Bargain

BY : Immortal_katharina99
Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander
Dragon prints: 18237
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.

Shit, shit, shit. Spike was going to kill him. Even he could smell Willow on himself from when she’d hugged him earlier, a weird mixture of her perfume, spell components and something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He could already feel the sting of his upcoming punishment. His horrible traitor of a penis wasn’t even adverse to the idea. Well his backside was! He was still tender from the paddling he’d been given that morning, and in no shape for more of the same. Of course, all of this was assuming that the vampire chose corporal punishment. Considering the alternatives, Xander was actually hoping he’d be ordered to assume the position again. Yep, sign him up for more spanking. A spanking good time all around!

He had to stop freaking out. Spike would be furious, but he’d listen. He wouldn’t just make Xander quit his job without even giving him a chance to explain. Yeah, because reasonable was the first thing that came to mind when thinking of Spike. Really, the gang should have declared him official negotiator years ago! The construction worker leaned against the elevator’s scuffed back wall, rubbing his face with his hands. He hadn’t had nearly enough sleep last night. Somehow he didn’t think he’d be catching up tonight.

Trying to wiggle the kink out from between his shoulder blades, he made his way out of the elevator and down the hall to his apartment’s front door. He sucked in a shaky breath, when his movements also caused the small bit of soft plastic that Spike had fitted him with earlier in the day to nudge his prostate gland. Digging his keys out of his pockets he quietly unlocked the door.

He hadn’t even managed to make it fully into the room, before he was grabbed by the shirt collar and shoved against the door by a furious Spike, as it turned out, a furious and very drunken Spike. Not that he really had any right to be throwing the proverbial stones. He’d been doing a fantastic imitation of his old man up until about week ago.

The chipped blond was sniffing him, inhaling his scent, growling all the while. “You’re mine,” his Master snarled furiously, before taking a gulp of whatever he was drinking, judging by Spike’s state it wasn’t the first bottle either.

“Yes, Master. I’m your, only yours,” he whispered back, trying to will his body not to tense up. He knew that if he fought, it would only serve to piss off his inebriated assailant even more.

“You reek of one of the birds! I warned you, boy! Did you think I was playing? Obviously you can’t be trusted,” his apparently completely wasted owner growled angrily.

“Please, Master. She came to me, I told her to leave, I got her to leave, she won’t come around again,” the mortal pleaded. If that entire scene with Willow had been for nothing, if he’d said those terrible things to her for no reason he would have a nervous breakdown, he knew he’d just… shatter.

“Get the sodding Hell out of those clothes,” the vampire ordered furiously, stepping back and drinking down more of the liquor, never taking his eyes off of his prize. The taller man knelt down loosening the laces on his work boots before pulling them off and setting them by the door. He quickly pulled of his clothes and sank to his knees, automatically assuming the waiting position that he’d being taught the night before.

“Get those into the hamper and then get your ass back in here,” Spike ordered, turning his back to the nervous slayerette and skulking back towards the couch without a backwards glance. Xander scurried to obey. He briefly considered using his teeth, like Spike had had him do with his ‘unacceptable’ wardrobe the night before, but decided against it. That had been a pervy way of showing him his place, a way of setting the mood. This time the kneeling mortal decided he had best opt for speed. The longer it took him to make his way back, the madder the older creature would become.

It was awkward, crawling to the bathroom carrying his discarded clothing, but he managed to make it there and back pretty quickly. The plug that was still strapped into him wiggled distractingly with every movement.

“Get over here,” the sprawled figure on the couch ordered angrily. Damn, looked like a serious dent had been made in the liquor cabinet Anya had insisted that they set up. Bottles littered the floor beside the couch. What the Hell was going on? His Master had seemed happy enough, before sending Xander off to work that morning sore and over stimulated. What had happened while he was gone to change that? He hadn’t seen Spike this drunk since Buffy had died… Oh. So the girls had decided on a little tag team maneuver had they? This was so bad.

A cold pale hand snatched him by the hair the moment he got near the sofa. “Mine, keeping you, you don’t get to leave me. Now suck me,” the drunken vampire mumbled, his words slurring. Xander nodded. Wordlessly he reached to free his Master’s cock from his dark jeans. Spike was only half hard. It amazed the young man that the vamp had managed an erection at all, considering the amount of alcohol the blood drinking demon had obviously consumed.

The newly bonded slave still wasn’t used to doing this. His hair was wrapped in Spike’s fist, being pulled painfully. It was actually hurting Xander’s scalp. It felt like some stands were going to be torn out. He was glad it was cut shorter than it had been last year. All the other times Spike had had his servant take him into his mouth he’d been careful. He’d let the less experienced man suck him at his own pace. This time he was thrusting into the brown eyed man’s mouth, shoving into him and making him gag. Xander couldn’t help it, he started to cough and choke. He thought the immortal being was going to hit him for a second, but he just shoved him away roughly.

“You don’t get to reject me, like the others,” the distraught century old creature roared. “You were to be mine to keep, that was the deal. Go, just go wash her stink off of you and leave me alone, like I belong.” The last part was muttered so softly that Xander was barely able to make it out. He would have thought he’d imagine it, except that the drinking, rumpled looking figure on the couch was as sad as the kneeling man could ever remember seeing him.

Cautiously, the apprehensive young man inched his way closer to the lump that seemed to be trying very hard to pickle itself on his sofa. This was probably the single most idiotic thing he’d ever done. Yes, let’s get closer to the angry, totally sloshed evil undead guy! The twenty one year old knew from bitter personal experience how dangerous someone in this state could be. He should just obey Spike’s command and go clean up. Let the bloodsucker have his little pity party. He couldn’t help it though; he’d never seen anyone look this miserable.

“Master,” he breathed softly, hesitantly reaching out to touch a black clad knee.

“I told you to go,” his morose Master grunted, waving him away.

“Please Master, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to disobey, it was just a reflex. I’m sure with practice I’ll get better at… pleasing you,” he blushed, lowering his eyes from that piercing blue gaze.

“I can bloody well still smell your disobedience,” the vampire groused crankily, but he didn’t remove Xander’s hand from his body. He knew protesting his innocence would be useless until Spike calmed down a little more.

“Come with me and help me scrub it off then. Afterwards we could try again,” the human slave suggested. This was crazy; he was encouraging the peroxide menace to fool around with him in the shower. He wanted to get Spike of off the couch though and away from what he could now see was a nearly empty bottle of tequila. He ran the hand that had been resting on his owner’s knee between Spike’s carelessly splayed legs, up the inside seam of his jeans. If the vamp’s still exposed groin was any indication, he wasn’t adverse to the idea.

“You want me to shower with you?” Spike scoffed, tilting his head to the side and staring down at the human’s nude form, making Xander squirm just a little. He was all too aware that his throbbing hard on was clearly visible in his current position.

“Please, Master,” Xander nodded. His cheeks colored even further. He shivered, realizing that he was actually initiating sex. This was the first time he willingly offered himself. All their other encounters had been ordered. The dark haired man had kept his promise and obediently submitted to Spike, which hadn’t been nearly has as traumatic as he’d imagined it would be, but now for the first time he was volunteering to pleasure his former adversary. He passively stayed there for a long time on his knees, trying his best not to fidget under his Master’s searing gaze.

“All right, Kitten, Lead the way,” Spike finally said, after what seemed like an eternity. He’d never thought he’d be happy to hear the embarrassing pet name again, but he was.

It wasn’t only that the vampire had been so unusually rough. For the most part his master was surprisingly gentle when it came to using his body, preparing him carefully and with lots of lube. Yeah there had been some things that had ached, the spankings and the clamps, but Spike had a way of slowly building the pain so that by the time they got to the point where it should hurt terribly, Xander was always so turned on that it actually added to his excitement. If what had happened when he’d tried to blow Spike was any indication, the vampire had had no such inclinations tonight. But it wasn’t only the way that he’d been handled physically that had bothered him.

Even after the whole scene with Giles, Spike hadn’t treated him with the cool disregard that he had tonight. Despite how devastating being forced to luridly beg to be used as a sex toy had been, his owner had been almost… tender. He’d expected mockery from the vampire, after he was done with him. To be reminded how hard he’d been while he’d shamelessly begged to be used like a whore. The bleached menace hadn’t though, he’d consoled Xander, soothed and petted him. Spike usually did when the degradation became too much. It was probably unhealthy and certainly a little twisted, considering he was the direct cause of Xander’s distress, most of the time purposefully causing it, but tonight the young man found himself desperately missing that comfort.

Silently, the slender creature stood up. The nervous human was happy to see that the alcohol had been left behind. Still on all fours, he made his way to the bathroom, black clad figure following closely behind.

“Stand up, turn around and put your hands against the wall,” Spike ordered. As soon as he complied, the straps to the harness that had been his only decoration since shortly after getting home were quickly loosened. A cool hand brushed his hip lightly, before moving to knead his buttocks. He couldn’t conceal a small groan when Spike grabbed the base of the butt plug and expertly wiggled it a few times. Ever so slowly his Master worked the little trespasser out of his sore passage.

“Start the shower and do the trimming you need to do,” the blond instructed. Xander quickly obeyed, relieved Spike was having him do that himself. He didn’t really relish the idea of someone who wasn’t exactly walking straight holding a razor next to the family jewels. For the moment though Spike seemed content to just watch him through the crack left by the only partially closed shower curtain.

He thought that that was all his owner was going to do, since he didn’t move the entire time Xander was removing what little stubble had grown in since he’d showered before work, but as soon as the mortal finished and reached to put the dreaded pink disposable razor aside, his Master quickly stripped off his tight back clothing, then joined him without saying a word.

“Turn and face the wall. Spread your legs a bit. No, a little wider, good, just like that. Now clasp your hands behind your neck and leave them there,” his Master softly ordered. Xander felt a shiver run down his spine as he stood under the shower’s warm spray. He felt a cool hand, smaller than his own, reach around to fondle his freshly shaven balls, inspecting his work.

“Love how soft and smooth you feel. They feel nice and plump too, full of semen. Bet you feel about ready to explode, Kitten. How do those come laden bollocks feel hanging heavy between your legs as you crawl for me?” His owner breathed in his ear, pressing up against him, hand still lightly massaging his testicles. The young slave swallowed, if he hadn’t been glaringly aware of his genitalia before, his Master had just ensured that he would be from here on in. After coming home smelling of Willow, he was also certain that he was going to be in for another long evening with no sexual satisfaction in sight. He didn’t even bother trying to conceal his frustrated whimper.

After what seemed like an eternity Spike finally released him, but was back a split second later soapy washcloth in hand. Xander couldn’t help but quiver when the vampire slowly started running the coarse fabric around his belly button.

“Is this what you wanted, Kitten?” the cold blooded creature whispered sensuously. The mortal squealed when his companion’s free hand reached up to harshly twist his left nipple. The rough treatment didn’t stop, but the cloth did inch its way up his torso.

“Yes… Master,” he managed to stutter. At least they had abandoned the let’s marinate the evil undead guy game, and had gotten back to the somewhat familiar see if the male Scooby can die of blue balls game. Considering Spike had a tendency to throw things or hit people with heavy scientific equipment when drunk, Xander was fairly certain that this was safer.

He changed his mind when the washcloth reached his right nipple. Stupid Billy Idol wanabe! It was getting more and more difficult to keep still as his chest was tormented. Damn it, now Spike was chuckling.

“Will definitely have to see about those piercings,” Spike promised. What was almost certainly intended as a taunt only served to excite the human further. “Do you think I could make you disobey me if I kept doing this to you long enough? You think I could make you have an orgasm without ever touching your prick, Kitten? Are those pretty little teats that sensitive?”

“I don’t know Master,” he answered, sounding pathetic even to his own ears. He couldn’t keep back a dejected whine, as strong hands continued playing with his body. He felt blunt teeth nibbling his neck as the hand holding the soapy cloth was changed and his right nipple was now cruelly tweaked and twisted. It bordered on painful, but was also incredibly erotic. Xander knew that even after he was left alone, his tits would feel amazingly tender for hours.

His erection was throbbing almost excruciatingly. He’d gone longer than this without coming, he was sure he had. God it had only been 2 days. He’d gone longer than 48 hours without shaking hands with Mr. Happy before. The problem was, he hadn’t gone without jerking off; in fact Little Xander had never been the focus of so much attention before, not even during his time with Anya. What Xander hadn’t been permitted to do was get off.

After what seemed like an eternity, Spike finally seemed to have had enough of tormenting his chest. Xander could feel the two little persecuted nubs hammering against his torso like two miniature pulses. The suffering young man felt his owner move away; leaving him alone, trembling and intensely aroused. He felt Spike’s erection firmly digging into his hip a moment later, signaling the vampire’s return. He’d apparently gone to get the bar of soap. He began meticulously washing the rest of Xander’s body.

The last time Spike had done this he’d been all business, aside from a few lingering swipes to Xander’s nipples and anus; but today every touch seemed designed to send waves of helpless desire through the brunet. Having someone wash his arms shouldn’t have been so titillating. He quivered as he felt Spike crouch down, to bathe his legs. It seemed so naughty standing there motionless and subservient, legs open, hands joined behind his neck while his body was ever so slowly lathered.

Bleachie had touched him everywhere except his ass and rigid penis. The shower warmed body behind him straightened and Xander shuddered as his inner thighs were leisurely soaped.

“Bend at the waist a bit,” Spike ordered, placing a steadying hand against his waist, balancing the younger man as he obeyed. Silently he removed Xander’s hands from behind his neck “Brace yourself against the wall. Good, like that. Now, I want you to stay perfectly still. Your palms are to remain against that shower wall, understood?”

“Yes, Master,” he answered. What are you going to do to me? His mind demanded, but he managed to keep that to himself. Inside voice, inside voice. He got his answer a moment later when soap slicked bristly fabric was slowly run between his legs. Spike was pressing firmly, washing in gentle circles, on that sensitive spot right behind his balls. Xander couldn’t help but gasp. Oh God.

“You’re shaking, Kitten. You don’t like this?” the vampire purred, continuing his sensuous torture. “Answer me, pet. I want to know how it feels.”

The fanged menace expected him to be verbal? Now?

“Goo…good,” he managed to stammer. Spike snorted.

“Such a naughty, Kitten. Love having your Master play with you, don’t you? Love having that wicked bum teased too, don’t you?” the vampire taunted. How had Spike gone from staggering, falling down drunk, back to being able to play virtuoso with his body so quickly? Stupid vampire metabolism! The little towel was moving up his crack now.

“Yes,” he admitted, just as a slick finger breached him. It’s not as though it wasn’t obvious how worked up he was.

“I Bet you thought about having me inside you while we were apart, remembered how well I stretched that tight hole. You know why you thought about it? Because you know it belongs to me. You know it exists for my pleasure. You exist for my pleasure. Even this is for my pleasure,” his Master insisted. As a firm hand finally wrapped around his cock, Xander couldn’t find the energy to argue.

“Yes, Master,” Xander hissed, almost sobbing. It was almost impossible to keep still as Spike leisurely massaged the head of his cock.

“Tell me you’re mine,” the vampire ordered, jabbing two fingers inside of him and firmly massaging his prostate.

“I’m yours, Master. I belong to you,” he wheezed, struggling to catch his breath. “Please, Oh God.”

“Please what? Kitten,” the blond demanded angrily. Please let me come. Please stop teasing me. Please… Need it so bad. Spike wasn’t going to allow that though, he was certain.

“Please… It’s too much Master. I don’t want to disobey. I can’t… I can’t … Please… stop…” Xander heard himself begging.

“Come for me right now, Kitten,” his Master commanded. Without thought or hesitation, he did.

 



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