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

Well he certainly hadn’t been expecting that. The boy’s explosion yes, he had been taunting him relentlessly for the past four nights after all. Was about time Harris showed some spirit. The Scooby’s meek submissiveness had been getting rather tedious. He actually enjoyed some fire in his slave, watching Xander get all flustered and indignant was half the fun.

His pet screaming though, falling to the ground whimpering in a sickeningly familiar pattern was unexpected.

His human was curled into an almost foetal ball, his entire body racked with tremors. When he picked up the sound of the boy gagging, he was barely able to manhandle the brunet over to the toilet bowl before the mortal was violently ill. The last thing he wanted was to end up mopping up after the whelp.

He began to worry when he realized that the young man was still clutching his head, moaning softly. He’d been in that very position all too often. A small part of him, well sod it, actually a rather large part of him, was gratified that one of the Slayer’s minion’s was finally getting a taste of what life had been like for him for the past two years. Wasn’t so bloody funny on the receiving end, now was it? Still he had the benefit of demonic healing abilities, so once the initial jolt was over the pain tended to fade quickly, provided he didn’t do anything else to set the damned chip off. Whatever was happening to the younger man didn’t seem to be receding though.

“Kitten?” he ventured, crouching down besides the shaking human who’d slid back down to the floor. Even with his enhanced hearing he could just barely make out Xander’s breathy pleas to make it stop. “Shush. Breathe, Pet,” He soothed, rubbing circles on the clammy skin of his slave’s back. It seemed to have a calming effect on the taller man, so he kept doing it. The mortal rocked back and forth pushing the heels of his hands against his forehead, moaning softly. Silently he helped the suffering man sit back up and reached around him to flush the toilet. From the tight lines around his pet’s brown eyes it was obvious that Harris was still in some pain, though apparently in wasn’t nearly as debilitating as it had been only a few moments ago.

Standing up, Spike filled the glass his pet kept beside his toothbrush and handed it to the shaky young man without another word. Xander, looking grateful, rinsed his mouth. “You still hurting, pet?” he asked, pushing sweaty strands of dark hair away from Xander’s eyes.

“Not as much,” his pet stammered. “When you started touching me it got a little better.”

“All right let’s get you off the cold floor. Don’t want you catching ill. I don’t fancy spending all my time cleaning up after you and your disgusting human fluids,” the master vampire added hastily, scooping up the much bigger man without further ado. The carpenter gave a surprised little squeak, which he seemed to immediately regret. His boy shuddered and his hand came up, pinching the bridge of his nose. Those wanker white hat representatives had said that his ‘tribute’ would be obligated to obey him, but they hadn’t specified how. What good was the bond if it completely disabled his plaything?

He walked briskly to the living room then carefully arranged his burden on the sofa. He grabbed the truly hideous throw that was half covering the dreaded orange barcalounger and spread it over Xander.

“Stay right, there. I’m going to go turn down the heat on the oven,” Spike admonished, silently cursing himself for sounding like a complete and total ponce, before turning on his heel and heading out of the room leaving a clearly miserable Scooby behind. Giving the pup a jolt for trying to take a swing at him he could understand, intimately actually. Bit of poetic justice that. But how would it possibly benefit Spike to prolong it beyond that? His boy shouldn’t bloody still be hurting.

He went over to the oven and turned the temperature down. Wasn’t like his boy would be in the mood for a heavy meal now. He’d slow roast the damned thing. He’d actually never tried it, but he knew the theory behind it. Bugger, he really did watch entirely too much daytime telly, he thought reaching into the cupboard next to the sink for a glass.

He opened the door to the icebox and pulled out the pitcher of filtered water he’d noticed the boy had in there and filled the glass, before kicking the door shut. He walked into the living room and found Xander exactly where he’d left him, curled up under the blanket looking positively wretched.

“Here, drink this, Kitten,” he ordered, squatting down and holding the glass to his pet’s lips. His boy drank the water without argument and quickly gulped it down. The cold probably felt good to his irritated throat. The larger man sighed and rubbed his temples.

“Master?” his pet ventured, trying to burrow further into the couch cushions.

“Yes, Kitten?” Spike answered stretching his hand out to stroke his boy’s damp hair.

“What I felt in there, it’s was what the chip feels like when it fires wasn’t it?” Xander asked, looking up at him thoughtfully.

“Looked that way to me. I’m no expert when it comes to mojo, but it looks like the spell that bonds you to me mimics the effects of the chip. I generally bounce back from its effects more quickly than this though,” Spike considered.

“It’s a little better, than it was. At least I don’t feel like I’m about to pass out anymore. I just have a really, really bad head ache. It’s sort of a sharp throb right between my eyes, like having the hangover to end all hangovers, except without getting to have any of the drunken fun first,” the human groused moodily.

“I know the feeling, Pet,” the master vampire pointed out acerbically.

“Master....” Xander tentatively began. “I’m sorry... that it hurts you like that.”

“Yeah, I’d wager that you have a whole different perspective on the damn chip now,” the blond replied sourly. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Spike tried to calm himself. Boy wasn’t in any shape to deal with his anger now, besides there really wasn’t any point taking his resentment over the bloody chip out on Xander.

His pet seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then taking a deep breath to compose himself he pushed on. “I do, but... I’m not going to lie to you and tell you that I’m sorry that you were chipped.”

“So it’s fine for me and my kind to be experimented on and tortured, just not you flawless humans? That it Harris?” Spike snarled, suddenly enraged. “Well let me tell you something boy. I’ve been around for a long time. I’ve seen countless petty little men take power for their own means, murdering millions along the way to fulfill whatever ideology was giving the maniac du jour a hard on. Spain, Uganda, Rwanda and let’s not forget Germany. I’m sure even you’re familiar with that one. I could go on and on. Being human doesn’t guarantee goodness.”

“No it doesn’t. But you were killing people. You’ve slaughtered thousands of them and you would have kept right on doing it. I can’t be sad that something has stopped that. Because of what the Initiative did to you there are probably hundreds of people that are still alive today, men, women and children that would have died if they’d never captured you,” Harris countered, his voice unusually steady and calm. If it had been said in the carpenter’s normal condescending superior tone, Spike would have known how to deal with it, felt justified taking his bitterness out on the Scooby even. But Spike just found himself stooping beside the couch slack jawed. “I am sorry that you had to suffer though. I’m sorry that you were in pain, I can’t imagine what it must have been like going through that alone all those times. Mostly, I’m sorry I was asshole to you about it.”

“So what? Now I’m just supposed to tell you that all is forgiven now?” the slight vampire accused.

“No, I just wanted you to know,” his pet confessed, taking a shaky breath before lowering his eyes.

Spike, who generally had a biting retort for everything, didn’t quite know what to say to that. So like any skilled debater who realized that they’d been boxed into a corner, he decided to change the subject. “Head still aching?”

“It’s not too bad. It’s like a more severe version of what happens when... Shit! You’ve got to be kidding me,” the human muttered, rolling his eyes.

“What?” Spike demanded. Jolt must have fried the pup’s brain. He was making even less sense than usual.

“I’m pretty sure I know why my faux-chip symptoms are making like the Energizer Bunny,” Xander grumbled morosely.

“What are you on about now?” Spike snorted. Maybe he should have to boy looked at. Clearly some sort of damage had been done.

“You know from the commercials, the pink bunny with the drum. It keeps going and going....” Xander retorted. The vampire was quite certain that the boy was passively mocking him.

“I know the sodding ads. Now tell me what the Bloody Hell you meant, Pet,” the vampire growled.

“That whole scene in the bathroom, did you have everything planned out? Did you have an entire punishment scenario planned out for me?” his Kitten blushed alluringly.

“What does that have to do with anything?” he snapped. Not like he was supposed to give his slave a program of the night’s activities.

“I think that’s why this is happening. I mean why I haven’t recovered yet. The headache, it’s familiar. It’s like an uber version of the little warning pulse that I get whenever I don’t obey you or do something that I know to be against your wishes,” the young man explained wearily.

“If you’d had these before, I think I would have noticed, Pet,” Spike scolded, arching an eyebrow. The mortal couldn’t have been in pain all this time without his noticing it.

“It’s not normally this bad, it’s just like a little warning poke in my head, as if the bond is trying to warn me to get back on track. I felt it when we saw Giles and when I was talking to Willow today. It not really painful, it’s just sort of uncomfortable, annoying I guess. The first couple of times it happened I didn’t even recognize it for what it was. I thought it was just anxiety. This is worse though, much much worse. I think it’s because this is the first time I’ve actively tried to fight you... your ownership. I broke the vows I made when I did the ritual and now the bond is punishing me. I think that if you do what you were originally planning on doing to me it’ll stop,” Xander explained hurriedly.

“Kitten, I was going to soap your mouth. You were just sick, you’re not it any shape for it now. I don’t fancy you vomiting all over me,” Spike scowled. He’d been looking forward to it to be honest. Not so much the act itself, but watching his Kitten’s reactions to it. Now though, he really didn’t think his boy had the fortitude to go through with the degradation he’d planned for him.

“Please, Master. I don’t know why, but somehow I’m positive that this is what we need to do for me to get better. Unless you want me to keep feeling like this,” his boy whispered pathetically. Clearly his pet was a manipulative little wanker. The young foreman did seem convinced though.

“Well of course I don’t want you staying like this. Not going to be a very good shag in this state, are you?” he huffed, still not entirely convinced that he should humour the boy. “All right, fine have it your way. Go to the loo and put yourself back into position.”

He watched his slave slide off the chesterfield and make his way shakily back to the washroom on his hands and knees. Rising, Spike quickly followed him into the room. Taking a deep breath, his boy knelt up, before lacing his fingers together behind his neck.

“You sure, Kitten? I could just put you to bed, you may well feel better by morning,” he offered, reaching to push the sink’s stopper into the drain.

“I’m sure,” his pet answered. Now that Xander was committed to this, he seemed almost serene. He actually looked better than he had only moments before. Maybe his boy was right. He could always stop things if it looked like the human was having an adverse reaction.

Nodding Spike started the water. Picking up the soap, he turned deliberately towards his waiting slave and carefully un-wrapped the pristine white bar. Xander swallowed visibly, but didn’t say anything. He let his free hand briefly comb through the boy’s hair, before reaching around to turn off the water. Picking up the clean washcloth, he submerged both it and the soap making of show of carefully soaking them, before meticulously lathering the fabric

“You certain, about this?” he asked, not sure why he felt compelled to give the boy one final chance to back out.

“Positive, Master. Please punish me,” his pet replied. It made the vampires mouth go just a little dry.

“Right then, open your mouth. Nice and wide,” he instructed, dropping the bar back into the water so it would soften. Using his free hand he cupped his boy’s face, tilting it up slightly before slowly tracing Xander’s soft lips with the foam-covered cloth. Taking his time, Spike slowly ran the soapy material inside the kneeling man’s lips. The boy scrunched his eyes just a bit, but otherwise didn’t move. Meticulously he traced the entire inside of the young man’s mouth, stopping occasionally to re-lather the small towel. Xander was grimacing, but it seemed to have more to do with the horrid taste than anything else. He didn’t really seem to be in pain any longer, so Spike kept going until the small towel had swept against the entire inside of the mortal’s mouth. His boy’s teeth, his gums, his tongue, the roof of his mouth, all had been scrubbed with the sudsy cloth, nothing had been spared. Little bits of foam were dribbling from his pet’s lips. Reaching back into the sink, Spike picked up the oozing soap and carefully wrapped it in the washcloth.

“Tastes nasty doesn’t it, Kitten? Next time you’re tempted to use that pretty mouth of yours for something you know is clearly forbidden, I want you to remember this moment. Using my property to disobey me, when you should be using those beautiful warm lips and wicked tongue of yours to please me,” the vampire reprimanded, shaking his head. “But we’re not quite done yet. You were a very bad boy, arguing with me instead of taking your medicine like we’d agreed. You’ve earned yourself extra punishment. Now while I’m disciplining you, you will hold this in your mouth,” he informed his slave indicating the small soap filled bundle in his hand. “Now if you drop it, luv, there will be consequences. If you fail to keep the soap in your mouth we’ll finish the punishment, and then we’ll come back in here and begin all over again until you can manage to do it correctly. Now hold it between your lips. Good Boy. Remember if you let it fall we start all over again.”

His pet wrinkled his nose, but aside from that showed no outward signs of distress. Spike hadn’t thought he’d be the least bit aroused by this, he’d just thought he’d enjoy watching his pet’s indignation once Xander found out what he’d planned for him, but Xander’s obedience despite his obvious distaste for the actual acts was going straight to his cock. “Come with me, Kitten,” he ordered. Xander unclasped his hand from behind his neck and quickly dropped onto all fours. Spike bitterly regretted not being able to keep him like that permanently, but the mortal’s fragile joints would never be able to take the strain over an extended period of time. It was a pity, because it was a bloody turn on seeing his beauty crawl for him so submissively.

“Stop, right here,” he ordered pointing to a spot on the floor. “Now I’m going to teach you something else to add to your repertoire. Get into the doggy position. That’s good, very pretty. Now I want you to lean forward, Kitten. Leave your arms apart, but drop your front half until your forearms are lying flat on the floor. Good, now touch your forehead to the ground and leave it there. Keep your legs as they are spread nice and wide, but point your knees in just a bit. Perfect. Now curve your back so that your bum is pushed out as high as possible. Beautiful, well done. This position is called Submission. Gives me a perfect view of all of your assets, Kitten.”

“Now that you’ve learned how to properly assume the Submission position we’re going to modify it to suit our purposes this evening. I want you to reach around with your hands and spread your cheeks even wider for me. Make sure I have a nice clear view of that tight little hole of yours.” He could almost feel the colour darkening his pet’s cheeks.

“Good boy,” he praised, bending to run a soothing hand up and down the human’s vulnerable back. “Now hold that pose.”

“Now, Kitten, I’m going to use my belt on you. I’m going to give you ten blows, not across your cheeks, but to the lovely tender flesh that you’re holding open for me. Don’t forget, Kitten, don’t let what I put in your mouth fall or you’ll get your ten smacks and then we’ll have to start all over again.”

He was deliberately noisy unbuckling his belt and pulling it out of the loops of his jeans. He carefully folded the black leather in two, then pulled it taut, snapping it before swishing it nosily through the air. The genuflecting mortal shivered ever so slightly at the noise. It was bloody pornographic seeing his Kitten so exposed. He took a moment just to admire the view, but quickly positioned himself behind his kneeling pet, turning to one side so he’d have ample room to work.

“All right, Kitten, get ready. One,” he counted out, bringing his arm straight back to give himself some momentum. His aim was true and the black leather landed on the boy’s exposed cleft with a crack. Xander let out a muffled squeal, but didn’t break position. He was skilled at this, years of practice playing games with his dark wicked rose allowed him to deftly control the belt. He swung underhanded giving him more control, careful to land his blows high right on his pet’s tender anus. He took his time counting out the swats, giving his Kitten time to absorb every kiss from his belt. By the time he was done his pretty was gasping softly.

“Good, Kitten. It’s almost over, you’ve pleased me a great deal,” he complimented. Now to see how well his slave had learned his lessons. “Attention,” he demanded simply, snapping his fingers to make sure he had his toy’s full focus. He tapped his foot impatiently waiting for his boy to catch on. Xander hesitated for a couple of seconds, but then his brain apparently placed the word into context and managed to kneel up and into position quickly, if a little gracelessly. Spike slowly walked around the boy, making a show of slowly inspecting his property.

“All right, follow me,” Spike finally ordered. Silently he led his boy to the wall opposite the breakfast counter.

“Attention,” he repeated, snapping his fingers. This time Xander didn’t hesitate, his transition from all fours wasn’t any more elegant than before, but that was something they could work on at a later time. “Well done,” he encouraged. Unable to resist, he reached down to abuse an exposed nipple. As much as he enjoyed fondling the boy there would be plenty of time for that later. The boy was making pitiable little gulping sounds. It would be cruel to prolong this too much.

“Scoot up until you’re almost against the wall. That’s fine. Now, Kitten, bend at the waist until your nose is touching the wall. Good, pet, very good. Now reach around part your cheeks and display yourself to me like you did before. That’s perfect. Now, I’m going to go into the kitchen and see about making you some light supper. I’d wager you’re not really in the mood for anything too rich right about now. I’m going to set the timer for 5 minutes. When it goes off I’ll come back, we’ll go to the loo and get rid of the soap. Now while you’re waiting I want you to think about why I just punished you, why you deserved it and what you’re going to do to avoid it in the future,” he commanded, petting Xander for a moment before turning and making his way into the actual kitchen. He picked the small egg timer from its perch on the stove and set it to the correct amount of time. He set it on the breakfast counter well within his pet’s hearing, its ticking echoed loudly through the apartment.

He could literally smell the humiliation coming off his boy in waves and beneath that, growing hints of arousal. His Kitten didn’t just enjoy the pain, he got off on being dominated. It was a heady experience having a former adversary submit to him so completely. Shaking his head, he set about, searching the cupboards and fridge for something to fix for the mortal. He’d been serious about that. The large meal he’d originally planned clearly would be too much for his boy now. Something easy to digest, then. Soup maybe? He rummaged around until he found a can of tomato soup. It was one of those cliché things that Americans were supposed to find comforting in this day and age wasn’t it?

He’d fished out a sauce pot from the cabinet next to the stove pot and just finished diluting the contents of the can of soup with the required amount of water when the shrill sound of the egg timer’s alarm filled the air. Setting his preparations aside he walked back across the room to his pet.

“Times up, Kitten. Off to the washroom,” he waved. His boy didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as they got within sight of the room Spike gave the attention command again, snapping his fingers and pointing to the floor in front of the sink. His pet wasted no time getting into position. “All right, luv, you can let it out now,” he gave his permission, holding his palm up just below the human’s mouth. Xander couldn’t spit the soggy soap filled cloth out fast enough. Bugger that was disgusting, though he’d wager it had been far more distasteful from Xander’s side. “Rinse your mouth and brush your teeth as many times as you need.”

He leaned casually against the wall watching the boy desperately try to wash out the foul taste. It was not an easy thing to do from ones knees, but the boy managed. Spike snickered when he heard a barely there yuck and then a gross escape the human’s lips.

“This was supposed to be unpleasant, Kitten. The entire point of punishment is to make you want to avoid it ever happening again. I’d imagine you wouldn’t particularly want a repeat of this,” he warned.

“No, Master,” his pet agreed, managing to sound only slightly disgruntled.

“How do you feel? Aside from making faces because of the taste, you seemed better after we started,” Spike mused.

“I feel much better, Master. Tired, but the headache is gone,” his boy mumbled.

“Come on, I want to settle you back onto the sofa,” he decided. He let the human, who admittedly seemed much steadier, make his own way to the living room this time. “Climb up and lay down on your back. Such a pretty Kitten. You sure you’re feeling well?”

“Yes, Master. I’m fine now. Aside from the aftertaste,” his boy grumbled the last part.

Spike, who was feeling indulgent, just snickered. “Good. We can get to the more pleasant aspects of our evening, then,” he grinned, letting his eyes linger over his prize. He idly caressed the boy’s nearest nipple, gently circling it with the pad of his finger. Xander hissed in a sharp breath. “Draw your knees up, no leave your feet flat on the sofa. That’s good. Now move your left leg so it’s against the back of the sofa. Yeah just like that. Now tilt your right leg until it’s laying flat against the cushions. That’s good, Kitten, beautiful. Such a pretty picture you make.” And the boy did, laying there with his legs splayed, completely exposed to his Master’s gaze. Only one thing left to complete the image.

He gave his boy’s now peaked nipple a couple of very light flicks with his nail, before reaching down and capturing his pet’s right wrist. He moved the boy’s hand between his wide spread legs. “Wank yourself,” he ordered simply.

“Yes, Master,” Xander gasped, closing his fist around his already half hard prick, his cheeks flushing brightly. Spike didn’t think he’d ever get tired of that.

“Slowly, Kitten. Yeah, luv, like that. Use firm leisurely strokes,” he purred, rubbing his knuckles against his pet’s cheek. “So gorgeous. Want you to keep looking so very shaggable for me. I’m going to go finish up in the kitchen now. I want to be able to see this lovely sight every time I look this way, understood?”

“Yes, Master,” Xander moaned in response.

Spike took his time fixing a tray for his pet. Hushed little moans and gasps drifted to him from the living room area as his boy continued to obediently masturbate for him. Every couple of minutes he’d find some reason to turn around and let his eyes linger on his boy for a few seconds. By the time Spike finished preparing the mortal’s food, the boy’s cock was hard and leaking.

Humming to himself he crossed the apartment. He rested the dinner tray on the small glass top coffee table and knelt down beside his slave. He just sat there and watched the boy for a couple of minutes. Xander’s thighs were quivering almost imperceptibly from the strain of holding his legs in position.

“So beautiful, Kitten, spread out, looking so debauched for me. Love seeing you like this aroused, desperate,” he teased, before bending down and gently nibbling on one of his pet’s sensitive nipples. His boy just whimpered in response. “Now it’s time for some dinner, though. I made you some soup and some toast, Pet.”

Xander, looked at him dejectedly, but finally nodded. “Yes, Master.”

Spike shook his head as the mortal moved to stop his lovely show. “No, Kitten. I never told you to stop.”

“But you said...” his boy spluttered.

“I said that it’s time to feed you, which I’m about to do, never said that it was time to stop. I like watching you like this. Besides you don’t need your hands for eating. Normally you’d be on your knees while I fed you anyway. We’re just doing something a little different today.”

“Yes... Master,” Xander swallowed.

“And, Kitten don’t you dare come without permission.”

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