Your fault... is not 7
"I can do this, I can do this. Oh who am I kidding? I so totally can´t do this, Spike," Xander complained. Spike turned and noticed that the boy´s interest had lagged quite a bit along with his tackle. Boy still made a nice sight kneeling in the middle of the room with his hands chained and resting in his lap, but the lust smell had been replaced with plain old humiliation. Spike enjoyed that scent well enough, but that combination of lust and need and denial had been a far more enjoyable odor.
"You bloody well can," Spike said as he allowed his fingers to comb through Xander´s curls, pulling small sections out from under the blindfold.
"Um, no. I really don´t think I can," Xander said with more desperation. "Feeling the need to run like hell here." Xander said, and to emphasize that, he started struggling his way to his feet. Spike put a hand on each shoulder and easily held Xander down until he stopped struggling and just breathed heavily as humiliation poured from him.
"Pet, hush, s´all right." Spike knelt down in front of Xander and pulled the blindfold up. They didn´t have much time, but he couldn´t take Xander out there like this either.
"Oh god, I am so going to get us both killed," wide brown eyes blinked at him.
"No, you´re not. I´ve never been as good at thrall as Dru, but if..."
"Oh hey, thrall would be nearly as good as drunk. I can do thrall," Xander nodded, and Spike found himself with a mouth full of justifications he didn´t need to use. That was a bit of a surprise.
"Right then, just relax and listen to my voice."
"Listen... I can listen. Not so good with the relaxing, but I can listen," Xander quickly agreed. Spike held up a finger and put it across Xander´s lips to keep him quiet. He had expected Xander to pull back from the commanding touch, but instead the boy just fell silent and breathed heavily through his nose.
"You´re going to be fine Xander. Ya know how much I want you, and that´s all that matters. Focus on me... my need. Feel how much I want you," Spike kept his eyes focused on Xander, but he reached down and caught the chain from the manacles, pulling Xander´s hands forward until Xander could feel Spike´s own bulge. "Only thing that matters is us. You´re goin´ to walk out there because I want ya to. You´re going to listen only to my voice."
Spike had never been gifted with thrall, but given someone who was drunk enough or susceptible enough or willing enough, he could do it in a pinch. Of course he´d tried it when he had been tied up in the boy´s basement with no effect at all, but now he could feel Xander´s twitching body relax as the eyes took on a slightly glazed expression. "Bloody beautiful boy," Spike whispered. "And you´re gonna show them that you´re my bloody beautiful boy, aren´t ya?" Spike asked. He could almost see Xander pulling himself back from the edge of submission to argue, so he kept talking in that low, soothing voice, not giving Xander a chance to argue.
"Yeah, ya are, pet. You´re my beautiful boy to take care of, and I´m goin´ to, too. Goin´ to make ya feel nice. You´ll be squirmin´ under me knowing that you´re mine and I´m goin´ to take care of ya the way I take care of all my possessions." Spike breathed a sigh as the glazed expression returned.
"You´re goin´ to do what I tell you. You´re goin´ to follow me because you know you´re safe as long as you´re with me." Spike could practically feel the thrall slip into place.
"You´re goin´ to sit at my feet not because I tell you to but because it makes ya happy to sit there. Ya love knowin´ how much I want ya when you go lookin´ all submissive for me," Spike was pushing farther than he had expected, but Xander´s glazed look just intensified, and the scent of lust nearly made Spike come in his jeans. Oh, the boy did have kinks, and given the opening into that mind, Spike decided that planting a few seeds might pay off in the long run.
"Goin´ ta be my boy, aren´t ya?" This time Spike stopped and allowed Xander to answer with a small nod. "Goin´ ta give yourself to me and beg me to take ya. You´ll follow my orders, pet," Spike reached over with a single finger and traced Xander´s features: his eyebrow and the curve of his nose, that upper lip and the strong jaw. Xander´s cock had grown hard again. "Close your eyes," Spike whispered. Xander´s eyes immediately closed, and Spike traced those lids before pulling the blindfold back down.
"What color is the place where you are now, Xander?" Spike asked softly. Dru had often tried to teach him to thrall, to send humans to a place in their own minds that altered reality. It just hadn´t ever worked this bloody well before.
"Yellow, like your eyes," Xander breathed out. Spike rubbed his thumb over Xander´s exposed nipple, and then groaned when Xander responded by rubbing Spike´s erection through his jeans.
"I want you to stay there until I tell you to come back, Xander," Spike ordered gently.
"Yes, Master," Xander answered in a voice that sounded half asleep. Spike felt his cock react to that term, and he slipped into game face. Reaching down, he took Xander´s chained hands out of his lap and put them back on Xander´s thighs before standing up. He needed to get control of his own body before going out to do the ceremony. Xander remained on his knees now smelling of lust as he bent his head submissively.
If the git was this susceptible to thrall, he really had no business fighting demons. Spike stood next to Xander as he heard footsteps in the hall. His hand was still in Xander´s hair, and now the boy leaned his weight into Spike´s leg. Spike felt a small twinge at thralling the boy so deeply, but given Spike´s questionable thrall skills, the boy had certainly allowed it. At least that would be his story when the Slayer and Watcher tried to stake him for thralling the boy. And Spike had to admit that he didn´t mind Xander Harris nearly as much once the git stopped hurling insults all the time.
The door scraped open and two Deevak demons stood in the open frame. "Peraed says it´s time," one gravelly voice announced. When Xander jerked slightly, Spike focused on massaging the boy´s temple.
"Shh, pet. Stay in your place," he said soothingly, and Xander´s weight immediately returned to Spike´s leg as the boy breathed out. "Good, boy," Spike offered as he stroked that thick hair for a moment. If the demons in the crowd were loud, the thrall was never going to hold. Spike wondered if there were any deities in the universe that listened to vampire prayers. Since he couldn´t come up with one, he slowly moved his leg, causing Xander to shift his weight to his own knees.
Spike nodded at the two Deevaks as he stepped forward and pulled lightly at the leash. Xander stumbled up, putting his hands out for balance, and Spike caught the hands in his own as he help the boy to his feet. Thralling obviously didn´t help his gracefulness, Spike thought as he tried to keep an eye on Xander as he walked the hall to the main gathering room.
Keeping his stride slow enough to not startle Xander out of the trance, Spike entered the huge gathering room. Normally the space was filled with tables, but those were gone, the chairs pushed to the edges and filled with more demons than Spike ever remembered seeing at Caabalis. There was a definite settling and shifting of bodies when he led Xander in, and he could feel the extra pressure on the leash almost immediately.
Spike stopped before the effects of the thrall were completely lost, and Xander slipped to his knees. Stepping to Xander´s side, he dropped a hand to Xander´s hair and pulled the boy into a lean.
"You´re fine, pet. My beautiful boy. Just stay in your place, pet," Spike soothed him as he returned to massaging Xander´s temple. He turned to speak to the Deevak demons while still using his calm, thrall voice. "Pull the sheets down, put the chains at the foot of the bed," Spike ordered. The demons went to follow his order.
"What are you doing here, pet? What are you supposed to focus on?" Spike asked, quickly amending the first questions for fear that in the boy´s susceptible state he might start babbling about the Slayer.
"Pleasing you, Master," Xander said, the half–asleep voice back. Spike knew that if he pulled the blindfold off now the boy´s eyes would be completely glazed over. Now that he was sure Xander wasn´t in danger of breaking the thrall, he walked steadily toward the huge bed in the middle of the room. The thick posts were carved dragons sitting one on top of another, each holding a ring in his mouth. The club had never been known for subtle, but this went into the land of truly hideous.
When Spike stopped, Xander slid to his knees. Even the sounds of Spike attaching chains to those embedded rings didn´t interrupt the scent of lust and need that now steadily leaked from the boy. Spike could practically tell which demons reacted to human scent by watching certain members of the audience shift uncomfortably as the smell of Xander´s lust drifted through the room.
"Up on the bed, pet," Spike ordered with a gentle tug on the leash. Xander used the edge of the bed to balance himself as he stood up and crawled up onto the bed awkwardly. Spike used only a few soft touches to guide Xander to the middle and then turn him onto his back. Xander shifted a little to the left as Spike pushed against his right hip. Then, without waiting for any order, Xander stretched out his arms above his head.
"Just movin´ ya down a bit pet, alright?" Spike said as he walked to the foot of the bed and grabbed Xander´s ankles. Xander just wiggled a little, his cock dropping a single pearl of precom onto his own stomach. Gripping Xander´s ankles, Spike pulled on them to slide him down on the silky, white sheets until his hands just touched the headboard without bending his elbows. Then Spike spread the boy´s legs before letting go. Xander lay there with his legs thrown wantonly open, just breathing heavily as Spike ran a hand up the hot leg to the crease where leg and hip met.
"Master," Xander said in a clearly complaining voice and wiggling when Spike´s hand stopped.
"Shh, pet," Spike said as he stood there. His demon demanded he either feed or claim. The body laid out before him didn´t have a place in his demon´s life, and Spike could feel a growing need to either put Xander into a place or destroy the source of the demon´s discomfort. No wonder he avoided shagging humans, at least when sober..... The demon just didn´t play well with food, so it was time to give Xander a new place in his demon´s life.
Spike took his hand off Xander´s thigh and picked up the end of one chain attached to the post. Judging the length, he attached the free end to the manacles so that Xander would have very little room to move his hands to the right. Spike circled the bed, attaching the chain from the other side so that Xander now couldn´t move his hands at all. The whole time, Xander lay there with his legs open, breathing heavily and making tiny movements that suggested that the boy wanted to get started. His hips would tilt, hinting at the boy´s desire to thrust. The legs would tighten and rock open a little before relaxing. The hands would curl into fists and then open again.
"Ya thinkin´ something nice?" Spike asked, ignoring the crowd as he trailed fingers down the center of Xander´s chest, stopping at the curled, coarse hair that surrounded the cock.
"Yes," Xander said slowly.
"Yes what?" Spike asked, pinching a nipple.
"Yes, Master," Xander amended himself with a hiss.
"Better, pet," Spike said as he rubbed the offended nipple. He pushed down his own need to bite. They needed to bond or at least start the bonding process and keep it going long enough to convince Peraed that the boy didn´t belong to the Slayer. It´d also be nice if he could get the boy worked up enough that the bite wasn´t painful. He didn´t really relish the idea of having the chip turn his brain inside out in the middle of Caabalis. Spike went to the end of the bed and stripped off his coat before picking up the ankle straps that lay at the end of the bed. "Right leg up, pet," Spike said, and Xander raised his right leg. Spike closed the leather over the ankle and quickly buckled it tight.
As he expected at this point, the smell of lust just increased. What he hadn´t expected was for the boy to continue holding his leg up when Spike released it. "Put it down, now," Spike ordered, and Xander lowered his right leg, leaving it just as obscenely spread as earlier. Spike rewarded his boy with a firm stroke up the thigh to that crease marking the inside of the hip. Xander pulled at the chains around his wrists and groaned as Spike stopped.
"Left leg up," Spike ordered, and the left leg lifted. Spike buckled the restraint around that leg and then gave a small push on the top of the shin. Xander lowered the leg. "Good, pet," Spike said as he rewarded Xander with a wet finger trailed across the skin of his inner thigh. Xander´s whole body shivered. Using two hooks, he attached a long rope to each cuffed ankle. As he walked to the bed´s head, he made sure to trail the rough fibers across Xander´s chest, and the boy shivered again. So easy to please.
Spike quickly slid the free end of each rope into a hook near the top of each post. Taking the ends in hand, he walked back to the foot of the bed and started pulling. As the ropes tightened, first Xander´s legs were pulled up and apart and then his butt came up off the bed, exposing him to everyone in the room. Spike quickly tied the ropes off at the ankle cuffs so Xander couldn´t move. He snagged pillows from a stack on the floor and began to use them to prop up Xander´s back so that his legs weren´t carrying all his weight.
"Who are you pet?" Spike asked, starting the ceremony as he unfastened his pants without removing them. He wasn´t about to give these demons any more of a peep show than they were already getting. By the time he had picked up the lube, he realized that Xander´s mouth was making a confused frown. Bloody hell. Boy couldn´t be stuck already.
"Your name, pet. What´s your name?" Spike amended the question.
"Alexander LaVelle Harris," he replied quickly.
"And who do you serve?" Spike crossed his fingers with one hand and reached down to stroke the boy´s perineum with the other. Hopefully he hadn´t thralled the boy so deeply that the idiot blurted out the truth.
"Master Spike, William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayers, line of Aurelius." Xander sighed as his muscles rippled with an attempt to writhe that he couldn´t complete bound as tightly as he was. Spike smiled at the use of his full title.
"Good boy," Spike rewarded him this time with a tickling touch that traveled up to the boy´s balls before he took them and rolled the heavy sacs in one hand. Xander´s mouth fell open as he made a strangled noise.
"And do you serve freely?" Spike asked as he moved his hand down and slipped inside his boy´s heat.
"Yes, Master," Xander practically yelped as Spike breached the muscular ring. Spike smiled as he worked the one finger out a few times before adding a second. He could tell from the jerky motions of the body bound below him that Xander needed more, but since traditional torture methods were right out with the chip, he moved slowly, avoiding the prostate as he opened his boy carefully. The jerky breaths of the body below him were nearly as good as real torture.
Spike moved onto the bed, settling himself between Xander´s stretched legs, and rearranging the pillows a bit so that he could carry some of Xander´s weight on his own knees.
"Do you pledge yourself to your Master?" Spike asked as he took his own erection in hand. The magics were now swirling around them like tiny threads making stinging little cuts into their skin.
"Yes, just... yes!" Xander said as he jerked at the chain. Then Xander threw his head to one side, exposing that neck, and Spike felt his demon take control as he slammed into Xander with one hard thrust. Xander made a strangled scream as he bent his head even farther to the side. Letting his weight fall on Xander´s bound body, Spike drove his fangs deep into that exposed curve, tasting the warmth of human arterial blood for the first time in months.
Spike arched his back and made a few small thrusts into that tight, hot space before he felt himself fall over into orgasm still buried in his boy at both ends. His boy. Spike smelled the body under him, and he purred at the scent of family. Spike slipped his fangs out and licked the deep scar, feeling Xander´s body sag in the aftermath of his own orgasm.
"Yes, really, quite an impressive show," Peraed´s voice broke into Spike awareness, and he growled loudly without moving off his boy.
"But perhaps we´ll leave you for a time," Peraed finished quickly as the voice faded away. Human blood, shagging, and intimidating Peraed all in one day, Spike was putting it down as one of his better days... not quite as good as taking out his first slayer, but close.
As the sounds of demons leaving tapered off, Spike pushed himself up to his knees and let his cock slip out of Xander´s heat. Reaching down to his boot, he grabbed a knife and cut the ropes that held his boy´s legs open so far. Xander´s body fell to the bed and the boy made a sighing sound.
"So, um, Spike?" Xander asked, still chained and blindfolded on the bed. Spike didn´t mind the look at all.
"Thought I told you to stay in your place."
"Thought we had finished. I´m feeling finished. I´m feeling very, very, finished," Xander answered. "And I´m feeling... okay, I´m different, but I can´t explain how."
"Bond took," Spike said as he lay next to that warm body that his demon now claimed as a part of himself. Spike could smell his own scent drifting just below the familiar smell of human musk and slight sweetness he always associated with Xander.
"Oh great. Now we just need to explain bonding to Buffy and Willow. And Giles. Oh shit, can I skip that part? He´ll polish his glasses down to nothing," Xander complained quietly.
"Yeah, that´s because I really didn´t want to talk to Giles about the gay thing, and then there was the sleeping with the evil dead thing, and I´m going to pretend you didn´t tell Angel all the things that I know you just loved to tell him. The universe just continues on its merry mission to humiliate Xander Harris."
"Oi, it´s not like it´s all about you now, is it?" Spike answered without turning around.
"No, some of it´s about how you got us in the mess in the first place," Xander complained as he stood in the doorway to the office, his arms crossed around his waist in a familiar gesture.
"Wait, that´s it? Where was the screw up?" Angel asked as he reviewed the ceremony. Spike had certainly asked the right questions, and the binding had been strict enough to symbolize the submission of the soul, otherwise the bond couldn´t have taken.
"Yeah, we found that part when we went back to the Watcher. Can´t get the bond to break now, can we?" Spike said with a grimace.
