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Nomination!

2009-11-23T23:51:38Z

Woo who! I got nominated again at the Running With Scissors Award, round 7!

Nomination and Category is:
Stakes and Chains [best slash] - Splindsey

Thank you oh anon nominator!

Truth Denied 27/?

2009-11-19T03:20:34Z

Title: Truth Denied 27/?
Pairings: Spander (eventually)
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall but this chapter... PG13
Warnings: Near death, a little fear, you'll see.
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: About five years post NFA, Xander needs a job, like, NOW! And runs into someone he knows where he'd least expect it.
Word Count: 1327 (As per Word 2007 Word Count)
Beta: purpledodah 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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by tamakin

Xander was watching TV in the living room while Spike eyed the open oven. It was covered with baked on filth on the inside, no one seemed to have cleaned it in some time. He held up a can of Mr. Muscle, an oven cleaner, and Spike had enjoyed the name, more manly than some of those out there. And besides, he may be wiry, but he’d take any aid he could get at such a grisly task. He’d read the instructions carefully and had even opened all the windows, first time and all, he was going to do it right!

He smiled to himself and snapped thick yellow rubber gloves on and made sure the nozzle was aimed in the right direction. He felt a tickle in the back of his throat and coughed softly as the foam coated the walls of the oven. He covered his face with the back of his hand, his breathing suddenly becoming labored. “Xan…” he wheezed out and hoped the human could hear him.

~*~

Xander was busy channel flipping. He heard a soft thudding coming from the kitchen, and flipped the TV off, listening to see if Spike needed help and when he heard his wheezed name, immediately the worst came to mind, Greg had broken in and instead of taunting Spike, he’d just killed him. He couldn’t push that image out of his mind as he ran through the apartment to the kitchen, sliding on the wood floors. The sight that greeted him was curious.

Spike was bent over the door of the oven, struggling to breathe until he fell on his back, unconscious. Xander ran over to Spike, screaming his name. The boy checked his pulse and still felt it, it was starting to fade as Spike’s chest seemed to refuse to inflate and feed his lungs oxygen. He scrabbled for the phone, dialing frantically for emergency services. He was greeted with a cool, calm, voice.

“Fire, police or ambulance?” The operator asked.

Xander screamed into the phone, “My friend can’t breathe, send an ambulance, he just fell over, please please help him, send someone, please!”

“Sir, have you tried CPR?” The operator asked.

“Yeah, but I must be doing it wrong or something because his chest never moved and I couldn’t get any air down his throat, it just felt like I couldn’t get through, please you have to send help, his lips are starting to turn blue! PLEASE!” Xander babbled then screamed into the phone as Spike lay there, unconscious.

“Sir the ambulance has already been dispatched, they’ll be at the front door to your apartment in no time.” The operator tried to sooth him with his voice.

“No! They’ll never find it, it’s hidden. Go to the back of the building, I’ll…. I’ll be there, just send someone quick!”

Things happened in a whirlwind, Xander running down the stairs, hearing the sirens then directing the medics. One of them examined Spike and tried to ask questions of Xander, but the boy didn’t hear them, he was awash with terror that Spike was going to leave him, he looked to be in shock. The EMT slammed something into Spike’s thigh, and the blond gasped in a breath, still unconscious.

“I think we got here in time, you did the right thing, why don’t you ride in the bus with us? Make sure you’re alright too.” He looked Xander over worriedly. The boy was silent and just standing out of the way of everything, breathing in rhythm to Spike without even realizing it. The EMT looked at the boy’s glazed eyes and nodded to his partner. Both residents were taken from the apartment, to run screaming through the streets in an ambulance rushing, rushing to save Spike, and Xander just stared dumbly at Spike, still breathing in rhythm.

Inside Xander screamed, and pulled his hair, inside he was freaking out, terrified he was about to lose Spike forever. He was a vampire before! Nothing could have stopped him, and now? Now? Now something Greg did is going to kill him. It’s got to be Greg, no one else would want Spike dead. Unless it was for me? Maybe I was the target of this attack? Could this be my fault? Could this be some magic going hinky? We’re not near a hell mouth, but that doesn’t discredit it completely! Oh god Spike, Spike, please pull through, please fight Spike, they got you breathing, now you just gotta keep breathing, oh god Spike, please keep breathing!

~*~

Xander paced in the waiting room, throwing prayers to whatever God would answer them to please save his newly human friend! It wasn’t time for him to go! Not now! Not before… He never regretted it more than in those anguishing hours. He knew it would never be returned, but maybe if he’d said something, he wouldn’t feel so bad now, without that regret maybe he’d feel a little less like he was the heel of the earth, constantly taking the shittiest piece of the pie. He hated his life!

He couldn’t tell the guy he liked that he liked him because he couldn’t ever be with a guy, not that way, no way. He wished he could, he hated his father with a venom, taking away that huge piece of his life just… out. He took it out, and he put nothing in its place to replace it and now Xander was left hollow and empty inside, and nothing ever seemed to fill it just right.

He’d come close with Anya, but in the end, he knew that the being gay thing would always stand between them, he couldn’t deny it forever. He thought Buffy might fit it, she was strong like a big burly man, he could possibly have pretended with her. But all in all, even Cordelia, he’d just been trying to grasp at the teenage norm. To stay away from whatever made him… him. He hid from all the men he was attracted to, using stiff retorts and biting comments to shield himself from trying anything, no way someone could like you if they thought you hated their guts, right?

He was still pacing, lost in his thoughts, when a doctor stopped him. “You’re the one that called it in? Are you family of some sort?”

Xander blinked back tears, thinking, was he family? “Of a sort,” he managed to mumble out.

The doctor smiled and patted his arm. “Don’t worry, our hospital sees same sex relationships as real relationships. Your friend suffered an allergic reaction to some oven cleaner he was using. We gave him epinephrine and some other drugs, he’ll be fine. You saved his life, if you’d been one minute off your friend wouldn’t have survived without severe brain damage. He’s got his own room for now, and you can go in to see him. I’ll leave a note at the desk telling them you’re family so regular visiting hours won’t apply to you.”

Xander stared, finally remembering to breathe when the doctor finished. He gasped in a breath and started sobbing uncontrollably, his hand on the doctor’s shoulder. He finally tapered off and sniffled, looking at the doctor abashedly. “No one needs to know about this, right?” He pleaded with his eyes.

The doctor smiled and patted his arm, “I’m a doctor, I know how to keep a secret. You can go into your friends room now, he’s sleeping, but you can see him, try not to wake him.” He smiled again and wandered off, a few files under his arm.

Xander collapsed into a chair, and ran his hands through his hair, panting. Spike was alright, he was going to be fine, it was an allergy and Xander and heard Spike in time, it was okay. He cried a little more, wiping at his moist eyes with the heels of his hands, and breathed deeply, making his way to Spike’s room.

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Puppy Love 50/50 - Magic - Epilogue

2009-11-09T05:28:02Z

So that's it kids, Puppy Love is over I hope you enjoyed the ride. If you haven't commented yet, there's still time! Please comment and let me know if you liked this thing. Thanks for everything to my beta's and hawk_soaring for the prompt chart

Title: Puppy Love 50/50 - Magic - Epilogue
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter..... R
Warnings: M/m, the usual warnings of kink and such, but it's a really tame chapter.
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 and Master
Word Count: 569 (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 feed her? It'll help me write anything else. I'm totally stone walled.

Two wonderful banners by purpledodah beneath the cut. One not really work safe but it's great for the fic.

purpledodah made me these pretty banners for Puppy Love, don't you think the last one is just perfect? Click to make bigger!

Several years passed with no further contact from the old gang. Giles had convinced them, it seemed, that he was happy where he was. Either that, or it was really, really hard to find and get into Spike’s lair. Part of Xander hoped it was the latter, but the other part knew he’d still say no to going back, he was so happy where he was.

Spike had never reverted back to his “I need to be cruel to prove I’m a Master Vampire” ways, treating him as a beloved pet instead and Xander flourished. The boy really was meant for a slave’s life, for the slave of a Master Vampire, and he’d finally found home.

Spike cherished him, killing anyone that got too close to his pet at the clubs, now and then taking them out to an elegant demon dining establishment, a few times to the beach, once to a demon sanctuary in Hawaii, they spent a month there. Xander was allowed out alone during the day there and he always came back home to Spike, never straying far from his Master.

They travelled the globe, exploring everywhere Xander had ever wanted to visit and several places his Master wanted to see. Xander and Spike never had problems with customs, travelling in ways that didn’t cross them, making identification unnecessary, but when it was, Spike always somehow managed to have some.

After five years had passed, Xander rolled over in bed one day and looked at his Master. “Master, did Buffy and Willow ever try to find me?” It was something he’d always wanted to know.

Spike looked at Xander, the boys head on his tummy. “Yeah pet, once. Didn’t want to tell you, didn’t want to confuse you. They found the lair and tried to find you but the minions had them pinned in the basement, they weren’t going anywhere. I’m not even sure if the Slayer knew how to get out of there if she’d ever found you. I sent them on their way, a little bruised maybe, but they were alright… Knew you’d hate it if something ever happened to the chits.”

Xander looked up at him, startled. “But…” He blinked back tears, suddenly grateful that his Master had still been looking out for him, even though he would have been justified in killing them. “Thank you Master.”

“Did a little magic after they left, over you and over me. Makes it impossible for them to track us using magical means, and we’ve left no paper trail for them to follow and find you… they’re no longer a threat my pet and they’re no longer in any danger because of it.”

“Thank you Master,” Xander smiled up at him, in awe, Spike despised everything magical before. “Thank you for doing this for me Master, I’m very, very grateful,” he whispered and kissed Spike’s tummy.

Xander looked up at him and smirked softly, “Is it sexy time yet?” He owed the vampire that much at least. He hid his tears of gratitude, and smirked instead. He owed his Master so much, he’d done so many good things to him. Besides, the vampire shagged him in all the best ways, and he really wanted to get the girls out of his head, this was the best way.

Spike rolled them over so he was on top and laughed. “Whenever you want it puppy, whenever you want.”

Previous Chapter: Chapter 49 - Play Time

All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.

Puppy Love 49/50 - Play Time

2009-11-02T07:46:21Z

Chapter 50 is more of an epilogue, the story's almost over kids, I'm kinda sad about that.

Title: Puppy Love 49/50 - Play Time
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC17
Warnings: M/m, the usual warnings of kink and such, but it's a really tame chapter.
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 new trade.
Word Count: 526 (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 feed her? It'll help me write anything else. I'm totally stone walled.

Two wonderful banners by purpledodah beneath the cut. One not really work safe but it's great for the fic.

purpledodah made me these pretty banners for Puppy Love, don't you think the last one is just perfect? Click to make bigger!

Xander pranced about the room, cleaning it, bending over at the waist to dust and pick up things, letting his skirt lift up and show off his bruised and striped ass. He was wearing high patent heels, fishnet stockings, a little maids uniform and the little matching hat. His Master was exploring another kink, it seemed.

Spike sat at his desk and watched, tongue curled behind his teeth, smirking, knowing the boy bent over at those angles just to show himself off, Probably hoping I’ll fuck him and he won’t have to clean any more. Spike snorted and kept watching, tapping a riding crop against the boot of his crossed leg.

Xander hummed along with the music, bopping to the music now and again as he cleaned up the room, gathering all the laundry into the basket, happy a minion was in charge of actually washing them, then got to work and started on the bathroom. His Master got up and leaned against the door frame to watch him scrub the shower, the toilet, the floor, everything, getting the bathroom sparkling, and took every chance he could to show off his ass.

Spike chuckled now and again, but couldn’t fault the boy’s cleanliness, and walked back to his chair. After a minute Xander came to him, standing, head bowed, feather duster in both hands, “Please Master, I’m done.”

Spike nodded and chuckled, “A good job you did too pet, a good job. Now bend over and grab the end of the bed for support. You haven’t finished your service to me yet, and I want my money’s worth.”

Xander bent over as instructed and felt Spike flip up his skirt over his ass and run his hands over the bruised and battered cheeks, the magical unguent had only healed him so much. He’d taken quite a beating for freeing Giles, it was worth it but he still carried the marks and would for some time. He shifted, his feet so very, very, very sore from the heels and Spike smacked his ass making him jump and bite back a yelp of surprised pain.

“Hold still bitch, don’t want my aim off, now do you?” Spike pulled the plug out and slid into his pet’s ass, hissing softly at the heat and tightness. With slow steady strokes he fucked Xander, harder and harder, making the boy bounce against him, until he was bouncing off his feet, thrusting against his owner.

Spike chuckled and leaned forward to whisper at his pet, “And no puppy, you don’t get to cum this time.” Two strokes later he was emptying into his pet who was practically crying in dismay and need, wanting to cum so very, very badly.

“Please Master? I cleaned the lair up so well, please?”

His Master slapped him hard on the thigh, “When I say no, I mean no. Suffer puppy, you won’t die from it.” Spike smirked, “Just means we’ll have more play time later, doesn’t it?”

Xander smiled and sagged, feeling himself get plugged up again, trapping his Master’s semen inside him. His Master was right, they’d just have to have more play time later.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 48 - Romance

Next Chapter: Chapter 50 - Magic - Epilogue

All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.

Awards!

2009-11-01T04:56:33Z

I won an award!

At the No Rest For The Wicked awards

Woo who! Yay! Thank you!

Puppy Love 48/50 - Romance

2009-10-27T01:19:23Z

Two chapters left!!! I hope you guys enjoy this.

Title: Puppy Love 48/50 - Romance
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC17
Warnings: M/m, the usual warnings of kink and such, but it's a really tame chapter.
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 a surprise. The good kind.
Word Count: 1020 (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 feed her? It'll help me write anything else. I'm totally stone walled.

Two wonderful banners by purpledodah beneath the cut. One not really work safe but it's great for the fic.

purpledodah made me these pretty banners for Puppy Love, don't you think the last one is just perfect? Click to make bigger!

When Xander got back to the room, he knew something was up. Spike was hesitating at the door. The vampire took a deep breath and opened the door, motioning his pet in. Xander looked around in wonderment.

The bed was strewn with thorned roses and rose petals, every candle was lit, there was even a table set up with a dinner already served and waiting, steaming faintly. Xander looked up at his Master in surprise, and tugged the vampire’s pant leg. “Master?”

“Yeah pet?” Spike voice sounded a little guarded, as if waiting for the human to laugh or reject this show of affection.

“Why are you being so nice Master? Letting me go outside? You don’t even chain me to the bed anymore, or lock the door, and now roses and dinner at a table and just… why are you trusting me so much Master?” Xander looked up at him, so very, very confused, life had had a normalcy before all this; a kinky and perverted normalcy, but normalcy non-the-less.

Spike led the way to the table and pulled out a chair, motioning Xander to sit. Xander sat down awkwardly, unused to sitting on furniture after so long without doing so. He sat with his hands at his sides, waiting for his Master to answer. Instead his Master pushed the chair in and sat down across from Xander and looked at him before looking submissively down.

“No pet, not tonight. Tonight’s special, we’re celebrating. Should’a done it sooner, but you know my rules, gotta get any punishments out of the way before any reward is ever given.” Xander winced and rocked on the chair, the healed lashes still stung horribly in memory.

“Why am I being rewarded Master?”

“Well, after your confrontation with the Watcher, and your change in thought… did you notice you call me Master in your head now? I’m celebrating you finally becoming mine, totally, truly, mine. I also… I also heard you, outside, what you nearly said.” Xander flushed and Spike looked almost bashful. “I don’t have to ask if you meant it, because I felt that you did.”

Xander stayed silent, hands in his lap, waiting for Spike to get to the point of this beautiful room. He was so embarrassed, he should have remembered the bond, the fact his mind wasn’t his anymore, not really, nothing was his anymore. “Yes Master,” he finally said when it looked like his Master was waiting for an answer.

“So, we’re going to have a date, dinner, maybe a movie, and a definite bout of shagging on those roses, and yes they have all their thorns. You’ll like the pain pet, promise.” Spike smirked and had a forkful of food, and motioned to Xander, “Want that plate cleaned pup, even all the veggies!” Spike motioned with his fork.

Xander smiled and nodded, “Master, may I eat?” he asked softly.

“Yes pup, good boy. New rule, we’re ever in a restaurant or eating at the table, after I start you are allowed to start eating yourself. You’ve taken to your training well puppy, quite well, I’m tempted to take you out in public more often. Demon only places, of course, but some are nice dining establishments, sure we can find something for us.”

Xander smiled and dug in, it was meatloaf, peas, mashed potatoes, green beans and carrots and a green leafy salad with grape tomatoes. Xander dug in with a relish, it may not have been the most romantic of foods, but it was the first time in a long time he’d been able to feed himself, and he missed simple meals like meatloaf.

Quickly and quietly they finished, it was a comfortable quiet, with the radio playing something soothing in the back ground. Xander wiped his face with his napkin and finished his glass of juice, and looked shyly at Spike.

“So, movie?” Spike asked with a smile.

“Don’t care, won’t be watching it, will be watching you as I strip you and worship your body with my mouth, tongue, lips and hands, so if you really need a distraction from that, by all means!” Xander said daringly, his Master just chuckled, as eager as his pup.

Spike got up and walked over to Xander. He held out his hand and smiled when Xander took it. With ease he picked him up and dropped him gently on the middle of the bed and Xander was already wincing from the thorns. Spike looked down at his pet and stripped, climbing on top of his pet.

Xander parted his legs and held his arms out towards his Master, and moaned happily when Spike lay atop him and kissed him deeply, grinding his erection against Xander’s. They both writhed on the bed, the thorns ripping and cutting at their skin.

Xander moaned into Spike’s mouth and shifted so the plug was easier to remove. Smoothly Spike pulled it out and slid inside his pet, and slowly, almost lovingly, fucked him into the bed. Both were sweating, grinding against each other, pressing their bodies against each other, hungrily kissing and devouring each other’s mouths.

Xander urged his Master deeper, harder, with his feet on Spike’s ass as his thighs wrapped around him. Spike chuckled and whispered in his ear, “Didn’t want the roses to tear too badly into you, but if you insist,” and really started hammering into him.

Xander started calling out with each thrust, nails digging into Spike’s back as the thorns dug and tore into him. His Master kissed his lips then down his throat, and finally started nibbling with blunt teeth at the boy’s scarred neck. Xander cried out loudly, so very close to the edge. “MASTER!!! PLEASE!!! I need to cum Master, please!!”

Spike chuckled and mumbled “cum” into the boy’s ear then bit down on his throat with his fangs. Xander screamed in pained bliss, his cock spurting all over their chests and stomachs.

Xander fell back, panting, gasping for breath. “Master… I love you.”

Spike kissed the top of his pet’s head. “I know you do puppy, and I… I love you too…”

Previous Chapter: Chapter 47 - blue

Next Chapter: Chapter 49 - Play Time

All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.

Puppy Love 47/50 - Blue

2009-10-19T04:25:43Z

Title: Puppy Love 47/50 - Blue
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13
Warnings: Nothing really
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 a precious reward.
Word Count: 882 (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 feed her? It'll help me write anything else. I'm totally stone walled.

Two wonderful banners by purpledodah beneath the cut. One not really work safe but it's great for the fic.

purpledodah made me these pretty banners for Puppy Love, don't you think the last one is just perfect? Click to make bigger!

Spike woke him up earlier than usual and Xander mumbled into his pillow, not a morning person. Spike smacked his fully healed ass and told him to get out of bed. Xander sighed and rubbed his eyes clear of sleep and swung his legs off the side of the bed. He slid to his knees and yawned and spread his thighs, hands behind his back, once more grateful Spike had eventually used that unguent that had just healed him overnight. He had to learn his lesson after all, so he had to suffer, but kneeling was definitely easier after the use of the unguent.

“You’ll like this puppy, come,” his Master called to him and patted his leg, pointing to the floor at his heel and started to walk to the door. Xander scrambled to follow, noting, with some confusion, that Spike hadn’t needed to unlock the door to let them out for once, and he wasn’t even leashed! He followed closely, being led in a direction he wasn’t familiar with. Finally when his knees were hitting cold tile, he realized something was up and lifted his head.

They were in the main foyer, Xander recognized it from his mad dash to get out of here that day, so long ago. He remembered his lessons well from that day. Spike opened the door and led Xander outside. The porch was huge and very shady so the vampire could easily sit and watch his pet play.

“Go on puppy, you know you can’t leave, I know you wanted to get your tan back, go on, get out there.” Spike nudged him with a foot.

“Master? Really? You… you aren’t afraid I’ll just run?” Xander stayed on his knees beside his Master, just inside the door, afraid.

“Got the fence still up, and I like you better with a tan. I trust you puppy, I know you know the rules.” Spike smiled down at him and pet his head, then urged him forward.

Xander smiled and slowly crawled outside, timidly into the sunlight, his pale skin almost glowing under the sun. He crawled down the verandah steps and crawled blinking into the light. His Master stayed well back out of the sun, deep in the shade of the verandah and smiled down at Xander as the boy just flopped on his back on the grass and looked up at the clouds, not too far away from where his Master was sitting.

Xander looked up at the blue, blue sky, dotted with clouds and felt tears grow in his eyes. He never thought he’d ever see the sun again, never mind a blue sky. He got up and ran over to his Master, kissing his feet. “Thank you Master, thank you, I never thought to see the blue sky again.”

“You done then? Thought you humans preferred a little more sun than that. Get out there, don’t want to have to start buying you vitamin D supplements and injections. You’re to go outside for at least an hour a day, sometimes more, never less. I want you nice and golden brown, so get your arse out there!” Spike smiled down at him and ruffled his hair before the human scrambled back into the sun.

Xander knelt and leaned back until he was resting on his arms, and just drank in the sun, letting the tears silently fall. He really had no complaints now, nothing real. Spike really was the perfect Master for him.

Spike watched his pet on the thick lush grass and smiled. He’d always meant the boy to go out into the sun, and now that he could trust him, he would. He’d get sun every day if that’s what he wanted, which he obviously did. The only regret Spike had was not being able to be in the sun with his boy, not being able to play with him, stroke his sun warmed skin, nothing… At least the boy would tan again, and he wasn’t joking about vitamin D shots, he wasn’t going to have his puppy get sick!

Xander was sprawled again, and called out to his Master, “Master, next time, can I bring some crayons or something out here? Maybe some comic books?”

Spike chuckled, “How about we put together an ‘outside’ bag for you, full of stuff to do in the sun. I don’t recommend the crayons though, those’ll melt out under the sun in no time flat.”

Xander smiled and looked up at the clouds. “Yes Master, thank you Master.” Master I love you. It was right on the tip of his tongue to say it, but he held it back, sure his Master could never feel the same for a pet and he didn’t want to be crushingly disappointed. He could love his Master in secret if he had to, grateful for everything he’d done, everything he’d given, for the life he now had thanks to the vampire.

Xander looked over at his Master and smiled then looked straight up again, hands behind his head. He was truly happy, for the first time ever in his life he was as happy as he’d ever been, more, ever so much more happy then he’d ever been. His Master was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 46 - Twelve

Next Chapter: Chapter 48 - Romance

All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.

Puppy Love 46/50 - Twelve

2009-10-12T07:21:29Z

Title: Puppy Love 46/50 - Twelve
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... R
Warnings: Heavy play in a public space
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 punished.
Word Count: 961 (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 feed her? It'll help me write anything else. I'm totally stone walled.

Two wonderful banners by purpledodah beneath the cut. One not really work safe but it's great for the fic.

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Xander trembled.

Spike cuffed him securely before locking him to the rings on the St. Andrew’s cross. Even his ankles wore cuffs, better to fight against soft leather than rough rope, less damage. Xander panted heavily, not permitted a blindfold, made to stare at the vampires collected in front of him to see his expressions and listen to him scream.

Xander sobbed, he didn’t think he could do it, already he was making the locks rattle with his trembling. Spike didn’t seem to notice, he lined himself up beside and behind Xander, the cane in hand. He swished it through the air, hearing it swoosh clearly and saw Xander jump, he’d expected a blow.

Spike ran a hand over his perfect ass, “You gotta count ‘em pup, gotta tell me which one I’m at. You get it wrong we start over, you got it puppy, got the rules?” Spike stroked down Xander’s trembling back.

“Yes Master, I got it, I have to count them, I have to get the right number or you start over again at zero. I understand.” Xander whispered through a fear constricted throat. He whimpered and clenched his eyes in apprehension of pain. He wasn’t to be disappointed.

His Master struck him once across both ass cheeks, making him scream in agony, he felt the tendons on his neck stand out as he screamed, and then the wave of pain came back and washed over him again, making him gasp and struggle briefly. The crowd tittered as they watched him suffer.

“One Master!”

His Master hit him again, across both cheeks, making him scream again, thrashing and aching, wishing he could just get this over with.

“TWO Master!” His world was awash in pain, the waves washing over him nearly drowning him.

His Master brought it hard against his right cheek and Xander shrieked, screaming, and forgot to count, even though Spike waited.

“Back to one it is. Count puppy, don’t make me repeat myself! Now again!” He brought the cane down again, already there were lines of cut and inflamed flesh from the first two strikes, the cane was a wicked implement, so thin that with the strength Spike was using it easily split the skin.

“One Master!! One, one one one! One Master!” Xander started babbling when his throat stopped being too constricted to say anything. He was panting, face scrunched in pain, the crowed tittered again, pleased that he’d fucked up.

Spike brought it down again, the graphite cane whistling through the air before connecting solidly with Xander’s flesh. The boy howled and struggled, lost in pain, wanting it to stop.

“Two Master, two, two, two Master” Xander panted out, not daring to miss again, he wanted his punishment over as soon as possible.

Spike brought it down again and again Xander shrieked and screamed, thrashing. If the cross hadn’t been bolted down Spike was sure the boy would have knocked it over.

“THREE Master, three!” Xander sobbed now, it hurt, but it was worth it, this pain was worth saving Giles.

The rest of the caning went without incident he didn’t forget a number, didn’t displease, but he was crying in pain at the end, sobbing with it. When he was led back to his cage and he lay down he shivered and pulled the blanket tight around himself, he was going through sub drop, his body just this side of sliding into full blown shock.

He lay there and thought; this was nothing. He’d happily go through it again to save Giles’s life. He remembered the old man bleeding on the floor from his chair, remembered the bravado and how he tried to “save” Xander from his existence.

Xander snorted, saved, right. He’d always crave pain, now that the dam for those hungers had been broken he couldn’t stem the tide, his Master was right, he really was a perfect bottom boy. He thought back to when his Master had suddenly started to treat him harshly and shook his head, nothing close to that had happened again, and his Master was ever attentive. He knew as soon as he got home he’d get his lash marks seen to and properly taken care of… his Master just couldn’t do anything overly caring to a slave he was supposed to be punishing.

Xander looked out the cage at the vampires milling about the room, some shooting him hungry gazes as they smelt his blood and got hungry, several shifted to game face. That’s when Xander understood, the cage was there to protect him as well as show him his place. His Master really did think of everything. Well, everything except the Slayer, he always under estimated her.

He stopped and thought about it, really thought about it, Buffy was alive! She hadn’t died, she’d just run away because things had been too much. Xander could understand things being too much and just wanting to get away, even if it’s only for a little while. He tried to think of what his girls were doing, probably at the hospital with Giles, or at his bedside at home. He smiled to himself, thinking of the girls tending the old man.

Then he thought what Buffy would do when she heard Giles’ message from him, if it was even given. There was little to no chance Buffy was not going to try something… unless Giles managed to convince them not to. Maybe the fact that Xander told Giles about the binding, that would keep them away. They couldn’t kill his Master without killing him too, and there was nothing they could do to keep his Master from taking him back… maybe he’d be left in peace. Maybe he’d be allowed to live his life happily and without interruption.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 45 - Toy Store

Next Chapter: Chapter 47 - Blue

All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.

Puppy Love 45/50 - Toy Store

2009-10-05T18:12:29Z

Title: Puppy Love 45/50 - Toy Store
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13
Warnings: Light play in a public space
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 another choice.
Word Count: 335 (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 feed her? It'll help me write anything else. I'm totally stone walled.

Two wonderful banners by purpledodah beneath the cut. One not really work safe but it's great for the fic.

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Xander wandered nervously up and down the aisles, fingers dancing over this implement or that. He was in a well lit store, and had appeared in a cage again so he had no idea how he got there, and was shopping for a toy. But not just any toy, oh no! It was going to be the toy of his torment, his torture, his twelve lashes of hell.

His Master was there, of course, a chatty companion, who had no shame in getting Xander to bend over and try it, just to see. They’d turned through most of the store when they finally got to the end, where all the canes were.

Xander bent over at his Master’s command, and let out a yelp and grunted, whimpering softly. They were getting close to it, the toy that Xander would pick, his Master would know if he picked something light, and things were getting more and more painful. The cane came down again, at a different angle, and he cried out, sobbing.

“Master, please Master, it hurts.” Xander panted out for the first time.

“Does it hurt enough?” Was the answer and the question.

“No Master, not enough,” he whispered and whimpered softly, knowing his Master would expect no less. He was wearing ass-less leather chaps, each blow connecting directly on his skin. His ass was mottled red all over the place, stripes and dots and every shape in between, even the word “BITCH” was slapped into his ass.

Spike nodded, and moved down the canes until he picked up a graphite cane, thin and light weight, easy to wield . He swung it once sharply over both of Xander’s ass cheeks and Xander actually screamed, “Think we’ve found it then.” he smirked.

Xander panted out “Y-yes Master,” and was led back to his cage before Spike paid for the cane and a few other things. Soon he was asleep, not even sure how his Master carried the ungainly cage with him in it back home.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 44 - Quarter

Next Chapter: Chapter 46 - Twelve

All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.

Okay I admit it

2009-10-02T21:52:45Z

Okay, I admit it, I'm stone walled. I mean totally 100% stone walled. At this point I'm desperate for things to write, even my writing journal isn't helping. So here's your chance, request something. Any pairing, any situation (Except Giles with Dawn *Shudders* I can't write that) and if I can I'll work it into a fic that I can actually write. I don't guarantee doing everyone's fics, but I promise to try at least one, whichever tickles my muse first.

Thanks you guys, for helping me out. I know you want more funfunfun thing to read. Dark, light and fluffy, schmoopy, I'm willing to try anything.... my muse just needs to agree with the inspiration.

Puppy Love 44/50 - Quarter

2009-09-28T05:19:32Z

Title: Puppy Love 44/50 - Quarter
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... hard R
Warnings: Blood and a little torture off screen
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 a choice.
Word Count: 1942 (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!
A.N.2

I WON at the Running With Scissors Award!!!
Runner up:
Rigor [over 10,000 words]
Shattered Shards

Runner Up:
Cookie Dough [WIP]
Truth Denied

Unsung Hero:
Doomed [Het]
The Pack, my version

WOO WHO!!! I WON!!! Thank you so much!

Comments keep my muse well fed. Please feed her? It'll help me write anything else. I'm totally stone walled.

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Spike unlocked his ankle and attached a leash. “Follow at a heel pup.” And Xander did, his head lowered, barely able to see in front of him from under his long hair. The rooms and hallways were all softly carpeted so his knees never once complained, and he knelt back with a bowed head when Spike stopped, hands behind his lower back.

He heard a surprised gasp, a muffled surprised gasp. Confused Xander looked up through his hair at a beaten and bleeding Giles. He held utterly still, knowing this was as much a test of him as anything else. Xander couldn’t imagine just how long Giles had been in the building and he hadn’t known! Oh Giles!.

Spike walked up to the bound Giles, tied to the chair, fingers obviously broken, face a mess of bruises and cuts, blood splattered all over his wife beater under-shirt and jeans. Xander started to tremble the closer Spike got to Giles. He lifted the human’s head cruelly by the hair in a ruthless grip and said, “There! There’s your precious boy! There’s the one you wanted to save, go on, talk to him, we’ll try to keep our comments to ourselves.”

Giles looked at Spike and immediately looked at Xander again. “Xander, Xander listen to me! Everyone else was convinced you were dead, but when I heard you’d gone to Cleveland to help your cousin and never showed up, I knew something was wrong. I heard reports of one of the Slayer’s ‘minions’ belonging to Spike and I’ve been looking for you since! That club Spike took you to, I found one of the demons, he told me where to start looking. Then I found these demon hookers that said a blond vampire and his brunet playmate were ones they’d want to go to again and Xander, I followed the crumbs as I found them, I really did! The girl’s both believe you’re dead, but I knew I’d find you. It was a mite foolish to come here without the Slayer I admit, but I was running out of time with the ingredients to get here, I didn’t have a choice. Xander, please, talk to me!” Giles started slow, then built up speed, sounding confused and pained.

“What do you want me to say Giles?” Xander asked woodenly back.

“That now that I’m gone I’m sure Willow and Buffy will look for me and will find you, even if I’m dead and gone, you have hope dear child, to get out of this! He won’t hold you forever, not with the Slayer after him. You’ll be free! Just hold onto that, hold on tight, no matter what!”

“Free?” Xander looked up, confused at Giles. “You mean, go back to live with the people who abandoned me, who beat me for no reason, who treated me like shit, you want me back in that?”

“I’ll take you as my ward, your parents will easily sign over, it’s not like they bloody well care, useless obnoxious pratts that they are. You don’t have to go back to them.”

“Right, because Spike is going to let you just take me out of here. You’ll be dead, how will I be your ‘ward’ then? You dead kinda negates that option.”

Spike walked back to Xander’s side and pet his hair and murmured. “You promised to never lie to me puppy, do you want what he has to offer? That kind of life, that kind of normalcy, that kind of… existence?”

Xander looked up at him, surprised at even being asked that. He thought about it for a minute, biting back his first instinctive outburst, but it turned out to be what he really felt. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted one, the less he wanted the other one. He looked Giles directly in the eye and said, “You’re too late Giles. That Xander died a long, long time ago. I belong to Spike now, this is my home, I won’t go back to that hell again! I’m loved here, alright, like a pet, but it’s more than I ever got from any of you! He takes care of me, makes sure I eat right, makes sure I have things to do, and brings me pleasures you’d just blush at hearing about. I’m home Giles. I’m never leaving here, Buffy and Willow will be coming here for no reason, I won’t go with them either. I’m sorry Giles, you’re just too late.” Xander even looked away and leaned against Spike, staring at the floor, the carved S and railroad spike clear on his arm for Giles to see.

Spike smirked and ran his hand through Xander’s hair, then nudged him so he knelt straight up and walked over to Giles, picking up the sword that was held out to him on a cushion by a minion who was standing nearby, that’s when Xander noticed the semicircle of vampires around Giles. He flinched, and tried to think of a way to save his friend’s life; even if he was too late he didn’t deserve to die!

Spike held the older man by the back of the neck when Xander finally screamed, “Quarter!”

“What’s that pet?” Spike asked him, amused the boy even knew what that meant, flipping the sword in his hand.

“I’m asking for quarter for Giles, I’ll take whatever punishment you think I’ve earned by asking this, please Master, please! I don’t want him to die, please Master! Think of it this way, if he dies, Buffy and Willow will follow him, then you’ll have a Slayer to deal with, why not just send him home so he can give them my message, that I’d rather be with you as a pet, than as a nothing with them, just the damned donut boy… wait, you said Buffy? I thought she was dead! I thought she died fighting to close Acathla!” Xander looked at Giles wide eyed, back straight and at attention, eager to hear this news.

“No! She came back! She had to kill Angel after he got his soul to close the gate and ran away to get away from her painful memories, but she’s back! She’s back and she’s alive and she’ll be here, soon, to take you home, please Xander, please don’t lose hope,” Giles said breathlessly, his pain making his breaths short and sharp, maybe a rib was broken.

“So I didn’t kill her… huh. I spent all this time thinking I killed her, suddenly I feel a lot better. But please Master, please let Giles go someplace safe where he can easily get home from? Please Master? I’ll pay whatever price you set Master! Just think of Buffy and Willow here all of a sudden, with no warning, they’d manage it, especially with Giles missing, please Master, please!” Xander looked up at Spike, careful to look below his eyes.

“I’m in a generous mood tonight,” Spike drawled. “And I’m grateful to you for those books you kept so well hidden, taught the pup everything he needed to be my perfect slave.” He looked over at Xander. “Tell you what, I’ll even get the minions to drop him off in front of his door, but that’s twelve lashes you’ve earned pet, and they will not be pleasant ones you can float away on either. These are going to hurt you very much.” Spike spoke slowly and clearly, making sure the whelp knew what he was getting into.

“Yes Master, I accept the payment that must be given, please show Giles quarter Master, please!” Xander pleaded to Spike, still obediently in position.

“Alright then, Curly, Mo,” he indicated two minions. “On his doorstep mind, and not a drop of his blood drunk, if he has bite marks on him that I have not placed myself, I will learn about it and I will be seriously displeased,” Spike told the minions. They ran over and just picked up Giles while he was still tied to the chair. Xander relaxed, Buffy would find him, someone would, he’d be okay.

“Good bye Giles, tell the girls not to look for me, he’s done a binding anyways, he’s claimed me, I’d be back here quicker than they can blink. Just… I’m fine, I’m happy, I’m living an odd life but it’s the life I want to live. I’ve decided Giles, this life makes me feel whole in a way I’ve never felt before, makes me feel, feel important to him on some level. This is the life for me, and I’d fight just to get it back, just don’t let them come for me, I don’t want them to die. Spike has a lot more minions than these and they all live here, they would just come here to die. Don’t think Spike is stupid, he’s already thought about it, and the collar would probably shock me till I’m crispy, being so far away, just…. Don’t come after me, please don’t. I’m happy for the first time ever, please don’t come after me. A-and tell Buffy I’m sorry I lied to her.” Xander told Giles as the minions carried him out.

Giles left without another word, listening to Xander’s babble as he was carried out and not making a single retort, dumbfounded. Spike was looking at Xander with an odd expression on his face, and came over, ignoring the minions as they carried out Giles, dismissing the rest with a wave of his hand.

“Did you mean that pet? What you said, you said to him so you coulda been lying, did you mean that? Not just to save Giles’s life, I agree with your Willow Slayer eventuality so that was a done deal, did you mean that? Tell me, I won’t… I won’t hurt you if you were just lying, I promise I won’t.” Spike was looking Xander in the eye, kneeling on one knee in front of him, holding his chin so their eyes met.

“I…I… yes, yes I meant it Master,” he whispered, trembling slightly, shocked when Spike reached in and kissed him softly, tenderly on the lips.

“That’s… thank you pet, I’m glad I’ve made this better for you, happy that you’d rather be here than there,” Spike whispered to Xander, tucking the brunet’s head against his shoulder.

“Think you can do twelve then pet?” Spike asked softly, smirking as he picked up Xander’s leash again, leading him from the room.

“I know I sure as heck will try Master.” Xander smiled up at his Master, and then lowered his head for the crawl back to the room, again thankful for the soft plush carpeting.

Once they were back in his Master’s room, Xander knelt so Spike could take off the leash, and Spike patted the bed and beckoned Xander over. “Come here pet, you’ve earned the bed tonight.”

Xander smiled and crawled over, getting onto “his” side of the bed, barely registering he wasn’t chained to the bed anymore. Things had changed between them, irrevocably, thanks to the visit from Giles. He turned and curled up against Spike, with a soft voice, Xander quavered “Will I last those twelve Master?”

“Said you had to, so you will, because it’s what you earned, what you got in exchange for the old man’s life. You’ll do it because I want you to.” Spike spoke confidently, stroking Xander’s back.

Xander shivered against him and nodded, “Yes Master.” He curled up against his Master and thought to himself,I really do, don’t I? I didn’t lie to Master, I was honest… I really do love this life better than anything I ever had at home. He hoped fervently that Buffy and Willow never found them.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 43 - Red

Next Chapter: Chapter 45 - Toy Store

All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.

WINNER!!!

2009-09-23T03:11:39Z

Winner at the Running With Scissors Award!!

Runner up:
Rigor [over 10,000 words]
Shattered Shards

Runner Up:
Cookie Dough [WIP]
Truth Denied

Unsung Hero:
Doomed [Het]
The Pack, my version

WOO WHO!!! I WON!!! Thank you so much!

Puppy Love 43/50 - Red

2009-09-21T04:11:17Z

Title: Puppy Love 43/50 - Red
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... hard R
Warnings: Blood and a little blood play
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 marked.
Word Count: 520 (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 feed her? It'll help me write anything else. I'm totally stone walled.

Two wonderful banners by purpledodah beneath the cut. One not really work safe but it's great for the fic.

purpledodah made me these pretty banners for Puppy Love, don't you think the last one is just perfect? Click to make bigger!

Xander didn’t even flinch any more. Spike would bring the scalpel blade to his skin, and cut, and he didn’t even flinch. They were light cuts, only deep enough to draw a little blood, which the vampire licked up, he still didn’t want the boy to scar. Spike carved and looked down at his creation occasionally lapping up the blood, smiling softly as Xander gazed at him with lust hazed eyes.

Not that long ago, the idea of this would have had him screaming, and he would have shrieked if anyone ever did it to him, now he just melted against the bed and watched Spike carve into his arm. He never questioned him, never asked what was being cut into his skin, latex covered hand holding his arm in place, the other latex covered hand carved into him and was stained red at the finger tips.

Finally Spike was done and doused the entire thing with rubbing alcohol, making Xander cry out in surprised pain, Spike’s grip held him firm and immobile. Xander grunted and grit his teeth until the waves of pain passed. He moaned again, panting, when it was finally over, conscious of Spike wiping up the blood with some gauze, cleaning his wound.

“May I see it Master, please? In the mirror?” Xander suddenly asked, looking up at him, his eyes still glazed with lust.

Spike smirked, and nodded, “Yeah, go take a look”

Xander languidly rolled over to where the mirror was hanging from the wall, the curtain drawn already. Spike packed up everything but some gauze and tape, dropping the scalpel in a sharps container he was eager to fill, now that Xander was at the point that blood play was accepted easily.

Xander looked at his shoulder and smiled, laughed really. It was an ornate S wrapped around a rail road spike with an S at the top like on his brand. What else would Spike carve into his slave? More proof of ownership of course.

Spike moved over and covered it with a non-stick gauze and taped it down, covering it until it healed enough that it stopped bleeding. He smiled at Xander and stroked his finger down the boy’s face, brushing the long hair out of his eyes. “Like it pet?”

“Love it, thank you Master,” Xander murmured and looked at Spike with a hunger in his eyes and got up, moving to pin Spike down. “Now you’ve hurt me, don’t you usually fuck me?”

Spike laughed and rolled them over so he was on top and kissed his lips tenderly, softly. “Yeah, I do. That a hint puppy, that you’re needy?”

Xander rolled his eyes and lurched up to kiss and cling to Spike. “Yes Master, I’m needy, I’m wanton, I’m desperate, I crave you, need you, plead for you. Please Master, please! Fuck me already!”

Spike laughed and wrapped his hand around Xander’s throbbing member, stroking it casually. “That a fact then? So this is torture for you, is it?” He chuckled darkly.

“YES! Gods yes! Just fuck me already!”

Spike smiled and leaned down for a hungry kiss.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 42 - Senses

Next Chapter: Chapter 44 - Quarter

All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.

Puppy Love Prompt Chart. I deleted this post by accident, here's the repost.

2009-09-14T04:50:32Z

hawk_soaring gave me a nifty keen prompt table to help me through my rough patches. Here it is! I'll be posting the parts and linking back to this chart. (As soon as I figure out the html anyways).

This fic won an award!

Puppy Love Prompt Chart
1. Cuffs	2. Collar	3. Marking	4A. Ownership 4B. Ownership	5. Shaving
6. Bath Tub	7. Plug	8. Heart Beat	9. Savor	10. Cereal
11. Whip	12. Purple	13. Walk	14. Puppy	15A. Moon 15B. Moon
16. Leather	17A. Pet 17B. Pet	18. Deprivation	19. Thunder	20. Cookies & Milk
21. Black	22. Spicy	23. Finger Food	24. Santa	25. Eggs
26. Hung	27. Silk	28. Ropes	29. Bondage	30. Cinnamon
31. Chains	32. Darkness	33. Hallowe'en	34. Snow	35. Club
36. Blood	37. Stage	38. Robin Hood	39. Seventeen	40. Twins
41. Candy Cane	42. Senses	43. Red	44. Quarter	45. Toy Store
46. Twelve	47. Blue	48. Romance	49. Play Time	50. Magic - Epilogue

Puppy Love 42/50 - Senses

2009-09-14T04:15:27Z

Title: Puppy Love 42/50 - Senses
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... R
Warnings: Little s/m not much. If you can think of anything that needs to be added just let me know.
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 experiences something new, and finds he likes it.
Word Count: 1327 (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 feed her? It'll help me write anything else. I'm totally stone walled.

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He was blindfolded once more, but this time it was the kind that he liked, where he could travel down that velvet tunnel and everything was alright. He felt safe now, like never before. Whatever had set Spike off before seemed like it was gone, and it didn’t seem like it was coming back. He moaned when the lash fell, when each lash fell, moaned and lost himself in the haze, in the special place where pain was pleasure, such sweet pleasure.

Xander’s body twitched and jumped now and again at particularly painful lashes that fell against his back, but his head was bent forward, fallen forward, against the St. Andrew’s cross, hanging between the beams. He moaned and panted softly, he wasn’t gagged, he was so very rarely gagged, Spike liked to listen to him moan and groan and plead and beg. He appreciated that, meant it was easier for him to breathe because lately, lately every time Spike beat him… something inside him broke.

It was like a torrent of feelings, falling free of his shoulders, his woes, everything, gone, and he’d cry. Big tears would streak down his face, his nose would get all snotty. Usually Spike had him blow his nose regularly so breathing wouldn’t have been too horrible, but often times he just let Xander suffer, leaving him a liberated weeping mess. He’d get cleaned up at the end then.

He was already crying, big sobbing heaves, tears escaping his blindfold. He sobbed even as Spike stopped whipping him and lifted his head by the hair. Xander winced slightly, but he couldn’t hold up his head on his own, he felt too lost in happy dopey Xander land where everything felt, just, right. Spike mopped his face clear of tears and snot, getting Xander to blow to empty his nose. Spike nodded to himself and walked back behind the boy.

Gently Spike undid him, ankles first, then with an arm around his waist, the boy’s wrists. Spike led him to a bondage table, keeping the blindfold on, telling the boy to hop up and lay on his back. He was quickly obeyed, and Spike chuckled at how obedient his boy was turning out to be. He still hadn’t forgiven himself for his “Prove I’m a Master Vampire by not letting my lust or want of a slave control me” thing. He’d done some unforgiveable things to the puppy, but he was doing better now.

Xander was panting, his sobs stemmed and the walls went back up again inside. He was shocked when he felt a strawberry at his lips. He smiled softly and opened his mouth, biting into the fruit, chewing and getting the rest of it, the green bit having been cut off. Even taste was a new sensation, the strawberry exploded on his tongue, filling his nose with the scent of strawberries. He swallowed and was presented with a firm, tangy grape, which he gratefully consumed. Everything was coming alive.

After being fed for a while of a varying arrangement of fruits, making sure to cleanse and worship the fingers that fed him, Spike chuckled. “Just wanted your energy up pet,” Spike whispered into his ear, Xander started to tense. “Don’t worry, the blindfold will stay on and it’s not nearly as bad as the whip. Just want to decorate your front as well as your back.”

Spike rubbed in mineral oil all over Xander’s body, making his body shine under the lights. Something was wheeled over and Xander started to tense again, Spike soothed and caressed him, “You’ll like it pet, you’ll really like it, I promise.” Xander slowly relaxed again.

The sound of a cover coming off and a liquid dripping was heard before a wash of warm paraffin wax was spilled over his torso. The melted wax conformed to his body, Spike chuckled as Xander gasped in shock at the surprising level of heat coming off the wax as it solidified around his body.

Spike walks around Xander, filling his ladle with more melted paraffin when needed, and spread it over his entire body. He smiles as Xander gasped and arched for each one, almost pleading for more, never fighting, never trying to escape the wax, Spike was right, he did like this pain.

And then Spike poured the wax over his cock and balls, he let out a startled yelp, and moaned, shaking his head, the heat almost unbearable, but so very, very sweet. The pain washed over him like a lover’s caress, filling him with peace and joy, he started crying again, he just felt so good. Spike got him to blow his nose when he needed it and tended him as he poured on the wax.

Finally it was over, but then he realized he was completely covered, from collarbone to knees with wax. He lay on the table, panting, relishing the heat, sleeping with a vampire had really made him appreciate heat. He twisted his wrist slightly, then frowned, the wax was stuck to his skin! How were they going to get it off?!

Suddenly something cold touched his cheek, and he recognized one of Spike’s favorite blades. With practiced ease Spike slid the razor sharp blade between oil slicked skin and paraffin wax, carving the wax away from his skin. He stiffened and held totally still when Spike went near his boys, but he didn’t need to fear, Spike was a blade expert. The oil had really helped from keeping the wax from totally adhering to his hairless skin.

Finally Spike was done, and ran his hand over Xander’s heaving, panting chest, he leaned over and whispered in the human’s ear, “Told you, you’d like it,” and smirked his classic smirk, not that a blindfolded Xander could see, but he could tell. He jumped when he felt a warm washcloth being rubbed over his body.. He was rubbed and massaged with the soft towel as it took away all traces of wax. Xander sighed happily and lay still, letting Spike tend him.
He’d been doing that a lot lately, letting Spike tend him, bathe him, groom him. Spike seemed to enjoy having someone to look after, and Xander had never been looked after like this so he was soaking it up like a sponge. He knew it was probably Stockholm’s syndrome, but he didn’t care. Life was good for him now, for the first time in forever. He was being fed every day, several times a day, not just once! He felt… loved. Loved like a pet, but loved.

He drank it all in, every kindness, every kind word or gesture, every time Spike did something for him “just because”. He felt like he was being wooed, next he was expecting poetry, wasn’t Spike a poet when he was human? Anyways, he loved this tender care, he was getting everything he’d ever wished for, with a twist but everything he wished for, and loved it.

He was growing to admit he loved what Spike did to him, what he made him feel deep inside. Now, whenever the door opened his heart didn’t hammer in terror, it fluttered in anticipation. Not a night went by without Spike showing him some kind of kindness, and he drank it in like he’d been staked out in the desert for his entire life. He was actually starting to feel human. Funny that, finally feeling human with a vampire as the cause. He wasn’t normal though, that he accepted, his cravings and yearnings were too deviant for that.

But he felt loved, and that’s all that mattered.

A.N. I know wax isn’t nearly as easy to get completely off as I said, especially over the entire body, but the oil and his hairlessness would help most of it come off and my muse says that means all of it is gone. Just work with her, there’s no talking to her, unless you want silence for a while.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 41 - Candy Cane

Next Chapter: Chapter 43 - Red

All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.

Puppy Love 41/50 - Candy Cane

2009-09-07T18:58:06Z

Title: Puppy Love 41/50 - Candy Cane
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC17
Warnings: m/m (D'uh), not much. If you can think of anything that needs to be added just let me know.
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 told who's allowed to do what.
Word Count: 1111 (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. I know I'm done writing this fic, but I have so many on the back burner I need inspiration! C'mon people, let me know if you like it, hate it, think I'm a horrible writer who should never have been nommed, whatever, I just want to know what my reading base is thinking.

Two wonderful banners by purpledodah beneath the cut. One not really work safe but it's great for the fic.

purpledodah made me these pretty banners for Puppy Love, don't you think the last one is just perfect?

He sucked on a candy cane lounging on Spike’s bed. He loved how if you sucked them long enough they turned into little spears. He’d poke his tongue and see how hard he had to push to get blood. If the candy was sharp enough, he didn’t have to press hard. This time the candy was sharp enough.

“OW! Dammit!” He ran to the bathroom to assess the damage, looking in the mirror. He was relieved to see it was just a little blood, a small puncture really, and he swallowed that away. He returned to his seat and went on licking the candy, sucking it.

Suddenly he wondered when Christmas was, it would be his first Christmas where he didn’t have to sleep outside to avoid the bedlam within. It would probably pass unmentioned, and Xander really was okay with that. He got that the candy was a Christmas thing, but for all he knew Spike could have picked it up on discount after Christmas was over, who knew what the date was anymore? He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he’d last asked, and his schedule was so awry with Spike keeping some day time hours, and sometimes nights, he had no idea how many days had passed.

He was humming some Christmas carols to himself, watching TV idly when Spike walked in. Xander heard the snick as the key slid into the lock even before the door opened and smiled, calling out clearly to Spike. “Greetings Master, your pet is being well stuffed with sugary goodness, I bet my breath has never been mintier!”

He smiled up at the vampire, these last few weeks had been bliss, Spike was treating him as a beloved pet again, being given all he needed, even a little pain, just to this side of bad pain but he felt it, and he even learned to ask for it from time to time. Spike was all smiles walking into the room then suddenly scowled and ran at him, instantly growling on top of him.

“Who hurt you?” Spike snarled out, carefully looking over the boy for any injuries.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was talking about, his tongue still throbbed. “N-no one, I sucked the candy to a spike and speared my tongue, really, I’m not hurt, it stopped bleeding and everything!” Xander cowered away from him, trembling, then he was stunned when Spike plunged his tongue into Xander’s mouth.

They kissed with a passion Spike had kept hidden for a long time, it was time the boy knew, really knew, what Spike felt for him. He tasted the traces of blood left on his tongue and accepted the boy’s story, daft as it was. He ground down against his now only ankle chained pet, letting him feel the burgeoning erection in his pants against his own. Both of them panted into the other’s mouth, Xander gasping and moaning softly, fingers clamped around a fistful of linen.

Spike broke the kiss and leaned down to murmur in the boy’s ear, “You can touch me, pet, never need permission to touch me ever again, you got that? You want to touch me, and you just go ahead and do it, as long as you deem it proper for the occasion that is. Got me pup?” Spike asked him sternly. Xander’s rapid head nodding answered his question for him. “Good boy…” Then he smacked Xander on the thigh, “Thought we were over this twitching and mumbling, words puppy, learn to use words or I’ll take them away from you, got it?”

Xander blushed and nodded, winced and said, “Yes Master, no more twitching and mumbling about.” Xander’s hands were all over Spike’s body caressing lean muscle, stroking the pale skin with his big hands ghosting over pale alabaster. How he wished he was tan so he could see the stark contrast of their skin, maybe someday he’d ask Spike to let him outside, it’s not like he could run away anyways.

Spike and Xander rolled around on the bed until Spike had him right in front of the mirror, “Watch yourself puppy, want you to see what I do to you, want you to see yourself when I’m in you, how blissed you are.” Without further ado, he pulled out the plug and slid into Xander, using the lube for the plug as lube for the fuck, Xander had learned to like it rough.

The human gasped in pleasured pain and pushed back against Spike’s hips wanting more. He may have grown to enjoy Spike’s company, but really what choice did he have? But that didn’t mean he wasn’t a damned good fuck. Xander always saw stars.

Spike gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, slamming in and out of his human’s heat, hearing his human cry out louder and louder and louder, yet watched Xander’s eyes as he watched himself in the mirror, watched the boy pant and scream, crying out with each thrust. Spike hammered into him until he came in a flood of tepid semen, and only his snarled “NOW!” got the boy to cum at the same time.

Xander saw white, his eyes rolled up in his head as he exploded all over the blanket, he let out a little hiss as Spike withdrew from him, missing his presence inside him. He panted, but didn’t move, watching himself recover from an intense orgasm, sweat glistening on his skin. He wished he could see Spike behind him, but all he saw was the indents he made on the mattress behind him and between his legs. He panted and collapsed with a groan onto the bed, Spike had withdrawn so he knew he was allowed to move.

“Mmmaster,” he sighed and rolled on the bed, nuzzling Spike’s knees. “That was a lot of fun Master, thank you Master, I enjoyed that a lot, thank you Master, for letting me cum.” Xander was babbling, feeling weak and worn out, Spike had really hammered into him this time.

Spike gripped him by the cheeks and lifted him till they were eye to eye, “You ever hurt yourself again, I’ll beat the bloody tar out of you. No one gets to hurt you but me, got it? And if an accident happens, you tell me before anything. You listening puppy?” He shook the boy for emphasis.

“Yes! Yes Master, never, I’ll be good, I didn’t know I’m sorry.” Xander looked fearfully at him, and bit back a whimper of fear. Spike looked positively ferocious, the intensity he was giving him.

“No one hurts you but me puppy, no one.”

Previous Chapter: Chapter 40 - Twins

Next Chapter: Chapter 42 - Senses

All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.

Puppy Love 40/50 - Twins

2009-08-31T04:23:13Z

Title: Puppy Love 40/50 - Twins
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... NC17
Warnings: Het (You can skip this chapter if het squicks you it will not affect your reading of the rest of the fic)
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 a present! A special present...
Word Count: 1993 (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!

Ommigosh! You guys must really like me because someone nommed me for three different fics in another awards comm!

I was nominated at No Rest For The Wicked Awards round two in the following categories:
Title: The Pack, my version
URL: http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/37105.html
Categories: Bring On The Night(best dark)

Title: A Delicate Request.
URL: http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/9823.html
Categories: That Old Gang Of Mine(best gen), Showtime(best original plot)

Title: Splindsey
URL: http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/38056.html#cutid1
Categories: Guise Will Be Guise(best slash), Once More With Feeling(best nc-17/pwp/kinky)

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.

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He saw Spike walk in, his arms around a pair of twins, and lead them towards the bed. Xander, meanwhile was scrambling to put his paper and colouring mechanical pencils away. He cleared off the bed and watched with amazement as Spike led the girls towards the huge bed.

“Told you he was precious, didn’t I? Now which of you two lovely ladies wants first crack at him, I’ll take whoever’s left… just remember, he’s a virgin so be gentle with him, never had a girl, poor thing. That’s what happens with over protective parents, but he’s with me now and I decided he deserved to know what he was missing, what do you think girls?”

They giggled and looked at each other, one flickered her gorgeous blue eyes at him, and flipped her dark hair over her shoulder, her identical twin eyed Spike hungrily. “Decided then, have you?” Spike smirked at them

“Now remember, we’re playing a game, me and him, he’s not allowed to leave the bed and is chained by his ankle to it. I catch one of you trying to free him and you’ll be ruining the pleasure and surprise”

Xander just stared, gape mouthed, wondering what Spike could possibly be talking about. These girls, they were obviously identical twins with sparkling blue eyes and long dark hair. Xander bunched up the blanket in his crotch trying to hide his erection, this was his first glimpse at a woman in months and his teenage body just had to go with it. He watched one of them slink over to the bed, the other wrapped herself around Spike and was slowly leading him to the large bed too.

Xander let out a surprised whimper, the girl crawling up his body to give his lips one soft, long kiss, even the blanket couldn’t hide his erection now, and she was rubbing her body against his anyways. He looked fearfully over at Spike, knowing how possessive and cruel he could be to someone playing with something he thought of as his, which Xander most definitely was. Spike, however, waved him on, and grabbed his girl by the head, hard, kissing her hungrily before he flopped down on the bed beside Xander.

Xander pulled his mouth away from the girl’s and reached one hand over to squeeze at Spike’s hand, needing reassurance and comfort. Spike caressed the skin between his two first fingers, stroking and fondling it, making him feel a little dizzy. “Please Master?” he begged quietly, hoping the girl’s wouldn’t hear him calling Spike Master.

“Fuck her, my little chickadee, make her scream your name, which is Xander in case you girl’s forgot, make her writhe beneath you, want to watch you in action.” Spike winked at him and smirked, making Xander shiver and shudder in apprehension. He may be giving permission now, but he’s afraid of what will happen later when Spike thinks back on tonight.

“You’ve got my permission pet, I won’t retaliate against you, give you my word and you know I never go back on that, now enjoy your girl before she starts to get a complex. This is your birthday surprise! I expect you to enjoy it…. Unless you don’t like girls any more?” He smirked and rolled over, pinning his girl beneath him, slowly undressing her.

Xander looked up at his twin and swallowed nervously, “Like he said, I’ve never been with a woman before, I don’t know… if I’m doing it right or not. I need you to teach me, can you do that? Or I could try to fake it, but I’m sure you’ll never like it then.” Xander was playing with her straight black hair, unable to look her in the face.

Suddenly he was being kissed deeply, passionately, hungrily, and ground against the bed as she straddled his hips. Her kisses were hot, that was the only difference he could tell between her and Spike. Both had soft lips, both knew how to kiss, and both made him feel dizzy when they pulled away from the kiss. He moaned , and gripped her by the back of the hair, fisting it, and bringing her down for another harsh and hungry kiss.

He turned carefully over and started taking the girl’s clothes off, piling them haphazardly on the floor beside them until she was only in her heels and stay up stockings, he left those on, they made her look good and her legs look like they were longer thanks to the heels. Who was he kidding? She looked hot with only those on. He’d never seen a naked woman before, and it definitely had little-Xan’s attention!

He whimpered low in his throat, and she put a finger to his lips. “Nothing scary is going to happen, we have proof we’re disease free and I promise to be gentle and not laugh. Unless you make a joke.” Spike smiled at him and ran his hand along Xander’s skin, licking at his finger now and again, teasing and taunting him, urging him onwards.

She leaned conspiratorially towards him and whispered softly, “I can even make it hurt, if that’s what you want… or you could take me like an animal, all dominant and cruel, not even letting me cum. Or I could make it sweet and tender, or even, if you wanted, treat you cruelly and make you scream. Your partner said you’ve never had a woman, want you to remember this in a good way, something you’ll think back on with fondness if not outright creaming your pants… come on baby, tell aunty what you want, whatever fantasy, come on, I’ll only bite if ask , you know you want to.” She said all of this while rubbing against him tauntingly

Xander looked at her with surprise and shock, but kept his wits about him, knowing there was no way to weasel out of this one. Spike’s hand left him, this was all up to him now. “Just please…. Please just treat me like I’m normal and having fun with another normal girl? Please? I just want this to be as sweet and normal as it can be.” She smiled and nodded, slowly kissing down his chest, until she reached the blanket which she tossed to the side and kept kissing down his nude treasure trail

He looked over at Spike and bit his lower lip. Unsure if he should enjoy this when he normally would run screaming, not out of fear, but fear for the girl he was with. He perceived a faint nod from Spike, permission given. He gasped as she rubbed her crotch against Xander’s throbbing erection.

She smiled down at him and kissed the tip of his dick, giving it a little tongue and Xander nearly jumped out of the bed at the sudden sensation. She was warm, oh gods she was hot. Xander hoped every birthday would be like this, so he’d get to feel that soft skin under his hands, beneath his lips, that heat.

Spike was already to the sex, laying on his back while his girl bounced and writhed against him, making soft cries and gasps of pleasure. Xander watched Spike grab each nipple and twist, making her almost scream, but she still went on fucking Spike. Suddenly he began to wonder if they were really hookers, or if Spike had gotten these girls by other means.

He hesitantly took one nipple into his mouth and sucked at it, gripping it between his teeth and flicking it playfully with his tongue, making her arch and moan appreciatively against him. He let go of her nipple, and gave the other one the same treatment. Each of them glistening with spit, and standing perkily! He rolled them over so he was on top and smiled at her and brought his tongue to her soft folds. He tasted her, exploring the crevasses and valleys in her cunt, the tangy muskiness invading his senses. She gasped, and gripped the bars of the bed frame. Xander wondered how much was show and how much was just for his benefit and how much could possibly be real. He didn’t care, he wasn’t doing badly, that’s all, he was being a good boy and enjoying his hooker! And she seemed to think he was doing well too, considering her vocalizations.

He’d remembered hearing about the clit in the boy’s locker room and wanted to look for it. He explored every inch of her cunt, slurping and kissing and licking. She moaned loudly above him, arching her back, her hands were busy at her nipples, pinching and pulling them, rolling them between thumb and forefinger as he lapped at her cunt.

She moaned above him as he added his fingers into the mix, one set holding her lips open, the other sliding two fingers into her hot, needy, wet little cunt. She cried out now as he fucked her with his fingers, each thrust making her cry out in passion and need.

Xander and his girl tried out him being on top, but Xander found himself to be awkward and clumsy, too overwhelmed with the slick heat surrounding him, so he decided to let the pro do it. She rode him like a champion, crying out loudly with each orgasm, nails tracing down his front. He gasped for breath, panting, everything going in a whirlwind, he couldn’t understand what was going on, but it felt good! So warm!

The girl’s both kept up their duties until each man came, then got dressed and left.

“What was –that- about Master?” Xander asked him as he rolled onto his side to look at Spike. Spike rolled up on his side in response, tracing a hand down the boy’s side.

Spike looked at him and smirked softly, “When I got you, you was a virgin, yeah?” Xander nodded, “Figured you’d enjoy having that completely rectified. Now you know what it feels like to fuck a human woman, very different from a living dead vampire.” Spike didn’t know if this was a good idea, the boy may learn to crave that touch, that heat… but he had to know, had to be sure, even through the abuses the boy had stayed true.

“Thank you Master, you didn’t have to do that!!” exclaimed Xander

“I did it because I’m sorry for how I’ve been treating you, gonna be a different vamp now, you can trust me on that! Just things were… going in a direction I was afraid of but I’m no longer afraid so I… I’m no longer as scared,” he said softly, looking at Xander.

“Thank you Master,” Xander whispered, grateful, deciding wisely not to comment on Spike’s fears.

“Now you know what fucking a human female is like, gonna want that as a regular event?” Maybe I can turn this to my advantage, do this, get that… that could work!

“No Master,” murmured Xander, surprising himself. “Maybe once every year or so wouldn’t be bad. Maybe more than one year apart, maybe just a few months?” He smiled softly, he was gonna get beat for smart mouthing, but he was serious, he didn’t want a woman, he wanted Spike, but he didn’t want to give up girls all together either, they were warm and wet fun!

“We’ll see pet, we’ll see,” Spike mumbled into the boy’s hair, cradling him close to himself. “Maybe if you were a good boy I might be more agreeable to another meeting. Right now, crawl under the covers and sleep, I’ll pay the girls and be right in.”

Xander obeyed, and Spike quickly returned. Xander rolled over and snuggled the vampire, sighing happily to himself softly. Falling asleep in Spike’s arms was ever so much more enjoyable than falling asleep in the cage, he nuzzled Spike again, kissing his throat before he settled down to relax and fall asleep, Spike’s hand lazily stroked his back, easing him to sleep.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 39 - Seventeen

Next Chapter: Chapter 41 - Candy Cane

All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.

Ohmmigosh!

2009-08-30T04:28:44Z

Ommigosh! You guys must really like me because someone nommed me for three different fics in another awards comm!

I was nominated at No Rest For The Wicked Awards round two in the following categories:
Title: The Pack, my version
URL: http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/37105.html
Categories: Bring On The Night(best dark)

Title: A Delicate Request.
URL: http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/9823.html
Categories: That Old Gang Of Mine(best gen), Showtime(best original plot)

Title: Splindsey
URL: http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/38056.html#cutid1
Categories: Guise Will Be Guise(best slash), Once More With Feeling(best nc-17/pwp/kinky)

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THANK YOU!!!

Showtime!

2009-08-29T05:13:12Z

Written for nekid_spike's nekid numbers
Title: Showtime!
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: PG13
Warnings: None on this chapter
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: Xan gets some camera time, prompts : Xander or Fred / Magazine / Movie Set / Blood Play
Word Count: 364 (as per Word Count)
Beta: purpledodah and laazikaat
Concrit: always welcome in comments, e-mail or MSN, whichever.
X-posted to: perverted_pages, nekid_spike, bloodclaim, btvs_slash, btvsatsdotcom, darker_spike, spike_fics, spanderslash, xander_slash, i_need_a_parrot, all_fics_btvs, darker_vault, sickchicks, spike_xander
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I've been nommed at the RWSA!!!!

Nominations and Categories are:
Bloody Brilliant Nomination [best author]

Doomed Nomination [best het]: The Pack, my version

Cookie Dough Nomination [best WIP]: Truth Denied

Rigor (Over 10,000 words): Shattered Shards

I was nommed for best author? I'm stunned and absolutely giddy that people are enjoying my work so much. Thank you again, whoever you are!

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Xander flipped boredly through a magazine as the make-up artist added her finishing touches of blood and gore on his neck. He was getting to play an extra in a vampire movie! Not his first choice in money making, but Christmas was coming and he needed money to buy the girls presents. The make-up artist finally pulled the tissue out from under his collar and told him to get up, screaming “NEXT!” at the top of her lungs. Xander took one more look at himself in the mirror and snorted, he didn’t look any different now than he did an hour ago!

He grumbled and stalked off, not understanding the wonders of magic and flashing lights bleaching the skin and he was upset he’d just wasted an hour in the make-up artist’s chair. He kept mumbling about his wasted hour and nearly ran into the gopher.

“You up for this then? Just remember, it’s corn syrup, not real blood, don’t freak out.”

Xander barely held back a snort, as if he hadn’t seen blood baths before. He nodded and headed for his spot in front of the back drop, and took off the robe, standing on squishy carpet that squelched under his feet. He sat on the big comfy arm chair, swung his leg up over the arm rest and accepted a goblet of more red dyed corn syrup.

The cameras started rolling, the director telling him to move this way and that, they even took a few shots of him with a ‘blood’ mustache as he drank a sip of the overly sweet corn syrup. He looked longingly and hungrily at the camera, pretending he was eyeing a girl from across the room, her reactions would be added later. He said his precious few lines, laughed a maniacal laugh then flounced off stage.

The shoot was over quickly and painlessly. They smiled at him and gave him a check after he’d showered and changed into street clothes. As he left he laughed, he still couldn’t believe he made a more believable vampire for that movie than Spike! He laughed to himself and shook his head, on his way home to his love.

Puppy Love 39/50 - Seventeen

2009-08-24T23:04:57Z

Title: Puppy Love 39/50 - Seventeen
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13
Warnings: None on this chapter
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 lets him know something.
Word Count: 411 (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!

I've been nommed at the RWSA!!!!

Nominations and Categories are:
Bloody Brilliant Nomination [best author]

Doomed Nomination [best het]: The Pack, my version

Cookie Dough Nomination [best WIP]: Truth Denied

Rigor (Over 10,000 words): Shattered Shards

I was nommed for best author? I'm stunned and absolutely giddy that people are enjoying my work so much. Thank you again, whoever you are!

Thank you so much whoever it was that nommed me!!

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.

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Xander was busily colouring in his colouring book, once more allowed to lounge on the bed, even if his ankle was still bound to the bed post. At least this way he could always get water, or food, or even use the bathroom…. But he knows Spike has that timed, and always shows up when it’s time so he doesn’t. He colours a goat green, with purple and red highlights. He never was one to do things the easy way. Well, okay, so he did most things the easy way, but colouring wasn’t one of them. He wanted his creations to be original and pretty.

The door opened and Spike sauntered in, smoking a cigarette which he quickly stubbed out in the ash tray by the door. Now that Xander thought of it, he rarely, if ever saw the vampire smoke anymore… was it because he didn’t like it anymore or because his pet was human and he didn’t want him to get lu ng cancer?

“Master, your slave offers you greetings and is so very, very happy to see you.” Xander had gotten into a kneel on the bed, smiling to himself. He was getting better at this greetings thing.

Spike plunked a plastic bag onto his desk and collapsed into his desk chair with a sigh. Suddenly he sat up and looked the boy over. “How old are you puppy?”

Xander blushed and looked down, ashamed to ask this, “What’s the date Master?”

“November 12th,” he answered easily.

“Then I would be seventeen by now Master, why do you ask?” Xander looked nervously up at Spike

“Never celebrated your birthday, I figure it’s time we did.” He smiled and stretched. “Got plans for you puppy, think you can live up to them?”

Xander shivered and barely hid a shudder, good times for vampires usually involved death and mayhem, things Xander didn’t want to be involved with. “You don’t have to celebrate it, never had it celebrated before, except by Willow and even then it was awkward.” He pleaded with Spike through his eyes.

“’M not your parents Xander, gonna made this seventeenth birthday one to remember, now I just have to plan. Next year, I plan on you telling me way in advance so I can plan something appropriate.” Spike practically clapped his hands with glee, he was very excited about his plans, and it was definitely not something Xander had ever done! This was going to be so sweet.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 38 - Robin Hood

Next Chapter: Chapter 40 - Twins

All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.

Awards!

2009-08-17T19:40:27Z

I was nominated for Rigor (Over 10,000 words) at the Running With Scissors Award, round six for Shattered Shards

WOO WHO! Someone, somewhere, likes me I think

Here's the contest info. Some of you will vote for me when it's time, right? Pretty please?
Contact and Site info:
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Email of owner: rwsawards.mod@gmail.com
Round: Six
Nomination Dates: 07/20/09 to 08/20/09
Judging Dates: 08/20/09 to 09/20/09
Reader's Choice Vote/Viewer's Choice Vote: 08/20/09 to 09/20/09
Winners announced for all categories: 09/21/09

Puppy Love 38/50 - Robin Hood

2009-08-17T05:00:38Z

Title: Puppy Love 38/50 - Robin Hood
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13
Warnings: boys touching each other... nothing really
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 some things.
Word Count: 919 (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
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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 RWSA as Best Author and three other categories!!! Thank you so much!! Info will be at the bottom about how you can help me win something!!

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They were lounging in bed, Xander was laying on his back with his head on Spike’s tummy, the vampire running his fingers through his human’s hair, his free hand tracing whorls on the boys stomach. They were both off in their own little worlds, replete after having sex like bunnies for a few hours, and he’d even been allowed to cum! Xander felt like a cat that had been given cream. After all the abuses he’d suffered at the vampire’s hand, he still craved to be treated well and sweetly, even if the pain was slowly morphing to pleasure.

He’d been startled at first, when he’d realized that this was what was bothering him, but when he’d finally brought it up with Spike, the vampire had only nodded and pet his head, “You’ll crave it, yearn for it, ache for it, because you’re a natural bottom, a masochist born, even if you won’t admit it to yourself, you’ll eventually have no choice pet. Pain will always bring you pleasure, of some sort or another.” He stroked his hand along his pet’s cheek, he’d cupped it, feeling the boy nuzzle and sigh at the contact.

“Yes Master, I’ll try, I promise I will, it’s just… nothing here is the same as it was back home, I’m scared of screwing up and letting you down Master, and I couldn’t figure out what I’d done to piss you off before, I was so confused Master, I still am. I’ve never been owned before, never mind by a vampire, and… I don’t want to be punished again, I don’t think I could survive it Master, I was so… very much at the end of my rope. If you hadn’t… hadn’t changed how you were treating me I was going to… try to end it somehow. I was so lost Master, everything I did was displeasing, every word out of my mouth was unwelcome, I just… I couldn’t do that again Master, please.” He was crying now, slow silent tears which he tried to sniff away.

Spike sat up suddenly and dragged Xander into his lap as he pushed back so Spike was leaning against the head board, Xander between his legs. He kissed the side of his pet’s head and wondered what to say, the truth would be hard, but the boy had been so honest with him until now, it only seemed fair… but to admit to a weakness, even to someone who could do nothing about it went against every instinct he had. He coughed to himself, and kept petting Xander’s hair, holding the boy close.

“Wasn’t you that did something bad, was me dealing with some things. Didn’t mean to hurt you, not really, not that way, but I just needed… I just needed to deal with my issues before I could be a good Master to you. Aren’t I better now, aren’t I treating you as you deserve, as a treasured pet instead of a toy to be passed around and used till you die? You’re mine, won’t ever forget that, won’t, can’t.” He ran his fingers over his gelled head, giving a big sigh.

“Was my issues, yeah? Not yours, you were and have been a good pet for a Master Vampire to have, it was me. I can’t promise it will never happen again, sometimes the demon just won’t shut up, but I promise to try to never do that again, is that good enough for you? Doesn’t mean I won’t in play or what have you, but I promise not to do it seriously unless you’ve earned it.” Spike spoke softly, kissing the top of Xander’s head.

Xander smiled and snuggled against the vampire even more, even with the past little while of pain for no reason it was still better than home, being a vampire’s chew toy and Barbie and everything else he treated his pet as was infinitely better than being at home, and the promise just made everything that much easier to live with. “Thank you Master,” he whispered, resting his head on the shorter vampire’s shoulder and kissing his throat. Why he thought he could trust the vampire was anyone’s guess but it probably had to do with the fact that Spike had yet to lie to him, and treated him well when he wasn’t in a “Kick-the-Xander” mood. He just felt relaxed.

“Rented a movie, yeah?” Spike said to Xander. “Everything’s set up in the DVD player, just need to turn it on and hit play.” He held out the universal remote to Xander and he stared at it dumbfounded. Why would Spike give him that kind of control? Usually the vampire was a remote hog.

Xander hit power then play, and was delighted to see it was the old Disney version of Robin Hood, one of his favorite movies. He bounced a bit in Spike’s lap excited, then he heard the vampire groan. “You don’t sit still, you won’t get to watch the movie, will be too busy screaming out my name, now be a good boy and wait to be ravished at the end of the movie,” he chuckled.

They sat in companionable silence, Spike’s hands stroking his hair, his back, his ass, never stopping touching, and Xander just melted into it. He’d never realized what a tactile person he was until he’d hooked up with the vampire… if you can call being kidnapped, drugged, tortured and sold a hook up.

It was alright, he’d take whatever he could.

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Winners announced for all categories: 09/21/09
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Previous Chapter: Chapter 37 - Stage

Next Chapter: Chapter 39 - Seventeen

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Puppy Love 37/50 - Stage

2009-08-10T08:11:16Z

Title: Puppy Love 37/50 - Stage
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13
Warnings: cages, OC character death, not much
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 dances.
Word Count: 935 (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!

I've been nominated at the RWSA as Best Author!!! Thank you so much. Info will be at the bottom about how you can help me win!!

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.

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Xander was shaking, obviously distressed by the girl’s painful death. He felt his cage shake a little as the door was opened. Spike snapped his fingers and pointed at his feet. Xander crawled backwards out of the cage. He was immediately shackled about the wrists and a lead clipped to his collar.

Spike led him crawling to a stage set up in the middle of the floor and led him up, tying his chain leash to a binding point, giving him enough room to move about the entire stage while standing. Spike had pulled his collar upwards until Xander had got the idea that he meant for the boy to get up, but when he did he felt Spike’s hands dancing along his body. He moaned and writhed against the vampire, hands fisting in his shirt, whimpering softly. Wanting to kiss him so bad it hurt, and finally he was being kissed like he’d always dreamed. Full of hunger and need and want and possession. He’d come to the same conclusion he had before, he didn’t want to die, so he wasn’t going to. He was going to be a good pet and not freak out about his owner’s eating habits, because really, what could he do?

He moaned into the kiss, coppery taste invaded his senses, the dead girl’s blood. He’d had a lot to think about, staring into that girl’s dead eyes until they’d carted her off, and the one mantra he’d kept saying over and over again “I don’t want to die!” He’d come to his decision, as distasteful as it was, he’d play along with the vampire’s games and taunts, he’d not fight when Spike fed, because really… what could he do from inside a cage? Glare at him until he felt guilty? Not going to happen!

He whimpered, wishing he could beg permission to speak again. Spike saw his distress and smirked, leaning down against him, arm on the pole, his whole body covering Xander’s, pressing him against the icy pole.

“What do you want this time?” Spike asked, murmuring close to his ear, nuzzling it. “What could my pet possibly want? Speak boy, speak.”

“Why did you bring me here Master?” Xander again spoke low in his throat, knowing only the vampire and not much else would hear in the din of pain and pleasure the club had to offer.

Spike laughed and patted the top of the boy’s head, “To show you off, of course. No one believed me when I said I had a Slayer’s minion under my control, so I decided to show you off. News about you is going to spread in the demon community, that’s for sure, they’ll know to leave you alone, at least the smart ones. And I’ll gain a new kind of respect. No one else in history has taken a Slayer’s minion as slave and pet. I’m the only one, and I want everyone to know that it’s actually true and not just a rumor”

They were already getting side long glances and a steady circle of empty space formed around them, no one wanted to be on Spike’s bad side, and absolutely no one dared to look at the human underneath the vampire on the stage, even though that’s why he’d been put there. Xander’s hands were at about chest height from the chains Spike added to him from above. He sighed softly, wondering what Spike was up to.

A minute later a new song started, something with a heavy beat and electric guitar, it blasted from the speakers. “Dance for me puppy, show me how much you love being mine…”

Xander looked at him with comically open eyes, disbelief in them. Him, the zeppo, dance for a sex on legs vampire? What the hell was going on? He looked nervously around the room, and remembered Spike’s rules, he was showing him off, so he’d better obey if he knew what was healthy for him. He slowly swung his hips to the music, hands ghosting over his body to clutch and pinch at his nipples, pulling hard on them. He moaned softly and spun around the stage, eyes closed as he tried to dance for Spike, so he thought to him, maybe hoping he could pick it up over the link, but really hoping Spike could understand body language.

Please Spike, he thought to himself as he danced and writhed on the stage in front of a whole passel of demons, but it was all for Spike, every twitch of his hips, every swing of his arms, every spin, every movement a plea to Spike, begging him, pleading with him

Please Spike, take me back. I don’t care that you’re a demon, that you kill to survive and for fun, I can’t live on the outside looking in, used for your pleasure and left in a heap, I want to be yours, take me back, make me yours Spike, make me yours again.

Xander danced and sighed happily, the music reaching its crescendo, leaving Xander hanging from his chains on his knees, arms above his head, pleading and yearning in his eyes for Spike. Spike clapped softly, and the rest of the demons joined in out of pure will to live, and pretty soon Xander was receiving a standing ovation, the human turned red while his vampire seemed quite pleased.

Spike got to his feet and undid Xander’s chains, whispering in the mortal’s ear, “Gonna take you home and ravish you, you know that, right? You’re the one that woke the beast, gonna have to live with that puppy…”

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 35 - Club

Next Chapter: Chapter 38 - Robin Hood

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Puppy Love 36/50 - Blood

2009-08-04T17:37:11Z

Title: Puppy Love 36/50 - Blood
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13
Warnings: cages, OC character death, not much
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 a clear lesson.
Word Count: 1373 (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
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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.

The waitress came back after a while and asked Spike if he wanted a refill. Xander looked her over discretely from his cage. Her lavender skin, dark blue eyes, spaded tail and soft sheen of scales truly made her beautiful. And wasn’t that strange, Xander thinking of a demon as beautiful? But she was, and her tail was snaking its way into his cage to stroke his face and chest.

Spike immediately grabbed her by the wrist, dragged her forward enough for him to wrap an arm around her waist, and suddenly she was in his lap, a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. “Ever touch what’s mine again, and I’ll keep the bit of you that touched him. I’m letting this first offence slide, but you better spread the word I won’t be nearly as forgiving as I am now.”

She just whimpered and trembled in Spike’s lap, having heard stories of his jealous rages. She was no longer so sure those stories had been more rumor than truth. Spike’s arms and hands were like steel cords wrapped tight together around her, holding her immobile, her tail trapped beneath her.

“Y-yes Sir, I’ll spread the word,” she whimpered out, truly terrified of the possible consequences of what she thought of as harmless flirting, it’s not like she was going to try to take the boy or anything! He was Spike’s, that’s all there was to it. She hadn’t meant anything by it! She trembled in Spike’s arms, and whimpered again.

Spike released her and let her drop on the floor with a thud, and kicked her rudely away from them. “And get me a blond while you’re at it! A natural blond too, not some dye job! If she’s not, well… you get the idea. And if she’s drugged I’ll have your hide, prefer my prey to struggle and scream,” he called out after her

She got to her feet and scurried away, murmuring, “Yes Sir” as she left, her tail no longer waving and weaving with seduction, now it was curled tightly about her body, she looked thoroughly chastened.

Xander looked up at Spike and shuddered, he had forgotten how possessive Spike could be about what he thought of as his, and Xander definitely was his. Spike swung the cage in front and put his feet back up, relaxing yet claiming at the same time. Xander lay on his side and reached up for a pant leg, giving it a light tug. Spike looked down at him over his glass and waved him on.

“Master… are you going to kill her?” he breathed out, terrified of what Spike may say, he had been infamous for playing with his food. Spike barked out a laugh that startled those that were close by and made Xander jump in startlement at the sudden mirth Spike was showing. He didn’t look happy, just amused… Xander hoped he’d be amused enough not to use him as a piñata.

“Demon girl? She ain’t mine to kill, though I will have a word with her owner before we leave. She’ll be chastened. Unless you meant the blond? Of course I am pet, still a demon, still a monster, gonna kill to survive, you need to learn to accept that. Can’t change, don’t want to change, and I won’t change. Where the bloody hell do you think I’ve been going every night for hours on end? I’ve been feeding pet. Now be a good boy and shut up until you’re spoken to.” Spike looked pointedly away and eyed the crowd, sipping his whiskey, staying clear headed for once.

Finally the waitress came over with a burly man following her, a girl slung over his shoulder. Her feet were tied together, and Xander was pretty certain so were her hands. The big beefy guy dropped the girl non-too gently on the table, and he heard the girl screaming through a gag.

“Now, if I take this off, will you scream?” Spike asked, fingering the gag with the knot between her teeth. She snarled and tried to get away, only now seeing Xander in a cage almost underneath the table. Spike grabbed her by the throat and slammed her down on the table and snarled, “I asked you a question bitch!” He slapped her then, hard enough to send her head spinning. Xander winced in sympathy, but it worked, she stopped screaming behind her gag. Now she just whimpered and cowered, trying to curl up in a ball on the table, sobbing loudly through the gag.

Spike motioned a waitress over, “Does that gag need to stay in, or are you sound proofed?”

“We’re totally sound proofed in here, it’s just most people don’t like to hear women screaming, makes some demons positively jumpy.”

“Not my look out for them, besides, want to hear her beg and plead.” He smiled down at her and stroked her hair almost gently. Xander could barely see it, as he looked out of his cage from nearly underneath the table and shuddered.

He knew Spike fed, he’d always known, but now it was being shoved in his face. He looked up at Spike and heard him murmur soothing words into the girl’s ear, who just sobbed and cried. The vampire undid her gag and kept stroking her hair, and she kept right on crying, oblivious to everything.

Spike kicked the side of Xander’s cage and asked him, “You got any pointers for this girl puppy? How to make this easier on herself?”

Xander whimpered and looked away from her. He bit his lower lip, and with tears in his eyes said, “Don’t fight, he’ll make it easier if you don’t piss him off.” He curled up around himself in the cage and whimpered softly, not wanting to be a witness to this.

Spike meanwhile flipped the girl onto her back, her hands still tied together in the small of her back and started kissing along her throat, gentle and kind. The girl even moaned unintentionally, though she was obviously still terrified. “Please, don’t….” she whispered out, sobbing softly.

Spike just smiled and ran his fingers through her hair, smiling softly, almost angelically down at her. Her trembling began to stop and her panting slowed down as Spike continued to pet her hair, a nice natural blond with not a whiff of dye or bleach to it, Spike was pleased he was feared enough to be obeyed. Maybe all the damage Angel had done them was starting to fade in the demon communities memories, or his own exploits were starting to distance himself from the souled Poof.

The vampire dragged her by the hair until her head was hanging off the edge of the table and morphed, making the girl shriek and scream, sobbing that she didn’t want to die! Spike leaned down and roughly tilted her head to the side by her hair and licked along the pulse point on her neck. She only cried louder. “Please don’t, please don’t kill me! Take me, I can be another pet for you, please don’t kill me, I promise I’ll be good for you, please please don’t kill me, please!” She was almost screaming, her face drenched in tears, thrashing her bound body on the table, terrified, sobbing and screaming.

“Was gonna make this easy for you pet, haven’t hurt you yet, not really, and you’re all blubbering about what might happen. Might make it easy for you, might make you enjoy it, but not unless you shut the bloody hell up!” He snarled in her face, which only made her cry louder.

Spike snarled as she kept screaming and roughly bit into her, letting her feel every ounce of pain, every dribble. She screamed then, so loud Xander winced, no one so much as looked their way. Spike drained her and dropped her on the floor, in front of Xander’s cage.

“Gotta remember that pet, I’m a demon, I’m not a nice guy.”

Which, Xander decided, was the closest he would ever come to apologize for traumatizing him, but cause he was right, there was no real reason to apologize, he was a vampire after all, and his pet better learn to live with that!

Previous Chapter: Chapter 35 - Club

Next Chapter: Chapter 37 - Stage

All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.

Thank you!!

2009-07-31T23:46:44Z

Thank you, whoever you are, for the nominations! I've just been nominated at the Running With Scissors Award!! In three different categories!

Nominations and Categories are:
Bloody Brilliant Nomination [best author]

Doomed Nomination [best het]: The Pack, my version
URL: http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/37105.html

Cookie Dough Nomination [best WIP]: Truth Denied
URL: http://perverted-pages.livejournal.com/tag/truth+denied

I was nommed for best author? I'm stunned and absolutely giddy that people are enjoying my work so much. Thank you again, whoever you are!

Contact and Site info:
Name of Site: Running With Scissors
Website: http://community.livejournal.com/rwsawards/
Email of owner: rwsawards.mod@gmail.com
Round: Six
Nomination Dates: 07/20/09 to 08/20/09
Judging Dates: 08/20/09 to 09/20/09
Reader's Choice Vote/Viewer's Choice Vote: 08/20/09 to 09/20/09
Winners announced for all categories: 09/21/09

So please please please vote for me when the time comes, I'd really appreciate it, please? Pretty please?