Puppy Love 6/50 - Bath Tub
Title: Puppy Love 6/50 - Bath Tub
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 bath!
Word Count: 2603 (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!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her, pretty please? She's been rather quiet lately.
This fic won an award!
Xander was kneeling in the middle of the shower room, head hanging so low his chin touched his bare chest, eyes almost lethargically closed. The chains had long been removed but the cuffs were left locked around each ankle and wrist. It felt strange, vulnerable, somehow even more nude than just being naked. Every scrap of his body hair was gone, removed, and would never grow back, if the fanged menace was to be trusted. Except he wasn’t to be trusted, why would a vampire be trusted? Trusted to eat him, sure, but nothing else, nope, not at all… but it was just so much easier to give in… relax.
“Gonna give you a bath pet, gonna get you squeaky clean. C’mon pup, follow.” Spike clipped the lead on to Xander’s collar and led the unresisting boy through to the next room. The muted tones of the tiles were echoed in the next chamber, but this one wasn’t for showers.
Spike led him around the large oval shaped multi-person Jacuzzi that echoed the shape and form of the spacious corner free room and stopped in front of a large claw foot bath tub. Xander’s steps were muffled by the damp heat, a light sweat breaking out on his skin making certain raw patches start to sting. He looked slowly about the windowless room, wondering where everyone else this house had obviously been built to contain were. Bet they’re all watching fang face here give his pet the two dollar tour…
He looked down at the tub and watched the water inside steaming gently, hazy wisps of vapour rising like ghostly portents from the milky water within. There was a tub on either side of the one they stood in front of and Xander shivered silently. So far everything had been communal, large rooms lavishly appointed but obviously not built with privacy in mind. It made him nervous about what the future might hold. Vampires don’t er.. use the toilet.. so I should be able to do that alone, at least, right? He wouldn’t make me go to the bathroom in front of a guard or anything, because it’s not like I can run away, we already covered that! So it should be fine, it will be fine, and besides I really don’t think I can pee in front of an audience….
“Get in then,” Spike waved his hand towards the tub. Xander looked up at him sceptically, trying to understand what hidden motivation the vampire had to have for giving Xander an apparently warm bath after all the irritation he’d caused.
Spike took the hesitation for something it wasn’t, which was good for Xander’s continued health and well being. Spike may be somewhat lenient because of the spell’s restrictions but he did have a limit to his patience. The sides of the tub were tall and imposing, making just climbing in problematic at best. Spike nodded to himself, thinking the whelp was trying to figure the best way to get into the tub.. “There’s a step stool at the head o’ the tub. Bring it to the side, step up, step in, lay back,” he motioned with his free hand, pleased when Xander jumped into action. He watched him climb up the two steps and climb carefully into the tub. The soft hiss of pleasure that escaped the human’s lips made a smirk tease the vampire’s.
“There’s a good boy,” Spike murmured. The flash of irritation was quickly smoothed away; his eyelids were heavy, struggling to stay open in the humid heat of the room. “That’s right, just sit back an’ soak. Been a long day for you, tomorrow will be worse. Rest up while you can pet.”
Xander was already nodding off. He didn’t stir once while Spike chained him to the tub, links clacking against each other in almost musical tones. Once Xander was secure, Spike took a few steps back to take in the view. For some unknown reason the scene made him feel an echo of retribution, like he’d righted some wrong done to him in another life. He puzzled over it for a few seconds before shrugging to himself, dismissing it from his thoughts.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He woke up, hours later, after the water had cooled. Groggily, he moved about, wanting nothing more than to curl up and go back to sleep, when he noticed he couldn’t. He was chained and immobile, and he realized with a start that they’d kept him from accidentally drowning himself in his sleep.
He sat up straighter, watching the cool milky water slosh about, breaking the dancing rainbow pools of scented oils on the surface. It was quiet, the occasional plink of condensation into the Jacuzzi tub the only discernable noise. The room was lit with soft lighting behind ceiling panels, giving everything a comforting glow. He slowly slid back under the tepid water, a heavy lethargy taking him over.
What the hell am I doing? He thought to himself furiously as he sat up and started to pull madly against the chains. He scowled at the thick links and heavy weight, pulling ineffectually against them until his muscles twinged in protest and he fell sagging into the water again. Oh wait, that’s right, nowhere to go if I get out of the chains anyways, no way to get off the damned yard without being turned into a crispy critter, so it’s pretend time again. He plotted silently, trying to ignore the chill in the mineral rich water.
He’s gotta get blood from somewhere, and even if he has a stable of tasty humans to choose from in the basement, he’d gotta get them food. There has to be a way to get from here to a city, I can’t see Fang Face enjoying isolation, he enjoys the chase and taunt too much. So… I pretend… until I find out how to get out of here. Because there has to be a way to get out of here… there has to be.
He spent the rest of his time in the tub trying to plot his escape… and trying to forget how Spike had made him feel just a few short hours ago.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Xander was a shivering ball of misery by the time Spike finally made it back to him, pushing a little metal cart laden with a pitcher of gently steaming water and a large assortment of bathing supplies. The vampire frowned before walking up to the tub, curiosity was soon replaced by astonishment.
“Are you daft, or just glutton for punishment? Gave you enough wiggle room to reach the faucets, why the bleeding hell didn’t you add more hot water once it chilled? Or are you just tryin’ t’ beat me to the pass? You’ll be punished for your transgressions at my pleasure an’ by my hand, you doin’ this to yourself don’t change that,” Spike berated as he circled behind Xander, pushing the cart along with him.
“I…I… wait, what?” What the hell is he talking about? I was allowed to… why didn’t I even try? Why did I just… what, wait here like a good boy? What the hell is the matter with me? Xander gaped open mouthed at Spike, trying to think of something to say, but kept coming up blank.
Spike sighed and shook his head, tsking softly in gentle reprimand. He leant over the back of the tub and reached into the tepid water to unplug the drain. He smirked at the sound of the chains rattling against the tub as Xander flinched instinctively away from him. Such lovely sounds they make. Bet he’d look pretty in bells… His nostrils flared as he caught the scent, cool lips parted to dance it across his pallet, tasting the fragrant bouquet of fear wafting from the boy. “Smell so good pet, want to taste you….” The fear was now laced with a bubbly explosion of pheromones. It was a heady mixture that raced through his blood, stirring his more carnal hunger to echo his thirst.
With a careful eye on the temperature of the water, he refilled the tub. “Suppose I should ‘ave told you ya? Yeah? Could, but you’ve got good instincts, might just live longer than you give yourself credit for,” he murmured in the human’s ear, watching the goose bumps dance down his skin at the feathery caress of his cool breath. Suddenly the chains clanked as Xander jerked his hands towards his crotch, but the chains prevented him from hiding his erection from view.
“Can’t touch that pet, it’s mine.”
“Wait, what? I wasn’t touching!” Xander looked panicked at the thought, Spike’s clear blue eyes boring into his in a smirking disbelief. “I wasn’t! You don’t make me want to touch myself!”
“Sure pet, keep tellin’ yourself that.” Spike fiddled with the water temperature again before turning on the free shower head in it’s little wire holder. He picked it up and aimed it at Xander’s brown waves.
“I wasn’t!” Xander fumed, determined to get the truth out there. Why would I want to touch myself because of him? That was just the injection, before, right? That shot they gave me before they put me in that damned bag? It’s over! It’s done! And I wasn’t! I really really wasn’t! “I was trying to hide… myself. I didn’t-don’t want to touch myself! You’re using vampire tricks to get me relaxed and all thralled and stuff! I’m not falling for it blood breath! I’m smarter than I look you know!” Oh yeah, that’ll teach him. I bet he’s all scared and stuff from my manly Man-Man powers! He sighed to himself, trying to stop his trembling before it rattled his chains.
Spike couldn’t help sliding his tongue up the shell of Xander’s ear, lapping at the warm water covering it. He heard Xander gasp in a breath in surprise, the end fading off into a barely heard moan. Don’t want me at all, do you boy? “What about now?”
Spike’s voice echoed huskily in Xander’s ear, making him shiver instead of tremble. He looked down at his hands, watching with detached interest as his hands almost rhythmically tightened into fists instead of laying spread out and open to protect his blatant arousal from view. It bobbed in the water, obviously eager and stupidly responsive.
“I-I-I… I’m not… I don’t want to, no.” The last word faded out into a needy whine when Spike’s cool fingers caressed his nipple almost casually.
“Good thing then, since you aren’t allowed.” Spike smirked, massaging the boy’s scalp as the shower head sprayed a soft stream of warm water. He turned it off and got a handful of unscented shampoo. He massaged it gently into the scalp with his slender fingers, frowning softly at the length. “Not nearly long enough,” he twined his fingers through the short sable locks. Suddenly he pinched what he could into his fist, “I prefer a nice fistful, better to guide you with.”
Xander flinched away as soon as Spike released him, failing to evade the caressing fingers. They are so not soothing and calming and making me all relaxed and …. Killer vampire dammit! SNAP OUT OF IT! “What are you talking about? I’m not about to let you tell me what I can and can’t do with my own body! Not that I want to do anything, but you’re so not the captain of this Xander-ship! And I like my hair short, it’s easier to take care of!”
Spike slapped him gently on the back of the head before going back to his shampooing. “Watch your tongue, or I’ll rip it from your skull an’ throttle you with it. Don’t need it to whimper an’ moan. Or make those cute beggin’ sounds with your pleading eyes all warm and wet…” Spike seemed to drift off into a pleasant thought before he shook himself and rinsed the shampoo out of Xander’s hair, careful not to get any in his eyes.
“You’re mine, pet. I bought you, paid good bloody money too. Besides that I want to own you, my little puppy, all warm and human. Gonna treat you right, get you trained an’ all well behaved… an’ as part of your training, whelp, you’ll be forbidden to touch yourself. This means no wankin’, no scratching, no washin’ yourself, and if you take a piss my hand will be the one guiding you. I don’t trust you not to ruin what’s mine, so you aren’t permitted to touch. Oughta thank you, I suppose, for tellin’ me you won’t obey that, just means you gotta stay bound.” He applied more shampoo to Xander’s hair, washing away the stink of the stables.
“What are you doing Spike? Since when have you taken a human pet?” Xander blurted out.
“Been readin’ up on me, have you? Good, should know what I’m capable of,” Spike said as he rinsed out the shampoo. He then gently worked in a thick conditioner, coating each strand carefully.
“Dru sent me t’pick you up, an’ I’m glad she did. Been wantin’ to sink myself into you since the night Peaches offered a taste. Just like the good ol’ days. Him an’ me, some poor unlucky sod mauled an’ abused between us as we drank our fill. Was lookin’ forward to that, reuniting with my Sire.” Spike sighed, “But course he ‘ad to be all souled, an’ just usin’ a nummy treat as a distraction. He picked you, you know, knew my weakness for your type. Anyways, you’re mine now, I have no inclination t’ get rid of you. Kill you, maybe, maim you, possibly, but I’d never just get rid of you pet. I keep what’s mine.”
Xander had stopped struggling long ago, falling victim to the experienced hands, Bet he does this for Miss Loony Toons, is why he’s so good, really. All unfair, stupid vampire, with the practised fingers and stuff!
“Gonna give you a choice, pup. Tomorrow we finish the claiming, you have no choice on that, but you get to decide if you join in an’ enjoy it, or fight it an’ suffer. Thought I’d give you some time on that.”
“WHAT? Like I’d ever just… just let you do anything to me or like I’d just sit back, or join in! Why would I join in? I’m not letting you do anything to me!”
Spike growled. “You’ll get your punishment for your disrespect an’ disobedience after, pet, so you get t’ decide how you go into it. Remember, I won’t let up just ‘cause your arse is raw an’ bleedin’. You can go in strong, maybe earn some brownie points, or go in already broken an’ get me while I’m angry.” He calmly rinsed the heavy conditioner out of his human’s hair.
“And I said-”
“Won’t take your decision now puppy, want you to think on it first.” When Xander opened his mouth to retort, Spike popped in a ball gag and swiftly locked it on behind his head. Xander made a muffled sound of protest.
“You need to think, and your voice is gratin’ on my last nerve pet. Stop pushin’ me or I’ll just forget the claim an’ drink you dry right now. Give me less of a headache and a tasty snack.” Xander quieted almost instantly, Spike smiled as he scrubbed Xander’s torso with a soapy wash cloth.
The rest of the bath went on in silence, Spike tending his pet while his pet tended his thoughts.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 5 - Shaving
Next Chapter: Chapter 7 - Plug
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 bath!
Word Count: 2603 (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!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her, pretty please? She's been rather quiet lately.
This fic won an award!
Xander was kneeling in the middle of the shower room, head hanging so low his chin touched his bare chest, eyes almost lethargically closed. The chains had long been removed but the cuffs were left locked around each ankle and wrist. It felt strange, vulnerable, somehow even more nude than just being naked. Every scrap of his body hair was gone, removed, and would never grow back, if the fanged menace was to be trusted. Except he wasn’t to be trusted, why would a vampire be trusted? Trusted to eat him, sure, but nothing else, nope, not at all… but it was just so much easier to give in… relax.
“Gonna give you a bath pet, gonna get you squeaky clean. C’mon pup, follow.” Spike clipped the lead on to Xander’s collar and led the unresisting boy through to the next room. The muted tones of the tiles were echoed in the next chamber, but this one wasn’t for showers.
Spike led him around the large oval shaped multi-person Jacuzzi that echoed the shape and form of the spacious corner free room and stopped in front of a large claw foot bath tub. Xander’s steps were muffled by the damp heat, a light sweat breaking out on his skin making certain raw patches start to sting. He looked slowly about the windowless room, wondering where everyone else this house had obviously been built to contain were. Bet they’re all watching fang face here give his pet the two dollar tour…
He looked down at the tub and watched the water inside steaming gently, hazy wisps of vapour rising like ghostly portents from the milky water within. There was a tub on either side of the one they stood in front of and Xander shivered silently. So far everything had been communal, large rooms lavishly appointed but obviously not built with privacy in mind. It made him nervous about what the future might hold. Vampires don’t er.. use the toilet.. so I should be able to do that alone, at least, right? He wouldn’t make me go to the bathroom in front of a guard or anything, because it’s not like I can run away, we already covered that! So it should be fine, it will be fine, and besides I really don’t think I can pee in front of an audience….
“Get in then,” Spike waved his hand towards the tub. Xander looked up at him sceptically, trying to understand what hidden motivation the vampire had to have for giving Xander an apparently warm bath after all the irritation he’d caused.
Spike took the hesitation for something it wasn’t, which was good for Xander’s continued health and well being. Spike may be somewhat lenient because of the spell’s restrictions but he did have a limit to his patience. The sides of the tub were tall and imposing, making just climbing in problematic at best. Spike nodded to himself, thinking the whelp was trying to figure the best way to get into the tub.. “There’s a step stool at the head o’ the tub. Bring it to the side, step up, step in, lay back,” he motioned with his free hand, pleased when Xander jumped into action. He watched him climb up the two steps and climb carefully into the tub. The soft hiss of pleasure that escaped the human’s lips made a smirk tease the vampire’s.
“There’s a good boy,” Spike murmured. The flash of irritation was quickly smoothed away; his eyelids were heavy, struggling to stay open in the humid heat of the room. “That’s right, just sit back an’ soak. Been a long day for you, tomorrow will be worse. Rest up while you can pet.”
Xander was already nodding off. He didn’t stir once while Spike chained him to the tub, links clacking against each other in almost musical tones. Once Xander was secure, Spike took a few steps back to take in the view. For some unknown reason the scene made him feel an echo of retribution, like he’d righted some wrong done to him in another life. He puzzled over it for a few seconds before shrugging to himself, dismissing it from his thoughts.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He woke up, hours later, after the water had cooled. Groggily, he moved about, wanting nothing more than to curl up and go back to sleep, when he noticed he couldn’t. He was chained and immobile, and he realized with a start that they’d kept him from accidentally drowning himself in his sleep.
He sat up straighter, watching the cool milky water slosh about, breaking the dancing rainbow pools of scented oils on the surface. It was quiet, the occasional plink of condensation into the Jacuzzi tub the only discernable noise. The room was lit with soft lighting behind ceiling panels, giving everything a comforting glow. He slowly slid back under the tepid water, a heavy lethargy taking him over.
What the hell am I doing? He thought to himself furiously as he sat up and started to pull madly against the chains. He scowled at the thick links and heavy weight, pulling ineffectually against them until his muscles twinged in protest and he fell sagging into the water again. Oh wait, that’s right, nowhere to go if I get out of the chains anyways, no way to get off the damned yard without being turned into a crispy critter, so it’s pretend time again. He plotted silently, trying to ignore the chill in the mineral rich water.
He’s gotta get blood from somewhere, and even if he has a stable of tasty humans to choose from in the basement, he’d gotta get them food. There has to be a way to get from here to a city, I can’t see Fang Face enjoying isolation, he enjoys the chase and taunt too much. So… I pretend… until I find out how to get out of here. Because there has to be a way to get out of here… there has to be.
He spent the rest of his time in the tub trying to plot his escape… and trying to forget how Spike had made him feel just a few short hours ago.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Xander was a shivering ball of misery by the time Spike finally made it back to him, pushing a little metal cart laden with a pitcher of gently steaming water and a large assortment of bathing supplies. The vampire frowned before walking up to the tub, curiosity was soon replaced by astonishment.
“Are you daft, or just glutton for punishment? Gave you enough wiggle room to reach the faucets, why the bleeding hell didn’t you add more hot water once it chilled? Or are you just tryin’ t’ beat me to the pass? You’ll be punished for your transgressions at my pleasure an’ by my hand, you doin’ this to yourself don’t change that,” Spike berated as he circled behind Xander, pushing the cart along with him.
“I…I… wait, what?” What the hell is he talking about? I was allowed to… why didn’t I even try? Why did I just… what, wait here like a good boy? What the hell is the matter with me? Xander gaped open mouthed at Spike, trying to think of something to say, but kept coming up blank.
Spike sighed and shook his head, tsking softly in gentle reprimand. He leant over the back of the tub and reached into the tepid water to unplug the drain. He smirked at the sound of the chains rattling against the tub as Xander flinched instinctively away from him. Such lovely sounds they make. Bet he’d look pretty in bells… His nostrils flared as he caught the scent, cool lips parted to dance it across his pallet, tasting the fragrant bouquet of fear wafting from the boy. “Smell so good pet, want to taste you….” The fear was now laced with a bubbly explosion of pheromones. It was a heady mixture that raced through his blood, stirring his more carnal hunger to echo his thirst.
With a careful eye on the temperature of the water, he refilled the tub. “Suppose I should ‘ave told you ya? Yeah? Could, but you’ve got good instincts, might just live longer than you give yourself credit for,” he murmured in the human’s ear, watching the goose bumps dance down his skin at the feathery caress of his cool breath. Suddenly the chains clanked as Xander jerked his hands towards his crotch, but the chains prevented him from hiding his erection from view.
“Can’t touch that pet, it’s mine.”
“Wait, what? I wasn’t touching!” Xander looked panicked at the thought, Spike’s clear blue eyes boring into his in a smirking disbelief. “I wasn’t! You don’t make me want to touch myself!”
“Sure pet, keep tellin’ yourself that.” Spike fiddled with the water temperature again before turning on the free shower head in it’s little wire holder. He picked it up and aimed it at Xander’s brown waves.
“I wasn’t!” Xander fumed, determined to get the truth out there. Why would I want to touch myself because of him? That was just the injection, before, right? That shot they gave me before they put me in that damned bag? It’s over! It’s done! And I wasn’t! I really really wasn’t! “I was trying to hide… myself. I didn’t-don’t want to touch myself! You’re using vampire tricks to get me relaxed and all thralled and stuff! I’m not falling for it blood breath! I’m smarter than I look you know!” Oh yeah, that’ll teach him. I bet he’s all scared and stuff from my manly Man-Man powers! He sighed to himself, trying to stop his trembling before it rattled his chains.
Spike couldn’t help sliding his tongue up the shell of Xander’s ear, lapping at the warm water covering it. He heard Xander gasp in a breath in surprise, the end fading off into a barely heard moan. Don’t want me at all, do you boy? “What about now?”
Spike’s voice echoed huskily in Xander’s ear, making him shiver instead of tremble. He looked down at his hands, watching with detached interest as his hands almost rhythmically tightened into fists instead of laying spread out and open to protect his blatant arousal from view. It bobbed in the water, obviously eager and stupidly responsive.
“I-I-I… I’m not… I don’t want to, no.” The last word faded out into a needy whine when Spike’s cool fingers caressed his nipple almost casually.
“Good thing then, since you aren’t allowed.” Spike smirked, massaging the boy’s scalp as the shower head sprayed a soft stream of warm water. He turned it off and got a handful of unscented shampoo. He massaged it gently into the scalp with his slender fingers, frowning softly at the length. “Not nearly long enough,” he twined his fingers through the short sable locks. Suddenly he pinched what he could into his fist, “I prefer a nice fistful, better to guide you with.”
Xander flinched away as soon as Spike released him, failing to evade the caressing fingers. They are so not soothing and calming and making me all relaxed and …. Killer vampire dammit! SNAP OUT OF IT! “What are you talking about? I’m not about to let you tell me what I can and can’t do with my own body! Not that I want to do anything, but you’re so not the captain of this Xander-ship! And I like my hair short, it’s easier to take care of!”
Spike slapped him gently on the back of the head before going back to his shampooing. “Watch your tongue, or I’ll rip it from your skull an’ throttle you with it. Don’t need it to whimper an’ moan. Or make those cute beggin’ sounds with your pleading eyes all warm and wet…” Spike seemed to drift off into a pleasant thought before he shook himself and rinsed the shampoo out of Xander’s hair, careful not to get any in his eyes.
“You’re mine, pet. I bought you, paid good bloody money too. Besides that I want to own you, my little puppy, all warm and human. Gonna treat you right, get you trained an’ all well behaved… an’ as part of your training, whelp, you’ll be forbidden to touch yourself. This means no wankin’, no scratching, no washin’ yourself, and if you take a piss my hand will be the one guiding you. I don’t trust you not to ruin what’s mine, so you aren’t permitted to touch. Oughta thank you, I suppose, for tellin’ me you won’t obey that, just means you gotta stay bound.” He applied more shampoo to Xander’s hair, washing away the stink of the stables.
“What are you doing Spike? Since when have you taken a human pet?” Xander blurted out.
“Been readin’ up on me, have you? Good, should know what I’m capable of,” Spike said as he rinsed out the shampoo. He then gently worked in a thick conditioner, coating each strand carefully.
“Dru sent me t’pick you up, an’ I’m glad she did. Been wantin’ to sink myself into you since the night Peaches offered a taste. Just like the good ol’ days. Him an’ me, some poor unlucky sod mauled an’ abused between us as we drank our fill. Was lookin’ forward to that, reuniting with my Sire.” Spike sighed, “But course he ‘ad to be all souled, an’ just usin’ a nummy treat as a distraction. He picked you, you know, knew my weakness for your type. Anyways, you’re mine now, I have no inclination t’ get rid of you. Kill you, maybe, maim you, possibly, but I’d never just get rid of you pet. I keep what’s mine.”
Xander had stopped struggling long ago, falling victim to the experienced hands, Bet he does this for Miss Loony Toons, is why he’s so good, really. All unfair, stupid vampire, with the practised fingers and stuff!
“Gonna give you a choice, pup. Tomorrow we finish the claiming, you have no choice on that, but you get to decide if you join in an’ enjoy it, or fight it an’ suffer. Thought I’d give you some time on that.”
“WHAT? Like I’d ever just… just let you do anything to me or like I’d just sit back, or join in! Why would I join in? I’m not letting you do anything to me!”
Spike growled. “You’ll get your punishment for your disrespect an’ disobedience after, pet, so you get t’ decide how you go into it. Remember, I won’t let up just ‘cause your arse is raw an’ bleedin’. You can go in strong, maybe earn some brownie points, or go in already broken an’ get me while I’m angry.” He calmly rinsed the heavy conditioner out of his human’s hair.
“And I said-”
“Won’t take your decision now puppy, want you to think on it first.” When Xander opened his mouth to retort, Spike popped in a ball gag and swiftly locked it on behind his head. Xander made a muffled sound of protest.
“You need to think, and your voice is gratin’ on my last nerve pet. Stop pushin’ me or I’ll just forget the claim an’ drink you dry right now. Give me less of a headache and a tasty snack.” Xander quieted almost instantly, Spike smiled as he scrubbed Xander’s torso with a soapy wash cloth.
The rest of the bath went on in silence, Spike tending his pet while his pet tended his thoughts.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 5 - Shaving
Next Chapter: Chapter 7 - Plug
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.