to the grave but it hadn’t been worth his silence. So what if Spike knew that Angelus whipped him about and made him promise to spy on his friends? It wasn’t like Spike would have asked or done anything less to him. It didn’t mean Spike was purposely staying away or anything because he was disgusted or horrified. He was a vampire for goodness sake! He’d already done a hell of a lot worse! He tried in vain to keep that idea as the truth he lived by, but abandoned it rather swiftly but his erection never wilted.
It throbbed with every beat of his heart, he could feel it twitching against the blankets and once more he had to fight off the urge to do what came naturally to a teenage boy in the privacy of his bed. He twists his fingers in the sheets, pulling and biting his lower lip to keep his hands off himself. He didn’t have a bed, he didn’t have privacy, this was all an illusion and the second Spike walked back in and scented the air Xander would soon find himself at the end of the lash once more, but this time with a cutting cracker that would flay his skin from his bones, not the nice one he’d used last night, or even some other tool of pain and torment, what’d he know?
Stupidly, the fact he wasn’t allowed to touch himself, the fact that the only reason he wasn’t was because he was invariably choosing to obey a sternly given command made him achingly harder. Slimy cold trails of pre-cum started to coat the sheets and blanket near his cock as he writhed impotently between them. He’d given himself over, voluntarily, to a beast whose instinct was to kill and rape his kind. So what if he’d done it to save his neck instead of dying a horrid death? It may as well have been for his own sick and perverted fantasies the way his body kept reacting to everything the vampire dished out to him.
He bit his lower lip and clenched his fists tightly, his eyes following suit when it still wasn’t enough. He had to control himself, he had to or things were just going to be so much worse.
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... R-ish (I think. If I'm wrong, lemme know)
Warnings: Nothing big, lots of talk of masturbation though.
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: Puppy begins his self control lessons.
Beta: LJ User Tamakin and LJ User Laazikaat
X-posted to: -Complete list on my LJ-
A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by LJ User Hawk_Soaring. Thanks bunches again!
A.N.2 I know this is short. This is the length I envisioned all other chapters being when I started this, so this fic woulda been finished and complete ages ago. I hope y'all don't mind, but this was the best way to work this prompt with what's coming next.
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?
He woke up alone. Alone and in considerable pain. It wasn’t an evil pain though, this just… it warmed his skin and gave him pleasant twinges when he moved in certain directions. Memories of his previous night’s activities just made the ache more pronounced. It was all he could think about and it just made him squirm harder. He didn’t feel any serious damage, nothing that would require medical attention of any kind, well, beyond a massage, Xander wouldn’t say no to a massage. The thought of how it would hurt - Spike’s slender, strong fingers digging into knots of tension and clusters of bruises, never too hard but always hard enough, and he was pulsing against his curled thigh all over again.
The room was utterly silent and empty, and he was so very very tempted to break one of the first rules he’d ever been told. In fact, the only thing holding him back was the inability to hide the evidence; white cum on black satin sheets is impossible to hide. He sighed and rolled his head to note the time, but not caring enough to remember it a second later. Time held no more meaning to him, not anymore. Any moment he might be alone, or he might be in service or he might just be a silent companion, he never could tell. He stretched as far as he was able while delighting in the twinges and pulls. Then he looked at the closed door once more.
They’d said some pretty big things, he’d spilled secrets he’d sworn he’d keep to the grave but it hadn’t been worth his silence. So what if Spike knew that Angelus whipped him about and made him promise to spy on his friends? It wasn’t like Spike would have asked or done anything less to him. It didn’t mean Spike was purposely staying away or anything because he was disgusted or horrified. He was a vampire for goodness sake! He’d already done a hell of a lot worse! He tried in vain to keep that idea as the truth he lived by, but abandoned it rather swiftly but his erection never wilted.
It throbbed with every beat of his heart, he could feel it twitching against the blankets and once more he had to fight off the urge to do what came naturally to a teenage boy in the privacy of his bed. He twists his fingers in the sheets, pulling and biting his lower lip to keep his hands off himself. He didn’t have a bed, he didn’t have privacy, this was all an illusion and the second Spike walked back in and scented the air Xander would soon find himself at the end of the lash once more, but this time with a cutting cracker that would flay his skin from his bones, not the nice one he’d used last night, or even some other tool of pain and torment, what’d he know?
Stupidly, the fact he wasn’t allowed to touch himself, the fact that the only reason he wasn’t was because he was invariably choosing to obey a sternly given command made him achingly harder. Slimy cold trails of pre-cum started to coat the sheets and blanket near his cock as he writhed impotently between them. He’d given himself over, voluntarily, to a beast whose instinct was to kill and rape his kind. So what if he’d done it to save his neck instead of dying a horrid death? It may as well have been for his own sick and perverted fantasies the way his body kept reacting to everything the vampire dished out to him.
He bit his lower lip and clenched his fists tightly, his eyes following suit when it still wasn’t enough. He had to control himself, he had to or things were just going to be so much worse.