Trickster's Treat

Only one more chapter to go after this


Angel stood silent, a wary expression on his face as he backed up as far as the chain allowed. Oh yes, he was just now starting to realize how much trouble he was in, and Xander took a moment to enjoy the expression of trapped panic.

“I’m not in the mood for games,” Angel answered without looking directly at him. Right now Angel appeared to be fascinated with the ceiling.

“This one you will like. If you vin it, I keep you around for another day.” Xander allowed his hand to trail down his pet’s inside thigh making both of his captured prey groan. So Angel’s attention was not so distracted after all. “Of course, if you lose the game, I’ll pour holy water down your throat and vatch you writhe in agony until the holy water travels to enough cells in your body for you to turn to dust.” Angel’s head snapped down and Angel stared at him, fear evident in his smell for the first time.

“Xander, you do not want to do this. Torture… torture is not something you want to remember.”

“Of course it is. I remember a villager who offended my Nusa; I tortured him until he begged me for mercy and offered to eat his own genitals,” Xander replied dismissively. “So, do you want to play or shall we move straight to the holy water?”

“Xander, please…” Xander cut off the plea with a single gesture of his hand.

“Play— holy water. Your choice.” Xander stared at Angel, wondering for the first time if Angel would truly chose final death over submission, but in the end, Angel’s eyes dropped to the floor.

“Play,” Angel softly said. Xander smiled benevolently as he left his pet and stood just outside of Angel’s reach.

“The game is easy. If Spike comes first, you win. If I come first, I win. If you come first, it’s a draw and we play again.” Xander explained the rules and then held up a short chain he had retrieved from a nearby table. “Hands behind your back,” he ordered with a smile.

Again Angel stood silent and stared as if waiting for Xander to change his mind, his face frozen into an expression of indifference that didn’t match the scent of panic and lust he sent into the still air of the warehouse.. Xander simply held up the chain and rattled it, and Angel finally turned around putting his hands behind his back. Xander quickly locked chains around Angel’s hands and then unlocked the original chain from the beam before leading Angel over to the table. Spike waited there with the most deliciously confused expression, eyes never leaving Xander’s face.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” Xander purred as he stopped Angel at the end of the table so that they could both admire his hellcat’s strong body laid out like an offering. “Strong, intelligent, graceful… sarcastic.” Xander could now smell the lust coming from Angel in waves, and he knew Spike could as well. Besides the obvious entertainment value, this game had two goals: Angel would have to face his guilt, and Spike would learn that he was worth wanting. Sometimes Xander amazed himself with his good ideas. However, Angel seemed less enthusiastic if the silence was any indication, and Spike’ erection was definitely lagging.

“Hmm, I think you’re starting at a disadvantage,” Xander said mildly as he unfastened Angel’s jeans and pulled them off. The underwear went next, and now Angel couldn’t pretend that he didn’t notice Spike’s beauty. Angel’s cock jutted out, fully erect, and with the exposure of the cock, the smell of Angel’s lust almost overpowered Xander.

Xander nudged Angel to move him forward, but the large vampire stood transfixed, cock twitching as his eyes roamed over Spike’s bound and naked form. Xander had thought that the contest would be between his pet’s release and his own, but now he considered that Angel might actually earn a draw. Of course, he wouldn’t mind repeating this particular game, so he could certainly accept that result.

Xander nudged Angel again, harder this time, and Angel rocked forward and then rocked back without losing focus on Spike or acknowledging the tacit command. “Move,” Xander finally ordered with a third push, and Angel stepped forward mechanically. Xander used chains to secure Angel’s feet to the table legs so that he stood with his legs open, exposed and vulnerable at the end of the table.

Like Spike earlier, Angel started to rub his erection against the edge of the table, and Xander brought Angel back to reality with a sharp slap on the ass. Instantly Angel froze, and Xander could smell a wave of shame replace the earlier lust. Strange vampire. Xander unlocked Angel’s wrists, and Angel’s hands just fell to his sides.

“Strip,” Xander ordered. He didn’t need Angel naked for this, but he didn’t want Angel dressed while his own pet was laid out without any clothes. Besides, the feel of Xander’s pants and silk shirt against Angel’s bare skin would remind him of his place, and Xander found himself mildly surprised when the order caused Angel to harden more.

Perhaps Spike wasn’t the only one to miss the games one’s elders inevitably played with one. Angel unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the ground behind him, and now Xander could see the strong body with which Angel had been blessed. He had heard of how this one had taken his name from a victim who described him as having the beauty of an angel, and Xander agreed. The vampire before him had the classic lines Xander had seen in the artwork of Italy, where five centuries ago artists would have paid to sculpt his body into stone.

Now that Angel stood naked with his legs chained open, Xander knew that he would have to move carefully to avoid winning this game. This was a vampire worth fucking, even if he was an abomination that needed to eventually be destroyed. It’s just that Xander found himself revising that date farther into the future with each second that he saw that strong, body chained and vulnerable. However, his pet needed convincing. Each time a wave of shame would flow from Angel, his own pet’s erection would wane.

Xander turned his attention to his young one, who lay with an expression of indifference directed at Angel, but Xander knew that Spike was far from indifferent. “To whom do you belong?” Xander demanded as he laid a hand on his pet’s tense arm. The muscles relaxed under his fingers, and Xander felt his cock react to such willing obedience.

“I belong to Xander sired by Nusa the Strigoi, killer of knights.” Spike looked at him with wide eyes that bordered on panic.

“And I give you the gift of your previous sire’s submission,” Xander said quietly as he now stared right at Angel and stroked Spike’s forehead. Another trip to that shelf on which Spike had laid out so many toys. Xander smiled at the thought of the many weeks it would take him to make use of them all. This time, Xander selected a short chain that had heavy, thick iron manacles attached.

Angel now turned awkwardly to watch him, his legs open and vulnerable and his body twisted. Xander smugly held up the manacles as he returned to the table. He expected a fight, but Angel sighed heavily and held out his hands even as he rolled his eyes. Nevertheless, Xander felt the slight tremble in those arms. Almost sorry that Angel had not fought him, Xander quickly snapped the manacles on Angel’s wrists as the tall vampire silently watched.

Xander ran his hand down the length of Angel’s arm, stopping at the manacles before he took that connecting chain in hand, controlling Angel’s hands and controlling Angel as he stepped behind him and leaned in so that Angel was trapped between the table and Xander’s own bulk. At first, Xander could feel those muscles tense as though waiting for the attack, but Xander simply held the chain in one hand while allowing his free hand to explore whichever parts he could reach: a hip, a curving shoulder, a patch of curled coarse hair, a rippled stomach.

Eventually Angel’s muscles began to relax, and Xander stepped back as he went for the next toy. Yes, Angel wanted his freedom and was a master who would not submit for any length of time, but Xander could feel the threads of what had once been Angel’s need to submit to his own sire. He could sense the shadow of that need, and he could use it to manipulate Angel, even if he could never truly trust one who had been corrupted with a human soul.

Stopping at his pet’s side, Xander lowered his head to drop a kiss on his hellcat’s lips.

“My childe,” Xander whispered, and Spike’s body shivered in its bonds.

“Is someone goin’ ta soddin’ do something? Gettin’ bored here,” Spike complained, but at the same time he licked his lips and smiled with the tip of that tongue still visible. Xander groaned in desire, and Spike shifted into game face without moving that tongue. Oh yes, Xander was going to have to show a lot of restraint with two such perfect creatures naked and waiting to serve him.

Xander took a short length of chain and turned back to Angel, reaching up and caressing Angel’s neck before encircling it with the heavy chain. Angel refused to look at him, stonily focusing instead on the distant depths of the warehouse, but Xander was patient. He simply pulled up on the chain connecting the manacles, padlocking the center link from the manacles to the makeshift collar so that Angel’s hands were held awkwardly close to his head.

“So beautiful,” Xander said as he ran a hand down Angel’s broad back before stroking the inside of Spike’s thigh. When he found the wizard or witch who had brought him to his Hellmouth, Xander fully intended to reward that person for providing him with such treats. He backed away from the table so he could better enjoy the sight of the two bound and naked vampires.

“Angel, you may do anything you like to ensure Spike is the first to come and earn yourself my protection for the evening. Meanwhile, I will be amusing myself.” Xander stepped back and unzipped his own pants, allowing his erect cock to appear, startlingly pale against the black fabric. Xander thumbed the bead of precum at the slit, and smoothed it down the shaft. Angel looked over, eyes darting down to Xander’s erection, and when Angel made eye contact again, Xander gave an evil little grin. So far, he was well on his way to winning.

Angel looked down at Spike with an inscrutable expression for several moments before he wordlessly bent over so that his body rested on the table between Spike’s legs, and his head lined up with Spike’s groin.

Spike hissed in pleasure when Angel’s tongue touched his cock, and Xander squeezed the base of his own cock to keep himself from ending the game as he watched Angel take his pet into his mouth. “Bloody hell, yes,” Spike gasped, and Xander squirmed at the sight of Angel’s cheeks puffing out as his mouth filled, sucking Spike’s cock down to the root.

Xander watched as Spike writhed to a chorus of “yes” and “hell, yes” and “fucking hell, yes.” Finally, Spike reared up against the ropes, mindlessly driving himself into his previous sire’s mouth. Now those chained hands came into play as Angel pushed Spike’s hips back down, holding him still as he pulled up so that only the head of Spike’s cock was in his mouth. Xander could only imagine what Angel was doing with his tongue to make Spike moan and thrash on the table even harder.

Xander took a step towards the table and Angel stopped with Spike’s cock still filling his mouth. Brown eyes turned toward Xander, glaring at him with the fire of lust and fury as Spike complained and threatened imminent death if someone didn’t get him off. After a brief moment, Angel started again, his lips stretched in an ‘O’ as he slid up and down on Spike’s erection, his large hands braced on Spike’s hips, his fingers spread out over Spike’s pale skin .

With Spike now so shudderingly close to coming, Xander stepped up behind Angel and without warning slid a finger inside that undefended entrance. Xander could feel Angel clench around his finger, but the vampire’s erection didn’t wane at all. Xander pulled out and tore a gash in his fingertip before he rubbed at the outside of that tight pucker and then plunged in again.

Oh he had not enjoyed a night like this for over a century. Xander added a second finger. Now Angel fought, his legs struggling to close against the invasion and his inner muscles spasmed and trembled, but Angel’s head continued bobbing in service to Spike. Xander spread the fingers and felt Angel’s muscles fight him.

“If you vant to avoid being ripped open, I suggest you stop fighting,” Xander advised mildly, and Angel froze. Spike’s “Oi” of complaint caused Angel’s head to resume its rhythmic movement, but Xander’s fingers now moved much easily. Oh yes, this might be a master independent of his own sire, but he still felt the thrill of being possessed. Xander could relate, he was 400 when his sire died at the hands of the traitor, and until the day she died, an order from her to strip and present himself never failed to excite him.

Xander reached around and gathered precum from Angel’s own erection to help ease the passage, and Angel thrust forward wildly at the touch. Angel nearly managed to earn a draw, and Xander vowed not to touch the vampire’s cock again until either he or his pet had finished.

Xander took his own erection in hand and slowly pressed up against Angel, moving slowly so that the silk of his shirt slid against the bare skin of Angel’s back. He had to press just to get the head to pop in, and then Xander stopped. Yes, sometimes the lack of pain was the greatest torture, so he pushed in slowly while Angel now started gurgling moans of his own. That sent Spike into an even fiercer series of struggles. When he felt his balls press up against Angel’s ass, he braced himself on Angel’s prone back. He pulled out and thrust in again in one swift, brutal motion that elicited an excited growl from Angel which Xander answered with a deeper growl of his own.

Angel was now the one who fought against the restraints, the movements of his head losing their pattern as his own body demanded release. Spike didn’t seem to mind. Xander thrust in again, and pushed himself up against Angel’s larger frame as he reached around to pinch a nipple. Angel now squirmed as his head moved faster and his moans grew loud enough that they might have rivaled Spike’s own had Angel not been gagged with Spike’s cock.

Xander promised himself that he would assemble his court before destroying Angel because he wished to put another in his own place so that he could watch. He imagined Angel’s eyes closed in ecstasy as his lips stretched around Spike’s cock, and he nearly lost control of his own orgasm. Really, he didn’t know how his pet was managing to control himself for so long.

His own precum and Angel’s blood slicked the passage so that he could thrust easily, angling his thrusts so that Angel groaned and squirmed with each thrust. Angel’s own cock hung neglected and hard as he served others. He drove into Angel’s body over and over as he reached up to pull fingernails down Angel’s back hard enough to draw a thin line of blood to the surface.

Xander was about to forget his plan in favor of enjoying a well-earned orgasm when he smelled Spike’s release and heard his pet growl his completion. Xander thrust in one last time before dropping his weight onto Angel’s back and sinking his fangs into Angel’s neck. He drank deeply as his orgasm spilled out into Angel. Never one to torture a fellow vampire more than necessary for his own pleasure, he reached around and closed his fist around Angel’s erection and Angel lost no time in fucking the fist until his own orgasm ripped through him a second later. The three lay together on the table and Xander knew bliss.

Xander slowly pulled out of Angel’s neck, allowing his weight to rest on Angel’s back as he licked the wound closed. He pulled his hand up to his mouth and tasted Angel as he lay on that large body, enjoying the sated feeling from having fed and fucked for the second time.

He would have to find a more secure lair soon because he wanted to play just one more game before curling up to sleep the day out between his new child and his chained slave. From the smells below him, he didn’t think he would have any complaints about the plan. Eventually, he stood and closed his pants as he walked to the side of the table.

He considered the table with pleasure. Spike lay with his eyes closed and his body limp with satisfaction. Angel lay with his cheek against Spike’s thigh, his brown eyes watching Xander with a weary sadness, and Xander smiled as he reached over to touch that thick brown hair.

“I guess you von that game,” Xander said, and Angel just closed his eyes. Again, the smell of shame flared, and Xander could see his pet tense. Given time he would teach Angel not to feel shame for his own needs and, more importantly, he would show Spike that he was desirable.

One of Angel’s hands rested in a fist by Spike’s cock, and Xander put his own hand over it, slowly uncurling it so that Angel’s open hand rested on the tender skin of Spike’s inner thigh.

“It’s who ve are,” Xander whispered before he turned to go get… get what? Where were the little sugar-hyped rug rats Snyder had stuck him with? Xander felt a moment of utter panic as two sets of memories suddenly collided.