Bargain

BY : katharina99
Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander
Dragon prints: 18613
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.

Xander lay on the bed gasping when his Master finally decided that he’d suffered enough and left his overly sensitive cock alone. He found himself ridiculously grateful for the gentle praises that were whispered into his ear. Cool soft hands brush his heated skin while they reached to unfasten his wrists. He dimly wondered how the hell he was going to get up and follow the vampire to the kitchen now that his limbs had effectively been turned to jelly. Crawling was actually probably going to be a lot easier than walking right now. It certainly required less dexterity. Who would have thought that there would be an upside to having to spend a week on his hands and knees?

Tonight had been, well intense. His owner had quite frankly scared the living daylights out of him. When the first thing that happens when you walk into the room is that a growling evil undead creature of the night tries to use your body as a battering ram against a perfectly innocent door, it’s not a good sign of things to come. At least he’d gotten one important thing right; when your drunken Master loudly claims ownership over you, agree even if it make you sound like something out of a really low brow Internet porno. Yes, Master. I’m yours, only yours. Just standing there docile with a furious Spike snarling at him in full game face had been one of the hardest things that he’d had ever had to do. Every particle of his body had screamed run, fight for your life this is a vampire, stupid!

He was however also all too familiar with the signs of a drunk spoiling for a fight. He was fairly certain that if he’d put up any sort of resistance that he would have ended up bleeding and broken at the inebriated demon’s feet.

Then Spike had picked up Willow’s scent all over him and Xander had had even bigger problems. Because apparently the Xan-Man wasn’t only responsible for his own actions, he was responsible for everyone else’s too. He still couldn’t figure out what the Hell the girls thought they were going to accomplish with that stunt aside from pissing off the person who now held complete and total control over his life. He wouldn’t be surprised if the great room temperature one hadn’t booked them two one way tickets to Singapore while he was at work.

The entire fiasco was something he was better off not thinking of anyway. He couldn’t believe how much he missed the girls already. He’d known what he was going to be giving up. He just hadn’t realized that it would be so difficult. Anya couldn’t have come up with a better punishment for him if she’d tried.

At least Spike seemed happier now, which really just really served to confuse Xander further. Not only had Spike not used him as a glorified punching bag, but he’d made him come. Twice! Which Xander had been certain wouldn’t be in the game plan based on the events of the weekend. Being sexually teased until his heart gave out maybe, getting off definitely not. He’d thought he was going to die of frustration in the shower. When Spike had said the words, freaking ordered him to come, his reaction had been immediate. It had been like the vampire had flipped a switch deep inside of him. He found himself blushing uncontrollably at the memory.

Apparently being tied up was also a huge turn on for him. Who would have thought? Waking up unable to see or really move, feeling what was quickly becoming a very familiar touch all over his naked body had been so damned exciting. To think he’d been mortified when Anya had let it slip that they’d played around with a little spanking. It seemed a little silly being all flustered over such a small thing now, considering that he’d become a demon’s sex slave.

“Time to get up. As appealing as the prospect is, we can’t lay about in bed all evening,” his Master insisted as he squeezed himself back into his worn black denim. Xander let out an undignified squeak when his owner decided to reach down and give his backside a firm pinch in order to speed his progress. “Out of bed with you, boy. Looks like we need to get you cleaned up again. Follow me.”

Sighing as he got off the bed, the younger man fell to his knees and followed the vampire out of the room. He was almost immediately hit with a mouth watering aroma. Looked like Spike had taken over his kitchen again.

Whatever Blood Breath was making it smelled wonderful. Xander’s stomach growled in response. Spike glanced back at him over his shoulder, smirking. Well it was Mr. Health Kick's fault if he was starving.

How was a man supposed to work construction with only rabbit food in his system? Quietly he trailed his Master to the washroom. The half dressed creature waved him in without entering himself.

“Kneel at attention, Kitten,” the vampire ordered, pointing to a spot in front of the sink. Even though his Master had only taught him the new position that morning Xander was already coming to hate it. It wasn’t just that it was physically more demanding than the wait position, though he was sure that would become a factor if he was ever expected to maintain it for an extended period of time. For some reason this pose made him feel more powerless than the others he’d learned. He knew that was silly, why should this make him feel more exposed than kneeling with his head bowed and his legs spread wide? Probably because it forced him to keep his head up, didn’t allow him to hide as much.

After briefly rummaging around in the linen closet beside the bathroom door the blond joined him in the small bathroom. Even after having known Spike and Angel for years, it was spooky feeling Spike behind him but not seeing his reflection up on the medicine cabinet. Spike laid a couple of washcloths and a fresh bar of soap on the counter, before unfolding one of the small pieces of terrycloth and thoroughly soaking it under the tab.

“Look at the mess you made. Did you enjoy yourself? Did my dirty boy like coming all over his belly for me?” the smirking vampire chided as he reached down to wash the quickly drying semen off his slave’s middle.

“Made such a pretty, pretty pet squirming on the bed for your Master. Now much as I’d enjoy taking you back into the bedroom and giving you a good rogering, I do believe that we still have some unpleasantness we need to get out of the way. ”

“Yes, Master,” gulping slightly, the kneeling man nodded.

“Tell me why you deserve to be punished,” Spike prompted, folding his arms across his bare muscular chest.

“I talked to Willow,” the younger man answered unhappily, futilely hoping that his owner would leave it at that.

“And why would that warrant a punishment, Kitten?” Spike demanded, crushing all the brunet’s hopes that the shirtless demon would get on with whatever he had planned without making him humiliate himself, again.

“Because I’m not allowed to,” he replied, trying not to sound like a disgruntled five year old.

“And why is that, luv?” the vampire insisted, arching an eyebrow.

“Because you don’t want me to,” Xander answered.

Despite the fact that he resented Spike’s seemingly constant need to remind him of him enslavement, there was something reassuring about falling into these patterns. It was certainly preferable to the way things had been between them just a few hours earlier. At least Spike was acting like himself again. And when had that become a good thing?

“That’s right. And who am I to you that you have to do what I say?” the older creature calmly insisted, looking down at the human at his feet.

Easy enough question. “My Master,” he replied.

“That’s right, Pet,” Spike smiled, extending his arm to lightly run his thumb across the Slayerette’s bottom lip. The sensation sent a shiver down Xander’s spine. “Who owns you?”

“You do, Master,” the Scooby acquiesced.

“And you are well aware about how I feel about you having contact with the Slayer and her bunch?” his Master insisted.

“Yes, Master,” Xander agreed gloomily. There wasn’t any use arguing. He’d known it was going to come to this the second Willow had wrapped her arms around him.

“Hmmm, so you wilfully defied me, Kitten,” the vampire nodded to himself.

“No Master, she came to me,” Xander insisted. He’d been bowled over the moment he’d opened the door. There really wasn’t anything he could have done to stop it. He hadn’t even known who was on the other side of the door.

“Did you speak with her?” Spike questioned, looking less than impressed with Xander’s justification.

“Yes, but...” he tried to say.

“Did you allow her to touch you?” the vampire clarified.

“Yes, Master,” he admitted.

“Tell me Pet, what you would have done if you’d caught someone trespassing on the site?” Spike suddenly asked.

“ I...” Xander stammered. Damn it.

“What would you have done, Kitten?” blue eyes starred down at him disapprovingly.

“I would have had them escorted off the premises,” he conceded miserably.

“And if they’d refused to leave?” Spike insisted, tilting his head to one side.

“I would have called the police,” Xan replied in total desolation. He understood what his Master was getting at. He could have had Will thrown off the site. He just hadn’t wanted to do that. Even though he’d known her presence wouldn’t do anything to endear him to his Master, deep down he’d still been happy to see her. Subconsciously he’d obviously decided that getting to talk to his best bud for a few minutes, even if it was just to try and get her to leave, was worth whatever his owner would do to him in retaliation. God, now he wished he’d spent that time saying goodbye, instead of wasting it trying to rationalize his actions to Willow and worse yet, taking his frustrations out on her. Now he’d never get the chance. The very thought of it made it suspiciously difficult to breathe.

“Now, Kitten can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me that there was no way for you to get out of the situation without chatting up the witch?” his master persisted, firmly grabbing his jaw and tilting his head back slightly, forcing Xander to look him directly in the eye.

“No Master,” he finally conceded the point.

“So you’re telling me that you decided to disobey me knowing full well there would be consequences?” Spike shook his head critically.

“Yes, Master,” Xander capitulated.

“Then don’t you think you should take responsibility for your actions, apologize to me and ask for the punishment that we both know you deserve?” his Master directed.

“Yes, Master...” he nodded as best he could with the vampire’s strong fingers still clamped around his chin.

“Go on then,” Spike impatiently insisted.

“I’m sorry I disobeyed your wishes Master. I was a bad boy and I deserve to be punished. Please punish me, Master,” Xander echoed.

“Good, boy,” Spike answered, affectionately running his fingers through Xander’s hair. “When you were little did your mum and dad ever punish you for saying things that you shouldn’t?”

“Yeah,” the Scooby answered uneasily.

“How?” the vampire demanded.

“My dad would spank me,” Xander sighed, hoping against hope that Spike would leave it at that.
Blondie of course immediately crushed that faint hope. “With his hand?”

“No he used to use his belt,” the young man grumbled, uncomfortable even thinking about it. He winced a little, when he realized that he’d just invited the aforementioned chastisement right back on himself by being short with his owner. Damn it. Why couldn’t the great bleach abuser leave his childhood in the past where it belonged?

“Well, I suppose I could give my misbehaving pet a spanking, but I’m afraid you might like it a bit too much. I’ll tell you what, Kitten. Tomorrow after you get home from work we’ll lay you over my lap and I’ll redden your bum. We’ll start nice and slow and keep going until your arse is nice and sore. Would you like that?” Spike grinned, raking his eyes deliberately over his slave’s body.

“I...” the taller man swallowed. Shit, shit, shit. Xander felt himself blushing at the idea of being draped across those muscular legs and spanked again. Not to mention that it was causing a certain cherished, but traitorous part of his anatomy to valiantly try to stand up and cast its vote.

“Did you know that when I described it that your heart beat sped up? And your skin flushed with blood from your chest all the way up to your neck. I can smell all these delicious scents that your body is giving off. There’s really no point denying it. Can you admit that the idea excites you, Kitten?” his Master coaxed.

It always came down to this with Spike. Couldn’t it be enough for the demon that he had his former enemy totally subjugated? Did he have to get his jollies making him say it out loud, over and over again?

“Please,” the younger man whispered, not really sure what he was begging for.

“Deep down, Kitten, you know that this is what you really want. We both know it. Protest all you like, but I think we can both safely say that you’d never have been happy with a couple of tykes, a big silver sedan and the little house in the suburbs with the white picket fence that you profess so loudly to dream off,” the chipped vampire needled.

“You don’t know the first thing about me or what I want, Spike,” Xander hissed, trying to turn his head away, but was held in place as his Master’s hand tightened in his hair.

“I know that you were writhing on my cock, not even a half hour ago. I know that I’ve felt your hard-on rubbing against me when I’ve spanked you. And I know that you submitted to me totally earlier tonight. You went to a place inside yourself where you thought only about pleasing me and for one brief moment you were totally at peace with yourself. You were bloody well breathtaking,” the immortal creature purred in breathy voice.

“Spi.. Master, Please don’t,” Xander panted.

“Pet, you like being dominated in bed. There are worse things in the world. I enjoy smacking that pretty arse of yours and you get randy at the idea of being spanked, I don’t really see a problem here,” Spike huffed in annoyance.

“What do you want from me, Master?” he pleaded.

“Want you to admit that this isn’t entirely a hardship for you. I want you to admit that part of you likes it,” the shorter creature growled, almost pulling Xander off balance

“What’s the point? You already know, as you keep reminding me, Master,” Xander spat bitterly.

“Not to me, to yourself, Kitten,” his Master replied, loosening his hold and absently starting to card his fingers in the Slayerette’s short hair again.

“Maybe I should tape you someday. Show you what you look like when you’re giving yourself to me. You could see how beautiful you look when you’re suffering for me.”

“Fuck,” he gasped.

“You like the idea of watching us together? I’ll keep that in mind, but right now I would like an answer to my question. Would you like it if I spanked you tomorrow night? Not as a punishment, but for pleasure, for both our pleasures. I will, but only if you own up to your desires, Kitten,” Spike continued silkily.

“Yes, all right?” he muttered, feeling the color rise to his cheeks.

“Yes what, Kitten?” Spike persisted.

“I like the idea of you giving me spanking,” Xander reluctantly confessed.

“See. Now was that so hard?” the vampire grinned.

“Yes, it was, Master,” he gulped, suddenly no longer able to meet Spike’s gaze.

“Yeah, Pet. I know, but in the long run it’ll help. You need to stop fighting yourself. But most of all you need to stop hating yourself for things you have no control over,” his Master said gently.

“When did you get so insightful?” the human chuckled gloomily.

“Watch a lot of Oprah, luv,” Spike retorted lazily and moving to lean against the counter. Xander couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. There were actually tears in his eyes when he finally managed to get himself under control. “Feeling better?”

“Actually, yes. Thank you, Master,” he actually found himself smiling.

“Right then. Why don’t we get your punishment out of the way so we can enjoy the rest of our evening?” Spike grinned, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Whatever the hyperactive vamp had planned probably didn’t bode well for Xander.

“Yes, Master,” he nodded nervously.

“Now, we’ve already determined that you’re not going to be spanked as punishment. How else do parents discipline naughty boys who say things that they shouldn’t?” his owner smirked. Xander’s eyes went to the counter behind Spike and the items he’d put there in preparation, an extra washcloth and a nice fresh bar of soap, even though there was a half finished one in the holder on the counter. When realization dawned it was accompanied by a blinding flash of anger. It wasn’t even the worst thing that Spike had forced him to do, but at this point it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“There’s no way, no way in Hell I’m letting you do that to me. I’ve put up with all your crap so far, but if you think for one fucking minute that I’m going to let you wash my mouth out with soap you undead asshole,” Xander exploded, finally snapping under the strain of the last four nights. His body was on auto pilot as he stood up and reached to violently shove Spike against the counter. He never made contact. White hot, pain exploded through his skull. He screamed, falling to the ground clutching his head in agony.



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