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.

The vampire sat smiling as he watched his pet sleep for a while. His boy had obviously been worn out by their play. The brunet looked positively debauched laying there dozing on the rumbled bed. Bloody Hell! The vampire wanted to free the mortal’s legs and plunge into his tight heat again. He was turning into a bigger poofter than Captain Hair Gel.

The blond creature grumbled, carefully closing all the drapes before leaving the room, grabbing his Zippo and fags on the way out. Making his way to the living room, the vampire sat on the sofa and took out a cigarette. Bugger, silly boy didn’t have a sodding ashtray in the living room.

Spike made his way to the kitchen, muttering under his breath as he searched for a suitable container. Definitely have to take the little tosser shopping, the vampire thought riffling through each of the kitchen cabinets; the silly boy doesn’t have anything. No wonder the wanker lives on Twinkies.

The vampire was determined to change that particular trend now that the mortal was under his control. Would be a shame to have his boy turn into something like that wanker of a father of his.

Finally, the vampire grabbed a small cracked bowl and brought it back to the living room. Closing all the blinds as he went, he sat down again, propping his feet on the old coffee table. Lighting his smoke, the blond took a long drag exhaling happily. Grabbing the remote, the vampire turned on the tely idly browsing through the many channels. At this time of night nothing was on. He could hear the steady beat of his boy’s heart in the background. The vampire finally settled on some forgettable cop flick from the seventies.

He knew he had to let the boy rest or he would be useless. Humans were so fragile.

They were also incredibly soft and warm. The stupid slayer had gotten him addicted to that heat. Now it was the same with his pet, except his boy would never leave him. If the blond had known that having a living pet would be this pleasurable, he would have taken one years ago. Of course, his Xander was unique. The human was magically bound to him, condemned to follow his wishes.

It was nice being in control again for once. The vampire’s life had been so out of control for the past two years. The Initiative had taken everything from him. The slayer and her bunch simply thought the chip a useful tool. Vampire couldn’t cause human’s harm, problem solved.

Not a single one of the so-called good guys had ever bothered to ask him how bloody much it hurt. He supposed they knew, after all it appeared to have completely paralyzed the vampire’s natural instincts. It hadn’t. Spike still craved the blood and the violence. He still longed for the hunt. The chip had simply broken him.

He’d never experienced anything so painful in all his long life. The agony when the chip flared even put the torture of Angelus’ first brutal rape of his virgin body to shame. He didn’t have words to describe how much it hurt him. He imagined it felt like being struck by lighting.

He’d almost broken down and cried the first time it had gone off when he’d hurt a mortal accidentally. It wasn’t bloody fair! He’d been good. He’d learn to play by the new rules, as unnatural and unpleasant as they were. The fucking chip didn’t care it - punished him anyway.

Then, of course, there was the hunger. He’d been so bloody goddamned hungry at times over the past two years. The Scoobies fed him sometimes…when they needed him for something. The thought filled him with more bitterness than he’d liked to admit. He didn’t like to admit how much their opinion of him mattered to him. Not even to himself.

He truly hated them sometimes. The way they would look down at him if they caught him hustling some stupid college boy at the Bronze or - heaven forbid - nicking something. Worst of all crimes, how dare he ask to be paid for his services? True he’d come to love fighting demons, he needed an outlet for his vampire body’s natural aggression, but didn’t humans sometimes make livings out of doing what they loved?

No, he was expected to stop feeding and provide muscle for them whenever they needed it. How he managed to live was none of their concern. He remembered the condescending look on their faces about a year and a half before when they had caught him scavenging at the junkyard. He’d wanted to rip all of their faces off. No, he’d wanted to dump them all naked in the middle of some strange foreign land, without a cent to their names and see how they would fare.

The worst had been the times he’d had to go to them for protection. He still burned at how they had mocked his helplessness, his impotence. He hated those feelings; they reminded him of when he was weak, of when he was him.

Now he was powerless again. Any human who so desired it could corner him and plunge a stake into his chest. He couldn’t even lift a finger to stop them. Most degrading of all had been a few months ago when a couple of the mortals he’d trounced at pool had taken offence and beaten the un-life out of him. They had beaten him so badly in the alleyway behind the Bronze that he’d barely managed to get inside before the sun rose. He’d been tempted to just lie there. He’d never said a word to the slayer and her bunch. They’d simply assumed the fading bruises were from some demon the vampire had taken on.

Despite his hatred for them, the vampire couldn’t help but be drawn towards the Scoobies. The fact was the vampire was unbearably lonely. Spike wasn’t good at being alone. He’d spent a hundred years alongside his dark princess before he’d been abandoned and left adrift on his own. Some vampires did well on their own, but the blond was man enough to admit, he wasn’t one of them.

He was a pack animal. He didn’t know if it was the nature of his demon or a throw back from a mortal life spent in the company of his mum. He didn’t really care. All he knew was he needed kin around him. He couldn’t have that anymore. No self-respecting demon would be around him any more. Not him, the slayer’s lapdog. He appreciated Clem’s friendship, he did. Especially since, unlike the Scoobies, the demon’s acceptance of him was completely genuine. Clem was hardly the crème of the demonic community. The demon was sort of like an inept younger brother, who wanted to be included with the cool kids.

Many of the other demons on the Hellmouth wanted the chipped vampire dead. Most of the others did not want to associate with him either out of fear or more often than not out of disgust at his condition. Even Harmony thought herself more of a demon than him.

Who wanted to be around a neutered vampire? The vampire had to laugh resentfully at how accurate that statement was. Here he was, none of his community wanting anything to do with him, and the vampire was prevented from creating himself any companions, be they minions or childer. The chip barred him from even reproducing.

So he’d done the only thing he could. He’d tried to insinuate himself into another family. He ran his hand over his face in disgust remembering how he’d unconsciously tried to turn himself into closer to what the children seemed to want. It hadn’t been even close to enough. Maybe that’s why he’d let himself fall in love with the slayer.

It gave him the excuse to make a bleeding fool out of himself. What did it matter if he was acting like a poof if he did it for love? Problem was, no matter how deep his feelings ran, the lady didn’t love him. She’d taken what she needed and then cast him aside.

Well, now he had someone that would, could never do that to him. The vampire had every intention of taking advantage of that. ‘Sides he was starting to truly enjoy himself.

He’d been surprised how pleasing buggering his pet was. At first his only thought had been his own imminent satisfaction, but the feeling of Harris’ hot wet mouth around his cock had been so bloody good that he’d had to sample his other charms. Now that he’d been inside the human boy’s tight little arse, he simply wanted to spend all his time there. Humiliating and tormenting the whelp was fun, too, he had to admit.

Damn if the sight of his boy bound and struggling on the bed wasn’t one of the most erotic he’d ever seen. Xander was finding this so very difficult. He could read the deep shame in the boy’s eyes at the intense arousal he was feeling. Maybe that’s why; he’d answered his pet honestly when he’d asked about the bite. Bloody Hell! The chip had made him soft.

The master vampire was impressed with the boy’s responsiveness, albeit reluctant. It was amusing watching the pup fight his own body’s desires. There was so much fire in his dark haired boy.

Finally tired of all this self-reflection, Spike rose off the sofa, completely disinterested in the stupid film. Turning off the television and throwing away the remote in disgust, the vampire started prowling the apartment restlessly. The blond vamp had always been a tad hyperactive, long before the head shrinkers came up with the term.

The vampire was going to have to redecorate, he realized walking up and down the apartment. The whelp had the worst taste he’d ever seen. His crypt had been better put together, bloody hell!

The first thing the vampire was going to change was the boy’s wardrobe. No more horrible orange shirts on his pet or droopy pants. The blond had to admit that the brunette had been dressing better, but he suspected the demon bint’s influence there. No, he would not allow the boy to camouflage himself any longer.

He smiled, suddenly hearing the soft moans coming from the bedroom. He could hear the boy tossing and turning, as best he could in his bonds. Spike walked back to the bedroom. He grinned at the sight before him. Xander was dreaming.

Obviously a very naughty dream, by the scent the boy was giving. The pale blue sheets that he’d draped over the young man were tented. The brunette was thrusting his hips and groaning in his sleep. He watched the boy restlessly toss and turn. His boy’s quietly mumbled “Master” took him aback.

So his boy was dreaming about him was he? The vampire soundlessly made his way to his sleeping pet’s side.

“You’re dreaming about me, Kitten?” he whispered into the mortal’s ear faintly, as not to wake the dark haired man.

“Are you dreaming about what I’ve done to you? Is that what’s making my beauty so hard? Such a beautiful hard cock. All mine,” the blond teased hoping that the mortal would not fully awaken.

“Or are you dreaming about what I’m going to do to you? What you hope I’m going to do to you. Do you want your Master’s cock inside your tight little arse again? Making you all nice and full, touching you deep inside. You can’t help yourself can you, Kitten?”

The brunette just sighed in response. The undead blond couldn’t help himself; he reached down and undid his jeans. Freeing his hard cock, the vampire began silently jacking himself off as he continued luridly whispering into the unconscious mortal’s ear. If the wet spots on the sheets were any indication, it was having an effect.

“Did you like pleasing me, Kitten? You felt so good. You looked so pretty all laid out for me,” the vampire continued.

“I can’t wait to bugger you again, “ the vampire gasped softly. “My little slut, so gorgeous riding my cock.”

The vampire watched as the bound mortal tried to hump into the sheet that covered him. The vampire was surprised that the human hadn’t come in his sleep. He supposed he could stroke his boy off if he really wanted to, but decided against it. Besides, the thought of disciplining the mortal should he have a wet dream sent bolts of pleasure down to the vampire’s groin. He fisted himself harder.

“Harder, please,” the mortal’s sleepy voice begged. It was enough to send the vampire over the edge.

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