Xanpet 9

My warm finger traced the silvery white lines healed around my nipple. Over the last four days I´d memorized the emerging pattern with my fingers and eyes. The last scar my body would ever carry.

What other quirks did I have because I belonged to Spike? I snorted to myself and pulled my hand from my chest, sitting on the edge of the bed. I´d gotten used to that phrase quickly enough. I belonged to Spike.

I stood up and began pacing the length of the room. I had been here two weeks and was going stir crazy. Whenever I asked Spike to show me Paris he said no, that only when I´d learned some manners would I be taken out to see the city. What did he mean? My parents might not have taught me manners, but spending so much time with Willow and Jesse´s families while growing up had. I had good manners, damn it, so why couldn´t I see Paris?

I sighed with boredom, then dropped to the floor, counting off push ups. Bored. I was so bored. Always bored. Ugh. I felt the burn in my arms and chest and abs. What manners did Spike want me to learn? Maybe he could just tell me, so that instead of being bored I could do something fun. Sweat pooled between my shoulder blades and dripped from my brow, painting dark splotches on the stone floor.

I stood up when I heard the door open. Once again, the minions came in setting food on the table, followed by Spike.

"Hey Spike." I said.

"Allo Pet." Spike looked me over. "You´re looking sweaty this evening."

I rolled my eyes at him but grinned stupidly. "I was bored, it was something to do. Then again, I´m always bored." I tossed myself onto the couch, trying to fix a bland expression on my face, but failed miserably.

Spike smiled back at me, then walked over. He held a box wrapped with a large bow.

"About that, Pet–brought you a little something," Spike said. "I thought maybe you could do this along with your usual work out."

I sat up and gleefully grabbed the box Spike held out for me. Alright! Something to pass the time. I paused though, in mid–tug on the bow. Why was Spike giving me a gift?

"Aww, have I been a good pup, Spike." I said bitterly. I saw a flicker of emotion cross Spike´s features at my comment; he reached to take the gift back. I sighed, then rested my hand on his arm. "Sorry, Spike," I said softly as I looked into his eyes. "It´s just...this isn´t easy for me. You know?"

"Yeah, Pet, I know," Spike smirked, the look on his face said that he really did know. "That´s why I got you something."

"Well, I don´t want anything," I said petulantly, unable to stop myself from crossing my arms in front of my chest. I wasn´t going to let Spike always be right. "You´ve basically wished me into a hell dimension and gifts won´t make it better," I said. I narrowed my eyes at the box as something occurred to me. "What is it? A collar with `Property of Spike´ embossed across it?"

Spike frowned at my comment and took the box back. "Floor, Pet."

I sighed and moved myself to the floor. This was something else Spike had started doing. If he was seated I was at his feet. It was irritating at first but now I expected it.

Still frowning, Spike sat down on the couch. "Ya don´t like bein´ here, Pet, fine. But you will be respectful. Got it?"

I nodded and tried not to feel afraid under the pressure of Spike´s gaze. Guess I pissed him off.

Spike handed me the gift again.

"Open it."

I tugged the bow free, then opened the box. Wow. An intricately tooled leather bound journal rested inside, as well as several pens.

"It´s yours Pet," Spike said. "You should familiarize yourself with the pens, though. They´re not nearly as good as what you´re used to writing with."

I looked up at Spike, then back at the journal resting in its nest of crinkled tissue paper.

"I... uh," I was speechless. I´d never done well in school. This journal was practically a work of art; there was no way I could write something in it. "Spike," I finally said. "I can´t use this."

"Why not, Pet?" I looked up at him.

"It´s beautiful. I wouldn´t know what to write. It´d just sound stupid and–,"

"Crawl up, Pet."

Yet another command of Spike´s that I had learned over the past few days. I placed the box on the floor and crawled onto the couch, resting my head in Spike´s lap. He immediately began petting me.

Spike´s cool hands stroked the muscles of my shoulders and chest, down my abs. I relaxed when Spike touched me now. I found his cool hands comforting, tensing only when his hands drifted over the curves of my bottom, or his fingers combed through the short dark curls surrounding my cock.

"Roll onto your back, Pet."

I did, moving from my side to my back looking up at Spike. His hands came up to brush over my face and through my hair. Blue eyes looked down at me.

"S´not a test Pet. Jus´ something to keep ya occupied," Spike said. "It´s pretty ´cause I happen to like pretty things." Spike smiled as he spoke, looking down the length of my body spread out on the couch. Spike returned his eyes to mine and I blushed at the appreciation glinting there, but didn´t avert my gaze.

One of Spike´s hands curled through the hair on my head; his other hand traveled the length of my chest to bury itself in the hair surrounding my cock. I tensed and looked away from him. Spike ignored my discomfort and kept touching me.

"So, Pet, you gonna use it?" Spike asked me.

"Yeah, um, I´ll use it. I guess... um, thanks Spike."

"Good, I´m glad. Now, you ready to eat?"

"Sure." I replied, happily rolling off of him and away from his roaming hands to sit on the floor by his feet.

"Why do I get the feeling your answer has more to do with me touching you than you being hungry?" Spike smirked at me.

I shrugged in reply. I never thought Spike was stupid. I followed Spike over to the table, immediately dropping to the floor once I was there. Spike insisted on feeding me now; the one time I resisted I had gone hungry. I hadn´t argued over him feeding me again.

"C´mere Pet," Spike said, after I´d finished most of the meal. He spread his legs. "I have something else for you." I frowned up at Spike but inched forward to kneel between his knees. "Close your eyes, open your mouth."

"Uh, Spike you´re not gonna feed me something really nasty, like blood or something, are you?"

"I promise, Pet, you´ll like this."

I peered up, trying to see what was on the table, but whatever Spike planned to feed me was hidden from view.

Spike tapped my nose with a spoon. "No peeking, Pet." Spike, the evil vampire teasing his Pet, as if that didn´t give me the wiggins.

I closed my eyes and tilted my open mouth towards him. Oh god! I moaned as cream and chocolate and pastry melted against my tongue. He was feeding me dessert. My hands leapt up to grip his knees. I swallowed, and without opening my eyes begged, "More, please!" Spike chuckled, feeding me several more bites. I didn´t care; this was heaven.

"Good, Pet?" Spike asked as I savored the last bite.

I smiled up at him. "What? The moaning and pleading didn´t give it away?" I asked. "Spike, that was delicious." Hmm, Spike gave me a gift and now, for the first time, I´d gotten dessert. "So are we gonna go check out gay Pah–ree tonight?" I asked. Please say yes! Please say yes!

"No, Pet," Spike said, for what already seemed like the hundredth time, "not until you learn some manners."

Argh! Damn it! I stood up and began pacing restlessly in front of Spike. I was so sick of this. "What the hell do you want me to learn? Why don´t you just show me already so I can get the hell out of here for once!"

"Well, Pet, you could start by being pleased to see me." Spike said.

I stopped mid stride to look at Spike; my mouth hung open in amazement. Spike had lost it. I had almost sixteen hours of alone time each day, with only my thoughts for company. The minions didn´t count. By the time Spike walked through the door I was bouncing off the walls from boredom. He had to know that, didn´t he? Didn´t the silly grin that plastered itself to my face from the minute he got here make it obvious?

"Spike, I´m always happy to see you. No one else will even talk to me. Even when you bug the crap out of me I´m glad you´re here."

"Not what I meant, Pet. C´mere." I eagerly stood before Spike. Now we were making progress. Hell, I´d learn to dance a jig if Spike wanted me to, as long as I got to leave this room every now and then.

"First lesson in manners, Pet." Spike moved to stand behind me, then pulled me close against his body, one arm crossed in front of my chest. "You should be excited to see me."

My heart beat faster against the arm gripping my chest as Spike trailed his free hand down my torso, following the hair that darted down from my navel, before resting his fingers against my limp penis.

"See, Pet," Spike said sadly, "you´re not happy to see me at all. Let´s see what we can do about that, shall we?" Spike nuzzled the skin of my neck. One cool hand stroked my cock; the fingers on his other hand moved to rub over the scars circling my nipple. Oh god!

"Spike," My skin prickled with heat; I was embarrassed when my dick grew heavy. "Wh–what are you doing?"

"Teaching you some manners, I am Pet." Spike whispered against my ear, his hands never faltered on my flesh. "First lesson, this is: Pets should be happy to see their Masters."

"Master?" Spike´s slow steady strokes on my cock distracted me. I moaned the question without meaning to; my head fell back against Spike´s shoulder.

"Mmm, yeah Pet?" Spike asked as though I had addressed him.

My eyes opened. I looked down growing impossibly hard at the sight of Spike´s pale, slim fingers firmly stroking my cock. "Spike, st–stop!" I panicked.

Spike stepped around to stand in front of me; I didn´t know whether I felt relieved or disappointed. His blue eyes glittered over my body before focusing on the erection that jutted from my black curls. Oh god! I´d gotten hard because of Spike? Why had he done that? I didn´t understand. I should´ve fought him or something, not enjoyed myself. Wait, I had enjoyed Spike´s touch? Shame and confusion coursed through me and I moved to crouch at Spike´s feet, hoping to hide my arousal but not wanting to piss him off either.

"No, Pet." Spike gripped my arms to keep me from kneeling, then let go. "Want you standing, I do." I shuddered as Spike ran one finger up and down the length of my rigid flesh. "Perfect, Pet," he said to me, but I wouldn´t look at him. "So pretty like this. Now you look happy to see me."

Spike´s words reminded me of what had started this. I wanted to

see Paris, to get out of this hell hole, even if only for a few hours, maybe see some living warm blooded people instead of the cold dead ones that surrounded me. Maybe the lack of human contact had caused my reaction to Spike´s touch. Yeah, that was it, that and the fact that I was a typical red–blooded male, right? I just needed out of here for awhile and things would make sense again.

"So, um–" I stepped back, away from Spike´s touch, desperately wishing my hard on away. It was Anya´s fault I stayed hard, she had trained me to be like this. I looked up at a smirking Spike; his hand followed me as I inched away from him. If Spike wanted to embarrass me by doing this, he´d accomplished it beyond his wildest imaginings.

"Pet, ya gonna keep moving till you get to a wall, or stand still?" Spike asked.

I flushed bright red but stood still as his fingers trailed the length of my erection. I cleared my throat, looking over Spike´s shoulder. My hard on would never go away if he kept touching me. Light, barely there caresses that made me want to lean into his touch and push him away at the same time.

"Do I get to see Paris now?" I whispered hoarsely when I´d finally regained my voice. "Can we leave soon?" Spike stopped touching me and I looked at him; shock warred with something else on his face.

"Pet, this isn´t a one time thing." Spike´s hand returned to loosely clasp my erection. "I expect this from now on. Every time you see me, whenever I´m near you, you should be hard for me."

"What?" I jerked out of his grip. Spike couldn´t be serious. I met calm blue eyes; he was serious. I avoided the issue, instead asking, "Does this mean we´re not going anywhere tonight?"

"Pet, I´ve told you not until."

"I know, I´ve learned some manners. What the hell does that mean? Huh? If you think Dru is nuts, wait till you see me in another week. I can´t take it, Spike. I´m lonely. I miss people. Real live humans. There´s a reason solitary is a punishment in prison, Spike. A damn good one–it makes people crazy. Do you want a loony Pet, Spike? Is that what you want?" I ranted, pacing in front of him, only stopping when Spike growled at me. Oops. I made Spike mad again.

"Look, Whelp," Spike snarled as he stepped closer to me. "I could just beat good behavior into you, but I prefer the taste of fear in my prey, not my Pets. So we´re going to do this my way."

No beating of Xander! Beatings were not good; beatings were definitely of the bad. "What way is that?" My stomach clenched as I looked at Spike.

"Well, let´s start with this." Spike´s hand drifted down to my drooping erection. Hey! My hard on was going away. Go me! "First thing you need to realize is that Pets are held to a certain," Spike smiled at me as his hand teased my cock, "standard." Uh oh. I grew hard again. "Tell ya what, Pet." Spike released my new erection. "Seven days. You stay hard around me for seven days and I´ll take you out for a night on the town. How´s that sound?"

I almost couldn´t think. This was decent behavior according to vampires? The undead were the weirdest people I knew. "Whenever you´re here?" I stalled.

"Yup, Pet. Gotta be happy to see me, ya do." Spike smiled at me; he smiled at my hard on. Oh shit. Thank god for Anya, otherwise I wouldn´t think staying hard for that long was possible. Was I considering this? Well duh, of course I was considering this. I needed to think. I didn´t trust sneaky Spike offering me a deal.

"If I do this, then I get to go out for the night, with you. We have people fun, not bloody, gory vampire fun, right?"

"Human fun, Pet, promise."

Ooh, I´d get to wear clothes, no more naked Xander for at least that night. Would Spike deal? "Three days and only when you first get here." I could just get myself hard before Spike showed up and three days later I´d be wearing clothes and hanging out at a café.

"Hagglin´ over hard–ons, Pet?" Spike laughed. "This is a new one for me, but I´ll play. Whenever I´m here an´ seven days."

Shit. I bit my lip. "Three days and whenever you´re here."

"Five days, whenever I´m here, and that´s my last offer Pet. You don´t take it, we´ll start back at seven."

Damn, five days and I just realized something. "Uh, Spike, is that five days in a row or just five days whenever?" I asked.

"Not much point if it isn´t consecutive, Pet. Learnin´ a lesson, you are." Spike walked over and sat down on the couch. "C´mere Pet."

I nibbled on my lip. I hadn´t actually agreed to what he said, but I knew that I would. It might not feel like it was worth it now, but in another week, I´d probably be willing to eat snails to get outta there for a night. I walked over to Spike and dropped down at his feet.

"Crawl up."

And again with the commands. I moved onto the couch and rested my head in his lap. Cool hands grazed my flesh. I forced myself to relax when Spike´s hand drifted to fondle my dick, which was now only half hard.

"I didn´t agree yet, you know." I said, looking up at Spike.

"I know, but you will." I looked away from Spike´s smug blue eyes.

"Yeah," I muttered. "I will."

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