A Day in the Life of a Pet
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Adult ++
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6,473
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A Day in the Life of a Pet
Title: A Day in the Lof aof a Pet
Author: Amejisuto
Rating: NC417
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Minor Scooby bashing, graphic m/m sex.
Summary: A look at a day as Spike’s Pet.
Email: amejisuto_kagetsu@yahoo.com
Distribute: Blood Claim, Excessent, Fire and Ice, Buffy Looses the Boys to the Boys, SXandV, StepawayfrommyXander, And The Batpack
Archives: http://www.livejournal.com/users/amejisuto/
http://www.livejournal.com/community/bloodclaim/
http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=17790
http://nummytreats.forsaken-faith.org/archive/viewuser.php?uid=106
Disclaimer: I don’t own the bois or anything else really. I’m just borrowing them to play with.
Author’s Notes: This is a follow up to my fic Submission and is a belated birthday gift for the talented Misspandypants on Live Journal. She’s writing the most wonderful, schmoopy, funny, sad Spander fic called Teascapes and if you haven’t read it you probably should! http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=misspandypants&keyword=Tepes&pes&filter=all
A Day in the Life of a Pet
Xander woke to the feeling of his butt plug being removed and cool fingers making sure he was still slick. He smiled to himself and rolled onto his belly and spread his legs to give his Master full access to his back. The he was being breached, filled with his Master’s cock until he was fully sheathed.
“Good afternoon Pet.”
“Mmmm, good afternoon Master.” He always let all the happiness and contentment he was feeling show in his voice, he wanted Spike to know just how blissful he was. He braced himself on the bed as his Master thrust in and out of his body, hitting his prostate every time causing lights to go off in his head.
He knew he wouldn’t be allowed to come; he never was when they first woke up. Over the past six months he’d learned how to control his orgasm; learned how delayed pleasure could send him flying. Still it made him feel so good that Spike was using him for pleasure, that the vampire wanted him.
His Master sped up and Xander clutched at the sheets, focusing on keeping control. He could feel from the pace that Spike was close to the edge so he twisted his head and bared his throat. He heard his Master growl and felt the dual sensation of Spike biting him, slowly drawing the blood from his veins at the same time he reached completion.
He loved the feeling of having both Spike’s cock and his fangs buried deep in him, making him feel special, owned.
Spike pulled out of him and he rolled onto his back, snuggling into his Master’s arms. This was how most mornings started. Well afternoons really. He’s moved on to vampire time long ago, sleeping during the day and being awake most nights. In a few moment they’d get up, shower together and after some more fooling around they’d have breakfast.
After that they’d get dressed and go hunting. Soho, Greenwich, Central Park. There were plenty of places to hunt in New York and plenty of things for a vampire and his pet to do. They’d lived in the city for six months, ever since fleeing the Hellmouth and an ultra-pissed slayer.
She was not happy with the idea of him and Spike being a couple, and that was without the whole Pet thing, if she knew ADAM had taken out the chip well it would be a choice between a dusted Master or a dead Slayer. As it was the biggest punishment he’d been given so far was for protecting Spike from Buffy.
Not because he’d stood up to his best friend for his Master but because he’s put himself in danger. Spike had been livid at the thought of loosing his Pet, so much so he’d had to withstand one hundred strokes with a paddle and couldn’t sit for days.
But while it hurt, in a way Xander had loved that, loved the fact that his Master didn’t want him hurt, was afraid of loosing him. His own parents had never given a damn about him, and while Giles had filled that va lia little the discipline of his Master made him feel cherished. He knew his place; he was the beloved Pet of William the Bloody.
He’d even been given a present for their six month anniversary, Spike had dressed him in leathers and chains and taken him to see a midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Not only was it fun as hell, but no one had looked twice at him, even though he was on a leash. Spike had laughed at his amazement and said that most of the crowd was more open-minded than the regular mundane type humans.
And sitting with his collar out in full view to god and everybody had made Xander so hard he’d about jumped his Master. As it was he’d managed to suck off his Master during the ‘Time Warp’ when everyone else was paying attention to the dancing.
He was his Master’s willing Pet and loved every second of it.
****
“Pet?”
Xander looked up from where he was sitting at his Master’s feet in the living room. It was Sunday evening and one of his favorite times. Of thf the things he’d learned about Spike even before becoming his Pet was that the vampire loved to read the newspapers from the major cities. Sundays were spent sharing the paper and Xander would read every comic he could get his hands on. The rest, with the exception of Dear Abby, he left to Spike.
“Yes Master?”
“There’s another ad in this week’s paper. Do you want to answer it?”
Xander sighed and leaned closer to his Master, silently begging for reassurance. “I…no. They wouldn’t understand Master, and I don’t want you dust. No. It’s better if they just think you killed me or something.”
Suddenly he was pulled into his Master’s lap, the paper throw to the side and he was cuddle and petted. They had tried to tell the Scoobies they were together, not the Dom/slave part but just the couple part. Just because he was Spike’s Pet didn’t mean they weren’t a couple, they’d talked for days after the first time they were together to set the boundaries of the relationship.
Giles yelled at both of them, Willow started crying, Riley looked like he was something that crawled out of the sewer. Not that he cared what the former solider felt about him, the man had his nose so far up Buffy’s ass he might as well be a sub. At least Xander was proud of what he was and didn’t lie to himself.
Buffy hadn’t said a word, letting Mr. Pointy do the talking for her. They had left the Hellmouth that very night.
“You know Pet it’s just Red trying to find you, the others probably don’t know she’s even doing it.”
“I know, but Willow can’t keep a secret, and I don’t want you lose you. Maybe, maybe one day I’ll send her a postcard or something, from another town, just to let her know I’m alright.”
“Your choice with this one Pet, I know how much you miss her.”
Xander looked up from where his head was resting on his Master’s chest into concerned blue eyes. “Thank you Master.”
****
“Please! Master I need to come!”
“No Pet, you need to let me have some fun. Relax, you know you’re enjoying it.” His Master’s voice purred in his ear as Xander gasped and begged.
He was lying on the bed, his hands and legs tied to the bedposts with silk cords. A blindfold covered his eyes so he couldn’t see what his Master was going to do next and the vibrator within him was constantly stimulating him, making him pant and beg.
He couldn’t deny what his Master said; he loved every second of it.
s was was his reward, but he had a feeling that Spike was having just as much fun tormenting him as he was being tormented. He’d had ice cubes rubbed over his body only to be followed by drips of hot wax over his cold nipples, making him scream.
Then his Master had moved on to the feather. Running it along his sides, in all his ticklish places as well as all his sensitive ones. Armpits, feet, behind his balls, his mark on his neck. He had shuddered at the feeling and twisted in his bindings.
Now Spike had moved on to warmed oil, long fingers caressing muscles and tendons until he’s melted into the bed, too turned on to do much but beg and push his hips into the air hoping for relief. But even if he could get any friction he’s too well restrained, the leather bindings cover his balls and cock almost completely. He won’t be able to come until his Master releases him.
The vibrator is gone all of a sudden and he can feel his muscles moving, wanting to be filled again. Long fingers enter him once, twice, three times just to make sure he’s ready and to touce spe spot that causes fireworks in his brain and suddenly he’s being stretched ad filled. His Master’s cool cock chasing away the emptiness and making him whole.
“Hold on Pet, just a little more and you can fly.”
The blindfold is gone now too and if Xander could talk he’d be begging for more, more touch, more words, more anything. But he’s beyond words, beyond sight; his eyes have rolled to the back of his head with the pain/pleasure/full/tense feel of it. He can’t even brace himself to meet the harsh thrusts of his Master, all he can do is gasp and pant as his heart looses a beat here and there from the intensity of it.
And all the while is his Master’s cock, cold and long and thick, working in and out while Spike’s hips piston. Fingers bruise his hips as his Masters roars out his orgasm but it’s not done yet. Even though his Master came he didn’t loose a bit of stiffness and the come inside of him makes it all the easier for Spike to hit that spot inside of him over and over.
All he can do is feel, feel his Master owning him as his length moves and he can feel the short hairs at the base of Spike’s cock on the back of his ass. Feel where fingers leave claw marks now and the thickness of blood running from them until Spike swoops it up with his fingers so he can lick up his treat without stopping his movement.
He can feel his cock being untied and whimpers. His Master is holding him at the base keeping him from coming at the feel of air and freedom and blood rushing. Then Spike leans forward and his length is trapped and stimulated between their bodies. Despite everything he knew it was about time and bared his neck to his Master, his god.
“Come when you want Pet.” The words are almost whispered into his ear before fangs piece the flesh on his neck and he can feel the suction of his lover feeding from him. The fingers around the base of his cock is gone and he feels a shuddering spasm before coming, a scream wrenched from his throat as the fireworks overwhelm his brain and he’s flying in the darkness.
****
When he finally comes to, he’s leaning against his Master in a hot bath tub, the water soothing away aches even before he was aware of anything but the feeling of satisfied floating. His hair had been washed and Spike was running a sponge over his soaped up arms and chest. His skin was still sensitive and he could feel his nipples react to the touch even if his cock didn’t.
“You okay Pet?” The concerned tone behind the words causes his heart to twist in happiness just slightly as he mumbles a yes into his Master’s neck. Flicks his tongue to taste the drops from the bath running down the milk-white throat.
Suddenly strong arms pull him close as Spike hugs him from behind. His Master leans forward and licks at his mark on his neck and the arms squeezes even tighter.
“Gonna find a way Xander. Gonna find a way to keep you like this, forever warm, forever young. You’re mine Xander, never gonna let you go not even to Death herself.”
“You…you don’t want to turn me?” His voice cracks but he’s not sure if it’s from emotion or from screaming himself horse. Xander isn’t sure what to think, he didn’t really want to be turned, but he wanted his Master to want him forever.
“You’re not hearing me Xgonngonna find a way to keep you like this forever. Don’t know how but I’ll do it.”
Brown eyes look into blue and sees that it’s the truth. Plus Spike was calling him by his name, which meant it he wasn’t just Master then, just as Xander was more than just Pet.
“We’ll find a way Spike. I don’t want to leave you.” They kiss slowly, a promise to eacher ter to never let go.
Later, tucked in bed by his Master and pulled agt hit his body Xander can’t help think about how happy he is. He’d been given a rare honor tonight; instead of being plugged his Master was sleeping inside of him, filling him once again. While he was too tired to do anything he loved the closeness of it, it was like Spike could touch his soul. Never once had he regretted giving himself to his Master. Sure he missed his friends back in Sunnydale but he had Spike and that was all that mattered to him.
The last thing his tired brain heard was his Master’s voice, teg hig him goodnight.
Author: Amejisuto
Rating: NC417
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Minor Scooby bashing, graphic m/m sex.
Summary: A look at a day as Spike’s Pet.
Email: amejisuto_kagetsu@yahoo.com
Distribute: Blood Claim, Excessent, Fire and Ice, Buffy Looses the Boys to the Boys, SXandV, StepawayfrommyXander, And The Batpack
Archives: http://www.livejournal.com/users/amejisuto/
http://www.livejournal.com/community/bloodclaim/
http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=17790
http://nummytreats.forsaken-faith.org/archive/viewuser.php?uid=106
Disclaimer: I don’t own the bois or anything else really. I’m just borrowing them to play with.
Author’s Notes: This is a follow up to my fic Submission and is a belated birthday gift for the talented Misspandypants on Live Journal. She’s writing the most wonderful, schmoopy, funny, sad Spander fic called Teascapes and if you haven’t read it you probably should! http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=misspandypants&keyword=Tepes&pes&filter=all
A Day in the Life of a Pet
Xander woke to the feeling of his butt plug being removed and cool fingers making sure he was still slick. He smiled to himself and rolled onto his belly and spread his legs to give his Master full access to his back. The he was being breached, filled with his Master’s cock until he was fully sheathed.
“Good afternoon Pet.”
“Mmmm, good afternoon Master.” He always let all the happiness and contentment he was feeling show in his voice, he wanted Spike to know just how blissful he was. He braced himself on the bed as his Master thrust in and out of his body, hitting his prostate every time causing lights to go off in his head.
He knew he wouldn’t be allowed to come; he never was when they first woke up. Over the past six months he’d learned how to control his orgasm; learned how delayed pleasure could send him flying. Still it made him feel so good that Spike was using him for pleasure, that the vampire wanted him.
His Master sped up and Xander clutched at the sheets, focusing on keeping control. He could feel from the pace that Spike was close to the edge so he twisted his head and bared his throat. He heard his Master growl and felt the dual sensation of Spike biting him, slowly drawing the blood from his veins at the same time he reached completion.
He loved the feeling of having both Spike’s cock and his fangs buried deep in him, making him feel special, owned.
Spike pulled out of him and he rolled onto his back, snuggling into his Master’s arms. This was how most mornings started. Well afternoons really. He’s moved on to vampire time long ago, sleeping during the day and being awake most nights. In a few moment they’d get up, shower together and after some more fooling around they’d have breakfast.
After that they’d get dressed and go hunting. Soho, Greenwich, Central Park. There were plenty of places to hunt in New York and plenty of things for a vampire and his pet to do. They’d lived in the city for six months, ever since fleeing the Hellmouth and an ultra-pissed slayer.
She was not happy with the idea of him and Spike being a couple, and that was without the whole Pet thing, if she knew ADAM had taken out the chip well it would be a choice between a dusted Master or a dead Slayer. As it was the biggest punishment he’d been given so far was for protecting Spike from Buffy.
Not because he’d stood up to his best friend for his Master but because he’s put himself in danger. Spike had been livid at the thought of loosing his Pet, so much so he’d had to withstand one hundred strokes with a paddle and couldn’t sit for days.
But while it hurt, in a way Xander had loved that, loved the fact that his Master didn’t want him hurt, was afraid of loosing him. His own parents had never given a damn about him, and while Giles had filled that va lia little the discipline of his Master made him feel cherished. He knew his place; he was the beloved Pet of William the Bloody.
He’d even been given a present for their six month anniversary, Spike had dressed him in leathers and chains and taken him to see a midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Not only was it fun as hell, but no one had looked twice at him, even though he was on a leash. Spike had laughed at his amazement and said that most of the crowd was more open-minded than the regular mundane type humans.
And sitting with his collar out in full view to god and everybody had made Xander so hard he’d about jumped his Master. As it was he’d managed to suck off his Master during the ‘Time Warp’ when everyone else was paying attention to the dancing.
He was his Master’s willing Pet and loved every second of it.
****
“Pet?”
Xander looked up from where he was sitting at his Master’s feet in the living room. It was Sunday evening and one of his favorite times. Of thf the things he’d learned about Spike even before becoming his Pet was that the vampire loved to read the newspapers from the major cities. Sundays were spent sharing the paper and Xander would read every comic he could get his hands on. The rest, with the exception of Dear Abby, he left to Spike.
“Yes Master?”
“There’s another ad in this week’s paper. Do you want to answer it?”
Xander sighed and leaned closer to his Master, silently begging for reassurance. “I…no. They wouldn’t understand Master, and I don’t want you dust. No. It’s better if they just think you killed me or something.”
Suddenly he was pulled into his Master’s lap, the paper throw to the side and he was cuddle and petted. They had tried to tell the Scoobies they were together, not the Dom/slave part but just the couple part. Just because he was Spike’s Pet didn’t mean they weren’t a couple, they’d talked for days after the first time they were together to set the boundaries of the relationship.
Giles yelled at both of them, Willow started crying, Riley looked like he was something that crawled out of the sewer. Not that he cared what the former solider felt about him, the man had his nose so far up Buffy’s ass he might as well be a sub. At least Xander was proud of what he was and didn’t lie to himself.
Buffy hadn’t said a word, letting Mr. Pointy do the talking for her. They had left the Hellmouth that very night.
“You know Pet it’s just Red trying to find you, the others probably don’t know she’s even doing it.”
“I know, but Willow can’t keep a secret, and I don’t want you lose you. Maybe, maybe one day I’ll send her a postcard or something, from another town, just to let her know I’m alright.”
“Your choice with this one Pet, I know how much you miss her.”
Xander looked up from where his head was resting on his Master’s chest into concerned blue eyes. “Thank you Master.”
****
“Please! Master I need to come!”
“No Pet, you need to let me have some fun. Relax, you know you’re enjoying it.” His Master’s voice purred in his ear as Xander gasped and begged.
He was lying on the bed, his hands and legs tied to the bedposts with silk cords. A blindfold covered his eyes so he couldn’t see what his Master was going to do next and the vibrator within him was constantly stimulating him, making him pant and beg.
He couldn’t deny what his Master said; he loved every second of it.
s was was his reward, but he had a feeling that Spike was having just as much fun tormenting him as he was being tormented. He’d had ice cubes rubbed over his body only to be followed by drips of hot wax over his cold nipples, making him scream.
Then his Master had moved on to the feather. Running it along his sides, in all his ticklish places as well as all his sensitive ones. Armpits, feet, behind his balls, his mark on his neck. He had shuddered at the feeling and twisted in his bindings.
Now Spike had moved on to warmed oil, long fingers caressing muscles and tendons until he’s melted into the bed, too turned on to do much but beg and push his hips into the air hoping for relief. But even if he could get any friction he’s too well restrained, the leather bindings cover his balls and cock almost completely. He won’t be able to come until his Master releases him.
The vibrator is gone all of a sudden and he can feel his muscles moving, wanting to be filled again. Long fingers enter him once, twice, three times just to make sure he’s ready and to touce spe spot that causes fireworks in his brain and suddenly he’s being stretched ad filled. His Master’s cool cock chasing away the emptiness and making him whole.
“Hold on Pet, just a little more and you can fly.”
The blindfold is gone now too and if Xander could talk he’d be begging for more, more touch, more words, more anything. But he’s beyond words, beyond sight; his eyes have rolled to the back of his head with the pain/pleasure/full/tense feel of it. He can’t even brace himself to meet the harsh thrusts of his Master, all he can do is gasp and pant as his heart looses a beat here and there from the intensity of it.
And all the while is his Master’s cock, cold and long and thick, working in and out while Spike’s hips piston. Fingers bruise his hips as his Masters roars out his orgasm but it’s not done yet. Even though his Master came he didn’t loose a bit of stiffness and the come inside of him makes it all the easier for Spike to hit that spot inside of him over and over.
All he can do is feel, feel his Master owning him as his length moves and he can feel the short hairs at the base of Spike’s cock on the back of his ass. Feel where fingers leave claw marks now and the thickness of blood running from them until Spike swoops it up with his fingers so he can lick up his treat without stopping his movement.
He can feel his cock being untied and whimpers. His Master is holding him at the base keeping him from coming at the feel of air and freedom and blood rushing. Then Spike leans forward and his length is trapped and stimulated between their bodies. Despite everything he knew it was about time and bared his neck to his Master, his god.
“Come when you want Pet.” The words are almost whispered into his ear before fangs piece the flesh on his neck and he can feel the suction of his lover feeding from him. The fingers around the base of his cock is gone and he feels a shuddering spasm before coming, a scream wrenched from his throat as the fireworks overwhelm his brain and he’s flying in the darkness.
****
When he finally comes to, he’s leaning against his Master in a hot bath tub, the water soothing away aches even before he was aware of anything but the feeling of satisfied floating. His hair had been washed and Spike was running a sponge over his soaped up arms and chest. His skin was still sensitive and he could feel his nipples react to the touch even if his cock didn’t.
“You okay Pet?” The concerned tone behind the words causes his heart to twist in happiness just slightly as he mumbles a yes into his Master’s neck. Flicks his tongue to taste the drops from the bath running down the milk-white throat.
Suddenly strong arms pull him close as Spike hugs him from behind. His Master leans forward and licks at his mark on his neck and the arms squeezes even tighter.
“Gonna find a way Xander. Gonna find a way to keep you like this, forever warm, forever young. You’re mine Xander, never gonna let you go not even to Death herself.”
“You…you don’t want to turn me?” His voice cracks but he’s not sure if it’s from emotion or from screaming himself horse. Xander isn’t sure what to think, he didn’t really want to be turned, but he wanted his Master to want him forever.
“You’re not hearing me Xgonngonna find a way to keep you like this forever. Don’t know how but I’ll do it.”
Brown eyes look into blue and sees that it’s the truth. Plus Spike was calling him by his name, which meant it he wasn’t just Master then, just as Xander was more than just Pet.
“We’ll find a way Spike. I don’t want to leave you.” They kiss slowly, a promise to eacher ter to never let go.
Later, tucked in bed by his Master and pulled agt hit his body Xander can’t help think about how happy he is. He’d been given a rare honor tonight; instead of being plugged his Master was sleeping inside of him, filling him once again. While he was too tired to do anything he loved the closeness of it, it was like Spike could touch his soul. Never once had he regretted giving himself to his Master. Sure he missed his friends back in Sunnydale but he had Spike and that was all that mattered to him.
The last thing his tired brain heard was his Master’s voice, teg hig him goodnight.