Puppy Love
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
54
Views:
41,641
Reviews:
119
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 32/50 - Darkness
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... R-ish
Warnings: a little blood nothing too horrible.
Short Summary: Puppy plays in the dark.
Beta: LJ User purpledodah and LJ User Laazikaat
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A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by LJ User hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
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He screamed out as his darkness turned to horrible pain, Spike had bitten him on the inside of his thigh.
His eyes were wide open but he stared unseeingly around him, the room almost pitch black, yet Spike never seemed to miss a strike. He twisted in his chains, pressing his front against the St. Andrew’s cross he was bound to and screamed again when another lash fell. It felt like his skin was being flayed from his body, ripped from his bones, but it was just a pocket snake whip, such a small thing to cause such intense pain.
Spike didn’t seem to be letting up, striking all over Xander’s back, ass and thighs. He paused now and again to lick up the spilt blood, but that was the only reprieve Xander seemed to get. He sagged against the bonds, panting hotly, trying his damndest not to cry. He hadn’t done anything wrong! He’d obeyed every rule, he never complained, he did everything he was told, so why this pain was being inflicted on him he had no answer, and he wished he knew!
Darkness usually brought him peace as nothing else could, brought him to a safe place covered in velvet and softness, but this whipping was making his soft haven a hellish one. Each fall of the lash caused him to scream and moan loudly. He felt droplets of blood ooze down his back before they were licked up and the wounds caressed.
Xander lay limp and useless, totally at a loss of what to do or say, only the darkness kept him sane.
Finally Spike finished and cut Xander free, carrying him to the bed and gently laying him out on his stomach. He didn’t turn on the light as Spike administered to his pet’s wounds. Xander sighed beneath him, engrossed fully in what Spike was doing to him, every sense alive and alert to make up for his sight.
Spike massaged and rubbed every welt before pulling a sheet over Xander’s bare body. “Stay still puppy, you need to mend before we can play again.”
Xander didn’t see the smirk or the glimmer in Spike’s eyes.
Warnings: a little blood nothing too horrible.
Short Summary: Puppy plays in the dark.
Beta: LJ User purpledodah and LJ User Laazikaat
Concrit: always welcome in comments, e-mail or MSN, whichever.
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!
He screamed out as his darkness turned to horrible pain, Spike had bitten him on the inside of his thigh.
His eyes were wide open but he stared unseeingly around him, the room almost pitch black, yet Spike never seemed to miss a strike. He twisted in his chains, pressing his front against the St. Andrew’s cross he was bound to and screamed again when another lash fell. It felt like his skin was being flayed from his body, ripped from his bones, but it was just a pocket snake whip, such a small thing to cause such intense pain.
Spike didn’t seem to be letting up, striking all over Xander’s back, ass and thighs. He paused now and again to lick up the spilt blood, but that was the only reprieve Xander seemed to get. He sagged against the bonds, panting hotly, trying his damndest not to cry. He hadn’t done anything wrong! He’d obeyed every rule, he never complained, he did everything he was told, so why this pain was being inflicted on him he had no answer, and he wished he knew!
Darkness usually brought him peace as nothing else could, brought him to a safe place covered in velvet and softness, but this whipping was making his soft haven a hellish one. Each fall of the lash caused him to scream and moan loudly. He felt droplets of blood ooze down his back before they were licked up and the wounds caressed.
Xander lay limp and useless, totally at a loss of what to do or say, only the darkness kept him sane.
Finally Spike finished and cut Xander free, carrying him to the bed and gently laying him out on his stomach. He didn’t turn on the light as Spike administered to his pet’s wounds. Xander sighed beneath him, engrossed fully in what Spike was doing to him, every sense alive and alert to make up for his sight.
Spike massaged and rubbed every welt before pulling a sheet over Xander’s bare body. “Stay still puppy, you need to mend before we can play again.”
Xander didn’t see the smirk or the glimmer in Spike’s eyes.