Puppy Love 10/50 - Cereal
Title: Puppy Love 10/50 - Cereal
Pairings: Spander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... R
Warnings: Slavery, nudity, lotta the same from the previous chapter. humiliation, gags, exhibitionism, forced feeding (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: Xander finally gets fed.
Word Count: 2622 (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.
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He woke up in the crate again, this time minus the pillow and blanket but plus a stiff neck and uncontrollable shivering. I’m so cold… He wondered if Spike had taken too much blood. He remembered reading about blood loss making you feel cold, and he had been drunk from twice in as many days. The only thing he’d had to eat or drink was a mouthful of vampire blood and while it eased his parched throat and cleared his head he was sure it had no nutritional value.Gotta be running low on red corpuscles, everything’s all spinny and cold and I feel all floppy..
He curled up tighter, feeling tears prick his eyes and tremble to spill down his cheeks while the reality of his situation slowly sank in. He was alive, he knew that that one last hope had been taken away as soon as he woke up. He was alive and dehydrated and oh so very hungry. He’d been violated in front of an audience while he cried and screamed and begged. And now he was bound and claimed to a psychotic vampire who’d earned his nickname from his favored torture-to-death technique.
He looked briefly around the room before he crashed back down on the thin mattress. Floppy. So very very floppy.. Not that there was much to see when he looked around. He was back in Spike’s well appointed room; apparently he’d been brought here after everything had been… completed, and he was still as naked as before. This time though, he was even more naked since he wasn’t wearing the blindfold or gag.
His thoughts were interrupted when the door opened to let in a smirking and satisfied looking Spike carrying a covered tray. The vampire strode leisurely into the room wearing nothing but black denim jeans with the top button undone so it rode low on slim hips. The vampire put the tray down on top of Xander’s cage before sprawling out on his side beside it, stretching languidly. Xander heard his stomach growl and tasted his own sticky blood on his tongue when it snaked out to lick his bleeding and parched lips. He swallowed back a flood of saliva and thought, Finally! Food!
“Have a nice sleep then did we?” He sounded smug. Smug and satisfied. Smug, satisfied and completely at ease as he gazed with open lechery at his caged pet.
Xander looked away, ignoring the warning tsk that Spike gave him for breaking the very first rule. He didn’t care, he was too tired to fight against his body anymore. His eyes drifted closed, lids too heavy to keep open any longer.
“Still tired pet? Poor thing, had a rough night, didn’t you? I’ll let you off this time puppy, but don’t make a habit of it. Now, got your din-dins here an’ you gotta learn the proper rules for it.”
Xander kept his eyes closed, swallowing back another wave of saliva at the mention of food. He tried to hold still, fighting back against whimpers. Food… what’s he gonna make me do for food? Oh god. He’s gonna make this hard for me, I know he is. He’s probably gonna make it so hard for me that I can’t do it, so I may as well not get my hopes up. I’m gonna starve to death or die from dehydration or something, aren’t I? Stupid vampire, with his stupid vampire kinks and stupid vampire urges.
He heard the tray being lifted, something being picked up and rattling against the side of the cage before Spike spoke again. “This is what you get each day. Either finish it on your own durin’ the day or I force what’s left down your throat with a funnel. No pet o’ mine is gonna get sickly from under eating.”
Xander frowned as he listened, wondering at the apparent concern in his captors tone.
“Got way to many plans for you.”
And there’s the open lechery. Of course he doesn’t care. Why would he care? I’m just a toy to him. His stomach growled loudly and he sighed, opening his eyes to see what it was he was supposed to eat. When they finally focused on the contraption attached to the side of the cage he had to rub them in astonishment.
“You want me to what?” Xander exclaimed with a cracked and rough voice, backing up until he was pressed into the bars of his crate. It stared back at him, a mocking, single eye dribbling something brownish in a slow fat drop. The rest of it was a clear cylinder, showing just how much he had left to consume for the day.
Spike smirked down at him, resting his elbows on top of the crate as he squatted beside the feeding device. He ignored the outburst, delighted that there was still so much fire and spark left in the boy. They’da just sold him for fodder, he’d never have survived, never have been treasured and appreciated. He’s such a lucky puppy, so lucky my Dru took a shining to him.
“Yeah pet, that’s right. Either you do it an’ train yourself proper or I ram a funnel down your neck an’ pour it down. It’s all you need, hydration, nutrients, vitamins an’ all that rot Everything a human needs on a daily basis to be healthy an’ safe. Taste is rather bland, what with it being meant for coma patients and all, but it’ll keep you going.” Again that smirk teased his lips while Xander glared balefully at him from his hunched position. “Keep you goin’, so you won’t have any excuses.”
“Why are you doing this?” He tried not to whine, tried to sound strong and sure and confident. Spike saw through it all with ease and let him know it with a cool assessing look. Xander blushed hotly, feeling his face burn at having his bluff so easily seen through.
“Because you’re mine,” came the easy and succinct answer.
“Wh…what?” Xander wracked his brain, trying to understand what exactly Spike could possibly mean.
“That night at the high school you silly whelp, the night m’ Grand Sire gave you to me. Been mine since then, you have. Just waited till now to come an’ collect you. And now that I got you, I ain’t gonna let you go.” He padded from the room on bare feet, a slow smile teasing his lips and left behind a confused and stubborn pet. We’ll see how long he lasts.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The first night, Xander didn’t touch it. He couldn’t bring himself to just… do it, so he didn’t. Part of him hoped Spike had been exaggerating about what he’d do if Xander didn’t eat, but most of him knew it was a hollow hope.
It glared at him, that single eye dripping pale brown drops. The cylinder was full the day was almost done and Spike was due home any moment. He stared back at it, trying to will himself to look away and failing. The pale fleshy looking column was capped by a thick and bulbous mushroom head, the center drilled hollow so the whole thing was like a giant straw. He understood the principle of it, it made sense intellectually, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to see just how right he was.
Spike strode in as dawn was kissing the sky, not that Xander knew that, and took one look at the feeding contraption before stalking towards the cage. Xander cowered away from the door, as far away from the drooling dildo as he could get. The cage door was ripped open and a searching arm thrust inside. Xander slapped ineffectually at the hand, but it grabbed a flailing wrist with ease and dragged him out.
He was strapped down to a wooden chair, secured so tightly the most he could do was flex his toes and fingers. His head was tilted up and strapped back and between his lips and teeth was a long black funnel. Spike really did pour every single drop of left over food down Xander’s throat, ignoring the coughing and struggling and barely tolerated the gasping and gagging. If it wasn’t for the vampire blood that had been forced down his throat during the ceremony it would have just surged out of him again but it stayed down, once more his body betrayed him. When he was finally finished, Xander was unstrapped and lead with bleary and tear blinded eyes to his cage where he was shoved inside again.
This went on for three days.
Three days of being forced to go to the bathroom in his crate, the tray beneath cleaned out by a minion. He was carried into the shower room and hosed down with almost frigid water, then left once more in Spike’s room with his task staring balefully at him. The room was kept at temperatures that while he wouldn’t get ill he also wouldn’t be comfortable, can’t have puppy getting sick now could we?
He tried yelling, swearing, fighting. He made promises and vows and still he was ignored. He spent every day by himself, to contemplate his fate and the ultimatum he’d been given, and when Spike returned from wherever he spent his evenings he was pulled out of his cage for his forced feeding.
On the fourth evening, he finally gave in.
Spike had just closed the door with a soft click, leaving Xander once more alone. Once more alone to ponder his fate. He was covered in bruises, they mottled his skin at ankles and wrists, about his throat and chest. He shuddered silently, reliving his hours of long abandonment, the unspoken promise for distraction and companionship if he’d just eat hung in the air before him. All he had to do was eat, and Spike was forcing him to do it anyways.
At least this way he wouldn’t get any more bruises, and it wouldn’t hurt his throat, and he’d be able to take his time and goddammit! it didn’t mean he was gay!
He crawled forward, eyeing the hollow rubber dildo with distaste and distrust. It looked like such an easy premise, suck the dildo, get the food, yet he knew Spike wouldn’t make things that easy on him. There was a trick, a trap, something that would jump out and bite him or something.
He flicked it with a finger, watching it bob in the air in response, a bead of brownish semi-liquid cereal oozed to the tip before landing with a moist splat on the tray liner beneath his cage.
Look at it this way, I can’t get it off the side of the cage… well… actually… He frowned to himself, looking at how it was attached to the side of the cage. Butterfly nuts, those are easy to undo, and then it won’t be stuck to the cage anymore and then I can- he snorted and hung his head when the reality hit him. Then I can have it fall to the ground to spill and stain the carpet. Knowing Spike he’ll make me suck it clean.
He looked around the room once more, and again came up empty. He had nothing to do all day but look around the empty room and wait for Spike to force feed him. The daily hosing down was also another high point of his day which culminated in darkness when Bleachie slept and he was left alone again to either sleep or stare into the utter darkness until it started staring back.
He knew what was expected of him. He understood the unspoken rule and the promise to end his tedium and solitude if only he’d give in. He also knew being left alone was only part of the punishment… more was coming. Why Spike was waiting was beyond him though, but he could tell he was. It hung in the air, heavy and charged, striking sparks between them when they touched or caught gazes, which was actually fairly often. Spike loved to drink in his face, and since Spike was the only ‘new’ and changing thing in the room Xander couldn’t help but watch.
Xander tried to talk at first, but soon learned his lesson. If he talked in Spike’s presence the vampire just gagged him until his next feeding, and if he talked when Spike wasn’t there the sound of his own voice filling the room sounded alien and startled him. So he said nothing, his babble removed from his arsenal of self denial and it just made everything that much more real.
It was such a small thing, and it would make his life so much easier to give him. No more being dragged out by his… well whatever Spike happened to grab that night, to be tied to that horrid chair and have that funnel shoved down his throat. Oh that would be nice. And it really was such a small tiny thing. Well, okay, it wasn’t tiny or small. It was definitely bigger than his and from what he’d seen his wasn’t that tiny either. Not that he’d seen much. Or looked. Or anything. But he knew he wasn’t small and the dildo was bigger.
He licked the small drop and pressed it down his tongue, tasting it and feeling the texture. This was his first ability to taste the food he’d been forced to ingest and as taste tests go, it was rather tame. It tasted bland, perhaps a bit sweet like plain oatmeal, but very very bland. I can do this… This is something I can do. And it’s really such a small thing, and it will make things so much easier… it will. It really will. I’m not giving up! I’m not! I’m just… choosing my battles. I’m allowed to do that! Aren’t I? An eternity of being alone and cold and force fed… or just take it how it’s offered. I can do it. I can… I can…
He kept trying to convince himself, running an inspirational monologue in his head to urge him to just… do it. Finally he darted a look around and sucked the thick mushroom shaped head past his lips. He curled his lips around the head and gave it a soft suck, and was rewarded by a tiny trickle of food. Xander clenched his eyes shut and sucked harder, biting back a whimper while he slowly filled his mouth with a tepid tasteless load to swallow.
He eventually learned the trick of it, to swallow it further, to run a massaging tongue along the underside to encourage the flow, to milk it with his fists as he sucked and swallowed.
He learned all the best ways to get more and more of the cereal while he nursed throughout the day on the dispenser. He learned how deep he could take it, how long he could suck on one breath, just how agile a babble trained tongue was, and a plethora of other tidbits. It worked wonders to while away the boring hours of his seclusion, giving him something to concentrate on and experiment with, which was probably what Spike had intended in the first place, but Xander didn’t care. It was a distraction that was very welcome during his lonely hours, and he indulged so often and for so long that he was finished well before Spike returned.
When the vampire finally came back at the end of his night doing whatever it was he did and saw the container was not only empty but completely drained dry he snorted and walked to his nightstand to turn on a radio.
Xander’s silence was finally broken. Unfortunately, the same was starting to be true for him.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 9 - Savor
Next Chapter: Chapter 11 - Whip
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.
Pairings: Spander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... R
Warnings: Slavery, nudity, lotta the same from the previous chapter. humiliation, gags, exhibitionism, forced feeding (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: Xander finally gets fed.
Word Count: 2622 (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!
He woke up in the crate again, this time minus the pillow and blanket but plus a stiff neck and uncontrollable shivering. I’m so cold… He wondered if Spike had taken too much blood. He remembered reading about blood loss making you feel cold, and he had been drunk from twice in as many days. The only thing he’d had to eat or drink was a mouthful of vampire blood and while it eased his parched throat and cleared his head he was sure it had no nutritional value.Gotta be running low on red corpuscles, everything’s all spinny and cold and I feel all floppy..
He curled up tighter, feeling tears prick his eyes and tremble to spill down his cheeks while the reality of his situation slowly sank in. He was alive, he knew that that one last hope had been taken away as soon as he woke up. He was alive and dehydrated and oh so very hungry. He’d been violated in front of an audience while he cried and screamed and begged. And now he was bound and claimed to a psychotic vampire who’d earned his nickname from his favored torture-to-death technique.
He looked briefly around the room before he crashed back down on the thin mattress. Floppy. So very very floppy.. Not that there was much to see when he looked around. He was back in Spike’s well appointed room; apparently he’d been brought here after everything had been… completed, and he was still as naked as before. This time though, he was even more naked since he wasn’t wearing the blindfold or gag.
His thoughts were interrupted when the door opened to let in a smirking and satisfied looking Spike carrying a covered tray. The vampire strode leisurely into the room wearing nothing but black denim jeans with the top button undone so it rode low on slim hips. The vampire put the tray down on top of Xander’s cage before sprawling out on his side beside it, stretching languidly. Xander heard his stomach growl and tasted his own sticky blood on his tongue when it snaked out to lick his bleeding and parched lips. He swallowed back a flood of saliva and thought, Finally! Food!
“Have a nice sleep then did we?” He sounded smug. Smug and satisfied. Smug, satisfied and completely at ease as he gazed with open lechery at his caged pet.
Xander looked away, ignoring the warning tsk that Spike gave him for breaking the very first rule. He didn’t care, he was too tired to fight against his body anymore. His eyes drifted closed, lids too heavy to keep open any longer.
“Still tired pet? Poor thing, had a rough night, didn’t you? I’ll let you off this time puppy, but don’t make a habit of it. Now, got your din-dins here an’ you gotta learn the proper rules for it.”
Xander kept his eyes closed, swallowing back another wave of saliva at the mention of food. He tried to hold still, fighting back against whimpers. Food… what’s he gonna make me do for food? Oh god. He’s gonna make this hard for me, I know he is. He’s probably gonna make it so hard for me that I can’t do it, so I may as well not get my hopes up. I’m gonna starve to death or die from dehydration or something, aren’t I? Stupid vampire, with his stupid vampire kinks and stupid vampire urges.
He heard the tray being lifted, something being picked up and rattling against the side of the cage before Spike spoke again. “This is what you get each day. Either finish it on your own durin’ the day or I force what’s left down your throat with a funnel. No pet o’ mine is gonna get sickly from under eating.”
Xander frowned as he listened, wondering at the apparent concern in his captors tone.
“Got way to many plans for you.”
And there’s the open lechery. Of course he doesn’t care. Why would he care? I’m just a toy to him. His stomach growled loudly and he sighed, opening his eyes to see what it was he was supposed to eat. When they finally focused on the contraption attached to the side of the cage he had to rub them in astonishment.
“You want me to what?” Xander exclaimed with a cracked and rough voice, backing up until he was pressed into the bars of his crate. It stared back at him, a mocking, single eye dribbling something brownish in a slow fat drop. The rest of it was a clear cylinder, showing just how much he had left to consume for the day.
Spike smirked down at him, resting his elbows on top of the crate as he squatted beside the feeding device. He ignored the outburst, delighted that there was still so much fire and spark left in the boy. They’da just sold him for fodder, he’d never have survived, never have been treasured and appreciated. He’s such a lucky puppy, so lucky my Dru took a shining to him.
“Yeah pet, that’s right. Either you do it an’ train yourself proper or I ram a funnel down your neck an’ pour it down. It’s all you need, hydration, nutrients, vitamins an’ all that rot Everything a human needs on a daily basis to be healthy an’ safe. Taste is rather bland, what with it being meant for coma patients and all, but it’ll keep you going.” Again that smirk teased his lips while Xander glared balefully at him from his hunched position. “Keep you goin’, so you won’t have any excuses.”
“Why are you doing this?” He tried not to whine, tried to sound strong and sure and confident. Spike saw through it all with ease and let him know it with a cool assessing look. Xander blushed hotly, feeling his face burn at having his bluff so easily seen through.
“Because you’re mine,” came the easy and succinct answer.
“Wh…what?” Xander wracked his brain, trying to understand what exactly Spike could possibly mean.
“That night at the high school you silly whelp, the night m’ Grand Sire gave you to me. Been mine since then, you have. Just waited till now to come an’ collect you. And now that I got you, I ain’t gonna let you go.” He padded from the room on bare feet, a slow smile teasing his lips and left behind a confused and stubborn pet. We’ll see how long he lasts.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The first night, Xander didn’t touch it. He couldn’t bring himself to just… do it, so he didn’t. Part of him hoped Spike had been exaggerating about what he’d do if Xander didn’t eat, but most of him knew it was a hollow hope.
It glared at him, that single eye dripping pale brown drops. The cylinder was full the day was almost done and Spike was due home any moment. He stared back at it, trying to will himself to look away and failing. The pale fleshy looking column was capped by a thick and bulbous mushroom head, the center drilled hollow so the whole thing was like a giant straw. He understood the principle of it, it made sense intellectually, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to see just how right he was.
Spike strode in as dawn was kissing the sky, not that Xander knew that, and took one look at the feeding contraption before stalking towards the cage. Xander cowered away from the door, as far away from the drooling dildo as he could get. The cage door was ripped open and a searching arm thrust inside. Xander slapped ineffectually at the hand, but it grabbed a flailing wrist with ease and dragged him out.
He was strapped down to a wooden chair, secured so tightly the most he could do was flex his toes and fingers. His head was tilted up and strapped back and between his lips and teeth was a long black funnel. Spike really did pour every single drop of left over food down Xander’s throat, ignoring the coughing and struggling and barely tolerated the gasping and gagging. If it wasn’t for the vampire blood that had been forced down his throat during the ceremony it would have just surged out of him again but it stayed down, once more his body betrayed him. When he was finally finished, Xander was unstrapped and lead with bleary and tear blinded eyes to his cage where he was shoved inside again.
This went on for three days.
Three days of being forced to go to the bathroom in his crate, the tray beneath cleaned out by a minion. He was carried into the shower room and hosed down with almost frigid water, then left once more in Spike’s room with his task staring balefully at him. The room was kept at temperatures that while he wouldn’t get ill he also wouldn’t be comfortable, can’t have puppy getting sick now could we?
He tried yelling, swearing, fighting. He made promises and vows and still he was ignored. He spent every day by himself, to contemplate his fate and the ultimatum he’d been given, and when Spike returned from wherever he spent his evenings he was pulled out of his cage for his forced feeding.
On the fourth evening, he finally gave in.
Spike had just closed the door with a soft click, leaving Xander once more alone. Once more alone to ponder his fate. He was covered in bruises, they mottled his skin at ankles and wrists, about his throat and chest. He shuddered silently, reliving his hours of long abandonment, the unspoken promise for distraction and companionship if he’d just eat hung in the air before him. All he had to do was eat, and Spike was forcing him to do it anyways.
At least this way he wouldn’t get any more bruises, and it wouldn’t hurt his throat, and he’d be able to take his time and goddammit! it didn’t mean he was gay!
He crawled forward, eyeing the hollow rubber dildo with distaste and distrust. It looked like such an easy premise, suck the dildo, get the food, yet he knew Spike wouldn’t make things that easy on him. There was a trick, a trap, something that would jump out and bite him or something.
He flicked it with a finger, watching it bob in the air in response, a bead of brownish semi-liquid cereal oozed to the tip before landing with a moist splat on the tray liner beneath his cage.
Look at it this way, I can’t get it off the side of the cage… well… actually… He frowned to himself, looking at how it was attached to the side of the cage. Butterfly nuts, those are easy to undo, and then it won’t be stuck to the cage anymore and then I can- he snorted and hung his head when the reality hit him. Then I can have it fall to the ground to spill and stain the carpet. Knowing Spike he’ll make me suck it clean.
He looked around the room once more, and again came up empty. He had nothing to do all day but look around the empty room and wait for Spike to force feed him. The daily hosing down was also another high point of his day which culminated in darkness when Bleachie slept and he was left alone again to either sleep or stare into the utter darkness until it started staring back.
He knew what was expected of him. He understood the unspoken rule and the promise to end his tedium and solitude if only he’d give in. He also knew being left alone was only part of the punishment… more was coming. Why Spike was waiting was beyond him though, but he could tell he was. It hung in the air, heavy and charged, striking sparks between them when they touched or caught gazes, which was actually fairly often. Spike loved to drink in his face, and since Spike was the only ‘new’ and changing thing in the room Xander couldn’t help but watch.
Xander tried to talk at first, but soon learned his lesson. If he talked in Spike’s presence the vampire just gagged him until his next feeding, and if he talked when Spike wasn’t there the sound of his own voice filling the room sounded alien and startled him. So he said nothing, his babble removed from his arsenal of self denial and it just made everything that much more real.
It was such a small thing, and it would make his life so much easier to give him. No more being dragged out by his… well whatever Spike happened to grab that night, to be tied to that horrid chair and have that funnel shoved down his throat. Oh that would be nice. And it really was such a small tiny thing. Well, okay, it wasn’t tiny or small. It was definitely bigger than his and from what he’d seen his wasn’t that tiny either. Not that he’d seen much. Or looked. Or anything. But he knew he wasn’t small and the dildo was bigger.
He licked the small drop and pressed it down his tongue, tasting it and feeling the texture. This was his first ability to taste the food he’d been forced to ingest and as taste tests go, it was rather tame. It tasted bland, perhaps a bit sweet like plain oatmeal, but very very bland. I can do this… This is something I can do. And it’s really such a small thing, and it will make things so much easier… it will. It really will. I’m not giving up! I’m not! I’m just… choosing my battles. I’m allowed to do that! Aren’t I? An eternity of being alone and cold and force fed… or just take it how it’s offered. I can do it. I can… I can…
He kept trying to convince himself, running an inspirational monologue in his head to urge him to just… do it. Finally he darted a look around and sucked the thick mushroom shaped head past his lips. He curled his lips around the head and gave it a soft suck, and was rewarded by a tiny trickle of food. Xander clenched his eyes shut and sucked harder, biting back a whimper while he slowly filled his mouth with a tepid tasteless load to swallow.
He eventually learned the trick of it, to swallow it further, to run a massaging tongue along the underside to encourage the flow, to milk it with his fists as he sucked and swallowed.
He learned all the best ways to get more and more of the cereal while he nursed throughout the day on the dispenser. He learned how deep he could take it, how long he could suck on one breath, just how agile a babble trained tongue was, and a plethora of other tidbits. It worked wonders to while away the boring hours of his seclusion, giving him something to concentrate on and experiment with, which was probably what Spike had intended in the first place, but Xander didn’t care. It was a distraction that was very welcome during his lonely hours, and he indulged so often and for so long that he was finished well before Spike returned.
When the vampire finally came back at the end of his night doing whatever it was he did and saw the container was not only empty but completely drained dry he snorted and walked to his nightstand to turn on a radio.
Xander’s silence was finally broken. Unfortunately, the same was starting to be true for him.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 9 - Savor
Next Chapter: Chapter 11 - Whip
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.