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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
54
Views:
41,642
Reviews:
119
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0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 33/50 - Hallowe'en
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... R-ish
Warnings: blood play, torture, pain, you know, the usual. And I must note, because people are commenting, there is a reason for Spike's brutality, just think about it a little, one commenter on my LJ even got it right on.
Short Summary: Puppy learns what vampires do during Hallowe'en.
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!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her? Writing is ever so much easier if I know people are reading and enjoying.
Xander was woken rudely from his cage and pulled out; Spike clipped a leash to his collar. “Heel pet” he commanded, and Xander did. For the first time in what felt like forever, Xander was being allowed out of the room. He crawled at heel with Spike, head submissively bowed.
Spike led the way to a very open room with a raised platform and a St. Andrew’s cross positioned on it. Spike soon had him up there and tied securely, he walked behind Xander and took the coiled pocket whip offered him by one of his minions. The entire residence was there, even every servant had found some reason to be needed in the room.
“You know what we do on Halloween? We stay in,” he told Xander as he flung his snake whip into the air, curving it and cracking the tip over Xander’s head. “Know what happens when a crowd of demons or vampires and the like get stuck indoors?” He cracked the whip in the air just beside Xander’s hip, Xander still hadn’t moved an inch terrified of what was about to happen to him. “We get bored.” Another crack, this one for his other hip. “Wanna know what happens to bored demons?” He cracked the whip over the boy’s head again, ruffling his hair. “We find ways to fight boredom.” And with those words Xander’s pain began.
He was whipped over and over again, his blood flying to splatter the walls and any anyone who might be watching too closely. Now and again Spike would pause long enough to lick up the spilt blood, soothing the wounds with his tongue, nicking his tongue on his fang to press his blood to the worst of the wounds, not wanting the boy to scar of course.
Xander writhed and gasped beneath him, panting for breath, shaking, even through the pain he felt the pleasure and was sickened by it. He felt all twisted up inside, things that should make him stop and scream and beg Spike to stop only made him press harder, beg louder, why did he want these things? Why did he crave them, beg for them even when he wasn’t told to? Why was he so wrong?
The moments of sultry pleasure were definitely enough to offset the pangs of pain, wistfully he wondered if this meant he got to go out of the cage. He wouldn’t mind being locked up in the room so much now that he’d spent so much time in that damned cage, cozy that it was. At least the room had things to do, stuff to play with, the remote in his hand. He’d watched more episodes of passions than he ever thought one person could take and still he was locked in the cage.
He sobbed, crying at each stroke, each stroke giving him pain, pleasure, torment. He arched under the lash, gasping for breath, barely able to scream from his voice being trapped in his throat, he couldn’t say a thing at first. Then his voice was suddenly free and the words began to pour out of him. The lash never fell on the same place twice, making him scream and sob, begging, pleading for mercy, knowing none would be shown.
Spike whipped him until he was covered from just below the neck to just above his Achilles’ tendon. He screamed through all of it, gasping for breath, crying big fat lonely tears, his emotions ripping through him. He heard laughter and talk going on about him, sometimes about him, usually not. He was just one show in a party after all, nothing important. He hung limply in his bonds, sobbing and crying, unable to bring himself under control. The St. Andrew’s Cross he was tied to made moving impossible, especially with the rope around his waist, holding him immobile for Spike’s enjoyment. He wasn’t gagged, Spike liked to hear him plead and beg, scream and howl in pain. The lashes on the backs of his knees felt like the worst, he wasn’t sure he’s be able to kneel, never mind sit down, for at least a week, he was is so much pain.
What did I do wrong? Why is he treating me like this? He never did before! He cried heavily He’s going to whip me till I pass out or die, isn’t he, oh god, this hurts! He hung from his chains, lost in the sensations of pain exploding along his back, noticing nothing else. He no longer even cared that others were watching, he just hurt!
Warnings: blood play, torture, pain, you know, the usual. And I must note, because people are commenting, there is a reason for Spike's brutality, just think about it a little, one commenter on my LJ even got it right on.
Short Summary: Puppy learns what vampires do during Hallowe'en.
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!
Xander was woken rudely from his cage and pulled out; Spike clipped a leash to his collar. “Heel pet” he commanded, and Xander did. For the first time in what felt like forever, Xander was being allowed out of the room. He crawled at heel with Spike, head submissively bowed.
Spike led the way to a very open room with a raised platform and a St. Andrew’s cross positioned on it. Spike soon had him up there and tied securely, he walked behind Xander and took the coiled pocket whip offered him by one of his minions. The entire residence was there, even every servant had found some reason to be needed in the room.
“You know what we do on Halloween? We stay in,” he told Xander as he flung his snake whip into the air, curving it and cracking the tip over Xander’s head. “Know what happens when a crowd of demons or vampires and the like get stuck indoors?” He cracked the whip in the air just beside Xander’s hip, Xander still hadn’t moved an inch terrified of what was about to happen to him. “We get bored.” Another crack, this one for his other hip. “Wanna know what happens to bored demons?” He cracked the whip over the boy’s head again, ruffling his hair. “We find ways to fight boredom.” And with those words Xander’s pain began.
He was whipped over and over again, his blood flying to splatter the walls and any anyone who might be watching too closely. Now and again Spike would pause long enough to lick up the spilt blood, soothing the wounds with his tongue, nicking his tongue on his fang to press his blood to the worst of the wounds, not wanting the boy to scar of course.
Xander writhed and gasped beneath him, panting for breath, shaking, even through the pain he felt the pleasure and was sickened by it. He felt all twisted up inside, things that should make him stop and scream and beg Spike to stop only made him press harder, beg louder, why did he want these things? Why did he crave them, beg for them even when he wasn’t told to? Why was he so wrong?
The moments of sultry pleasure were definitely enough to offset the pangs of pain, wistfully he wondered if this meant he got to go out of the cage. He wouldn’t mind being locked up in the room so much now that he’d spent so much time in that damned cage, cozy that it was. At least the room had things to do, stuff to play with, the remote in his hand. He’d watched more episodes of passions than he ever thought one person could take and still he was locked in the cage.
He sobbed, crying at each stroke, each stroke giving him pain, pleasure, torment. He arched under the lash, gasping for breath, barely able to scream from his voice being trapped in his throat, he couldn’t say a thing at first. Then his voice was suddenly free and the words began to pour out of him. The lash never fell on the same place twice, making him scream and sob, begging, pleading for mercy, knowing none would be shown.
Spike whipped him until he was covered from just below the neck to just above his Achilles’ tendon. He screamed through all of it, gasping for breath, crying big fat lonely tears, his emotions ripping through him. He heard laughter and talk going on about him, sometimes about him, usually not. He was just one show in a party after all, nothing important. He hung limply in his bonds, sobbing and crying, unable to bring himself under control. The St. Andrew’s Cross he was tied to made moving impossible, especially with the rope around his waist, holding him immobile for Spike’s enjoyment. He wasn’t gagged, Spike liked to hear him plead and beg, scream and howl in pain. The lashes on the backs of his knees felt like the worst, he wasn’t sure he’s be able to kneel, never mind sit down, for at least a week, he was is so much pain.
What did I do wrong? Why is he treating me like this? He never did before! He cried heavily He’s going to whip me till I pass out or die, isn’t he, oh god, this hurts! He hung from his chains, lost in the sensations of pain exploding along his back, noticing nothing else. He no longer even cared that others were watching, he just hurt!