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A Puppy For Spike
by Spikedluv
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17/Slash
Spoilers: BtVS Season 2.
Summary: Angelus gives Spike a puppy.
Warnings: D/s, non-con, bondage, and probably more *g*.
Notes: Willa was looking for 10 ficlet ideas to write up. Mine was number 11. Drat! So I decided to write it myself, ‘cause I couldn’t get it out of my head. *g* I asked for: Season 2, Angelus/Xander, Spike/Xander or Angelus/Spike/Xander with hot, dirty, nasty sex of the NC17+++++ variety, begging...and maybe a little bit of hurting (but nothing that would leave permanent scars or bone breakage or anything like that), optional: double penetration (for CJ, who evilly put this idea in my head). So, here we go, let’s see if I can give myself what I wanted!
Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whomever else they really belong to, although I wouldn’t mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? The story is mine, though.
Thanks: To Tammy, for the most excellent beta! You are a gem among—uh—other shiny stuff.
Written: WIP
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Chapter One
Xander had thought he was safe in the library. He’d been wrong. While Giles was in his office, Willow off to visit the ladies room, and Buffy on patrol, Angelus had snuck into the library. The vampire was on Xander before he even knew he was there, lifting him out of his chair and holding him from behind, hand tight around his throat to keep him from breathing, from crying out.
“Hello, Xander,” he purred into Xander’s ear.
“Wh-what do you want?” Xander managed a hoarse whisper.
“It’s not about what I want,” Angelus said, then paused. “Well, it is about what I want, actually. I want Drusilla. Every night. In every position imaginable. I want to fuck her, and break her, and make her scream.”
“What’s that got to do with me?” Xander rasped.
“I hate the way Spike pouts, so I decided to get him a puppy to play with. Keep him busy, happy, and out of my hair. Puppy,” Angelus said, and licked Xander’s neck.
Xander promptly fainted. He woke to light touches on his face and a soft voice crooning, “Such a pretty puppy. Can I play with him, daddy?”
“No, Dru, he’s for Spike,” Angelus patiently replied.
“But he’s so lovely, and the stars are singing his name....”
“And he’s Spike’s toy. So you and I can play.”
Dru perked up. “And will you hurt me, daddy?”
“Will you beg?” Angelus asked.
“Oh, yes,” Dru replied.
“And will you scream for me?”
“Yesss, daddy,” she breathed.
“Then I’ll hurt you real good. Why don’t you go get the restraints out?” After Dru scampered off, Angelus turned to Xander. “I know you’re awake, punk.”
“Punk?” he scoffed. Xander couldn’t help himself. He often wondered if the open-mouth-insert-foot problem he had was genetic.
“Glad you’re feeling better,” Angelus replied with a smile that turned Xander’s stomach. “Your mouth won’t be quite so smart when Spike’s done playing with you.”
“Buffy’s gonna find me, and she’ll stake your sorry ass....”
“Oh, please.” Angelus rolled his eyes. “She doesn’t seem to be working too hard at dusting the body that held her precious Angel, or hadn’t you noticed? Besides, she doesn’t even know where we’ve moved to. And it wouldn’t matter if she did. You don’t really think she could take me, do you? Why do you think slayers die so young? They always meet their match. Always.”
Xander felt nauseous and wondered if he was going to vomit.
“I need to get to Dru, so come on, puppy, time to meet your new master.”
Xander shuddered.
“Get on your knees and crawl like a good puppy,” Angelus said, and then walked away.
A tug on the leash attached to a collar around his neck brought Xander to his knees, which was when the enormity of his situation hit him. Not only had he been captured by Angelus as a play thing for Spike, he’d just realized that he was naked except for the collar, his wrists bound behind his back. Shock kept him from moving fast enough, and he fell forward, rolling to his shoulder to keep his face from smashing into the marble floor.
Angelus turned to him with a disgusted look. “Come on, puppy, on your knees. I haven’t got all night. Well, actually, I do, but I’ve got other plans for it than watching you learn how to crawl.” Another tug on the leash. “Move it!”
Xander struggled to his knees, scraping them on the hard, cold floor. His heart was beating frantically, and his breathing heavy. Christ, what had he gotten himself into now? When he was upright, Angelus began walking again, and Xander was forced to quickly crawl after him or be dragged. The floor was painful on his knees, which were red and sore by the time Angelus stopped outside a closed door and knocked.
There was a muffled reply that Xander couldn’t make out, and then Angelus pushed the door open and swaggered inside, pulling Xander along behind him. “Don’t be such a gloomy Gus, Spike,” Angelus said cheerfully, “I’ve brought you a pressie.”
“Don’t need pressies,” Spike said sullenly. “‘M not Dru.”
“No, you’re not, my boy,” Angelus replied. “But I wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, if I were you. Take a good look at what you’ll be giving up if you continue to sulk. He’s got pretty brown hair and brown eyes, just the way you like ‘em, and he’ll give you more pleasure than Dru ever could. She doesn’t have what you need, what you crave.” His voice had dropped to a soft purr.
Angelus stepped behind Xander as he continued to speak, and Xander got his first look at Spike since the fight in the old church. He was sitting in a wheelchair by the window, dressed only in a pair of black jeans that were unbuttoned, a cigarette in one hand, his hair still messy from sleep. Xander hadn’t forgotten what Spike looked like—bleached blond hair, cheek bones that could cut nails, full, pouty lips—but he had forgotten how much better the vampire looked in person than he did in Xander’s dreams.
He was startled out of his reverie when Angelus’s hand cupped his shoulder and slipped down his chest. “He’s young, and firm, and I’d bet my life, well, my unlife, that he’s still a virgin.” Xander shivered—at the touch, at the words, he wasn’t sure. “He’ll be yours to do with as you wish. A puppy to play with, to mold... And look,” Angelus said, his hand closing over Xander’s penis, which was showing some interest in the proceedings. “Not totally indifferent.”
Xander flushed, and felt the heat deep into his bones.
“Mmm, smell that?” Angelus asked, sounding orgasmic. “I’ll bet he tastes delicious.”
“I don’t like puppies,” Spike said, taking one last drag on the cigarette before pinching it out and dropping it to the growing pile on the floor beneath the window. “Training them takes too much work, and they make messes.” His eyes roamed Xander’s body, pausing for a lingering look at his groin. “But since you’ve gone to all the trouble....”
Angelus grinned. “I knew you’d like him. I knew it months ago, when that ponce of a soul first offered him to you. He did it as a trick. I’m doing it for real.” Angelus moved across the room to Spike, Xander toddling awkwardly in his wake, and handed him the leash. “Have fun,” he said with a grin as he leaned down and slapped Xander’s ass. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he called back over his shoulder as he headed for the door, then laughed as he closed it behind him. “Not that there’s anything I haven’t done.”
***
“You are a pretty little thing,” Spike mused. “What’s your name?”
It took a minute for Xander to make his tongue work properly and get his name out. He chose to attribute his reaction to fear, rather than the strange attraction he’d felt for the vampire ever since Parent-Teacher Night. An attraction he’d done his best to squelch. First of all, Spike was a guy, and Xander was so not into guys. Not that he was ready to admit, anyway. Secondly, vampire. Bad, evil creature of the night.
He’d been doing good, not thinking about the vampire, not even when he was jerking off. And if he dreamed about Spike, waking up covered in dried spunk, well, that wasn’t his fault, right?
“Come closer,” Spike said, and tugged on the leash. Xander was frozen in place. God, this couldn’t be happening! “Rule number one,” Spike said when Xander didn’t move fast enough, “you now belong to me and will obey me at all times. When I say jump, you won’t even hesitate long enough to ask ‘How high?’. When I say roll over, you’ll roll over. Do you understand that?”
Xander nodded.
“Rule number two, you will remain silent unless told otherwise. By me. But when I ask you a direct question, I expect an answer. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” Xander quickly replied.
“Rule number three, you will address me as ‘Master’. Do you understand that?”
“Yes.” Spike’s eyebrow rose. “Master.”
“Repeat the rules to me,” Spike commanded.
Xander hesitated, trembling. Surely, surely Buffy would arrive to rescue him soon. “I, um, belong to you, have to call you master, remain silent unless told to speak, and do everything you tell me to.”
“Close enough,” Spike said with a smirk. “And from now on you’ll be called ‘puppy’.” Xander blinked and swallowed hard. “You’ll get your name back when, and if, you’ve earned it. Now. Come. Closer.”
Xander wobbled ungainly as he crawled closer to Spike and knelt directly in front of the wheelchair. Spike ran his fingers through Xander’s hair, then pressed Xander’s head down onto his thigh while he continued to massage and pet him. For a moment, Xander forgot where he was and relaxed into the tender touch. Spike gave a delighted laugh when Xander moaned in enjoyment.
“Like that, do you? I guess Angelus had you pegged right. A scrappy little puppy just waiting for the right master.” Spike’s hand moved to his shoulder, and the vampire shifted forward in the chair so he could run both hands down Xander’s arms to his bound wrists. Xander’s face was now pressed into the crease between Spike’s thigh and groin.
“You like this, too, don’t you? Being bound, naked, and kneeling before me?” Xander moaned again and nuzzled his face into Spike’s groin.
Spike immediately sat up straight, grabbed hold of Xander’s hair, and lifted his head. “You don’t touch me without my permission,” he said, firmly, but not unkindly. “You don’t touch me, touch yourself, sleep, eat, piss...come...without my permission. Do. You. Understand. That?” Spike tugged on his hair with each word.
Xander shuddered as a bolt of desire shot to his groin. “Yes, Master.”
Spike smirked. “Yeah, you like it all right. Born to be my puppy, weren’t you, boy?” There was a long pause as Spike stared into Xander’s eyes. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Master,” Xander breathed.
***
“Stand up,” Spike said. “I want to see all of you.”
Xander scrambled to his feet. Spike ran his eyes over Xander, and then his hands. Touching his belly, hips, thighs.
“Knees sore?” Spike asked.
Xander nodded, then remembered. “Yes, Master.”
“Don’t worry,” Spike said, running a hand between Xander’s thighs, “you’ll get used to it.”
Xander shivered at the matter-of-fact tone. Spike’s touch tickled his ball sac, and Xander moaned.
“Shh,” Spike said. “Silence, remember?”
Xander bit his tongue and nodded silently. Spike cupped his nuts and Xander tasted blood. Spike stroked his swollen cock and Xander trembled with the effort to remain silent, to remain still, and especially to not thrust into that inviting fist.
“Do you know why you’re here?” Spike asked.
“Because Angelus is a prick?” Xander replied, mouth moving ahead of brain again.
Spike backhanded him. Xander felt the pain of his lip splitting at the same time he bit through his tongue. Ow!
“You will remain respectful at all times,” Spike told him, his voice even, his fist still sliding up and down Xander’s erect flesh. The combination of pain and pleasure was freakishly erotic. Spike tugged on the leash and Xander bent over. Spike licked the blood off his lip and Xander wished he was more grossed out about that. “Mmm,” he said, “you do taste delicious.”
Spike licked and nibbled at his lips, kissed him lightly, then slipped his tongue between surprisingly acquiescent lips. His moan reverberated through Xander’s mouth, skull, body, and down to the cock the vampire was still working. Spike’s tongue lapped at his mouth, and Xander knew he was tasting his blood. The vampire sucked Xander’s tongue into his mouth and suckled it, drawing every last bit of blood from the cut. He pulled away from Xander and licked his lips, savoring the taste.
“You’re here to please me. To pleasure me,” Spike said, answering the question Xander had forgotten. “Do you know why you aren’t allowed to touch yourself, to cum, without my permission?” he asked.
Xander swallowed hard. “B-because I belong to you?” he guessed.
“Yes,” Spike agreed. “Because you belong to me. Because this...” He tightened his fist around Xander. “...belongs to me. It’s mine to do with as I please. You, and your cock, exist only for my pleasure. And you do want to please me, don’t you, puppy?” he purred, his fist speeding up.
“Y-yes, Master,” Xander gasped.
“Yes, such a good puppy,” Spike said, and then abruptly let go of Xander. He almost groaned in protest, remembering just in time to remain silent. Spike brought his hand to his mouth, and licked Xander’s pre-cum off it. The vampire moaned as he licked and sucked his fingers clean.
Xander wanted to close his eyes, but couldn’t drag them away from the sight. Spike pulled the last finger out of his mouth with an exaggerated ‘smack!’, and said, “Turn around, puppy.”
***
Xander slowly straightened up and turned around. He could feel Spike’s eyes on him like a caress, and then his hands were touching him, fluttering over him like the wings of a butterfly, from his shoulders to lower back, over bound wrists to the curve of his buttocks, then over his hips, down his outer thighs, and inside to skim his inner thighs and once more tickle his ball sac, this time from behind.
Xander stiffened at the arousing sensation, and Spike slapped his ass a stinging smack. He barely held back a yelp. Spike cupped his balls, kneaded them, and just when Xander thought he’d die from frustration, another slap. Spike pulled down on the ball sac, stretching it uncomfortably, then moved his fingers to the strip of skin behind them, rubbing and pressing and stroking. Another slap.
“Spread your legs and back up,” Spike instructed.
Xander shivered in anticipation and did as Spike told him, backing up until the backs of his legs were flush against the wheelchair. Spike paid special attention to his ass, running his fingers lightly over the cheeks, then squeezing and kneading them. He pressed them together, then pulled them apart. Xander couldn’t stop the moan as cool air and cool breath wafted over his hole. Spike swiftly slapped him, which only made Xander moan again.
Spike laughed, low and happy. “Oh, puppy, what a treasure you are.” He ran his thumb along Xander’s cleft, then pressed against his quivering pucker. Xander automatically moved into the touch. Slap! Spike pushed until the very tip of his thumb had breached Xander’s hole. Xander’s legs quivered as he tried not to react.
“Anyone ever touch you like this before, puppy?” Spike asked.
Xander shook his head frantically. “N-no...Master.”
“Not even you?” he pressed, pushing a little harder.
“No, Master,” Xander gasped.
“I’m the first one?”
“Yes! Master.”
“That’s good,” Spike said. “Good puppy, saved this just for me. My hole. Mine, to taste, to touch, to fuck.” He pushed his thumb in to the first knuckle, matching action with words.
“Oh, god, yes, Master!” Xander cried, his hips bucking.
Immediately the thumb was withdrawn, and three hard slaps stung his ass. To his shame, Xander’s only reaction was to wish Spike’s thumb was still inside him, and the twitching of his cock as another drop of pre-come oozed from the slit.
What on earth was he doing? Sure, the things Spike was doing to him had him hard and aching, but it was wrong. So wrong. He definitely shouldn’t be enjoying it. And, sure, his wrists were cuffed behind his back, but Spike was in a wheelchair, and Angelus had disappeared somewhere with Dru. Yeah, he was naked, but he could grab a curtain, or a sheet, and cover himself with it...somehow. Maybe throw it on the floor and roll himself up. Yeah, he scoffed, that would work. But there just had to be something he could do to get himself out of this situation!
“You’d never make it to the front door.” Spike spoke calmly at the same time he rubbed a teasing finger over Xander’s way-too-eager hole. Xander jumped, unsure whether it was the vampire’s words, or his touch that had startled him more. “And if you tried to escape, you’d have to be punished. Now, I’d enjoy that, but I’m not sure you would.”
Spike’s voice dropped to a whisper so Xander had to strain to hear, even as one hand moved around him to stroke his cock while the other continued to tease his anus. “You’re mine, now, pup, and you’ll stay here and do as I tell you because you have no other choice. Soon, though, you won’t want to leave. Already your body is eager for my touch, recognizes its master. Before long, your mind will also bow to the inevitable. You won’t merely accept my touch, you’ll ache for it. And when I allow you to speak, you’ll beg me so nicely. To touch you, fuck you, let you come. And if you’ve pleased me...I will.”
Xander’s body once again strove to thrust into Spike’s touch, but he knew that would only bring another slap, and possibly the removal of Spike’s hands from his more than willing flesh. Almost, at the memory of Spike’s hand stinging his ass as he pulled at his balls, teased his ass, Xander allowed himself to move. Thankfully—depending on how you looked at it—Spike released him.
“We’re going to move over to the bed,” he said.
Xander nervously stepped away from the front of the wheelchair and stood to the side. He waited for Spike to begin rolling the chair across the room to the bed that suddenly loomed very large, and walked beside him. Spike positioned the chair at the head of the bed and swung himself onto the mattress. After he’d settled back against the pillows and moved his legs apart, he motioned for Xander to join him. Xander climbed onto the bed, then looked at Spike expectantly, anxiously.
“Good puppy,” Spike said soothingly. “Come kiss Master.” Xander nearly whimpered. “Yeah, know you want to. Come on. Master wants to taste your pretty mouth again.”
Xander crawled up the bed to Spike and cautiously leaned forward to press their lips together, afraid he’d lose his balance and fall onto the vampire. Spike parted his lips and nearly sucked Xander into his mouth. Xander moaned, and deepened the kiss.
Spike pulled away and ruffled his hair. “My pleasure,” he reminded him gently. Xander just looked at him desperately as his chest heaved. “Speak.”
“Is it...is it okay if pleasing you, um, pleases me?” he asked. As soon as the words escaped, he realized he’d let his mouth get ahead of his mind once more. No, no, no! He wasn’t supposed to like this, and he certainly wasn’t supposed to admit to it on the off chance that he did!
“Oh, puppy, puppy.” Spike grabbed the back of his neck and tugged him forward until Xander fell on him, kissed him hard, then released him. “Turn around.”
Xander was confused, the sudden change disorienting.
“Turn around, puppy.” With Spike’s help, he managed to assume the position the vampire wanted, kneeling with his legs straddling Spike’s hips, his ass near the vampire’s face, his own face pressed firmly into the mattress between Spike’s legs.
“Mmm,” Spike teased, letting his breath feather over Xander’s ass while his fingers spread his cheeks and played with the hole. “Isn’t this the prettiest little thing?” He pressed one thumb against it, then the other, then both. Xander squirmed.
Spike slapped his ass. “No moving, no talking, and most especially, no coming. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Xander groaned.
Before the words were even out of his mouth, Spike dove for his ass. He licked the length of his crack, then lapped at his hole, then flicked a pointed tongue at it. Xander had to struggle to keep from moving, in surprise, in pleasure, and to keep from crying out. No one had ever touched him like this. He’d never imagined anyone ever touching him like this, and now he wondered why not?
Spike shoved his tongue inside him, then out and back in, out and in, up and down as he dragged the tip over his internal walls. Xander concentrated on his breathing so he wouldn’t push back onto Spike’s tongue. It was the most amazing thing he’d ever felt, and he wanted to cry out, but he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t enjoy this, only Spike could enjoy it. He couldn’t...couldn’t...but, oh, god, he was. He so was. His balls throbbed and his cock ached for release. Shit, shit, shit...no!
After being teased with light touches for so long, it was too much. With a muffled scream, Xander stiffened and his cock pulsed as he came, shooting his load onto his chest and the bed beneath him. His body shuddered with aftershocks as he gasped for air.
Spike pulled away from Xander enough to speak, and Xander could feel his lips turn up in a satisfied smile. “Did you have permission to come, puppy?” he asked in a deceptively soft voice.
“N-no, Master,” Xander panted.
Continued in Chapter Two