JtAH 06
Title: Journey to Another Hell IV
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anita Blake
Characters: Xander/Nathaniel
A/N: This scene is Xander/Nathaniel. There's some rough-talk and sexual content. Skip if you're not into that.
Xander was becoming fond of Nathaniel in spite of himself. There was just something nice about such uncomplicated submission. Someone that would happily accept any torment Xander devised and even beg for more. It was a delight.
"Why don't you show me what you can do?" he purred.
Nathaniel gave him a questioning look, though he couldn't speak around Xander's cock in his mouth.
"I like a little pain, just a very little," Xander urged.
He could practically see the gears shifting in Nathaniel's head as he tried to figure out what Xander wanted and the risks involved. A little nibble of teeth was fine, too much and Xander would happily rip Nathaniel's intestines out.
Lucky for Nathaniel, he made the right choice.
Xander squeezed his hands around the bed rails, feeling the metal warp to the shape of his fingers. He thrust into Nathaniel's throat, all-out fucking his face, and in between thrusts Nathaniel would carefully allow the tips of his incisors to prick against Xander's glans. A bit of pressure along with the liquid heat of Nathaniel swallowing his cock, and Xander was coming down the man's throat in quick spurts.
When he was done, he pulled out and wiped his cock on Nathaniel's cheeks, leaving streaks of cum against the pale skin. "Good boy," he said.
Nathaniel looked debauched, his lips swollen red and his pupils blown wide. He gazed at Xander with so much raw emotion that it made the monster part of Xander want to break him just because he could, the fault lines laid bare.
Xander flopped on his back and rested his hands on his stomach. "I might decide to keep you. What do you think about that?"
Tentative hands pressed against Xander's shoulder, and when Xander didn't push him away Nathaniel rested his head on Xander's chest and snuggled close. "Please. I would love to belong to you. Anything you want."
"Hm." Xander hummed in pleasure. It would be nice to have a plaything all his own. Plus the thought of Anita's reaction made him want to kick his heels in delight.
He raked his hand through Nathaniel's hair, tugging and pulling until the man mewled in pain. "You're mine now. I'll get you a collar later."
He smirked when he saw how hard Nathaniel's cock got at the word "collar." He'd never met someone so desperate to be owned. It gave him a sense of power that he enjoyed.
"So, what was it like being Anita's bitch?" he asked, just to to see the way Nathaniel twitched.
"I wasn't her bitch," Nathaniel said, and oh ho, there was a definite hint of the bitters there.
"You wanted to be though, didn't you? You wanted her to claim you, own you, mark you so deep that people only had to look at you to see who you belonged to."
Nathaniel groaned, his cock leaking. He was well-trained and didn't touch himself or even move without Xander's permission.
"Well let me tell you something: I'm selfish," Xander said. "What belongs to me, belongs to me. I'll let Jean-Claude and Asher play with you, but from now on you've got no say in who else uses your dirty little hole or your cocksucking mouth. You belong to me. Do you understand?" He twisted his hand in Nathaniel's hair.
"Yes!" Nathaniel cried, and he was dribbling precome now, his body quivering with need. "I belong to you."
Xander grinned and rolled over on top of Nathaniel, pressing his thigh hard against Nathaniel's cock. "Who do you belong to?"
"You!"
"That's right." Xander's face shifted and he shoved his mouth against Nathaniel's neck, ripping at the flesh there until blood was covering them both. "You're my bitch."
Nathaniel wailed as he came, helplessly thrusting against Xander's leg. His control couldn't hold against receiving something he'd wanted for so long: a place to belong.
Which didn't mean Xander wasn't going to punish him for coming without permission. But Nathaniel would like it.
"Such a good bitch."
== The term "bitch" is used with a purpose here. Xander is laying claim to Nathaniel as his property. In this story, being claimed by Xander like this gives Nathaniel a sense of purpose and ownership. Plus being the bitch isn't such a bad thing, as it gives Nathaniel a place in the structure of Xander's "pack"; it would be on par with being claimed as lupa or a secondary mate. ==
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Anita Blake
Characters: Xander/Nathaniel
A/N: This scene is Xander/Nathaniel. There's some rough-talk and sexual content. Skip if you're not into that.
Xander was becoming fond of Nathaniel in spite of himself. There was just something nice about such uncomplicated submission. Someone that would happily accept any torment Xander devised and even beg for more. It was a delight.
"Why don't you show me what you can do?" he purred.
Nathaniel gave him a questioning look, though he couldn't speak around Xander's cock in his mouth.
"I like a little pain, just a very little," Xander urged.
He could practically see the gears shifting in Nathaniel's head as he tried to figure out what Xander wanted and the risks involved. A little nibble of teeth was fine, too much and Xander would happily rip Nathaniel's intestines out.
Lucky for Nathaniel, he made the right choice.
Xander squeezed his hands around the bed rails, feeling the metal warp to the shape of his fingers. He thrust into Nathaniel's throat, all-out fucking his face, and in between thrusts Nathaniel would carefully allow the tips of his incisors to prick against Xander's glans. A bit of pressure along with the liquid heat of Nathaniel swallowing his cock, and Xander was coming down the man's throat in quick spurts.
When he was done, he pulled out and wiped his cock on Nathaniel's cheeks, leaving streaks of cum against the pale skin. "Good boy," he said.
Nathaniel looked debauched, his lips swollen red and his pupils blown wide. He gazed at Xander with so much raw emotion that it made the monster part of Xander want to break him just because he could, the fault lines laid bare.
Xander flopped on his back and rested his hands on his stomach. "I might decide to keep you. What do you think about that?"
Tentative hands pressed against Xander's shoulder, and when Xander didn't push him away Nathaniel rested his head on Xander's chest and snuggled close. "Please. I would love to belong to you. Anything you want."
"Hm." Xander hummed in pleasure. It would be nice to have a plaything all his own. Plus the thought of Anita's reaction made him want to kick his heels in delight.
He raked his hand through Nathaniel's hair, tugging and pulling until the man mewled in pain. "You're mine now. I'll get you a collar later."
He smirked when he saw how hard Nathaniel's cock got at the word "collar." He'd never met someone so desperate to be owned. It gave him a sense of power that he enjoyed.
"So, what was it like being Anita's bitch?" he asked, just to to see the way Nathaniel twitched.
"I wasn't her bitch," Nathaniel said, and oh ho, there was a definite hint of the bitters there.
"You wanted to be though, didn't you? You wanted her to claim you, own you, mark you so deep that people only had to look at you to see who you belonged to."
Nathaniel groaned, his cock leaking. He was well-trained and didn't touch himself or even move without Xander's permission.
"Well let me tell you something: I'm selfish," Xander said. "What belongs to me, belongs to me. I'll let Jean-Claude and Asher play with you, but from now on you've got no say in who else uses your dirty little hole or your cocksucking mouth. You belong to me. Do you understand?" He twisted his hand in Nathaniel's hair.
"Yes!" Nathaniel cried, and he was dribbling precome now, his body quivering with need. "I belong to you."
Xander grinned and rolled over on top of Nathaniel, pressing his thigh hard against Nathaniel's cock. "Who do you belong to?"
"You!"
"That's right." Xander's face shifted and he shoved his mouth against Nathaniel's neck, ripping at the flesh there until blood was covering them both. "You're my bitch."
Nathaniel wailed as he came, helplessly thrusting against Xander's leg. His control couldn't hold against receiving something he'd wanted for so long: a place to belong.
Which didn't mean Xander wasn't going to punish him for coming without permission. But Nathaniel would like it.
"Such a good bitch."
== The term "bitch" is used with a purpose here. Xander is laying claim to Nathaniel as his property. In this story, being claimed by Xander like this gives Nathaniel a sense of purpose and ownership. Plus being the bitch isn't such a bad thing, as it gives Nathaniel a place in the structure of Xander's "pack"; it would be on par with being claimed as lupa or a secondary mate. ==