Puppy Love
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
54
Views:
41,749
Reviews:
119
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 35/50 - Club
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter... PG13
Warnings: cages, not much.
Short Summary: Puppy gets shown off.
Beta: LJ User purpledodah and LJ User Laazikaat
Concrit: always welcome in comments, e-mail or MSN, whichever.
X-posted to: -Complete list on my LJ-
A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by LJ User hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
Comments keep my muse well fed. Please please please feed her? Writing is ever so much easier if I know people are reading and enjoying.
Xander woke up in his cage, the small one with the really thin mattress. The music was loud, really loud, a thudding beat, the vocals breathy and hoarse sounding. It was a pretty song, really, but it so wasn’t something that Spike usually listened to. He heard voices talking above him, loud and clear.
It was Spike, talking to someone else. Xander fluttered his eyes open slowly, rubbing the sleep out of them. Spike had done that Jedi “sleep” thing he was capable of and Xander had passed out on Spike’s bed, only to wake up here. He looked around warily and saw jeaned legs and booted feet on his cage, so he knew he was in the small one. He groaned and rolled onto his hands and knees, shaking his head wildly from side to side. Everyone was talking loudly around them, filling the large room with noise, it sounded almost like a club. An interracial club, he decided, since so many different languages were being spoken.
He stayed silent, Spike knew he was awake, and he was obviously having a conversation that he didn’t want to interrupt in order to talk to his slave. After a while a waitress came over and asked if they had another drink order, the other demon ordered something and Spike ordered a whiskey and a bowl of water for his pet. Xander smiled, he wasn’t being forgotten.
Eventually the demon left, and Spike dragged the cage close beside him, their heads close together. Spike spoke softly, but loud enough that Xander heard, “You did well pet, waited till you were spoken to first, you remembered the rules, good bitch. We’re at a demon club, no one here will help you, and you can’t leave without going through another barrier, and we remember what happened last time you tried to go through one of my barriers…”
Xander nodded frantically, “Yes Master, I won’t run, I promise, I’ll be good. I’ll follow your rules, I remember them from before Master, please, I’ll be good Master.” Xander was stunned! He was outside of Spike’s room, at a club, being shown off by a Master Vampire to a room full of demons the kind he’d never seen before.
Spike was right at home, having a drink, and chatting with the odd demon that stopped by their table. Xander was talked about at length, about how the Slayer’s minion had been brought to heel, how he was finally accepting his place in the food chain. He listened as he lay down on his side, staring sightlessly out of the cage.
Spike smiled, his puppy really was learning the rules and playing by them, what a fool he’d been to try to push this away, the boy flourished under him, he grew in leaps and bounds. He’d watched as his abuse had made Xander shrink into himself, shivering, shuddering, flinching. As much as he wanted the boy to fear and respect him, he didn’t want unconditional fear, which was what this had been turning into. He was so happy he’d seen the light, as it were, and was treating his pet as he should.
All of this because he was afraid of how much power the boy had on him, over him. He was afraid the boy would start to control him instead of the other way around. He was the Master Vampire here! If he wanted to indulge his pet he could, if he wanted to punish his pet, nothing was stopping him. He wasn’t Angelus, needing groveling and sniveling, those things annoyed the hell out of him, he needed a pet that was fiery, willing to speak his mind. That’s why he bought the boy in the first place, for that fire inside, and he’d almost screwed it all up!
Spike took his feet off the cage and opened the door, putting in the bowl of water the waitress had brought over. Xander had a few sips, his mouth annoyingly dry. He tried to reach through the bars and tried to touch Spike’s leg, to ask permission to speak, but he couldn’t reach through the bars. Thankfully Spike was keeping an eye on him and noticed his dilemma.
“What is it puppy?” he asked with a low voice.
“Master, where are we? Last thing I remember was you telling me to sleep and then waking up here. Master, what are we doing here?” Xander asked softly, knowing the vampire could pick up his voice.
“Wanted to show you off, didn’t I? Besides, you deserved to see outside of the room, just couldn’t have you knowing how to get out of there so I put you to sleep. You’ll be fine pet.” He took a sip of his whiskey and made a surprised face, this place had some good stock, better than he was hoping for.
“I know I will Master, thank you, I’ll try to make you proud of me in front of all these strangers.”
“You better pet, if you know what’s good for you.”
Warnings: cages, not much.
Short Summary: Puppy gets shown off.
Beta: LJ User purpledodah and LJ User Laazikaat
Concrit: always welcome in comments, e-mail or MSN, whichever.
X-posted to: -Complete list on my LJ-
A.N.1 This is in response to the prompt table given to me by LJ User hawk_soaring. Thanks bunches again!
Xander woke up in his cage, the small one with the really thin mattress. The music was loud, really loud, a thudding beat, the vocals breathy and hoarse sounding. It was a pretty song, really, but it so wasn’t something that Spike usually listened to. He heard voices talking above him, loud and clear.
It was Spike, talking to someone else. Xander fluttered his eyes open slowly, rubbing the sleep out of them. Spike had done that Jedi “sleep” thing he was capable of and Xander had passed out on Spike’s bed, only to wake up here. He looked around warily and saw jeaned legs and booted feet on his cage, so he knew he was in the small one. He groaned and rolled onto his hands and knees, shaking his head wildly from side to side. Everyone was talking loudly around them, filling the large room with noise, it sounded almost like a club. An interracial club, he decided, since so many different languages were being spoken.
He stayed silent, Spike knew he was awake, and he was obviously having a conversation that he didn’t want to interrupt in order to talk to his slave. After a while a waitress came over and asked if they had another drink order, the other demon ordered something and Spike ordered a whiskey and a bowl of water for his pet. Xander smiled, he wasn’t being forgotten.
Eventually the demon left, and Spike dragged the cage close beside him, their heads close together. Spike spoke softly, but loud enough that Xander heard, “You did well pet, waited till you were spoken to first, you remembered the rules, good bitch. We’re at a demon club, no one here will help you, and you can’t leave without going through another barrier, and we remember what happened last time you tried to go through one of my barriers…”
Xander nodded frantically, “Yes Master, I won’t run, I promise, I’ll be good. I’ll follow your rules, I remember them from before Master, please, I’ll be good Master.” Xander was stunned! He was outside of Spike’s room, at a club, being shown off by a Master Vampire to a room full of demons the kind he’d never seen before.
Spike was right at home, having a drink, and chatting with the odd demon that stopped by their table. Xander was talked about at length, about how the Slayer’s minion had been brought to heel, how he was finally accepting his place in the food chain. He listened as he lay down on his side, staring sightlessly out of the cage.
Spike smiled, his puppy really was learning the rules and playing by them, what a fool he’d been to try to push this away, the boy flourished under him, he grew in leaps and bounds. He’d watched as his abuse had made Xander shrink into himself, shivering, shuddering, flinching. As much as he wanted the boy to fear and respect him, he didn’t want unconditional fear, which was what this had been turning into. He was so happy he’d seen the light, as it were, and was treating his pet as he should.
All of this because he was afraid of how much power the boy had on him, over him. He was afraid the boy would start to control him instead of the other way around. He was the Master Vampire here! If he wanted to indulge his pet he could, if he wanted to punish his pet, nothing was stopping him. He wasn’t Angelus, needing groveling and sniveling, those things annoyed the hell out of him, he needed a pet that was fiery, willing to speak his mind. That’s why he bought the boy in the first place, for that fire inside, and he’d almost screwed it all up!
Spike took his feet off the cage and opened the door, putting in the bowl of water the waitress had brought over. Xander had a few sips, his mouth annoyingly dry. He tried to reach through the bars and tried to touch Spike’s leg, to ask permission to speak, but he couldn’t reach through the bars. Thankfully Spike was keeping an eye on him and noticed his dilemma.
“What is it puppy?” he asked with a low voice.
“Master, where are we? Last thing I remember was you telling me to sleep and then waking up here. Master, what are we doing here?” Xander asked softly, knowing the vampire could pick up his voice.
“Wanted to show you off, didn’t I? Besides, you deserved to see outside of the room, just couldn’t have you knowing how to get out of there so I put you to sleep. You’ll be fine pet.” He took a sip of his whiskey and made a surprised face, this place had some good stock, better than he was hoping for.
“I know I will Master, thank you, I’ll try to make you proud of me in front of all these strangers.”
“You better pet, if you know what’s good for you.”