Puppy Love
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
54
Views:
41,646
Reviews:
119
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 37/50 - Stage
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13
Warnings: cages, not much
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Puppy dances.
Word Count: 935 (as per Word Count)
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 shaking, obviously distressed by the girl’s painful death. He felt his cage shake a little as the door was opened. Spike snapped his fingers and pointed at his feet. Xander crawled backwards out of the cage. He was immediately shackled about the wrists and a lead clipped to his collar.
Spike led him crawling to a stage set up in the middle of the floor and led him up, tying his chain leash to a binding point, giving him enough room to move about the entire stage while standing. Spike had pulled his collar upwards until Xander had got the idea that he meant for the boy to get up, but when he did he felt Spike’s hands dancing along his body. He moaned and writhed against the vampire, hands fisting in his shirt, whimpering softly. Wanting to kiss him so bad it hurt, and finally he was being kissed like he’d always dreamed. Full of hunger and need and want and possession. He’d come to the same conclusion he had before, he didn’t want to die, so he wasn’t going to. He was going to be a good pet and not freak out about his owner’s eating habits, because really, what could he do?
He moaned into the kiss, coppery taste invaded his senses, the dead girl’s blood. He’d had a lot to think about, staring into that girl’s dead eyes until they’d carted her off, and the one mantra he’d kept saying over and over again “I don’t want to die!” He’d come to his decision, as distasteful as it was, he’d play along with the vampire’s games and taunts, he’d not fight when Spike fed, because really… what could he do from inside a cage? Glare at him until he felt guilty? Not going to happen!
He whimpered, wishing he could beg permission to speak again. Spike saw his distress and smirked, leaning down against him, arm on the pole, his whole body covering Xander’s, pressing him against the icy pole.
“What do you want this time?” Spike asked, murmuring close to his ear, nuzzling it. “What could my pet possibly want? Speak boy, speak.”
“Why did you bring me here Master?” Xander again spoke low in his throat, knowing only the vampire and not much else would hear in the din of pain and pleasure the club had to offer.
Spike laughed and patted the top of the boy’s head, “To show you off, of course. No one believed me when I said I had a Slayer’s minion under my control, so I decided to show you off. News about you is going to spread in the demon community, that’s for sure, they’ll know to leave you alone, at least the smart ones. And I’ll gain a new kind of respect. No one else in history has taken a Slayer’s minion as slave and pet. I’m the only one, and I want everyone to know that it’s actually true and not just a rumor”
They were already getting side long glances and a steady circle of empty space formed around them, no one wanted to be on Spike’s bad side, and absolutely no one dared to look at the human underneath the vampire on the stage, even though that’s why he’d been put there. Xander’s hands were at about chest height from the chains Spike added to him from above. He sighed softly, wondering what Spike was up to.
A minute later a new song started, something with a heavy beat and electric guitar, it blasted from the speakers. “Dance for me puppy, show me how much you love being mine…”
Xander looked at him with comically open eyes, disbelief in them. Him, the zeppo, dance for a sex on legs vampire? What the hell was going on? He looked nervously around the room, and remembered Spike’s rules, he was showing him off, so he’d better obey if he knew what was healthy for him. He slowly swung his hips to the music, hands ghosting over his body to clutch and pinch at his nipples, pulling hard on them. He moaned softly and spun around the stage, eyes closed as he tried to dance for Spike, so he thought to him, maybe hoping he could pick it up over the link, but really hoping Spike could understand body language.
Please Spike, he thought to himself as he danced and writhed on the stage in front of a whole passel of demons, but it was all for Spike, every twitch of his hips, every swing of his arms, every spin, every movement a plea to Spike, begging him, pleading with him
Please Spike, take me back. I don’t care that you’re a demon, that you kill to survive and for fun, I can’t live on the outside looking in, used for your pleasure and left in a heap, I want to be yours, take me back, make me yours Spike, make me yours again.
Xander danced and sighed happily, the music reaching its crescendo, leaving Xander hanging from his chains on his knees, arms above his head, pleading and yearning in his eyes for Spike. Spike clapped softly, and the rest of the demons joined in out of pure will to live, and pretty soon Xander was receiving a standing ovation, the human turned red while his vampire seemed quite pleased.
Spike got to his feet and undid Xander’s chains, whispering in the mortal’s ear, “Gonna take you home and ravish you, you know that, right? You’re the one that woke the beast, gonna have to live with that puppy…”
Warnings: cages, not much
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Puppy dances.
Word Count: 935 (as per Word Count)
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 shaking, obviously distressed by the girl’s painful death. He felt his cage shake a little as the door was opened. Spike snapped his fingers and pointed at his feet. Xander crawled backwards out of the cage. He was immediately shackled about the wrists and a lead clipped to his collar.
Spike led him crawling to a stage set up in the middle of the floor and led him up, tying his chain leash to a binding point, giving him enough room to move about the entire stage while standing. Spike had pulled his collar upwards until Xander had got the idea that he meant for the boy to get up, but when he did he felt Spike’s hands dancing along his body. He moaned and writhed against the vampire, hands fisting in his shirt, whimpering softly. Wanting to kiss him so bad it hurt, and finally he was being kissed like he’d always dreamed. Full of hunger and need and want and possession. He’d come to the same conclusion he had before, he didn’t want to die, so he wasn’t going to. He was going to be a good pet and not freak out about his owner’s eating habits, because really, what could he do?
He moaned into the kiss, coppery taste invaded his senses, the dead girl’s blood. He’d had a lot to think about, staring into that girl’s dead eyes until they’d carted her off, and the one mantra he’d kept saying over and over again “I don’t want to die!” He’d come to his decision, as distasteful as it was, he’d play along with the vampire’s games and taunts, he’d not fight when Spike fed, because really… what could he do from inside a cage? Glare at him until he felt guilty? Not going to happen!
He whimpered, wishing he could beg permission to speak again. Spike saw his distress and smirked, leaning down against him, arm on the pole, his whole body covering Xander’s, pressing him against the icy pole.
“What do you want this time?” Spike asked, murmuring close to his ear, nuzzling it. “What could my pet possibly want? Speak boy, speak.”
“Why did you bring me here Master?” Xander again spoke low in his throat, knowing only the vampire and not much else would hear in the din of pain and pleasure the club had to offer.
Spike laughed and patted the top of the boy’s head, “To show you off, of course. No one believed me when I said I had a Slayer’s minion under my control, so I decided to show you off. News about you is going to spread in the demon community, that’s for sure, they’ll know to leave you alone, at least the smart ones. And I’ll gain a new kind of respect. No one else in history has taken a Slayer’s minion as slave and pet. I’m the only one, and I want everyone to know that it’s actually true and not just a rumor”
They were already getting side long glances and a steady circle of empty space formed around them, no one wanted to be on Spike’s bad side, and absolutely no one dared to look at the human underneath the vampire on the stage, even though that’s why he’d been put there. Xander’s hands were at about chest height from the chains Spike added to him from above. He sighed softly, wondering what Spike was up to.
A minute later a new song started, something with a heavy beat and electric guitar, it blasted from the speakers. “Dance for me puppy, show me how much you love being mine…”
Xander looked at him with comically open eyes, disbelief in them. Him, the zeppo, dance for a sex on legs vampire? What the hell was going on? He looked nervously around the room, and remembered Spike’s rules, he was showing him off, so he’d better obey if he knew what was healthy for him. He slowly swung his hips to the music, hands ghosting over his body to clutch and pinch at his nipples, pulling hard on them. He moaned softly and spun around the stage, eyes closed as he tried to dance for Spike, so he thought to him, maybe hoping he could pick it up over the link, but really hoping Spike could understand body language.
Please Spike, he thought to himself as he danced and writhed on the stage in front of a whole passel of demons, but it was all for Spike, every twitch of his hips, every swing of his arms, every spin, every movement a plea to Spike, begging him, pleading with him
Please Spike, take me back. I don’t care that you’re a demon, that you kill to survive and for fun, I can’t live on the outside looking in, used for your pleasure and left in a heap, I want to be yours, take me back, make me yours Spike, make me yours again.
Xander danced and sighed happily, the music reaching its crescendo, leaving Xander hanging from his chains on his knees, arms above his head, pleading and yearning in his eyes for Spike. Spike clapped softly, and the rest of the demons joined in out of pure will to live, and pretty soon Xander was receiving a standing ovation, the human turned red while his vampire seemed quite pleased.
Spike got to his feet and undid Xander’s chains, whispering in the mortal’s ear, “Gonna take you home and ravish you, you know that, right? You’re the one that woke the beast, gonna have to live with that puppy…”