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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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Adult ++
Chapters:
54
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41,630
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119
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Chapter 22/50 - Spicy
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... R
Warnings: Bum play, not much.
Short Summary: Puppy learns a new trick.
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!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?
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Oh god it hurt, but it hurt so good. Figging, Spike had called it, telling him what it was as he slowly pushed the hand-carved plug into his ass. It had taken a second or three for the burning to start, but once it had nothing he did could make it stop.
Ginger should not be used up butts! What the hell was Spike thinking? He groused silently to himself while he neatened the bedroom and bathroom. Spike meanwhile sat at his desk and wrote a lengthy letter of some kind. He had to prance sometimes, squirm and twist his hips when it got too bad and once or twice he’d caught smouldering looks aimed his way because of it.
If that bleach for brains honestly thinks I’m feeling sexy or that I could -take- his cock, never mind -want- his cock, he’s a damned idiot! It feels like he shoved hot peppers up there! I’m in -pain- dammit! Not erotic, not fun, just irritating, annoying pain while I clean up an apartment he spent all week messing up. Like it takes extra effort to kick his boots towards the door? Or what about those socks. I know he balls them up and tosses them under the bed on purpose, just to make me crawl under there with my butt in the air.. I know him, I’m onto his little games!
“Gonna have a bit o’ a bash soon,” Spike’s voice cut into his internal babble like a knife, silencing it instantly. It had only taken two beatings for that rule to stick in place. He put down the dust rag and hurried to kneel at the vampire’s feet, looking up at his lips as he spoke. “Want you on your best behaviour for it, mind. Disappoint me an’ let me down in front of others and your punishments will be much, much worse pup. I won’t be havin’ those nattering busy bodies go gossip ‘bout my badly trained pet to any an’ all that’ll listen. Spent much too long building up my rep after that damned Peaches got through with trashing it.”
Xander stayed silent, questions bubbling behind his lips but he’d been trained by now to keep them from spilling. He felt his hands start to tremble at the thought of having to perform in front of an audience. It was different, doing it here in Spike’s room, Spike’s lair. There was no one around to ridicule or point fingers at him, he had become a fixture around the house and the minions knew what to expect of him. Now he was going to be put on display in front of a group of… of beings that were going to try to come up with reasons why he needed to be punished just for being human, never mind actual reasons why he’d failed his Master.
It startled him, that he feared disappointing Spike more than he feared the actual punishments he’d have to suffer through, and left him feeling vaguely confused and wondering why he was taking things so well. Did it matter? He’d be beaten if he was afraid of it or not, and telling the bleached menace any of this would just lead to more pain so he kept that under his imaginary hat too.
Spike reached down to stroke his hair and he closed his eyes in bliss. Spike had permitted him this freedom after he found he liked the care free expression of enjoyment more than the forced open eyes. Xander felt the cool fingers stroke the side of his face and he let out a contented sigh.
No, it didn’t matter, nothing mattered but staying as alive as possible for his eventual chance to escape or be rescued. It didn’t deter him in the least that so far he’d been stuck in the house or on the grounds and that no one was looking for him; staying healthy was much more enjoyable than staying bruised and beaten constantly.
Nothing mattered, not for him. Not anymore.
Warnings: Bum play, not much.
Short Summary: Puppy learns a new trick.
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!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?
Oh god it hurt, but it hurt so good. Figging, Spike had called it, telling him what it was as he slowly pushed the hand-carved plug into his ass. It had taken a second or three for the burning to start, but once it had nothing he did could make it stop.
Ginger should not be used up butts! What the hell was Spike thinking? He groused silently to himself while he neatened the bedroom and bathroom. Spike meanwhile sat at his desk and wrote a lengthy letter of some kind. He had to prance sometimes, squirm and twist his hips when it got too bad and once or twice he’d caught smouldering looks aimed his way because of it.
If that bleach for brains honestly thinks I’m feeling sexy or that I could -take- his cock, never mind -want- his cock, he’s a damned idiot! It feels like he shoved hot peppers up there! I’m in -pain- dammit! Not erotic, not fun, just irritating, annoying pain while I clean up an apartment he spent all week messing up. Like it takes extra effort to kick his boots towards the door? Or what about those socks. I know he balls them up and tosses them under the bed on purpose, just to make me crawl under there with my butt in the air.. I know him, I’m onto his little games!
“Gonna have a bit o’ a bash soon,” Spike’s voice cut into his internal babble like a knife, silencing it instantly. It had only taken two beatings for that rule to stick in place. He put down the dust rag and hurried to kneel at the vampire’s feet, looking up at his lips as he spoke. “Want you on your best behaviour for it, mind. Disappoint me an’ let me down in front of others and your punishments will be much, much worse pup. I won’t be havin’ those nattering busy bodies go gossip ‘bout my badly trained pet to any an’ all that’ll listen. Spent much too long building up my rep after that damned Peaches got through with trashing it.”
Xander stayed silent, questions bubbling behind his lips but he’d been trained by now to keep them from spilling. He felt his hands start to tremble at the thought of having to perform in front of an audience. It was different, doing it here in Spike’s room, Spike’s lair. There was no one around to ridicule or point fingers at him, he had become a fixture around the house and the minions knew what to expect of him. Now he was going to be put on display in front of a group of… of beings that were going to try to come up with reasons why he needed to be punished just for being human, never mind actual reasons why he’d failed his Master.
It startled him, that he feared disappointing Spike more than he feared the actual punishments he’d have to suffer through, and left him feeling vaguely confused and wondering why he was taking things so well. Did it matter? He’d be beaten if he was afraid of it or not, and telling the bleached menace any of this would just lead to more pain so he kept that under his imaginary hat too.
Spike reached down to stroke his hair and he closed his eyes in bliss. Spike had permitted him this freedom after he found he liked the care free expression of enjoyment more than the forced open eyes. Xander felt the cool fingers stroke the side of his face and he let out a contented sigh.
No, it didn’t matter, nothing mattered but staying as alive as possible for his eventual chance to escape or be rescued. It didn’t deter him in the least that so far he’d been stuck in the house or on the grounds and that no one was looking for him; staying healthy was much more enjoyable than staying bruised and beaten constantly.
Nothing mattered, not for him. Not anymore.