Once Bitten, Twice Shy 1 – 6
(~)at the start and finish of sentences mean that spike is thinking to himself.
Looking at the bleached one again trying to work out the washing machine knobs, I wonder whatever possessed me that night to claim him as my own. I still don´t even remotely like the prick.
Sure, he does give great blowjobs and I have really come to crave them. I think the fact that he is for one, a male and the fact that he is a male *vampire* at that is going to give me the ick factor for a long time in the future. Yesterday, I opened my eyes during the one that he was giving me infront of the t.v. to see him smiling around my cock that was in his mouth. It made me feel weird and a bit possessive of his talents at giving head.
Not even Anya made me feel possessive. I can´t understand what is making me feel that I have to look out for him yet not being able to like him at the same time. I would have thought that after a year of living together, I would have at least learn´t to like the arsehole. I think that maybe it´s a little bit of guilt on my part that I´ve got going now since he wrote me that if I had gone out straight away that night looking for him, I probably could have stopped most of what had happened to him. I don´t like to dwell on that fact for too long, it makes me feel angry and as Spike has come to know, me being angry is not a pretty sight.
Occassionaly in one of my worse tempers, I´ve slapped at him. He makes me so angry at times when he just won´t stop crying after I´ve told him to. I can´t help the urge to smack at the vampire for not doing what I´ve repeatedly asked him to do. I keep telling him that if only he would just shut the crying up, I wouldn´t be forced to smack at him.
He will probably learn in the future. The future, now that is a funny thing to think about. When the blonde first moved into the basement with me, I could´t wait for him to move out so that I could get my bed to myself again. I´ve grown so used to the cool body next to mine and the grasping smaller hand that latches onto mine during the night that signalls what is going to be a doozy of a nightmare for the other man. I just automatically reach my hand up and run it through his hair in a move that I know is soothing for him. I don´t think that I could sleep alone now. Even after I moved into an apartment, I just assumend that the blonde would be coming with me. I didn´t even think of asking him if he wanted to and the fact that he didn´t even try to argue with me made me feel good, it felt right to have him with me in the new place.
The scooby gang think that he sleeps on the second hand couch I have in the living room. None of the others even remotley know what our living arangements are like. They think that I am too soft hearted for my own good. I´m careful never to show the temper that´s getting worse to them, I just wait until I get back to the apartment and let it fly. True, it does scare Spike and thats part of what makes me angry, the way he cringes from me and cries.
I´m not my father, I´m not just going to belt the crap out of him for no reason. I´ve been having weird thoughts lately of what it would be like to take Spike from behind. At first it was freaking me out, I tried to stay away from the vampire for a few days, not letting him give me head but that ended up confusing and upsetting him. I don´t like to see him upset, it makes me feel weird and funny in the pit of my stomach. I like it when he smiles at me when I give some little thing that I pick up at shopping, thinking that he would like it.
I don´t like him. I shouldn´t feel like that but like these thought of screwing Spike, I can´t seem to help it.
Looking again at the blonde currently kicking at the stubborn machine, I get up and walk over to him. I lay a soothing hand on the soft hair and tell him not to worry and that I can do it myself. Watching him amble towards the bathroom to go and wash his dirty hands, I look at the way his arse moves in the tight confines of the black jeans I bought him a couple of weeks ago and think to myself yet again what it would be like to dive into the tightness between the well shaped buttocks.
Lovely little pat on the head that was, thanks mate! I think to myself as I walk to the bathroom to wash the grease off my hands.
If you someone had told me a year ago that I would be living in an apartment with the Harris whelp and be giving him daily blow jobs, I think that even with the chip in my head, I still would have figured a way of tearing their limbs off one by one. I can feel his eyes on my arse even as I pass out of his view and into the bathroom.
I don´t exactly know when it was that I decided that enough was enough and to just go with the flow. That first night in the basement when he shoved his cock down my throat and then patted at me as I cried was what I think sent me on the way to being a pet for the human. He was so nice to me the next day. He apologised for coming on my face. He apologised for his temper and for sending me into a flood of tears.
The whelp doesn´t know it but it wasn´t his temper that first time that sent me into hysterics, but the hissy fit I copped sure as hell didn´t help matters. I had started crying when the clock ticked over from 5.59 and into 6pm that Monday night. The boy had said that he would be home by 6pm and he wasn´t. All day I had been worried that something might have happened to him. I hate being alone. I hate not smelling another flesh scent. I hate not being able to see another figure from just about any where in a room. If I can´t see one, then just the knowledge that someone is nearby is sometimes enough. I think that´s why I stuck with Dru for so long. I´m terrified that one day I will be all alone. All my life I have made sure that someone is around me. I was frightened that the whelp had left me, that I would be alone once more. Stupid, I know, I was bloody well living in *his* basement.
Christ, I wish I had a fag. Funny, I haven´t had a smoke since the night of the crypt. Just makes me sick to think of the taste of those things. Still want one though, still want the comfort that they used to offer. Turns out the chip had been damaged more than the Watcher had first thought. It had become pretty obvious that it had damaged my speech centre, as the blonde binty witch had said. Ooohhh yes, all the others had agreed. I had sat there as far away from Cornfed as I could in old Stuffy´s house. Not being able to say anything apart from these pathetic grunts and squeals, I sat there and let them pretend that I couldn´t hear anything, let them just overlook my prescence as they had used to with the Harris whelp. Before I lost my speech, even though the boy was a part of the scooby gang, I had still ranked higher on the importance scale than himself.
It´s probably the fact that he now ranks over me in the pecking order that makes him able to show his emotions when we are the only two around. He has seen the way I look at Iowa. He see´s the nervousness that I try to hide whenever Slaggy brings her fucktoy around to the apartment. The first time that Riley had come over, I didn´t leave the bedroom until he had gone. The whelp had come in and just taken one look at me down on the floor and had sat beside me stroking my hair and holding me tight against his side. I was crying and he was telling me that I would probably be like that around most males for a long time considering what I had been through.
I would have laughed at him if I hadn´t been busy crying from the fact that one of my attackers had been in such close quarters to me again. I still haven´t told Xander who worked me over that night. He know´s what happened that night and for now it´s enough. I might tell him who in the future but for now I´m settling for not pissing off a Slayer with accusations about her boyfriend, I mean really, who are they going to believe. Me?, I don´t think that anyone is going to believe a demon who can´t talk and now thank´s to the sodding damaged chip in it´s head, still cries at the drop of a hat. The Watcher and the two witches think that the stupid thing must have shorted out my emotional area in my brain as well as the speech centre that they all like to go on about. I think some day´s they are right, some days all I seem to do is cry. Especially when Xander is in one of his moods. I keep trying to stop as he asks, but once I start, it is so hard to stop. Maybe one day I will learn how.
Looking down at my hands, I sigh and scrub harder the the grease marks all over them.
I´m just so sick of trying anymore. I can´t be bothered trying to be someone that I no longer can be. I can´t be the Big Bad anymore, I can´t be William the Bloody any more. All I am now is a pet to a human with a temper that is slowly growing out of control. Being a kept man isn´t as bad as I thought it would be. Yeah, I have been slapped around a few times by the boy and as humiliating as that is, he isn´t too bad. It´s only a few slaps here and there and although in all likelihood that it will get worse, I can´t bring myself to leave. Where would I go, what would I do for blood money. Who else is going to let me hold their hand at night when the nightmares threaten to overwhelm me?
I can sense the growing lust for my arse in the boy. I only have to bend over in front of the brunette some days now and I can smell the waft of desire float through the room. I suppose that I have been lucky so far that he hasn´t yet tried to go there. The routine of blowjobs being only in the morning and night changed when we moved to our current address. The first few weeks had been busy for the boy at work and so a few missed blow here and there and now it´s more or less whenever the whelp wants it. The only time that he actively stopped me from performing the task was a few weeks ago when I first noticed the the smell of arousal getting stronger and not from just blowing him. It was pretty much right after he had barged in one me in the shower. He copped a really good view as I had accidently torn the shower curtain and we hadn´t gotten around to getting a new one.
The next few days was full of him pushing me away whenever I approached him to give him a blow job. I usually didn´t wait for him to ask, I wasn´t about to let him force me again, so whenever I smell the arousal build, I go over to wherever he might be and kneel in front of him and just go for it. Sometimes he can get rough but he has only really forced me on two other occasions since that night in the basement. He confused me when he started to push me away from him. I knew that he smelt hornier that usual but I didn´t even think about the shower incident, later I put two and two together. But, at that time, all that was running through my head was that the boy was preparing to throw me out on my arse. I was upset because I knew I was giving great head and I was scared that I would be alone again.
The boy had claimed me as his that night and even though he isn´t a vampire, the claiming thing is something that Angelus and Darla had pretty much beaten the meaning into both Dru and me. For vampires, it meant that you belonged to your Sire as a Childe and not a minion. The whole difference between a Childe and a minion wasn´t due to the extra Sire blood that a Childe would eventually get, it was only down to the difference of being either pissed on or cum on at the time of turning. Pissed on, minion. Cum on, Childe.
The boy could have pissed on me. That really would have been the last straw for me. He didn´t though, he came on me instead, whore I may be but minion I will never be.
Turning off the tap, I replace the soap into it´s dish and dry my hands on the towel beside the ceramic basin.
Sniffing the air, I can smell the boy´s growing arousal. If only the witches knew how useful I still am.
"Christ! How long does it take to get just one shopping trolley?" muttered Xander under his breath. Tapping his foot in an annoyed manner, he waited for the vampire to return with the requested item. Seeing the vampire ambling towards him having picked what was quite possibly the squeakiest trolley the supermarket owned, he strode into the candy aisle.
"Important things first"
Grabbing numerous different chocolate bars and packets of chips, he walked towards the popcorn shelf. Waiting for the blonde to catch up to him, he looked at the selection in front of him. Knowing that the smaller man liked all kinds of the salty produce to float in his mug when watching a movie on t.v. or video, he threw his armload into the trolley as the demon made his choice. Once made, Xander strode ahead again and into the next most important aisle, the one containing the cereals and fruit juices.
Scanning the shelves full of boxes that promised to clear the bowel, reduce heart diseases and other wonderous things, he grabbed a large box of Cornflakes and after a moments hesitation, snatched up a smaller box of Weetbix. Walking further up the aisle, he looked for his favourite apple and cranberry juice. Seeing that it was on special, he lugged two down from the high shelf, placing them both in the bottom of the trolley behind him that was being pushed by a bored looking blonde. Walking up and down the numerous aisles in the large supermarket, grabbing at this and that with the trolley trailing behind him, the two men finished what had started out small and had ended up being large.
Paying the chirpy checkout chick on their register, Xander handed the car keys to the quiet male.
"Put these in the car please, I´ve forgotten something"
~ Sure pet, not a problem. Do you want me to blow you now? ~
Discreetly sniffing in the direction of the boy´s retreating back, the demon knew that it was going to be either that night or the following one, that the whelp was going to make a move on his arse. Knowing that there was no lube in the apartment, he guessed that was what the boy was going back for.
~Lucky me! At least I get lubed this time. At least it´s only going to be the one cock.~
Snorting to himself, he pushed the laden trolley back to where the rusting heap the boy´s uncle had sold him after having a D.U.I. finally stick to him, was parked. Thinking of the not so small size of the whelps cock, he could feel his stomach start to swirl at the thought of someone breaching his arse once more. Reaching the car, he leaned the trolley against the rear bumper bar and slid the key into the bootlock. Twisting the key around in the rusty hole, he wrenched the boot lid up and leaned over the trolley to start placing the numerous bags into the deep trunk.
Hearing footsteps behind him, thinking it was the boy coming back, he sniffed at the air only to freeze halfway into putting the last plastic bag of groceries into the car.
"Well, well. If it isn´t the tame little vampire. Look Martinez, it´s our favourite hostile!"
Hearing the two males behind him laughing, Spike jerked his head upwards, hitting his scalp along the edge of the boot lid, in reaction to the hand that was currently feeling his buttocks. Not wanting to turn around, he knew that if he had still been human, he would have pissed himself in fright already. As it was, he could feel a major panic attack coming on. He, like Xander and his moods, didn´t have them very often. Usually when he was forced to go out by himself. He didn´t mind if it was close to the apartment but any further than the little park at the end of the street and he had minor panic attacks.
Starting to pant, he could feel the tears starting to well up behind his tightly shut eyes.
"Mmmm, been thinking of getting Riley to invite that Harris kid over one night, you know, make friends. That sort of thing" came the deep voice.
"Yeah. That way, he would have to return the favour. Hear he has a nice little apartment. Should teach him how to get the best out certain blondes" the sniggering Corey said.
~ Go away, go away, go away ~
Chanting the words to himself as he panted harder, he could feel them edge closer towards him. With his hands knotted tightly in the white plastic between his fingers, he mentally pleaded for Xander to hurry up.
~ Xander, where are you? Please hurry up! ~
Hoping that the boy would come back quickly, he stood glued to the spot as one of the men ran his fingers down his black clad back.
"Wow, do you hear him panting? He sure does like it"
"Shit yeah, maybe he´s already putting out for Buffy´s little friend."
Hearing them snickering behind him, Spike could smell the emerging arousal from one of the men, smelling it get a little heavier.
~ Xan, pet, where are you. I need you, please ~
Getting desperate for the boy to return to the car, he breathed a sigh of relief when after a hard grab to his arse, he heard them walk away muttering about how funny Riley and the others would find it to be. It wasn´t as if he hadn´t seen them after the attack.
When going shopping at the Mall with Xander and occasionally the witches, he had seen them, either in a large group or in pairs and singly. The worst they had been able to do in the public place was to blow kisses and wolf whistle in his direction. The witches had giggled, thinking that the whistle´s had been directed at them. Spike had looked around at who had uttered the sound only to see the pointed finger of Graham in his direction to know that it had been directed at him. As a consequence. he rarely went out unless some one else was with him. The person he was most comfortable with was Xander. Whenever they went out, he could feel the possessiveness radiating off the boy. It made him feel safe, wanted even. Sometimes, it vaguely reminded him of his Sire.
Wiping at the stream of tears, he sniffed for the scent of the Iniative men, not smelling them anywhere near, he slammed the boot shut, jumping at the sound. Walking on almost numb legs, he dragged the trolley behind him towards the rack, placing it in the with the others. Almost running back to the car, he opened the passenger side door and slid into the seat. Looking around for the boy, he continued to pant in fright.
Seeing the vampire sitting in the car, Xander ran towards it. He hadn´t meant to take so long, just that there was so many new lubes on the market since he had bought any. He was going to to do what his cock had been wanting to do for over a month now, after catching Spike in the shower. He hadn´t been able to choose, he had also bought a packet of condoms, not knowing if you could catch things from vampires or not. Couldn´t hurt he thought to himself.
Reaching the car, he opened the drivers side and climbed in, throwing the bag on the floor at Spikes feet. Hearing the harsh panting and knowing that the vampire only did so when really distressed, he turned his head towards the sound only two see bright tear filled blue eyes look almost unseeing right back at him.
"Jesus Spike, what the hell is the problem now?"
Sounding harsher than he had meant to, he reached his hand out to the shaking shoulder and started to gently run his larger hand hand up and down the the upper arm of the sobbing male in the hopes of calming him down.
Feeling the shaking starting to slow down after a good ten minutes, he wondered what had happened to set the vampire off this time. The bleached blonde was pretty weepy after the attack but something serious must have happened to cause both the panting and the shaking. It was normally either one or the other, rarely both together. The only other time that he had seen Spike this bad was when Riley had come around for the first time to the new apartment. It had taken Xander ages to calm him down again. He had just put it down to the fact that Captain America was a male.
Spike, still dry heaving, reached into his jeans pocket, pulled out the little notebook that he kept on him always since Xander still hadn´t gotten around to teaching him sign language. Scrabbling around on the car floor near his feet, he grabbed at the pen he found. Flicking the pages to a fresh sheet, he scribbled in shaky writing that he wanted to tell Xander what happened in the crypt.
Looking at the hastily written sentences, Xander felt a flare of anger go through him as he thought of that night. Seeing the blonde cringe at the smell of his emotion, he patted calmingly at one black clad thigh. Turning his attention to starting the car, he indicated to turn out of his parking spot. Slowly driving out of the supermarket car park, he turned the rusty hulk towards his apartment. Once on the road, he glanced at the vampire panting slower beside him. Frowning at what the vampire could possibly tell him, after all he knew that the demon had been both beaten and raped, he wondered why it was now that the decision had been made to tell him in full what had happened.
Concentrating on the drive home, he let one hand rest on the cool thigh.
~Please believe me pet! Don´t laugh at me, I don´t think I could take it after tonight.~
After settling the nervously fiddling vampire on the couch in the living room, Xander raced outside to the car to get the groceries. Hefting them in both hands, he managed to nudge the boot lid half way down with his chin and then to close it shut with a straining hand. Walking back to the apartment, he was thankful to all the extra bulk and muscle that he had gained since he started in his current job of construction worker. Now being there over a year, he had bulked up to the point that he was wearing a shirt a whole size bigger than he had before and his stomach muscles looked quite decent next to the current Calvin Klein model.
Striding forward, his thoughts entirely on what the vampire could possibly tell him once he had calmed down completely, he smacked into the door frame leading into his apartment. Adjusting both himself and the bags in his hand, he headed straight for the little kitchenette. Quickly shoving the milk and frozen goods into their respective areas before he forgot about them, he left the rest of the items laying on the bench. Reaching into the cupboard, he grasped at two glasses. Walking towards the sink, he could hear the hiccups coming from the the couch as Spike tried to muffle the sounds coming from deep within his chest.
Watching the water fill the second glass, he turned off the water and headed back in the direction of the living room. Frowning, he handed the nearest glass to the vampire who grasped at it with a pale shaking hand. Noting to himself that most of the shaking was gone, he could still hear the quiet panting. Sitting beside the blonde, not quite touching thighs, he gestured for the telling to begin.
Looking closely at the person beside him start to fiddle with the pen clutched tightly in his other hand, Xander patted at the black covered shoulder, running one finger along the pale neck. Lightly caressing the cool expanse below the earlobe, he could see the fiddling start to slow down. With it still not completely halted, Xander asked.
"So?"
With a deep hiccup that he hoped was his last, Spike took a long sip of the cold water. Gulping it down in haste, he choked a bit and ran the back of his hand across his mouth to remove the excess moisture. Leaning down, he placed the water on the floor beside his feet.
~ Pet, I´m scared.~
Looking briefly at the brunette beside him, he dropped his eyes as the boy repeated the question. Sighing, he opened the spiral bound note book once more and wrote down four names and one question mark. Panting hard again, he handed the book to Xander and waited.
Silence.
"What the hell does that mean?"
~ Those bastards, their coming for me again,safe here, safe with you ~
Spike panting, pointed to the names and then pointed to himself making sure that the whelp followed his finger.
"So, you´re telling me that Riley, Graham, Corey, Martinez and a question mark did you over that night?"
Pant, nod, pant.
Gulping at the feel of his dry throat, Spike watched as the boy leapt to his feet and started pacing the room.
"Right, let me get this straight, Buffy´s *boyfriend*, a fellow scooby member and someone that I have had over here, and his army friends decided to fuck you over that night?"
Hiccup,nod,pant.
As the whelp turned towards him, fists clenched, his eyes rapidly turning from chocolate to pitch black, the demon felt his stomach drop at the scent of the billowing anger.
Stomping towards the pale blonde on the couch, Xander could see from the way he was being stared at, that the other man wasn´t lying.
"Probably to get back at you for the whole Adam fiasco right?"
Wincing at the calm tone that was underlined with menace, he clutched the pen tightly, snapping it, in reaction to the person stopping to stand a hands distance in front of him.
"Why tell me tonight, why not before?"
~ Because this is the first time they have touched me again. Hate them Pet, help me? ~
Scribbling again with the mangled pen in the pad he had retrieved from the floor where Xander had thrown it, he wrote the truth about the night in the crypt and also what had happened in the supermarket car park that night. Snatching the book from the trembling fingers, Xander scanned what was written.
"Fuck the bastards!"
~ Thank god, I think he believes me ~
Feeling himself go light headed as a flood of relief washed over him, the vampire watched nervously as the boy paced the room again.
"So! They touched what´s mine did they?, I don´t give a flying fuck what happened in the crypt, but you belong to me now and no–one touches you but me!"
~ Your´s Harris. Just keep me safe, please ~
Starting to cry hard as Xander suddenly shoved his face into his own pale one, Spike knew that the boy had just erupted into a major hissy fit and that his crying would more than likely only make it worse. Holding his hand across his mouth, trying to both muffle the sound and blink away the tears, Spike squealed as the boy roughly pulled at him.
Xander sitting back on the couch and manhandling the demon into his lap at the same time, placed the blonde head against his shoulder and patted the blonde hair as he made frustrated sounds of his own.
"Knew Farm Boy was too shiney and Captain America to be any good"
~ No shit Whelp! I learnt the hard way ~
Feeling the head cradled against his shoulder nod, Xander continued to stare at the blank wall in front of him. Those pricks, not just anyone had touched his property. It was true, he didn´t really give a shit about the crypt but Spike hadn´t belonged to him then and now that the vampire was in his care, that made him his property, claimed and all.
Rubbing his fingers along the lobe of the small cool ear, he told the smaller man that the soldiers would pay. If not soon, then one day in the future.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Spike felt a small glow of happiness as the boy´s rage calmed down and into the comfortable protectiveness that he had come to crave. Closing his eyes, he nestled closer into the heat being thrown off the younger man.
Hearing the panting stop, and the shaking subside, Xander looked down at the worn out blonde in his lap. Gently stroking the hair back from the sleeping mans face, he saw a cut running along the scalp, a cut he knew hadn´t been there that afternoon.
"Fuck them, they not only touch what is mine, they dare to hurt it as well!"
Seething once more, the boy sat for a long time, just staring at the wall in front of him, rocking the slumbering male in his arms gently. The bag left on the car floor, all but forgotten for the moment.
Xander rose carefully out of the warm bed, throwing back the new blankets only purchased the week before. Trying not the rouse the blonde next to him who was still out like a light, he stood and wondered if Barney would let him take a day off. He was still pissed off from last night but at least he could think a little clearer now. He didn´t really want to have a hissy fit at work and pretty much anything was going to set him off today.
Sighing, he padded with bare feet across the apartment towards the phone. Reaching underneath the beige object, he opened the little book and flicked the page to rest open at the letter B. Seeing only two phone numbers listed under that particular letter, he read the second number and then punched it into the phone. While waiting for the person on the other end pick up, he ran his hand through his thick hair in frustration at the thought of what to do.
He may now be the same size as that cornfed prick but he didn´t have the same hand to hand combat experience of the older man so that pretty much left out the direct attack route for the blonde soldier and his four arsehole friends as well.
"Going to have to be something else then!" thought a boy, disappointed that he didn´t have any soldier memories of garroting people after his second possession.
Hearing the phone pick up on the other end after numerous rings, he turned his attention into trying to get a day off from work.
"Mmmm, Barney, better be good?"
"Yeah....um, hi Barney. It´s Xander"
"Oh, shit,what time is it?"
Chuckling into the phone at the thought of waking the burly foreman from a deep sleep, he replied that it was time for the older man to be up anyway.
"Watch it Sonnyboy, what´s up?"
"Can´t come in today, something has cropped up"
Hearing the other man yawn into the phone, he waited for the next question to appear from the following coughing fit.
"Personal or are you sick?"
"Do I get paid if it´s personal?"
"I´ll put you down as sick, ok?"
Asserting his answer as a yes, Xander thanked the potbellied male and made promises to buy the first round of drinks next time that they went out after work for beers. Laughing again at the older man telling him that because he was the youngest, he would always buy the first round, he broke off the conversation with a promise to see the other man the next day.
Hearing a grunt from behind him, he put the receiver down the same time he felt his cock jump at the sound . Hearing another soft cough, he turned around to see the sleepy vampire sitting on the couch clad in only the black boxers that he favoured. Briefly wondering if he would be able to get the pale man into any other colour in the future, he leaned against the wall and waited for the demon to indicate at something or toddle back to bed.
Looking at the larger brunette standing by the phone, he wondered what was going to happen now that the boy knew the whole story about both the night at the crypt and the previous night. He had heard the conversation with the boys boss and that was what had made him get up. Having met the work mates on one occasion when he had had a major panic attack at the thought of Xander leaving him alone in the new apartment, the boy had finally given up trying to convince him that he would return and had dragged the vampire down to the car while shaking him and warning him to just sit there.
Doing as he had been asked, he was given free beer all night after being passed off as Xander´s not quite right cousin who was visiting. Spike hadn´t been happy at the thought of more people pitying him but he had been close to the brunette all night and that was what had mattered. Smirking to himself at the thought of all the beer he had drunk, his smile died just as fast it had appeared when the next memory was of the hissy fit and slapping he had received when he had tried to pull the same stunt after learning the whelp was going out with his work mates again. Sure, he hadn´t really been upset that time but he had thought it would be enough to fool the obviously not so fooled boy. Glancing up at the taller man looking at him, he rubbed at his pale stomach to indicate his hunger.
Nodding, Xander felt his own stomach grumble with a load roar at the thought of eggs and bacon. Usually weekend breakfast food, he thought that after last night they both deserved a little treat and it would be a good way to apologise to the blonde for making him cry. Asking the awakening vampire if he wanted both his usual blood as well as some bacon and eggs, he felt a little flutter of possessiveness at the small smile he received in return.
Following Xander into the kitchen, he perched himself on the formica bench and watched him as he rummaged through the bottom of the fridge. Grunting a yes to the mushroom and tomatoes being waved in his direction, licked his lips as he smelt the bacon being unwrapped. The yes and no had been worked out early in the living together. A high pitched grunt meant yes and a lower sounding grunt meant no. The two witches sometimes got them mixed up but on the whole they were pretty good. Giles and the other two blondes usually ignored him at all times, except for Rileys glaring when he thought no one was watching.
Hearing the hiss of the bacon as it hit the well heated frypan, he could feel himself begin to drool as the smell hit his sensitive nose. Watching the boy crack the eggs into a jug and pour in milk before fluffing the mixture with a fork, he smelt the bacon start to brown in the pan.
Setting down the jug containing the eggs and milk, Xander quickly relieved the pan of the numerous strips of bacon and lay them out on a plate. Handing one rasher to the vampire, he felt his dick harden at the sight of the pale fingers being slowly sucked into the cool mouth as the smaller man licked at the flavoured grease coating his fingers. Knowing the other man could smell him, he smiled widely as the demon leapt from his perch on the bench and padded across the floor towards him. Feeling his breathe quicken as the blonde knelt in front of him, he closed his eyes to the touch of a cool hand to his tenting boxers. As the cotton was pulled from his hips and down to his knees, he moaned at the little brushes of cool air the vampire blew over the weeping slit.
Placing his hands on the soft hair, he bit his bottom lip as the head of his cock was introduced to a cool mouth. He swore and thrust his hips upwards at the tentative tongue licking slowly around the swollen tip.
Spike let the head fall from his lips and slowly ran his tongue from tip to base in long sweeps, all along the shaft eliciting deep moans from the heavily breathing brunette. Taking the head deep inside his mouth once more, he braced himself with one arm wrapped around the lightly haired knee as he reached his other hand up to play with the boy´s sac. Swirling his tongue along the underside of the hot flesh, he relaxed his throat muscles and in one fast gulp, he took the shaft deep into his throat. Nestling his nose in the hair covering the whelp´ s groin, he felt the hands in his hair tighten as he made a swallowing motion with his throat muscles. Slowly rubbing and tugging the testicles in his occupied hand, he could smell the boy getting close as the minutes passed.
Listening to the moaning punctuated with cursing getting loader, he slid the cock out of his mouth and gently feathered his tongue around the rosy head. Letting the boy guide his cock back into his cool mouth, he started applying more pressure on the sac. Deepthroating the hard shaft once more, he gave the scrotum one last hard tug. Hearing Xander come with a roar, he swallowed the thick hot liquid as it poured down his throat. Feeling the hand release their hold on his hair, he licked the last of the cum off the boy´s cock.
"Damn! That was great!"
Xander helping the vampire from his knees, rested one hand on the cool buttocks as the blonde turned to walk back to the bench. Standing there in the kitchen, feeling the well shaped flesh covered by the black cotton, he took a step closer to the vampire and rested his chest against the cool back. Rubbing his spent cock against the material, he could feel the tension in the smaller mans body. Reaching one hand up to stroke the pale expanse of the demons nape, he slid one arm around the waist and held the male close to his own hot body.
"I´m going to do you tonight. I´m not going to hurt you like the others did. I want to claim you properly"
Nodding as he pressed back against the hot chest, savouring the heat of the younger man, Spike wondered if now was a good time to tell the boy that he had to first break the claim the soldiers has unwittingly forced upon him when they had pissed on him. No matter how many times the boy would fuck him, although he had been cum on by him, the soldiers claim on him would stand up first. It was just part of the reason he didn´t like to go out alone.
If the soldiers knew what pissing on him had meant to the vampire, they would pretty much have an on call whore. They would just have to click their fingers and he would jump to their command. He had been scared the night before that he wouldn´t have been able to resist if they had decided that they wanted to screw him again, partly because of the chip but mostly due to the piss claim.
~I´ll tell the whelp after breakfast. I hope he doesn´t kill me for keeping this from him ~
With the last of the pieces of cutlery in the dish drainer, Spike rinsed the remenants of blood out of his mug and placed it alongside the platic drainer. Wiping his hands on the teatowel Xander held out to him, he strode towards the bathroom with his mind on the subject of raising the claim issue with the boy. The whelp was still angry, he could smell the emotion in the air surrounding the tall brunette and had guessed that was pretty much the reason the younger mand hadn´t wanted to go to work.
~ Couldn´t have a hissy fit at work now could we! ~
Door closed, he grabbed a fresh towel from the dwindling stack in the cupboard, placing it over the shower rail making sure that it would hang out of the way of the water. Boxer´s landed a few inches short of the dirty linen basket. The water turned on, Spike climbed into the shower and groaned as the heat warmed his borrowed blood. Letting the warmth loosen his tensed muscles, he frowned at the thought of the whelps unusually thick cock entering him. It wasn´t the length that bothered him, it was the massive thickness. His Sire had been long and of a normal thickness but he had never seen or had such one like the boys before and he wasn´t even going to think of the crypt.
~Jesus, I´m such a woosy boy. I knew this day would come sooner or later ~
Once the shampoo was rinsed from his hair, grabbed the special conditioner that kept his hair from becoming brassy. Rubbing it through his hair, he waited for a few minutes before rinsing agian.
~ I´m gonna get a slapping! ~
He sang to himself. The whole claiming issue was tricky and he was sure that the whelp was going to go mental when he was told about what the soldiers had unknowingly done. It wasn´t as if he could ignore it, he figured that he was lucky that Riley hadn´t yet read the book Xander had so obviously read to know about the cum claim. He had told Xander everything about that night bar the pissing bit and he really had to tell him soon, like right after the shower soon.
Although the boy was visibly relaxed after the blowjob, he was still going to be narky all day. The only ways of releasing a claim that he knew of was to either kill the other claimnent and then fuck the adored in the old claiments ash, something he couldn´t see the boy going for or making the adored drink the blood of the old claimnent, relegating the old claiment as subserviant to the adored, breaking the claim. How it was going to work with humans, he didn´t know and the adored one could only drink the blood by biting. Only vampires did the claiming rituals as far as he knew, he didn´t know of such a case as his. He didn´t want to belong to the ex soldiers and he really didn´t want to belong to Xander either but seeing the boy was the lesser of two evils, he really didn´t have much choice.
~ I could always ask Peach´s for help? No fucking way, I´d rather belong to Harris for all of his short mortal life than ask the Wanky Souled One! ~
Maybe it would work out. Maybe it wouldn´t as he couldn´t bite and he was sure that the whelp wasn´t going to kill any of the soldiers especially Binty´s fucktoy.
Right, he thought with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked through the doorway followed by a billowing cloud of steam towards the couch the brunette was currently sitting on, waiting for him it looked like. Stomach clenching, he sat on the couch on the spot idicated by Xander´s patting hand.
~ Please don´t hurt me too much Pet, I´m sorry that I didn´t tell you the night that you *claimed* me in the basement, just didn´t think they would come for me again ~
A cum claim was strong but a first claim was still stronger whether it was piss or cum. His Sire´s cum claim, not having been renewed every five years as required after Angelus got his soul back, had run out. Every vampire who put such a claim into action never bothered about the five year requirment usually preffering to state claim every few months or so. Vampires were possessive about such things.
With that thought, Spike leaned down to pick up the small note book from off the floor and took the broken pen from Xander. Writing in short jerky sentences, he described what the soldiers had unwittingly done and also wrote the only two ways he knew of how to break it. Eyes closed, he handed the book to the smiling boy and waited for the enevitable explosion.
~ With luck, I shouldn´t get too much of a slapping ~
Silence
More waiting
More silence
After what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, he peeked at the boy sitting next to him. Xander just sat looking at him with an odd little half smile on his face and the blackest eyes Spike had ever seen since moving in with the whelp.
~ Ooops! Should have told him that night, I think I´m in for it now ~
"So! My claim on you is nothing until the other is gone?"
Whine, nod.
"Let´s see shall we? I either have to kill the arseholes and then fuck you or get you to bite them all, drink their blood which is somthing that you *can´t* do and then fuck you, this is correct is it not?"
Gulp, nod, whine
"Well then, what to do?"
With a low voice vibrating with menace, he didn´t know whether to slap at the vampire and then get the book from Giles´ place in which he had only quickly read about cum claim or get the book and then slap the vampire.
"You do know that I´m pissed off don´t you?"
Gasp, nod and yes grunt
"Good, just thought that I would let you know"
They both sat in silence.
SLAP!
The heat bloomed across the pale cheek.
~ Not going to cry, not going to cry ~ SMACK, SLAP,SLAP,SLAP
~ I´m sorry, I was frightened that this would happen, so stupid, stupid, not going to cry ~
PUNCH, SLAP, PUNCH, SMACK
~ Oooff, that hurt, should have just told him that night. Was getting hit anyway. Not going to cry ~
The slaps and alternate smacking and punching were landing on his body slowly, allowing each one to make it´s precense known seperate to all the other that came before and the ones to come after it. Turning his head away from the seething brunette, Spike sat there and let the blows redden his body while trying to blink away the tears.
~ Not going to cry, not going to cry ~
Xander was fuming. His mind was racing at the thought that those arseholes were able to make a claim on what was supposed to be his and his only. He had read about the claiming when bored at Giles´ one day. He must have missed the page mentioning the other type of claim. The irate male did however remember reading about the Sire/Childe thing and realising that Angel had lost his claim on Spike after five years of being gone which was why he had thought he had claimed the blonde as his own.
"You don´t go out unless it´s with me. Do I make myself clear?, not even down the park. You don´t leave the apartment for anything, not one thing!"
Spike, being shaken, nodded his head with his eyes averted from the boy, could feel the cage get tighter.
~ Yes, I want this fixed as much as you, trust me ~
His body hurting from the numerous blows, watched as the boy stomped towards the door and opened the door.
"Going to Giles´ place to get the book. Was going to get a video for us to watch, but I guess that can wait now, can´t it?"
Setting the lock so that it couldn´t be opened from within, he slammed the door and adjusted his collar to protect his neck from the cold air. He felt his car keys digging into his hip from their place in his jeans, wishing that he had put on warmer clothes as the vampire showered. With a shake of his head, he let the thought of going back for a jacket go, he knew that if he went back, he would just lay into the blonde again and his hands were hurting.
