Xanpet 6

Spike kept his word and gave me time. It didn´t matter. Three days had gone by but I still wasn´t used to the idea.

"I´m Spike´s Pet." I said it out loud. I said it silently. I sing sang it, "Xander´s Spike´s Pet."

The Pet of Spike. The Xanpet. I was Spike´s Pet. No matter how many ways I said it, or how many different ways of saying it I came up with, it wasn´t right. Spike´s Pet just didn´t have as nice a ring to it as, say, Slayerette, or Anya´s fiancé or even The Zeppo. No matter how many times I rolled the words over my tongue, it never sounded right. Spike came by to see me every night; he talked while I listened. I never knew what to say to him when he started up these conversations; I was afraid of insulting him. I learned that insulting Spike is a bad idea. Mostly, I sit here in silence eating while he talks.

Last night I somewhat truthfully told Spike that I didn´t think I´d ever get used to the idea of being his Pet. He didn´t say anything about it, but from the look on his face I think it upset him. I hurriedly said I needed more time to get used to the idea. Spike is the only person I know here, and I´d rather he still came to see me. Just as the thought crossed my mind the door of my room swung open and I jumped up from where I sat in front of the fireplace.

Larry, Curly and Moe growled their way into the room. I backed away from them. The Three Stooges had already been by for their daily visit. They shouldn´t be here. Especially holding manacles or chains of some sort. This was so not good.

"What? You losers lookin´ to peel off another layer of my skin?" I edged my way out from behind the couch, trying to gauge the distance to the door.

"No, Pet," Spike´s low voice purred out as he walked into the room, "they´re here to help me."

Relief flowed through me. Spike. The tension knotted in my muscles faded slightly.

"Uh, hey Spike." I said, still standing by the couch, the other vampires growled at my hesitant overture. "What´s with the low IQ crew?"

Spike just smiled and looked at me. "Well, that´s up to you, Pet," he said walking toward me. Spike leaned in close to my face forcing me to arch over the back of the couch.

"Are you gonna play nice," he said before vamping out with a growl, "or are you gonna fight?"

My heart pounded and I could feel sweat beading on my forehead. What the hell was Spike doing? The Stooges held the bonds out to Spike as if he already wanted them. Spike wanted to chain me up? Why?

"Umm, uh, wha–what happens if I fight?" I asked, trying to lean even further away from Spike over the back of the couch.

"Then the boys here lock you up," Spike said. I whimpered when Spike dropped his head, nuzzling the skin beneath my ear.

"Don´t you want to know what happens if you play nice," he said.

"What?" I breathed out.

Spike growled low in his throat. "I drink from you and make you mine."

I might not have run if Spike didn´t highlight his statement by scraping sharp fangs over the vein throbbing in my neck. I didn´t even bother trying to get by the Stooges, but dove for the bed. I regressed back to when I was six, covering my head in hopes that the monsters would go away. I heard Spike chuckle and then say something to the Stooges. What was he doing? I peeped out over the blankets and stared into Spike´s yellow eyes.

"GAH!" I rolled to the other side of the bed, how the hell did he move so quietly?

"Pet," I felt the bed shift as Spike sat down, "will you play nice?"

Argh! Spike would get his way eventually, but to just tilt my neck and offer up a vein, I couldn´t do it. I threw the covers off my head and turned on Spike. I glared into his eyes and said succinctly: "I am not your Pet."

Then pulled the covers back up over my head. Spike sighed and spoke again before leaving the bed. Too bad I didn´t pay more attention in French class. Who knew it would have come in handy? The blankets were tugged off of me. The minions came forward, the intent on their faces clear. I scooted back to the other side of the bed.

"No!" Shit, one of the minions simply grabbed an ankle and dragged me across the bed. I was pulled toward a corner of the room. "Gerroff!"

I tried to wrench myself free. "Spike!" I cried, "Why are you doing this! Please don´t do this!"

Spike lounged back against the wall, watching as I kicked and struggled, trying to prevent the inevitable. Spike walked over to where the minions were restraining me and looked into my angry eyes. I was pissed at Spike and scared of him at the same time. The minions had me shackled in just a couple of minutes. My wrists were strapped into lined leather cuffs, which were locked into chains that now hung from hooks in the ceiling. After spending so much time in this room, I couldn´t believe that I hadn´t noticed the hooks before. When I looked down, my ankles were similarly bound, except that these cuffs hooked directly to the floor. I was almost in a spread eagle position and couldn´t move my feet or my arms more than an inch in any direction. Spike narrowed his eyes at me as he walked forward. He lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"You were to be my Pet, mine." Spike circled my body. "What you said last night got me thinking. If you can´t imagine being my Pet, perhaps you would like to belong to someone else."

Oh, oh no. "Spike, no it´s not like..."

Spike cut me off. "If you don´t want to be gagged as well, I suggest you don´t speak."

I shut up.

"As I was saying, if you don´t want to be mine, who would you like to belong to?" Spike looked at me inquisitively.

"NO ONE!"

"You were warned, Pet." Spike snapped an order at one of the minions. A vamped–out fledge approached me with a leather bit gag.

"No! Spike, you asked me..."

Spike tsked at me. "It was a rhetorical question, Pet."

I clenched my jaw but it did no good; the large mouthpiece was forced in, stretching my lips wide –the straps were buckled behind my head. I worked my tongue furiously against the stiff leather trying to dislodge it. The gag didn´t budge and drool now trailed from the corners of my mouth.

Spike stepped close to me and tapped my gag. "I´ve decided we´ll see who you want to belong to, from the House of Aurelius."

Spike spoke to the minions and by the shocked look on their faces, whatever Spike asked of them was unusual. Curly shuffled toward me, reaching a hand out to touch. He looked at Spike, who nodded his approval. Oh god no! A cool hand slid down my chest. My heart pounded and I skittered back the whole inch my bonds would give me. He couldn´t mean to hand me over to one of these brutes. I wanted to yell to Spike. I get it now. I´m your... Pet. Fine, whatever, I´d be Spike´s anything before I gave myself over to a minion. A cool hand gripped my limp cock, squeezing the soft flesh, hurting me. The vampire leaned in and began sucking the pulse point at my neck. I angled my head to look at Spike begging him with my eyes. I whimpered and whined behind the gag, twisting my body toward him.

Take the gag off, Spike, and I´ll tell you. Please, I understand now, I am your Pet, Spike´s Pet, his and no one else´s. Spike stood in front of me after Curly stepped away. I whimpered and leaned towards him then grunted behind my gag. A thick finger tried to force it´s way into my dry anus. I clenched my buttocks against this invasion, but the minion laughed slapping my ass before forcefully pushing past the tight ring of muscle. My breath sounded harshly as I panted through my nostrils. Spike snapped his fingers at the last minion. I bowed my head. Tears dripped from my eyes as another set of cold hands began groping me. I realized now, what Spike was doing. He wanted to forcibly show me that my options were limited.

Either I accept Spike or he would hand me over to someone else. The minion moved away from me, and I could see the shiny black leather of Spike´s shoes. I looked up, my eyes darted behind him, expecting to see the minions, but they were gone. Spike´s hand curved around the side of my face. I rubbed my stubble–covered cheek against his palm; I whimpered and cried and mewled. I did everything I could think of, while being gagged, to let him know I would be his Pet. I could break Willow with one look from my sad puppy dog eyes, and I did my damnedest to give Spike that look one hundred fold.

"I think maybe you´re beginning to understand, Pet." Spike gave me a sad look. "We´re not done yet, though."

If it weren´t for the fact that I´d probably pass out trying to cry while gagged, I would´ve burst into sobs. Instead, I took deep shuddering breaths trying to control my fear and misery.

"Shhh, shhh, pretty Pet," Spike petted my hair, "you´re obviously not meant to belong to a minion."

I wholeheartedly agreed with Spike, but couldn´t say so.

"Hmm," he said walking around behind me, "perhaps then you should belong to a Master?"

Yes! I wanted to cry out. You, I belong to you.

"What do you think, Sire?" Spike purred. "Would you like to take my pretty Pet as your own?"

The fear I had experienced earlier was nothing compared to the terror that coursed through me at Spike´s softly spoken question. I futilely tugged at the chains holding my wrists desperately wishing I could free myself.

Angelus laughed, walking around to face me. "Childe, I dinna think yer Pet wants to be mine." Spike came and stood beside his Sire.

"It does seem that way, still..." Spike shrugged.

At that action Angelus came forward. Even though I was chained, I cringed away from his touch and he sharply slapped me across the face. "Dinna move away from me boy."

I trembled but otherwise remained still. Angelus scratched his hands down the length of my chest raising red welts. When he reached my groin one hand tugged harshly on my cock; the other gripped my balls painfully. "Decent size, eh William."

I breathed in short bursts of air, trying to ride out the pain.

"If you say so, Sire."

My balls and cock throbbed after Angelus released me. I tensed when his hands rubbed small circles over the smooth skin of my backside. I whimpered but stopped myself from pulling away. "Ye´ve got a pretty ass, boy."

He pulled my hips back; I shot wide eyes at Spike as Angelus ground his hard on against my soft bottom. Spike wasn´t even looking at us. Angelus leaned close to my ear and whispered: "If ye were mine, I´d ride you raw every day and make ye bleed on Sundays."

I struggled at that. I knew it was pointless, but I didn´t care. I had to let Spike know. Angelus chuckled heading over to Spike and together they walked toward the door.

"Well, Childe. I´ll take him if that´s what ye want but..."

The pulse pounding in my ears drowned Angelus´s voice out. I started at the sound of Spike´s voice in my ear. "Do you think you´ve learned yet, pretty Pet."

Spike´s fingers released the leather buckle at the back of my head; he slid the mouthpiece free. My jaw ached, and I moved it tenderly. Spike ducked under my arm to stand in front of me.

"Look at me," he said. I lifted my head and met his eyes. "Who do you belong to?" he asked.

I didn´t even have to think about this answer. "You," I said simply, any thought of denying him having been driven from me.

"Do you want to be my Pet?" he asked with a small smile.

"Ye–yes."

"That seemed a bit timid Pet. Try answering again."

"I want to be your Pet." My voice sounded distorted to me, my tongue swollen. Spike cocked his head, as if giving my answer some thought, then nodded. I went limp. He released my ankles from the leather cuffs, but didn´t unlock the bonds at my wrists. Spike rested his hands on my hips, his thumbs rubbed over my flesh.

"Let me, Pet?" He wanted to tuck his head into the groove of my neck and shoulder, but my restraints didn´t leave enough room. I dropped my ear to my other shoulder, implicitly giving him permission. Spike held me close, whispering into the crook of my neck.

"Shh, just relax. You´ve nothing to fear now. Don´t be afraid. You´re going to be my Pet. My pretty Pet."

My pounding heart began to slow and I was soothed by the sound of Spike´s voice, his gentle touch. Spike kept whispering nonsense to me; cool breath drifted across my neck as he spoke about his beautiful, brave Pet. A hand drifted across my chest, soft fleeting touches until he rested the pad of his thumb over a flat nipple.

"I wanted to be nice about this," Spike said. "I didn´t want to scare you, but you needed to learn." Spike nuzzled against my neck, I could feel rather than hear the purr emanating from him. "You needed to understand your place here, understand that this is your reality now."

Spike slowly caressed his thumb across my nipple. "You´re mine, my Pet."

My flesh beaded up under his cool touch. What was he doing to me? This was different from the clinical onslaught of the minions or the painful assault I had endured at the hands of Angelus. Spike touched me so lovingly. A few moments ago I had been drenched in fear, now Spike made me feel safe. Spike tightened his arm around my waist. I gasped, surprised to feel his erect penis digging into my hip. Spike leaned back and watched me through half–lidded eyes.

"Do you still want to be mine?" Blue eyes glittered, and stolen blood highlighted the sharp angles of Spike´s face.

"Yes," I whispered.

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