Submission

Title: Submission
Author: Amejisuto
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Spoilers: End of Season Four mildly.
Warnings: Bondage, D/s, Bloodplay, and Nekkid Boi Sex
Summary: Xander offers himself to Spike.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing. ::sobs:: Not even the bois.

Author’s Notes: This was written for the lovely and talented txrabbit, otherwise know as Randy Sex Kitten. Enjoy luv! Hope I hit all of your kinks! Thanks to Kyrieane for all the help and beta work, I know it was hard for you to read; and thanks to Tabaqui for checkio seo see if it was smutty enough.


Submission


This is his last chance to prove he’s sincere. Spike is moving back out of the basement again in two days and he knows that if he doesn’t do this, doesn’t take this opportunity he’ll regret it for the rest of his life. At least his parents aren’t home, but even if they were he’d take the chance.

Even if oes oes make a fool out of himself, he’s just got to try.

The Initiative is gone, and it’s finally safe for Spike to go back to his crypt, back to his life. Okay, so he still has the chip, but he’s still the Big Bad. If anyone knows that it’s Xander.

Xander, who he’s been living with for months now. Xander, who feels like he’s been so lost for months, fuck, years now. Maybe, just maybe, Xander can finally get Spike to see him. Then he won’t abandon Xander to his life alone in the basement.

Xander looks around the room and decides the scene is set as it’s going to get in this godforsaken place. What little furniture he had was pushed against the walls and draped with drop cloths. His crappy sofa bed is pulled out and ready, pillows at the head and lube and towels by it on the table.

He doesn’t have any place to attach chains or anything like that, but still, there are silk ties on the table beside the lube. More than enough to tie him up blindfold or gag him. He’d done some creative accounting with his moneybag at his pizza delivery job to pay for them. He should feel bad but he doesn’t. He needs them too bad to let a little thing like guilt set in.

Xander quickly moves into the bathroom to get himself ready, a paper bag clutched tight in his hand. He sets it down on the sink and starts the shower. Yesterday he’d taken the time to shave himself smooth all over, knowing he wouldn’t have time tonight.

He tried not to think about what he was about to do under the shower, resisted the lure of hot running water and soaped hands running over his nipples. For this to work everything has to be perfect, that means he couldn’t jerk off in the shower. That would be cheating and Spike would know.

Getting out and toweling off, he opened the bag. Unscented baby oil came out, and in a few minutes his body gleamed ever so slightly. Nothing to cover his body’s natural scent though. Both the lube on the nightstand and the one in his bag were unscented as well. He prepares himself, making sure to use plenty of lube and not touching his prostate.

He has to prove to Spike that if the blonde accepts him he’ll be the perfect Pet, and then the vampire wouldn’t leave him, would give him what he needed so very badly.

He reaches into the bag and pulled out a butt plug, a rather large one. Wanting to make sure that he was ready when Spike came back. He coated it with more of the lube and inserts it, groaning when it brushes his sweet spot.

His cock had has started to fill and now he grabs it, stroking it to fullness and enjoying the feel of his thumb as it ran over the tip, smearing pre-come. Bringing himself to the edge, biting the inside of his cheek to help control himself as he brought out the cock and ball harness he’d bought and put it in place. Not too tight, Spike could be back anytime, and he didn’t want to do any damage to himself. Well not anything permanent.

It was almost time. Grabbing the brown bag again he walked into the living area and pulled out a yoga mat from under the bed, placing it in the middle of the room. There were only three more things in the bag, so he took them out and threw the bag away. He walked to the mat and kneeled down. Handcuffs set off to the side, collar held loosely in his grasp.

Black leather with spikes, almost stereotypically funny. Attached to the collar is a matching leather leash about two yards long and the keys to the handcuffs. Putting the collar on, letting his fingers run over the edge to make sure it’s tight enough without being too tight.

With one last look around to make sure everything is right, he picks up the handcuffs and snaps the bracelet on one hand, then moves his arms around behind his back and fumbles till the other is secured.

Naked, chained and kneeling he waits for the man he wants for a master.

Xander can’t help but think about the desperation that’s brought him here. The need to be ordered, to be told what to do. Last summer he’d seen more than just stripping at the nightclub he worked at. He’d seen how free it made someone to submit, to give up your freedom to another.

He wished he had figured that out when he dated Cordelia, it would have made things so much easier. If any high school girl was ready to be a dominatrix it was Queen C, she would have appreciated having a Pet, and he wouldn’t have gotten in trouble with Willow. It also explained why he submitted so easily to Faith.

When he came back from Oxnard he had tried to find a Master. First there was Anya. You’d figure someone over 1100 years old knew about S&M, but she was too busy trying to be human. She finally left; frustrated that he couldn’t give her the orgasms she wa wit without her having to inflict some pain or humiliation.

Buffy would be a good Mistress, she liked to order the Scoobies around. But there was Parker and then Riley and once again Xander never stood a chance. He even tried submitting to Giles, tried to push the man into Ripper-mode in hopes of punishment. All he ever got was Giles super-speedy glaspolipolishing.

Then there was Spike. Spike was the one he really wanted, had fantasies about ever since The Gentlemen had come and they had their nummy treat argument. He realized he baited the vampire to get a reaction the other couldn’t give, thanks to the U.S. Government’s little toy. Spike couldn’t hurt him, couldn’t make the bruises and marks he longed for, couldn’t sink his fangs into his neck and drink.

At least that was what he thought, until the other night.

They’d been paired on patrol, Xander being the only one that wasn’t mad at the vampire after his betrayal of the Scoobies to ADAM. He hadn’t been surprised, and didn’t really blame the blonde. If it was him he figured he’d want it out too. A Ruthsack demon had attacked and Spike had grabbed his arm to pull him away, saving his life.

He found out two things, Spike liked him at least enough not to let him get killed, and Spike left finger shaped bruises on his arm.

He’d spent the entire night looking at those bruises and trying not to get so excited that Spike could smell it on him. He figured it meant one of two things. Either Spike could hurt him since he liked the pain, or Spike’s chip was out. Either way Xander felt hope for the first time in months. He was at the end of his rope, he didn’t care what was going on with Spike as long as he took him, made him his Pet.

As long as Xander could belong to him.

He waited for over an hour. Sweat joined the baby oil covering his skin and his muscles trembled from the strain of staying in one position for so long. He didn’t move though, didn’t dare shift even for a moment to ease the tension.

Good Pets stayed still for their Master. Good Pets were quiet. Good Pets did as they were told. Xander so wanted to be found a Good Pet by Spike.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity in the darkened basement, he heard the door open and the familiar sounds of Spike’s Doc Martins coming down the stairs. He heard the blonde stop suddenly and knew what he was seeing, what he was scenting. Xander, hard and naked, kneeling at his feet.

“What the fuck are you doing Harris?”

The question is not an order so Xander stays silent. He listens as Spike circles him, but is careful to keep his eyes lowered.

“I asked you a question boy. What the hell do you think you are doing?”

“Offering myself to my er.”er.” Please want him, please take him, please don’t leave him alone.

“What makes you think I’d want you droopy?”

Xander feet the prick of tears at his eyes and had no good answer.

“I don’t know, I just know I am yours.”

Silence fell again. All of a sudden Spike grabs the leash to force his head up. Xander is careful to obey without raising his eyes.

“Do you have any idea what kind of game you are playing at boy?”

“Yes Master.”

”And yet you still want to play?”

“No Master, not play. If you want me I am yours. Always.”

The leash is dropped and he is thrown roughly away, struggling to maintain his balance without the use of his hands. He’s able to get his balance finally, and remains on his knees.

Again Spike grabs his leash and brings his head up.

“Look at me boy.”

Xander followed the order and raised his eyes, hoping he’ll see some sign that he’s been accepted. But Spike’s eyes are guarded, even if they are rimmed with gold edgeere ere his demon is showing.

“Tell me you know what this means. Explain yourself boy.”

He took a deep breath, partially to get the words out of a chest that’s suddenly become too tight and partially because it sounds like Spike may want this, want him.

“Vampires keep human pets. To fuck, to feed, to dominate. Once you mark me with your bite I will be yours to command. I will have no say as to what I do or where I go. Your will is my will. If I please you, you may choose to turn me. Or you may just use me for warmth and food. I will be yours, body, mind and soul.”

“And you want this? From me or from anyone? Tell me the truth boy.”

Xander swallowed the knot that’s suddenly formed in his throat.

“I…I want this Spike. I want you. I’ve dreamed of you, holding me down and…doing things. Whatever you wanted. Dreamed of you biting me, drinking me down. I admire how strong you are, how you never give up despite what life and the fucking Hellmouth throws at you. You can hurt me, you did the other night. I don’t know how far but that had been the only thing holding me back from this. I thought you wouldn’t be able to use me. I’d like to keep part of my, my personality, but I am willing to give that to you if you wish. Anything Master, anything to belong.”

He forced himself not to lean into the cool caress. He could feel Spike’s eyes on him and he tried not to react. The vampire released him, and he went back into his kneeling position with his head down. It’s now or never and if he’s rejected he doesn’t want to see it.

It’s all he could do not to react when he hears the sound of fabric being removed, and a zipper being lowered.

Suddenly Spike, his Master is there, naked in the darkness and almost glowing. His dick is long and thick and rubbing pre-come against his stomach. His Master moves to stand right in front of him and if he were to look forward he’d see the pale cock just below eyelevel.

“Suck me and if you please me I may let you be my Pet.”

The words are barely out of Spike’s mouth before Xander leaned forward to first lick his new treat, then open his mouth and suck. Using his tongue, running along the vein along the underside, then pulling back. Swirling around the tip, playing with the slit at the head, before trying to swallow Spike’s cock to the root.

He almost lost his balance, and then cold hands grip his shoulders, helping to hold him still. He can hear moans and groans of encouragement coming from the man above him. After a while Spike stopped his movement, holding his shoulder still.

“Good boy, you’re a good Pet. Now hold still, I’m going to fuck you, and I want you to swallow as much as you can when I come.”

Spike’s hands moved till they were gripping the back of Xander’s head and he obligingly opened his mouth as wide as it would go. In and out, he managed to stroke his Master’s cock with his tongue as it was thrust in and out of his mouth. Spike finally shoved it all the way in and held him steady, forcing him to learn how to breathe through his nose.

“Swallow Pet. Swallow it good.”

Xander could feel his eyes roll back in his head at the sound of Spike’s voice. Deep and harsh the sound of it vibrated straight to his cock. He complied with the order, swallowing as best he could and feeling his throat muscles constrict around the head of Spike’s dick.

A low but steady growl was coming from Spike and then all of a sudden his hips thrust forward causing Xander to choke as his throat and mouth was filled with come. He swallowed as best he could, but some leaked out leaving him to try to lick it up with his tongue once Spike had pulled out.

He could feel ice blue eyes trained on him as he swayed, tired of kneeling and aroused to the point of pain. Nothing was said but suddenly he could hear the sound of flesh against flesh as Spike touched his cock, jerking himself to fullness and working towards orgasm.

“Stay still Pet.”

He felt more than heard Spike’s orgasm as his Master’s seed was shot all over his front. Cool fingers were next as Spike rubbed in his spunk and something in the back of Xander’s head knew that this man was marking him as territory. The vampire unhooked the leash and the keys to the handcuffs and released him, rubbing his wrists to bring back the circulation. .

“Stand.”

He obeyed, glad that Spike took pity on him andped ped him up since there were parts of his legs that weren’t in the same time zone as he was. Spike used his feet and hands to position him as he wanted, feet wide apart, head down, hands behind his back. Spike’s hands were running all over his body, tracing the lines of his muscles. It wasn’t a lover’s caress; it was the touch of an owner inspecting his property.

Fingers traced over the butt plug at his entrance and then it was being pushed inside of him. He had to fight against coming at the sensation of something brushing against his prostate.

“Get on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Now.”

He obeyed, kneeling on the bed with his ass up in the air. He could feel Spike follow as he continued looking Xander over and he hoped that his master liked what he saw. The inspection continued, but this time the butt plug was removed and Spike used his own fingers to rub inside of Xander. Hard, quick thrusts and Xander bit through his lip trying to control himself.

Suddenly Spike spun him around and threw him on his back as the vampire leaned forward to lick the blood from where his teeth had tore through the skin. Then he found himself being kissed within an inch of his life, not the kind of kiss that’s soft. No this kiss had teeth and a sharp tongue that took what it wanted, reaching into Xander’s mouth and searching for everything he was.

Spike pulled away and grabbed his arms, pulling them above his head and pressing them into the mattress. He used his legs to force Xander’s to open wide till he was spread-eagled and he settled in between them.

“You stay like this, don’t move you understand me? If you move this all stops. You can however, speak as much as you want. I want to hear you scream boy.”

Xander gasped at that and Spike moved down, stopping to lick at the pulse point on his neck before continuing down. A cool tongue circled his left nipped as fingers teased the right.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain and his fought to keep his hips from thrusting up. Looking down he could see Spike, see the demonic face with blood on his fangs and knew, knew that he’d been bitten and that it was only the first time.

Xander felt like he was dying and being born all at once, almost floating on the sensations coming from the cold hands and mouth. Spike continued to move, to taste, all around his body, with no pattern, just random licks and kisses and a few bites. He now had puncture marks over both nipples, and on the inside of his thigh and even to his human senses he could smell the coppery tang of blood.

“God…please Spike, please touch me. See me. Make me yours. Please…” His broken pleas and moans seemed to echo in the room as he asked for his Master’s touch. He didn’t beg to come, not yet. If this was going to be a one-time thing he didn’t want it to end.

“Fuck me…please! Master! Fuck me hard, claim me! Anything! Master!” The last was said in a scream as Spike raised his rear and licked at his opening and then bit lightly at the skin in-between his entrance and balls. If it had not had been for the harness he would have come.

Spike crawled up his body and kissed him again roughly before letting him go.

“Told you I would make you scream Pet. Now hold on.”

With that statement Spike picked up his legs and draped them over his shoulders and grabbed a hold of his hips. With a single trust Spike entered him and Xander howled, his throat hurting from the force of his scream. He couldn’t find any purchase without moving his arms and that was against Spike’s orders, so he consigned himself to being pushed up the mattress with the strength of Spike’s movement.

Golden eyes glowed above him as Spike didn’t pause, didn’t even wait for him to adjust he just plunged in and took what he wanted. Xander went beyond words at the feeling of Spike’s cock splitting him open and filling him to the limit. His world spiraled down to just the feel of his Master moving in and out relentlessly.

Spike sped up and Xander tightened his inner muscles so that he was gripping Spike’s cock even tighter and his Master growled, the vibration echoing down Xander’s spine. Fingers held on to his hips so tight he knew he’d have bruises for days and it was the most delicious pain he’d ever felt.

After what felt like ages Spike moved, freeing Xander’s cock from its restraints and started pulling at his dick. The pain/pleasure of the feeling of his member being pulled after being hard for so long caused him to wail low in his throat. He’d been reduced to his most basic elements, broken apart and now Spike was remolding him.

”You come after I do Pet, not before. Understand?”

Xander tried to nod or do something to show he would obey and Spike must have sensed it. The vampire leaned forward, never stopping his pace and licked once more at his neck. The collar was shoved up to give him room.

Sharp fangs and the feeling of being penetrated again made his heart jump in ecstasy as he felt his Master drawing out his blood through the mark. He felt dizzy and flush, almost as if he had an electric current running through him and he knew at this very moment he’d never be able to live without this, without Spike.

Spike’s thrust sped up even more and he pulled away from Xander’s neck, roaring his completion. With one final jerk Xander followed; his hot come splattering over both their stomachs and chests. The muscles in his thighs and groin ached with the force of his orgasm as he collapsed into the bed panting as best he could with Spike lying on his chest.

Silence filled the basement with the exception of Xander’s heart and lungs and Xander felt like he was flying still. After a few moments he came back to earth as Spike sat up and ran his hands over Xander’s torso and neck, touching his marks.

Xander knew he shouldn’t talk but he just had to ask, had to know.

“Yours?”

Spike looked at him, looked into his eyes and if Xander hadn’t fallen before he sure as hell did now. The vampire looked so intent and serious but at the same time content.

“Yeah Pet. Mine.”

Xander couldn’t help it, grinned till he thought his muscles in his face would protest and glanced at his arms, asking silently if he could move.

“Yeah Pet, stretch out for a nap eh? We’ll figure everything else out later.”

“Yes Master.”

“Fuck Xander if you keep saying that neither one us is going to sleep.”

“Yes Master.”

“Insolent Pet. Need a spanking do you? Now stop it. Go to sleep.”

Xander couldn’t help but laugh at the tone of Spike’s voice, playfully growling at him. He had a feeling a spanking from Spike would be fun as long as it wasn’t punishment. He’d just have to be good and not make any mistakes. He snuggled down into the vampire’s embrace, glad for the fact that Spike seemed to love touching as much as he craved to be touched.

He waited till Spike was still, hoping he was asleep. It was hard to tell without breath or a heartbeat. After a few moments he felt safe enough to ghost his lips against his Master’s, just a light touch so he wouldn’t get in trouble.

“I love you Spike.”

With that he let himself drift to sleep, feeling safe for the first time in months. He had a place, somewhere he belonged. Just as he fell into unconsciousness he could have sworn he heard his Master’s voice.

“Love you too Pet. Love you too.”