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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
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Adult ++
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54
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41,724
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Chapter 23/50 - Finger Food
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13
Warnings: Servitude, nothing really for this chapter.
Short Summary: Puppy performs in front of an audience.
Beta: LJ User Tamakin and LJ User Laazikaat
X-posted to: -Complete list on my LJ-
A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by. Thanks bunches again!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?
~*~
Spike straightened his hair with careful fingers. He fiddled with his pet’s brand new name tag with directions to return to Spike if found on the reverse and checked the chastity belt locked around his waist and between his legs. Spike explained what the chastity belt meant, that the guests didn’t have rights over his body tonight, that he was being reserved for Spike’s attentions only; Xander remembered to thank him.
He didn’t want to think what these demons and vampires might have made him do without the “Do Not Trespass” sign, but his imagination filled in some blanks regardless. However, he wasn’t so sure how he felt when the belt was suddenly too tight around a certain appendage; Spike chuckled to himself as he drank in the scent.
“Fantasies of being whored out, have we?” Spike’s voice drawled in his ear, “Gotta remember that one for next time. But for now, remember the rules? Know what’s expected of you tonight?” Spike’s hands roamed Xander’s body, his cool touch leaving behind a legacy of gooseflesh and blatant arousal.
“Yes M-Master. Silence when anyone else is in the room, respond only with a ‘Yes Sir’ to requests and endeavour to comply. I’m to keep my eyes lowered and my hands behind my back, showing submission and obedience in all I do. I am to be fed as you’ve taught me, by your hand and with my worship. I am to accept no gift or note from anyone’s hand. I remember Master, I promise you’ll have no reason to find displeasure in me tonight.”
He wondered if he should feel worried about just how good and how right all of this was feeling, this utter control over his every movement and absolvement of blame for what those movements were. He felt so free it sickened him sometimes, making him hate himself and his weakness, while other times he felt so at peace with himself he almost glowed.
Spike nodded once to him and snapped his finger, motioning Xander to his feet and to follow. Xander complied with perfect form. He’s gonna have no reason to punish me, that’s one reason not to do this, just because I might be getting off on the idea too, doesn’t mean I’m doing this for bad and naughty reasons. I want to live a healthy, lengthy life, and that’s reason enough, I don’t need to think any further than that. Because there isn’t anything more than that… right? Right!
~*~
The party was going smoothly, various demons attended with their attendants, partners, and the occasional slave. Xander watched them all through lowered lashes, but kept a particular and careful eye on Spike through it all. Everyone seemed to want some time in quiet conversation with the Master Vampire in charge. The vampire’s smirk was impossible to miss, the party was going according to plan and no one had any reason to voice a complaint about his pliant and well trained boy.
Let’s see how this Spike feeding me in public thing goes, shall we?
~*~
He was in a high kneel with his left wrist gripped in his right hand and resting in the small of his back while Spike fed him. He obediently opened his mouth at each prompt and licked fingers clean regardless of what was fed to him. It fell into a rhythm, open, lave clean, withdraw, chew, swallow and thank Spike for each morsel. No wonder Spike doesn’t use this way of feeding me more often, we’d be at it for hours!
No matter what though, the food he was being fed was nothing he’d ever complain about. Fresh fruits to start, strawberries with whipped cream or sugar, apples and orange slices. Next came finger sandwiches, expensive delicacies on tiny crackers and sushi. The sushi was a new experience for him and he had to admit the fried shrimp tempura rolls were rather tasty in their dipping sauce. Each time he thanked his Master as he was fed, his voice soft and barely heard, as was proper in public. He thanked him even if he hated it, like those avocado rolls. Spike had fed him two; one to see his reaction, two to prove it didn’t matter and that he was owned now. But Xander barely flinched and so earned himself an avocado reprieve. See? Vampires are easy to play, as long as you stick to the rules. And the rules? Really easy. Stay respectful, stay submissive, stay obedient and life really isn’t bad.
He licked his lips clean, then blushed while Spike cleaned him off with a napkin before telling him to kneel beside Spike’s throne-like chair once more. He felt the vampire pull his head into his lap and begin petting the lengthening waves with gentle fingers. Xander couldn’t help the shiver of sick delight that slithered down his spine at the light caress. He loved the attention Spike lavished on him, clearly stating to all those watching that Xander was owned completely by Spike.
He was rather sure he didn’t like the message itself, but the way it was delivered was something he could easily get used to. The other demons in the room gazed at him either with contempt or with lust, but Xander felt confident in the unspoken demon code of chastity belts and pets. He nuzzled Spike’s knee in gratitude, knowing who he owed this safety to. Just because he’s a jealous psycho doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the good points when they happen. Actually, that’s pretty much the only good point, but I am thankful for it.
Spike tugged gently on his hair in a soothing motion that made him slowly close his eyes in bliss. Owned, yet oddly safe… that’s how he makes me feel, owned but safe. We all know how much of a lie that is, but it’s how I feel. I’m losing so much of myself, every day I lose a little more. Is this what he planned? Is this what he’s wanted from the beginning? Does it really matter anymore?
Warnings: Servitude, nothing really for this chapter.
Short Summary: Puppy performs in front of an audience.
Beta: LJ User Tamakin and LJ User Laazikaat
X-posted to: -Complete list on my LJ-
A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her?
Spike straightened his hair with careful fingers. He fiddled with his pet’s brand new name tag with directions to return to Spike if found on the reverse and checked the chastity belt locked around his waist and between his legs. Spike explained what the chastity belt meant, that the guests didn’t have rights over his body tonight, that he was being reserved for Spike’s attentions only; Xander remembered to thank him.
He didn’t want to think what these demons and vampires might have made him do without the “Do Not Trespass” sign, but his imagination filled in some blanks regardless. However, he wasn’t so sure how he felt when the belt was suddenly too tight around a certain appendage; Spike chuckled to himself as he drank in the scent.
“Fantasies of being whored out, have we?” Spike’s voice drawled in his ear, “Gotta remember that one for next time. But for now, remember the rules? Know what’s expected of you tonight?” Spike’s hands roamed Xander’s body, his cool touch leaving behind a legacy of gooseflesh and blatant arousal.
“Yes M-Master. Silence when anyone else is in the room, respond only with a ‘Yes Sir’ to requests and endeavour to comply. I’m to keep my eyes lowered and my hands behind my back, showing submission and obedience in all I do. I am to be fed as you’ve taught me, by your hand and with my worship. I am to accept no gift or note from anyone’s hand. I remember Master, I promise you’ll have no reason to find displeasure in me tonight.”
He wondered if he should feel worried about just how good and how right all of this was feeling, this utter control over his every movement and absolvement of blame for what those movements were. He felt so free it sickened him sometimes, making him hate himself and his weakness, while other times he felt so at peace with himself he almost glowed.
Spike nodded once to him and snapped his finger, motioning Xander to his feet and to follow. Xander complied with perfect form. He’s gonna have no reason to punish me, that’s one reason not to do this, just because I might be getting off on the idea too, doesn’t mean I’m doing this for bad and naughty reasons. I want to live a healthy, lengthy life, and that’s reason enough, I don’t need to think any further than that. Because there isn’t anything more than that… right? Right!
The party was going smoothly, various demons attended with their attendants, partners, and the occasional slave. Xander watched them all through lowered lashes, but kept a particular and careful eye on Spike through it all. Everyone seemed to want some time in quiet conversation with the Master Vampire in charge. The vampire’s smirk was impossible to miss, the party was going according to plan and no one had any reason to voice a complaint about his pliant and well trained boy.
Let’s see how this Spike feeding me in public thing goes, shall we?
He was in a high kneel with his left wrist gripped in his right hand and resting in the small of his back while Spike fed him. He obediently opened his mouth at each prompt and licked fingers clean regardless of what was fed to him. It fell into a rhythm, open, lave clean, withdraw, chew, swallow and thank Spike for each morsel. No wonder Spike doesn’t use this way of feeding me more often, we’d be at it for hours!
No matter what though, the food he was being fed was nothing he’d ever complain about. Fresh fruits to start, strawberries with whipped cream or sugar, apples and orange slices. Next came finger sandwiches, expensive delicacies on tiny crackers and sushi. The sushi was a new experience for him and he had to admit the fried shrimp tempura rolls were rather tasty in their dipping sauce. Each time he thanked his Master as he was fed, his voice soft and barely heard, as was proper in public. He thanked him even if he hated it, like those avocado rolls. Spike had fed him two; one to see his reaction, two to prove it didn’t matter and that he was owned now. But Xander barely flinched and so earned himself an avocado reprieve. See? Vampires are easy to play, as long as you stick to the rules. And the rules? Really easy. Stay respectful, stay submissive, stay obedient and life really isn’t bad.
He licked his lips clean, then blushed while Spike cleaned him off with a napkin before telling him to kneel beside Spike’s throne-like chair once more. He felt the vampire pull his head into his lap and begin petting the lengthening waves with gentle fingers. Xander couldn’t help the shiver of sick delight that slithered down his spine at the light caress. He loved the attention Spike lavished on him, clearly stating to all those watching that Xander was owned completely by Spike.
He was rather sure he didn’t like the message itself, but the way it was delivered was something he could easily get used to. The other demons in the room gazed at him either with contempt or with lust, but Xander felt confident in the unspoken demon code of chastity belts and pets. He nuzzled Spike’s knee in gratitude, knowing who he owed this safety to. Just because he’s a jealous psycho doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the good points when they happen. Actually, that’s pretty much the only good point, but I am thankful for it.
Spike tugged gently on his hair in a soothing motion that made him slowly close his eyes in bliss. Owned, yet oddly safe… that’s how he makes me feel, owned but safe. We all know how much of a lie that is, but it’s how I feel. I’m losing so much of myself, every day I lose a little more. Is this what he planned? Is this what he’s wanted from the beginning? Does it really matter anymore?