The List

Part 1

Dawn had heard them a few nights before.

She’d been peering out the window when her sister had stalked back towards their house, black-clad hottie vampire in tow. He’d been waving his hands, and talking, while Buffy’s posture positively screamed her disgust and irritation. Dawn’s heart had dropped when she realized that Spike had finally told Buffy how he felt.

Anguish had roared through her -- when she’d been acting all cool about the situation to Buffy, she hadn’t really meant it. She’d just figured that either Spike wouldn’t ever tell her -- because how lame was it to be a bad-ass vampire and love a Slayer? -- or Buffy would shoot him down and that would be the end of it. But it wasn’t.

Soon after, Buffy had gotten on the phone with Willow and ranted very loudly about what exactly had happened.

Spike was in love -- really in love with Buffy, no matter what she thought about vampires and their feelings. And Dawn was just some un-special girl standing off to the side. Even Harmony had made his radar, and Harmony was a complete and utter ditz. But Dawn -- he wouldn’t even consider Dawn. She was beneath him.

The only real reason Dawn could see that Spike was in love with Buffy was because she beat the crap out of him whenever they were together. Dawn might not have Slayer strength, but she was determined to show Spike that she could cause him enough pain to be worthy of his love.

Over the next few days she’d secretly pocketed a various powders and ripped a page from one of the books in the Magic Shop so she could do a spell that would knock Spike out, only to arrive at his crypt and run into the anti-climactic scene of him already passed out in his chair, bottles of Jack Daniels littering the floor.

What the hell was with him and her sister? Buffy was freaking because a totally sexy and cool vampire was in love with her, and Spike was all drunk and depressed because the one girl he wanted just happened to be one of very few who wouldn’t date him.

Angry and realizing that her plan to drug Spike and tie him to the bed had failed in the face of the fact that Spike was too freaking heavy, Dawn had stalked out of his crypt. She’d spent the next few days sulking as the others had researched various demons at the Magic Box, slowly letting go of the fact that she wasn’t going to get the guy.

When Xander had gone on a doughnut run and left an open book next to her, she’d distractedly read over the description of the demon on the current page, just to spite Buffy on the off-chance that she looked over and caught Dawn reading it.

A minute later, excitement had raced through her as a slightly different plan to get Spike had begun forming in her mind.


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Hiring the M’Fashniks had been ridiculously easy, and Dawn wondered, not for the first time, how the others could possibly be under the illusion that they were keeping as much of the workings of the demon world from her as possible. Or that she was just an innocent little girl and they were keeping a really good eye on her at the Magic Box when in reality she was slipping magical trinkets of varying prices into her pockets day in and day out.

Dawn had gathered together all of the items she’d stolen, and gotten a few hundred dollars worth of extra merchandise from the store, just in case. No one had noticed that her back pack was decidedly heavier when she left the shop the day before she planned to execute her scheme.

M’Fashniks preferred money as a rule, but the two she’d hired had been out of work long enough and knew that the items she was offering could easily be overpriced and sold. She led them to Spike’s crypt, her own personal bodyguards. She didn’t let them know that if Buffy found out she was missing, she planned to turn things around on them and say that they’d kidnapped her. But at the moment, Buffy was at the Magic Box working off her residual post-Spike-love-confession angst and trauma, so she wouldn’t likely notice Dawn’s absence for hours yet.

She knew Spike would be sleeping around this time, so she sent the M’Fashniks down to the lower part of his crypt with specific instructions. Seconds after they disappeared down the hole the sound of angry grunts and blows landing shot up to where she stood, as Spike was rudely awakened and did his best to fend off his assailants. The sounds of the fight continued for a long time, and for a moment Dawn became afraid that her plan wasn’t going to work, and she would have to head back to her house, angry and privately humiliated.

That fear faded when the louder sounds of the struggle faded, and only growling muffled sounds could be heard. The first M’Fashnik’s head appeared above the hole soon after that, and he awkwardly climbed out, revealing the rolled up white sheet wrapped in chains in one hand. The second demon came up behind him, holding up the distinctly writhing bundle that had some very pissy and panicked noises coming from within.

Dawn couldn’t help the grin that came to her face. “Good work, guys,” she said. “His car’s not far from here.”

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The M’Fashniks roughly plopped their writhing burden into the middle of the bed of the abandoned mansion. Spike wasn’t yelling anymore, thank god -- he’d been thumping and screaming in the trunk of the car the entire way over here.

The two burly demons began to unlock the padlocks on the chains wrapped around the sheet, unwinding them and pulling the ends of the sheet open to reveal a very naked Spike. His arms tensed and bulged as he tried to work the handcuffs holding them behind his back, wide eyes looking between the two demons before coming to rest on Dawn. One of the M’Fashniks reached over and untied the black cloth bound into his mouth.

“What the hell is going on?” Spike growled, glaring at the horned demons. “You two idiots touch her and it’ll be the Slayer’s wrath on your head.”

The M’Fashniks laughed lowly, while Dawn folded her arms over her chest and tried to look imposing, very glad for having chosen high heels to wear for this. “It wasn’t them, Spike.” she said. “It was me.”

Spike blinked, his eyes incredulous. “Dawn?”

Dawn stepped closer to the bed. “I like that. A lot better than Niblet or Platelet or all those other things you call me that make me feel like a child.” She ran her eyes over Spike’s naked body -- which was thoroughly just as hot as she’d imagined it would be, all hard muscles under beautiful pale skin.

“Do you always sleep in the buff, Spike?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “Anyone could just come in and kidnap you while you were totally naked.” She giggled. “Hey, wouldn’t it have been funny if Riley and his commandoes had found you like that?”

Spike didn’t seem to think it was funny. His wrists were twisting against the cuffs again, subtly, as if he thought Dawn wouldn’t be looking for that. One of the M’Fashniks noticed, and growled, grabbing Spike by the throat and pressing him into the bed, baring his teeth in warning. Spike shifted to his vampire face and snarled back.

“You’re not getting away, Spike, so you might as well give up that idea.” Dawn said, her tone becoming stern.

Spike rounded his gaze on her, and the yellowed eyes slipped back into blue as he changed into his human face again. His tone as he spoke was lower, warning, and Dawn knew that it was finally getting into his head just how serious this was. “Dawn, if you don’t let me go right now, Buffy is going to tan your arse black and blue when I tell her you’ve been conspiring with M’Fashniks.”

Dawn snorted. “Kinky.” She gave Spike a sly grin. “I’ll have to put that one on my list.”

Spike blinked, her words throwing him off-guard. “List?”

“The list I made of things I’m going to do to you.” She pulled a piece of paper from her pocket, unfolding it and reading the first lines. “One: Kidnap Spike and bring him to Angel’s old mansion. Check. Two: Get Spike tied to bed. Not check.” She looked pointedly at the M’Fashniks and nodded. “Boys.”

The two demons roughly pushed Spike onto his stomach, one unchaining his hands while the other held him down. Spike thrashed and growled, shouting out “Dawn!” as he struggled and cursing at the M’Fashniks when they turned him back over and brought his wrists up to the headboard.

“Dawn!”

Dawn rolled her eyes. “Like I’m going to save you.” she said, coming over to the head of the bed where he was being held. They hadn’t chained him yet; that was her honor to do. “All you’re doing is making me realize that I should have brought earplugs.” She took the handcuffs and slipped them through the headboard, before locking them over Spike’s wrists one at a time, tightening them until they pressed into his skin.

As soon as she was finished, the three of them stepped away from Spike, who tugged viciously at the cuffs, before he stilled, glaring at her. “When I get loose, little girl --”

“Oh, please,” Dawn scoffed. “Chip, remember? You can’t even give me a flick behind the ear without your head exploding.”

Spike pressed his lips together, his face hard and angry. “Your sister --”

“You think Buffy’s going to help you?” She laughed. “She’s too busy beating up various objects at the Magic Box to help deaden the disgust she has for you.”

Something flashed in Spike’s eyes, -- hurt? -- but he finally went quiet, letting Dawn know that she’d struck a nerve. She looked at the two M’Fashniks, who were watching the entire thing with grins on their faces.

“Go ahead and do the rest.” she said.

Spike looked at her in alarm. “The rest? What -- hey!”

The demons had grabbed Spike’s ankles in their meaty hands and were now forcing his legs apart, tying them to the bedposts and leaving him pleasantly spread out for her eyes. Spike growled, jerking against his bonds, his chest heaving and his eyes beaming apprehension.

Good, she thought. He should be scared.

“That’s all for now.” she said to the two M’Fashniks. “I’ll yell if I need anything.”

The two looked slightly disappointed, until she mentioned that they could have anything of value they found in the mansion. Apparently, the lingering scent of the Master Vampire that used to live here had served well to keep other demons away, and most of Angel‘s stuff was still where he‘d left it.

When they closed the door behind them, she smiled, glad that Spike would now have his full attention on her. She unbuttoned and removed her jacket, letting Spike see her long-sleeved top that hugged her breasts together, and the short leather skirt that clung to her thighs. Spike stared at her outfit, wide-eyed, before he let his head fall back onto the pillow and started laughing.

Dawn looked at him in irritation. “What?”

Spike caught his breath long enough to respond, “You really mean to do this?”

“’Do this?’” she repeated. “You don’t even know what I want, yet.”

“Please,” Spike rolled his eyes. “Niblet --”

“Dawn.” she corrected, grabbing her back pack and climbing onto the bed, sitting astride Spike’s hips. “I’m going to show you that I’m not a child, Spike. Not anymore.”

“Right.” Spike didn’t sound the slightest bit convinced. “Really don’t care what you think is going to happen here, because you and I both know that Buffy is going to kill you when she finds out.”

Dawn gave a shrug of nonchalance. “I guess I’ll just have to keep myself entertained until then.” She reached into her back pack and pulled out a few items, before coming to the one she was searching for. “Three,” she said, referring to her list. “Gag Spike to shut him up because you know he’s going to be running that big mouth of his the entire time.”

Spike’s eyes widened at the gag she was brandishing in his face, which had a large penis-shaped mouthpiece. She made to put it between his lips and Spike turned his face away, closing his mouth resolutely.

“If you’re not gonna let me, I’m going to go bring in those two guys again and let them do it.” Dawn threatened, though she really didn’t want to have any more involvement from the M’Fashniks, because she wanted to be the scary one in this scenario.

She was disappointed when Spike still refused to listen, staring at some point in the distance, clenching his jaw stubbornly.

“Hey,” Dawn slapped him across the cheek in frustration. “Fine.” she said, leaning back so she was sitting up straight. An idea came to her that had her brightening. “You know what? If you won’t open your mouth, I’ll just go get Buffy and tell her you kidnapped and were about to rape me.”

Spike‘s eyes turned back to her and he laughed again. “Yeah?” he asked, his tone mocking. “And, uh, how are you going to explain this?” Spike tugged at the cuffs for emphasis.

“I’ll tell her I tricked you.” Dawn said easily. “She already thinks you’re stupid, Spike. And concerning the evidence, I don’t think she’s far off.”

Spike glared up at her, but his mouth remained closed.

Dawn shrugged. “Your choice.” she began to rise from the bed. “Buffy always did tell me that if she caught any guy waving his dick around me, she’d cut it off.” Dawn smirked at Spike. “Probably won’t be that hard to--”

“All right!” Spike shouted. “All right.” His gazed at her hard, pissed off. “But when I get out of this, you and I are gonna have a nice, long talk, Bit.”

“Whatever.” Dawn walked back over and shoved the cock-gag into his mouth. The part that stayed on the outside covered his lips, stretching partway over his cheeks. “Lift up your head.” she ordered.

Spike exhaled heavily through his nostrils, rolling his eyes, but he did as she asked. She made sure to tug the buckle extra tight, but Spike didn’t even wince, just stared at her with his creepy piercing eyes. The outside of the gag had a metal ring for making things interesting, which she fully intended to take advantage of later. But first…

“I’m glad you’re a vampire,” she said, pulling the back pack up onto his belly and rifling through the contents again. “I don’t know how to use most of this stuff, but you’re hard to damage permanently, anyway. Great for experimentation.”

She pulled out a few bits and pieces and set the back pack aside. Then she started to assemble a device, not letting Spike know that she’d actually done this over and over again at home until she didn’t need instructions. She wanted to look as professional as possible.

When she was finished, she was sure that there was little doubt in Spike’s mind as to exactly what this device was going to be used for. Two bars came together into a plus sign shape, with the horizontal bar bearing clamps at each end. The vertical bar had a knob on one side, and the other side had a plate on its end.

“Four: try out nipple clamps for the first time.”

She felt very gratified that she at least managed to surprise Spike with her deviance. She pressed the plate against Spike’s chest. Then she carefully and deliberately bent her head and began tonguing one of Spike’s nipples. Spike threw his head back suddenly, a soft sound coming from his throat, which made Dawn giddy inside. She was doing this right, if he was reacting. She moved to the other nipple, mouthing it until it reacted and stiffened like the other one. Dawn drew back slowly, feeling her own nipples harden under her top as she felt Spike’s semi-erect cock below her.

“You’re such a guy.” she admonished, smiling down at the silenced vampire, who made some unintelligible sound behind his gag, his Adam‘s apple bobbing in his throat. She ignored him, taking one of the clamps hanging from the bar and bringing it to his nipple, opening it and looking into his eyes, which were filled with just a hint of consternation. Had he been forced to wear a pair of these before? She’d have to ask him when he was in more of a “talk’ position.

Dawn released the clamp and the spring tension pinched it hard over the helpless bud. Spike flinched, groaning low in his throat and clenching his hands into fists above the handcuffs. She did the same to his other nipple, watching as Spike whooshed the air through his nostrils and shut his eyes tight, straining against the chains for a few seconds before going limp and panting roughly through his nose.

Dawn’s hands trembled as she brought them back up, watching Spike with wide eyes before realizing she had to regain her composure before he saw how she was reacting. She schooled her expression, feeling a bit breathless as she was forced to face the intense heat that was radiating from her loins, and had jolted through her as she watched Spike face his pain.

She was shocked. Despite everything, she hadn’t expected to get off on this in the sexual sense at all. It had been more for Spike than herself.

Wow, Dawn, she thought, inhaling deeply, you really are a kinky bitch.

Wanting to get more of the sensation as well as show Spike who was boss, Dawn put her hand on the knob that was set opposite the bar that held the chest plate. Rotating it would lift the bar holding the clamps away from Spike’s chest, pulling at his nipples excruciatingly while the chest plate, which would stay stubbornly pressed against his skin, helped provide a base for the insidious piece of equipment.

The first little twist had Spike tensing all over, and at the second he arched against her, moaning deeply in his throat. She noted, though, that his erection was now totally hard and stiff, and she ached to rub herself over it, to have him inside. She was still a virgin -- hadn’t even kissed a guy before today, and she was surprised at how natural all this was seeming.

Curious now more than pleasure-seeking, because she didn’t think she could get off on outright torture -- if this was even torture for a vampire -- Dawn began to twist the knob repeatedly, wanting to see how long it would take Spike to scream. She watched the rising pain twist Spike’s face more and more, until the intense tension finally broke him and he cried out, long and hard. The chains clinked against the headboard as he fought the cuffs, Dawn quickly loosened the bar, bringing it back down slowly, allowing him relief.

All of Spike’s muscles immediately relaxed, and he laid in a quivering heap against the bed, wincing as she removed the clamps completely and examined his abused nipples.

“Poor Spike,” she said with false sympathy. “Can’t take a little pinch? I’m just a novice, Spike, an amateur. I’ve never even used one of these before, and I made you scream -- made you hard.” She bent her head to whisper into Spike’s ear. “Can you imagine what I could do with a little experience?”

She took one of his nipples between her teeth, and Spike gave a growl beneath his gag, arching gently against her. Lifting herself straight again, Dawn began removing her top, revealing the lacey black bra that embraced her breasts. She leaned back over Spike, letting her tits hang alluringly above him, watching his dilated eyes move back and forth from her chest to her face.

“Admit it, Spike -- I’m way darker than Buffy could ever be. Besides,” And she intentionally pressed back hard against his cock, making him shut his eyes and pant under the friction. “Everyone knows that you need a little monster in your woman.”

Spike’s eyes suddenly burst open, and he stared at Dawn in wonder, making some mumbling, muffled sounds beneath the gag. Giving a put upon sigh, Dawn tilted her head at Spike. “What? You want that off?”

Spike nodded, grunting again.

“Okay, but you so owe me.” she muttered, and Spike lifted up his head so she could work the buckle loose, drawing the cock gag from his mouth.

Spike moistened his lips as soon as they were free. “Dawn,” he said, his voice breathless, “untie me -- I can make this good for you.”

Dawn laughed, but her heart was thumping harshly on the inside, and she was feeling slightly light-headed at the thought that this whole thing might have actually worked. “What, now you’re all Mister Eager-to-please? What happened to ‘Buffy’s going to kill you?’”

“To hell with Buffy,” Spike said. “You’re right. Little Miss Goody Two-Shoes would never put out like that. Not with me.”

Dawn raised an eyebrow at his choice of words. “Put out? So not the way to make me happy, Spike.” She pinched one of his sore nubs harshly between her manicured nails, loving the way he threw his head back and hissed a curse. “You’re supposed to be romantic, remember?”

It was Spike’s turn to laugh. “Romantic?” he asked with disbelief. “Expect me to hand over the flowers and cards I got you now, do you? You kidnapped me, Dawn. Nothing romantic about that.”

“Sure it is.” she said dismissively, flicking her hair back with a shake of her head. “I’m catering to your vampire side. It’s only fair you should cater to my human girl side.”

“And I can do that better if you untie me.” Spike shot back.

“Uh-uh,” Dawn said with a shake of her head. “I’m still totally pissed at you, Spike. I was, like, dropping hints all over the place, but all you would do was make googly eyes at Buffy. And anyway,” She gave him a grin as she ran her hands up his muscled arms. “I think you’re hot like this.”

She slid off Spike, standing from the bed and retrieving her back pack again, disassembling the nipple clamps and putting them away. The entire time, she was extremely aware of just how wet her panties had become, as they became exposed to the chill air of the room.

“So what, now?” Spike asked, giving a slight nod towards his groin. His cock was leaking a clearish white fluid, making her aware that the dampness of her underwear wasn‘t just because of her own fluids. “You plan on taking care of that, eventually?”

“It’s somewhere on my list.” she said, forcing her eyes to draw away from the mesmerizing sight of his erection. “Near the bottom, I think.”

She drew an item from her back pack and felt a nice tingling of arousal at the look of uneasiness that filled Spike’s eyes. Smirking, she came over and straddled him again, rubbing the head of the large dildo against his lips.

“First, I wanna try this.”