Xanpet 10 b
Oh. Okay. I maintained my rhythm on Spike´s cock, tugging and pulling his hard flesh; every now and again I stroked my thumb over his leaking head, or twisted my fist on the stroke up or down. I was warm, lying on the bed, covered by Spike. My hand on his cock had already heated his flesh. Slowly I began to increase the speed at which I was jacking him off, pulling faster and faster. My quick movements jarred Spike´s body against my own throbbing hard–on; I desperately wanted to thrust up against him. I whimpered with need, my cock aching for release between our bodies as I brought Spike closer and closer. Oh, fuck it!
I slid my other arm around Spike´s waist and pulled his body tightly against mine, creating the pressure I craved. At first, I thrust spasmodically against his back while I stroked his cock, until I worked out a rhythm. I groaned with pleasure, jerking Spike off while I thrust my own erection against his body. Oh god! Spike moved his head away from my neck. His eyes were slit and his lips slightly parted. His breathing was hitched and I felt it when he began thrusting up into my hand. I hid my face against Spike´s neck, not wanting to watch him or myself. The darkness gave me freedom to just... do this. I stroked Spike faster, in time with my own thrusts. I wanted Spike to come first. I was so close and he seemed like he was but, for whatever reason, he wasn´t going over the edge. I panted hard against his neck, biting my lip to stave off my own orgasm, then I remembered. I didn´t think about what I was doing, just bit into Spike´s neck, right over his unbeating artery. A strangled scream burst from the vampire in my arms as he came, hard. Some of his cool come hit my hand as it pulsed from his cock. I stroked Spike until he relaxed in my arms, then let go of his cock and wrapped both arms around his waist. I thrust up against Spike fiercely; my face concealed against his neck. Shuddering, I choked out my release against Spike´s soft skin; my hot semen spurted slickly between us. Shuddering, I slowly drifted down from my post orgasmic haze.
I still held Spike tightly, still hid my face against his body. I had come. I had come with another guy. I had come with a vampire, the enemy, and it had felt... really good. I was mortified, shame constricted my chest and I let my arms fall to my sides, away from the vampire I had been holding so close. What had I done? Get Spike off, yeah, apparently that was to be my job now. Lots of fear there but I had been so hard almost the whole time he was here and... and... I shouldn´t have come. That´s all there was to it, coming myself was akin to treason. Worse, because I had wanted it. I flushed with embarrassment as I remembered how badly I had wanted it. I clenched my jaw, turning my head toward the fireplace. Who was I? I didn´t recognize the person that had just done this. Spike twisted in my arms, my come smearing across his back then belly as he lay back down on me. Spike folded his arms against my chest and stared at me. I refused to look at him.
"What´s got yer knickers in a twist, now Pet?" Spike asked gently. Great. Now the evil undead was gonna be nice to me. Why couldn´t he just leave? I almost snorted at the irony since this had all begun because I wanted Spike to stay. Would do anything for him to stay. I had done anything.
"Are we finished?" I asked tightly. Spike was silent for a long minute.
"Yeah, Pet," Spike said with a small smile. "Ya did well. S´nice, eh?"
I laughed but it was a hollow broken sound. Spike was praising me; I wonder how many of his other whores got that. Oh god. My laugh launched into a single wrenching sob before I could contain it. I was Spike´s whore. I fought to control my emotions.
"Could you get off of me?" I asked thickly.
I tried to add please to my request but I couldn´t force the word past my lips for anything. I held my breath until Spike finally rolled himself off of my body. I turned away from him and sat up at the edge of the bed. I pulled up the loose bed covers and frantically tried to scrub away the evidence of what I had just done. Spike´s come clung stickily to my fingers, while my own covered my belly. Somehow I felt more stained by this act than I had when Spike spent three days covering me in his semen. Maybe because a choice between Spike and Angelus wasn´t a choice at all but this I had done of my own free will.
I scrubbed even harder, rubbing my skin raw. I heard Spike move and only felt relief that he was leaving. I pulled a pillowcase free and spit on it, wiping my flesh again and again. Cool hands clamped down over my shoulders and pulled me back. Spike peered over me to look at what I´d been doing. He growled low and long from his chest, then grabbed the pillowcase I´d been using and flung it across the room. His arms looped around me, holding me tightly against him.
"I was using that," I barely whispered.
"Yeah, Pet, noticed that," Spike said, "now tell me why."
"I´m covered in," I swallowed thickly, "I just wanted to be clean, Spike."
I bowed my head, certain that I would never feel clean again. Spike growled again, I felt the sound vibrate through my back. He pulled me with him as he lay down on the bed; I rested in the cradle of his hips. I tried to ignore the rough brush of pubic hair and soft press of his now limp cock against my back. Spike´s cool hands drifted over my chest and shoulders and face. He was petting me.
"What´s wrong, Pet?" Spike asked me gently. I couldn´t look at Spike; I doubt I could´ve looked at myself just then. I squeezed my eyes shut and simply shook my head no. Spike bent his head down and nuzzled the hair at the top of my head, inhaling my scent.
"What´s wrong, Pet?" He repeated but I didn´t say anything. I heard Spike sigh above me. His hands wandered toward my cock but I gripped his wrists to keep him from touching me. Spike growled loudly but didn´t break free of my grip, which he could have done easily.
"You´ll have to forgive me," I said, flinging his hands away, disgusted with myself because just the thought of those cool hands against my cock had begun to make me hard, "but your Pet doesn´t feel like whorin´ himself out to you again just yet."
Spike snarled fiercely; his hands gripped my hips, hard. I felt him struggling for control. Minutes later his hands left my hips and he sat us up. His arms circled my waist and he pressed his forehead against the back of my shoulders.
"Think yer my whore, Pet?" Spike asked tightly. I shrugged and Spike shifted with my movement.
"Answer me," Spike commanded.
"I... wanted you to stay. You did, but I had to... you wanted... payment with a sexual favor," I finished blandly, "that makes me a whore, Spike. Your whore." I hung my head in shame. Spike started up a low rumbling purr, I started in surprise when he pressed cool lips against my back and neck and shoulders.
"Yer not my whore, yer my Pet," Spike said softly, trailing soft, lapping kisses from beneath my ear, down my neck then back again. "You´re mine." His hands began rubbing over the muscles of my belly, drifting closer and closer to my cock. "Can´t ever leave me, Pet."
I wasn´t sure when the low rumble from Spike´s chest or the press of Spike´s mouth against my skin had progressed from comforting to arousing but it had. Blood flowed into my dick, my erection strained toward soft cool hands that teased me with nearly there touches.
"I take care of you." Spike licked up the length of my neck. "An´ you please me. Not only in this," Spike said, stroking my hard cock one time before loosely gripping my erection, "which pleases me to no end, but when you behave properly." He bit my earlobe and I struggled not to arch into his hand. "When you smile at my presence, when you let me comfort you. I expect so much more from you, as my Pet."
I was so hot. I could feel the flush staining my skin and I shook slightly with the intensity of my arousal.
"So, Pet, do you understand the difference now?"
"Yes," I stuttered. Not really sure of myself but I was too hard to think straight.
"Will you do what I ask, to please me, Pet?" Spike asked.
I whimpered, staring down at the contrast of Spike´s too pale fingers wrapped around my reddened hard on.
"Won´t be too hard Pet," Spike said. I hissed when he squeezed my cock before releasing me. "Well, it is but then again, it´s supposed to be. Turn around, face me."
I crawled out of Spike´s lap, positive that I looked as clumsy as I felt. I sat on my knees, away from him, my hands rested against my thighs. I didn´t want to look at Spike, so instead I forced my gaze downward. I stared at my cock. Shame burned across my skin, not because I was hard, but because I kept thinking about the feel of cool fingers stroking my cock, wishing that they still gripped my hard length.
"Spike, I–," I glanced at Spike; my eyes skittered over his groin, where Spike´s pale cock was hard again as well.
"Come ´ere, Pet," Spike purred seductively.
I shivered at the sound of his voice and lifted my head; naked lust glittered in Spike´s eyes. My whole body burned under his heated gaze. I inched forward on my knees toward Spike. He gestured with one hand that I should come closer. I moved stiltedly until Spike stopped me by pressing a palm against my chest. I straddled his groin. The coarse hair of my legs brushed against Spike´s hips and my cock moved as I breathed, occasionally bumping Spike´s own hard on.
Don´t want this. Don´t want this. Don´t want this. I chanted in my head but my body betrayed me. I´d never wanted so badly in my life: my breath hitched, my cock bobbed, my skin was on fire except for where the coolness of Spike´s palm bit into me. I hissed, shivering as Spike moved both hands to curl around the sides of my chest. He lazily stroked the rough pads of his thumbs across my nipples.
"You were saying, Pet?" Spike asked.
I stared at Spike´s chest while I focused on my breathing. Instead of the fact that I was naked in bed with Spike. Spike, whose hard cock still occasionally moved against my own. Spike, whose hands still held me.
"No–nothing," I blushed.
How could I explain to the vampire who owned me what I was feeling? I could barely decipher the myriad of emotions Spike´s touch elicited in myself. Spike made a sound low in his throat and I looked up at him. He smiled at me as his hands stroked down my sides to the curves of my bottom. I shivered in his grip; my hands dug into my thighs.
"Tell me, Pet." Spike ordered.
Tell him. Tell him what? I couldn´t think much beyond the feel of Spike´s hands cupping my ass, firmly kneading my flesh. My head dropped and I closed my eyes, biting back a moan when one hand circled around to massage my balls. My head darted up to look at Spike and I knew the look of arousal on my face must have bordered on pain. What did he want? I stared at an arched eyebrow, biting my lip to hold back the instinctive thrust of my hips when his other hand circled my erection firmly, but didn´t move.
"Pet?"
"My uh, reaction, to you," I whispered, "is it...why do... does your claim make it happen?"
A whimper escaped me when cool hands left my body and the mattress shifted and I knew that Spike had moved. He sat forward and lifted my chin. I stared into blue eyes. My heart sped up slightly. I didn´t know which was the scarier proposition. Knowing that his claim controlled me, making me want him or knowing that I couldn´t control myself, that no matter what I thought, my body thought differently. Spike looked down at my hard cock then back into my eyes.
"Can´t make you want something ya don´t, Pet," Spike said simply. His hands stroked over the top of my thighs. "The claim just makes ya able to keep up with me, otherwise pets wouldn´t last very long."
"Oh," I said still not sure if I would´ve felt better if it had been because of the claim.
"Do you like me touching you, Pet?" Spike asked.
Spike watched me as my brow furrowed. That was the crux of my problem. It was obvious what my dick thought and the truth was that I did like Spike touching me; wanted him to keep on touching me, to touch me more. I liked when he reassured me with small gestures, his fingers combing through my hair, or a hand resting against the back of my neck. I had become so accustomed to his touches that I didn´t know how much I craved it until it was taken from me. I knew it was wrong, though. I shouldn´t want any part of this. I shouldn´t want Spike´s cool hands drifting across my hot skin.
"No," I said resolutely.
Spike snorted softly at the blatant lie. He ran his hands down my belly toward my straining cock and smirked.
"You sure about that, Pet?" He asked, wrapping his hand around my erection.
"Yeesss." My affirmation sounded more like a plea for more when Spike firmly stroked my aching hard on. I closed my eyes and tried to control my need to thrust into Spike´s tight grip. I was only partially successful, occasionally thrusting into Spike´s hand. My breath hitched; sweat pooled at my temple, running down the side of my face. I struggled to hold back my response to Spike. The vampire began stroking me in earnest. Oh god! I shuddered, clenching my jaw for control. Fuck! I was gonna come again. A primal cry was ripped from my throat when Spike tugged my balls, hard. Enough pain to pull me back from the edge of my orgasm. My eyes flew open.
"Do you want me to touch you, Pet?" Spike asked smugly, watching me as he trailed his hand over my chest.
I was mortified by my reaction. My chest heaved as I tried to draw in enough air, my nipples were erect pebbles and my hard cock dripped pre–come onto his belly. Oh god! What was I doing? My eyes widened in horror and I rolled of off Spike with a cry. I crouched down at the foot of the bed. I peeked up at Spike and once again, the vampire just seemed so calm.
"Come here Pet," Spike said sharply, his eyes flashing yellow. "Now."
Ulp! Guess calm could be mistaken for furious. I couldn´t do it, though. I knew I had told Spike I would do what he asked but I couldn´t do this. He would touch me again and I would respond to his touch. I didn´t want that to happen. I was shaking my head no and holding up my hands, as if non–verbal protestations would hold off an angry Spike.
"Now Pet," Spike repeated, as if I would change my mind. Which only strengthened my resolve, because of course he thought I´d listen. I´d done what he said all night, if not the first time he asked then the second.
"No," I said shakily looking directly into Spike´s eyes. I needed to be me again, Alexander LaVelle Harris, a Slayerette, a Scoobie, one of the good guys, not William the Bloody´s Pet. I knew that there would be repercussions, but at that moment my anger toward myself outweighed my worry. I didn´t care. "No, Spike, I don´t want you to touch me, don´t want to come to you, and I sure as fucking hell don´t want to be your Pet," I sneered, channeling every bit of that self–hatred into anger and directing it at Spike.
"Ahh!" I screamed as Spike´s game face emerged and he lunged at me. I jumped to the floor and ran for the door, buck naked and terrified. I knew it was pointless. A burst of vampiric speed and I hung helpless in Spike´s grasp.
"Spike lemme go!" I twisted in his grip, desperately trying to free myself from his hold. "Lemme go you... you... unbleached freak!"
Spike growled, and dragged me across the stone floor. The blond threw me down and I scurried back against a corner in the room, curling into a ball, hoping he wouldn´t notice me until he´d calmed down a bit. Spike stalked back and forth across the room. Eerie guttural sounds burst forth as he paced back and forth. I pissed him off, but I had expected that and at least I had accomplished my goal. It didn´t look like there would be anymore naughty touching of my dangly bits, which was of the good. Spike paced to the door, jerking it open to shout orders into the hallway. Oh god. Once again, I desperately wished I knew some French. Spike walked over to me, leaned down into my face and snarled at me then spun on his heels. I stared in fascinated horror when a few moments later a young man was brought into the room and thrown at Spike´s feet. I wanted to close my eyes, to not look at the terror that filled this stranger´s eyes as Spike pulled the man to his feet, his demon to the forefront. He growled as he twirled the man around and Spike´s demonic gaze met mine as he sank his fangs into the man and began to drink. Oh god! No, please no.
"Please Spike, no, please no. Don´t do this, please." I crawled over to Spike, kneeling at his feet as I begged him to stop. "I´m sorry, I´m so sorry. Just please stop." I sat on my heels, staring at Spike through my tears. Oh god. I had killed this guy. Spike had gotten pissed and I knew that him hurting me was a risk but he was hurting someone else, killing someone else. And it was my fault. "Please, Master," I whispered the title in desperation, staring at the man´s feet. His toes were dirty and barely touched the ground in front of Spike´s pale, clean feet, which were planted firmly on the stone tiles. I sobbed with relief when Spike dropped the man from his arms. I crawled over, and searched for a pulse. Relieved when the stranger´s eyelids fluttered at my touch. His heart was beating but it was weak. I felt Spike´s hand on my shoulder and I turned my head, surprised to see a very human Spike staring down at me. His whole body was flush from the fresh feeding. I shivered at the gruesome image of Spike´s human face; his lips and chin smeared with blood.
"Leave him," Spike said, growling the words. I turned my head back to the injured man then glanced back at Spike. I realized that anymore defiance from me would cost this man his life. I stood up and was pulled into a Spike´s fierce grip. The vampire pulled me across the room but I had expected to be led towards the bed, not the sofa. Ow! I winced when Spike squeezed my neck tightly before sitting down.
"Crawl up," he said in short clipped tones. Trembling I sat down on the couch, as far away from the Spike as I could manage. He flashed yellow eyes at me.
"Lap," Spike snarled at me fiercely. His eyes flashed yellow and my mouth dried up in silent protest as I scooted towards him and tentatively sat in his lap.
"Lay down," Spike said. I could practically feel the tension humming through Spike´s body, the tight coil of his muscles beneath my larger frame. Spike was royally pissed. I stretched my length out, moving to rest my head in his lap, staring up at him.
"No," Spike said. "Head up that end and roll over."
I moved to sprawl across Spike´s lap with my hips resting just off of his thighs. I jumped slightly when I felt one hand rest firmly against the back of my head and the other against my bottom. Suddenly, I had a very bad feeling about this.
"Uh, Spike whaahh–!"
CRACK!
I cried out, more in surprise than pain and my head flung up instinctively against the grip of Spike´s hand at the first sharp slap of his palm across my buttocks. My ass stung and like a little kid I reached back, trying to protect myself.
"Move yer hands," Spike said.
"I´m sorry," I pleaded frantically, not moving my hands. I couldn´t believe Spike wanted to spank me. "I´m sorry, I won´t do it again."
"Move your hands," Spike repeated, enunciating each word clearly.
I flushed bright red, jerking my hands away from my bottom to clench into fists at my sides. My entire body tensed, as I lie waiting for the next slap. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. I gritted my teeth. I couldn´t believe I was going to do this.
"Get on with it." I demanded. "I´m sick of waiting for––" Crack! I inhaled sharply as Spike´s hand connected with my flesh. Tears stung my eyes as a series of strong swings connected. It stung but wasn´t nearly as bad as the humiliation that burned through me.
"Why are ya here Pet?" Spike asked.
"Cause you didn´t know better than to make a wish on the Hellmouth!" I snapped back, not thinking.
Spike chuckled at me. He chuckled! Four more smacks landed against my cheeks. Even though I knew what was coming, several times my body jumped in surprise. Damn vampire. He was doing this to make a point rather than actually hurt me. His blows stung but were nothing worse than what my parents dished out when I had been a kid.
"Why are you being punished, Pet? Spike asked.
"Cause I didn´t listen to you," I admitted hurriedly, hoping he´d stop. "I didn´t do what you wanted me to."
Spike sighed above me, then rained more slaps against my bottom. I squirmed in his lap as each blow hit. Ow! Yeah, that stung. Spike stopped and I panted into the cushions of the couch, trying to catch my breath. He was hitting me in exactly the same spot each time, one cheek and then the other.
"Turn yer head to the side, Pet," Spike said. I listened to him right away and was relieved to find I could breathe easier this way.
"I´m sorry, sorry Spike," I gasped. "I´ll listen, I promise. I said I would before and I will now. I´m sorry." I was too. I had expected Spike to take his anger out on me. I had never thought my misbehavior would endanger someone else.
"Nice ta know Pet, but it´s not why yer being punished."
That´s not why? Shit. Then why was I sprawled across his lap, getting spanked for the first time in almost ten years?
"Why Pet?"
"I don´t know," I said. I didn´t even think before I answered, stunned by the question.
I whimpered as Spike spanked me again, crying out at the sharp sting of the last blow. I drew in short shuddery gasps. Sniffling back the tears of humiliation burning my eyes and throat. What the hell did he want?
"Well, Pet?" Spike asked. His hand lifted off of my head and ran down my spine, rubbing circles in the small of my back. The other hand, which was totally pissing me off, petted over my buttocks, before drifting down to play with my balls. Oh god. Spike was hard. I could feel his erection pressing up into my belly.
"Pet?" Oh. Spike was waiting for an answer. I couldn´t believe after all this I still had to confess to Spike. Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed the unconscious form of Spike´s snack. I swallowed down my fear.
"Because... because I lied to you," I said.
"Lied ´bout wot Pet?" Spike asked, his hands still caressing me.
God! I can´t believe he was gonna make me say it. Out loud.
"I lied... when I said I don´t want you touching me," I whispered, wondering if my face was as red as my ass. Pretty sure it was coming close.
"S´not why, Pet," Spike said. I barely had time to register that when a fresh volley of smacks landed against my tender flesh. The slapping stopped, and my harsh panting filled the void.
"Figure it out yet?" Spike asked.
No, I hadn´t. I was trying to remember what I had said to him, what I had done. All I could think of was lying to him, disobeying him when I promised that I would do what he said, as long as he stayed. Right now, I could barely remember being that desperate for Spike´s company. Spike laid another sharp slap against my bottom.
"I´m sorry, I´m sorry," I cried out. "Stop hitting me! I don´t know. I don´t–"
"Yer scar Pet," Spike asked, as his hand rubbed over my simmering buttocks. "What does it mean?"
"Your claim," I choked out. "Means I´m your Pet." Spike growled low at that statement, the hand on my head combed through my sweaty hair, while his other ran over my body. Was that what this was about? His claim! He wasn´t mad about the other stuff? Vampires were weird. My body went limp when I finally figured out what Spike was mad about. Thank god! No more spanking.
"You´re mad cause I said I don´t want to be your Pet," I said limply.
"Yeah, Pet," Spike said. "Warned you not to piss me off and whaddya do? Reject my claim on ya. Sit up."
I winced at the thought. I didn´t really want to try that. Not after Spike spent the past few minutes letting his hand become intimately acquainted with my bottom.
"Er, do I hafta?" I asked pleadingly.
"Sit up," Spike repeated. I sighed. I guessed that that was a yes. I rose up to my knees then crawled backward before sitting at the end of the couch. Tenderly, I set my bottom against the cushions, my eyes widened in surprise when it didn´t hurt nearly as much as I expected.
"Christ, Whelp," Spike said, standing up. "You act as if I´d really walloped ya."
"Yeah, well, my dignity took quite a beating just now, even if my ass didn´t," I replied smartly, before my fearful gaze shot up, meeting Spike´s mocking blue eyes.
"S´the point, innit, Pet?" Spike smirked at me as he walked toward the door.
I blushed at his comment. If Spike meant to embarrass me he was doing a stellar job of it. I shifted against the cushions, because my bottom still stung even if it didn´t really hurt. I glanced up when I heard Spike speaking to the minions again. The stooge crew quickly entered the room and hefted the unconscious form off of the floor, walking out with him. Spike closed the door behind him and turned to face me. His face no longer marred by bloodstains. Right now, the look on his face screamed predator and, except for myself, the only other prey had just been removed from the room.
"Spike, uh, hey," I brought my knees up toward my chest, pushing myself into a corner of the couch. "You´re not still mad at me, uh, are you?" I squeaked out the question as Spike stalked toward me.
"Told ya weeks ago not to piss me off, Pet" Spike spoke as he moved closer to me. "An´ we had a deal tonight, I stay an´ you obey me," Spike stood before me, wearing his nudity like an Armani suit. "Quick like with no complaints." I arched back against the sofa as Spike leaned down, invading my space.
"I´m sorry," I said again. I didn´t know what else to say.
"C´mere Pet," Spike leered, as he sat down on the couch patting his lap, "and show me just how sorry you are."
My jaw fell open before I closed it with a snap. Oh fuck. Once again, I´d gotten myself into a serious predicament. What did Spike want me to do? I slowly crawled over toward the vampire. My mind raced frantically wondering if I could talk Spike out of whatever he was planning, hopefully without pissing him off. I looked at his lap, stalling.
"Er, which–" I began.
"Facing me, Pet," Spike interrupted.
I swung my leg over his thighs and settled down, as far away from his groin as I could safely sit. His skin felt cool against my still warm bottom. Unconsciously, I moved froward, into the relief the sensation offered. Not wanting to look at Spike, I looked down only to see my own limp dick and Spike´s towering erection staring back at me. I gulped, looking over at the wall, the cushions of the couch, over Spike´s shoulder. Wasn´t he going to do something?
"That´s it?" He asked, shaking his head. "That´s how sorry you are?"
"I am!" I protested, jerking back to look at him. "I just... don´t know what you want." I finished lamely. I had expected Spike to take the lead and start something, while I tried to babble my way out of it.
"Yer bright, Pet," Spike snorted at me. A cool finger traced the length of my soft penis, before falling away. "Can always go back to yer first lesson, eh?"
I looked at Spike. The vampire wasn´t touching me, wasn´t helping me get hard. I wasn´t going to complain if Spike planned on keeping his hands to himself. I reached down and grasped my cock in my own hand, startled when Spike grabbed my forearm.
"Not allowed to touch yerself Pet," Spike said. "Not ever, not without my permission." I looked up into Spike´s face. He couldn´t be serious, but he looked serious. No smirk or smile crossed his features. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Spike, can I–"
"No," Spike said.
"No? How do you expect me to–?"
"Necessity Pet," Spike smirked at me. "Mother of invention an´ all that bollocks."
Spike stretched his arms overhead before dropping his hands down to the outsides of my thighs. He was careful not to touch me. Fine, whatever. I didn´t need to touch myself to get hard and I sure as hell didn´t need Spike to get me hard either. I closed my eyes and thought of Anya. I sucked pensively on my lip and dropped my head toward my chest as I remembered sex with my ex–fiancée. My cock rose slightly, but I couldn´t focus. Spike´s stare was as physical a contact as my ass against his thighs.
"Havin´ trouble, Pet?" Spike asked, one eyebrow arched high.
"Er, yeah, could ya not stare at me maybe?" I asked, wincing at the pleading sound of my voice.
"But yer so darn pretty to look at Pet," Spike said with a small laugh.
"I can´t touch myself," I said with a sigh.
"Nope," Spike grinned.
"And you´re not gonna help?"
Spike pursed his lips and cocked his head to one side, as if he were actually considering my question. I sighed with relief when Spike´s hand rose up to curl around my neck; this thumb rubbed against my jawline.
´Ya want my help, Pet?" Spike asked.
"Uh huh," I nodded, staring into Spike´s eyes.
"Wot d´ya want me ta do fer ya, Pet?"
Shit. I blushed, avoiding Spike´s eyes. Not again, I didn´t want to have to ask him, tell him to touch me. My body spoke for me, my torso arching against his hand as it trailed down from my neck to rest in the shallow groove between my pecs, before dropping lower to rub circles against my abdomen. Spike´s other hand lifted to massage my belly as well. I watched as Spike drew his hands over my thighs, caressing up their inner length, ghost like touches against my balls. I couldn´t help the shallow thrusting of my hips, desperate for friction against my hardening cock.
"I know wot ya want, Pet," Spike said. "I can tell. Every time I touch ya, yer heart pumps faster. An´ I can feel the blood rushin´ out to yer skin, fillin´ yer dick. Makin´ ya so bloody hot an´ hard fer me, Pet. Yer cock stands up and starts crying for my attention. For me touch."
Spike tickled his fingers up the length of my hard on. I whimpered, trying not to press against his teasing caress. I kept my eyes closed, my hands clenched into my thighs. I wasn´t going to ask. I wasn´t going to do it, no matter how much he teased. Maybe Spike heard my mental resolution, because I hadn´t said a word and he gripped my cock firmly, stroking me. I gasped at the sensation, thrusting up into his hand once, before I could control myself. I choked on the moans of pleasure I tried to hold back. Briefly, wondering why I wasn´t supposed to enjoy this.
"Can hear ya, Pet," Spike said. "Hear yer gasps, and breathy cries and the groans ya hold back in yer throat."
A small cry of disappointment broke from my lips when Spike released my hard flesh, only to turn into a gasp when he gripped his erection along with mine. My eyes shot open when Spike stroked both of our lengths. I could feel him, his cool cock and hand pressing against me. I´d never felt anything so good.
"Can smell it on ya, Pet. Arousal and fear and want and need but above all, my claim."
I stared down in fascination as Spike´s hand jerked faster over both our cocks, now slick with our mingled pre–come. My hands gripped Spike´s shoulders and I thrust myself into his fisting hand. I was going to come. I could feel it, that sweet tension curling along the base of my spine just before...no! I whimpered, then groaned when Spike maneuvered his hand to grip the base of my cock, preventing my orgasm.
"Who claimed you, Pet?" Spike growled, still squeezing tight, even though I was no longer in danger of coming. I knew that if I looked up I´d be staring into yellow eyes.
"You did," I cried out.
"Who do you belong to?" Spike snarled.
"You Spike, I´m yours," I gasped out the words as Spike resumed stroking us faster and harder. "Your Pet." Oh god. My head dropped down to rest on Spike´s shoulder as I desperately thrust into his hand. Moaning, as Spike´s tongue licked a path along the column of my neck. I tensed, crying out as Spike´s fangs burrowed into my neck. I shuddered as I came; the thick streams of my semen burst over Spike´s fingers and the vampire suckled at me, hard. I felt Spike´s cool come spurt against my belly. Lightheaded from the blood loss and my orgasm, I collapsed against Spike, barely registering his hand against my back before I closed my eyes, welcoming the darkness.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is waking up in the bed, the covers tucked around me. My eyes felt so heavy and the heat of the fire was uncomfortably warm. Lethargically, I scissored my legs, kicking the blankets off of me, sprawling out to cool off. I tried to open my eyes, but just didn´t have the strength.
"Spike?" I whispered hoarsely, suddenly aware that I was very thirsty. I drew another breath, prepared to try again when two cool hands helped me into a sitting position.
"Here, Pet," Spike said, pressing a glass to my lips. I drank down the first glass and half of a second before I opened my eyes to look at Spike. He had his breeches on and his shirt hung open over his chest. I glanced around and noticed that the room had been cleaned and the fire was burning so hot because it had been built up while I slept. Spike watched me while I finished the water, then set the glass down before walking toward the door.
"Spike?" I whispered. He paused and looked back at me.
"Yeah?" He said.
I dropped my gaze down at the sound of that clipped word, my fingers fidgeting with the covers. I was silent for too long because Spike simply turned and headed for the door again. I blinked rapidly in the darkness, wondering if Spike would be back or if I had really fucked this up. Would it be months before I saw him again? I heard the door open.
"I´m sorry I screwed up so bad and I... I... would you still stay?"
I drew in a shaky breath and looked up at Spike, if he was going to leave I was going to watch him go. Spike stared at me briefly before closing the door again. The vampire walked across the room, sitting down on the edge of the mattress, watching me. I squirmed under his intense blue gaze and just as I opened my mouth to ask him if he were still mad at me, he spoke.
"Want me to stay, Pet?"
"Ye–yes," I stuttered.
"Dunno, Pet," Spike said. "You said you´d listen an´ ya didn´t."
"I´m–"
"Yeah, yeah," Spike said softly, his finger tracing over the pulse in my neck, "I bloody well know yer sorry."
I looked up at Spike even as my own fingers reached up to feel for his bite mark, knocking his questing digits out of my way. I didn´t notice anything.
"It´s gone already," I said.
"No, Pet," Spike said, shrugging out of his shirt, before he pulled me down to lay spooned up in front of him. Spike´s arm crossed over my waist, his fingers reached upward and stroked the non–existent bite mark on my neck. "It´s always there."
"Spike, I–"
"Hush, Pet," Spike said, squeezing me tightly before relaxing his grip. "Sleep now."
I felt secure with Spike´s body pressed against mine, his arm weighed against my side. I sighed and allowed my eyes to drift shut, letting sleep take me.
