Puppy Love 31/50 - Chains
Title: Puppy Love 31/50 - Chains
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC17
Warnings: m/m, a little blood nothing too horrible.
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 starts living a bit of a new life.
Word Count: 692 (as per Word Count)
Beta: purpledodah and Laazikaat
Concrit: always welcome in comments, e-mail or MSN, whichever.
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? Writing is ever so much easier if I know people are reading and enjoying.
Xander hobbled about the room. The vampire had a new way to torment him. Xander was shackled and chained, his movement severely restricted. Chains went from his collar to his cuffs then locked to the chain around his midsection, from there two more chains led to his ankles and again from ankle to ankle, keeping him hobbled and helpless.
He made his way with mincing steps to the bed and lounged as much as he could in his bindings. He eyed the door and scowled softly. Ever since that day in the shower, Spike had been acting strangely. His good humor and the indulgences he gave Xander were gone like a puff of smoke. It wasn’t that Spike was suddenly cruel, he really wasn’t, but he was stricter, making him do things he’d never insisted on before.
He heard the key in the lock and immediately got up and hurried to the floor. He prostrated himself as he knelt there, forehead to the carpet, arms strewn over his head, fingers splayed. He heard the door open and Spike’s footsteps as he entered the room. Xander held perfectly still, the chains taut.
“Up puppy, watch and serve,” he was told, same as most nights these days. He knelt and watched as Spike took out a cigarette and lit it while making his way to his desk. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground beside him Xander crawled carefully to the spot and knelt, watching Spike without meeting his eyes.
The vampire took out a piece of paper and his fountain pen and inked a lengthy note, his hand straying now and again to stroke Xander’s hair, enjoying the length it had grown to. Xander swallowed and closed his eyes in bliss as the fingers carded through his hair, he moaned lightly, leaning his head on Spike’s lap as he was petted.
He liked these times, these times when Spike was distracted and always absentmindedly soothed him somehow. Once it had been his hand, drawing circles on his belly, another time it was gentle petting on the small of his back, a very erogenous zone for him, for hours. Spike just lost himself in thought and coddled the boy.
The pen was capped and replaced in the cup, and the letter was softly blown on. Xander could tell that much from the sounds going on above him. Spike folded the parchment paper into a parchment envelope and sealed the envelope closed with a dollop of sealing wax.
Spike looked down at his pet, so obedient, even in his restriction, maybe the boy had earned a prize. He smiled evilly to himself. Maybe he’s earned himself some pretty shinies. I bet he’d like those.
Xander groveled unknowing at his feet, drinking in what comfort the vampire offered him. Spike ran his hands through the boy’s hair again, then suddenly got up. He walked over to the roomy cage and tapped it, Xander didn’t so much as grumble as he climbed in. Such a good little bitch for me.
Spike locked the cage shut and tossed a blanket over it to block out sight and some sound. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. He opened the door and handed the envelope to the minion there and closed the door immediately after, walking back to the bed. Spike stripped quickly and hopped up onto the silk covered bed, pulling the blanket up and rolling to one side .
He grit his teeth when a part of him wanted nothing more than the heat of the boy, the closeness they used to share but he shook his head and snarled softly, he wasn’t weak! He was a Master Vampire! Feared and respected! He didn’t attach himself to a bloody pet!
Spike turned over and curled up under the blankets and fitfully fell asleep, while Xander hunkered down in his cage, trying to get comfortable on the padding and with the chains. He eventually found a comfortable position and stared unseeingly at the blanket on top of his cage. He didn’t understand it, and he didn’t understand why he felt hurt inside because of it.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 30 - Cinnamon
Next Chapter: Chapter 32 - Darkness
All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC17
Warnings: m/m, a little blood nothing too horrible.
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 starts living a bit of a new life.
Word Count: 692 (as per Word Count)
Beta: purpledodah and Laazikaat
Concrit: always welcome in comments, e-mail or MSN, whichever.
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? Writing is ever so much easier if I know people are reading and enjoying.
Xander hobbled about the room. The vampire had a new way to torment him. Xander was shackled and chained, his movement severely restricted. Chains went from his collar to his cuffs then locked to the chain around his midsection, from there two more chains led to his ankles and again from ankle to ankle, keeping him hobbled and helpless.
He made his way with mincing steps to the bed and lounged as much as he could in his bindings. He eyed the door and scowled softly. Ever since that day in the shower, Spike had been acting strangely. His good humor and the indulgences he gave Xander were gone like a puff of smoke. It wasn’t that Spike was suddenly cruel, he really wasn’t, but he was stricter, making him do things he’d never insisted on before.
He heard the key in the lock and immediately got up and hurried to the floor. He prostrated himself as he knelt there, forehead to the carpet, arms strewn over his head, fingers splayed. He heard the door open and Spike’s footsteps as he entered the room. Xander held perfectly still, the chains taut.
“Up puppy, watch and serve,” he was told, same as most nights these days. He knelt and watched as Spike took out a cigarette and lit it while making his way to his desk. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground beside him Xander crawled carefully to the spot and knelt, watching Spike without meeting his eyes.
The vampire took out a piece of paper and his fountain pen and inked a lengthy note, his hand straying now and again to stroke Xander’s hair, enjoying the length it had grown to. Xander swallowed and closed his eyes in bliss as the fingers carded through his hair, he moaned lightly, leaning his head on Spike’s lap as he was petted.
He liked these times, these times when Spike was distracted and always absentmindedly soothed him somehow. Once it had been his hand, drawing circles on his belly, another time it was gentle petting on the small of his back, a very erogenous zone for him, for hours. Spike just lost himself in thought and coddled the boy.
The pen was capped and replaced in the cup, and the letter was softly blown on. Xander could tell that much from the sounds going on above him. Spike folded the parchment paper into a parchment envelope and sealed the envelope closed with a dollop of sealing wax.
Spike looked down at his pet, so obedient, even in his restriction, maybe the boy had earned a prize. He smiled evilly to himself. Maybe he’s earned himself some pretty shinies. I bet he’d like those.
Xander groveled unknowing at his feet, drinking in what comfort the vampire offered him. Spike ran his hands through the boy’s hair again, then suddenly got up. He walked over to the roomy cage and tapped it, Xander didn’t so much as grumble as he climbed in. Such a good little bitch for me.
Spike locked the cage shut and tossed a blanket over it to block out sight and some sound. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. He opened the door and handed the envelope to the minion there and closed the door immediately after, walking back to the bed. Spike stripped quickly and hopped up onto the silk covered bed, pulling the blanket up and rolling to one side .
He grit his teeth when a part of him wanted nothing more than the heat of the boy, the closeness they used to share but he shook his head and snarled softly, he wasn’t weak! He was a Master Vampire! Feared and respected! He didn’t attach himself to a bloody pet!
Spike turned over and curled up under the blankets and fitfully fell asleep, while Xander hunkered down in his cage, trying to get comfortable on the padding and with the chains. He eventually found a comfortable position and stared unseeingly at the blanket on top of his cage. He didn’t understand it, and he didn’t understand why he felt hurt inside because of it.
Previous Chapter: Chapter 30 - Cinnamon
Next Chapter: Chapter 32 - Darkness
All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.