Puppy Love

Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... R
Warnings: Little s/m not much.
Short Summary: Puppy experiences something new, and finds he likes it.
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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!


Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her? It'll help me write anything else. I'm totally stone walled.


He was blindfolded once more, but this time it was the kind that he liked, where he could travel down that velvet tunnel and everything was alright. He felt safe now, like never before. Whatever had set Spike off before seemed like it was gone, and it didn’t seem like it was coming back. He moaned when the lash fell, when each lash fell, moaned and lost himself in the haze, in the special place where pain was pleasure, such sweet pleasure.

Xander’s body twitched and jumped now and again at particularly painful lashes that fell against his back, but his head was bent forward, fallen forward, against the St. Andrew’s cross, hanging between the beams. He moaned and panted softly, he wasn’t gagged, he was so very rarely gagged, Spike liked to listen to him moan and groan and plead and beg. He appreciated that, meant it was easier for him to breathe because lately, lately every time Spike beat him… something inside him broke.

It was like a torrent of feelings, falling free of his shoulders, his woes, everything, gone, and he’d cry. Big tears would streak down his face, his nose would get all snotty. Usually Spike had him blow his nose regularly so breathing wouldn’t have been too horrible, but often times he just let Xander suffer, leaving him a liberated weeping mess. He’d get cleaned up at the end then.

He was already crying, big sobbing heaves, tears escaping his blindfold. He sobbed even as Spike stopped whipping him and lifted his head by the hair. Xander winced slightly, but he couldn’t hold up his head on his own, he felt too lost in happy dopey Xander land where everything felt, just, right. Spike mopped his face clear of tears and snot, getting Xander to blow to empty his nose. Spike nodded to himself and walked back behind the boy.

Gently Spike undid him, ankles first, then with an arm around his waist, the boy’s wrists. Spike led him to a bondage table, keeping the blindfold on, telling the boy to hop up and lay on his back. He was quickly obeyed, and Spike chuckled at how obedient his boy was turning out to be. He still hadn’t forgiven himself for his “Prove I’m a Master Vampire by not letting my lust or want of a slave control me” thing. He’d done some unforgiveable things to the puppy, but he was doing better now.

Xander was panting, his sobs stemmed and the walls went back up again inside. He was shocked when he felt a strawberry at his lips. He smiled softly and opened his mouth, biting into the fruit, chewing and getting the rest of it, the green bit having been cut off. Even taste was a new sensation, the strawberry exploded on his tongue, filling his nose with the scent of strawberries. He swallowed and was presented with a firm, tangy grape, which he gratefully consumed. Everything was coming alive.

After being fed for a while of a varying arrangement of fruits, making sure to cleanse and worship the fingers that fed him, Spike chuckled. “Just wanted your energy up pet,” Spike whispered into his ear, Xander started to tense. “Don’t worry, the blindfold will stay on and it’s not nearly as bad as the whip. Just want to decorate your front as well as your back.”

Spike rubbed in mineral oil all over Xander’s body, making his body shine under the lights. Something was wheeled over and Xander started to tense again, Spike soothed and caressed him, “You’ll like it pet, you’ll really like it, I promise.” Xander slowly relaxed again.

The sound of a cover coming off and a liquid dripping was heard before a wash of warm paraffin wax was spilled over his torso. The melted wax conformed to his body, Spike chuckled as Xander gasped in shock at the surprising level of heat coming off the wax as it solidified around his body.

Spike walks around Xander, filling his ladle with more melted paraffin when needed, and spread it over his entire body. He smiles as Xander gasped and arched for each one, almost pleading for more, never fighting, never trying to escape the wax, Spike was right, he did like this pain.

And then Spike poured the wax over his cock and balls, he let out a startled yelp, and moaned, shaking his head, the heat almost unbearable, but so very, very sweet. The pain washed over him like a lover’s caress, filling him with peace and joy, he started crying again, he just felt so good. Spike got him to blow his nose when he needed it and tended him as he poured on the wax.

Finally it was over, but then he realized he was completely covered, from collarbone to knees with wax. He lay on the table, panting, relishing the heat, sleeping with a vampire had really made him appreciate heat. He twisted his wrist slightly, then frowned, the wax was stuck to his skin! How were they going to get it off?!

Suddenly something cold touched his cheek, and he recognized one of Spike’s favorite blades. With practiced ease Spike slid the razor sharp blade between oil slicked skin and paraffin wax, carving the wax away from his skin. He stiffened and held totally still when Spike went near his boys, but he didn’t need to fear, Spike was a blade expert. The oil had really helped from keeping the wax from totally adhering to his hairless skin.

Finally Spike was done, and ran his hand over Xander’s heaving, panting chest, he leaned over and whispered in the human’s ear, “Told you, you’d like it,” and smirked his classic smirk, not that a blindfolded Xander could see, but he could tell. He jumped when he felt a warm washcloth being rubbed over his body.. He was rubbed and massaged with the soft towel as it took away all traces of wax. Xander sighed happily and lay still, letting Spike tend him.
He’d been doing that a lot lately, letting Spike tend him, bathe him, groom him. Spike seemed to enjoy having someone to look after, and Xander had never been looked after like this so he was soaking it up like a sponge. He knew it was probably Stockholm’s syndrome, but he didn’t care. Life was good for him now, for the first time in forever. He was being fed every day, several times a day, not just once! He felt… loved. Loved like a pet, but loved.

He drank it all in, every kindness, every kind word or gesture, every time Spike did something for him “just because”. He felt like he was being wooed, next he was expecting poetry, wasn’t Spike a poet when he was human? Anyways, he loved this tender care, he was getting everything he’d ever wished for, with a twist but everything he wished for, and loved it.

He was growing to admit he loved what Spike did to him, what he made him feel deep inside. Now, whenever the door opened his heart didn’t hammer in terror, it fluttered in anticipation. Not a night went by without Spike showing him some kind of kindness, and he drank it in like he’d been staked out in the desert for his entire life. He was actually starting to feel human. Funny that, finally feeling human with a vampire as the cause. He wasn’t normal though, that he accepted, his cravings and yearnings were too deviant for that.

But he felt loved, and that’s all that mattered.


A.N. I know wax isn’t nearly as easy to get completely off as I said, especially over the entire body, but the oil and his hairlessness would help most of it come off and my muse says that means all of it is gone. Just work with her, there’s no talking to her, unless you want silence for a while.