The Birthday Present

A/N sorry missed this chapter out!! Hope you find it now!

Chapter Eight


As soon as Warren arrived at the lab, he went to check on Spike, who was awake and looked fearfully at him. Spike tugged ineffectually against his restraints.


“Hey, Spike. Take it easy. You’re not going to be hurt. You’re in here to get better. You’ve been sick, remember?”


Spike stared at him, his brow furrowing in concentration as he searched for the words he wanted.


“Car wr…wreck. Hurt. Bad.”


Warren smiled at his project. “That’s right. You were very badly injured, but you’re well enough to go home later today.”


Spike smiled broadly. “Lindsey.”


“Yes, he’s coming for you later.”


Spike tried to sit up but was prevented by the restraints. He looked at Warren in dismay. “Why? Why…not move?” He knew that the words weren’t the right ones but they were the best that he could come up with. His head hurt if he tried to think about it too hard.


Warren moved to his bedside and began to untie them. “Just so you didn’t fall out of bed during the night. There, they’ve gone.”


Spike moved his arms as soon as the straps fell away. He rubbed where they’d been with his fingers. He stared at his hands for a while. He felt that he should remember something about them, but he dismissed it. It must be because of the accident that thinking was so hard.


“Will you get out of bed for me? I just need to make sure that you can walk okay after being in bed for so long.”


Spike nodded, swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. He wobbled a little but soon steadied himself. He touched his abdomen, frowning as he did, and then he looked at Warren.


“Hurts. F…f…feels…odd.”


As Warren had predicted, the bladder for the drugs was still settling in to position. It should ease soon though.


“Your stomach was operated on because of –”


“Car wreck,” interrupted Spike, looking pleased that he knew what to say.


“That’s right. Well done. Walk across the room and back for me.”


Spike walked as directed, looking a little weak but he managed it. “Was that…o…okay?”


“Yeah, buddy. That was just fine. Well done.”


Spike’s face split in to a brilliant smile. Warren knew that Lindsey would flip when Spike smiled at him like that. The guy was really pretty; definitely pretty and not handsome.


“Spike, will you get back in to bed for me?”


Spike hitched his ass on to the bed and then lay down. He was glad to be back in bed. The feeling in his stomach had been an unpleasant dragging sort of sensation. Warren raised the top half of the bed so that Spike was sitting. He handed him a Nintendo DS game console.


“Here, Spike, I’ve got you a little something to help pass the time.”


It would also get him using his fingers properly. He hadn’t been able to move them for three years. Warren showed him how to play the game and left Spike happily doing just that, as he went in to the other room to start work.


After a couple of hours, Spike put the game down. His fingers ached. He stretched them in front of his face, peering at them. He put them too close and they appeared blurry, so he moved them back a little. He sighed and rested them on the mattress. He closed his eyes. He must have been injured very badly to make so much of him hurt. He slept for a short time before waking with a start as Warren roused him.


“Wakey, wakey,” said Warren with a grin.


Spike regarded him warily. He couldn’t shake off the feeling of fear when he saw Warren.


“You know how Lindsey is coming to take you home later?” asked Warren.


Spike immediately relaxed, smiled and nodded his head eagerly.


“Would you like to give him a little present?”


“P…present?” Spike wasn’t sure that he understood what Warren meant.


“You know, something for him looking after you so well? To say thank you for coming to take you home.”


“What…is it?” The way Warren was looking at him made him nervous again.


“This.” Warren held up a gold ring.


“Shiny,” said Spike as he reached out tentatively to touch it. Warren let him take it. Spike looked at it before trying to slip it on a finger. “Too…not…b…big.” Spike stared at Warren with huge eyes. When he felt nervous it was even more difficult to find the right words.


Warren smiled at him, taking the ring back again. “It’s not for your finger. It’s for here.” He pinched Spike’s nipple through the gown.


Spike shrank back. The silicon coating made the pinch hurt more than it should have done. Tears pricked at his eyes. “Ow.” He shook his head. “N…no.”


Warren frowned. “Lindsey will love it. He will be very disappointed that you didn’t love him enough to do it for him.”


Spike looked at Warren in dismay. “I…I…do…love Lindsey. Much.”


“So you’ll do it then?”


“Don’t…w…want to…hurts.”


“I’ll just go and tell Lindsey that you don’t love him then, shall I? He’ll probably leave you here with me.”


Warren grinned as he saw Spike tremble at his words. He wished that he’d got a ring for his penis now, but he’d hadn’t wanted to do it himself and it was too short notice to get it done by a professional. Hopefully he’d be able to persuade Lindsey to do it later.

“O…okay.”

“Oh. I’ll go tell him no, then?” Warren deliberately misunderstanding what he meant.


Spike leant forward on the bed. “No! W…will do it.”


Warren stroked Spike’s head. “Good boy. Wait there.” He walked to a cupboard, opened it and took out the jeans that Spike had been wearing when he brought him to the lab. “Here, take the gown off and put these on,” he said when he got back to Spike.


With trembling hands, Spike managed to untie the bow at his neck that held his gown in place. He glanced at Warren nervously before climbing off the bed. He turned his back to Warren before letting the gown fall away and bent down to put his feet in to the legs of the jeans. Warren took a sharp intake of breath as he saw Spike’s tight ass.


“Don’t put them on.” Warren had thought of another present to put in place for Lindsey, he’d nearly forgotten it.


Spike looked at him over his shoulder. “Why?”


“Just lean over the bed for a moment. I have to examine you before you put your jeans on. To make sure that you’re well enough to go home with Lindsey.”


Spike had looked reluctant to do as he said until Warren had mentioned his owner’s name. Spike was so desperate to get away from this person who made him feel afraid and to be with Lindsey, that he obediently got into the position that Warren wanted. Warren had removed Spike’s butt plug when he’d been working on inserting the drug reservoir. He didn’t want Lindsey to have his pet unprepared for him when he wanted to fuck him. Warren was sure that whatever he had said about looking after Spike for the next few days, that Lindsey would, in fact be unable to control himself.


“Just relax, okay,” said Warren as he placed his left hand on the small of Spike’s back and put the tip of the plug against Spike’s small puckered opening.


He pushed just the tip in and moved it around a little to activate the lubricating lining. When the tip was well covered with the lubricant he worked it all the way in. Spike hissed through his teeth as it stretched him, but it felt familiar and when it filled him he was reminded of Lindsey. He pushed back towards Warren’s hand as it was fully inserted.


Warren chuckled. “Oh, yeah, I can see why Lindsey fell in love with you. Okay, you can put your jeans on now.” He chuckled again as the vampire spread his legs a little as he bent down to pull them up, as he felt the plug. “Right then, let’s get Lindsey’s present done shall we?”


Spike sat on the bed, wriggling his ass to try to get more comfortable as the butt plug made its presence felt. Once he was settled he glanced up at Warren, eyes widening as he saw the device he was holding. Warren reached out and pinched Spike’s left nipple, making it erect. Before Spike could react he felt a sharp pain as Warren swiftly used the device and pierced his nipple. He yelled out but didn’t move.


“There it’s done. That wasn’t so bad was it?” Warren wiped the trace of blood from Spike’s chest.


Spike looked down to see the gold ring dangling from his now swollen nipple. He didn’t like it. It hurt and it looked…wrong.


“W…will…Lindsey l…like it?” Spike asked doubtfully, glancing up at Warren.


“He’ll love it.”

Spike touched it with the fingers of his right hand. If Lindsey liked it, that was all that mattered. He smiled.


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Warren had spent a little time getting Spike looking his best for Lindsey’s arrival. He had applied gel to Spike’s hair, making it stand up in soft peaks. He’d managed to apply some eyeliner to Spike’s eyes, the fact that it was a little smudged just adding to its effect. He’d kept Spike bare-chested and rubbed his torso with some oil that wouldn’t damage the coating on Spike’s skin. Spike hadn’t really liked him doing all this but every time that he’d started to fidget, Warren had told him how much Lindsey would like it and the little vampire sat still.


Lindsey walked in to the lab. He couldn’t wait to get Spike home. He’d really missed him. Warren had kept him here for eight days, and so Lindsey still had the best part of a week alone with Spike before his parents arrived home. He pushed open the door of the room where Spike’s bed was and stopped short. He felt his cock twitch. Spike was sitting on the bed slowly swinging his legs backwards and forwards. He was leaning forward slightly with his weight on his arms. His hair was spiked and his body glistened. Spike lifted his head as he heard the door open, he met Lindsey’s eye and his whole face came to life. Smiling broadly, he slid off the bed and went to Lindsey.


“L…Lindsey! Home. Home now? Please.”


“Hey, Spike. Easy!”


Lindsey staggered backwards as Spike flung himself at him. He wrapped his arms around Spike and kissed his neck. A movement caught his eye and he looked up to see Warren watching with a smirk on his face.


“Spike, why don’t you show him your present to him,” suggested Warren.


Spike let go of Lindsey and stepped back a step. He glanced at Lindsey’s face and then looked down at his chest, his left hand fingering the nipple ring.


“D…do you…like?”


Lindsey thought of how it would feel on his tongue and found that his jeans were feeling awfully tight all of a sudden.


“Yes, Spike, I love it.” He leaned down and gently kissed it.


Spike sighed with relief. Warren had been right. He slowly reached out and touched Lindsey’s cheek with his fingers. Lindsey covered Spike’s hand with his own and then kissed Spike’s lips. Spike responded eagerly, tongue questing and willingly accepting when Lindsey matched his movements with his own.


“Oh, God. I’ve missed you,” groaned Lindsey as he ground his hips against Spike’s.


Spike pushed back against Lindsey even though it hurt his stomach a little.


“Lo…love you.”


Warren interrupted them by coughing loudly. “I think you had better go home, don’t you? Never been much of a voyeur, and if you don’t get out of here soon, I’ll be getting an eyeful of both of your asses!”


Lindsey laughed. “Thank you so much, Warren. He’s great.”


Warren nodded. “Just let me know if you have any problems with him.”


“I will do.” Lindsey took hold of Spike’s hand. “Ready to go?”


Spike nodded. “Yes. Home.”


Together they walked out of the building. It was still light outside and Spike stopped at the door.


“Not…good.” He tried to pull his hand from Lindsey’s grasp.


Lindsey looked at him. Warren had mentioned that some of his vampiric traits may be so deeply embedded, that even with his memories wiped, he might still get some feeling of them. It was up to Lindsey to reinforce that the feelings were wrong. As far as sunlight was concerned – it was easy – the coating would protect him against its harmful rays.


“What is it?” asked Lindsey, curious to see what Spike would say. He hadn’t taken him outside since he’d owned him, and the memories of his time in the labs before he had been sold had all been erased. He didn’t know that he was coated with anything.


Spike frowned and shook his head a little. He didn’t know why. “J…just…not…g…good.”

“It’s fine, look,” said Lindsey stepping out of the shadow. “Trust me; you’re safe.”


Spike glanced at him anxiously. He did trust Lindsey.


“O…okay.” Spike stepped in to the light next to Lindsey. He held his body tense then relaxed as he felt the sun warm his cool skin. He turned to grin at Lindsey. “Safe,” he added.


They hit another little problem when they got to the car. Spike began to tremble.


“C…car…wr…wreck. B…big…hurt.”


Lindsey silently cursed Warren for implanting the memory of the accident so strongly. He needed Spike to be able to travel with him.


“Shh, baby. You’ll be okay. I’ll keep you safe, like with the sun.”


Spike looked up at the sky and then back to Lindsey.


“Safe?” he asked tremulously.


“Safe. I promise.”


That was enough to give Spike the courage to get in the car. By the time they got to Lindsey’s house, he had relaxed enough to gaze out of the window. Lindsey was seriously aroused. Spike looked fantastic and had rested a hand on Lindsey’s leg all the way home. He seemed to draw comfort from touching him. He got as far as the living room before he could bear it no more. Lindsey pulled Spike in to his arms and kissed him. He nearly lost it completely when Spike’s hands sought out the bulge in his jeans.


“W…want,” said Spike, shaking his head as he couldn’t find the words quickly enough.


He opened the buckle on Lindsey’s belt, and fumbled with the zip. Lindsey groaned and helped Spike free his cock from its confines. Lindsey held Spike’s chin for a moment before he slipped to his knees in front of him. He had to ask.


“Are you sure that you want to do this? You can say no.” But for Christ’s sake, don’t!


Spike licked his lips. “Want…n…need. S…Spike l…loves…Lindsey.”


“I love you, too. God, I love you, too.”


Lindsey buried his hands in Spike’s hair as he took him in his mouth. He thrust hard in to the cool eager mouth, and Spike’s expertise in that department meant it lasted no time at all.


“G…good?”


“Jeez, Spike, yes it was good. Can’t you tell from the fact I can hardly stand up,” whispered Lindsey.


By the time they’d got to the bedroom Lindsey felt his lust building again.


“I’m going for a shower,” he announced. He knew that Spike would still be too sore to make love but he could hardly look at him without the image of his cock thrusting into his tight hole, flashing through his brain. A long cold shower.


Spike looked around the room and sighed. He was back where everything was familiar, and he liked it. He hesitated before sitting on the bed; Lindsey hadn’t told him what to do. But as he heard the water in the shower begin to run he decided to get undressed and lay on the bed. He stroked his own erection as he lay there. Somehow, being able to do that seemed strange. With his other hand, he felt along down his stomach. It still felt a little bloated. Warren had said that it would always feel like that but would stop hurting. He pressed on the slight bulge and winced. He didn’t care if it hurt. He wanted Lindsey to fuck him. He wanted to show him that he loved him properly. He experimented to find out what position hurt the least.


Lindsey wrapped the towel around his and walked back in to the bedroom to be greeted by the site of Spike on the bed on his hands and knees. His head on the bed, arms bent at the elbow, and taking his weight. But his ass was held high and pointing in Lindsey’s direction. Lindsey could see the base of the plug.


“Holy cow.”


Spike moved a little, enough for Lindsey to see that the vampire was sporting a huge erection.


“Fuck me.” He was pleased that he didn’t stutter but he had practiced the words several times whilst Lindsey was in the shower.


Those gorgeous blue eyes bored in to Lindsey’s.


“It’s too soon,” said Lindsey. “It will hurt you.” He walked to the bed and touched Spike’s erection. “I can see to this though.”


Spike’s eyes clouded. “D…do…don’t you…lo…love…S…Spike?”


“What? No, of course I love you. Don’t ever think that I don’t.”


Spike reached out and touched his ass with one hand. “Fuck m…me. W…wo…w…” Spike scowled. He couldn’t say what he wanted and tears of frustration ran down his face. “P…p…please?”


Lindsey let his hands run across Spike’s buttocks. The vampire groaned and leaned back to him. It was more than Lindsey could stand. His fingers found the plug and played with it a little before pulling it out and placing the tip of his cock at the stretched opening. “If it hurts too badly, tell me and I’ll stop.” If I can.


He had fully intended on being gentle but the way Spike was offering himself to him got him way too excited, and soon he was thrusting hard in to his lover. Spike grunted occasionally as he felt a twinge in his stomach but he rode each thrust eagerly. Lindsey angled his thrusts to hit Spike’s prostate, knowing that the sensor there could still be stimulated. Lindsey came hard at the same time that Spike shuddered and climaxed without a hand needing to touch his cock.


Both collapsed, spent and panting on the bed. Lindsey stroked Spike’s face and kissed him gently.


“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”


Spike kissed him back. “No. Good. Not hurt bad.” His eyes began to close and Lindsey wrapped his arms around him and together they fell asleep.

Tbc