Puppy Love

Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC-17
Warnings: Boy on boy sex, the usual. If there's something I missed, let me know.
Short Summary: Puppy gets a present.
Beta: Margaret_53 and Laazikaat
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Xander woke up to the sound of Spike hammering a nail into the wall beside the bed and rubbed his eyes sleepily. Spike handed the hammer back to a minion and waved another one forward. Xander watched, transfixed, while Spike orchestrated the hanging of a very large and ornate mirror behind a retractable curtain. Spike tossed the remote to the curtains onto the nightstand and stalked over to his pet. He looked hungrily at him and Xander started to breathe rapidly in response.

God, even half dressed in jeans and nothing else he’s sex on legs… and he wants me. He could have anyone, take anyone he wants and he still comes back to me. Can it really be that bad if he wants me that much? No one’s ever wanted me that much, not anyone, not even close. But why the mirror in the room? He’s never wanted a mirror in his private rooms before; he doesn’t need one because he’s a vampire. Does that mean the mirror is for me? I don’t remember asking for it…

“Got a new pretty for the bedroom puppy, do you like it?” Spike drawled as he got onto the bed, moving towards Xander. Xander’s gaze flitted over to the mirror again and his mouth fell open when he realized he couldn’t see Spike reflected off the shiny surface. Of course not, he’s a vampire, but look at that, every time he puts down his knee the bed depresses and the mirror shows it… oh… I think I know what the mirror is for.

“It’s beautiful Master, very, uh, large and shiny.” Oh yeah, I do English well.

“Thought you might enjoy it, watching yourself while I fuck you till you scream, you’ll know what I see every time I plough into you. I know I’m going to love watching your face when I take you from behind, want to see every blush and twitch, see you beg me to fuck you harder, faster. You’re such a good pet, puppy o’ mine, so good.” Spike was on his hands and knees, keeping his body from brushing against Xander’s nude form as Xander lay flat on his back between Spike’s legs and arms . He leant in and pressed his cool lips to Xander’s warm ones, broadening the kiss as Xander opened up beneath him, legs falling open as his lips parted and gave full access to Spike.

Spike deepened the kiss, tasting all of Xander’s mouth with his cool and agile tongue, one hand reached to pet a claiming scar, eliciting a moan from his puppy. Spike knew it felt nice, felt bloody good, actually, and he felt like rewarding his pet after such a lovely show in front of his guests so he stroked it again, harder, making Xander buck and writhe beneath him.

He finally stopped the kiss and looked down at Xander’s debauched form, “‘Look so pretty like that, all spread out beneath me. Do you want to touch me puppy? Do you want to feel my body against yours?” He watched the tremors wracking Xander’s body at his words, the hastily nodded head.

“Yes Master, please… please touch me, let me touch you, please?” He’d been teased and taunted for days, brought to the brink and then left to deflate on his own with no release in sight. It looked like Xander might finally be allowed to get off and he wasn’t going to do anything to fuck it up. He was willing to do anything, say anything, so long as he got to cum! And besides, it all… felt… so… good.

Spike chuckled down at him, “Undo my pants then, gotta strip me before you can feel me.”

Xander’s hands flew to respond to the command, undoing the belt and fly in smooth, practised motions. Spike lifted his knees when needed as Xander hurriedly stripped him, eager to get his reward. He laid back to where he had been and lifted a trembling hand, stopping just before he touched the vampire, suddenly remembering. “Please Master, may I touch you? Please?” He breathed the last plea, swallowing thickly. He started to pant, whining softly, eager and waiting for Spike’s permission.

Spike’s voice was husky and deep when he responded, his own arousal blatant and unashamed. “Touch me pet, wherever you want, however you want to.” At those words Xander’s hand connected with Spike’s cheek and he sighed with contentment.

Xander’s hand snaked down, thumb tracing a plump lower lip in passing and he couldn’t help thinking how soft it was. The searching fingers traced down the curve of Spike’s throat and continued south. Spike arched gently at Xander’s touch, gasping softly now and again when those searching fingers caressed a sensitive area; Xander tried to remember each and every one.

He looked into blue eyes darkened by lust and begged softly, “Please Master, kiss me?” The words were barely out of his mouth when Spike descended lightning fast to latch onto Xander’s mouth. The kiss was searing, building a growing heat between them that left them panting for more.

Xander’s explorations came to Spike'ss cock, which he didn’t touch, and then his balls. He enjoyed rolling them about in their sack, he loved the soft moans it drew from the vampire and delighted in the returned favour. Spike took the human’s balls gently in his hand, massaging and tugging them gently, stroking and rolling them in their sack making Xander squirm and writhe beneath him.

They mirrored each stroke, each touch, and when Xander finally reached for Spike’s erection and his own was touched in response he felt like an electric current had been sent through him. Xander stroked the whole length of Spike’s cock, feeling the foreskin move and slide with every movement. Xander decided he liked foreskin, especially when he saw how Spike reacted to a pre-cum slicked thumb over the mushroom head, and lamented his own lack. I wonder if there’s a way for me to get mine back. Maybe with magic. Would I be willing to do it out of curiosity about the sex? Entirely possible.

Spike deepened the kiss, never letting his lips leave Xander’s, leaving the human to gasp in air through his nose or not at all. He slowly devoured the young man, tongue invading and searching the moist cavern of his mouth.


Xander arched upwards, aching and wanting his fevered body against Spike’s cool one whimpering softly when he was denied it. He wrapped his legs around Spike, thrusting into the fist that held him with every stroke, lost in a sea of sensation.

Finally Spike broke the kiss, and slapped Xander on the thigh, “Let go pet, want you on your hands and knees. Face the mirror puppy, there’s a good boy.”

Xander moved into position with a soft whimper, not sure if he was about to be punished or rewarded for his wanton behaviour. Spike got up and knelt on the bed between Xander’s knees, he could feel the bed springs depress and saw the linen shift in the mirror.

The human gasped at the cool touch between his cheeks, Spike stroking and pushing at the base of the plug up Xander’s ass. Without further warning Spike pulled the plug out and slid right in, using the lubricant that was there for the plug to ease his way in. Xander cried out at the rough intrusion and heard Spike chuckling darkly behind him, “Love that look on your face Xan, love that I put it there.”

Spike pulled out until only the head was in and slammed back home again, making Xander whimper and gasp beneath him, “Look in the mirror pet, keep looking to where you think my eyes would be, let me watch your face.”

Xander gulped, panting softly and whispered “Yes Master,” and tried to find Spike's eyes on the reflective glass. He felt Spike withdraw from him again, an agonizingly slow pull that left him wanting to beg for more.

Spike fucked him like that for fifteen minutes before Xander finally broke, “Please Master, more.”

“More what puppy? Gotta tell me what you want if you expect to get it,” Spike teased him.

“F-fuck me harder Master, please? Fuck me harder and faster Master.” Xander trembled on his hands and knees, aching, wanting more and more of Spike’s cock.

He was swiftly rewarded with a brutal pace, “Like that puppy? Love my cock so much you wish I never left your ass, don’t you? Don’t you?”

“Yes Master! Yes, please, oh god, fuck, Master, it’s so good… please Master please, fuck me till you bruise me, please Master, oh god.” Xander trembled and shook, biting his lower lip as he struggled for control while Spike hammered into him from behind. Each rough and quick thrust pulled a moaned grunt from the boy leaving him to twist his hands in the silk sheets.

Xander pushed back when he could, loving the feel of Spike’s cock almost roughly sliding in and out of him at a bruising pace. He felt Spike’s hands dig into his hips, drawing him back, drawing him hard against Spike’s thrusts; he knew there would be bruises to show for it.

The whole time he looked up at the mirror, up where he imagined Spike’s face would be if he had a reflection. He couldn’t help seeing himself reflected though, couldn’t help seeing how he writhed and the expressions of bliss, lust and need that danced across his features. He heard Spike grunting behind him, whispering a string of filthy words and encouragement to his pet and it only made him harder.

Spike watched the back beneath him, watched his cock slide in and out of a hungry little hole and then looked up at the mirror. Oh yes, the mirror had been a stroke of genius, letting him see the parts of Xander that would normally be private and denied to him. He delighted in the expressions he drew from his pet, drinking each new one in, and Xander’s eyes… oh Spike liked looking into those warm, wet eyes.

Xander looked faithfully upwards, even when his eyes rolled back in his head he kept his head lifted, baring every emotion to his captor. Spike drank it in, gritting his teeth to keep from cumming early from all the sensations his pet was drawing from him. “Love those eyes pet, love how you look at me,” he grunted as he continued hammering against. Spike looked down at his pet, so debauched and tied securely beneath him and could feel himself get harder , wanting everything of the boy.

“PLEASE! Master, Master Master please! Please help me!” Xander’s cries of anguish slowed Spike for a moment, exaggerated confusion plain on his face; this was a game they played often. Xander sounded panicked, in deep distress even though every scent, every line, screamed how much he was enjoying this and Spike loved it.

“What is it pet, tell me what you need? Gotta tell me what you need for me to give it to you.” Spike was practically taunting him, leaving the human to squirm and try to regain his control.

“PLEASE If you don’t help me Master I’m going to cum. You feel so good, please please help me MASTER,” he screamed the last word, control slipping.

Spike returned to his previous pace. “Want to grant your request pet, fuck you till you’re bruised, still got a ways to go. What do you want from me pet? Tell your Master what you want boy.”

“PLEASE Master! Please! The cock-ring, oh god the cock-ring, please please please the cock-ring.” Xander was sobbing, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to keep from exploding without permission all over the sheets.

“Since you ask so pretty.” Spike reached over and got the rubber cock-ring, folding it over once to make it even tighter and slid it over Xander’s cock and balls. “That better puppy?”

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you Master, thank you,” Xander sobbed out. He knew what would happen if he dared cum before Spike and he didn’t want to experience it again; Spike was a very good teacher. He took a deep breath and pushed back with a gasping moan, more able to enjoy it knowing he wouldn’t be going against his Master’s wishes.

Spike flipped him over and slid right back in, fucking him face to face. He locked his lips on Xander’s parted ones, sliding his tongue between them with ease. He breathed in each puffed exhalation, tasting his pet completely as he kissed him. Xander started to whimper, drawing restricted air through his nose while his Master kissed him but he never once struggled to get away; Spike was quite proud with how far he’d gotten with his pet.

Xander felt his legs, spread and resting on Spike shoulders, tighten slightly, wanting Spike to touch him, needing to be closer to him. He cried out with each thrust and grabbed another handful of bedclothes before Spike eased him over to another angle, pulling him so they were parallel with the mirror.

Spike hissed in his ear, “You like watching yourself, don’t you whelp? Like seeing how you look to me, like seeing how my fucking you makes you look . Go ahead, look, watch yourself pet, watch while I plough into you.”

Xander gulped in breaths and let his head fall to the side, an open invitation to the vampire but Xander didn’t care; Spike had told him to watch himself and watch himself he would! He looked hot, sweaty, and red in the face and chest. He rhythmically bounced on the spring mattress, his legs moving with each thrust. He looked lost, no not lost, surrendered. Is that what I’ve done? Surrendered? Given up completely on ever getting away? Do I still –want- to get away?

Spike ripped the rubber ring to shreds, “Cum puppy, cum for your Master.” Xander howled his release, spasming and arching beneath Spike. The contractions milked Spike’s own explosion from him, filling Xander’s bowels with his tepid cum.

Spike stroked the sweaty hair at Xander’s temples gently. “There’s a good puppy,” Spike praised. “Do you like the new pretty then?”

Xander gulped and nodded fervently beneath him, “Yes Master, very very nice pretty. I very much enjoyed it Master, and hope you did too.” Perfect words from perfect lips, Xander knew just what to say.

Spike stroked his long waves of hair then pulled out of Xander, “C’mon pup, you can clean me in the shower.” He made his way, unabashedly nude, to the bathroom, fully expecting Xander to quickly follow. He wasn’t disappointed.

Got such a good pet, really oughta thank that Watcher for what he kept locked up. Glad my boy found it and read it, made him oh so very ready for me. Maybe someday I’ll turn him, after he’s out of the gawky phase, after I’ve built my puppy into the pet I know he can be. He’ll make such a delicious vampire, all dark grace and deadly smile. He’ll be perfect, after a while. I can wait, I’ve got forever.