Xanpet 4
I was bored. After several hours, a minion had brought me some kind of bland soup, bread and a pitcher of water, then spent a few minutes building up the fire. After that no one else had come into the room. I´d been kept here for hours. I had eaten then explored every inch of my prison. The only interesting piece of furniture was the locked armoire against the far wall. I hadn´t been able to open it. I noticed that all of the furniture in this sprawling chamber seemed to be antiques, in pristine condition. Two bookshelves rested against another wall, but they were empty. I sat down on the couch in front of the fire. Where the hell was Spike? I began pacing. I needed to piss and if someone didn´t come soon I´d be putting out the damn fire. I stopped pacing; it made my need to pee worse. I´d drunk almost the entire pitcher of water over the course of the past few hours. The pressure on my bladder steadily grew; I realized the lack of foresight on my part. That´s it! I stood up turning toward the crackling flames when it became unbearable. I was going to piss in the fire. The door flew open before I could let loose and Spike walked in, followed by two minions carrying food. He saw me standing in front of the fire. I didn´t wait for him to say anything. I grabbed my dick with my hand, to help prevent the flood.
"I need to pee!" I whimpered.
"Hold it," Spike pulled a minion aside and less than a minute later, I had a pot shoved into my hand. God! I didn´t even care. I turned away from Spike and the others, sighing with relief as a steady stream flooded the pot. The minion scowled as he took the full pot away from me. I turned back toward Spike who was directing the minions by the table. I walked to the bed and sat down, watching them. My stomach growled loudly, the food smelled really good. Within minutes, the minions had left and Spike was sitting at the table, in the same seat as last time. Once again he sipped from a blood filled glass.
"Where the hell have you been?" I asked. "I was here for hours, bored out of my mind."
Spike just looked at me. "Say please and I might tell you what I´ve been up to." Spike´s blue eyes twinkled at me.
Argh! I rolled my eyes at him. "Please, Spike," I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster, "tell me where the fuck you´ve been."
"Tsk, tsk, watch your language, Pet," Spike said with a shake of his head. "You did say ´please´ though, so I´ll tell you. I was sleeping. Could say, I´m not much of a morning person." He´d slept this morning, which meant it must be just after sunset now. How many days had I been here? Did Buffy know Spike had taken me? I looked up at him. Maybe I would do what he asked, just so I could get some answers. Plus, that food smelled really good. I´d burned off the tasteless soup I´d had hours ago. My stomach growled loudly, and Spike looked up at me. "Ready for some food and a story, Pet?" he asked.
"What do you want me to do," I replied.
Spike stared at me for several minutes. I flushed under his scrutiny but refused to drop my gaze. "Clasp your hands behind your head, Pet," he said, turning his chair to face me. Spike lounged back in his seat as he finished his instructions. "Then walk over here nice and slow like. Stand in front of me until I give you permission to sit. Simple really." He shrugged.
I looked in Spike´s eyes. The bastard was enjoying this way too much. I was mortified, but knew that I would do what he asked. I threw back the covers and said, "I´m going to have Buffy hold you down, while I drive a stake into your heart inch by inch." I stood clasping my hands behind my head. "Then I´m going to save your ashes and dance on them every day." I turned to walk to Spike. The blonde vampire was no longer in his chair instead he stood by the opened door. "Where are you going?" I cried out. "I was gonna do what you said!" Spike stalked over to stand in front of me. I dropped my hands to my sides, sitting down heavily on the bed as he loomed over me. Spike´s blue eyes flickered gold, which was more intimidating than if he had just vamped out.
"You lost this chance when you threatened me," he said. "You´ll have another opportunity tomorrow." He strode toward the door.
"Hey, wait!" I shouted. "Spike!"
The vampire turned and faced me. "The boys will be by to clean you up and you´ll be fed. I suggest you bite your tongue the next time you´re tempted to make another smart–ass comment like that one." The door slammed shut and before I´d even had a thought, it opened again. Minions came in and took everything from the table. Damn it, it looked like I´d be eating soup again. Plus, he´d said the Stooges would be by to clean me up. Ugh! Been there, done that, not interested in a repeat performance.
Cold water splashed over my head. Sure enough, I´d been fed then left alone probably for several hours, but then Spike´s minions had come for me. I sat in the metal tub and was roughly scrubbed again. At least I knew what to expect this time as they jerked me to my knees, pulling my ass into position. I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for what I knew would come next. Nothing happened. I peeped an eye open and saw the three minions all kneeling beside the tub, their heads bowed toward their chests. What the? I sat back down in confusion.
My head shot around at the sound of a familiar voice, speaking with a heavy Irish accent. "So ye are William´s new pet." Oh my god!
"An–angel?" I sat back in shock at the sight of the broody vampire. Angel shot forward: grabbing my chin, he lifted my head to meet his eyes.
"I am Master Angelus, boy, and ye dinna ha´ me permission to speak!" He dropped my chin and looked at me. Oh my god! I shook in fear. He´s Angelus. Spike and Angelus. Angelus was the other powerful vampire Spike was working with. I looked up at the master vampire. He wore the same outdated clothes that Spike did. In fact, everyone I´d seen in this house seemed to be dressed from a different era. Another shiver of fear shook my frame. What was going on? I was scared of Spike, but Angelus terrified me.
"Stand up, boy," Angelus commanded. I looked up at him in shock, not moving. He leaned in close to my face. "I´ll not ask ye agin, boy." I scrambled to my feet at the implicit threat in those words. Angel prowled around the tub, staring at me. "Not bad," Angelus said, "but I´ve seen better. Ye certainly dinna know yer place as a Master´s pet." I yelped and jerked back as a cool hand touched my chest. "Come here." Angelus said, not moving his hand. I shook as I stepped forward into his touch again, my eyes downcast. My entire body blushed as he trailed that hand down my chest to gently cup my balls, lifting them to feel their weight. Oh god! Deadboy was soulless again and copping a feel. I needed to talk to Spike. No matter what he asked me to do this time, I would just do it. As long as it meant I would learn what was going on. Angelus released me and said something stiltedly to the minions. He didn´t speak their language nearly as well as Spike. He must have ordered them to continue cleaning me, because I was brought to my knees again and pushed to kneel on all fours. A minion grabbed my hips, tilting my bottom upward. I breathed a cry of relief when Angelus´ legs passed in front of my eyes as he left the room before the minions began their task. Then I was led back to my room, where I waited for Spike to show up. It would be a long wait, but at least they´d left me a piss pot this time.
I was sleeping when Spike came to the room. The soft sounds of the minions and the smell of food woke me up. I stretched as I sat up in bed then looked over at Spike. I remained silent while they worked. The table was set and the minions scurried out of the room, closing the door behind them. Spike sat back in his chair, facing me. His glass of blood sat on the table, untouched.
"So, Pet," Spike began, "how was your day today?"
I almost spit out a snide comment, only to bite my tongue. That´s how I got in trouble last time. "I met An–Angelus today," I stuttered.
"Ah yes, my Sire mentioned that he´d," Spike paused suggestively, "seen you."
I blushed.
"Surprised to see him here?" Spike asked.
"Yes." I looked at Spike desperately. "Can I... can I ask you a question?"
The vampire cocked his head at me thoughtfully. "Yes," Spike said, "but I´ll answer it only after you´ve done as I ask."
I looked into his cool blue eyes. No big, I already planned to do that. I needed answers and this was how I might get them. "Okay," I shrugged, waiting for him to tell me what to do.
"Apologize to me." Spike ordered. "I am a Master in this house, and you threatened my life. Approach me in any way you deem fit and beg for my forgiveness." My mouth dried out at his order, I don´t think I could have spoken even if I wanted to. It was a lucky thing, since hundreds of suitable comebacks flooded my brain, the first few of which Spike would probably have killed me outright for saying. Oh god, why couldn´t he ask me to wriggle over to him on my belly instead, there was no way I could do this.
"Pet?" One eyebrow arched up as Spike looked at me. I could say I was sorry but to beg him for it. I can do this, I tried to convince myself, just need to breathe again.
"What year is it?" I whispered so softly that I barely heard it, but Spike´s inhuman ears picked it up with no problem.
"Ah, I see you´ve finally been paying attention to what´s going on around you." Spike smiled at me. "I´ll answer your question, and more but only if you are suitably sorry will you earn my forgiveness." His voice grew cold, and I shivered. "I will not accept your apology if it is insincere." I wanted to succeed because I couldn´t begin to fathom what tomorrow´s challenge would be if I failed tonight.
"If I... could you... tell me what you want me to do," I dropped my head, then added, "please," as an afterthought. Spike just looked at me.
"Be repentant, Pet, that´s all I´m asking." He leaned back in his chair and waited. Tears of humiliation welled in my eyes as I threw back the covers and swung my legs out of the bed. I kept chanting ´I can do this´ in my head. I remembered what Spike had asked me to do twice before and clasped my hands behind my head as I stood up. I dropped my eyes to the floor as I turned toward Spike, standing naked across the room from him. Slow, I reminded myself, go slow.
"I´m sorry, Spike," I said hoarsely as tears burned at the back of my throat. I moved one small step forward. "I was wrong to speak to you like that." I clenched my jaw. "You´ve cared for me, and pro–protected me." I had gone several more paces before I sank to my knees. I´d never been so mortified in my life. I bit my lip blinking furiously to hold back my tears. Several drops escaped and splashed against my chest. I walked toward Spike on my knees, still keeping my hands behind my head. "I´m so sor–sorry that after all you´ve done for me, I made you angry." I stopped before Spike and stared at his leather boots. "Please, please forgive me." I choked out as I knelt naked and trembling before him. The vampire said nothing. I can´t possibly do this again, I thought, I just can´t. I stayed where I was and Spike stayed silent.
A few minutes later a finger tilted up my chin, but I still couldn´t look at Spike, and I kept my eyes closed. I gasped when cool lips pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"That was lovely, Pet." Spike said. "I forgive you." My eyes shot open at that and I stared into his calm blue gaze. "Never piss me off like that again. Now, stand up," Spike said, rising from his chair to stand behind me. I stood up, bringing my arms down to my sides. "Arms up where they were," he said. I bit the inside of my cheek. I could taste the copper tang of my blood as I clasped my hands together behind my head once more. I started when I felt Spike press his chest against my back. One cool hand curved around my bare hip while his other hand tickled the hairs at my navel.
"The year, Pet," Spike drawled near to my ear, "is 1889." I jumped in surprise. I didn´t know if it was from what he had said, or the fact that he was now tugging his way down the trail of hairs from my navel to my dick. Both, I decided. "And in this time and in this place," Spike said as he petted the coarse black hair circling the base of my cock, "you are mine, the Pet of a Master Vampire."
