Bargain

BY : Immortal_katharina99
Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander
Dragon prints: 18435
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

At this moment Spike would have given anything to be able to pop the sanctimonious watcher one. How dare he lay hands on what belonged to him. He'd lost his grandsire, Dru, the ring, his bite, the Slayer… There was no way he was letting his pet slip through his fingers as well. His boy was the first good thing that had happened to him in this miserable town.

"Xander," the older man called after the departing brunet. Finally showing some wisdom, the young mortal obeyed his owner's command and walked off, ignoring the watcher. Spike could tell by the dark haired youth's stiff shoulders and back that it was killing him to do so. The human had obviously wanted to stay and speak to his former mentor very badly. Bloody hell! And just when things had been looking a little better. He'd come this close to getting his boy to admitting he was enjoying some of the things they did together, sexually at the very least.

Then, of course, the sodding bookworm had appeared and spoilt everything. The vampire had wanted to rip the man's arms off, when he'd dared lay hands on his boy. He'd be damned all over again if he'd let the white hats take this from him too. Stupid wanker had spent years neglecting the brunet and now he was all concerned? Bollox.

The vampire found the Watcher's concerned act rich considering the way he ignored the young man most of the time, showering his attention on all his other pupils. The librarian basically overlooked the dark haired boy, unless he needed a free set of shelves at the shop. Now, suddenly the great and mighty Rupert Giles had come back from his self-imposed exile to help rescue the boy's virtue, more likely to appease his conscious for abandoning a bunch of children to guard an active hellmouth.

“What the Hell have you done to him, Spike?” the Giles demanded angrily.

“Not a thing, if you discount the shagging. Though he seems to quite enjoy that,” the peroxide blond taunted.

"We should have destroyed you a long time ago, Spike," the mortal snarled. Doesn’t like hearing the gory details does he? What does he think I keep the boy around to polish my Sex Pistols CD collection?

"Too late for that now," the master vampire mocked. “What’s the matter, Rupert? Sorry you didn’t bend him over your desk when you had the chance? While he was still all young and fresh and in awe of you? I’m quite certain he would have loved playing the naughty schoolboy for you. Would you have enjoyed taking a firm hand to his sweet bottom or maybe one of those old fashioned wooden rulers?” the light haired vampire sneered as the human blushed slightly at the description. Well that’s interesting. Didn’t think the old boy had it in him.

"If you think that I will allow you to continue to use that boy…" the middle-aged man began, overlooking his adversary’s taunt. His voice was breaking with barely suppressed emotion.

"You have no choice. If you and your lot interfere, the bargain that I made with the Powers will be forfeit. The orb will lose all power and this world will be plunged into an eternal damnation worse than the most horrific hell dimension in existence, or so I was told. My boy will be so much better off then, knowing he gave up his freedom for nothing," the blond spat back. He was beyond tired of his self-righteous countryman.

"He couldn't have known what he was getting himself into…" Giles insisted. Didn't think much of the lad did he? Always did overlook the boy. Well of course they all did, Spike reflected, including himself.

"Of course he knew he protected the chits from the Big Bad didn't he?" Spike snapped back. Even he had to admit what the young man had done had taken a great deal of courage. It was foolish, but probably one of the bravest and most giving things the vampire had ever witnessed, if you went in for that sort of thing, which Spike certainly did not. Not this vampire. Bugger. Next thing he knew he’d be asking that poof Angel for fashion advice. He’d better watch himself before he started prancing about or practicing his brooding.

"We’ll not stop searching for a way to get him out of this, Spike. I promise you the moment we find a way to safely release him from this bonding, you will be dust within the hour." Giles promised darkly. The vampire knew this was no idle boast. Ripper wanted him dead, well dust, very badly. The watcher had never liked the blond, but until now, Spike was fairly certain that Rupert had never truly hated him. The shopkeeper had only considered him a nuisance. That had all changed now. If not for what it might do to Xander, the vampire was reasonably certain the middle-aged mortal would already have staked him.

"Fine, waste your time. Not like I care. The agreement I made with the Powers is ironclad and irrevocable. The boy is mine. I can do whatever I please with him and I do, Watcher,” the immortal creature leered.

“Does it help, Spike? Does it make you feel less impotent and neutered to have him at your mercy? Do you forget for just a moment that you have become so pathetic that not even the likes of Harmony wanted you? She threw you out of her lair didn’t she? It’s rather sad that forcing Xander into slavery is the only way you can find companionship. Really I’m sure there must be some sort of monstrosity out there even lowlier than you willing to trade up,” the mortal smirked viciously. How dare he?

“Shut the bloody hell up,” Spike snapped furiously.

“Maybe Drusilla foresaw everything. Perhaps that’s why she chose to distance herself from you, didn’t want to go down with a sinking ship as it were. Did that ever occur to you while you lay alone down in that cold dank crypt of yours?” Giles asked coldly. Who knew the pompous windbag could be so vicious? If things had been as they should be the vampire would have ripped the bastard’s throat out. He’d have to settle for the old man’s heart.

“Wasn’t left alone that much to think about it was I? Crypt wasn’t so cold when Buffy was warming my bed,” Spike replied smoothly. He hadn’t supposed Buffy had rung up her precious watcher to let him in on their dirty little secret. The children still wouldn’t know if he hadn’t blabbed everything to Harris in a fit of rage. The revelation had about the same effect on the older mortal as it had had on his boy. Spike thought for a moment he may actually have succeeded in killing the troublesome middle aged human via coronary.

The vampire realized he might have taken things a bit too far as he felt the wood digging into his chest. “Shut your filthy lying mouth,” the livid Englishman demanded. Wisdom would dictate that he should listen to the man holding the very pointy piece of timber against his chest. No one had ever accused the blond vampire of being wise.

“Truth hurts?” he smirked. “She was lost, poor thing, after those idiots snatched her from paradise. Course maybe if they’d had some guidance none of this would have happened. Maybe if you’d been watching them more closely instead of wallowing in your own misery it might never have happened. She would still be in Heaven where she belonged. She would never have sought me out, hoping to feel again. Do you know I was the first one she told? The only one who knew for the longest time,” Spike confided. He could feel the other man shaking. The man didn’t want to believe, but he did. Somehow he knew that the vampire was telling him the absolute truth.

“So much for your unending devotion for her vampire,” the watcher spat, as if the very idea that Spike had loved the Slayer more than his own life was absurd to him.

“I was devoted to her. I got tossed of a bleeding tower for her and the Bit. I stayed and looked after your lot after she was gone. I let her use me for months, until she decided she’d had enough and could no longer sully herself with me. Tried to move on, but that wasn’t my job. I was just supposed to pine after her, while she got on with her life, just in case she changed her mind and might have some use for me again,” the bitterness in the blond’s voice surprised even him.

“And now you have the perfect way to pay her back. Is that it?” Giles surmised. The mortal sounded old and tired to the immortal punk’s ears. Spike was just a bit taken aback when he felt the pressure of the stake ease from his chest ad saw the human quickly slide it back under the waist band of his worn jeans.

“Now I don’t care what she thinks,” the vampire replied, sounding petulant even to himself.

“Not even you believe that Spike. Do you honestly think hurting Xander Harris is a just retaliation for the wrongs you believe Buffy as committed against you?” Giles muttered, shaking his head as if speaking to a simple child.

“Boy wasn’t my first choice, but he’ll do,” Spike retorted acidly. If the daft do-gooder thought he was going to be guilted into giving the boy up he was sadly mistaken. “I have not intention of permanently harming him mate. Did he look like he was in pain to you? I’m bloody well enjoying myself for once. Why would I risk putting an end to that? Not that I didn’t think about hurting him at first.

“Was livid when I found out that my prize was going to end up being that wanker, but I’ve adjusted. He’s alright. You and the slayer just stay the bloody hell away from us and he’ll be right as rain.”

“He may not be in imminent physical danger, Spike, but Xander is hardly alright. You’re isolating him from everyone he knows or cares for. He will break eventually Spike. He’s not the one you’re angry at. He’s not the one who hurt you. Does he deserve to be punished for the Slayer’s sins?” the former librarian insisted.

“Just stay away from us and he’ll be fine Watcher,” Spike spat getting tired of talking in circles. He wanted to get back to his wayward boy.

“Spike…” the watcher began.

“Try anything and I just might take him away, somewhere where I don’t have to worry about your interference,” the blond growled. He’d been prepared to let the sable haired mortal go on with his life for the most part, minus his affiliation with the Slayer of course, but if the Scoobies were going to be a hindrance he might have to reevaluate that plan. He didn’t particularly want to do that. He was settled here in Sunnyhell. It had strictly nothing to do with the fact that leaving here would devastate his new pet, none what so ever. For some reason the blond vampire couldn’t seem to get the memory of his plaything begging to be allowed to keep his first successful job as he’d laid a helpless prisoner in his arms. Right before he’d promised Spike his full obedience. The vow had lasted what? Two days.

“Ask yourself, watcher, if you really want Red messing with magics as powerful as a binding spell sent directly from the very Powers must have been. Any idea what messing with that spell may do to the boy? That is if someone fooling with a spell attached to the orb of Kleidilnabur does rip apart the fabric of the universe,” the vampire warned. The foolish watcher should have known all this.

“Is this really what you want for yourself Spike? A lover who is only with you, because he has no other alternative?” the mortal tried to reason impatiently.

“He’s my slave not my lover,” Spike corrected quickly. The dark haired mortal was a plaything nothing more.

“Yes, I suppose if it were the other way around, we wouldn’t be having this discussion,” the mortal sighed.

“No you lot never seemed to mind having me at your beck and call,” the immortal creature replied sarcastically, knowing full well that wasn’t the other man’s meaning.

“We could have simply disposed of you, vampire, or returned you to Maggie Walsh so you could resume your carrier as laboratory animal. You were not treated all that badly. We kept you safe from the Initiative. We sheltered and fed you. Even after you betrayed us we let you back into our lives. That has proved to be a horrible mistake,” Giles smugly reminded him.

“Yeah, when you needed the extra muscle. How convenient was it to know that I really didn’t have any other means of supporting myself? There’ll be blood in it for you, Spike,” the vampire mimicked sardonically, in what admittedly sounded more like an imitation of the golden haired Slayer than of his fellow Englishman.

“Spike… Well it is true that we did benefit from your assistance from time to time, it’s hardly as though we forced you. It’s not has though we kept you chained in the cellar,” the mortal reasoned.

“No, just in the sodding bathtub,” the blond snapped back.

“That was only in the beginning. We weren’t sure how secure the chip was. You know full well back then you were fully capable of setting the bloody flat on fire with all of us trapped inside. Besides we let you go about freely as soon as we determined you were no longer a threat. Do you really think it was unreasonable for us to try to protect ourselves? You had spent the last couple of years trying to kill us after all,” the human retorted, taking his spectacles off for the inevitable polishing.

“I was under the distinct impression that you would… What was it? Oh, yes, I remember now. Never care what I thought. Wasn’t it Watcher?” the blond hissed out the other’s profession as if it were a curse.

“Spike… be that as it may. The issue here is Xander’s wellbeing. Do you really expect us to stand by and do nothing?” Giles asked slightly bewildered by the very idea.

Spike sighed. He distinctly remembered covering the subject, what with all the "he’s mine" and "the agreement is irrevocable" business. Some people just couldn’t be reasoned with.

“I’m done arguing about this with you. I’m going to go find my boy now. Leave us the hell alone and he’ll be just fine,” the vampire warned turning his back to the sputtering mortal and stomping off.

While the vampire may not have been capable of killing the bothersome mortal at the moment, with demonic speed and stealth he was certainly capable of evading him. That and he knew where he had parked. ‘Sides it’s not like the Scoobies couldn’t track them down. They were living at the boy’s apartment. A few careful inquiries and the old boy would know that. Hell, Buffy could probably already beat the information out of that little twat Willy. News traveled fast in this stupid little town.

Surprisingly enough, the argument with the watcher had allowed the blond to cool down just a little. He was no longer afraid he’d inadvertently harm his boy in a fit of rage. Telling the old stuffed shirt about his affair with the Slayer had been very satisfying. He had been taken aback by how quickly the older human had recovered from the news. Spike had expected more denials and definitely more violence, specifically directed at a certain devilishly handsome blond creature of the night. Once Rupert Giles had processed the information and gotten over the initial shock he’d seemed to file it away for future reference and moved on to Xander’s situation. It’s not fair making the boy pay for Buffy’s mistakes, bla bla.

It’s not as though he’d harmed the young man. Initiated him to the secrets of buggering yes, but all in all he’d been fairly gentle. He could be brutalizing his pet, buggering him dry every night. Instead he’d gentled and caressed the mortal. The boy’s worst complaint so far would be a bruised bottom and some sexual frustration. He had to admit the brunet was beautiful frustrated. If it were another time and place, he’d never let the beauty out of bed. Bollox, if things were different, Spike knew damn well his lovely pet would already be dead. Under normal circumstances he never would have taken a human male to his bed. Well the bloke in question, certainly wouldn’t have enjoyed or even have lived through the experience. He didn’t have the tastes his poofy sire did, but on rare occasions when he’d wanted a particularly objectionable morsel to suffer, he’d indulged. They didn’t seem so uppity when they realized what was about to befall them. He remembered a couple of them begging for their deaths. He didn’t dwell on the fact that it was mostly arrogant pricks that reminded him of the ones that had tormented William his entire mortal life that he chose to hurt that way.

Those times had never been about sex, not really. Neither, he supposed, were the times he’d been on the receiving end with Angelus. That had been about power, about putting a young pup in his place, more often than not it the middle of the parlor floor with Drusilla and Darla looking on. Worse, though, had been the times when Angelus had taken him more gently making sure he came shuddering all over the sheet. The dark vampire took pleasure describing it in great detail to his women, how their little William had spent all over the bedding from a good buggering. He was writhing under me like a little bitch in heat, my darlin, you should’ a seen the little whore.

Now that he’d had the boy, he finally understood he’d been denying himself for years because of his tosser of a grandsire, too afraid that he’d become exactly what Angelus had described. No longer, he’d been given a gift and he had every intention of enjoying it. Besides the boy seem to be growing to like it. Half of the time he though the boy objected more out of general principle than because he genuinely didn’t like the games they played. Spike refused to listen to the tiny grand-poof shaped voice in his mind that kept reminding him that what he was doing to the mortal was no better than what the great magnificent ponce had put him through. Bollox, he’d never hurt the mortal and had no intention of doing so. The blond wasn’t stupid enough to kill the goose that laid the golden egg as it were. Beside it’s not like he’d kidnapped the whelp. The brunet had come to him. He’d made the decision to serve Spike rather than let one of the other Scoobies do it of his own free will. Besides, the boy was born for this.

The vampire wondered what the boy would have done if this bargain hadn’t happened. The mortal had a submissive streak a mile wide. Spike seriously doubted he would have been satisfied for long in a conventional relationship. The dark haired boy obviously liked being dominated. Viewed in that light, he was almost being altruistic; Spike reflected making his way to the junk heap the brunet called a car.

His pet was sitting inside huddled on the passenger seat looking completely pathetic. The mortal was staring forlornly out the window, looking for what the vampire couldn’t say. Silently Spike opened the driver’s side door and slid into the seat beside his boy.

“Ready to head home, Kitten?” the vampire asked, reaching over a laying a hand on the boy’s denim clad thigh, rubbing slow circles towards the human’s groin.

“Yes Master,” the brunet just nodded, not even turning to look at the vampire.

“Kitten,” Spike sighed. He would not be ignored. His initial anger may have receded, but the boy still had a punishment coming for brazenly disobeying his command when they were in the store. The brunet’s present attitude was doing nothing to help his case.

“Master?” the boy asked still refusing to turn in his direction.

“Look at me, pet,” Spike ordered. The mortal hesitated briefly, but finally turned towards his owner. As the vampire gazed into the mortal’s flat, emotionless eyes, it was hard to put the watcher’s earlier warning about the boy’s mental state out of his mind. Cupping the mortal’s chin, the blond ran his thumb gently along his boy’s bottom lip. “Who do you belong to?”

“To you, Master, I’m yours,” his slave answered quietly. The vampire moved the hand that been petting his boy’s thigh to rub his pet’s now half hard cock through his trousers.

“You do realize that your behavior in there was unacceptable, don’t you?” the vampire asked, stroking the boy with just a little bit more determination.

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry. I couldn’t… I’m sorry. I promise it won’t happen again,” the mortal whispered, his voice a strange mix of wistfulness and arousal.

“Don’t, let me hear you, Kitten,” he smiled as the mortal started biting his lip to prevent a gasp for escaping. Spike’s grin brightened when he heard the mortal moan. Quickly releasing his boy, the vampire reached around his pet buckling him in, leaving the human’s arms trapped under the belt. He started the old car and quickly pulled out of the shopping center’s parking lot. After guiding the car back to the open road, the vampire returned his hand to its earlier location, cupping the slayerette’s rigid sex.

“Grind yourself against me. Rub up against my hand, Kitten. That’s right, precious, make yourself feel good. Show me how much you love to be touched,” the vampire ordered. Spike smile as the dark haired young man obeyed; pumping his hips rhythmically to maintain the wonderful friction he was feeling. The blond could feel the boy’s aching hardness outlined by the denim he was fondling slowly.

“So hard for me, Filled to bursting I’d wager you are. I did promise I’d consider letting you come tonight if you were a good boy. Do you think you deserve that? Do you think you earned the pleasure of release?” the blond asked seriously as he continued to massage his slave’s erection through the well worn pale blue fabric. He watched the boy’s hips move steadily as he thrust himself into his master’s waiting hand.

“No, Master. I’m sorry,” Xander whispered, softly gasping.
“That’s a good boy. Now, Kitten, I want you to continue rubbing against me hand until we get home. If you stop for any reason, I’ll punish you. Well, above what you’ve already earned yourself. Remember, you’ll also be punished if you come without permission, so if I were you I’d practice my self control,” the vampire warned, although he suspected the mortal would not generate nearly enough friction to get himself into serious trouble. A vampire can always hope, Spike thought, smiling as he drove them home.



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