Adult-FanFiction.org : Buffy

Once Bitten, Twice Shy	By : tjgoldstein Category: > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Sunday, 13 August 2000.

1:34 pm.

Lovely little pat on the head that was, ta mate.

Ooohhh, that's right. Give me curls a right nice ruffle while you keep on eye'n off me arse.

Friggin' condescending prick!

Bloody Hell, look at this shit all over me hands. Every f'ng wash day is the same. Jus' can't get the stupid bleedin' thing working right so I jus' hafta kick and punch at the thing till it works. And what happens every time? Yeah, grease and washin' powder up to me elbows. All the while Xander sits on the couch and laughs his head off.

God, gotta wash this off. Heaven forbid if me grimy mitts touch anything. Jus' wouldn't do for me to go messin' things up. 'Sides, spent too bloody long fixin' things yesterday so the place looked right. Habit now, keeping the place neat and clean. Don't even have to think twice these days. Suppose you could call me houseproud.

Tell you what though, if the boy keeps lookin' at me like he is, all heavy eyed, flushed face and lickin' his lips for what he's worth...

I'm gonna have to drop to me knees and give him his 'usual nightcap' early.

Seriously, if someone had told me a year ago that I would be living with Harris and that his cock would be me best friend, I think that even with the chip in me head, I woulda still figured out a way of tearing their limbs off one by one.

Randy little bugger, it's like I can almost feel his eyes on me arse even as I'm passing outta his sight and over to the kitchen sink.

Guessing it won't be long until he works up the courage to take the next step, ignore his white trash upbringing and force his cock in another hole other than me mouth. Can smell him. I can smell his growing interest in doin' me proper like. Only have to bend over in front of him some days, like now and the boy is just about ready to cream his pants, the scent of his arousal stinking up the apartment. Have to open a window just to let some fresh air in, let the stench float away. Lucky he hasn't yet demanded that I turn over for him. Won't be long now, though. His interest rose to new heights right after he barged in on me while I was in the shower a few weeks ago. Boy copped a really good view of me naked as the day I was born. Accidentally tore the shower curtain the week before and we hadn't gotten around to getting a new one, he musta forgot 'cause it's not unusual for either of us to walk in or out while the shower's in use. That day, I dunno who was the most startled to tell the truth.

You know what's sad?

Me. I'm a sad bloody git, all because I'm so f'n grateful for him not forcing himself up me before now. An' he will have to force his cock up me, 'cause every time I think of him doin' *that* to me I jus' clench till I'm tighter than a fish's arse. Still, as nervous as I'm getting jus' thinking about it, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to go further with the lad. Never went near a bloke before I was Turned and I can count on one hand how many I've been with. Me Sire, Angelus; his first Childe, Penn and The Master himself. Laid over easy for the three of 'em, panting like a bitch on heat for them, I was. I'm not counting Arseholes Inc though, that weren't willing, that was rape. Plain and simple. But this, with Xander, giddy and sick as I get whenever the inevitable crosses me mind, I know I'm gonna be willing.

Sorta.

I can't lie to meself.

I'm terrified jus' thinking about it. The boy isn't gonna take no for an answer, so I gotta get used to the thought of him all the way up me. It's gettin' easier to tell meself that I'm willing. Wasn't at first, was sick until I was empty first time I realised Xander was getting interested in me arse. Jus' couldn't help all the memories of Farmboy and his mates from crowding me mind. Keep havin' to remind meself that I loved it with Angelus and the other two. Used to bloody well pester 'em for it, truth be told, would go all pouty if told no by one of them. Would jus' go and look for one of the others and 'persuade' them to take care of me needs. Xander's never been with a bloke before and he hasn't got a small package between his legs. Boy's short but thick, thicker than I've ever seen before and it took a good few weeks for me even to be able to wrap me mouth round him proper. If he ain't careful, he's gonna hurt me. Badly. And I'm scared of that, scared that if he doesn't take care with me the first few times, he's gonna put me off the whole business forever. Not that Riley and his mates haven't already done a good job of that, but I keep telling meself that Xander is gonna do it so good, I'm gonna be back to lovin' getting shagged by a bloke in no time at all. I gotta believe that Xander is gonna do it right. Otherwise, it's gonna be a long four years 'til his Claim is up.

Christ, I wish I had a fag.

Funny, I haven't had a smoke since *that night*. Jus' makes me sick to me stomach to think of the taste of those things, and the smell. Ugh. Still want one, though, crave the comfort that they used to offer.

Fuckin' bloody grease, stuff won't come off me hands even with all this scrubbing. Look at me, servitude is me life these days.

I don't know exactly when it was that I decided that enough was enough and to jus' go with the flow of things. Being Claimed by the boy sent me on me way, that's for sure. You know, he was so... so *horrified* by what he had done the night before, he was trippin' over himself to be nice to me. He apologised for his temper, cumming on me face and sending me into a flood of tears. Could smell him though, smell him gettin' aroused again and by the look on his face, he could feel himself 'cause he jus' upped and left me. Came back jus' before dark and nothing was mentioned again. Until his next temper, about a month or so later.

Xander doesn't know it but it wasn't his temper that first time that sent me into hysterics, although the major hissy fit I copped sure as hell didn't help matters any. All day I had watched the clock like a damn hawk, counting down the minutes until I was safe in his company again. Had worked meself into such a tizzy, the tears jus' sprang forth the moment the clock ticked over from 5.59 and into 6 pm that Monday night. He had said he would be home by 6 and he wasn't. All day I had been worrying meself stupid that something would happen to him and that I would have to leave what had become me own little safe haven. More than that though, the fear of bein' alone started to eat away at me. I hate bein' alone. I hate not bein' able to smell another flesh scent and I hate not bein' able to see another figure from jus' about anywhere in a room. If I can't see anyone, then sometimes, jus' the knowledge that someone is nearby is enough. All me life I've made sure that someone was around me. That's why I stuck close to Dru in the beginning, jus' so *someone* was near me. Barmy as she was, I loved me Dark Princess in the end. After she left me, I constantly trolled the demon ranks for company. Don't think there's many around Sunnydale I haven't shagged jus' for a bit of overnight company, and as sad as it is to admit, Harmony was great at keepin' the fear at bay. Still, I had to force meself to get used to the idea of havin' no-one around and I was doin' all right before Arseholes Inc. came for me. But now, I'm terrified that one day I will be all alone. And on that night, as the clock ticked over and the boy officially became late, the fear jus' overwhelmed me. I was frightened that the boy had left me and I was alone once more. Stupid, I know, I was bloody well living in *his* basement.

Huh. F'n moron I am, at times.

Damn, me head is startin' to ache. Does that at time, me head. Jus'outta nowhere, I get a headache and for the next few hours, me head feels like it's jus' been freshly bashed into the lid of the stone coffin in me old crypt. Right where them Initiative bastards placed me chip.

Turns out the chip's been more damaged than the Watcher first thought. About two weeks after the boy Claimed me, the matter of me brain damage was discussed in one them meetings the Watcher is always holding. Pretty obvious that it had damaged me speech centre but as the good witch Glinda said, it had also shorted out me emotional centre. 'Ooohhhh yes', all the others agreed, heads nodding away, not even botherin' to discuss me own brain damage with me as I sat on the floor beside Xander's chair. Not being able to say anything other than pathetic squeals and grunts, I sat and let them ignore me, pretended that I couldn't hear anything. Let them overlook me presence as they used to do with Harris. Before I lost my speech, even though Xander was an integral part of the Scoobies, thanks to me knowledge of fellow demons, I had still ranked higher on the importance scale than Harris himself. It's more than likely the fact that I'm lower than him in the pecking order that allows him to show his temper when us two are the only ones around.

Still, bloody thankful for him at times though.

Like when Slaggy comes around to the apartment and brings her fucktoy with her. Xander sees how nervous I am around Iowa and always makes sure that the cunt doesn't go anywhere near the bedroom if I'm hiding in there because I'm not feeling stable enough to put up with his presence for a few hours. The first time Arsehole came over, I didn't leave the bedroom until he had gone, even after Xander kept demanding that I come out, yelling at me that he was gonna thump me if I didn't move. Anyhow, the boy stomped into the room and was jus' about to drag me out when he saw me sobbing and shaking. He sank down onto the floor beside me, stroking his fingers through me hair and holding me tight against his side. Told me that he was sorry for yelling and that he 'understood'. Told me that I was probably gonna be nervous around most males for a long time after what I had gone through. Woulda laughed at him if I hadn't been so busy crying from the nightmare of having one of me attackers in the confines of a place, where up until then, I was feelin' safe.

I still haven't told him who worked me over that night. For now, it's enough that Xander is keepin' me safe. I might tell him in the future, although I'm settling for not pissing off a Slayer with accusations about her boyfriend. I mean, really, who are they gonna believe? Me, a demon who has tried to kill them all more than once over the past years? Somehow, I really doubt it. 'Sides, the Slayer would jus' end the discussion by staking me.

Oooohhhh... me head is really startin' to do me in. Wonder if Xander got any painkillers last time he was down at the drug store?

Reckon the bloody chip's screwed up me pain tolerance levels as well. Never used to feel pain this sharply, even when Angelus would strap me, never stopping until the hand holding the leather strop would go numb and he would drop it. I would scream bloody murder for hours, beg him to stop until me throat bled but I swear, none of that compares to when Xander goes me. It's like the pain has doubled in intensity and a simple thing like a slap across the head smarts for ten or fifteen minutes whereas, before me brain damage, never woulda really noticed it. And I bruise easier these days, too. A few good punches from the boy will mark me black and blue, large knots of tender flesh dotting me here and there while before, me head bashing on the coffin corner, barely a mark. It's like with me headaches. Can't do much when one starts in, jus' hafta take a few painkillers and lie down in the dark until it starts to ease off. Sometimes, me teeth ache and vision blurs if I get a bad one. Xander's good with me headaches too, he jus' leaves me alone 'til I'm right again. He gets all gentle with me for the next few days an' treats me real nice. Gotta admit to puttin' it on a couple of times. 'Specially when it looks like he's about to give me a right thumpin'. Soon as I hold me head and start groanin', he jus' backs away. Still throws a temper at me, screaming at me how useless I am, that I'm nothin' but a dumb animal and how I should be grateful that he was good enough to take me in. He'll throw things at me, rip apart some of the stuff he's bought me and jus' generally scare the livin' daylights outta me, but he doesn't touch me.

Christ, I hate feelin' so bloody weak and useless. I hate feelin' so... so *human*.

I'm jus' so sick of tryin'. Can't be bothered tryin' to be someone that I can no longer be. I can't be the Big Bad any more, or William the Bloody. All I am now is a pet to a boy who's got a temper that's slowly getting worse. Being a kept man isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Sure, I get the brunt of Xander's tempers and sometimes, he can be a right nasty little shit who delights in pushing me into one of me regular teary sessions, but I can't bring meself to leave. I can't, he's me Claimant. As soon as I left, someone would jus' bring me back to me Claimant. It's what happens in the demon world; it's one of the few rules that most of us agree to. Always take what strays back to the rightful owner, simply 'cause you never know when something that belongs to you will go missin'. Not jus' vampires that have the Claiming ritual, hundreds of other demons do and we all follow the same rules. Like some sort of social club. And because the boy ain't really my rightful Claimant, the oth.. the one who was fir.... Well, needless to say I wouldn't be handed back to Xander. Besides, where would I go? What would I do for blood money? Who else is gonna let me hold their hand at night when the nightmares threaten to overwhelm me?

Xander Claimed me as his that night and even though he isn't a vampire or me true Claimant, it's in me best interests to abide by the Claiming he performed. Gotta be thankful that he didn't piss on me instead of cumming on me face. For vampires, the difference between becoming a Childe or minion isn't due to the amount of Sire blood fed to you as you get Turned, it's the difference of being either pissed on or cum on at the very moment you Turn. We vamps don't piss normally, and tell the truth, you really couldn't even if you did try, but when Turning someone you have marked for a minion, a few drops of piss emerge, jus' enough to rub into their bite mark so that they are forever scented as a minion. When making a Childe, you jus' rub cum into the bite instead.

Now, in a Claiming, you take an already Turned vampire and dominate them. Then you beat and torture them in order to make them submit to you, so that their scent is noticeably weaker to your own more aggressive scent. You then force them to perform a sexual act on you, humiliating them into accepting that they are the weaker of the two of you. Once the dominant vampire has gotten themselves off, the aggressor or Claimant then rubs their sexual fluids into the weaker one's or Adored's face, making sure to thoroughly rub it into the scent glands that are situated on the bridge of the nose and the length of the forehead. This masks the Adored's own natural scent with the Claimant's more dominant scent, thereby allowing other vampires and demons to know, with just one sniff, who the Adored belongs to. Also tells 'em jus' who they are gonna have to fight if they take a bit of a fancy to the Adored. The scent masking will steadily wear away in time and after around five years, providing the Claiming ritual hasn't been re-newed during that time, the Adored will no longer carry the Claimant's scent and is essentially a free vampire once again.

In a weird bloody twist to the Claiming ritual, you can sorta temporarily 'demote' unruly Childer to the status of minon. Instead of rubbin' cum into their scent glands, you jus' rub a few drops of piss into 'em. Takes about the same time to wear off an' like I said, almost impossible for a vamp to take a leak, but me Sire, Angelus always said that a vampire's natural instinct can make wonders happen. An' when a vampire is in a right shirty mood, 'is instincts are usually in control.

As I said, hafta keep reminding meself that it could be worse.

The boy coulda pissed on me. That really would have been the last straw for me. He didn't though, he came on me instead.

A whore I might be, but I'll never be a minion
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Once Bitten, Twice Shy