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Chapter 8/50 - Heart Beat
Pairings: Spander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... R
Warnings: Slavery, nudity, lotta the same from the previous chapter. Anal play, plugs, humiliation, non-con (Set between seasons 2-3)
Short Summary: Spike soothes his beast
Beta: Tamakin
A.N. This is in response to the prompt table given to me by hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
A.N.2 Apparently, I was channeling some major freaky energy when I wrote this, but I REALLY like how it turned out. Let me know what y'all think!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her, pretty please? She's been rather quiet lately.
I'm not going to mention what category, since they're trying to keep things as annony as possible, but YAYS! Puppy Love gots nommed at the Big Bad Awards!
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He curled up on the soft mattress, pulling the plush blanket tighter around his cool body, lamenting the fact that Dru had taken the electric blanket to her own room the night before. He hated sleeping without his dark princess cradled in his arms, but he hated sleeping alone and cold even more. He couldn’t wait until his new pet was broken in enough to use as a nightly bed warmer, he was very much looking forward to that. He also couldn’t wait for this spell to be over and Dru to return to him. He sighed softly, and reached up, pulling Dru’s pillow to his chest, wrapping his legs about it as he buried his nose into her clinging scent.
He drew a deep lungful of her plum and musk scent over his pallet, tasting her essence with ardent hedonistic hunger. He wanted her here, in his arms, thrashing beneath him as the whelp listened on. He wanted to ravage her and hear her fractured screams as her twisted pleasure breached her again and again. He ached to hold her, treasure her, cradle her and whisper the sweet words of worship she sometimes permitted him when she was in her fits. She was gone most days, at night he was lucky if he heard her tinkling laughter strike at him from a shadowed alley, quickly eclipsed by her fevered feedings.
He knew she liked to play with her food when she was possessed by these slivered realities. She was broken down to her most basic parts, reacting purely to need and harshly ingrained instincts. She would find herself a tasty morsel and draw it to the shadows with seduction as her bait and a slight thrall as her inescapable hook. The prey would come to her willingly, blinded by lust and entranced by the promised whispers cast on breezes. She was a deadly seductress when the fits took her.
They rarely suffered, but Spike didn’t care. He knew it wasn’t his dark princess’s fault, she hardly drew the visions in or wanted them when they arrived, so he didn’t hold it against her. Besides, they were always dead at the end, drained and discarded of discreetly, never to come back and worm their way between them. They were passing dalliances that he could tolerate, just to be with her. He accepted them because the only alternative was to loose her, he’d learned that very early on.
He tried to console himself with the thought that, even in her delirious state, she was thinking of him. She’d sent him to his puppy just as he was starting to despair about never being held in her arms again. She knew he was lonely, in need of a project, and she’d hardly admit jealousy when she was the one that had set them upon each other. Besides, she knew he’d share as soon as she asked, he’d hardly say no over such a paltry thing as using his new pet. He’d draw the line at any serious changes to the boy’s appearance though; he was so very pretty as he was.
He tossed over to his other side, biting back hard on a growl of frustration that just wanted to erupt when suddenly a new scent tugged at him. He lifted his head from his reclusive world and peered down at the blanket covered cage. A heady burst of pheromones fizzed in his blood like pop rocks chased with soda. It fizzled and itched and burned oh so sweetly. He smirked to himself, Pup found his prostate did he?
The scent grew and grew suffusing the room with such potent and innocent arousal, Spike shivered in response. He breathed in deeply, rubbing himself gently against his Dru scented pillow and shivered again, yearning to take what he so badly wanted.
He’d missed it at first, and now he couldn’t believe he’d overlooked it so easily. This low sweet thudding echoed gently in the room. He could hear it as it sped up with arousal, the soft whisper of blood pushing through veins caressed him like a well trained lover. It knew just how to attract him, how to keep him involved and interested and aware… Oh this was divine, this sweet whisper, the soft beat, tempo increasing into panic frenzied pace, oh it was delightful.
A delicacy he was rarely treated with, and never before had he indulged alone. Always Drusilla had been by his side… or underneath or on top or… well… never you mind; some things are meant to be private. Alone, it was maddening to him, especially now that he had to reign in his carnal hunger in favour of long term contentment. He didn’t want to wait, he wanted to slide into that tight heat and feel it grip and shudder and twitch around him.
He wondered if this was part of some plan of Drusilla’s, leaving his bed tonight so the human would be firmly bound to him and only him on the morrow. If his precious plum had been there tonight, he wouldn’t have cared about the spell, or his hunger to have the boy firmly under his thumb. He’d be beside himself with lust, just as he was now, but he would never have taken her pleading and begging no seriously; it was one of her favourite games after all. She would have been mounted and ravaged as the prat listened on, twitching in his bindings as she screamed and begged.
The next day the binding would have picked up both their essences. That must be why she left him, so the puppy would be his and his alone… Though why his love wanted such a thing confused him. It confused and puzzled him, really. Why would she not want to share, why would she not want to be his partner in this?
Could it be because she didn’t trust herself around him? That made sense. If one of those spells took her over who knew what she’d command and demand of the boy, and his failure would only anger and enrage the demon until it properly chastised him. Unfortunately that would make the boy dead just like every single other one of Dru’s pets and that was hardly a well thought out place for him to be. Dead was not warm, dead was not fragrant like chocolate and sunshine, dead was not pulsing and hot and enticing.
Ah, it called to him now, drew him to the human’s side, but he daren’t move. He’d neglected the ear plugs, the whelp could hear everything, and he couldn’t know. He should never ever know. If he knew the power he held over his new master, ah… that would never do. He had to fight the siren song, master the beast within and the urges it demanded he follow through on.
There was a reason he’d finally gotten the title of Master Vampire, even without his Sire’s proclamation to the conclave that met once every half century. He’d shown his control over his demon’s hell bent cries. He had been tested, directly and indirectly by his fellow vampires, and had shown time and again that he could overcome the beast’s instinctive urges regardless of what they threw his way.
He’d proved himself smarter, faster, far more deadly and far more merciless than the one’s sent after him. He’d earned their respect by taming his demon and forcing it to submit to his control. He had proved his strength and determination when he’d killed the Slayer in China and the second one was a coup de gras. Not only did he add a second Slayer to his record but he also dispatched her in such a way that was contrary to his very nature. A broken neck and not one drop spilled or tasted showed more self control and inner power than any of the so-called Master Vampires who had been properly presented to the court. He’d earned his title the hard way, and thus earned respect that being handed the title never could have achieved.
And then Peaches just had to go and ruin everything by teaming up with that damned Slayer bitch. He brought them all down, ruined almost everything he’d fought so hard to get and all of it for a wisp of a girl that ended up sending him to hell for his troubles. Now look at them; his Princess mumbling about sunshine burning her and how it wasn’t fair he got another chance and then cackling about the dancing reindeer and how it prances when it dances. He was holed up in the middle of nowhere with no one around for miles… He’d die of boredom before the month was out if he didn’t have something to do.
And now he did. This was such a good choice his princess had made, bringing a warm and tasty treat into their exile. It would take some time before this stain on their honour was washed away. He’d have to come out from hiding in a little while to reclaim his integrity, and prove that his debilitating injury was fully healed, but until then he had his nummy little puppy all ready to be trained and taken care of.
He fell asleep listening to that sweet heartbeat. The soft, fluttering, thudding heartbeat that fuelled and drove the sweet, soft human at his feet. He’d listen to it through every emotion, every reaction, until he knew his boys song by heart. He smirked ruefully at the pun, blissful oblivion finally taking him over in a numbing caress.
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... R
Warnings: Slavery, nudity, lotta the same from the previous chapter. Anal play, plugs, humiliation, non-con (Set between seasons 2-3)
Short Summary: Spike soothes his beast
Beta: Tamakin
A.N. This is in response to the prompt table given to me by hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
A.N.2 Apparently, I was channeling some major freaky energy when I wrote this, but I REALLY like how it turned out. Let me know what y'all think!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her, pretty please? She's been rather quiet lately.
I'm not going to mention what category, since they're trying to keep things as annony as possible, but YAYS! Puppy Love gots nommed at the Big Bad Awards!
He curled up on the soft mattress, pulling the plush blanket tighter around his cool body, lamenting the fact that Dru had taken the electric blanket to her own room the night before. He hated sleeping without his dark princess cradled in his arms, but he hated sleeping alone and cold even more. He couldn’t wait until his new pet was broken in enough to use as a nightly bed warmer, he was very much looking forward to that. He also couldn’t wait for this spell to be over and Dru to return to him. He sighed softly, and reached up, pulling Dru’s pillow to his chest, wrapping his legs about it as he buried his nose into her clinging scent.
He drew a deep lungful of her plum and musk scent over his pallet, tasting her essence with ardent hedonistic hunger. He wanted her here, in his arms, thrashing beneath him as the whelp listened on. He wanted to ravage her and hear her fractured screams as her twisted pleasure breached her again and again. He ached to hold her, treasure her, cradle her and whisper the sweet words of worship she sometimes permitted him when she was in her fits. She was gone most days, at night he was lucky if he heard her tinkling laughter strike at him from a shadowed alley, quickly eclipsed by her fevered feedings.
He knew she liked to play with her food when she was possessed by these slivered realities. She was broken down to her most basic parts, reacting purely to need and harshly ingrained instincts. She would find herself a tasty morsel and draw it to the shadows with seduction as her bait and a slight thrall as her inescapable hook. The prey would come to her willingly, blinded by lust and entranced by the promised whispers cast on breezes. She was a deadly seductress when the fits took her.
They rarely suffered, but Spike didn’t care. He knew it wasn’t his dark princess’s fault, she hardly drew the visions in or wanted them when they arrived, so he didn’t hold it against her. Besides, they were always dead at the end, drained and discarded of discreetly, never to come back and worm their way between them. They were passing dalliances that he could tolerate, just to be with her. He accepted them because the only alternative was to loose her, he’d learned that very early on.
He tried to console himself with the thought that, even in her delirious state, she was thinking of him. She’d sent him to his puppy just as he was starting to despair about never being held in her arms again. She knew he was lonely, in need of a project, and she’d hardly admit jealousy when she was the one that had set them upon each other. Besides, she knew he’d share as soon as she asked, he’d hardly say no over such a paltry thing as using his new pet. He’d draw the line at any serious changes to the boy’s appearance though; he was so very pretty as he was.
He tossed over to his other side, biting back hard on a growl of frustration that just wanted to erupt when suddenly a new scent tugged at him. He lifted his head from his reclusive world and peered down at the blanket covered cage. A heady burst of pheromones fizzed in his blood like pop rocks chased with soda. It fizzled and itched and burned oh so sweetly. He smirked to himself, Pup found his prostate did he?
The scent grew and grew suffusing the room with such potent and innocent arousal, Spike shivered in response. He breathed in deeply, rubbing himself gently against his Dru scented pillow and shivered again, yearning to take what he so badly wanted.
He’d missed it at first, and now he couldn’t believe he’d overlooked it so easily. This low sweet thudding echoed gently in the room. He could hear it as it sped up with arousal, the soft whisper of blood pushing through veins caressed him like a well trained lover. It knew just how to attract him, how to keep him involved and interested and aware… Oh this was divine, this sweet whisper, the soft beat, tempo increasing into panic frenzied pace, oh it was delightful.
A delicacy he was rarely treated with, and never before had he indulged alone. Always Drusilla had been by his side… or underneath or on top or… well… never you mind; some things are meant to be private. Alone, it was maddening to him, especially now that he had to reign in his carnal hunger in favour of long term contentment. He didn’t want to wait, he wanted to slide into that tight heat and feel it grip and shudder and twitch around him.
He wondered if this was part of some plan of Drusilla’s, leaving his bed tonight so the human would be firmly bound to him and only him on the morrow. If his precious plum had been there tonight, he wouldn’t have cared about the spell, or his hunger to have the boy firmly under his thumb. He’d be beside himself with lust, just as he was now, but he would never have taken her pleading and begging no seriously; it was one of her favourite games after all. She would have been mounted and ravaged as the prat listened on, twitching in his bindings as she screamed and begged.
The next day the binding would have picked up both their essences. That must be why she left him, so the puppy would be his and his alone… Though why his love wanted such a thing confused him. It confused and puzzled him, really. Why would she not want to share, why would she not want to be his partner in this?
Could it be because she didn’t trust herself around him? That made sense. If one of those spells took her over who knew what she’d command and demand of the boy, and his failure would only anger and enrage the demon until it properly chastised him. Unfortunately that would make the boy dead just like every single other one of Dru’s pets and that was hardly a well thought out place for him to be. Dead was not warm, dead was not fragrant like chocolate and sunshine, dead was not pulsing and hot and enticing.
Ah, it called to him now, drew him to the human’s side, but he daren’t move. He’d neglected the ear plugs, the whelp could hear everything, and he couldn’t know. He should never ever know. If he knew the power he held over his new master, ah… that would never do. He had to fight the siren song, master the beast within and the urges it demanded he follow through on.
There was a reason he’d finally gotten the title of Master Vampire, even without his Sire’s proclamation to the conclave that met once every half century. He’d shown his control over his demon’s hell bent cries. He had been tested, directly and indirectly by his fellow vampires, and had shown time and again that he could overcome the beast’s instinctive urges regardless of what they threw his way.
He’d proved himself smarter, faster, far more deadly and far more merciless than the one’s sent after him. He’d earned their respect by taming his demon and forcing it to submit to his control. He had proved his strength and determination when he’d killed the Slayer in China and the second one was a coup de gras. Not only did he add a second Slayer to his record but he also dispatched her in such a way that was contrary to his very nature. A broken neck and not one drop spilled or tasted showed more self control and inner power than any of the so-called Master Vampires who had been properly presented to the court. He’d earned his title the hard way, and thus earned respect that being handed the title never could have achieved.
And then Peaches just had to go and ruin everything by teaming up with that damned Slayer bitch. He brought them all down, ruined almost everything he’d fought so hard to get and all of it for a wisp of a girl that ended up sending him to hell for his troubles. Now look at them; his Princess mumbling about sunshine burning her and how it wasn’t fair he got another chance and then cackling about the dancing reindeer and how it prances when it dances. He was holed up in the middle of nowhere with no one around for miles… He’d die of boredom before the month was out if he didn’t have something to do.
And now he did. This was such a good choice his princess had made, bringing a warm and tasty treat into their exile. It would take some time before this stain on their honour was washed away. He’d have to come out from hiding in a little while to reclaim his integrity, and prove that his debilitating injury was fully healed, but until then he had his nummy little puppy all ready to be trained and taken care of.
He fell asleep listening to that sweet heartbeat. The soft, fluttering, thudding heartbeat that fuelled and drove the sweet, soft human at his feet. He’d listen to it through every emotion, every reaction, until he knew his boys song by heart. He smirked ruefully at the pun, blissful oblivion finally taking him over in a numbing caress.