Puppy Love 13/50 - Walk
Title: Puppy Love 13/50 - Walk
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: R-ish
Warnings: Naughty not-quite-consentual touching. But Xander's a slave and you should have clued in this was bound to happen, so I'm not quite sure why I'm even putting this up.
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 aftercare.
Word Count: 1812
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.1 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!
It was four days before he was allowed to walk on his own to the bathroom, and then it was grudging at best. Spike still held his cock while he relieved himself though, even though he tried to point out he was perfectly capable of taking a piss without the training wheels.
“Don’t think you get it pet… this?” Icy fingers tightened their grip on his limp uninterested cock. Xander fought to keep it uninterested or he’d never be able to relieve himself, and blushed at the need to have to fight against the urge. More and more he was loosing control of his body around his captor. From how and when he was fed to how and where he slept to even his timed and carefully orchestrated bathroom habits; he was stripped almost completely from any control of his life.
He forced himself to listen as Spike went on, “This is mine. You don’t get to touch what’s mine without my permission. If I see you touching it without permission I’ll chain your wrists to your collar for a week, got it pup?” He shook the cock in his tightened fist, making Xander bite back an appreciative moan.
I AM NOT AROUSED BY THIS! Goddammit! This isn’t… this isn’t… this isn’t what I wanted! “Yes Sir,” he whispered instead. It doesn’t make me hot, it doesn’t turn me on, having someone else in control of my every bodily function is not erotic dammit!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He had one arm wrapped around the boy’s waist, his front securely tucked into the boys back. He leaned his face into the smooth curve of warm neck, breathing in deeply. The pheromones were impossible to mistake, Our little puppy does like to be humiliated it seems. Good to know, he chortled to himself. He felt the cock twitch timidly in his grasp, he could tell his boy was trying to fight it but it wouldn’t be long. He was a healthy teenage boy, of course he’d have a hard time keeping things down.
Once his pet was done, Spike shook the boy’s cock three times then spun him so he sat on the commode. He saw the boy start to twitch his hands to hug himself, and he hissed a warning. They’d been over this, it wasn’t that hard to learn! Xander jumped and put his hands on his knees quickly, remembering with a start what he’d been instructed to do.
The brunet lowered his head, remembering everything he’d ever read about submission to a vampire and tilted his head gently to the side, baring his scarred throat, “Please Sir, I’m sorry, I forgot. I’m trying to remember. I meant no disrespect.” He kept his voice and eyes low, submission and acceptance in every line. Please, I’m sorry, I really am learning! Please!
“Just do your business puppy. We haven’t got all night,” Spike waved him on, leaning back against the built in shower cubical by the door. It was his favored perch while he waited for Xander to vacate his bowels. The slurry made for consistently soft stool that was easily timed, so Spike knew exactly how much longer he had to wait.
He stood poised to correct any lapse of form, to swoop in and save his pet should the strain prove too much and he fainted again. True, that’d only happened once, but he wasn’t about to assume it would never happen again. The punishment had taken a lot out of his pet, even though he’d taken the worst of it away. He wanted his boy to remember he’d been punished, not scarred and marked forever, so he’d licked and laved abraded and sliced skin, allowing his saliva to clean and heal the wounds so they wouldn’t mar that beautifully perfect skin. The bruises and sprains were reminder enough, and he knew every movement and unconscious motion would trigger a new wave of “Ow… ow… ow,” from his pet which was rather sure to keep him from fucking up again any time soon.
He’d been impressed in the sudden change the whipping seemed to have brought about. Not only was the boy quiet and meek, but he’d also been remarkably easy to train. He’d shown the boy once how he’d expected to be greeted and he’d remembered remarkably well. He’d shown, time and again, that he knew more about submitting to a demon than he’d let on. Some gestures and movements were tailored to soothe his demon and placate it instead of inciting it to anger. Just like now, that tilt of the head, that tone of voice, all of it soothed him. He didn’t have to string the boy up to have him show respect, to know his place, to be obedient. Boy’s read the right books… wonder what the Watcher thought of his study material? Spike mused to himself. Probably the most relevant shite he studied in that old heap. Nothing else is gonna apply to him now.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Every noise echoed in the silent room, making Xander flush with embarrassment. He hated how he had no privacy anymore, that even going to the bathroom on his own was a luxury he hadn’t known to appreciate. Every day the line was drawn clearly, he had no control in his life anymore, about anything. The only power he had was the choice to obey, or resist. He’d learned what resisting got him, obeying was very much the preferred option.
He knew Spike looked at him oddly now and again, especially when he did something he’d read from Giles’s forbidden books. The first time he’d bared his throat in submission to the murderous vampire’s gaze, Spike had given him that odd look. He’d been surprised, maybe even startled, but he’d looked very approving. For once something he’d read in a book had helped him.
He remembered when he first found it. He’d snuck into the library while Giles was off at a school staff meeting, heart hammering in his chest while his palms sweated freely. He’d quickly snuck into Giles’s office and jimmied the lock on his old wooden desk. Well, he hadn’t so much jimmied as picked up the letter opener from Giles’s pen cup and flicked it quickly between the top of the drawer and the desk. The wood had been so old there was a prominent gap and the lock was weak.
He’d heard something then, in the library, and it made him freeze in panic. His heart galloped in his chest while his hand strayed guiltily away from the now open drawer. Suddenly it occurred to him that he had no way to lock the drawer when he was done. I don’t suppose he’d think he’d accidentally unlocked it? I mean… why would he think someone would break into his locked drawer for, he peeked inside, paperclips. Paperclips? Why does he have a drawer full of paperclips? Well, paperclips, rubber bands and thumb tacks. Why does he have thumb tacks? Does he even have a bulletin board? And look, everything’s all organized in a caddy with a covered snap down lid. Why would it matter if the paperclips were covered or not? What?
He peeked further into the drawer and frowned, noticing there was a significant discrepancy between how deep the drawer was compared to how big the drawer was. Sneaky sneaky mister librarian guy!
It was easy enough to open, and when he managed it he found a treasure trove of explicit, detailed and uncompromisingly honest carefully maintained volumes bound in musty but well cared for leather. There were demons of pure erotic delights, even some summoning spells clearly labeled with step by step instructions which were oddly creased and stained, as if from long study. He found perverse things too, things that confused him and scared him and aroused him at the same time. He remembered guilty gropings between sweaty sheets while he remembered some of the passages, the salty proof spilt between fingers that trembled from the intensity of his orgasm. Memories of the forbidden texts always got him off faster, harder, heavier then any other fantasy he could muster.
There was even one titled “Submissive Posturing and Articulations for Survival of Vampire Capture”. It became his new bible. Not that he’d ever had a bible before, but he had an idea that it meant something he studied and lived by, because that’s what he did. The book had a full assortment, down to sketches of possible poses that showed timid submission. It had also been full of things to not do, things to avoid, like eye contact and clenched fists.
As obvious as the majority of the advice sounded it was still something he knew he’d have forgotten if he hadn’t so diligently memorized and practiced. His body strayed, strong emotions making him loose control of his discipline and self control making him make unconscious gestures of irritation and superiority and on and on. He hadn’t known how extensive body language actually was, what signals he was secretly giving to teachers and friends, enemies and family without realizing it until he’d studied that little book.
He remembered one week-end that his parents had sent him to be with his uncle Rory, like they were wont to do when the fridge was bare. He’d taken the small notebook he’d filled with notes and diligent copies of important pages with him, and used his new weapon.
For the first time in his life no one hassled him when his uncle sent him to the store to pick up a pack of smokes. He not only picked them up without being asked for ID, but he got the girl behind the counter’s phone number too. He’d been startled at first, of course, but once the surprise had worn off he realized just how much he’d learned.
Of course by the time he went back home he worked hard to keep the babbling idiot boy wonder all that anyone in Sunnydale saw. It became a secret power, like a hidden identity and it filled a hole he hadn’t known he’d had. He felt like Superman, mild mannered doofus by day, but whip off those glasses and voila! Instant hero!
He felt so stupid, thinking about it late at night while trying hard to pretend the sounds of his parents screaming and objects breaking were from the TV instead of actually happening downstairs. If he really had any super powers he’d protect his mom from his heavy fisted dad, he’d not be intimidated by the monsters and uglies they constantly seemed to fight and he’d definitely be able to win Buffy’s heart for his very own.
Reality rarely fit his fantasies…
Except for now, it seemed. Once more he wondered who exactly it was that was answering his prayers, because they had very selective hearing.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 12 - Purple
Next Chapter: Chapter 14 - Puppy
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: R-ish
Warnings: Naughty not-quite-consentual touching. But Xander's a slave and you should have clued in this was bound to happen, so I'm not quite sure why I'm even putting this up.
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 aftercare.
Word Count: 1812
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.1 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!
It was four days before he was allowed to walk on his own to the bathroom, and then it was grudging at best. Spike still held his cock while he relieved himself though, even though he tried to point out he was perfectly capable of taking a piss without the training wheels.
“Don’t think you get it pet… this?” Icy fingers tightened their grip on his limp uninterested cock. Xander fought to keep it uninterested or he’d never be able to relieve himself, and blushed at the need to have to fight against the urge. More and more he was loosing control of his body around his captor. From how and when he was fed to how and where he slept to even his timed and carefully orchestrated bathroom habits; he was stripped almost completely from any control of his life.
He forced himself to listen as Spike went on, “This is mine. You don’t get to touch what’s mine without my permission. If I see you touching it without permission I’ll chain your wrists to your collar for a week, got it pup?” He shook the cock in his tightened fist, making Xander bite back an appreciative moan.
I AM NOT AROUSED BY THIS! Goddammit! This isn’t… this isn’t… this isn’t what I wanted! “Yes Sir,” he whispered instead. It doesn’t make me hot, it doesn’t turn me on, having someone else in control of my every bodily function is not erotic dammit!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He had one arm wrapped around the boy’s waist, his front securely tucked into the boys back. He leaned his face into the smooth curve of warm neck, breathing in deeply. The pheromones were impossible to mistake, Our little puppy does like to be humiliated it seems. Good to know, he chortled to himself. He felt the cock twitch timidly in his grasp, he could tell his boy was trying to fight it but it wouldn’t be long. He was a healthy teenage boy, of course he’d have a hard time keeping things down.
Once his pet was done, Spike shook the boy’s cock three times then spun him so he sat on the commode. He saw the boy start to twitch his hands to hug himself, and he hissed a warning. They’d been over this, it wasn’t that hard to learn! Xander jumped and put his hands on his knees quickly, remembering with a start what he’d been instructed to do.
The brunet lowered his head, remembering everything he’d ever read about submission to a vampire and tilted his head gently to the side, baring his scarred throat, “Please Sir, I’m sorry, I forgot. I’m trying to remember. I meant no disrespect.” He kept his voice and eyes low, submission and acceptance in every line. Please, I’m sorry, I really am learning! Please!
“Just do your business puppy. We haven’t got all night,” Spike waved him on, leaning back against the built in shower cubical by the door. It was his favored perch while he waited for Xander to vacate his bowels. The slurry made for consistently soft stool that was easily timed, so Spike knew exactly how much longer he had to wait.
He stood poised to correct any lapse of form, to swoop in and save his pet should the strain prove too much and he fainted again. True, that’d only happened once, but he wasn’t about to assume it would never happen again. The punishment had taken a lot out of his pet, even though he’d taken the worst of it away. He wanted his boy to remember he’d been punished, not scarred and marked forever, so he’d licked and laved abraded and sliced skin, allowing his saliva to clean and heal the wounds so they wouldn’t mar that beautifully perfect skin. The bruises and sprains were reminder enough, and he knew every movement and unconscious motion would trigger a new wave of “Ow… ow… ow,” from his pet which was rather sure to keep him from fucking up again any time soon.
He’d been impressed in the sudden change the whipping seemed to have brought about. Not only was the boy quiet and meek, but he’d also been remarkably easy to train. He’d shown the boy once how he’d expected to be greeted and he’d remembered remarkably well. He’d shown, time and again, that he knew more about submitting to a demon than he’d let on. Some gestures and movements were tailored to soothe his demon and placate it instead of inciting it to anger. Just like now, that tilt of the head, that tone of voice, all of it soothed him. He didn’t have to string the boy up to have him show respect, to know his place, to be obedient. Boy’s read the right books… wonder what the Watcher thought of his study material? Spike mused to himself. Probably the most relevant shite he studied in that old heap. Nothing else is gonna apply to him now.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Every noise echoed in the silent room, making Xander flush with embarrassment. He hated how he had no privacy anymore, that even going to the bathroom on his own was a luxury he hadn’t known to appreciate. Every day the line was drawn clearly, he had no control in his life anymore, about anything. The only power he had was the choice to obey, or resist. He’d learned what resisting got him, obeying was very much the preferred option.
He knew Spike looked at him oddly now and again, especially when he did something he’d read from Giles’s forbidden books. The first time he’d bared his throat in submission to the murderous vampire’s gaze, Spike had given him that odd look. He’d been surprised, maybe even startled, but he’d looked very approving. For once something he’d read in a book had helped him.
He remembered when he first found it. He’d snuck into the library while Giles was off at a school staff meeting, heart hammering in his chest while his palms sweated freely. He’d quickly snuck into Giles’s office and jimmied the lock on his old wooden desk. Well, he hadn’t so much jimmied as picked up the letter opener from Giles’s pen cup and flicked it quickly between the top of the drawer and the desk. The wood had been so old there was a prominent gap and the lock was weak.
He’d heard something then, in the library, and it made him freeze in panic. His heart galloped in his chest while his hand strayed guiltily away from the now open drawer. Suddenly it occurred to him that he had no way to lock the drawer when he was done. I don’t suppose he’d think he’d accidentally unlocked it? I mean… why would he think someone would break into his locked drawer for, he peeked inside, paperclips. Paperclips? Why does he have a drawer full of paperclips? Well, paperclips, rubber bands and thumb tacks. Why does he have thumb tacks? Does he even have a bulletin board? And look, everything’s all organized in a caddy with a covered snap down lid. Why would it matter if the paperclips were covered or not? What?
He peeked further into the drawer and frowned, noticing there was a significant discrepancy between how deep the drawer was compared to how big the drawer was. Sneaky sneaky mister librarian guy!
It was easy enough to open, and when he managed it he found a treasure trove of explicit, detailed and uncompromisingly honest carefully maintained volumes bound in musty but well cared for leather. There were demons of pure erotic delights, even some summoning spells clearly labeled with step by step instructions which were oddly creased and stained, as if from long study. He found perverse things too, things that confused him and scared him and aroused him at the same time. He remembered guilty gropings between sweaty sheets while he remembered some of the passages, the salty proof spilt between fingers that trembled from the intensity of his orgasm. Memories of the forbidden texts always got him off faster, harder, heavier then any other fantasy he could muster.
There was even one titled “Submissive Posturing and Articulations for Survival of Vampire Capture”. It became his new bible. Not that he’d ever had a bible before, but he had an idea that it meant something he studied and lived by, because that’s what he did. The book had a full assortment, down to sketches of possible poses that showed timid submission. It had also been full of things to not do, things to avoid, like eye contact and clenched fists.
As obvious as the majority of the advice sounded it was still something he knew he’d have forgotten if he hadn’t so diligently memorized and practiced. His body strayed, strong emotions making him loose control of his discipline and self control making him make unconscious gestures of irritation and superiority and on and on. He hadn’t known how extensive body language actually was, what signals he was secretly giving to teachers and friends, enemies and family without realizing it until he’d studied that little book.
He remembered one week-end that his parents had sent him to be with his uncle Rory, like they were wont to do when the fridge was bare. He’d taken the small notebook he’d filled with notes and diligent copies of important pages with him, and used his new weapon.
For the first time in his life no one hassled him when his uncle sent him to the store to pick up a pack of smokes. He not only picked them up without being asked for ID, but he got the girl behind the counter’s phone number too. He’d been startled at first, of course, but once the surprise had worn off he realized just how much he’d learned.
Of course by the time he went back home he worked hard to keep the babbling idiot boy wonder all that anyone in Sunnydale saw. It became a secret power, like a hidden identity and it filled a hole he hadn’t known he’d had. He felt like Superman, mild mannered doofus by day, but whip off those glasses and voila! Instant hero!
He felt so stupid, thinking about it late at night while trying hard to pretend the sounds of his parents screaming and objects breaking were from the TV instead of actually happening downstairs. If he really had any super powers he’d protect his mom from his heavy fisted dad, he’d not be intimidated by the monsters and uglies they constantly seemed to fight and he’d definitely be able to win Buffy’s heart for his very own.
Reality rarely fit his fantasies…
Except for now, it seemed. Once more he wondered who exactly it was that was answering his prayers, because they had very selective hearing.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 12 - Purple
Next Chapter: Chapter 14 - Puppy
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.