Just Another Game

Author: pixel
Title: Just Another Game
Chapter: 3/? A Game Of Two Halves
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17
Feedback: always welcome and read even if I don’t respond quickly
Concrit much appreciated and possibly needed
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is still owned by Joss et al ~ anything new is mine.
Warnings/Squicks: BDSM,implied n/c,anal/oral
Summary: ficlet, spander through the years
Beta(s): don’t have one
Distribution: hell, if anyone wants it just take it. Just drop me a line so I can take a look.
Everything in italics is thought’s

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Spike strode up the steps to their new house, never once sparing Xander a glance, trusting his slave was following close behind. He’d not said a word since they’d left Buffy standing over the dead demon in the cemetery; he’d just given a gesture to command Xander to follow him and stalked off into the night.


Spike’s POV


Christ I can’t do this, in love with a bloody mortal, so close, nearly lost him, lying there; the demon right on him, if I’d been any slower it’d be over. Bloody fucking Slayer, letting him get hurt. Talking him out of calling me. Her fault, know they hate this thing between us; her and Red, don’t understand do they? Think it’s all some sort of sick game on my part, like I’m using him to get to her. Shit I stopped wanting that bitch the second the soul hit, why won’t they fucking understand, know how they feel ‘bout me, but you think they’d trust him. No more, not letting them do this again. He’s mine, gonna keep him safe. Slayer’s fault but I gotta punish him, he knew better than to let her talk him into this, disobeyed a direct order he did. Can’t let that go, got to make sure he understands, make sure he never pulls a stunt like this again. So relieved he’s ok, just wanna wrap my arms ‘round him, make him feel safe, can’t do that yet though; gotta teach him his lesson first.


“Strip and wait for me.”


Need to get some space, too wound up, too fucking freaked by how I nearly lost him. Can’t touch him yet, scared I’ll go too far, really hurt him if I do. Don’t want to do that, never want to really hurt him. Gotta get control of the demon. Need to make certain he learns. Have to get him set, let him wait on me a bit. Can’t do this right ‘til I’m calmer. These’ll do, hold him tight, get him ready for me.


“Come Here Toy.”


Xander’s POV


Oh god, his body, it’s so tight so angry, all rigid and tense, I really screwed up this time. So badly. He told me never to go hunting unless he was there, it’s one of the rules. I just wanted to spend a bit of time with my girls, was just supposed to be movie night at Buffy’s. Then when I turned up she wanted to go after this demon she’d spotted, said it wasn’t that dangerous, that it’d be quick and easy. I just went along, never expected it would all go wrong so fast. She’s been so distant since she found out about me and Spike; her and Willow both. They still think he’s using me, like I need an intervention or a rescue. They just won’t let themselves see that this is the first time I’ve ever really been happy, that this is what I want. Funny thing is, I think Giles does get it; not that he’s thrilled ‘bout me taking up with Spike; but he seems to understand why I need this, makes me wonder a bit about him and Ethan. God I wish he’d just say something, yell at me, anything at all except this fucking silence. “Strip.” Yep I can do that. Clothes off, folded on the chair, down to my knees, keep position. He’s gone, can here him in the bedroom, rummaging in the chest. What’s he getting? Can’t look, not giving him any more reasons to be mad. This is gonna be bad, I never did this before, never directly disobeyed; just screwed up by accident or forgot stuff. Why the fuck did I listen to Buffy? Wish he’d let me talk, let me say I’m sorry, whatever he does nothing could hurt as much as this. He wants me to come, didn’t tell me to stand so it’s hands and knees all the way. Hate this. Hate this. Please let him understand, I never meant to disobey, it all just got out of hand. Ok at his feet, kneel again, eyes down, hands clasped at my back. Come on Spike, talk to me. Please.


Spike moved quickly to secure Xander; first on was a stainless steel cock ring, forced tightly over Xander’s already hard length. He attached leather cuffs to his slave’s wrists and ankles; clipping the ankle cuffs together and securing the wrists in the small of Xander’s back. Small weights were attached to Xander’s nipple rings and a heavy silk blindfold covered his eyes. Spike spoke for the first time since he’d begun, tapping Xander’s chin as he said one word. “Open.”
The open mouth was then filled with an o-ring gag, which settled behind his teeth and was then tightly fastened. Spike positioned his boy in the corner of the room, facing the wall, then fetched three chains. Spike pushed Xander’s head further forward, arching his back and then clipped the first chain from the front of Xander’s collar attaching the other end to the cock ring. The second chain ran from the back of the collar to the flange of the butt plug Xander habitually wore. Finishing up Spike ran the last chain from the butt plug, between the cheeks of Xander’s ass and attached it to the base of the cock ring. At quick once over of his restrained slave, to make sure the bonds were secure without being tight enough to cause any real damage, and Spike moved away and sat down heavily on the couch.


Xander’s POV


This is so bad! He’s never treated me like that before. Usually he always talks when he chains me up, telling me how good I’m being, how much seeing me like that turns him on. Going on about what I look like and how it makes him feel to own me. His hands never stop either, always stroking, caressing, like he has to map every inch of me. This was wrong, different. Like he couldn’t stand to touch me, all business, like I’m a job he had to get finished. Like I wasn’t important to him. God what if I’m not? I didn’t mean to break the rules; he has to listen to me. What if this means he won’t want me any more, I don’t know how to do this without him, should never have listened to Buffy. I don’t care what he does, just so long as he keeps me. I just need him to do something, anything, I need to hear his voice.


The position he’d been chained in was a strain on Xander’s back, his muscles were beginning to ache and the cold stone floor was hard on his knees. The cuffs and chains were secure enough that he was left with hardly any room to move. When he raised his head a little to ease his back it pulled painfully on the chains attached to his cock ring, but if he tried to ease that pain by lowering his head again the other chain, on his back, forced the butt plug deeper into his body, brushing against his prostate. Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain; in a never ending cycle. With his eyes covered, his body becoming seriously over stimulated and his mind in turmoil; Xander soon lost track of time and began to despair of ever being forgiven. He could here Spike from time to time, small creaks of leather as his Master shifted position on the couch. Every noise brought fresh hope that his Master was going to come to him, but when Spike failed to appear at his side, the hope turned to fear. What if he’d screwed up so badly that his Master released him. The gag prevented him from crying out loud or pleading for his Master, but silent tears began to seep from his eyes.


Spike’s POV


Got to stay away for now. Christ I’m sitting here alone when all I want to do is beat him bloody and fuck him raw. He’s mine; he had no right to go off and almost die like that. Fucking white knight; never thinks before he throws himself in danger. Demon’s going bloody crazy, yelling and screaming at me. Wants to turn him, figures he’d be safer that way. Don’t want that though; want him just like he is now. Turn him and even if I get his soul stuck on, he won’t be the same. Could do the bond, make him a mate. He’s not gonna like how that happens though. He’d go spare when I tell him he’s gotta let Angel have him for the bond to take. Could order him to do it, but I won’t. This one’s got to be his choice, make him practically immortal it would, can’t decide that for him. He’s got to accept it for himself or the mojo won’t take. The old poof would probably say no anyway. Doesn’t matter what we want, Slutty’ll go on about how I’m still evil and that I don’t really love my boy and Peaches’ll just let the little bitch walk all over him as usual. Can hear the chains shifting; head up, head down, trying to relieve the strain; must be driving him crazy by now. Can smell the fear from him, the despair. Hate that I’m making him feel that, just not calm enough to risk touching him yet. Bleeding hell he’s crying, should’ve warned him about the rages, told him what could happen if the demon gets scared he’s gonna lose him. Never want for him to feel this bad. Have to sort the punishment first; then I want him in my arms all night. Need to touch him, hold him, just so I know he’s ok. Tomorrow we’ll have to talk ‘bout Peaches and the bond. Have to set new rules too. Gave him too much freedom, too many decisions I let him make; got to get his mind straight. Won’t ever risk this happening again.


Spike finally calmed enough to feel ready to deal with his disobedient toy. He detached the chains from the cock ring and butt plug; then pulled Xander to his feet. Knowing the boy’s legs would have started to cramp, from being held in position so long, Spike gave them a brisk rub to help get the circulation going again. He then picked Xander up and carried him into their room, placing him face down on a padded bench. He re-arranged Xander’s limbs, separating his ankle cuffs, then kicking his legs wide and attaching them to the legs of the bench, doing the same with the wrists. The bench was angled, with the front legs being shorter than the back. Xander’s legs were stretched to their full length, leaving his ass raised and exposed. At the front of the bench his head rested on a small cushion. The bench stopped at Xander’s waist, which meant his painfully hard cock and balls hung free, allowing his Master easy access.


Having made sure that Xander was positioned comfortably and that all the straps were tight, Spike was ready to begin. He fetched a hard wooden paddle and started the punishment. When they played or when Xander had been punished before, for making a small error or forgetting something, Spike would pause between blows; caress the abused flesh, speak of how proud he was of his boy and make sure Xander knew that even in his pain he was cherished. This was different. Hard blows rained down on Xander’s ass and thighs, leaving them a livid red and sending pain radiating through his body.


Finally Spike began to speak. “You. Disobeyed. Me. You. Didn’t. Forget. You. Didn’t. Make. A. Mistake. You. Deliberately. Broke. The. Rules.” Each word was punctuated by another stinging blow from the paddle. “You. Let. Me. Down. You. Disappointed. Me.” Spikes voice was filled with the pain and worry he’d been holding in ever since he’d seen Xander nearly die and the blows were coming faster now. “I trusted you to go out alone. I thought you’d do right by me. You didn’t. Things gonna change. New rules. You gotta earn that trust back. YOU ARE MINE.You do not get to throw your life away. You don’t get to leave me alone.”


Despite the pain Xander’s smell changed from despair to relief and joy. He finally realised that no matter what he did, how badly he screwed things up; Spike was never going to let him go. For the first time Xander truly understood how much Spike needed him, loved him. Spike was his as much as he was Spike’s. They belonged to each other. Neither of them was ever going to walk away.


When Spike recognised the change in Xander, he knew that his toy had finally got it. He threw the paddle away and riped the butt plug from Xander’s body. Immediately replacing it with his cock. He set a harsh rhythm, pounding into Xander’s ass, twisting his hips and slapping his balls against Xander’s bruised skin with every thrust. Leaning over Xander’s back he released the straps of the gag and finally allowed his boy to speak.


“Who are you?”


“Master’s toy.”


“Who am I?”


“Master.”


“You will never, ever do that again.” Spike then sank his fangs into the side of Xander’s neck.


“Xander’s babbling apology was cut short when Spike removed the cock ring and started pulling harshly at Xander’s cock. They’d both been so wound up it only took minutes for them both to cum, and after Spike removed his fangs from Xander’s body they were both spent.


As Spike gently released Xander from his bonds, his slave began apologising again, desperate to let his Master know how sorry he was. Spike shushed him, told him that they’d talk in the morning. When he’d cleaned them both up, Spike got Xander into bed then curled up behind him. Pushing his renewed erection into Xander’s sore hole, and wrapping his arms tightly ‘round Xander’s waist. Tonight he wanted to sleep surrounded by and connected to his boy.


Spike and Xander’s POV


I love him. God feels so good, joined like this. He’s still here. Still wants me, still loves me. Everything’s going to be ok now.


tbc.....

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Sorry about the wait between updates, but i've got three other WiPs and so they all have to take a turn. Thanks for the kind reviews