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Spike could see the line of shoulder and neck trembling lightly. The fear-smell turned sour, although Xander's erection never faded.
Taking the proffered ring, Spike set it down on the bed. "You think that's appropriate, do you? Tie you up, leaving you wanting while I take what I want from you?" The trembling increased when Spike pushed the boy back onto the bed, straddling his hips again. "And you'd like it too, wouldn't you? Hard and ready and so damned perfect, all for me."
He leaned down to brush his lips softly against Xander's.
"I'm not them, pet. And if we play games like that, you're gonna want it."
Xander whimpered in confusion when Spike pulled away.
"I think you need to eat something," Spike said conversationally. "How d'you feel about eggs and toast? I bet I could scramble you up something good, yeah?"
It was almost comical the way Xander looked from cock to cock, and back to Spike's face.
"Yeah, that's your punishment, pet. 'M not fucking you. I said you have to earn it, and you haven't earned it yet."
Xander looked like the world had been yanked out from under him. Spike knew how he felt. Getting up and going into the other room was one of the hardest things Spike could remember doing.
He grabbed his sweats on the way out, stuffing legs and cock inside with some amount of difficulty. Xander was still lying on the bed, confused whine trailing after Spike as he opened up the refrigerator and found eggs and milk.
Figures, he had to pick a punishment that punished both of them. Not that anything else would do what he wanted--hurt the boy, and Spike would become equated with whoever had done this to Xander.
Xander lay on the bed, looking at the door where He had just exited. He blinked in confusion. What was he supposed to do now? He knew the rules, he did. He'd been so careful to learn them all so he could avoid as much pain and confusion as he could, and now -- now He was changing the rules again? Maybe this was a test. Spike was testing him, to see if he was worthy. If Xander didn't prove himself, then He would leave and he'd be alone and wanting and hurting again -- maybe he'd even have to go back to the Thing. Xander shuddered at the thought.
"No," he said, very softly, the word sounding completely foreign on his lips. So how did he prove himself? By obeying -- he'd tried that. He'd have to try harder.
Spike hadn't said anything else, no more commands, right? Should he stay where he was? Should he follow him, and wait? Xander bit his lip and tried to sort it out. No new rules yet, so he'd just stay put and follow the old rules. Stay in your cell. Don't make noise. Eat when the food comes. Obey orders. He could do that.
Spike could see the line of shoulder and neck trembling lightly. The fear-smell turned sour, although Xander's erection never faded.
Taking the proffered ring, Spike set it down on the bed. "You think that's appropriate, do you? Tie you up, leaving you wanting while I take what I want from you?" The trembling increased when Spike pushed the boy back onto the bed, straddling his hips again. "And you'd like it too, wouldn't you? Hard and ready and so damned perfect, all for me."
He leaned down to brush his lips softly against Xander's.
"I'm not them, pet. And if we play games like that, you're gonna want it."
Xander whimpered in confusion when Spike pulled away.
"I think you need to eat something," Spike said conversationally. "How d'you feel about eggs and toast? I bet I could scramble you up something good, yeah?"
It was almost comical the way Xander looked from cock to cock, and back to Spike's face.
"Yeah, that's your punishment, pet. 'M not fucking you. I said you have to earn it, and you haven't earned it yet."
Xander looked like the world had been yanked out from under him. Spike knew how he felt. Getting up and going into the other room was one of the hardest things Spike could remember doing.
He grabbed his sweats on the way out, stuffing legs and cock inside with some amount of difficulty. Xander was still lying on the bed, confused whine trailing after Spike as he opened up the refrigerator and found eggs and milk.
Figures, he had to pick a punishment that punished both of them. Not that anything else would do what he wanted--hurt the boy, and Spike would become equated with whoever had done this to Xander.
Xander lay on the bed, looking at the door where He had just exited. He blinked in confusion. What was he supposed to do now? He knew the rules, he did. He'd been so careful to learn them all so he could avoid as much pain and confusion as he could, and now -- now He was changing the rules again? Maybe this was a test. Spike was testing him, to see if he was worthy. If Xander didn't prove himself, then He would leave and he'd be alone and wanting and hurting again -- maybe he'd even have to go back to the Thing. Xander shuddered at the thought.
"No," he said, very softly, the word sounding completely foreign on his lips. So how did he prove himself? By obeying -- he'd tried that. He'd have to try harder.
Spike hadn't said anything else, no more commands, right? Should he stay where he was? Should he follow him, and wait? Xander bit his lip and tried to sort it out. No new rules yet, so he'd just stay put and follow the old rules. Stay in your cell. Don't make noise. Eat when the food comes. Obey orders. He could do that.