To Be Claimed
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
11,905
Reviews:
62
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Binding
Review Responses:
Spyder616—Thank you. As always, I’m writing more!
E—Hee, the amount of chapters for a PWP does tend to be a lot less than … 9? Am I up to 9?! Sheesh. But yeah, it wasn’t intended to last this long, really. Spike and Xander keep coming up with things they want me to do. So it may develop a plot (horror of horrors!). *winks*
Amanda—Heh, no, that’s not where Angel comes in. You’ll have to be a bit patient. That’ll show up … soon, I think. It’s definitely before they talk to the Scooby Gang. *drools* More manips and a PLUSHY! ~WAI~
Dassani—Yeah, SpikeMuse looses attention quickly … unless it has to do with sex, which is undoubtedly why he’s being semi-helpful. I had to lock him away from XanderMuse to get this chapter done and gone or it would have devolved just as quickly as all the others. I really do want to play with the Mar’geshun bit, really!
Amejisuto—Fireworks. You have no idea. And I’m not even a Buffy-Willow basher! Course, I could kill Riley multiple times. Damn Initiative….
Kitten—Hot, hot, hot. Mmmm, glad to know that I’ve hooked a non-shipper!
Give me love! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!
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Spike watched the boy lapping at his fingers. Looked like he was enjoying one of his chocolates, the eyes drooped to slits and relaxed smile stretching around long, pale digits. It was enough to make him hard, again. Spike pulled his fingers back and watched his boy’s head loll to the left, claim mark always on display. Whelp’ld drain his energy within the week. And he had questions! Spike rolled the boy to the side and settled himself against the broad back. No way was he going to get stuck in the mess on his boy’s stomach. He happily settled his nose under his boy’s ear. The scents were strongest here.
“So, pet, tell me more.” Spike left it open. Boy’ld babble, he knew, but the never-ending voice had, somehow, become soothing. He could imagine his pet blinking his brain back into working order in the short pause. He was entirely too languid to get upset with the delay right now.
“Well, the binding magic is active for … one month, I believe.” Spike could hear the boy trying to remember. Like it had been a lesson he’d only marginally paid attention to.
“Binding magic?”
“Yes, Master.” Spike could feel a very faint purr starting up deep in his chest. Yeah, he liked that phrase. “When the binding is initiated, it’s by the Mar’geshun’s statement that he or she is looking for a master. Depending upon the type of master being searched for there are different initiation rituals. I was searching for a strong, demonic master, so I started a hunt with my pheromones.” His boy turned his head and looked into Spike’s eyes. “You were found worthy and invited to the second part of that ritual. The Hunt.” Spike growled a bit, nipping the boy’s chin.
“Course I was worthy, pet. Master Vampire, here,” he muttered.
“If you hadn’t declared dominance and fought for me, you wouldn’t even have been noticed as in the building, Spike.” Spike blinked. That was the first time he’d heard his boy say his name since this all started. He nosed the boy’s head back around and burrowed his face back into the dark hair. Warm feelings just for hearing his name. Bloody hell. “So, you accepted the Hunt. That was your acceptance of the binding. A binding can be sustained in that half-state indefinitely.” Spike swore he could hear pain in his pet’s voice. Scent never changed. “It’s completed with the sex. The Master must penetrate and leave a part of himself in the Mar’geshun. It’s why all Master’s are male. Well, a few really bizarre demonic exceptions, of course.” Xander’s laugh was soft and slightly disgusted. Spike could relate. Some species were just weird.
“So, how does the binding magic keep on for a month, pet?”
“Once the binding itself is complete, a Mar’geshun body takes the bit the Master left…”
“Just say semen, pet,” Spike mumbled into cooling skin. He toed the sheet up and curled it around them.
“Heh, yeah. So, the Mar’geshun takes that and begins to reset their body. See, when we’re born, we’re the same species as our parent’s Master. I was born human, as was my mom, but my grandfather was born Immortal. Which is, honestly, the most dangerous for a Mar’geshun to be born since real Immortal’s can sense the energy.” Spike blinked.
“The freaky day-walking, sword-wielding type that don’t die unless you separate head from body with a vengeance?”
“Yeah, them. But once the binding starts, that’s usually out the window. My mom didn’t have to change too much, going from a human father to a human Master. My body’s waiting for you to tell me what you’d like, while going from human life expectancy to vampiric non-aging. I won’t die unless you do or you tell me to.” His pet twitched like he wanted to turn again. Spike settled more solidly against him, rolling them forward a bit more.
“And if I said so?”
“If you say it, my body will do it. Unless you say to bend my knee forward or something. There are limits, Master.” Spike huffed a chuckled across his boy’s skin.
“So where are these limits, pet?”
“Well….” There was a quick, hard rapping on the front door. Xander flinched, eyes wide as he turned to Spike. Spike growled and muttered as he got up.
“Get dressed, pet.” Boy scrambled to find pants and pull out a shirt to cover the drying and flaking semen. Spike took a bit of comfort that his boy was going to be well marked and scented while in front of someone else. He simply pulled on his jeans from the day before and grabbed up his duster to dig around for a cig and lighter while wandering toward the main room. Whelp came tearing out of the bedroom just as the knocking started up. And didn’t stop until his boy yanked the door open. There was a frozen moment of silence as Spike paused behind his boy and stared at the woman standing on their threshold. Tiny little thing. Dark hair and eyes, pretty in a very frantic way. Her hair was un-brushed, her clothes wrinkled, and her scent was inundated with pain and alcohol. She looked vaguely familiar. It was his pet’s suddenly speeding heart rate that had Spike looking closer. Couldn’t be.
“Mom?”
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And I’m going to cliff-hang you there. Work schedule got screwed up (damn 4am wake-up call), and I’m exhausted. The next installment shouldn’t take near as long. Once I get some sleep, really. Oh, no ownage of any Highlander references (or other random references that may pop up). Blah, blah, blah.
Spyder616—Thank you. As always, I’m writing more!
E—Hee, the amount of chapters for a PWP does tend to be a lot less than … 9? Am I up to 9?! Sheesh. But yeah, it wasn’t intended to last this long, really. Spike and Xander keep coming up with things they want me to do. So it may develop a plot (horror of horrors!). *winks*
Amanda—Heh, no, that’s not where Angel comes in. You’ll have to be a bit patient. That’ll show up … soon, I think. It’s definitely before they talk to the Scooby Gang. *drools* More manips and a PLUSHY! ~WAI~
Dassani—Yeah, SpikeMuse looses attention quickly … unless it has to do with sex, which is undoubtedly why he’s being semi-helpful. I had to lock him away from XanderMuse to get this chapter done and gone or it would have devolved just as quickly as all the others. I really do want to play with the Mar’geshun bit, really!
Amejisuto—Fireworks. You have no idea. And I’m not even a Buffy-Willow basher! Course, I could kill Riley multiple times. Damn Initiative….
Kitten—Hot, hot, hot. Mmmm, glad to know that I’ve hooked a non-shipper!
Give me love! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!
*********
Spike watched the boy lapping at his fingers. Looked like he was enjoying one of his chocolates, the eyes drooped to slits and relaxed smile stretching around long, pale digits. It was enough to make him hard, again. Spike pulled his fingers back and watched his boy’s head loll to the left, claim mark always on display. Whelp’ld drain his energy within the week. And he had questions! Spike rolled the boy to the side and settled himself against the broad back. No way was he going to get stuck in the mess on his boy’s stomach. He happily settled his nose under his boy’s ear. The scents were strongest here.
“So, pet, tell me more.” Spike left it open. Boy’ld babble, he knew, but the never-ending voice had, somehow, become soothing. He could imagine his pet blinking his brain back into working order in the short pause. He was entirely too languid to get upset with the delay right now.
“Well, the binding magic is active for … one month, I believe.” Spike could hear the boy trying to remember. Like it had been a lesson he’d only marginally paid attention to.
“Binding magic?”
“Yes, Master.” Spike could feel a very faint purr starting up deep in his chest. Yeah, he liked that phrase. “When the binding is initiated, it’s by the Mar’geshun’s statement that he or she is looking for a master. Depending upon the type of master being searched for there are different initiation rituals. I was searching for a strong, demonic master, so I started a hunt with my pheromones.” His boy turned his head and looked into Spike’s eyes. “You were found worthy and invited to the second part of that ritual. The Hunt.” Spike growled a bit, nipping the boy’s chin.
“Course I was worthy, pet. Master Vampire, here,” he muttered.
“If you hadn’t declared dominance and fought for me, you wouldn’t even have been noticed as in the building, Spike.” Spike blinked. That was the first time he’d heard his boy say his name since this all started. He nosed the boy’s head back around and burrowed his face back into the dark hair. Warm feelings just for hearing his name. Bloody hell. “So, you accepted the Hunt. That was your acceptance of the binding. A binding can be sustained in that half-state indefinitely.” Spike swore he could hear pain in his pet’s voice. Scent never changed. “It’s completed with the sex. The Master must penetrate and leave a part of himself in the Mar’geshun. It’s why all Master’s are male. Well, a few really bizarre demonic exceptions, of course.” Xander’s laugh was soft and slightly disgusted. Spike could relate. Some species were just weird.
“So, how does the binding magic keep on for a month, pet?”
“Once the binding itself is complete, a Mar’geshun body takes the bit the Master left…”
“Just say semen, pet,” Spike mumbled into cooling skin. He toed the sheet up and curled it around them.
“Heh, yeah. So, the Mar’geshun takes that and begins to reset their body. See, when we’re born, we’re the same species as our parent’s Master. I was born human, as was my mom, but my grandfather was born Immortal. Which is, honestly, the most dangerous for a Mar’geshun to be born since real Immortal’s can sense the energy.” Spike blinked.
“The freaky day-walking, sword-wielding type that don’t die unless you separate head from body with a vengeance?”
“Yeah, them. But once the binding starts, that’s usually out the window. My mom didn’t have to change too much, going from a human father to a human Master. My body’s waiting for you to tell me what you’d like, while going from human life expectancy to vampiric non-aging. I won’t die unless you do or you tell me to.” His pet twitched like he wanted to turn again. Spike settled more solidly against him, rolling them forward a bit more.
“And if I said so?”
“If you say it, my body will do it. Unless you say to bend my knee forward or something. There are limits, Master.” Spike huffed a chuckled across his boy’s skin.
“So where are these limits, pet?”
“Well….” There was a quick, hard rapping on the front door. Xander flinched, eyes wide as he turned to Spike. Spike growled and muttered as he got up.
“Get dressed, pet.” Boy scrambled to find pants and pull out a shirt to cover the drying and flaking semen. Spike took a bit of comfort that his boy was going to be well marked and scented while in front of someone else. He simply pulled on his jeans from the day before and grabbed up his duster to dig around for a cig and lighter while wandering toward the main room. Whelp came tearing out of the bedroom just as the knocking started up. And didn’t stop until his boy yanked the door open. There was a frozen moment of silence as Spike paused behind his boy and stared at the woman standing on their threshold. Tiny little thing. Dark hair and eyes, pretty in a very frantic way. Her hair was un-brushed, her clothes wrinkled, and her scent was inundated with pain and alcohol. She looked vaguely familiar. It was his pet’s suddenly speeding heart rate that had Spike looking closer. Couldn’t be.
“Mom?”
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And I’m going to cliff-hang you there. Work schedule got screwed up (damn 4am wake-up call), and I’m exhausted. The next installment shouldn’t take near as long. Once I get some sleep, really. Oh, no ownage of any Highlander references (or other random references that may pop up). Blah, blah, blah.