Title: Puppy Love 27/50 - Silk
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13
Warnings: Not much here.
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 learns a few things.
Word Count: 1608 (as per Word Count)
Beta: margaret_53 and laazikaat
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
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A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!



I've been nominated at the forbidden awards! Woo who! Some of you will vote for me, right?


Wow, two more noms! One for this and one for best general author. I'm stunned, I really really am. Thank you whoever you are, I'm honored and ecstatic. Thank you!



The Xander Babble Award - Best WIP [work in progress] for "Puppy Love"
The Xander, King of Cretins Award - Best Author [a year or more]

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Xander luxuriated on the silk strewn bed. It had been ages since he’d been locked in the crate, as spacious as it was, but he was never without his ankle chain. He loved it, the freedom granted to him; he knew why it was possible and oddly felt no twinge of regret. Everything that was given to him, everything that he’d been granted and presented with had been a reward for his excellent behaviour.

He remembered how it had felt to fight, the constant thread of fear in his every waking moment, the bruises and abrasions, the burns and lacerations. This was so much better. So what if he’d had to give up his very being to a soul sucking demon, it felt good. He was well nourished, cared for, and distracted and in truth he didn’t mind most of what was expected of him in return. He was quiet, soft spoken, respectful, not that different from home really but now he didn’t get the tar beaten out of him anyway, no matter if he kept to the rules or not.

He enjoyed his silent solitude surrounded by colouring utensils and drafts of drawings or just luxuriating in that sumptuous silky bed. He stretched again, feeling his skin slide on the soft and divine surface of the bed, Really? Why fight? Oh god, why fight when it’s just so good if I toe the line, keep behaving. He’s not even asking much of me and the sex ... is it really rape? When I ask and beg for it, when I plead and cry for it?

The door clicked open and Xander sprawled on his stomach, face propped up on his folded arms as Spike walked in, drinking in the sight of his owner. Spike smiled down at him. “Have a good rest then?” he asked.

Xander moaned happily and stretched, leaving his arse in the air for a little longer than strictly necessary, and couldn't help but notice as Spike's eyes lay glued to it.“Delightfully Master, but I missed you when I woke up. Thank you so much for asking. I hope you slept well too?” All were words that were taught to him, all were words he was ordered to say but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to know the answers; he was bored stiff.

“Yeah pet, I did. Had some business to take care of and didn’t want to wake you. Glad you took advantage of it.” He quickly stripped and slid between the sheets, sighing contentedly. “And you kept the bed nice and warm besides.”

Xander smiled softly, put away all his drawing materials and moved to snuggle with Spike, his head on the vampire’s chest, arm about his waist comfortably. Spike had long ago told him how much he enjoyed the human’s warmth and he tried to share that warmth as often as possible. Besides, it was comfortable. Happy vampire means less likely to punish me vampire!

He lay like that for some time, listening while Spike watched recordings of Passions; he didn’t pay attention, he was too distracted. Xander thought back on that gift box full of goodies that he was yearning for and again wondered how Spike had gotten it so very perfectly right. Again he remembered falling asleep before Spike whipped him in the shower, the only precursor being Spike telling him to sleep. He hadn’t dwelt on these things for awhile but after that perfectly perfect box he couldn’t help himself. It was almost as if Spike held some kind of power over him.

The hand wrapped around Spike’s waist was idly drawing on the pale expanse of skin before him. Xander took a deep breath, Who knows what else he’s made me do if he can just make me sleep with a word. Maybe all of this, all my second guessing and fear and apprehension are because of him. Won’t know if I don’t ask, though who’s to say he’d tell the truth. Besides for all I know it’s something Sherlock Homlsey where small things gave me away totally. Right? Right. And really all he’ll do if he’s pissed is punish me... Maybe I should keep my gob shut. “Master… may I ask you something?” Or, it can work without my thinking, again. Dammit.

Spike paused the tape, “Yeah pet,” he ran his fingers through Xander’s shaggy hair, liking how the light of the room was caught in each strand. Maybe I should let the human out for some sun time… he would look lovely in an all body tan and natural highlights in his hair; something to think about anyways. Wonder what’s got him all tied up in knots? I was enjoying my little bit of warm and quiet.

“Master… Master how-how did you know? About-about what I was wishing for? I mean the box it was, it was perfect. A-and what about how you made me sleep that time? When you whipped me till I cried? Are you, do you know magic or something? Are you reading my mind and making me, making me do things I don’t want to do?” Because I apparently still have babble-foot-in-mouth disease. Oh boy, I’m gonna be lucky to get out of this without another whipping.

“Told you you were mine puppy. The binding did it, made you a part of me. I can make you do a lot of things, but I can’t change your feelings, can't blame me for those.I can, however sense your feelings and strong thoughts. What did you think the binding was, puppy? You are bound to me, I get to see parts of you no one else has seen. Also means I can make you obey simple commands like sit, stay, sleep, like any other well trained puppy,” Spike kept petting his hair calmly.

“Master?” Xander felt his heart hammer in his chest while the reality of his situation hit him. He really was bound to Spike, nothing was his and his alone anymore, not even the confines of his mind. Spike?

“Yeah pet, I heard you both times.” Spike kissed the top of Xander’s head.

“Why can’t I hear you?” he queried softly.

“Because I never taught you how to. It’s easy once you learn, lets you keep an eye on how happy with you I am. Rather handy and all that. Didn’t feel you had a need to learn, you learned well enough from body language alone. You can thank that book you read for that and the rest. Damned thing's saved your hide, if not your life, more times than I can count.” The fingers never stilled, though his other hand began to slowly roam.

“Master?”

“Yeah pet?”

“What-what exactly does my being bonded, or claimed, or whatever it is we did mean? I mean… shouldn’t I know so I can serve you better? Shouldn’t I be properly trained to read your emotions and stuff? Shouldn’t you teach me as much as possible about myself and the abilities you gave me Master?” Xander wasn’t sure about what he was saying, part of him believed it but the other part of him was horrified. I don’t want to be trained! I don’t want this! Not like this, the fantasy yes but not the reality! I don’t care for Spike, I don’t want to be the perfect little slave, I just want to survive as long as I possibly can.

“Means you’re an open book to me pet, means every emotion every need and want I can pick up on. Means if you think on something hard enough I can pick that up too. Means if I die so do you. Means a lot of things pet. Want me to find you a book so you can read up on it?” Spike sounded almost amused, yet Xander held still.

“No, thank you Master. I think… I think that’s enough for now. If you want me to know more Master, I can always learn but for now I think that’s enough. It explains some things.”

“Guess we both had our secrets going in, didn’t we puppy?”

“Master?”

Spike mock sighed deeply, he was actually enjoying the exchange. “Yeah pet?”

“Why don’t you get angry that I call you by your name in my head Master? I would have thought you’d insist and punish me for it.” Xander held his breath, but the soothing fingers in his hair never stopped their stroking.

“It’s important that those around us hear you call me Master, but it doesn’t matter what you call me in your mind. Soon enough you’ll think Master when you think of me and then, then I’ll know I truly have you. I will always own you but when you think ”Master”, the moment you do, I'll know you've surrendered to me. You may think you're fooling me with your pretty words and pretty actions but you're not. I know you're still a bloody White Hat, know you're only doing this to stay in my good graces and not get punished. You will eventually think of me as your Master boy, and when you do... well, we'll leave that till then.”

Xander exhaled sharply, not liking the sound of that. “Master, do you just want me broken?”

“No puppy, I just want you mine and proud of it, mine and unable to deny it any longer. It’ll come, it always comes eventually. I’m willing to accept your lapse until you truly mean it as long as you keep it in your head. Think of it as just another way I’m keeping track of you.”

Xander said the only thing he could, “Yes Master.”





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