Trickster's Treat

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“Again,” Xander commanded as he brought the crop down on the backs of Spike’s thighs.

“I serve you; I obey you,” Spike hissed as the crop came whistling down.

“Again.” Thwap!

“I serve you; I obey you.” Another line on the flesh.

“Again.” Thwap!

“I serve you; I obey you.” This time Xander brought down his bare hand to slap the thighs and then he stopped, running his hand over the heated skin and feeling the welts under his fingertips as his hand glided up the shivering thighs and over the pink ass. Spike’s chained hands clenched tightly, and Xander could tell his pet was struggling to hold back his orgasm. Xander unfastened his cloak and brought it around to arrange the soft velvet over the naked body draped so appealing on his lap.

“And I forgive you, my little one,” Xander said as he stroked his pet’s legs through the cape, knowing that the soft fabric running against that sensitive skin would make Spike struggle even harder. At his words, the tension drained from Spike’s form and he sagged, no longer even trying to keep his toes on the ground but trusting Xander to hold his weight. Smiling, Xander closed his own thighs around Spike’s erection, creating even more friction around that fully engorged cock. Xander was just as excited, but in 900 years, he’d learned the tricks of controlling his own impetuous nature. Nusa had seen to that.

“Not bloody little,” Spike snarled tensely, and Xander laughed softly. Someone had made his pet sensitive to such comments, and Xander decided to continue calling his pet ‘little one’ until Spike could hear it without reacting so defensively.

“No, you are not. You are strong and mouthy and full of the foolishness of youth,” Xander agreed, and Spike was left groaning when Xander tightened his thighs even more. Now that body squirmed with a need that had nothing to do with escaping pain. Really he had been quite surprised that Spike hadn’t come yet, but he had to remind himself that this young one had to grow up quickly.

“Of course you have less foolishness in you than I had at my age,” Xander admitted. “If I had tried to hold a Hellmouth at your age, I would have quickly fallen, and I did not take my first slayer until 200. Even at that, Nusa whipped me raw for not coming and telling her that a slayer had invaded our territory.” He paused, tenderly stroking the trembling body under the velvet cape. “I would not choose to have you at my feet if you were not so beautiful and strong.” Xander didn’t miss the small flinch when he mentioned Spike being at his feet, but at least he wasn’t fighting him. A hundred repetitions of ‘I serve you; I obey you’ had a way of drilling a new reality into one’s head.

“So now you shall show your master how much you have learned,” Xander stood, and Spike all but fell to his knees as he slid off Xander’s lap and down to the cold ground. “I like this sight,” Xander murmured as he reached down for Spike’s head, both petting him and preventing him from getting off his knees. “But you have other duties right now,” Xander gestured for Spike to stand as he walked to a taller table with smooth varnished wood. He contained a victorious smile when Spike followed obediently.

“On your stomach,” Xander ordered, and he expected Spike to hesitate or complain or perhaps even fight. Instead his young one went quickly enough that one might call it willing. He bent over the table so that his cock hung off the edge and then, wonderfully, he spread his legs without even being ordered. Xander stood back and enjoyed the sight of his pet exposing himself, his heavy balls framing that hanging cock that made his pet so needy, and so compliant.

The pink was fading from Spike’s bare ass, but the welts stood out even in the dim light. And as Spike lay face down on the table, his hands flexed open and closed in a way Xander found almost hypnotic. Spike wanted to act, to move, to do something, but yet he lay waiting, and Xander had never seen a more perfect sight than Spike’s marked backside framed by the heavy cock and the restless, chained hands.

“Impatient, pet?” Xander asked.

“Just bloody bugger me before my soddin’ cock falls off, ya wanker,” Spike snarked, and Xander had to laugh at such impudence even as he slapped a pink cheek hard enough to cause a yelp. “In nine centuries, I’ve yet to see one fall off,” he chuckled as he knelt down behind his pet and tied one ankle to a table leg using rope. He didn’t think Spike would fight him now, but he would not have his pet’s submission undone in a moment of panic. Checking that the bonds were not too tight, he tied a second ankle to a table leg.

Once the ropes secured him in place, Spike started reflexively moving against the bindings, unconsciously testing them. Xander knelt there after he had tied the last knot. He lay one hand against his pet’s thigh, feeling the muscle strain and relax. He slipped his second hand inside his pants, reveling in his own aching need as he teased himself by rubbing along the slit. How many centuries had it been since he had so desired another? This hunger, this desire, it was intoxicating. Xander leaned his forehead against the back of Spike’s leg for a moment before pushing himself to his feet.

“To whom do you belong?” Xander asked as he let a cool fingertip trace the path of Spike’s backbone allowing his finger to glide over the chained hands when he reached the small of Spike’s back. Spike’s own fingers caught his and held them for just a fraction before releasing him, and Xander continued past the chained hands down to mere centimeters from his ultimate goal. So responsive.

“You,” Spike panted even as Xander licked a finger and explored the outside shape of the small pucker. Turned as a virgin no doubt.

“You know better than that,” Xander admonished as he slapped Spike on the inside of a thigh. Spike bucked his chest up and off the table with a groan even though his lower half was tied in place.

“To whom do you belong?”

“I belong to Xander sired by Nusa the Strigoi, killer of knights,” Spike answered properly, and Xander approvingly stroked the tender skin between the balls and the pucker. Spike shivered so strongly that the chains imprisoning his hand rattled.

“Who do you serve?”

“I serve you; I obey you.” Xander rewarded the answer by slipping his wet finger into the pucker, feeling inside for that small bump which could offer ever-increasing need and pressure, or release and pleasure. When he found it, he gently tickled his finger over the surface so that Spike again bucked up snarling with frustration.

“And what do you vant, my beautiful hellcat?” His tone like honey and thick with his native accent, Xander tickled the prostate again.

“Oh bloody hell, just fuck me,” Spike demanded in a quivering voice. Xander had heard that phrased more elegantly, but an invitation was an invitation. He quickly spit-slicked two fingers, driving them in and loosening Spike just enough to avoid major tearing. The young were so hungry when they bled, and he didn’t want to have to go hunt again tonight; tonight was for teaching his new child.

Gasping, Spike started squirming and flexing his hands into fists and quietly insisting, “Fuck me already ya soddin’ wanker, fuck me.” Xander pulled down his own pants and fisted his erection as he lined it up. Xander stopped and closed his eyes as he struggled for control that he hadn’t needed since his own sire’s death, because no one since had created such need in him. Now this rebellious little hellcat with his desperate whimpers and half-hearted struggles and impudent mouth made his cock ache with need, and he was determined to control himself. After all, he was a master of 900 years.

“You’re mine, my precious, and you’ll always be mine.” Xander drove forward, giving Spike no chance to adjust but instead creating heat as he forced his way into the minimally prepared channel. Spike hissed and growled and writhed helplessly as he tried to rub his own cock against the table. Xander used his strength to hold Spike’s hips still as the younger vampire adjusted to his master’s size.

“Mine,” Xander bent over and growled in Spike’s ear, “I decide if you have earned release, and I provide the release, little one. Only me.” The body under him shivered and stilled. Xander pulled back slowly, feeling the skin of his cock drag against the sides of Spike’s channel until the pain and pleasure reached equal proportions for both of them. He thrust in a second time and his own precum and tiny tears releasing drops of blood provided just enough lubrication for his cock to slide in more smoothly. Xander’s demon rose up demanding the fast and brutal mating of demons, but Xander wanted to torture his toy more.

He pulled back slowly, resting his hands on the table on either side of Spike’s bound body.

“Bloody hell, fuck me already,” Spike demanded.

“Who do you serve?”

“I serve you; I obey you,” Spike instantly responded. Xander rewarded him by slamming back in hard enough to elicit a savage and happy growl.

“So if I vant to enjoy your body slowly, feeling my cock surrounded by your trembling muscles as you beg for release I do not grant… if I vant this, what do you say, my precious hellcat?”

“Yes, Master,” Spike hissed even as he tried his best to wriggle invitingly and clamped down hard with his ass muscles. Xander shivered in delight. Oh yes, that was acceptable. Xander didn’t want a minion who mindlessly followed; a young hellion who obeyed and then tried to tempt his master was far more Xander’s style. But his young rebel would have to learn that Xander had enough control for both of them.

Ignoring his own need for a more active coupling, he pulled out of Spike as slowly as he could, feeling Spike’s thighs tremble as he tried to fight the bonds and push himself back onto his master’s cock. Xander laughed again, and honestly he couldn’t remember feeling this good since he had been tied face up on a table with Nusa riding him and forbidding him his own release.

This time Xander pushed in slowly as he put his hands on Spike’s chained arms, enjoying the feeling of his prey writhing beneath him. “You’re mine, my beautiful pet. Will you sit at my feet?”

“Yes,” Spike immediately answered. Xander noticed the ‘Master’ part had disappeared. Oh his little one was going to provide endless amusement.

“And will you kill when I order?”

“Bloody hell, yes.”

“And will you beg for my cock?” Xander started pulling out slowly enough to make his pet tremble.

“Yes, I’ll bloody beg for your cock, so fuck me already. Please. Please fuck me. Fuck me fuck me...” As if a floodgate had been opened, the demand disappeared and Spike begged. Xander had intended far more torture before he allowed either of them completion, but the fierce begging and struggling body shredded the last of his control as Xander released his own demon and did exactly that.

Pulling back out mid-thrust, he slammed into Spike’s body, slipping a hand around so that the force of this drive would push Spike’s cock forward into that tight grasp. Spike reared up from the table, and Xander caught his young lover around the front of his neck, pulling Spike nearly upright as he slammed in again and again, and now Spike was incoherent with need, using his small freedom of movement to press back to meet Xander’s heavy thrusts.

Xander tightened his grip around Spike’s neck, reminding him who controlled his body as he whispered “come” in Spike’s ear right before burying his fangs in his pet’s neck. Spike roared out his orgasm and jerked madly against the rope and chains as Xander drank deeply… so deeply that for the second time that night Spike leaned against his new master for support.

Xander changed his grip so that he held Spike around the waist as he pulled out of the young one’s neck and ass. Oh to have someone so trusting as to lay with his neck exposed- Xander suppressed a shiver of pleasure. Spike sagged against him with his head tilted back and resting on Xander’s shoulder, bonelessly supple in his completion.

After several minutes of simply holding his new pet—his new lover— still slumped motionless in his embrace, Xander slowly lowered him back down to the table and stepped away to retrieve his cloak and adjust his clothing. He paused, drinking in the sight of his bound pet, ass still welted, come leaking down the insides of his thighs, softly rattling his chains as he murmured in sleepy contentment. Xander smelled that delicious aroma of lust and release, and realized he did not even need the slaughtered humans at his feet to make this moment perfect.

He walked up and ran a finger through the trickle of come before bringing it around to Spike’s mouth. “Taste your master,” Xander ordered softly, and the mouth obediently opened and Spike sucked on the finger that Xander presented, without even opening his eyes

“Are you mine?” Xander asked curiously. With so little blood in him, Spike would probably not be able to form the coherent thoughts needed to lie. The system wasn’t foolproof, but with young vampires it generally worked.

“Yeah,” Spike agreed without even a hint of rebellion in his voice. Xander smiled triumphantly as he unfastened the silver button of his cuff and pushed up the sleeve.

“Drink, pet, you’ve earned your master’s blood.” Spike’s eyes flashed open at that, brilliant blue eyes that searched his face, and Xander wondered what the young one wanted to see, or perhaps if a question was what he feared seeing.

Xander waited patiently. Spike was his now and he could afford patience as his young one learned to trust him. Spike’s face shifted to his true form before he reached out and sank his teeth into Xander’s arm. Xander threw back his head and felt his lust and cock respond to the feeling of having another feed directly from him. Why had he allowed one disastrous child stop him from taking another, he wondered as he smelled Spike’s own lust rising.

“Enough, little one,” Xander said, and Spike immediately pulled out his teeth although he did continue licking the wound.

“Right, goin’ ta let me up then?” Spike asked salaciously with a wiggle of his body, and Xander heard the chains rattle under the cloak. So his little hellcat was ready for more? The young one was going to have to learn that he had to accept affection on his new Master’s terms.

“No, I rather enjoy the sight of you helpless and at my mercy,” Xander answered.

“Thought you didn’t have mercy?” Spike quickly replied, and Xander smoothed the hair away from his young one’s face.

“I don’t.”

“Good,” Spike said, with a ghost of a naughty little grin. He closed his eyes again, head resting in Xander’s lap, body relaxing into his bonds. Such a perfect child, Xander thought as he sat on the table with his own cock starting to demand release again. Well, what was the point of vampire stamina if not to enjoy it?

Xander was considering how he wanted to use Spike’s body for the second round when he caught the smell. Another master trespassed on his territory. Really it was Spike’s territory, but what had belonged to his pet was now his. Xander slid off the table with a growl, and Spike stiffened.

“Xander?” a low voice rumbled from the shadows under the scaffolding. Xander moved off to the side, keeping his body between the unseen intruder and his pet. He would protect what was his: both his territory and his cherished pet.

Spike raised his head from the table and sighed. “Oi, like my bloody unlife couldn’t get any worse. Got great timin’ there, Peaches.” Xander narrowed his eyes as he prepared for the intruder’s attack.

“Who is out there, little one?” Xander demanded of his pet who still lay bound to the table, covered with only the cloak.

“That’d be Peaches, otherwise known as the worthless sire of my sire, Angelus.” Xander hissed dangerously. He would have killed Angelus anyway, but now that he had claimed his hellcat, he had a more personal reason to destroy a vampire who had harmed what was now his own.

“Shut up, Spike,” the voice commanded even as the shadowy figured advanced. “Xander, we need to talk.”

“Donut boy’s not home right now,” Spike answered.

“Shut up, Spike,” Angelus repeated as he now stepped out of the shadows, and Xander could see that the large vampire had not even switched into his demonic form, a mistake that would be his last.