Part Seven

The vampire sat smiling as he watched his pet sleep for a while. His boy had obviously been worn out by their play. The brunette looked positively debauched laying there dozing on the rumpled 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, so 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.

Part Eight

The smell of breakfast cooking finally woke Xander late the next afternoon. He sat up groggily before realizing, bewildered, that the vampire had untied him while he slept. He could hear the most God-awful music coming from his kitchen.  He was fairly certain it was the Sex Pistols or some other long forgotten punk band.

The mortal stretched trying to work the kinks out of his shoulders. He felt tired and stiff all over. At least his butt had stopped throbbing. He blushed remembering everything that had happened the night before. He supposed he should get dressed and find his “master.” He still cringed every time he had to say that word.

The vampire, as far as he could tell, loved it. Though he supposed anyone would find it gratifying having someone cater to their every whim. He'd had the little harem slave fantasy himself, once or twice. He really didn't want to let the evil undead know that he was awake yet. Though he supposed Spike would get mad at him if he hid away in here, for say the rest of his life.

Sighing, Xander decided he had better get up. Just then, he noticed the supplies neatly stacked on the opposite corner of the bed. A crisp fluffy clean towel, scissors, some baby oil, one of Anya’s old cans of shaving cream and one of her razors, along with a note were piled there waiting for him.

“Breakfast will take a bit, shower then come and eat.

Don’t bother dressing.

Master S.

P.S. It’s easier if you trim the excess hair.

Then soften the hair with warm water before using the razor.

When you’re done, oil the entire area.

Oh, and, Kitten, I’ll know if you wank in the shower.”

The brunette gulped reading the note, surprised at how neat the blonde’s penmanship was. He’d known the vampire was serious, but with everything that had followed, Spike’s command in the shower had completely slipped his mind. Damn vampire. What could he possibly have to gain by this? Well except another way to completely humiliate his slave.

Knowing that if he didn’t comply his ass would be paying the price, the young man bitterly picked up the things the vampire had laid out for him. He made his way to the washroom and climbed into a steaming shower. He let the hot water soothe his aching muscles for a while. Finally realizing he couldn’t put it of any longer, he picked up the scissors.

He carefully started trimming the short wiry hair that covered his groin area. He stood dazed has he watched it disappear down the drain. Using the face cloth his master had provided, he moistened the area like an old fashioned barber before picking up the shaving cream. He remembered this stuff. He’d picked it up for Anya one day. She’d refused to use it since it was unscented. She’s made him go back out and get her this passion fruit scented stuff. He smiled in spite of himself at the memory.

He lathered himself up and picked up the razor. Though he’d used one since he was a teenager it felt incredibly awkward in his hand. Maybe it was because the handle was different than what he was used to. Maybe it was because it was pink?

It took him a long time to finish. A lot longer than he’d first thought it would. The vampire expected him to do this all the time? He couldn’t believe he’d just shaved his balls. Experimentally, he reached down and brushed the now smooth skin. It actually felt kinda nice. He could see why some people would want to do this, weird kinky sex people.

He wanted to stay in the shower a lot longer, but he knew Spike would be angry with him if he did, besides the water was getting cold. Turning off the water, he stepped out of the tub quickly drying himself off.

He picked up the bottle of generic baby oil and started slowly applying it to his testicles. He wasn’t sure how much the vampire wanted him to put on, but he didn’t stop until his genitals were glistening. Unfortunately caressing the slick liquid all over his privates made him excruciatingly hard again. Groaning, he made himself set most of the stuff he'd used in the shower for tomorrow, throwing the dirty linen in the hamper before nervously making his way to the kitchen.

He felt ridiculous parading around the place stark raving nude. At least he didn’t have to worry about giving a passerby a free show, since he knew the blinds would be closed so his Master wouldn’t spontaneously combust.

“There you are. I was starting to wonder. All done?” The vampire asked him as he made his way into the wonderful smelling kitchen. It smelled like… It smelled like bleach boy had been baking.  Vampires baked? Since when was Spike so domestic?

“Um… yeah,” Xander answered, knowing his face must be beat red. The vampire had that infuriating smirk on his face again.

“Well don’t just stand there, boy. Come over here,” the vampire grumbled in exasperation. The blond reached out and started fondling him as soon as he was within arms reach. Oh man! He couldn’t help himself, he whimpered pathetically. Spike just chuckled. Easy for Blondie to laugh, he got off ten times a day.

He was so damned horny. He’d had the most vivid sex dreams last night. He was lucky he hadn’t woken up all wet and sticky. Okay, thinking about the dreams was not going to help him here Of course trying not to think about it just made the entire orgy that had gone on in his head the night before flash before his eyes. He heard himself whimper in frustration again.

“You’re pretty when you blush, Kitten” the vampire teased, pinching his bottom. “Come and eat your brekkie,” he continued ushering the construction worker inside. Xander gasped when the vampire took a seat in front of the only plate, and then pulled the surprised human unto his lap.

The young man had thought he couldn’t possibly be more mortified than he already was; of course he was totally wrong. Here he was, perched on his master’s lap like a miniature poodle.

He opened his mouth mechanically when Spike tore off a piece of blueberry muffin and brought it to his lips. It tasted okay. This was the second day in a row the vampire had cooked for him. He supposed the vampire wanted to protect his property. A slave that starved or got sick wouldn’t be much fun for him would it?

“Are you hungry, Kitten?” the vampire asked, stroking his newly shaved flesh some more. God, he hated being called that, but apparently that was his new name now.

“Yes, Master,” he muttered, trying his best to keep his feelings out of his voice. By the look Spike gave him, he must not have succeeded.

“Problem, Kitten?” Spike inquired, feeding him another piece of muffin.

“No, Master,” he answered. What did the vampire want him to say? I’m having difficulty adjusting into my new role of sex toy… Master.

“That's good, Kitten, because we have some things to do today and it would be a shame if my having to take a strap to you for being surly got in the way,” the vampire warned, teasing his hard shaft with the hand that wasn’t busy feeding him a forkful of scrambled eggs.  

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be,” the brunette answered quietly. He was trying very hard to be obedient, like he’d pledged to be, but it was difficult. Every time he thought he’d come to terms with his new situation, the vamp would pull something completely out of left field and Xander would be lost and feeling overwhelmed again.

“I know, pet, that’s why I’m not going to make a big issue out of it. Now, thank me for being so patient,” the vampire instructed brokering no argument.

“Thank you, Master,” Xander forced himself to reply. He hated this worse than the sex. At least when Spike had fucked him so far, he'd always made sure it was enjoyable for him as well. But he hated this constant need that the undead creature seemed to have to degrade him or worse - force him to degrade himself.

“For what, Kitten?” the blond insisted, petting his thigh absently.

“Thank you for putting up with my pissy attitude, Master,” the dark haired man conceded. Was the stupid bloodsucker happy now?

Man, it felt so weird being seated on the much smaller man’s lap. Spike had him eating out of his hand, he realized as he took another swallow of eggs. He wanted to tell Captain Peroxide that he could feed himself, but some self-preserving part of his brain told him that was not a good idea.

“Apology accepted, but I expect you to be a very good boy today to make it up to me. We’ll be going out just as soon as the sun sets and I expect you to be on your best behavior. We need to do some shopping," the vampire informed him, stuffing a small piece of sausage into his mouth.

 Great, another shopping trip. How many sex toys could one vampire need? They hadn't even come close to using all the ones the blond had forced him to load up his charge card with. Hopefully, this was the promised trip to the supermarket. Hopefully, they wouldn't run into anyone that Xander had ever met, ever.

Spike finally grabbed him by the waist and slid him back onto his feet. Getting up himself, the vampire handed him the now empty plate.

"Go wash the dishes and tidy up in the kitchen, Kitten, then meet me in the bedroom," his master ordered, giving his penis one last stroke before walking away.

Once again, his master had left him with a raging hard-on. He didn't feel sexy walking around the kitchen, his erection bobbing in front of him. He felt ridiculous. He started filling the sink, wanting to get this over with. He'd always avoided housework. That had always been one of Anya's major complaints.

The human could hear the sounds of drawers and closet doors banging as he did the dishes. What was Spike doing in there? The mortal supposed he shouldn't worry about it since there really wasn't anything he could do to stop it. He was a little alarmed when he heard what sounded like fabric ripping, but forced himself to finish his assigned task. There was no use giving the blond extra excuses to torment him.

After he'd finished straightening the kitchen, the mortal made his way back to the bedroom. He gasped at the sight that greeted him. That bleached out bastard! How dare he? The vampire was in the process of shredding one of his favorite shirts to pieces. The brunette's eyes went to the growing pile of rags which had once been his wardrobe, at the vampire's feet. His fists clenched at his sides. The mortal actually had to bite his lip to prevent the string of profanities he had running through his brain from exploding out of his mouth.

Spike just kept on pulling things out of his closet. He pulled out a pair of blue jeans giving them a quick once over, before tossing them onto a smaller pile on the bed. Guess those things met Billy Idol's approval. Of course those things were deemed acceptable by the vamp, they were everything dark and tight the Slayerette owned.

"Finished, Kitten? Good. Go get some bags to put this rubbish in," the vampire commanded. Xander thought that there must be steam coming out of his ears. There must be, he didn't think he'd ever been this pissed off in his life. The vampire had to have discarded three quarters of his wardrobe.

He felt like an unwilling passenger in his own body, as he went back into the kitchen for a couple of large trash bags. He didn't know how he was going to survive this. He'd only belonged to Spike for two days and he already wanted to poison the blonde's blood supply.

When he saw Spike pull out one of the last shirts in his closet, he couldn't help himself.  

"No, not that one," he screamed, reaching to snatch the lime green shirt from the vampire. Spike just smirked, making a show of snatching each side of the fabric in order to rip it in two.

"Please don't, Master, please," he begged, knowing his pleas would probably fall on deaf ears. He realized he was shaking all over. He thought there was a real possibility he was going to be sick.

The vampire must have noticed, because he was next to Xander in moments. Silently he let Spike sit him on the bed. He felt like he was wrapped in cotton.

"Kitten?" his Master asked. Funny, the vampire sounded worried.

"Yes, Master?" he couldn't seem to make his mind work properly.

"This is a really ugly shirt," his Master commented. He supposed that was true. He'd kinda thought the same thing when he'd first seen it.

"Yes, Master," he agreed emotionlessly.

"I'm pretty sure it hasn't fit you for years, pet,” his Master added.

"It's not mine," Xander confided. He didn’t know why he was telling his Master these things.

"Whose is it?" his Master probed.

"Jesse's," he whispered. He hadn't said his name in a very long time. He'd forgotten that he had that old shirt. Jesse had left it at his house when he'd stayed over the weekend before he died. Even years after, Xander had never been able to bring himself to throw the hideous shirt away.

"He was my best friend," the brunette answered dully.

"Was?" his undead master questioned gently.

"He died," the Scooby answered.

"I'm sorry, Kitten. What happened?" his master asked carefully.

"I killed him."

Part Nine

Bloody Hell! The vampire thought. It looked like his boy was in some sort of state of mental shock. Killed his best friend? Bugger, he'd only intended to get rid of some of the boy's God-awful fashion disasters, not to send the boy into a fit. He awkwardly rubbed the boy's arm. The mortal's flesh was growing cold and clammy.

"What do you mean you killed him, Kitten? What happened?" the vampire asked, tossing the boy’s reasonable clothing from the bed. He then pulled the blankets over himself and his boy in an attempt to warm the mortal.

He'd been about to rip the sodding green shirt to shreds, and show the whelp who was boss. Then he'd heard the boy's heartbeat become perilously irregular and his breathing coming in ragged little bursts. He'd immediately understood that there was something seriously wrong with his boy.

"I didn't mean to," the boy pleaded. Spike didn't like the numb timber of the mortal's voice. Without thought, he pulled the mortal's warming body closer and let his boy take possession of the ugly piece of green cloth. The mortal unconsciously clutched the thing closer.

"Of course not, Kitten," he soothed, running his hand through the mortal's soft brown hair. "Tell me what happened, pet," he continued.

"I was holding the stake right over his heart. It was crazy; people were running and screaming everywhere. He told me how he felt powerful and connected to everything. This girl ran into us and then he was gone. Dust," the human murmured, his voice more filled with pain than Spike had ever heard it.

"One of your mates was a vampire, Kitten? How’d ‘dat happen?" the vampire wondered idly.

"Darla," his boy answered faintly. That bitch. She was always inadvertently buggering up his un-life. Feeds his sire a gypsy, kills and turns his boy's best mate into a minion. The vampire wished one of the trollop's idiotic ideas would bite her in the arse for once.

"You didn't mean it, pet," the blond tried to reassure the mortal in his arms.

"But we went there to stop the Harvest, to kill him. Giles he said it wasn't him. He said it was the thing that killed him," his mortal confided shakily. Obviously the whelp had been keeping this inside for quite a while.

"That's…" Spike began. If he told the mortal the truth, he'd have a slave loony enough to rival Dru on his hands. As fun as humiliating the mortal was, Spike had enough experience looking after Dru to realize that his boy would be more manageable sane than mad.

"A load of crap," the mortal finished, giving voice to his master's very thoughts.

"What makes you say that, Kitten?" the master vampire asked, surprised at his pet's perceptiveness. The brunet's voice was getting stronger, back to its usual timber. The dead tone that had worried the vampire was gone.

"Harmony, Angel, you…” the human answered, nervously fingering the lime green fabric he was clutching.

"Kitten, if you just compared me to the poof, I'm going to have the pleasure of spanking your bottom again," the blond vampire growled.

Spike relaxed a bit when he saw the corners of his boy's mouth curl just a bit into a timid smile. The mortal seemed to be regaining some of his color.

"No, Master, I just meant you and Deadboy are the first vampires I ever really got to know. It's usually just fight and stake. It's not like I've ever gotten to really learn anything personal about the average fledge. But you and Angel…well…I actually got to know stuff about you two…saw how human-like you two would sometimes react," the mortal stated, his voice sounded a little less shaky. Spike rubbed his hands up and down the mortal’s back, finally reaching down to cup the mortal's rear-end. The mortal squeaked.

"Well, the Poofter does have that pansy soul," Spike reminded his pet.

"Yeah, but even when he lost it he still did a lot of things that were Angel like. I mean his entire obsession with Buffy. Why would he care about her more than anybody else? Yeah, I know she's the slayer.

“You know, Buffy once told me that when Angelus first got turned, he killed his whole family. If who he was as mortal didn't matter, why would he go after them?" the mortal pondered.

"Actually, Kitten, he went after his whole village as I understood it, but I see the point you're trying to make," The blond vampire corrected, reaching to tease his boy's sensitive entrance.

"Well, I knew Harmony when she was still alive. Let me tell you, mortal Harmony is a lot like evil soulless Harm," the boy groused. The vampire chuckled at his pet's opinion of his vacuous ex.

"I'll take your word for that, Kitten. The truth is that who we were as mortals does define a big part of what a vampire becomes. When the soul leaves the body, the memories remain, as do a person's desires and their fears. What's different is there is no longer a conscience to answer to. There is no more regret. Ever thought that you just wanted to snap someone’s neck?" Spike asked. The boy nodded just laying quietly in his master's arms, occasionally giving small gasps as his anus was teased. "Well, Kitten, as a vampire, you would just rip that person’s throat out and feel no guilt over the action. It’s like being absolutely free."

“So, it was still him,” the human asked sadly.

“Part of him was still there, Kitten. His demon was given shape by what he was in life. His soul, his weakness, his conscience if you will, had left his body.

“He was able to do all the things he’d ever dreamed of doing in his deepest darkest fantasies. Human rules didn’t apply to him any longer. If he wanted something he could and would just take it,” the vampire explained.

“But…” his boy began, but then thought better of it and snapped his soft warms lips shut.

“But what, Kitten?” the vampire insisted, letting his finger play just inside the brunet’s hole without breeching the first sphincter.  His slave couldn’t help but squirm. While his skin had grown cold a little while before, it was now almost burning hot.

“Well, vampires like to hurt things, that’s not just the absence of a conscience is it? I mean, what if you were the kind of person who didn’t think about hurting people? Besides, vampires will hurt people they’ve never even met right?” his boy finally replied.

“Everyone has violent thoughts and impulses, not just vampires. Sides, we are demonic in nature, Kitten. Our demons like violence, they feed on it as much as on blood. Add to that that different emotions make the blood taste different,” Spike told his boy finally leaving his opening in peace, only to start caressing the newly shaved knackers. His slave didn’t try to flee his touch at all.

“Different?” his boy managed to choke out.

“Yeah, Kitten. When you’re afraid or in pain, the blood becomes sweet, when you’re aroused, it’s spicy,” the blond elaborated gently playing with the mortal’s balls. “You feel so nice now, Kitten, all velvety and smooth,” he added as his boy moaned softly. The mortal squirmed under his touch, whimpering in pleasure.

“Are you feeling better, Kitten?” He finally asked his boy as the brunet started to pant. His slave seemed to think it over, and then nodded slowly. He would have to talk to the mortal again about this when the emotions were not so close to the surface. He didn’t want the thing the mortal had just revealed to continue festering until they interfered with the vampire’ s plans for his boy again.

"Good. Wait here then. I’ll be right back,” the vampire ordered, giving Xander’s arse a quick slap as he got out of bed.

He darted into the loo and quickly found were his boy had stashed the baby oil. He quickly strolled back to his pet’s side, pulling the covers off the mortal’s nude body. He reached his hand out for the shirt the boy was still clutching. He almost reconsidered, considering how frightened the human looked.

“I just want to put it away, pet. So it won’t get dirty. You have my permission to keep this,” the vampire reassured the boy. I'm such a ponce!  No use doing something nasty that would shatter the mortal, not yet.

The boy looked so damned grateful, as he shakily handed the horrible material to his master.

“Thank you, Master” his boy said gratefully.

“I’m about to give you the chance to show me your gratitude,” the vampire replied with wicked grin. He folded the shirt carefully and set in on one of the closet shelves.

“What do you want me to do, Master?” The boy asked his face going a shade of pink the master vampire wasn’t sure he would ever tire of.

“I want you to caress yourself, to touch your body for me. Put on a show for me, Kitten. Tease yourself,” the blond replied, sitting next to his pet on the bed. “Use this. You can start where I stopped," he added, handing the mortal the bottle of oil.

Still red faced, the mortal obeyed after only the briefest hesitation, spreading the oil onto his right hand. He reached slowly between his legs, cupping his balls. Spike smiled when he saw the mortal’s other hand had reached up to fondle his sensitive tits. They were still a little bruised from yesterday’s play, but the mortal couldn’t help tweaking his nipples.

“You like having those played with don’t you? Did it excite you when I whipped your tits yesterday, pet?” the vampire whispered, hungrily gazing at his boy’s aroused form. He looked the mortal intently in the eye, silently warning him that he expected an answer.

“Yes, Master” the mortal finally gasped out.

“We’re going to pierce them someday, Kitten. They say that makes them even more sensitive,” Spike whispered seductively. His pet was moaning.

“Stroke your prick. I want to see you wank yourself,” the vampire ordered.  He smiled as the boy eagerly fisted his cock. The brunet was stunning like this, flushed with arousal and beautifully erect. He watched the boy like this for quite a bit.

“I’m going to order you to stop very soon, Kitten. I know, pet. I can smell your arousal. I know it will be hard, but you can do it for me. You can bear this. If you’re a very good boy I may give you some relief later tonight,” the vampire told him. He knew the mortal would soon be to the point of no return.

“Stop moving your fist, Kitten. Hold your shaft tightly,” Spike ordered. His pet whimpered in complaint, but obeyed. “Now run the pad of your thumb gently over the head of your cock in slow little circles. Very good.”

“Give me your other hand,” the blond commanded. He took the fingers of the offered hand and covered them in baby oil.

“Now use that other hand and finger-fuck yourself a bit,” he instructed his pet. His boy wouldn’t look at him but brought his knees up and slowly began circling his delicate little orifice with an oil-slicked finger. It wasn’t long before one of the fingers sank into the tight passage. His boy was moaning with need.

Spike couldn’t help it; he stroked his own hard-on through his tight black jeans. The smells coming from his slave were driving him to distraction. Every little groan and whimper of arousal coming from his slave was sending waves of pure pleasure to his cock. Spike undid the front of his jeans and gave himself a few hard strokes.

 Deciding there was no need to suffer when his pet’s sweet warm delicious mouth was empty, the blond moved, kneeling to straddle the mortal’s face. He positioned himself so he was still facing the lovely sight of the mortal slowly tormenting his own cock.

“I want your mouth, Kitten,” the master vampire informed his slave, slowly brushing his leaking organ against the boy’s soft lips. He was rewarded by a slow hesitant lick from his boy’s talented tongue. He growled in pleasure as the boy took the tip of his member into his mouth and started gently suckling it, all the while teasing the slit with his tongue.

He knelt; enjoying his boy’s gifted mouth. He watched the gorgeous display before him, watched his boy unable to stop squirming as his thumb lightly tortured his generously leaking cock. His boy was very close.

“Stop touching your penis, Kitten,” the vampire ordered. The mortal whined in protest, but released his throbbing flesh. The vampire, his own body burning with pleasure, managed to drag the boy's now free hand up to his nipples. The mortal needed no instruction to start caressing and pinching them again.

The vampire closed his eyes, taking great pleasure in the youth's efforts. Every time the boy moaned, he would send bloody lovely vibrations through the immortal blonde’s cock. Spike forced his eyes open and gazed down at the body laid out beneath him. Xander was squirming uncontrollably on the bed, still using his fingers to pleasure his snug passage. The mortal was suckling him more strongly as his own excitement grew.

The vampire shuddered as he came in the warm shelter of his boy's mouth. He reached down to fondly pet the brunet's sweat damp locks.

"You can stop now, Kitten," the vampire smiled. His boy was still gloriously erect. He climbed off the boy and laid next his suddenly stiff form.

"That was good, Kitten. I'm very pleased," the blond complemented, stroking the boy's cheek. Spike felt a twinge of bitter regret when the boy turned his head away. Sod it didn't matter what the stupid child thought now did it? The brunet's body was the vampire's to enjoy. What the boy thought was of absolutely no matter.

Bloody ungrateful little git, he had a good mind to show the little ponce how much worse his situation could be. He'd been understanding and he'd shown the patience of a saint. He hadn't even punished the boy for the way he'd yelled at his master.

All right, so it could be argued that the vampire had caused that little scene, but how was the blond supposed to have known that particular fashion disaster had sentimental value to the boy? His closet was full of that kind of geek wear.

He hadn't bloody well intended to get the mortal in that state. He'd just wanted to make the boy angry. The human had done an admirable job of keeping his gob shut in spite of Spike's best efforts to make him explode. It was bloody well frustrating.

When he'd seen the look on his pet's face, he'd stopped right away. What did the sodding boy want - an apology? Not likely. The boy had seemed happy enough while they'd been playing around. Spike hadn't heard him complaining then. Well the blond had, but it had been good complaining.  Why in Blazes was the boy being so pissy now?

"Thank you, Master," his pet replied very faintly, turning his head back towards the vampire. Spike jumped at the unexpected soft voice. He could have been knocked down with a feather when the boy shifted closer to him of his own volition.

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