Puppy Love 15A/50 - Moon
Title: Puppy Love 15A/50 - Moon
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17
Warnings: Questionable consent (Ah heck, we all know it's non-con, right?), blood, biting, etc
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 makes his decision and Spike becomes slightly unhinged. (Cut into two parts for length)
Word Count: 2756
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 please please feed her?
This fic won an award!
Spike stormed into his room in a rage, slamming the door so firmly behind him he cracked the frame. Xander had been asleep, but cowered in the corner of his cage furthest away from his Master before the door stopped trembling. He never looked away though, he may be scared but he wasn’t stupid. Spike stalked over to the dresser, his fists clenched tight and his walk almost stiff-legged; he was almost vibrating in his fury, before he ran his arm across it and knocked everything off in a hail of shattered glass.
Xander barely breathed. He didn’t move a muscle when Spike stormed about the room, tossing every table and breaking anything fragile in a pure rage. He snarled and growled, screamed sometimes; he screamed so hard the cords stood out in his neck and still he went on trashing his room.
Xander started to feel light headed, but still he barely breathed. He’d never seen Spike in a fury like this, not even when he was confronting Angel the night he was offered like a sacrificial lamb. But his shaking was starting to ease slightly, now and again he’d hold the sides of his head for a brief moment as he partially doubled over before he started kicking the pillows about the room again, sending feathers flying everywhere.
Finally the tempest passed and the storm hit the shore. Tears fell like bitter rain as Spike collapsed to his knees. Great heaving sobs were wrenched from him in an almost violent torrent that left him weakly hunched over. Xander watched on in awed confusion, he’d never seen Spike so totally torn apart, never seen anyone so totally torn apart really. He couldn’t believe the amount of pain the vampire was obviously in but the evidence was hard to fake.
Finally Spike struggled to his feet and staggered to the bathroom on weak legs, gently closing the door behind him; Xander kept staring at the door. The thick wood muffled most sounds but he could hear the shower starting up. A couple of minutes later a minion scurried in with a bottle of Jack Daniels which he tucked just inside the bathroom door before he scurried out again. The shower kept going, and eventually even the door couldn’t block the sounds of a vampire in pain.
Xander huddled in his corner, no longer terrified but utterly confused about what he was feeling. Maybe this is that Stockholm’s syndrome thing… right? Because really, why the hell would I care that Spike just looks like he got gutted with a rusty spear? His pain is good, my pain is bad. Right?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He’d fallen asleep again, head resting on his knees at an awkward angle, but he’d been asleep. He hadn’t heard the bathroom door open, or Spike’s steps into the room; he’d even slept through his cage door opening, but he couldn’t ignore the cool hand at his throat. It petted the pulsing artery stretched and exposed from the angle of his neck, stroking the sensitive scar marring the perfect flesh. He shivered gently, marveling at the reactions being drawn from such a simple caress, before he remembered where he was and he tensed slightly. Spike didn’t like that.
With a sharp snarl the gentle caress turned cruel and callous, dragging him stumbling from the cage before getting tossed on to the plush expanse of Spike’s bed. He started to scramble back, away from Spike but a warning hiss had him stilled almost instantly. Another bottle of whiskey was pulled from the drawer just before Spike drained and smashed the old one. Xander flinched instinctively and prayed really hard Spike would get the shards cleaned up before he forced his naked and barefoot slave across them.
“Think you’re too good for me whelp? Is that it? Crawlin’ away from me like you had a choice. You’re MINE!” Spike roared before lunging on top of Xander in a feral rage, fangs bared and aiming for the smooth expanse of throat that was suddenly open and vulnerable. Xander drew in a startled ragged breath and then the blood spurted into his mouth in a salty hot flow, searing his throat with the liquid bliss that was Xander.
He dug his fingers into Xander’s lengthening hair and pulled his head sharply, exposing more of the tender throat. He drew in another mouthful, moaning low in his throat. He pressed his body firmly against Xander’s, letting his pet know just what this gift was doing to him when he heard an answering moan drawn from the human below him. He hungered for more, but the moan had woken him from the depths of despair.
Puppy bared his throat to me, even as angry as I was. He’s either bloody deranged or has a death wish. He pulled his face away from the faintly seeping wound, the coagulant in his saliva already starting to work. His fingers unclenched in his boy’s hair, fine brown hairs stuck to them where they’d been torn out. He stared at them dumbly, suddenly aware just how harshly he’d been treating the boy. He was so engrossed in the thin strands that he was nearly caught off balance when Xander thrust needily beneath him.
Or maybe he’s finally turned the corner and admitted it to himself, he mused internally. He leant imperceptibly closer and breathed deep of the heady bouquet pouring from his pet. The answering yearning it drew from him sent a shiver up his spine and he swallowed convulsively, relishing the lingering taste of his pet. His gums ached, wanting to be buried once more into the yielding hot flesh still bared before them. Spike licked the marks almost feverishly instead, trying to sate his hunger. The fact that it had Xander almost convulsing with need below him didn’t exactly make him want to stop either.
“You’re mine pet… you know that, yeah?” His voice was soft, almost tender as he stroked cool digits through lengthening waves and slid back behind his human mask. The heartbeat beneath him sped up sluggishly in response. The scents grew heavier as Xander’s arousal became blatant, growing heavy against his thigh.
“Y-yes S-sir,” came the ragged and breathy reply, breath hot against his undead skin. Spike smirked down at his boy, stroking his fingers along the fresh, raw wound. His pet almost yelped before he shuddered and shook slightly, pressing upwards hard while his eyes rolled back in his head. So pretty, Spike marveled. His face paints everything, doesn’t it? Nothing hidden from view. He’s so precious. Even after everything he wants me. Wants me as the demon, wants me as the man, he doesn’t care! He wants me like that bitch never could. Never demon enough for her, never mean and sadistic enough, never enough to love me or want me more than others. But him, he’s mine, mine and he bloody well knows it. I’ll make sure he remembers it, won’t ever be able to deny it again…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Breathing was hard. Breathing was really really hard, especially with a vampire sprawled over his body, pressing him into the mattress. Well, that didn’t help, especially coupled with the biting and the urges the feeding seemed to have woken within him with a vengeance. Not that there was coupling, not yet, but the way Spike was pushing things along it didn’t look like it would be long now. Not that his was short, because from what he could tell, pressing against his hip, it really wasn’t short at all. Not that he was really paying attention to that, because he would never pay attention to that and besides, Spikes tongue was really really invasive at the moment.
Xander lost himself in the kiss, reaching his cuffed wrists around Spikes body and unconsciously drew him closer. His eyes drifted closed, breaking rule number one but Xander was willing to take the punishment just to wallow in the sensation of this kiss. Whiskey, blood, smoke and Spike filled his senses, leaving him dizzy and light headed. It consumed him, claimed him, left him burning and aching for more even though it never seemed to stop. The hand fisted in his hair didn’t take anything away from the situation, it just added to it, making him feel more vulnerable and out of control.
Who needs control? This not controlling thing has so far been very not of the bad.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike finally relented and broke the kiss, feeling hot hands pulling him down onto a hotter body. He watched his pet heave great panting gulps of air into constricted lungs, lips a bruised a puffy red that were licked repeatedly, almost reverently. Glazed eyes opened slowly to gently roll exhaustedly until they finally focused on him. Oh… he knows. And he is not unhappy about the reality either. He’ll stay. I’ll make him stay, I won’t lose my pet and have nothing. I won’t lose my precious boy.
He felt the tears build up in his eyes as the alcohol sloshed a wave of wounded pain through him. He suddenly remembered why he was here, and the alky-hol was making his tongue loose and his barriers crumble to the ground. He sobbed openly, crying softly for a few minutes while his tears washed Xander’s confused face. “She left me,” he whispered defeatedly. “The bloody bitch left me.”
He jumped up suddenly to his feet, and roared with every ounce of strength he had, “The fucking bitch left me!” He fell into an exhausted sobbing heap on the floor, pulling his hair now and again between gut wrenching sobs. He wanted to feel angry again, he wanted to feel that burning heat wash away all of his pain and leave him seared clean! But… -ah, there was always a but- he couldn’t seem to find the energy anywhere.
His princess was gone, abandoned him, spurned him with cool words and chilling revelations. She wasn’t just a pretty little thing, she was smart too, bloody brilliant if she set her sights on something. Ever since she saw what he was willing to do to have her, to keep her his and his alone, she realized she saw something she didn’t like anymore. She liked it when he was rough and manly, taking her forcefully and with little, if any mercy. She liked it when he ripped off the heads (or hands or tails or whatever happened to be his choice) of those that got to close. What she didn’t like was Spike going so far beyond anything he’d ever done before. Not only had he called in outside back up for his fight, but he called in the Slayer, the bane of their very existence to kill Daddy! Precious sodding Daddy!
The anger welled inside him once more, driving him around the room in a red haze as he destroyed the hangings and mementos, and had even started tearing up the rugs when he collapsed again in another weakened tear drenched heap. Belatedly he realized he’d left his bottle by the bed, and he was so gods cursed thirsty. Maybe if he just sat here and conserved his strength, he’d be able to get up and take a nice long swallow. And maybe after he had a nice long swallow he’d be up for a nice warm drink. Because, really… Dru’s plans aside, he had no use for the whelp.
He had no use for anything, really. May as well take his pet while he was still around, ‘cuz come shortly after dawn he sure wouldn’t be.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
One minute he’s all over me, then all over the floor, all over the room then all over the floor again. I’d laugh if I didn’t think my life was at risk. He watched Spike fall into his latest huddle, shivering and shaking, muttering incoherently now and again under his breath. He remembered what he’d read in the handbook, the line that had been bolded and emblazoned in his memory just like on the pages “When in doubt or in fear the only correct and likely life saving act you can perform is a display of blatant submission.”
I’m just doing this to survive, that’s it, he reasoned to himself. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just so I can live, and not have to survive in misery. That’s it. I know that. He kept goading himself internally as he slid off the bed in silence. He landed on his knees and kept falling silently forward until his fingers dug into the thick pile of the carpet.
He felt his nails scrape the rough base weave, sharp bits digging into the sensitive skin under his nails. He used the tiny flashes of pain to ground himself, eyes clenched tight as he tried to calm his breathing. I can do this. I can do this because it’s me doing it for me and not him forcing me for him. He gulped back a sob, then another and another before he got himself back under control. Control, he snorted, this is the only control I have.
He rocked gently forward on his knees, propelling himself forward. His head hung low between his shoulders, every line screamed humility and subservience. With a carefully measured gait he moved almost silently forward, toward the one thing in this room that could destroy him or turn him into a sobbing broken heap with a single blow. Each movement he made towards the half blinded vampire caused a new wave of gooseflesh to erupt over his naked skin, each time his muscles screamed in protest, trembling and trying to fail to keep him from the vampire. Xander was entirely too stubborn to let his body take over though, he fought against it to keep his movements smooth and graceful like Spike liked and demanded of his pet.
His face felt hot, perspiration dotted his upper lip and forehead while he struggled onwards. The room stretched before him like a never ending mirage, thick pile under every knee and palm steps. It’s never going to end, is it? It’s like cursed or enchanted or something. He’s gonna get to watch me crawl to him forever and ever and ever, and I won’t be able to stop because if I do the demon will take it wrong and I’ll die. I’m gonna be crawling until I pass out from exhaustion, aren’t I? He’ll never let me stop. I bet this was all part of his evil nefarious plan from the beginning! Evil, soulless, toothy, blood sucking… It was the only thing that kept him going when he’d much rather just stop, curl up into a ball and have a nice anxiety attack.
After the first few steps though, he started to calm down. Each motion was more easy than the last, stiff movements slowly melted to flow with silent grace. He felt like he was falling, floating downward on a gentle breeze into a deep dark velvet lined chasm. He remembered a vague feeling like this when Spike put that blindfold on him, this sweet, soft falling, but this time he was going so much deeper.
He didn’t fight it, he didn’t know how and he really didn’t see why he should. He felt warm, safe, sure. He knew what he was doing, that it was the correct thing to do. He felt a gently growing blossom of peace spread from his gut and outwards and filling him with such contentment he felt like he was glowing. This was it, his place, his meaning, his home, why had he been fighting it for so long? Why had he been denying to himself what he was?
He found himself snapped out of his reverie, directly in front of Spike. With careful deliberation he slid into a position Spike had yet to teach him but that Xander had read about in those abandoned books. It was the position of humble offering.
He knelt directly in front of the vampire and spread his knees almost painfully wide apart. He turned each wrist upwards and rested them on his knees tilted so they faced Spike. The final part was the hardest, baring his throat. He tilted his head back and to the right, arching the side that was the least ravaged and tender so his owner would have a clean canvas to mark. He kept his eyes gently closed, fought to keep his muscles loose and his expression as impassive as possible as he offered himself to his Master.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 14 - Puppy
Next Chapter: Chapter 15B - Moon
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17
Warnings: Questionable consent (Ah heck, we all know it's non-con, right?), blood, biting, etc
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 makes his decision and Spike becomes slightly unhinged. (Cut into two parts for length)
Word Count: 2756
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 please please feed her?
This fic won an award!
Spike stormed into his room in a rage, slamming the door so firmly behind him he cracked the frame. Xander had been asleep, but cowered in the corner of his cage furthest away from his Master before the door stopped trembling. He never looked away though, he may be scared but he wasn’t stupid. Spike stalked over to the dresser, his fists clenched tight and his walk almost stiff-legged; he was almost vibrating in his fury, before he ran his arm across it and knocked everything off in a hail of shattered glass.
Xander barely breathed. He didn’t move a muscle when Spike stormed about the room, tossing every table and breaking anything fragile in a pure rage. He snarled and growled, screamed sometimes; he screamed so hard the cords stood out in his neck and still he went on trashing his room.
Xander started to feel light headed, but still he barely breathed. He’d never seen Spike in a fury like this, not even when he was confronting Angel the night he was offered like a sacrificial lamb. But his shaking was starting to ease slightly, now and again he’d hold the sides of his head for a brief moment as he partially doubled over before he started kicking the pillows about the room again, sending feathers flying everywhere.
Finally the tempest passed and the storm hit the shore. Tears fell like bitter rain as Spike collapsed to his knees. Great heaving sobs were wrenched from him in an almost violent torrent that left him weakly hunched over. Xander watched on in awed confusion, he’d never seen Spike so totally torn apart, never seen anyone so totally torn apart really. He couldn’t believe the amount of pain the vampire was obviously in but the evidence was hard to fake.
Finally Spike struggled to his feet and staggered to the bathroom on weak legs, gently closing the door behind him; Xander kept staring at the door. The thick wood muffled most sounds but he could hear the shower starting up. A couple of minutes later a minion scurried in with a bottle of Jack Daniels which he tucked just inside the bathroom door before he scurried out again. The shower kept going, and eventually even the door couldn’t block the sounds of a vampire in pain.
Xander huddled in his corner, no longer terrified but utterly confused about what he was feeling. Maybe this is that Stockholm’s syndrome thing… right? Because really, why the hell would I care that Spike just looks like he got gutted with a rusty spear? His pain is good, my pain is bad. Right?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He’d fallen asleep again, head resting on his knees at an awkward angle, but he’d been asleep. He hadn’t heard the bathroom door open, or Spike’s steps into the room; he’d even slept through his cage door opening, but he couldn’t ignore the cool hand at his throat. It petted the pulsing artery stretched and exposed from the angle of his neck, stroking the sensitive scar marring the perfect flesh. He shivered gently, marveling at the reactions being drawn from such a simple caress, before he remembered where he was and he tensed slightly. Spike didn’t like that.
With a sharp snarl the gentle caress turned cruel and callous, dragging him stumbling from the cage before getting tossed on to the plush expanse of Spike’s bed. He started to scramble back, away from Spike but a warning hiss had him stilled almost instantly. Another bottle of whiskey was pulled from the drawer just before Spike drained and smashed the old one. Xander flinched instinctively and prayed really hard Spike would get the shards cleaned up before he forced his naked and barefoot slave across them.
“Think you’re too good for me whelp? Is that it? Crawlin’ away from me like you had a choice. You’re MINE!” Spike roared before lunging on top of Xander in a feral rage, fangs bared and aiming for the smooth expanse of throat that was suddenly open and vulnerable. Xander drew in a startled ragged breath and then the blood spurted into his mouth in a salty hot flow, searing his throat with the liquid bliss that was Xander.
He dug his fingers into Xander’s lengthening hair and pulled his head sharply, exposing more of the tender throat. He drew in another mouthful, moaning low in his throat. He pressed his body firmly against Xander’s, letting his pet know just what this gift was doing to him when he heard an answering moan drawn from the human below him. He hungered for more, but the moan had woken him from the depths of despair.
Puppy bared his throat to me, even as angry as I was. He’s either bloody deranged or has a death wish. He pulled his face away from the faintly seeping wound, the coagulant in his saliva already starting to work. His fingers unclenched in his boy’s hair, fine brown hairs stuck to them where they’d been torn out. He stared at them dumbly, suddenly aware just how harshly he’d been treating the boy. He was so engrossed in the thin strands that he was nearly caught off balance when Xander thrust needily beneath him.
Or maybe he’s finally turned the corner and admitted it to himself, he mused internally. He leant imperceptibly closer and breathed deep of the heady bouquet pouring from his pet. The answering yearning it drew from him sent a shiver up his spine and he swallowed convulsively, relishing the lingering taste of his pet. His gums ached, wanting to be buried once more into the yielding hot flesh still bared before them. Spike licked the marks almost feverishly instead, trying to sate his hunger. The fact that it had Xander almost convulsing with need below him didn’t exactly make him want to stop either.
“You’re mine pet… you know that, yeah?” His voice was soft, almost tender as he stroked cool digits through lengthening waves and slid back behind his human mask. The heartbeat beneath him sped up sluggishly in response. The scents grew heavier as Xander’s arousal became blatant, growing heavy against his thigh.
“Y-yes S-sir,” came the ragged and breathy reply, breath hot against his undead skin. Spike smirked down at his boy, stroking his fingers along the fresh, raw wound. His pet almost yelped before he shuddered and shook slightly, pressing upwards hard while his eyes rolled back in his head. So pretty, Spike marveled. His face paints everything, doesn’t it? Nothing hidden from view. He’s so precious. Even after everything he wants me. Wants me as the demon, wants me as the man, he doesn’t care! He wants me like that bitch never could. Never demon enough for her, never mean and sadistic enough, never enough to love me or want me more than others. But him, he’s mine, mine and he bloody well knows it. I’ll make sure he remembers it, won’t ever be able to deny it again…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Breathing was hard. Breathing was really really hard, especially with a vampire sprawled over his body, pressing him into the mattress. Well, that didn’t help, especially coupled with the biting and the urges the feeding seemed to have woken within him with a vengeance. Not that there was coupling, not yet, but the way Spike was pushing things along it didn’t look like it would be long now. Not that his was short, because from what he could tell, pressing against his hip, it really wasn’t short at all. Not that he was really paying attention to that, because he would never pay attention to that and besides, Spikes tongue was really really invasive at the moment.
Xander lost himself in the kiss, reaching his cuffed wrists around Spikes body and unconsciously drew him closer. His eyes drifted closed, breaking rule number one but Xander was willing to take the punishment just to wallow in the sensation of this kiss. Whiskey, blood, smoke and Spike filled his senses, leaving him dizzy and light headed. It consumed him, claimed him, left him burning and aching for more even though it never seemed to stop. The hand fisted in his hair didn’t take anything away from the situation, it just added to it, making him feel more vulnerable and out of control.
Who needs control? This not controlling thing has so far been very not of the bad.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike finally relented and broke the kiss, feeling hot hands pulling him down onto a hotter body. He watched his pet heave great panting gulps of air into constricted lungs, lips a bruised a puffy red that were licked repeatedly, almost reverently. Glazed eyes opened slowly to gently roll exhaustedly until they finally focused on him. Oh… he knows. And he is not unhappy about the reality either. He’ll stay. I’ll make him stay, I won’t lose my pet and have nothing. I won’t lose my precious boy.
He felt the tears build up in his eyes as the alcohol sloshed a wave of wounded pain through him. He suddenly remembered why he was here, and the alky-hol was making his tongue loose and his barriers crumble to the ground. He sobbed openly, crying softly for a few minutes while his tears washed Xander’s confused face. “She left me,” he whispered defeatedly. “The bloody bitch left me.”
He jumped up suddenly to his feet, and roared with every ounce of strength he had, “The fucking bitch left me!” He fell into an exhausted sobbing heap on the floor, pulling his hair now and again between gut wrenching sobs. He wanted to feel angry again, he wanted to feel that burning heat wash away all of his pain and leave him seared clean! But… -ah, there was always a but- he couldn’t seem to find the energy anywhere.
His princess was gone, abandoned him, spurned him with cool words and chilling revelations. She wasn’t just a pretty little thing, she was smart too, bloody brilliant if she set her sights on something. Ever since she saw what he was willing to do to have her, to keep her his and his alone, she realized she saw something she didn’t like anymore. She liked it when he was rough and manly, taking her forcefully and with little, if any mercy. She liked it when he ripped off the heads (or hands or tails or whatever happened to be his choice) of those that got to close. What she didn’t like was Spike going so far beyond anything he’d ever done before. Not only had he called in outside back up for his fight, but he called in the Slayer, the bane of their very existence to kill Daddy! Precious sodding Daddy!
The anger welled inside him once more, driving him around the room in a red haze as he destroyed the hangings and mementos, and had even started tearing up the rugs when he collapsed again in another weakened tear drenched heap. Belatedly he realized he’d left his bottle by the bed, and he was so gods cursed thirsty. Maybe if he just sat here and conserved his strength, he’d be able to get up and take a nice long swallow. And maybe after he had a nice long swallow he’d be up for a nice warm drink. Because, really… Dru’s plans aside, he had no use for the whelp.
He had no use for anything, really. May as well take his pet while he was still around, ‘cuz come shortly after dawn he sure wouldn’t be.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
One minute he’s all over me, then all over the floor, all over the room then all over the floor again. I’d laugh if I didn’t think my life was at risk. He watched Spike fall into his latest huddle, shivering and shaking, muttering incoherently now and again under his breath. He remembered what he’d read in the handbook, the line that had been bolded and emblazoned in his memory just like on the pages “When in doubt or in fear the only correct and likely life saving act you can perform is a display of blatant submission.”
I’m just doing this to survive, that’s it, he reasoned to himself. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just so I can live, and not have to survive in misery. That’s it. I know that. He kept goading himself internally as he slid off the bed in silence. He landed on his knees and kept falling silently forward until his fingers dug into the thick pile of the carpet.
He felt his nails scrape the rough base weave, sharp bits digging into the sensitive skin under his nails. He used the tiny flashes of pain to ground himself, eyes clenched tight as he tried to calm his breathing. I can do this. I can do this because it’s me doing it for me and not him forcing me for him. He gulped back a sob, then another and another before he got himself back under control. Control, he snorted, this is the only control I have.
He rocked gently forward on his knees, propelling himself forward. His head hung low between his shoulders, every line screamed humility and subservience. With a carefully measured gait he moved almost silently forward, toward the one thing in this room that could destroy him or turn him into a sobbing broken heap with a single blow. Each movement he made towards the half blinded vampire caused a new wave of gooseflesh to erupt over his naked skin, each time his muscles screamed in protest, trembling and trying to fail to keep him from the vampire. Xander was entirely too stubborn to let his body take over though, he fought against it to keep his movements smooth and graceful like Spike liked and demanded of his pet.
His face felt hot, perspiration dotted his upper lip and forehead while he struggled onwards. The room stretched before him like a never ending mirage, thick pile under every knee and palm steps. It’s never going to end, is it? It’s like cursed or enchanted or something. He’s gonna get to watch me crawl to him forever and ever and ever, and I won’t be able to stop because if I do the demon will take it wrong and I’ll die. I’m gonna be crawling until I pass out from exhaustion, aren’t I? He’ll never let me stop. I bet this was all part of his evil nefarious plan from the beginning! Evil, soulless, toothy, blood sucking… It was the only thing that kept him going when he’d much rather just stop, curl up into a ball and have a nice anxiety attack.
After the first few steps though, he started to calm down. Each motion was more easy than the last, stiff movements slowly melted to flow with silent grace. He felt like he was falling, floating downward on a gentle breeze into a deep dark velvet lined chasm. He remembered a vague feeling like this when Spike put that blindfold on him, this sweet, soft falling, but this time he was going so much deeper.
He didn’t fight it, he didn’t know how and he really didn’t see why he should. He felt warm, safe, sure. He knew what he was doing, that it was the correct thing to do. He felt a gently growing blossom of peace spread from his gut and outwards and filling him with such contentment he felt like he was glowing. This was it, his place, his meaning, his home, why had he been fighting it for so long? Why had he been denying to himself what he was?
He found himself snapped out of his reverie, directly in front of Spike. With careful deliberation he slid into a position Spike had yet to teach him but that Xander had read about in those abandoned books. It was the position of humble offering.
He knelt directly in front of the vampire and spread his knees almost painfully wide apart. He turned each wrist upwards and rested them on his knees tilted so they faced Spike. The final part was the hardest, baring his throat. He tilted his head back and to the right, arching the side that was the least ravaged and tender so his owner would have a clean canvas to mark. He kept his eyes gently closed, fought to keep his muscles loose and his expression as impassive as possible as he offered himself to his Master.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 14 - Puppy
Next Chapter: Chapter 15B - Moon
All parts found on this prompt chart or in my memories.