Puppy Love
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
54
Views:
41,637
Reviews:
119
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 28/50 - Ropes
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC17
Warnings: Bondage, hoods, m/m, nothing too horrible.
Short Summary: Puppy learns about shibari.
Beta: LJ User purpledodah 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!
I've been nominated at the forbidden awards! Woo who! Some of you will vote for me, right?
Wow, two more noms! One for this and one for best general author. I'm stunned, I really really am. Thank you whoever you are, I'm honored and ecstatic. Thank you!
The Xander Babble Award - Best WIP [work in progress] for "Puppy Love"
The Xander, King of Cretins Award - Best Author [a year or more]
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?
Xander was bound in an intricate pattern, rope twined and knotted about him artistically as well as functionally. He was on Spike's bed, various tie points being used to keep him immobile. Shibari, Spike called it as he wound the rope around Xander’s body in a complex yet precise looking set of patterns.
Spike looked down at his boy spread out before him, unsure if it was going to be agonizingly sweet torment or a bone jellifying fuck. He ran his hand down the mostly bare back and felt Xander twitch in response, the hood blocking all sound and sight. Such a lovely sight, too bad the penis gag cuts off most of his sounds. He stroked the flesh again, smirking as his puppy squirmed in his bindings.
All Xander felt was intermittent cool, feather light caresses over his bare skin. The ropes bound his calves to his thighs, and ropes from the harness that had been woven on him led to tie points which kept him on his knees, but face down in the bedding. The leather hood ballooned in and out as he gasped for breath, each one laced with the stink of leather. He sagged against the rope, confident it could take his weight and keep him in position with the ropes holding him immobile. His legs ached and he wished he could stretch them out, even if only for a minute. He was pretty sure circulation was being cut. Spike tapped the inside of his thighs and he obediently spread them further apart.
Spike stroked Xander’s ass, massaging the firm globes beneath his palms, thumbs sneaking into his crack and lightly touching his quivering hole. Xander jumped in response, writhing and twitching in the ropes; Spike couldn’t tell if he wanted more or less. Knowing my boy, he wants more.
Spike slithered some lube down the boy’s ass crack, hearing the muffled yelp as the cold gel hit his skin. It warmed swiftly enough and dribbled to his ass hole, where Spike rubbed it around and around. He slowly pushed a finger into the quivering hole and was welcomed with a barely heard moan. Spike chuckled, Must be trying to fight it, stupid human.
He crooked his finger and smoothly added a second finger, gently pumping them in and out of the boys ass, stroking the prostate now and again, making him jump and gasp. He quickly added a third, with only a small peep of protest, and fucked him hard with his three fingers, fucked him till Xander was moaning and pressing back against him.
Spike smiled to himself and removed his fingers, hearing the soft whimper of protest through the gag, but slathered his own cock with plenty of lube, and pressed the hard, aching cock to Xander’s shuddering closed hole. Without any warning, he plunged his cock inside and had to bite his cheek to keep from losing all control, the heat of the boy enveloped him and made him moan. He was thankful the boy couldn’t hear this.
Slowly he started a rhythm, pumping his hips harder and faster with each thrust, gripping Xander’s hips with a grip that would bruise. Xander just moaned and tried to push back against him, wanting more, loving it, loving his owner… Spike was sure of it, even if the whelp wouldn’t admit it to himself or to Spike. Spike knew, it was enough. It was good that Xander loved Spike, that’s how a slave should feel, love and devotion, it meant Spike was doing his job right! He nodded to himself even as he kept pumping harder and harder against the boy.
He grit his teeth, hearing the muffled mews, the soft grunts each thrust produced. He could smell the boy’s precum on the bed already, dribbling and dropping in an almost steady flow. He slammed his hips into Xander one last time and came, Xander coming immediately after, as he’d been trained and taught repeatedly. He can keep telling himself that it’s training, denying what he wants and needs, but the nose doesn’t lie. The boy lusts for me, like a good owned slut should.
Warnings: Bondage, hoods, m/m, nothing too horrible.
Short Summary: Puppy learns about shibari.
Beta: LJ User purpledodah 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!
I've been nominated at the forbidden awards! Woo who! Some of you will vote for me, right?
Wow, two more noms! One for this and one for best general author. I'm stunned, I really really am. Thank you whoever you are, I'm honored and ecstatic. Thank you!
The Xander Babble Award - Best WIP [work in progress] for "Puppy Love"
The Xander, King of Cretins Award - Best Author [a year or more]
Xander was bound in an intricate pattern, rope twined and knotted about him artistically as well as functionally. He was on Spike's bed, various tie points being used to keep him immobile. Shibari, Spike called it as he wound the rope around Xander’s body in a complex yet precise looking set of patterns.
Spike looked down at his boy spread out before him, unsure if it was going to be agonizingly sweet torment or a bone jellifying fuck. He ran his hand down the mostly bare back and felt Xander twitch in response, the hood blocking all sound and sight. Such a lovely sight, too bad the penis gag cuts off most of his sounds. He stroked the flesh again, smirking as his puppy squirmed in his bindings.
All Xander felt was intermittent cool, feather light caresses over his bare skin. The ropes bound his calves to his thighs, and ropes from the harness that had been woven on him led to tie points which kept him on his knees, but face down in the bedding. The leather hood ballooned in and out as he gasped for breath, each one laced with the stink of leather. He sagged against the rope, confident it could take his weight and keep him in position with the ropes holding him immobile. His legs ached and he wished he could stretch them out, even if only for a minute. He was pretty sure circulation was being cut. Spike tapped the inside of his thighs and he obediently spread them further apart.
Spike stroked Xander’s ass, massaging the firm globes beneath his palms, thumbs sneaking into his crack and lightly touching his quivering hole. Xander jumped in response, writhing and twitching in the ropes; Spike couldn’t tell if he wanted more or less. Knowing my boy, he wants more.
Spike slithered some lube down the boy’s ass crack, hearing the muffled yelp as the cold gel hit his skin. It warmed swiftly enough and dribbled to his ass hole, where Spike rubbed it around and around. He slowly pushed a finger into the quivering hole and was welcomed with a barely heard moan. Spike chuckled, Must be trying to fight it, stupid human.
He crooked his finger and smoothly added a second finger, gently pumping them in and out of the boys ass, stroking the prostate now and again, making him jump and gasp. He quickly added a third, with only a small peep of protest, and fucked him hard with his three fingers, fucked him till Xander was moaning and pressing back against him.
Spike smiled to himself and removed his fingers, hearing the soft whimper of protest through the gag, but slathered his own cock with plenty of lube, and pressed the hard, aching cock to Xander’s shuddering closed hole. Without any warning, he plunged his cock inside and had to bite his cheek to keep from losing all control, the heat of the boy enveloped him and made him moan. He was thankful the boy couldn’t hear this.
Slowly he started a rhythm, pumping his hips harder and faster with each thrust, gripping Xander’s hips with a grip that would bruise. Xander just moaned and tried to push back against him, wanting more, loving it, loving his owner… Spike was sure of it, even if the whelp wouldn’t admit it to himself or to Spike. Spike knew, it was enough. It was good that Xander loved Spike, that’s how a slave should feel, love and devotion, it meant Spike was doing his job right! He nodded to himself even as he kept pumping harder and harder against the boy.
He grit his teeth, hearing the muffled mews, the soft grunts each thrust produced. He could smell the boy’s precum on the bed already, dribbling and dropping in an almost steady flow. He slammed his hips into Xander one last time and came, Xander coming immediately after, as he’d been trained and taught repeatedly. He can keep telling himself that it’s training, denying what he wants and needs, but the nose doesn’t lie. The boy lusts for me, like a good owned slut should.