Xanpet 7
Triumph flashed in Spike´s eyes at my softly spoken word. He unbuckled the cuffs around my wrists. I shivered. I never felt more naked than I did in that moment. Spike pulled my quivering form against his body.
"I´m going to drink from you now," he whispered against my hair, "going to mark you as mine," he said, running his hands down my back.
Was that a question? Was I supposed to answer him?
"Uh, all right." Spike lifted his head and a cool tongue lapped wetly at my neck. I tensed, waiting for the pain.
"Shh, shh, Pet." Spike whispered. He didn´t bite me. Instead he trailed small wet licks down my neck and across my chest. It was creepy. His tongue tasted my skin. I could feel the wet patches. Yet, there was no breath. No gusts of warm air caressed my newly dampened flesh, making me shiver. Spike´s tongue flicked over my left nipple.
I bit my lip and held back the moan that threatened to erupt at that sensation. My nipples had always been really sensitive. Spike didn´t stop. His hands were on my hips, squeezing the flesh rhythmically while his mouth teased the hardened nub. I could feel myself become slightly aroused. He bit down lightly, pinching the peaked bud between his teeth. I gasped. Spike pulled away from my nipple and whispered against my ear, "I think I found my spot."
His mouth trailed back down my chest. I barely had time to register what he´d said before sharp fangs pierced my skin. My hands tangled in Spike´s hair, tugging him away. "It hurts."
My arousal fled in the wake of this pain. Spike freed his teeth from my flesh, then sharply bit down at a different angle.
"Spike, stop!" I cried yanking on his hair. He pulled me closer, nearly lifting me off of my feet. I leaned back against the brace of his arms; the movement further exposed my chest to him. Spike lifted his head and buried sharp canines in me once more.
"Please!" I begged. He drank the blood that welled from the wounds. I could feel him almost gnawing at my flesh; the pain seemed to go on forever. How had Buffy endured it when Angel bit her? I gulped air into my lungs and several minutes passed before I realized that Spike was no longer biting but lapping at my torn flesh, my hands were still clenched in his honey colored locks. The bite wounds throbbed painfully.
"You hurt me." My hands fell free as the blonde vampire lifted his head from my torso and looked at me wearing his human face. I flinched at the sight of my blood staining his mouth and chin.
"I marked you," Spike said, licking his lips, "claimed you as my Pet and I did it well."
I refused to look at my chest. It felt like pieces of me were missing.
"So that´s it. I´m your Pet now." I grimaced as I said the words.
"Not quite." Spike smiled.
"Oh," I paused, "but no more biting?" Spike chuckled at that. "Spike?"
"Come on, let´s get you onto the bed." Spike said. I noticed that he avoided answering my question. I sat down on the edge of the bed and steeled myself to look at the injury Spike had inflicted on me. Three overlapping bite marks circled my left nipple. Blood congealed where Spike´s teeth had torn my flesh, and the surrounding tissue was inflamed and tender. It looked nasty and felt worse.
"In case I wasn´t clear, that hurt!" I glared up at Spike.
"Never said it wouldn´t, Pet." Spike was pleased by the sight of his mark, which only irritated me further.
"What now?" I just wanted him to finish so I could wallow in misery.
"Lay down."
I narrowed my eyes at Spike, "What! Why?"
That request gave me the heebie jeebies, especially when I thought of what Spike had been pressing against my hip. "Have you already forgotten the horrible oozing wound on my chest. The really painful one? Haven´t you done enough for one night?"
"Lay down, I won´t ask again." Spike looked at me sternly. Nervously, I lay down on my back. Spike´s mark hurt. Lying down pulled at the jagged wound; a rivulet of fresh blood ran down to my belly. Spike came over and traced through the crimson trail with a cool digit. He sucked the bloody finger into his mouth.
"Hmm, tasty." I started when a cool tongue followed the path his finger had forged. He licked once over his mark and then said, "Ready Pet?"
I looked at him stupidly. Ready for what?
"Right then." Spike stood up and began... undressing?
"Wha–what are you doing?"
Spike tugged the buttons free that ran down his shirt, stripping the garment off. The blonde vampire kicked off his leather shoes. "Spike?"
I watched him and as soon as those pants slid down, revealing Spike´s ´lily white bum´. I panicked.
"Aah!" I rolled from the bed, at least I would have but a hand firmly gripped my ankle.
"Where are you going, Pet. I told you I wasn´t finished."
I stared at Spike horrified, kicking out with my trapped foot. "Not this, nuh uh, no way."
Spike used his hold on my foot and dragged me over to him.
"Just what do you think I´m going to do?" Spike asked.
I swallowed my fear, because Spike honestly looked confused. Duh! I realized. Spike wasn´t gay. He loved Buffy and had spent over a century with Dru. I was worried about nothing.
"Sorry, I... you reminded me of what Angelus said he´d do... to me."
"What did my Sire say to you?"
I looked up at Spike and I know he saw my fear before I looked away. "That he´d, uh, take me and... and make me hurt."
Spike curled a hand around my cheek. "Trust me," Spike said.
"Right," I said, "You´re not even like that." I meant it as a statement but it came out more like a question.
"Lay down and trust me." Spike let go of my foot. I lay back down, but I could feel the sweat rising along my flesh. I couldn´t imagine what else he´d need to be naked for. Spike swung a leg over mine, sitting on my hips. I stared at him wide eyed, then screwed my eyes shut, not wanting to see what he was going to do.
"Relax. I´m just going to scent you." I crinkled my brow, because I had no clue what that meant. Before I could ask, Spike´s cool body gently blanketed me, careful of my bite wounds. Was he going to cover me in vampire sweat? I wondered. It would explain the lack of clothes. Spike snuffled against the crook of my neck; his hands kneaded my shoulders.
This wasn´t so bad. Trust him. I thought I could do that. I was feeling lethargic. I crashed from whatever adrenaline rush I´d had and drifted toward sleep.
I opened my eyes and stared into Spike´s ocean blue depths.
"You´re awake," he said, resting his chin on my chest. Apparently, we hadn´t moved much from the position I´d fallen asleep in. I was awake with a naked vampire sprawled on top of me, a male vampire.
"Getting there, um, how long did I sleep for?"
Spike shrugged. "Not sure, Pet. Coupla hours, maybe."
"Oh," I said, "um, do you think you could get off me now."
Spike´s eyes widened. "Pet, I´m not done yet." Spike said.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "I thought this was it."
"Nah, that was napping. You fell asleep and I was willing to wait ´cause it seemed like you could use it. So you ready?"
I did feel a lot better after the short rest. It actually felt like a lot longer than a couple of hours. "Ready for what?" I asked.
Spike tucked himself against me again. "Told you Pet, gonna cover you with my scent," he whispered.
Hmm, thought we´d done this, but if he wanted to purr me to sleep again I wouldn´t say no. I rested my hands on his back only to stop abruptly at the feel of Spike´s erection digging into my belly.
"Uh, Spike," I said tentatively. It´s not like I wanted to embarrass him about it or anything. I knew what it was like to get hard around a guy.
"Yeah Pet?"
"I don´t... um, you´re hard." Spike chuckled.
"S´kind of a prerequisite, Pet."
"To what?"
Spike moved to straddle my midsection and I blushed for him, because if I looked down I´d be eye level with his hard dick. Spike´s pink tongue darted out to wet his lips and one pale hand reached down to grab his cock.
"To this," Spike said as he began stroking himself over my chest.
"What are you doing!" I pushed myself back against the bed, but Spike´s knees squeezed in from the sides, keeping me from moving further. My hands reached up to push against his chest. Spike let go of his cock to circle my wrists. He brought my wrists down again and said, "No."
The way he said that made me feel every bit the bad boy being scolded. I kept my hands down. Spike started stroking himself again. I looked everywhere but at him and what he was doing. I could hear it though. The rasp of flesh on flesh was the only sound other than my breathing. Another weird thing, Spike didn´t breathe while jacking off. Not one of his quirks I ever wanted to know about. Certainly not... ahem, first hand.
"Look at me." Spike growled out the command. My eyes clashed with his amber gaze. Spike fell forward, one hand fisted against the mattress to hold him up, while the other fisted his cock. Cool semen landed against the underside of my jaw and dripped down my neck. More splashed against my collarbone, pooling in the indentation there. Ugh! I looked at Spike and he sat back, resting on my belly. He looked so serene, as if he hadn´t just done that.
"Can I just say ew, and ew and ew." Spike scooted down to straddle my bare thighs.
"Now you´re starting to smell of me Pet." Spike smiled as I sat up.
"Leave it," he ordered when he saw me pick up the covers. I dropped the blanket and leaned against the headboard, trying to ignore the sticky liquid that was dripping down my skin. Spike abruptly leaned forward and my hands reflexively gripped his hips.
"Sorry." I blushed, my hands jumped away from the cool burn of his flesh.
Spike smirked at me, "No need to be sorry, mate." He placed my hands on his hips once more. "I like it."
I leaned back, studying Spike as he ran his hands down my chest, not looking at me. I hissed when he lightly prodded the sore bite marks. Spike´s hair was naturally curly, he always kept it so short and bleached in Sunnydale. I never would´ve guessed this was what it really looked like. I smiled when I realized that Buffy would kill to have Spike´s natural hair color. A flush stained my cheeks as my gaze dropped to Spike´s chest. Pale pink nipples rose from the swell of hard pecs; his lean stomach rippled with muscle. My eyes leapt away from his groin, focusing on his torso. He looked so pale in the muted yellow light cast by the gas lamps, almost ghostlike. I didn´t even think, but raised one hand and centered it on Spike´s chest. I smiled up at him when he purred, but jerked my hand back from the lust that glittered in his eyes.
"Spike, I er..." I stuttered, not sure what to say to the aroused vampire sitting in my lap.
"Once is no where near enough, Pet." Spike slid two fingers through the mess at my neck, "it fades too quickly when you scent like this."
Okay, I had no clue what to say for that. Spike rocked his weight back onto my thighs and then forward toward my belly. Every now and again I could feel his erection brushing against me. I hissed and tensed when Spike dropped his hands to my chest and his weight pressed on the tender area near his mark. My hands flew to his wrists. Gold eyes looked down at my pained expression.
"Spread yer legs," Spike said. When I didn´t move, Spike harshly squeezed his mark. I hissed and could feel blood begin to trickle from the wound. I avoided Spike´s eyes and slightly shifted my legs apart. Spike moved to sit between my knees, and licked his fingers. I grimaced when I realized he was cleaning off both blood and cum from those slender digits.
When he was done Spike said, "Lay down, hook yer hands behind yer knees and pull ´em into yer chest."
I blushed, closing my eyes. "You´re just gonna do, um, what you did before?" I asked.
"This isn´t a question and answer session, pull up yer knees." Spike ordered.
Just marking, I said to myself, laying down and tucking my forearms behind my knees. He´s just marking me. Flushing bright red, I pulled my knees toward my chest. Spike scooted forward and pushed against the inside of my thighs, angling my legs outward. I could feel the tip of his erection brushing against the curves of my bottom.
"Stay like that." Spike ordered.
"Eep!" I jumped when Spike ran the head of his cock up and down the crack of my ass. Every now and again he pushed up against my sac. I shuddered when Spike tickled a finger up the length of my cock.
"Pretty," he said, then started stroking himself. I shivered when his other hand occasionally stroked over by balls. Spike´s free hand tightened against the inside of my thigh as he stroked himself faster. I tensed when the tip of his cock nudged against my hole, but before I could move Spike´s lukewarm orgasm burst against my opening. I felt him kneel up and more cum splashed over my sac and cock. Spike said something, but I didn´t hear him. I was focused on the tickling drip of his semen between the curves of my ass. A strong hand gripped my jaw and turned my head.
"Relax, Pet." He said. "Let yer legs go."
Oh. My arms still held my knees tucked against my chest. I let go and stretched out my legs, grimacing in distaste at the slippery sensation of Spike´s cum smeared along the crack of my ass. Spike´s cool fingers traced over the angry bite wounds he´d inflicted upon me earlier.
"Tell me, Pet," Spike said, "who do you belong to?" My eyes shot up to his face, but Spike´s gaze was focused on his mark.
"You," I replied, already knowing what Spike wanted to hear. Spike looked up at me, biting into his lower lip.
"That´s right, Pet," Spike said. "I own you now: mind, body, and soul."
Spike sprawled on top of me. He was hard again. His new erection dug into my belly. "I´m gonna teach you to be the perfect Pet, my perfect Pet." Spike smiled at me. "Now, kneel on the floor and lean yer head forward for me.".
