Xanpet 8

I winced as I stretched groggily when I woke up. Spike´s dried cum sealed my pubic hair to my flesh and the movement painfully tugged on the tight curls. My eyes flew open. I expected to find Spike leaning over me, jacking off once more. It was all he had done for at the past three nights.

I knew because three times the minions had come knocking at the door. At that sound, Spike would smear his latest deposit over my flesh, before wandering naked into the hallway. I couldn´t hear what happened and for that I was thankful; but when he came back to the room, I could see it. His body flushed with stolen blood and heat. Then he would simply ask me to move or position me how he wanted and start stroking himself to completion once more. Spike slept during the day, holding me close to his body, but at night it would begin again.

At first, his endurance stunned me, but I finally gleaned from him that his response was instinctual. He wasn´t always like this. I winced as I moved again to look around the room; Spike was gone. I never thought I´d look forward to a visit from the Stooges, but at that moment it was my only fantasy. I smelled rank, covered in Spike´s cum and my sweat. I lay back down on the dirty sheets wondering if I would get a bath today. There was nothing to do but wait, for either Spike or the stooges to show up. I didn´t know how long I lay there, dozing lightly but the sound of Spike´s voice and the clatter of his minions woke me.

"Spike?" I looked at him quizzically, while he directed the fledges. Spike strode over to crouch down beside me. His hand touched my stiff hair, before settling at the base of my neck.

"Allo, Pet." Spike leaned forward and inhaled deeply from the crook of my neck. He began to purr. "Would you like a bath?"

"God, yes, please!" Ouch. I grimaced as I sat up way too quickly, jumping at his offer.

"Oi, you´re crusted over good, Whelp." Spike sat down next to me.

"Hey, that´s your fault!" I burst out. I would´ve continued but Spike lightly ran his thumb over my lips, a strange look on his face.

"You really are pretty, Pet." He said. "Especially when you´re all indignant and a little bit pissed at me."

I flushed and looked away from Spike´s intent gaze. I shivered as he traced the scabbed over bite marks that circled my nipple.

"C´mon, let´s get you in the tub before the water cools." Spike stood up and I gingerly followed him over to the bathtub. "Hop in, Pet."

I stepped into the tub and moaned as the steaming water melted away the crusted residue on my skin. My shoulders and knees broke the surface of the water; my eyes drifted shut in pleasure. Spike´s presence faded to the recesses of my mind until cool hands dropped on my shoulders. My eyes flew open to meets Spike´s calm blue gaze.

"C´mon Pet," he said, "give me an arm." Spike looked at me expectantly, holding a soapy cloth.

"You–you´re going to wash me?"

"Yeah, Pet, gonna take care of you right, I am." I lifted an arm and Spike gently started to scrub my skin. I watched him as he worked. The vampire was thorough, washing each finger, my palm, then up my arm. He rinsed after each small section, getting more soap, as he needed it.

"Spike?" I asked as he moved over to my other side.

"Yeah Pet."

"Tell me about um, where I am?" I turned my eyes up to Spike who smiled at me. "You know the place, the history."

"Sorry mate, I forget you spent most of yer time trying to survive on the Hellmouth, not learnin´ history." Spike moved to wash over my shoulders, my neck, behind my ears. I would be cleaner when he was done than if I had washed myself.

"Well, Pet," Spike began, "You´re in Paris, if that helps."

"At least I recognize the name." A small smile curved my lips and I tilted my head forward to give Spike access to my back. "I´ll give you a quick overview, but I´d rather be able to show you." Spike said.

"You´re gonna show me," the water sloshed over the edge as I turned around. "Really, I get to see Paris?"

A silly grin spread across my face. The furthest I´d made it out of Sunnydale was Oxnard. Maybe being with Spike wouldn´t be so bad. It hadn´t struck me yet, that I was really here, that I´d get to see it. "Cool. Can we check out the Eiffel Tower?"

Spike grinned at my enthusiasm. "I can take you to see the tower mate, but s´not quite finished yet."

"Not... finished?"

"Nope, they finish it this year," Spike replied. "Kneel up, so´s I can get yer chest and back," Spike ordered.

Absently, I did as he asked. I was gonna see Paris. "So when do we go?" I looked down at Spike as he washed over my chest.

"When you´ve learned some manners, Pet."

"Manners?" I asked confused.

"Later, Pet. Now, stand up."

I stood up; water beaded on my flesh. I wonder what Paris is like? Are French people really as rude as I´ve heard? I smiled. I´d get to find out for myself. Spike washed my legs, dipping his arms under the water to wash up my calves, then thighs. His attempt to wash my penis and testicles interrupted my thoughts. I stepped away from him.

"Whoa, I can wash that myself you know."

"Nah, Pet, I want to do it." Spike reached for me again and I grabbed his wrist.

"You can´t possibly want to wash my dick!" Spike dropped the cloth in the water before standing. Blue eyes glared into mine. "See Pet, that´s where you´re wrong."

Spike grabbed my crotch. "I own you, remember, and I´m gonna wash what belongs to me," Spike squeezed my genitals lightly, "including this."

"You don´t really own me." I whispered softly, though I didn´t resist any further as Spike washed my dick, cleansing it thoroughly before doing the same for my balls. A flush spread across my chest. Spike ignored my statement.

"Turn around, Pet." Stiltedly, I complied. "You forget so soon Pet, don´t you remember what you said when I asked if you wanted to belong to me?" Spike spread my cheeks, soaping the crack of my ass. "Tell me what you said, Pet."

"But..."

"It was just one word, Pet," Spike interrupted me. "Tell me again, what was your answer?"

"Yes." I shifted uncomfortably.

Spike didn´t say anything when I finally answered him, but poured pails of warm water down my back, rinsing away the soap. "Out of the tub." Spike held a towel.

I stepped from the tub and stood dripping in front of him. He began to towel me dry, from the bottom up. "Lean over so´s I can dry yer head."

I bent forward at the waist and Spike draped the towel over my head, then scrubbed my hair dry. Spike sat me on the floor before the fire; heat enveloped me. He sprawled out onto the sofa while the minions removed the bath supplies, made the bed with fresh linens, and brought food to the table. My stomach growled at the tantalizing scents coming from across the room. "Hungry, Pet?"

"Yeah," I laughed softly, "couldn´t you hear?"

Eating had been more of a necessity than a satisfying meal while Spike marked me. Spike stood up and smiled down at me, offering his hand. I stood up without his help, following him over to the table.

"Me first, Pet." Spike said as he sat in his chair.

What?" I wasn´t sure what he was talking about. Put me around food when I´m hungry, and I´m not very coherent.

"Serve me first. Fill my glass for me." I hadn´t even noticed. Spike´s usual blood filled crystal goblet sat empty before him.

"Just pour you a drink?"

"Of blood, Pet," he smirked, "not red wine." A decanter of blood sat before Spike. I lifted it, disturbed by the feel of the still warm fluid within, then filled his glass. "Very nice, Pet," he said after taking a small sip. "Now, fill your own plate."

I did, already looking forward to eating a full meal for the first time in three days. I set my overfull plate in the setting next to Spike, but his strong grip on my forearm stopped me before I could sit down.

"What?" I snapped. I wanted to eat.

"You haven´t the manners yet, Pet, to deserve a seat beside me," Spike said. "You´re place is at my feet."

"You–you´re serious?"

"The floor, Pet. At my feet. You don´t eat otherwise."

My stomach chose that moment to growl loudly and Spike gave me a knowing smirk. Damn, that vampire. I clenched my teeth and lifted my plate to move to the floor.

"No Pet, plates stay on the table."

"You said if I sat on the floor I could eat."

"And you can, but the plate stays on the table."

A horrific thought struck me. "I´m not eating off the floor, Spike." I wouldn´t either. I´d go hungry first.

"Even I wouldn´t expect you to do that, Pet," Spike smiled. "Trust me."

Grrh, I hated that phrase. I sat on the cool hard stone at Spike´s feet. Spike slid my plate in front of him and began to slice up the meat.

"Spike, I´m hungry!" I whined, wanting him to give me my food.

"I know." Spike turned and looked down at me, pleasure highlighted his face. He speared some meat with the fork and brought it to my mouth. Instinctively, I pulled back and reached for the utensil.

"No, I´m gonna feed ya," Spike said. This wasn´t open for argument either, and I think my stomach would have won any discussion anyhow. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Spike fed me the whole meal. He even brought glasses of wine or water to my lips, tipping them to offer me small sips. After I´d eaten Spike asked, "Better Pet?"

"Yeah, Spike, I´m full. That was good." Surprisingly, the food had been delicious, for creatures that only ate blood.

"C´mon mate, let´s move to the couch. Gotta keep you warm. Humans are so delicate an´ all." I shrugged. I´m sure to a vampire we broke real easy. I followed Spike over the couch.

"Pet?" Spike said with an arched eyebrow and sardonic smile when I moved to sit on the couch. I sighed and sat on the floor.

"I thought I was a delicate human?" I stared into the bright orange flames; the warmth and flickering light mesmerized me. Spike curled himself onto the sofa behind me.

"Who do you belong to Pet?" The seductive purr of Spike´s question pulled me from the daze I´d fallen into.

"I... you, I guess." How many times would he make me answer this question? Until I actually believed he owned me? That wasn´t going to happen.

"You´re not sure?" Spike asked. I sighed in response.

"I didn´t ask to be here." I´m just doing what I need to do to survive, I said silently to myself. I stiffened when Spike´s hands stroked through my hair.

"C´mon, shift yer arse up onto the couch." He said. I didn´t argue, and moved to sit beside him on the cushions. Spike circled one of my wrists with his hand and pulled on it. I looked up at him. "Over here Pet." He patted his thighs.

"You... you want me to sit on your lap?" I asked dubiously.

"Yeah, Pet. Gotta get ya comfortable around me." A short burst of laughter escaped my chest. "Oi, whelp. What´s so funny?"

"You... Not that I want to compliment you or anything but I was scared of you with your chip. What makes you think I´ll ever be okay around you now: chipless and your Pet?" My humor died at that sobering thought. I lifted scared eyes to Spike, who simply tugged my wrist again. I bit my lip but awkwardly settled my larger frame into his lap, my legs extended toward the other end of the couch. I clasped my hands together, resting them over my groin, unsure where to put them.

"Try an´ relax, Pet." Spike tucked my head into the crook of his neck. I was already uptight from sitting naked in Spike´s lap, but when one hand began rubbing my back and the other stroked down the length of my thigh I tensed even further.

"Uh, Spike," I whispered against his neck when he didn´t stop, "could you um, not do that." A low purr emanated from his chest.

"Not do what Pet?"

"Feeling pretty tense here and the touchy feely thing isn´t helping."

"Hmm." Spike made a non–committal sound but his hands stopped rubbing me to lift my head. "Do you know why you´re here?" Spike asked.

I frowned at his question. So many answers cascaded through my head. Because I left my fiancé at the altar, because you made a wish, because the town was filled with vengeance demons just waiting for the chance to get back at me. I scoured my mind for an appropriate response, but I had no clue what Spike wanted to hear.

"Um, other than you made a wish, uh, no." My reply caused Spike to chuckle.

"Hmm, no, I meant as my Pet. What´s your purpose here? "

What was with Spike, the philosopher? What was my purpose in life? I hadn´t even figured that one out in Sunnydale.

"Um, I guess what you wished for, ya know, for me to learn my place, uh, as um, your Pet." I turned my head away when I called myself his Pet, it was barely audible, but I know he heard me. Spike rested his hand on my jaw line before turning me to face him. He didn´t say anything until my eyes met his. The short beard I´d grown scratched against his palm.

"There´s only one rule you need to learn Pet, one axiom you need to follow. Do this and everything else will fall into place."

I waited expectantly, but Spike said nothing more. Wasn´t he going to tell me what it was? "What´s that?"

Spike pressed an open palm against my chest, where he´d scarred me as his head drifted against my neck. He inhaled, catching my scent in his lungs. Spike pulled away and strong hands gripped my collarbones; his thumbs roughly caressed my skin. "Please me, make me happy, that´s your reason for being now."

I pulled away from Spike´s calm countenance, but couldn´t get very far in his bruising grip. "Please you how?"

That reflexive question popped out. I hadn´t even thought about what I was going to ask. I almost laughed at the confusion in Spike´s eyes.

"However, I want, Pet."

I sputtered at his matter of fact remark. I tried to pull away from him again. "What!" I shouted. "You can´t be serious. What if I hate it? Or don´t want to do it?"

I stared at Spike in horror. His blue eyes hardened with anger.

"As my Pet you want to please me. You don´t have a preference." Spike glared at me. "Who do you belong to, Harris?"

Oh god. He´d used my name. My lips thinned and nostrils flared in anger. "You may have performed some weird vampire ritual, but I´m not stupid. I did what I had to do, to survive."

I was a human from the twentieth century; I did not belong to William the Bloody. I didn´t. Spike snarled. He dove for my neck and sank his fangs in deep. I cried out, more from fear than pain. Spike drew two strong swallows of my blood before he released me. I stared at his blood stained lips and my fingers flew to my neck. My eyes widened in horror as I felt the puncture wounds fade beneath my fingertips. I scooted backwards, only to fall on my ass at Spike´s feet. I panted in harsh breaths.

"What have you done to me?"

"Made you mine, Pet. I offered and you accepted." Spike stood up but I didn´t move from my position on the floor. "The last scar your body will ever make is the mark I gave you." Spike crouched close, still in game face. "Now who do you think owns you, Harris?"

Wordlessly, I shook my head, scurrying away from Spike on my hands and knees; he followed me.

"No!" I cried out; backed up against a wall. My hand still groped the skin of my neck, searching for a bite mark that was no longer there. Spike leaned in close.

"Tell me who you belong to Harris, who owns you?" I looked up into Spike´s face. Pronounced ridges scored his brow and the bridge of his nose. His fangs glistened in the fire light and cold yellow eyes glared at me. No, oh god no.

"You." The admission tore at my throat; my eyes burned. I think for an instant, my heart stopped beating.

"Stand up." Shakily, I took my feet. My fingers kept drifting up to my now unmarked neck.

"Here," Spike said, pointing to the spot of floor in front of him. Wordlessly, I moved to stand before him. Spike stared at me, then began coolly appraising my body. Spike combed his fingers through my hair, "Yer hair is mine," his hands drifted down my chest. I hissed when he sharply twisted my nipples.

"Yer chest is mine." Spike´s hand drifted further down, and he stroked my dick. "Yer cock is mine," he drifted further south, at first gently squeezing my balls before he increased the pressure just enough to be uncomfortable. "Yer nads are mine." I gasped with relief when he released his grip. He walked around behind me and I felt a finger nudge at my anus.

"Tell me Pet," Spike asked, "is this mine?"

"Yes!" I cried out, only when his finger tried to gain entrance. "Yes, it´s yours."

Spike stopped trying to push into me. "You can do better than that Pet. Tell me."

Tears threatened beneath my closed eyes. "My ass is yours Spike."

I didn´t miss the significance of what he´d made me say. It seemed more and more likely that Spike was gonna relieve me of my gay virginity. My tears slipped free. Spike walked around and stood in front of me. He wrapped his arms around me; his hands rubbed small circles on my back. A quiet sob broke from my chest when his tongue lapped at the salty tear tracks on my face.

"Even your pretty tears are mine. Open your eyes." Spike commanded. I drew shuddery breaths, controlling my emotions. I didn´t want to give Spike the satisfaction of terrorizing me. I opened my eyes and took in Spike´s human countenance. "Offer me your neck, Pet. It´s mine and I want it."

My hard earned control evaporated. I sobbed like a child as I dropped to my knees. I tilted my head when Spike snarled down at me, baring my neck to him. The bleach blond vampire dropped to the floor, pulling me close. I didn´t resist him. Spike sank his fangs into my neck; after the first few pulls I began to feel dizzy. I was only peripherally aware when Spike stopped drinking from me. Spike let me go and I fell weakly to the floor. He lifted me up, then strode over to the bed. Vaguely, I wondered if he would rape me now, while I was weak. Instead, he tucked me under the covers then left. He returned quickly, sitting me up and forcing cool juice down my throat.

"Youse gon´a rape m´ now?" I slurred up at Spike´s human face. The blood loss made me feel drunk. I wish I had more of my wits about me; I didn´t want to be helpless. My eyes drifted shut.

"Shh, Pet. Not gonna hurt you now. I´m proud of you." Spike lay down beside me. He said he wasn´t going to hurt me; I believed him. Still... I opened one bleary eye and looked at Spike. With great effort I spoke struggling to keep my words coherent.

"M´heart, m´mind, m´soul. Y´don´ own those, Blondie. Ya never will."

Cool hands drifted over my heated flesh. "Still proud of ya Pet."

Spike smiled down at me. I smiled back stupidly then rolled closer, tucking myself against his chest. I heard Spike chuckle and knew for some reason that I´d amused him, but couldn´t figure out why before I drifted into sleep.

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