Test Drive 2 - The Merchandise
Spike watched the humans walk around him, chattering and laughing easily. It was wrong. They should cower in fear, run from the monsters, not pet them and prod them like prize horses. Spike had managed to avoid capture for years. He´d hidden in the shadows, choosing his victims carefully, avoiding humans as much as he could.
Even the biggest of the bads had one bad day though, and the previous week it had been him. He´d picked the wrong person, been zapped, chipped and brought to the market to watch the happy meals play at being the masters. He´d tried to escape many times during the past week but with the chip in his head he´d been too easy to overpower.
He saw one of the humans reach out to touch him.
"Get your hands off me you wanker." He growled.
The human took a step back and Finn stepped up to put Spike in his place. As if Spike would ever pay attention to what that spineless idiot thought. Finn only dealt with chipped "hostiles,´ the cowardly bastard. Give him five minutes with a free vampire and he´d be screaming like the nancy boy he was, Spike thought, glaring at him.
"He´s beautiful. I want to buy a new pet. He´ll be a fun choice. Is he available for a test drive?"
Fun choice? He was a fun choice? He was William the Bloody, member of the Scourge of Europe and Slayer of Slayers and the little human boy thought he was a fun choice?!
"Sir I feel I should warn you, he is not tamed, it may be dangerous."
Well good. At least Captain Cardboard thought he was somewhat dangerous. Spineless git.
Too busy glaring at Finn, Spike didn´t notice the bruisers behind him. Before he knew what was happening he was grabbed and dragged away. He growled and tried to kick them away, swearing and screaming at them but the pain from the chip made all his efforts useless. The bruisers pushed him into a room and held him down, stabbing him with a syringe of something. Just as Spike realized what they were trying to do, the world went dark.
An hour later, he was brought back to consciousness by the out–of–place sound of a cat mewing and snarling at something. He opened his eyes, confused for a moment as to his surroundings. He wasn´t sure what had happened until he tried to move and realized that he was naked and chained, spread–eagled, on a cast–iron bed.
He snarled and struggled to break the cuffs, ignoring the presence he felt entering the room until a voice drew his attention.
"You know you can´t get out of those. I´m Xander by the way."
Spike stopped moving and glared at Xander. What kind of name was Xander anyway?
"What exactly do you want from me?" He growled.
Xander smiled and started to unbutton his shirt.
"Want you to be my pet."
The fuck? Humans were supposed to be vampires´ pets not the other way round! The whole situation was unnatural. Bloody hell, was nothing sacred anymore?!
"No." He snapped, glaring at Xander.
"Not like you have any choice on the matter. Your owner said you haven´t been used yet so I can´t fuck you, but I can do pretty much anything else."
Spike pulled against the cuffs one more time, hoping against hope that they would break. A very naked Xander climbed on the bed and straddled him, settling back to sit on his thighs.
The seriousness of his situation dawned on Spike. He was bound and chipped, unable to defend himself. He, a master vampire and all around Big Bad was at the mercy of one whelp of a human. The only reason he wasn´t being fucked right now was that the humans had rules about that.
"Get off me." He growled, unwilling to show any weakness.
"Know what I´d love to do? I´d love to shuffle forward and just push my cock in your mouth. Fuck, just saying the words makes me hard. Seeing that pretty pink mouth stretch around me...God I want to do that."
Xander´s voice was husky with arousal and his hands were soft as they moved and caressed Spike´s skin. Spike closed his eyes, telling his body not to react. It´d been so long since he had physical contact with anyone other than a victim and Xander was so fucking warm...
"Of course, I´m not crazy enough to actually do it. I´d like to keep my cock whole and attached and I don´t think the pain from the chip will stop you biting it off."
Spike held himself still as Xander´s hands concentrated on his nipples, twisting and pinching and oh fuck that felt good. He pulled himself together enough to cover his reaction, snarling and snapping.
"Put anything of yours anywhere near my mouth and you´ll regret it you fucking git."
"You have a point."
He saw Xander reach out for something and growled angrily when he saw the tube drop next to him. A small part of him felt betrayed, as if he´d trusted Xander with his soft voice and his warm hands...
"You said you wouldn´t fuck me you lying piece of–"
He tried to protest, to scream accusations at Xander but before he could finish his sentence something was pushed into his mouth. A gag, he realized just in time to hear the snap of the fastening clicking in place.
He glowered at Xander, resentful of the amusement in his eyes.
"You know, you´re really limiting my test drive. I can´t fuck you, I can´t use that pretty mouth of yours...What else is a boy to do?" Xander sighed melodramatically and at that moment Spike really wanted to bite the bastard and suck him dry.
"I suppose I could enjoy you in other ways." He mused.
By the time the sentence was finished Spike was down to a constant growl, unable to express his anger any other way. Xander´s laughter only enraged Spike more. He was being laughed at by a human! A fucking human! He felt a warm tongue lap at his nipple and then teeth close around it. Spike felt himself growing hard in reaction, angry at everything now, including his own betraying body.
"You like this don´t you?" Xander asked, and turned to lavish the same attention to the other nipple. Spike tried not to moan, and held on to his anger, glaring at Xander when he finally lifted his head to look at him. "If looks could kill, huh? But there´s a pressure against my tummy that says you like this." Xander laughed and slithered down until he was sitting back on his knees between Spike´s legs.
"See?"
Warm pressure all the way up his cock that felt so good. "Wonder if it tastes as good as it looks..." Spike snapped his eyes towards Xander, seeing him lick at his finger, eyes closed and an expression of pure enjoyment on his face. Fuck, he looked hot. Spike tried to hide a moan at the image Xander made, kneeling in front of his cock, suckling on his own finger.
"Wonder if it tastes the same straight from the source."
Bloody hell, Xander was going to...Spike widened his eyes in shock, watching Xander swoop down, seeing but not believing until he felt that warm mouth surround his cock.
Fuck it felt good. Hot and wet and oh God the boy knew how to do this...his tongue was swirling around the head, dipping into the slit and oh yeah, that felt so damn good. Then a warm hand was wrapped around his cock and Spike watched Xander bob up and down, taking more and more of his cock inside that delicious mouth.
Spike realized he was breathing, and tried to hold back. He couldn´t show weakness, had to stay strong but oh fuck Xander´s mouth felt so good around his cock. He fought his body´s reactions until he could no longer stop himself, ready to come, wanting it so badly.
Just as he was about to give in, all sensation was removed. He glared accusingly at Xander, angry at being denied his release.
"What, did you forget who the master was? Don´t get to come till I tell you, Pet."
Pet. He´d actually forgotten his supposed role in all this. Xander´s pet. He growled, anger coming back in full force, fuelled by the frustration of having come so close to orgasm. He watched Xander reach for the lube and coat his fingers. What the hell was he up to? Spike was sure Xander wouldn´t fuck him, if nothing else, it would ruin the deal with Finn and he´d have to pay damages.
"You taste pretty good. Let´s see how you feel, huh?"
Feel? What? Xander was going to...The laughter only confirmed his suspicions. "Wanna watch?"
Xander turned his back to Spike, and shuffled upwards, sitting on his chest and affording him a great view. Spike watched incredulously as Xander slowly pushed one finger inside his hole. He bit back a moan, listening to Xander tell him how good it felt to stretch himself, how he couldn´t wait to have Spike´s cock stretching him. He felt his own cock grow impossibly hard, and couldn´t stop a moan when he felt Xander´s tongue lick him from the base all the way to the crown.
Spike watched hungrily as Xander pulled his fingers out and swung around, lowering himself on Spike´s cock. Spike closed his eyes, hardly able to stand the tight heat wrapping around his cock.
He closed his eyes, trying to keep some control, Xander was so. Damn .hot.
"Have to know who the master is, Spike. Open your eyes." Xander ordered and despite his best intentions Spike´s eyes snapped open. He covered his obedience by glaring but Xander chose that moment to tighten his muscles, clenching around Spike´s cock and fuck that felt so good.
"Keep looking at me Spike. See me fuck myself on you."
Spike didn´t even think about moving his eyes away. Seeing Xander move against him, feeling his cock slamming into that tight ass after so much time alone, it felt too good to be true.
"That´s it, look at your master. Gonna have you. Buy you and keep you with me and just do this every. Single. Day."
Xander´s voice had dropped to a husky murmur and Spike loved the sound, he couldn´t stand the words but the sound...fuck the sound was driving him insane with want.
"Gonna fuck you and have you fuck me over and over again. Like you as you are, Spike, all fire and passion. The others, they like tame and obedient. Would break you right up, put you back together to be the perfect pet."
All Spike could hear was fire, passion, fucking over and over again, he moaned and tried to communicate his need for more but Xander kept going at a slow, steady pace, building up the need to come but never taking him there. Suddenly Xander was pressed against him, moaning against his ear. Spike couldn´t help a shiver at the sound. "Not me. I want you, angry and passionate. Gonna make you feel so fucking good, keep you until you like being here, with me. Until you can´t imagine living any other way."
No, no that was wrong. He wouldn´t be someone´s pet, especially not a human´s.
"Yes." Xander whispered in his ear. "And you´ll know. You´ll know that no matter how bad you think you have it with me, it could have been a hell of a lot worse with someone else. Because at least I make you hard."
Spike shook his head, trying to deny the truth, because even as Xander moved faster he knew he needed more, more of that heat, more of that mouth, more of this Xander human.
"I decide when it´s over Spike. And it won´t be over until you accept what I told you. Nod for me and you can come."
Spike gathered all his self–control, willing himself not to nod. He couldn´t give in so easily. Angelus always said that he was a slave to his body´s needs but to give in to a human so fast would be nothing short of total humiliation.
He felt Xander lean down again, shivered as Xander started whispering in his ear.
"Gonna keep you like this. Rent the room for days and just keep you shackled here. The merchant who made the cuffs, he said the mini–lathe works with exact measurements. Gonna measure your cock, Spike, have him make a metal cockring and snap it on, don´t have to worry about circulation with you do I? It´s going to be so tight around you, keep you hard until I choose to remove it." Spike tried not to moan at the images Xander´s words conjured. "Fuck yeah, I´ll fuck myself on you over and over again, come on your skin and just rub it in, tease you and lick you and bite you until all you can think about is coming." He felt Xander clench around him, felt the little movement of his hips and froze, willing himself not to nod. He needed to come so badly, needed to feel Xander come. He panted, trying to use breathing to keep himself under control.
Spike saw Xander reach for something and watched as he brought a blade to his arm and cut, blood trickling out of the wound. Spike hadn´t seen a human bleed in the month since he´d been captured and he stared, hypnotized, at the welling blood. He felt the gag get released and breathed through his mouth, tasting the scent of fresh human blood.
"Drink, Spike. Master´s blood, even after a month chipped, it must taste so good for you."
Suddenly the bleeding arm was in front of his mouth. Spike tried to resist but the need for the taste was too strong and he latched on the wound, drinking greedily.
"Only human blood you´ll ever taste Spike. Master´s blood. Your master. Just a nod, one little nod and you can have this practically every day and spare yourself weeks of agony. Nod for your master, pet."
Oh God, he couldn´t accept this, he couldn´t nod. But his cock was so hard and the blood was so delicious and Xander was so damn hot and tight...To have this every day...Angelus was right, Spike was a slave to his body´s desires and his body desired Xander.
Spike nodded.
"Good boy. My good boy." Xander praised and pushed his arm against Spike´s lips, tacit permission to keep sucking. "Feel so good around me, sucking me in."
Spike worried the wound with his tongue, trying to get as much as he could, tried to move his hips as much as he could, thrusting just as Xander slammed down. He was so close, needed to come so bad.
"Come for me, Spike."
The words, spoken in that husky tone he loved so much, pushed him over the edge. Seconds later he heard Xander scream out his name, felt him ripple around him.
"Oh I am so taking you home with me."
Spike closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax, wondering what the hell he´d just got
