Bargain 4
Xander fumbled with the lock to his front door. It was kind of hard to concentrate while bleach boy was grinding his hard–on into him. The vampire was insatiable. He´d just come in the car twenty minutes ago for goodness sake! He couldn´t believe the vampire had made him do that! Actually he could. The brunette, for his part, could not remember ever being so hard in his life.
Spike had been teasing him off and on since they´d left the crypt. Every time Xander´s erection had started to soften the slightest, the vampire had stroked and tormented him until he was painfully hard again. The young man jumped as the vampire squeezed his ass just as they entered the apartment.
The place looked exactly has it had when Xander had left it the previous morning. Somehow he had expected Spike´s ownership of it to change things. He turned, and his mouth stayed open in shock as the vampire waltzed into the apartment. He´s never invited the vampire here before.
"I don´t need to be invited into my own place, Kitten. This place became mine the second you completed the bond," the brit told him quietly.
"Oh," the mortal answered, feeling slightly dejected.
"You must be hungry, Kitten. Why don´t we go into the Kitchen and fix you something to eat?" the blond swiftly changed the subject as he set his worn duffel next to the door.
"I´m not really hungry, Master," Xander replied softly. His stomach was in knots.
"You need to eat. Need to keep up your strength. You´ll need all your energy later," the blond snickered, taking the other man´s hand and dragging him into the kitchen.
Quickly, the blond punk opened the refrigerator and started pulling things out handing them to the astonished mortal. The human watched dumbfounded as the vampire rummaged through his cupboards.
"Were do you keep the cutting boards?" the vampire asked, picking up a couple of knives and handing one to his companion.
"Um…there…over the stove," the dark haired construction worker answered. Spike just nodded, pulling a couple of practically new boards out of the cupboard above the stove and handing one to Xander. The board had practically never been used. Neither he nor Anya had really cooked.
"Cut up that onion," The vampire ordered. Okay, the young man thought, I can do that. Xander watched bewildered has the vampire prepared ingredients. How did Blondie know how to cook? He didn´t have to eat! Finally noticing that the human was basically useless in the kitchen, the vampire sent him to sit at the breakfast counter. He watched in amazement as the vampire actually made food out of the assorted stuff that had been lying around his refrigerator.
"Eat up, Kitten," the vampire ordered, setting a plate in front of the bewildered human.
Xander tentatively took a bite, quickly followed by another. This was one of the best omelets he´d ever tasted.
"Good?" the blond asked, quirking an eyebrow as the other man shoveled food into his mouth. The mortal had not realized just how hungry he had been until the fork had touched his lips. He nodded slightly.
"I´m glad you´re enjoying it, Kitten," his Master whispered, sliding his chair closer and reaching out to stroke his leg. The vampire continued doing so, inching his way up to towards the mortal´s groin, as the brunette tried to finish his dinner. Does he have to do that while I´m eating?
"Leave it. You can take care of it later. Show me the rest of the flat, " vampire instructed as Xander finished his unexpected meal.
"Yes, Master," the young man replied, visions of B horror movies flashing through his head. Leading the peroxide blond into the living room, he casually waved his arm. "This is the living room and dinning room. The first door down that hall to the left is the bathroom and the next one is a storage closet. The door on the right is the bedroom."
The bleached menace walked around, seemingly inspecting the place, before flopping down on the sofa in a lazy sprawl.
"It should do. Now I believe we have some business to take care of don´t we?" the blond asked, nonchalant. Shit. Xander had hoped that the vampire had forgotten his earlier threat of punishment.
"Yes, Master," he nodded miserably.
"Before we begin we´ll need to divest you of all those nasty clothes. Strip for me, Kitten," the vampire ordered, eyeing him hungrily. "No, I said strip," the vampire chided as he started unbuttoning his shirt. What the hell does the bleached freak mean? I am stripping! What does he want? To see me dance around the roo… Oh.
"Mas…" he began to protest, but he stopped mind stream at the chilly look Spike gave him. His face burning, he began grinding his hips to non–existent music. He studiously avoided looking at his owner as he ran his hands over his body. Spike was leering at him, crooking his finger and motioning him to make his way closer. The mortal danced awkwardly into the vampire´s grasp, unbuttoning his shirt has he went.
"Very pretty," the vampire cooed, putting his hands on the human´s waist. Clumsily, Xander towed his shoes and socks off. He kept on rolling his hips as he unzipped his pants, releasing his tortured cock. Cool hands glided down to cup his ass as he slid out of his jeans.
"That was very nice, Kitten, but it´s time for your punishment to begin. You were such a bad boy in the car. Lay yourself over my lap," the blond whispered seductively, reaching to help Xander do just that. The brunette felt incredibly clumsy as he positioned himself across the older creature´s lap. He tried to ignore very hard erection that was now pressed into the vampire´s black denim clad leg. He couldn´t believe that he just docilely laid himself across Fangless´ lap. Of course he supposed he, of all people, shouldn´t call the vampire that anymore, considering Spike had been munching on his neck the night before.
He shivered as he felt the blonde´s hand stroke his exposed bottom. He was nervous, not sure exactly how harsh the vampire was planning on being. When Anya and he had experimented with spanking before, he´d enjoyed doing it to her, but he´d been most turned on when she had spanked him. It mortified him to think that he might become even more aroused by the evil undead doing it to him, but he´d been tormented for so long now he was afraid of how he would react. Part of him hoped that Spike would just be out to hurt him, but so far, the vampire seemed to take a perverse pleasure in turning his former enemy into his sex toy.
"Are you ready for your spanking, Kitten?" the vampire asked, resting his hand on Xander´s unprotected rear–end.
"Yes, Master," he sighed, trying to relax despite himself.
"Good," the vampire replied bringing his hand loudly crashing down. His smacks were painful, but not overly harsh. His master spread the slap evenly over his cheeks, making sure to cover the entire area.
"Why are you being punished, Kitten?" the vampire asked as he administered a few hard slaps on the underside of each cheek, right on the sit spot.
"Cus I wouldn´t blow you," Xander muttered between clenched teeth.
"That´s right. Why would I punish you for that?" the blond demanded, never slowing the spanking.
"Because you told me to," Xander answered tightly.
"So. Why do you have to do what I tell you to?" Spike insisted, slapping his now burning cheeks with just a bit more force.
I won´t say it, Spike. No way, mister psychotic blond vampire man. Screw you. No, enough screwing has been going on, thank you. Shut up, brain.
"Answer me, Kitten," the vampire urged, continuing his assault on Xander´s throbbing ass when the mortal did not answer.
God, just stop it, you bleached–out leech. He´ll get bored with this eventually. Ouch. If the boss puts me on deskwork I am way past done for. Ouch.
"Because I belong to you," Xander half sobbed, forcing the words past his lips, no longer able to stand it.
"Who am I?" Spike repeated, punishing the mortal´s swelling bottom.
"My Master," the dark haired man cried in a hushed voice. His ass was starting hurt a lot.
"That´s right, Kitten. When I ask you to do something, I expect it done and without the fuss you gave me earlier today. Is that understood?" the blond scolded. "Yes, Master," Xander replied, hoping that Spike would stop soon.
"Apologize," Spike ordered.
"I´m…I´m sorry Master," the brunette gasped, tears forming in his eyes. He knew and really did not need reminding.
"Tell me you´re sorry you were a bad boy and that you´re sorry I had to punish your naughty little bum. Now," the Master vampire commanded.
"I´m sorry I was a bad boy, Master. I´m sorry you had to punish my naughty little bum." Xander choked out bitterly, the tears that were gathering finally falling. Xander supposed he had them coming after some of the derogatory things he´d said to the vampire since he´d been captured by the Initiative.
"Good boy," the vampire praised, slowing his spanks until they tapered down to nothing. He rubbed small, soothing circles over the small of Xander´s back. He slowly lifted the boy and deposited him back onto his lap in a sitting position. He wrapped his arms around the quietly crying mortal and shushed him until his tears stopped.
"I believed I also promised you something else, Kitten. I think it´s time we tried out the bed, don´t you? Go wait in there for me," the vampire whispered seductively, reaching to stroke Xander´s erection, which had never flagged during the whole process.
Xander got up almost mechanically. He paused, opening the bedroom door. It wasn´t his room anymore. Suddenly he almost wished Spike had forced him to live at the cemetery. Once they entered this room everything that had ever been his would belong to the vampire, though if he told himself the truth, he knew the contents of that room already belonged to Spike.
The bed he had shared with Anya was now the property of the neutered vampire. Spike was going to have sex with him – again – on that bed. They were going to lie on sheets where he´d cuddled close to Anya as they slept entwined in each other´s arms.
"What´s wrong, Kitten? Did you forget to make the bed," the immortal creature huskily murmured in his ear. The younger man nearly jumped out of his skin. Feeling cold lips graze the back of his neck, he silently he reached for the doorknob and pushed open the door.
He mindlessly let Spike steer him towards the bed. Tremors went through his body as the vampire caressed him. Spike mindful of his tender bottom had him lay down on his front. He stared off into the distance as the vampire stripped out of his clothes.
"Relax, Kitten your punishment is over. Spread your legs for me. Such a good boy," Spike praised as Xander dutifully obeyed.
Xander felt his Master´s hands caressing the inside of his thighs. He vampire reached under him, installing a pillow under his hips, and lifting his reddened bottom up. He heard Spike chuckle as he gasped, when the vampire parted his tender cheeks. He tried not to moan as the vamp teased his asshole. If he´d known having his butt played on would feel this good, he would have let Anya use her toys on him, as she had requested numerous times. He groaned, visions of his ex–fiancée fucking him with a strap–on flashing through his mind, just as Spike´s slicked finger entered him. The vampire wasted no time, quickly finding his prostate. He ground himself into the pillow desperate for some relief.
"Stop that, Kitten, or you won´t be allowed to come," the vampire warned. The vampire slid in two more fingers and Xander tried to stay still. He could feel his cock leaking. He gasped at the pain in his inflamed ass when Spike finally entered him. Each time Spike´s body thrust into him it felt like he was being spanked again. Of course each thrust was also accompanied by waves of pleasure as the vampire made sure to angle them just right. Xander wanted desperately to reach down and stroke himself, but he knew the vampire would punish him for even attempting that.
"Would my, Kitten, like to come? Would you like me to bring you off?" Spike teased, increasing the speed of his thrusts.
"Please, Master," Xander begged without shame. He was desperate for some relief.
"Just ask me nicely, Kitten, and I´ll do it, but you have to ask for what you want," Spike urged him. Bastard.
"Please, Master, touch me, please," Xander asked despairing.
" I am touching you, Kitten," the vampire taunted.
"Please, Master," he pleaded.
"Ask me for what you want," the blonde insisted, pumping into him fast and hard.
"Please touch my cock, Master. Please jerk me off," Xander begged. He almost cried again, this time with relief, as he felt his Master´s hand start to fist him.
"I´d love to, Kitten. Bugger! Your hot little bum feels so good against me. It´s so nice and warm. I´m going to spank you sometimes before I take you, Kitten, just so I can feel those hot cheeks against me," the vampire promised. The idea sent bolts of pleasure down to his traitorous cock. He would have come right then if Spike reached between them and gave his balls a good sharp tug. Oh no, the mortal thought, I´m not going to make it if he doesn´t let me come.
"You haven´t been given permission yet. If you ask me for permission I´ll give it, this time," the blonde promised, using his thumb to tease the very head of the human´s over–sensitized penis.
"Please, Master, let me come," he begged.
"Ask me for permission. Ask if you may," the vampire instructed.
"Please, Master, may I come. Please," Xander pleaded, conceding at this point, simply wanting to come.
"Good boy. Yes, Kitten, you may come," Spike told him, stroking him faster. The vampire´s other hand reached under him and gave his left nipple a good sharp twist. Tremors ran through Xander´s entire body as he came in big spurts all over Spike´s hand. Spike did not last very long after, kissing and nibbling at his throat before sliding his fangs into Xander´s neck and drinking. Xander was surprised when this time there was almost no pain. It had hurt so much last time. He was too tired now to ask why though. Spike pulled out of him carefully. The human went unresisting into his master´s arms and was nestled against him, as the vampire pulled the covers over them before they both fell asleep.
