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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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Adult ++
Chapters:
54
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41,650
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119
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Chapter 41/50 - Candy Cane
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC17
Warnings: m/m (D'uh), not much.
Short Summary: Puppy gets told who's allowed to do what.
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!
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He sucked on a candy cane lounging on Spike’s bed. He loved how if you sucked them long enough they turned into little spears. He’d poke his tongue and see how hard he had to push to get blood. If the candy was sharp enough, he didn’t have to press hard. This time the candy was sharp enough.
“OW! Dammit!” He ran to the bathroom to assess the damage, looking in the mirror. He was relieved to see it was just a little blood, a small puncture really, and he swallowed that away. He returned to his seat and went on licking the candy, sucking it.
Suddenly he wondered when Christmas was, it would be his first Christmas where he didn’t have to sleep outside to avoid the bedlam within. It would probably pass unmentioned, and Xander really was okay with that. He got that the candy was a Christmas thing, but for all he knew Spike could have picked it up on discount after Christmas was over, who knew what the date was anymore? He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he’d last asked, and his schedule was so awry with Spike keeping some day time hours, and sometimes nights, he had no idea how many days had passed.
He was humming some Christmas carols to himself, watching TV idly when Spike walked in. Xander heard the snick as the key slid into the lock even before the door opened and smiled, calling out clearly to Spike. “Greetings Master, your pet is being well stuffed with sugary goodness, I bet my breath has never been mintier!”
He smiled up at the vampire, these last few weeks had been bliss, Spike was treating him as a beloved pet again, being given all he needed, even a little pain, just to this side of bad pain but he felt it, and he even learned to ask for it from time to time. Spike was all smiles walking into the room then suddenly scowled and ran at him, instantly growling on top of him.
“Who hurt you?” Spike snarled out, carefully looking over the boy for any injuries.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was talking about, his tongue still throbbed. “N-no one, I sucked the candy to a spike and speared my tongue, really, I’m not hurt, it stopped bleeding and everything!” Xander cowered away from him, trembling, then he was stunned when Spike plunged his tongue into Xander’s mouth.
They kissed with a passion Spike had kept hidden for a long time, it was time the boy knew, really knew, what Spike felt for him. He tasted the traces of blood left on his tongue and accepted the boy’s story, daft as it was. He ground down against his now only ankle chained pet, letting him feel the burgeoning erection in his pants against his own. Both of them panted into the other’s mouth, Xander gasping and moaning softly, fingers clamped around a fistful of linen.
Spike broke the kiss and leaned down to murmur in the boy’s ear, “You can touch me, pet, never need permission to touch me ever again, you got that? You want to touch me, and you just go ahead and do it, as long as you deem it proper for the occasion that is. Got me pup?” Spike asked him sternly. Xander’s rapid head nodding answered his question for him. “Good boy…” Then he smacked Xander on the thigh, “Thought we were over this twitching and mumbling, words puppy, learn to use words or I’ll take them away from you, got it?”
Xander blushed and nodded, winced and said, “Yes Master, no more twitching and mumbling about.” Xander’s hands were all over Spike’s body caressing lean muscle, stroking the pale skin with his big hands ghosting over pale alabaster. How he wished he was tan so he could see the stark contrast of their skin, maybe someday he’d ask Spike to let him outside, it’s not like he could run away anyways.
Spike and Xander rolled around on the bed until Spike had him right in front of the mirror, “Watch yourself puppy, want you to see what I do to you, want you to see yourself when I’m in you, how blissed you are.” Without further ado, he pulled out the plug and slid into Xander, using the lube for the plug as lube for the fuck, Xander had learned to like it rough.
The human gasped in pleasured pain and pushed back against Spike’s hips wanting more. He may have grown to enjoy Spike’s company, but really what choice did he have? But that didn’t mean he wasn’t a damned good fuck. Xander always saw stars.
Spike gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, slamming in and out of his human’s heat, hearing his human cry out louder and louder and louder, yet watched Xander’s eyes as he watched himself in the mirror, watched the boy pant and scream, crying out with each thrust. Spike hammered into him until he came in a flood of tepid semen, and only his snarled “NOW!” got the boy to cum at the same time.
Xander saw white, his eyes rolled up in his head as he exploded all over the blanket, he let out a little hiss as Spike withdrew from him, missing his presence inside him. He panted, but didn’t move, watching himself recover from an intense orgasm, sweat glistening on his skin. He wished he could see Spike behind him, but all he saw was the indents he made on the mattress behind him and between his legs. He panted and collapsed with a groan onto the bed, Spike had withdrawn so he knew he was allowed to move.
“Mmmaster,” he sighed and rolled on the bed, nuzzling Spike’s knees. “That was a lot of fun Master, thank you Master, I enjoyed that a lot, thank you Master, for letting me cum.” Xander was babbling, feeling weak and worn out, Spike had really hammered into him this time.
Spike gripped him by the cheeks and lifted him till they were eye to eye, “You ever hurt yourself again, I’ll beat the bloody tar out of you. No one gets to hurt you but me, got it? And if an accident happens, you tell me before anything. You listening puppy?” He shook the boy for emphasis.
“Yes! Yes Master, never, I’ll be good, I didn’t know I’m sorry.” Xander looked fearfully at him, and bit back a whimper of fear. Spike looked positively ferocious, the intensity he was giving him.
“No one hurts you but me puppy, no one.”
Warnings: m/m (D'uh), not much.
Short Summary: Puppy gets told who's allowed to do what.
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 sucked on a candy cane lounging on Spike’s bed. He loved how if you sucked them long enough they turned into little spears. He’d poke his tongue and see how hard he had to push to get blood. If the candy was sharp enough, he didn’t have to press hard. This time the candy was sharp enough.
“OW! Dammit!” He ran to the bathroom to assess the damage, looking in the mirror. He was relieved to see it was just a little blood, a small puncture really, and he swallowed that away. He returned to his seat and went on licking the candy, sucking it.
Suddenly he wondered when Christmas was, it would be his first Christmas where he didn’t have to sleep outside to avoid the bedlam within. It would probably pass unmentioned, and Xander really was okay with that. He got that the candy was a Christmas thing, but for all he knew Spike could have picked it up on discount after Christmas was over, who knew what the date was anymore? He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he’d last asked, and his schedule was so awry with Spike keeping some day time hours, and sometimes nights, he had no idea how many days had passed.
He was humming some Christmas carols to himself, watching TV idly when Spike walked in. Xander heard the snick as the key slid into the lock even before the door opened and smiled, calling out clearly to Spike. “Greetings Master, your pet is being well stuffed with sugary goodness, I bet my breath has never been mintier!”
He smiled up at the vampire, these last few weeks had been bliss, Spike was treating him as a beloved pet again, being given all he needed, even a little pain, just to this side of bad pain but he felt it, and he even learned to ask for it from time to time. Spike was all smiles walking into the room then suddenly scowled and ran at him, instantly growling on top of him.
“Who hurt you?” Spike snarled out, carefully looking over the boy for any injuries.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was talking about, his tongue still throbbed. “N-no one, I sucked the candy to a spike and speared my tongue, really, I’m not hurt, it stopped bleeding and everything!” Xander cowered away from him, trembling, then he was stunned when Spike plunged his tongue into Xander’s mouth.
They kissed with a passion Spike had kept hidden for a long time, it was time the boy knew, really knew, what Spike felt for him. He tasted the traces of blood left on his tongue and accepted the boy’s story, daft as it was. He ground down against his now only ankle chained pet, letting him feel the burgeoning erection in his pants against his own. Both of them panted into the other’s mouth, Xander gasping and moaning softly, fingers clamped around a fistful of linen.
Spike broke the kiss and leaned down to murmur in the boy’s ear, “You can touch me, pet, never need permission to touch me ever again, you got that? You want to touch me, and you just go ahead and do it, as long as you deem it proper for the occasion that is. Got me pup?” Spike asked him sternly. Xander’s rapid head nodding answered his question for him. “Good boy…” Then he smacked Xander on the thigh, “Thought we were over this twitching and mumbling, words puppy, learn to use words or I’ll take them away from you, got it?”
Xander blushed and nodded, winced and said, “Yes Master, no more twitching and mumbling about.” Xander’s hands were all over Spike’s body caressing lean muscle, stroking the pale skin with his big hands ghosting over pale alabaster. How he wished he was tan so he could see the stark contrast of their skin, maybe someday he’d ask Spike to let him outside, it’s not like he could run away anyways.
Spike and Xander rolled around on the bed until Spike had him right in front of the mirror, “Watch yourself puppy, want you to see what I do to you, want you to see yourself when I’m in you, how blissed you are.” Without further ado, he pulled out the plug and slid into Xander, using the lube for the plug as lube for the fuck, Xander had learned to like it rough.
The human gasped in pleasured pain and pushed back against Spike’s hips wanting more. He may have grown to enjoy Spike’s company, but really what choice did he have? But that didn’t mean he wasn’t a damned good fuck. Xander always saw stars.
Spike gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, slamming in and out of his human’s heat, hearing his human cry out louder and louder and louder, yet watched Xander’s eyes as he watched himself in the mirror, watched the boy pant and scream, crying out with each thrust. Spike hammered into him until he came in a flood of tepid semen, and only his snarled “NOW!” got the boy to cum at the same time.
Xander saw white, his eyes rolled up in his head as he exploded all over the blanket, he let out a little hiss as Spike withdrew from him, missing his presence inside him. He panted, but didn’t move, watching himself recover from an intense orgasm, sweat glistening on his skin. He wished he could see Spike behind him, but all he saw was the indents he made on the mattress behind him and between his legs. He panted and collapsed with a groan onto the bed, Spike had withdrawn so he knew he was allowed to move.
“Mmmaster,” he sighed and rolled on the bed, nuzzling Spike’s knees. “That was a lot of fun Master, thank you Master, I enjoyed that a lot, thank you Master, for letting me cum.” Xander was babbling, feeling weak and worn out, Spike had really hammered into him this time.
Spike gripped him by the cheeks and lifted him till they were eye to eye, “You ever hurt yourself again, I’ll beat the bloody tar out of you. No one gets to hurt you but me, got it? And if an accident happens, you tell me before anything. You listening puppy?” He shook the boy for emphasis.
“Yes! Yes Master, never, I’ll be good, I didn’t know I’m sorry.” Xander looked fearfully at him, and bit back a whimper of fear. Spike looked positively ferocious, the intensity he was giving him.
“No one hurts you but me puppy, no one.”