Puppy Love 4B/50 - Ownership
Title: Puppy Love 4B/50 - Ownership
Pairings: Spander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... R-ish
Warnings: Slavery, nudity, lotta the same from the previous chapter. Nothing much. Xander is underage! (he's 16, almost seventeen) (Set between seasons 2-3)
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Puppy gets a few lessons...
Word Count: 2881 (As per MS Word Count)
Beta: Tamakin
X-posted to: perverted_pages, bloodclaim, BTVS_lightsout, BTVS_slash, btvsatsdotcom, darker_spike, spike_fics, sxandviolence, spanderslash, darker_vault, sickchicks, spike_xander, xander_slash, i_need_a_parrot, all_fics_btvs, nekid_spike
Archived Outside LJ At: adultfanfiction.net and The Spander Files
A.N. This is in response to the prompt table given to me by hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
This fic won an award!
Comments keep my muse well fed.
Previously:
"I think its high time you started learnin’. Undress me. Shoes first, then my shirt, then the pants." Xander looked up at him with a you have GOT to be kidding me look on his face. Spike frowned down at him and spoke with a clipped tone, "NOW pet. Don't make me repeat myself, you won't like what happens."
And Now:
Xander scrambled to Spike's feet, firmly convinced he was never going to outgrow his awkward and gawky stage. No matter what he did, he felt like an idiot kneeling before Spike, fingers fumbling with the laces of the bulky boots. Maybe that’s the point, make Xander feel all stupid and stuff. Stupid vampire, who’s all blond, and mean, and so totally evil! Spike sighed quietly, and lifted his foot, resting his boot on Xander’s thigh, who couldn’t help but flinch, expecting another harsh blow. When nothing else hapenned Xander looked up questioningly but Spike said nothing, waiting impatiently for his boy to obey.
He finally managed to untangle the stubborn knot and pulled first one, then the other boot off, mercifully happy that vampires didn't seem to have foot odor issues. Here he stopped, looking up Spike's lean body and tried to figure out how he was going to help take off his shirt from down on the floor when Spike snorted and snapped his fingers, making a "get up" motion with his hand.
"You're servin’ me, stand up." He watched passively as Xander stumbled to his feet, and showed no sympathy when Xander winced and flexed his toes. Bloody human needs and circulation, Spike griped to himself silently. When Xander finally stood facing him he let out a bit of a startled yip, finding himself standing much closer than he’d intended to the deadly vampire menace. Xander stumbled back a step, half from loosing his balance and half from wanting to put distance between them before Spike grabbed him with a bruising grip about his upper arm.
“No need to step back, like you close… all nice an’ warm…” Spike leaned forward and breathed deep of the boy’s scent, nose nudging the delectable curve of his earlobe, lips hovering over the healing mark on Xander’s throat. He smiled to himself when he felt the boy tremble at his cool breath caressing the bitten flesh and saw a trail of goose bumps explode over his skin. He heard the human’s breath catch, scented the burst of pheromones that perfumed the air, quickly followed by almost blinding panic. He eased back his grip, thumb rubbing the abused muscle in soothing circles while Xander struggled to remain still, immobile. He didn’t want to give the bleached menace any reason to hurt him, to make getting away any harder.
“Shirt’s next pet,” he breathed deep of the panic laced cinnamon scented boy, his face barely holding onto it’s human mask. It positively made his mouth water, but there would be a proper pace for things. He had drunk from Xander the night before, the light of the full moon bathing the human’s crimson coated throat in it’s brilliance. Spike had to wait for one full night to pass before he drunk again or the claim wouldn’t be permanent, another vampire could usurp his ownership, and he wouldn’t have that. He’d wait, and when the time came… it would be so very very sweet.
Xander tried to calm his breathing, tried not to touch the undead skin just under a thin sheath of clothing, fingers a hair’s breadth from actual contact. They were trying to tremble and shake, but he fought them to stillness. He didn’t want to touch Spike, feel that cool skin slide under his fingers, feel muscles clench and flex under that perfectly pale skin, nonono, he didn’t want that. Because that’s dirty bad wrong! He was a guy, and Xander liked girls, not undead… males. He lifted Spike’s red over shirt off his shoulders, carefully sliding it down his arms. Xander’s face almost touched Spike’s chest when he bent over to slide it completely free, he couldn’t help it, he also couldn’t help hearing Spike’s sharp intake of breath. Don’t bite me don’t bite me don’t bite me
Spike had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep silent, tasting his own undead blood flood his mouth. He could feel the heat radiating from Xander’s fingers, ghosting over his skin, never touching, teasing and taunting the demon’s craving for heat and warm fresh blood, and it was driving him mad! The boy was like a furnace, the blood pumping through his veins with each frenzied heart beat sang to him stirring his demon to barely below the surface. Spike fought it down, knowing it would only terrify the boy further, and he was already scared enough; didn’t want him piddling in his pants in terror! He now felt his own blood pooling below the belt, feeding and filling his cock inside the tight confines of his jeans. How he wished this particular spell didn’t also have a celibacy clause… or he’d have taken the boy before he’d even crawled out of the cage.
Xander was shaking visibly now, unable to stop himself any longer. He had to pull out Spike’s shirt from his pants. He had to reach his hand down Spike’s pants and pull out his shirt. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this!! I just…. I can…. Do I have to… I can’t-can! I CAN! Oh gods, I so can’t.
Spike pinched Xander’s chin between thumb and forefinger, lifting up his face till they looked eye to eye, “You refusin’ me?” He asked in a dark and deadly voice, pure blue eyes boring holes into Xander’s.
Xander twitched his head in the negative, wincing slightly when Spike’s grip tightened, holding him still.
“You respond out loud to my questions pup, clearly, respectful like. Won’t have you mumblin’ or twitchin’ about.”
Xander bit back a whimper with a gasped in breath, “N-no, not refusing. I-I’m s-sorry.” He clenched his eyes tightly, waiting for the next blow, only to open his eyes wide at the warning growl. “I’m n-not… I haven’t….”
“Haven’t done anythin’ like this before, I know, ‘s why I wanted you, why I’m bein’ so lenient... I’m gonna to make you into the perfect little pet, obedient, needy, willing, and it don’t matter if it’s not what you want ‘cause it’s what I want, your Lord and Master…” He leaned forward and flicked the tip of his tongue against Xander’s pouty lower lip, delighting in the shudder and his almost imperceptible pull back, but he stayed; either fear or Spike’s grip held him immobile, didn’t matter really.
Xander was breathing heavily, a high pitched whimper-whine coming from his throat with each constricted breath. He couldn’t move his head, but he wanted this over with as soon as possible. He felt Spike shiver slightly when his fingers barely brushed the skin at the small of the vampire’s back.
He felt tears squeak out past his control, his nose starting to get stuffy, he wanted nothing more than to be away from Spike, away from Cleveland, and just be allowed to cry… at least at home his dad left him alone long enough to cry. He flinched slightly when Spike wiped away a tear with his thumb, and quickly pulled the shirt free and slowly up.
Spike smirked to himself, and let Xander pull the shirt off, listening to his breathing and heartbeat as first his abdomen then chest then shoulders were revealed. He couldn’t help the chuckle at Xander’s increase in heartbeat, the short ragged breaths, the pungent scent of pheromones in the air, it was all adding to the heady brew, making Spike ache. Tomorrow… it’s gonna be so sweet pup. Gonna make you mine, gonna make it so you can’t ever get away.
He hissed in a breath when Xander’s scent was permeated and almost overpowered by pure terror. It was divine, delicious, and Spike wanted to eat him up. The boy was down to Spike’s pants, fingers shaking and trembling. Spike watched the human’s tongue sneak out to quickly moisten his soft full lips, obviously stalling, trying to bully himself up for the challenge. Fear poured off him in waves, tantalizing Spike. The boy didn’t know he was safe from the vampire’s attentions for this night, as far as he knew Spike was going to finish the claim right now.
Before Spike could give a warning growl Xander finally fingered the button fly. The human took a deep breath and popped it open with his thumb, fighting to keep his eyes open, obviously wanting to close them tight and deny what was happening. Spike crooned wordless praise, the back of his cool hand stroking a heated cheek, feeling his erection slowly get freed from its denim prison. The feel of cool air against the dripping slit added its own delightful sensation to the proceedings, but still Spike felt the heat radiating off the boy, a living furnace.
That was precisely when things went sideways.
Xander suddenly pulled Spike’s pants harshly down to his knees, socked him in the jaw, and made a run for it.
Spike spun from the blow and landed more or less comfortably onto the rug. So that’s why he was scared. Bloody whelp was planning an escape! Spike chuckled and tugged his pants off, getting easily to his feet. Cheeky git, he thought, a lascivious smirk on his face. He still had his spirit, still had hope, still thought there was a chance he’d get out of this safely and in one piece… Kinda cute, really. Endearing like.
With silent grace he ran after Xander, easily catching up to him and keeping him in sight. Not once did Xander spot him, even though he was madly looking behind him for pursuit at regular intervals. Spike found a spot in the shadows to hide and watch the show…
Xander stopped his mad dash towards freedom a few meters past the door to take stock of his surroundings, pick a direction to run in. That was when he noticed they were in the middle of the desert, flat sand in every direction for miles without anything larger than a small scattering of desert plants here and there. The moon was high in the sky, painting everything in it’s icy brilliance. There was nowhere to run, or to get help from, not a soul in sight, the only thing that seemed out of place was the white ribbon running the perimeter of the property, other than the property itself which had its own flavor of weird.
Xander frowned and crouched low to the ground to take a closer look at it. It seemed to be a normal fabric ribbon about five inches wide and nailed to the dry packed earth with railroad spikes. Xander couldn’t help snorting and rolling his eyes, the ribbon seemed to be nothing more than a blatant territory claim. Wonder if he pisses on it like a dog? Xander snerked at the mental image of Spike on all fours, lifting his leg to piddle his scent on his territory borders, but then Xander’s inner eye kept going, showing Spike crawl towards him, sinewy grace, a predators smile, demon eyes flashing, fangs dripping blood... Okay, maybe panther, not dog, panthers scent mark too, right?
Xander looked back behind him, at the beautiful three story Victorian inspired red brick building with every window heavily shuttered, at the lush green grass void of any weed and trimmed evenly to the perfect length coming to the edge of the ribbon, at the large trees with dark green leaves dancing in the night breeze. It was quite a nice home, now that Xander was looking at it. It was skillfully maintained, well cared for and beautifully designed, like some perfect oasis in the middle of a parched desert.
He didn’t know why he was hesitating, he should just start walking, getting as far away from here as possible, he’d find something eventually… but he was hesitating. He felt an odd sense of foreboding, like something bad was going to happen. For once, he understood what the term “it’s too quiet” meant. No one was chasing him, Spike had to have gotten up by now, he hadn’t hit him THAT hard, and he always had minions and that loopy psychotic psychic around him… so why was there no one chasing him? So… he hesitated.
Finally he got back up to his feet, casting another wary glance about him, then swallowed, gritted his teeth, and stepped over the white line. His world exploded into pain. It pulsed through him, starting at his neck and working it’s way down to his toes, then halting for a few seconds before starting up all over again, intense agony that dropped him gasping to his hands and knees, his throat convulsing and slamming shut against his control
When he fell, he landed back on the other side of the line, and the pain abruptly stopped, it didn’t take Xander long to put two and two together. He was gasping for breath, heart thudding painfully in his chest, every hair on his body standing on end. He’d felt that kind of pain before, when he’d touched an electric fence at his aunt’s farm, just not quite that intense. Suddenly he remembered the collar, and scrabbled his fingers at it, trying to get it off as soon as he felt the lock, knowing it was futile. He couldn’t find a battery pack, but it was the only thing that could have shocked him, he wasn’t wearing anything else, and wasn’t THAT something he couldn’t believe he’d forgotten.
Finally he got his body under control and sat up, scowling at that pristine white ribbon stretched taut on the ground… and got up, staring down at it in defiance. He understood now, why no one was coming after him, because he had no where to go. Xander frowned, thinking hard, maybe if he made a running jump he’d get past the invisible fence and beyond the range of the stupid collar…. He chewed his lower lip pondering his chances. He already knew how to stop the pain, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t felt pain before, he’d survive… as long as the electrical current didn’t kill him first…
He backed up a few paces, hesitated and backed up several more; if he was going to take a running jump he’d need to build up speed. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, then another because the first didn’t work, then another again, letting it out in a soft defeated moan when he realized his nerves just didn’t want to be steady. He shook his head, then his hands, and ran for the border as fast as he could before he changed his mind. He jumped.
When he crossed that border in mid-flight, he felt the pain start. The further he got from the white line, the greater the intensity of his pain. When he landed, he was spazzing about so much he landed on his face, splitting his lip and making his nose bleed. His body was so out of his control from the pain that he loosed his bladder and would have done the same to his bowels if they had had anything in them.
It took him several minutes of twitching and crawling and screaming now and again with pain but the intensity was smoothly tapering off the closer he got to the ribbon. When he finally crossed back over the border, he collapsed, sobbing openly in pain and misery. How was he supposed to escape when he couldn’t even cross the stupid border?
He didn’t hear Spike move to stand over him, didn’t even know he was there till Spike spoke, “You can’t leave pet. No one knows where we are. This place is shielded from scrying an’ satellite imagery, even plain sight. Can scream loud as you want, no one will ever hear you. Now, you know there’s no point trying to get away anymore, yeah?”
Spike reached down and pulled Xander up to his feet by his hair, listening to the human yelp and struggle futilely before he forcibly arched the human’s neck. He placed a soft kiss on the bite mark, fangs itching to descend and part that sweet flesh once more, but he held back. He licked the droplets of tears falling from Xander’s eyes until he stopped shedding them, which was pretty much instantaneous.
“You taste so good pet… so full of despair, fear, need,” Spike breathed deeply of his scent. “You’re mine, inside an’ out, body an’ soul…” he chuckled darkly when Xander started to struggle against his hold. Spike moaned low in his throat and rubbed his erection against Xander’s squirming body, crooning softly in his ear, “That’s it boy… rub yourself against me…” He pouted when Xander stopped his struggles, but couldn’t stop his trembling.
NAKED SPIKE!!!! Spike is NAKED. Why is he NAKED and outside? Shouldn’t nakedness be INSIDE? Far far away from me? Just… not here. And I’m naked. And he’s naked… does this mean he wants us naked together? Not that we aren’t together, right now, outside, and NAKED, but in the other together way, because I so cannot do that, or let him do that, or… do that.
“Go on then dead boy, kill me! Go ahead!” Xander tried to push away from Spike, but the vampire’s grip was firm.
“Not gonna kill you puppy, got way too many plans for you…”
Previous Chapter: Chapter 4A - Ownership
Next Chapter: Chapter 5 - Shaving
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.
Pairings: Spander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... R-ish
Warnings: Slavery, nudity, lotta the same from the previous chapter. Nothing much. Xander is underage! (he's 16, almost seventeen) (Set between seasons 2-3)
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Puppy gets a few lessons...
Word Count: 2881 (As per MS Word Count)
Beta: Tamakin
X-posted to: perverted_pages, bloodclaim, BTVS_lightsout, BTVS_slash, btvsatsdotcom, darker_spike, spike_fics, sxandviolence, spanderslash, darker_vault, sickchicks, spike_xander, xander_slash, i_need_a_parrot, all_fics_btvs, nekid_spike
Archived Outside LJ At: adultfanfiction.net and The Spander Files
A.N. This is in response to the prompt table given to me by hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
This fic won an award!
Comments keep my muse well fed.
Previously:
"I think its high time you started learnin’. Undress me. Shoes first, then my shirt, then the pants." Xander looked up at him with a you have GOT to be kidding me look on his face. Spike frowned down at him and spoke with a clipped tone, "NOW pet. Don't make me repeat myself, you won't like what happens."
And Now:
Xander scrambled to Spike's feet, firmly convinced he was never going to outgrow his awkward and gawky stage. No matter what he did, he felt like an idiot kneeling before Spike, fingers fumbling with the laces of the bulky boots. Maybe that’s the point, make Xander feel all stupid and stuff. Stupid vampire, who’s all blond, and mean, and so totally evil! Spike sighed quietly, and lifted his foot, resting his boot on Xander’s thigh, who couldn’t help but flinch, expecting another harsh blow. When nothing else hapenned Xander looked up questioningly but Spike said nothing, waiting impatiently for his boy to obey.
He finally managed to untangle the stubborn knot and pulled first one, then the other boot off, mercifully happy that vampires didn't seem to have foot odor issues. Here he stopped, looking up Spike's lean body and tried to figure out how he was going to help take off his shirt from down on the floor when Spike snorted and snapped his fingers, making a "get up" motion with his hand.
"You're servin’ me, stand up." He watched passively as Xander stumbled to his feet, and showed no sympathy when Xander winced and flexed his toes. Bloody human needs and circulation, Spike griped to himself silently. When Xander finally stood facing him he let out a bit of a startled yip, finding himself standing much closer than he’d intended to the deadly vampire menace. Xander stumbled back a step, half from loosing his balance and half from wanting to put distance between them before Spike grabbed him with a bruising grip about his upper arm.
“No need to step back, like you close… all nice an’ warm…” Spike leaned forward and breathed deep of the boy’s scent, nose nudging the delectable curve of his earlobe, lips hovering over the healing mark on Xander’s throat. He smiled to himself when he felt the boy tremble at his cool breath caressing the bitten flesh and saw a trail of goose bumps explode over his skin. He heard the human’s breath catch, scented the burst of pheromones that perfumed the air, quickly followed by almost blinding panic. He eased back his grip, thumb rubbing the abused muscle in soothing circles while Xander struggled to remain still, immobile. He didn’t want to give the bleached menace any reason to hurt him, to make getting away any harder.
“Shirt’s next pet,” he breathed deep of the panic laced cinnamon scented boy, his face barely holding onto it’s human mask. It positively made his mouth water, but there would be a proper pace for things. He had drunk from Xander the night before, the light of the full moon bathing the human’s crimson coated throat in it’s brilliance. Spike had to wait for one full night to pass before he drunk again or the claim wouldn’t be permanent, another vampire could usurp his ownership, and he wouldn’t have that. He’d wait, and when the time came… it would be so very very sweet.
Xander tried to calm his breathing, tried not to touch the undead skin just under a thin sheath of clothing, fingers a hair’s breadth from actual contact. They were trying to tremble and shake, but he fought them to stillness. He didn’t want to touch Spike, feel that cool skin slide under his fingers, feel muscles clench and flex under that perfectly pale skin, nonono, he didn’t want that. Because that’s dirty bad wrong! He was a guy, and Xander liked girls, not undead… males. He lifted Spike’s red over shirt off his shoulders, carefully sliding it down his arms. Xander’s face almost touched Spike’s chest when he bent over to slide it completely free, he couldn’t help it, he also couldn’t help hearing Spike’s sharp intake of breath. Don’t bite me don’t bite me don’t bite me
Spike had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep silent, tasting his own undead blood flood his mouth. He could feel the heat radiating from Xander’s fingers, ghosting over his skin, never touching, teasing and taunting the demon’s craving for heat and warm fresh blood, and it was driving him mad! The boy was like a furnace, the blood pumping through his veins with each frenzied heart beat sang to him stirring his demon to barely below the surface. Spike fought it down, knowing it would only terrify the boy further, and he was already scared enough; didn’t want him piddling in his pants in terror! He now felt his own blood pooling below the belt, feeding and filling his cock inside the tight confines of his jeans. How he wished this particular spell didn’t also have a celibacy clause… or he’d have taken the boy before he’d even crawled out of the cage.
Xander was shaking visibly now, unable to stop himself any longer. He had to pull out Spike’s shirt from his pants. He had to reach his hand down Spike’s pants and pull out his shirt. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this!! I just…. I can…. Do I have to… I can’t-can! I CAN! Oh gods, I so can’t.
Spike pinched Xander’s chin between thumb and forefinger, lifting up his face till they looked eye to eye, “You refusin’ me?” He asked in a dark and deadly voice, pure blue eyes boring holes into Xander’s.
Xander twitched his head in the negative, wincing slightly when Spike’s grip tightened, holding him still.
“You respond out loud to my questions pup, clearly, respectful like. Won’t have you mumblin’ or twitchin’ about.”
Xander bit back a whimper with a gasped in breath, “N-no, not refusing. I-I’m s-sorry.” He clenched his eyes tightly, waiting for the next blow, only to open his eyes wide at the warning growl. “I’m n-not… I haven’t….”
“Haven’t done anythin’ like this before, I know, ‘s why I wanted you, why I’m bein’ so lenient... I’m gonna to make you into the perfect little pet, obedient, needy, willing, and it don’t matter if it’s not what you want ‘cause it’s what I want, your Lord and Master…” He leaned forward and flicked the tip of his tongue against Xander’s pouty lower lip, delighting in the shudder and his almost imperceptible pull back, but he stayed; either fear or Spike’s grip held him immobile, didn’t matter really.
Xander was breathing heavily, a high pitched whimper-whine coming from his throat with each constricted breath. He couldn’t move his head, but he wanted this over with as soon as possible. He felt Spike shiver slightly when his fingers barely brushed the skin at the small of the vampire’s back.
He felt tears squeak out past his control, his nose starting to get stuffy, he wanted nothing more than to be away from Spike, away from Cleveland, and just be allowed to cry… at least at home his dad left him alone long enough to cry. He flinched slightly when Spike wiped away a tear with his thumb, and quickly pulled the shirt free and slowly up.
Spike smirked to himself, and let Xander pull the shirt off, listening to his breathing and heartbeat as first his abdomen then chest then shoulders were revealed. He couldn’t help the chuckle at Xander’s increase in heartbeat, the short ragged breaths, the pungent scent of pheromones in the air, it was all adding to the heady brew, making Spike ache. Tomorrow… it’s gonna be so sweet pup. Gonna make you mine, gonna make it so you can’t ever get away.
He hissed in a breath when Xander’s scent was permeated and almost overpowered by pure terror. It was divine, delicious, and Spike wanted to eat him up. The boy was down to Spike’s pants, fingers shaking and trembling. Spike watched the human’s tongue sneak out to quickly moisten his soft full lips, obviously stalling, trying to bully himself up for the challenge. Fear poured off him in waves, tantalizing Spike. The boy didn’t know he was safe from the vampire’s attentions for this night, as far as he knew Spike was going to finish the claim right now.
Before Spike could give a warning growl Xander finally fingered the button fly. The human took a deep breath and popped it open with his thumb, fighting to keep his eyes open, obviously wanting to close them tight and deny what was happening. Spike crooned wordless praise, the back of his cool hand stroking a heated cheek, feeling his erection slowly get freed from its denim prison. The feel of cool air against the dripping slit added its own delightful sensation to the proceedings, but still Spike felt the heat radiating off the boy, a living furnace.
That was precisely when things went sideways.
Xander suddenly pulled Spike’s pants harshly down to his knees, socked him in the jaw, and made a run for it.
Spike spun from the blow and landed more or less comfortably onto the rug. So that’s why he was scared. Bloody whelp was planning an escape! Spike chuckled and tugged his pants off, getting easily to his feet. Cheeky git, he thought, a lascivious smirk on his face. He still had his spirit, still had hope, still thought there was a chance he’d get out of this safely and in one piece… Kinda cute, really. Endearing like.
With silent grace he ran after Xander, easily catching up to him and keeping him in sight. Not once did Xander spot him, even though he was madly looking behind him for pursuit at regular intervals. Spike found a spot in the shadows to hide and watch the show…
Xander stopped his mad dash towards freedom a few meters past the door to take stock of his surroundings, pick a direction to run in. That was when he noticed they were in the middle of the desert, flat sand in every direction for miles without anything larger than a small scattering of desert plants here and there. The moon was high in the sky, painting everything in it’s icy brilliance. There was nowhere to run, or to get help from, not a soul in sight, the only thing that seemed out of place was the white ribbon running the perimeter of the property, other than the property itself which had its own flavor of weird.
Xander frowned and crouched low to the ground to take a closer look at it. It seemed to be a normal fabric ribbon about five inches wide and nailed to the dry packed earth with railroad spikes. Xander couldn’t help snorting and rolling his eyes, the ribbon seemed to be nothing more than a blatant territory claim. Wonder if he pisses on it like a dog? Xander snerked at the mental image of Spike on all fours, lifting his leg to piddle his scent on his territory borders, but then Xander’s inner eye kept going, showing Spike crawl towards him, sinewy grace, a predators smile, demon eyes flashing, fangs dripping blood... Okay, maybe panther, not dog, panthers scent mark too, right?
Xander looked back behind him, at the beautiful three story Victorian inspired red brick building with every window heavily shuttered, at the lush green grass void of any weed and trimmed evenly to the perfect length coming to the edge of the ribbon, at the large trees with dark green leaves dancing in the night breeze. It was quite a nice home, now that Xander was looking at it. It was skillfully maintained, well cared for and beautifully designed, like some perfect oasis in the middle of a parched desert.
He didn’t know why he was hesitating, he should just start walking, getting as far away from here as possible, he’d find something eventually… but he was hesitating. He felt an odd sense of foreboding, like something bad was going to happen. For once, he understood what the term “it’s too quiet” meant. No one was chasing him, Spike had to have gotten up by now, he hadn’t hit him THAT hard, and he always had minions and that loopy psychotic psychic around him… so why was there no one chasing him? So… he hesitated.
Finally he got back up to his feet, casting another wary glance about him, then swallowed, gritted his teeth, and stepped over the white line. His world exploded into pain. It pulsed through him, starting at his neck and working it’s way down to his toes, then halting for a few seconds before starting up all over again, intense agony that dropped him gasping to his hands and knees, his throat convulsing and slamming shut against his control
When he fell, he landed back on the other side of the line, and the pain abruptly stopped, it didn’t take Xander long to put two and two together. He was gasping for breath, heart thudding painfully in his chest, every hair on his body standing on end. He’d felt that kind of pain before, when he’d touched an electric fence at his aunt’s farm, just not quite that intense. Suddenly he remembered the collar, and scrabbled his fingers at it, trying to get it off as soon as he felt the lock, knowing it was futile. He couldn’t find a battery pack, but it was the only thing that could have shocked him, he wasn’t wearing anything else, and wasn’t THAT something he couldn’t believe he’d forgotten.
Finally he got his body under control and sat up, scowling at that pristine white ribbon stretched taut on the ground… and got up, staring down at it in defiance. He understood now, why no one was coming after him, because he had no where to go. Xander frowned, thinking hard, maybe if he made a running jump he’d get past the invisible fence and beyond the range of the stupid collar…. He chewed his lower lip pondering his chances. He already knew how to stop the pain, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t felt pain before, he’d survive… as long as the electrical current didn’t kill him first…
He backed up a few paces, hesitated and backed up several more; if he was going to take a running jump he’d need to build up speed. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, then another because the first didn’t work, then another again, letting it out in a soft defeated moan when he realized his nerves just didn’t want to be steady. He shook his head, then his hands, and ran for the border as fast as he could before he changed his mind. He jumped.
When he crossed that border in mid-flight, he felt the pain start. The further he got from the white line, the greater the intensity of his pain. When he landed, he was spazzing about so much he landed on his face, splitting his lip and making his nose bleed. His body was so out of his control from the pain that he loosed his bladder and would have done the same to his bowels if they had had anything in them.
It took him several minutes of twitching and crawling and screaming now and again with pain but the intensity was smoothly tapering off the closer he got to the ribbon. When he finally crossed back over the border, he collapsed, sobbing openly in pain and misery. How was he supposed to escape when he couldn’t even cross the stupid border?
He didn’t hear Spike move to stand over him, didn’t even know he was there till Spike spoke, “You can’t leave pet. No one knows where we are. This place is shielded from scrying an’ satellite imagery, even plain sight. Can scream loud as you want, no one will ever hear you. Now, you know there’s no point trying to get away anymore, yeah?”
Spike reached down and pulled Xander up to his feet by his hair, listening to the human yelp and struggle futilely before he forcibly arched the human’s neck. He placed a soft kiss on the bite mark, fangs itching to descend and part that sweet flesh once more, but he held back. He licked the droplets of tears falling from Xander’s eyes until he stopped shedding them, which was pretty much instantaneous.
“You taste so good pet… so full of despair, fear, need,” Spike breathed deeply of his scent. “You’re mine, inside an’ out, body an’ soul…” he chuckled darkly when Xander started to struggle against his hold. Spike moaned low in his throat and rubbed his erection against Xander’s squirming body, crooning softly in his ear, “That’s it boy… rub yourself against me…” He pouted when Xander stopped his struggles, but couldn’t stop his trembling.
NAKED SPIKE!!!! Spike is NAKED. Why is he NAKED and outside? Shouldn’t nakedness be INSIDE? Far far away from me? Just… not here. And I’m naked. And he’s naked… does this mean he wants us naked together? Not that we aren’t together, right now, outside, and NAKED, but in the other together way, because I so cannot do that, or let him do that, or… do that.
“Go on then dead boy, kill me! Go ahead!” Xander tried to push away from Spike, but the vampire’s grip was firm.
“Not gonna kill you puppy, got way too many plans for you…”
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