There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (45/?)

[stillrose]

Title:There’s Always a Sneer in Vegas (45/?)
Fandom: BTVS; Spike/Xander
Warnings: Slash, AU, Post Apocalyptic, violence, non-con, slavery, tentacles,
Rating:NC-17
Summary: It’s been seven years since Angelus killed Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Seven years after Angelus opened a portal to hell on Earth. Humans are food, slaves or on the run. There’s hope only in small band of resistance fighters. However, that’s a hope Xander Harris no longer has. It’s been six months since he was taken in a raid. At first Xander thought he was lucky the demons didn’t know who he was; but then that was before he became property to an Azora demon.

As always: Feedback makes my heart go pitter-patter.

UNBETAED

Sorry this is so late! Happy Holidays!

Previous parts here.

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“He has passed the Turning Point, m’lord,” they said in unison. “The Norjub will now heal all.”

Spike nodded and waved them out. He looked at Lorne.

“Spike…” Lorne began.

“You did good, green bean,” Spike said tiredly. “See the Pocklas take care of Clem and his kitten, yeah?”

“And you?” Lorne asked pointing to Spike face. Spike turned and looked at Xander whose color was already beginning to improve.

“I’m gonna be fine, Lorne. Better’n fine.”

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“I still can’t believe you broke his paw!” Xander said for the umpteenth time as he ran a hand down Ante’s back. The kitten stretched and purred. It moved its bound paw awkwardly.

“Oi!” Spike said as he rolled his eyes, “Already said I’m sorry. Wasn’t personal. Was a bit balmy at the time. ‘Sides ‘e gave as good as he got. Shoulda seen my eye!”

“Uh huh,” Xander replied and looked suspiciously at Spike.

“I give up,” Spike said as he threw up his hands and moved away from the bed. “I’m goin’ ta fetch yer din.”

“Don’t forget some tuna for Ante.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Spike said drily as he left the room. He paused at the doorway and watched his pet. Xander was smiling at the kitten. Spike smiled. Xander had come a long way in the three days since he’d “died.”

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The first day had been spent with Spike just silently watching Xander breathe except when it was time to change his pet’s bag and catheter. Spike had actually smiled at the strong smell and steady output of urine Xander was excreting. It meant he was getting better.

Lorne had made one feeble attempt to get Spike to leave Xander but had given it up before he got more than two words out of his mouth.  Spike’s body language said it wasn’t going anywhere until Xander woke up.

“Ante’s going to be OK,” Lorne finally said instead.

“Hmm?” Spike replied never taking his eyes off his sleeping pet.

“Seems the blood he was trailing was yours.”

Spike laughed. “Sure there ain’t such things as Primal Kittens?”

“You did break his paw though,” Lorne continued. Spike had looked away from Xander then and at the green demon.

“Xan’s not going ta be happy about that,” Spike said softly.

“Pocklas are taking care of him as you ordered,” Lorne said. “They’ve bound his paw and he seems to be getting around just fine on three legs.”

“And Clem?”

“Bruised but otherwise OK. He’d like to see Xander.”

Spike nodded and replied, “Yeah. That’ll be good. Short visit. Kitten can stay though. Might as well let them convalesce together.”

Lorne arched an eyebrow at that.  “You think the kitten’s going to like you any better now?

“No…but we might as well get used ta each other. Make peace. Seems the brat cat likes Xan and any beastie willing to face an out of control vampire to protect Xander…well…”

Lorne laughed at that and replied, “Careful, lemon drop. Your s…”

“Lorne,” Spike had growled.

Lorne laughed again and replied, “I’ll let Clem know.”

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The second day Spike had been reading more of Ivanhoe to Xander when he’d felt like he was being watched by more than just the malevolent yellow-green eyes of the kitten which had planted itself next to Xander and hadn’t moved except to visit the litter box. Spike and it had worked out a truce. Spike didn’t touch the kitten and the kitten didn’t swat Spike. They both slept curled around Xander.

Spike looked at Xander and found wide brown eyes staring at him.

“Xander?” Spike whispered just as the wards in the room caused the sounds of bells of chiming.

Spike, Xander thought and blinked.

“Pet,” Spike said softly, “try and say something.”

Xander’s eyes went wide. He swallowed then nodded.

“D..did I die?” Xander forced out as croak. His eyes grew wider at the sound of his own voice and his hand reached for Spike’s.

“Almost,” Spike smiled as he clenched Xander’s hand.

Liar, Xander thought and then remembered to speak. “Liar.”

“Oi!” Spike chuckled.

Xander’s brow furrowed. “Y..you were yelling at me,” he’d said in a voice growing stronger.

“You were trying ta leave me,”

Xander snorted, “Wouldn’t get far.”

Spike smiled and then bent down to kiss the tip of Xander’s nose.

“And don’t ya forget it,” Spike whispered.

“L..like you’d let me,” Xander said as the Pocklas had entered the room.  Spike withdrew a bit but he’d never released Xander’s hand. He let the demon healers examine Xander and reassured Xander as they did.  They removed the catheter and bag as well as the IV.

When the Pocklas had finished checking Xander they’d bowed and looked at Spike. “He has healed, m’lord,” they’d said.

“Good,” Spike had said.

“And he’s thirsty,” Xander had interjected.

Spike and the Pocklas both looked at Xander. What? Xander thought then added, “M’lord..er ..lords.”

Spike rolled his eyes. Boy needs ta learn a new set of manners now he’s got his voice back, Spike thought.

“Ice chips for now, m’lord,” the Pocklas said ignoring Xander. “If your Pet does not display any signs of distress from the chips then broth in a few hours.”

“Oh no…not back to a liquid diet!” Xander had groaned. “Please! Let me go back to being half dead.”

“Xander!” Spike warned.

“What?”

“Quiet!”

“Wh…?”  Xander hadn’t been able to finish his statement before Spike put his hand over his mouth. The vampire looked at the Pocklas.

“You’ve done well. Take your reward from the stables,” Spike ordered.

The Pocklas bowed low and left.  Spike looked at Xander who was glaring at him.

“We need ta talk about when Pets talk, when they don’t talk and how they talk, pet,” Spike said.

Xander rolled his eyes. Great! He’d thought. Gag me now.

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“Fetching lunch again?” Lorne asked.

Spike whirled around to see the green demon holding out a tray and looking amused. “What would your denizens say?”

“Nuthin’ if they wanted to keep all their fingers and toes…not to mention their head,” Spike growled.

Lorne laughed and held out the tray to Spike.

“Did ya get the tuna?” Spike asked.

“And the grilled cheese sandwhich and tomato soup for Xander.”

Spike nodded as he reached for the tray.

“You did good, lemon drop,” Lorne said as Spike took the tray.

“I got lucky,” Spike argued.

“Luck didn’t bring Xander back.”

“Neither did I,” countered Spike.

“You have more to do with him being here then you realize,” Lorne said.

Spike snorted and turned toward the bedroom door. Lorne rushed around and opened it wide for him.

“Din’s ready,” Spike said as he strolled into the room. Lorne strolled in after him.

“Yes!” Xander said and sat up. “Please say it’s more than chicken broth!”

“How about tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwhich?” Lorne asked.

“Lorne,” Xander replied with a big grin. “I think I love you!”

Spike couldn’t stop the snarl that escaped his lips. He flashed golden eyes at Xander.

“Spike?” Xander asked nervously. What’s eating blondie? He wondered.

“Uh, Xander that…” Lorne tried to interject.

“I’m your Master, pet. You don’t express affection toward any other demon! Got that!” Spike said as he slammed the tray down next to the bed.

“It’s just an expression,” Xander argued. “It doesn’t mean anythin…”

“’I love you’ always means something!” Spike said before storming out of the room.

Xander looked at Lorne. Lorne sighed and moved to the tray. He uncovered it. A good deal of the soup had spilled but not all of it. Lunch was salvageable. He took the small bowl of tuna and put it on the floor by the bed. Then he lifted a now wide awake Ante off the bed and set him on the floor by the tuna. The kitten glared once at the door where Spike had exited before turning his attention toward the flaky fish.           

“Lorne?”

“Xander, now that you can talk you have to becareful about what you say,” Lorne said covering for the real reason fueling Spike’s anger. Once again he didn’t need to be an empathy demon to know how Xander’s casual ‘I love you’ thrown at Lorne had hurt the romantic and deeply besotted master vampire.

Xander sighed, “I know. Spike gave me the lecture, complete with the promises of dire punishments.”

“Do you know, Xander? Do you really? I’ve yet to hear you address him as ‘Master’ or you to call me ‘sir’.”

“B…but we’re alone in the suite!” Xander argued. “It’s just us.”

“So you think that really makes a difference? You think creating a bad habit in the suite is going to help you on the casino floor?”

“Spike doesn’t seem to mind.”

“Spike’s still getting over how close he came to losing you. He’s being overly indulgent,” Lorne said and held out the half empty bowl of soup to Xander.

“Well if he doesn’t care why shou…” started to say as he accepted the bowl.

“Because I care about both of you,” Lorne said interrupting Xander. “I don’t want to have to see him punish you severely for behavior he could be correcting now.”

“He wouldn’t!”

“He would…should…and will have to!” Lorne insisted. “You know that.”

Xander fell silent and slurped up a few spoonfuls of soup. He didn’t want to admit Lorne was right, but he knew he was. If Xander behaved badly on the casino floor, Spike would have to punish him. Why does this seem to get harder instead of easier? Xander thought.

“I can’t,” Xander whispered.

“Can’t what, pet?”         

Red and brown eyes swirled toward the bedroom door where a much more composed Spike stood staring at Xander. The vampire’s blue eyes were fixed on Xander.

“What can’t you do, pet?”  Spike asked. He was barely in control of his demon from Xander’s earlier slip but if Xander had more adjustment problems he had to know. Lorne was right. He’d been over indulgent and he had to stop, for Xander’s sake.

Xander closed his eyes and pushed the bowl away. “Finish this.”

“Liar,” Spike said as he entered the bedroom.

“Spi…”Lorne began.

“Tell the truth, pet, before I lay stripes to ya,” Spike ordered.    

“How do you know I’m not?” Xander asked.

“You lookin’ to mar that pretty new skin so soon?”

“Spike…” Lorne tried again.

“You got until the count of three and I’m startin’ at two, pet,” Spike warned.

“Fine! You wanna know the truth you bleached bully?” Xander yelled.

Lorne hissed in concern and looked at Spike. Spike face was unreadable.

“It’s the master thing, OK? I don’t think…no...I know there’s no way I’m going to be able to call you Master…at least not without a ‘menace,’ ‘moron,’ or ‘meathead’ afterward.”

“Spike…” Lorne started to say.

“Out!” Spike ordered, “and take the creature with you!”

“Lemon dro…” Lorne tried again.

“OUT!”

Shit! Xander thought as he stared at Spike. The vampire was rigid but his eyes were solid gold. Why or why did I have to get my voice back? Xander wondered as Lorne scooped up a hissing Ante and headed for the bedroom door.

“I’ll let you know when I want to be disturbed,” Spike yelled as Lorne exited the room and then the suite.  Xander put his soup bowl back on the tray.

“Spike…” Xander began.

“Shut it!” Spike warned.

“So…I’m Master Menace…Moron…Meathead?” Spike asked.

“That’s not what I said…” Xander argued.

“But it’s what you thought.”

“Hey there’s no crime against thinking!”

“You sure about that, pet? This isn’t your world anymore. Lots of demons read mind.  Even spells for that,” Spike said.

Xander paled for a moment.  “Spike…”

“What else, pet?” Spike asked as he moved closer to the bed.

“Huh?”

“What else …Master Mutant? Is that one of those thoughts?”

“Maybe…I don’t know!”

“You don’t?” Spike growled as he grabbed hold of the covers and yanked them away from Xander.  Xander was stretched out naked on the bed.

“Hey!” Xander yelled. “Is that your answer for every…”

Spike’s hand wrapped around Xander’s throat silenced his protest quickly. Spike’s hand merely rested around Xander’s throat but the message was clear.

“Pets speak when spoken to. If they have something to say they ask permission to speak,” Spike snarled.

Fine! Xander thought and snapped his fingers loudly.

“No! Not interested in what you have to say at the moment, Pet,” Spike said.

Xander glared at Spike.  I hate you, he thought.

“Hands above your head,” Spike ordered.  Xander narrowed his eyes but obeyed. Spike snorted and unwrapped his hand from Xander’s throat.

“Keep still,” Spike ordered then moved to open the drawer of the nightstand. He dug around and a few moments later pulled out a set of soft leather cuffs attached to a chain.  Before Xander could move or protest Spike had the cuffs secured snuggly around Xander’s wrists. Then he looped the chain around a slot in the headboard pulling Xander’s arms above his head. Spike locked the chain in place and looked at Xander.

Xander glared at Spike. This isn’t helping, SPIKE, Xander thought.

“This isn’t a punishment,” Spike said as he began to strip. “This is a lesson.”

Goody, Xander thought, a lesson in why I should never trust a vampire or let my guard down around a demon.

Xander tried not to look at Spike once the vampire was completely nude. As angry as he was at the master vampire, he still couldn’t deny the attraction he’d developed for Spike. Just the promise of Spike’s nude and lithe body stretched out on top of his had Xander’s skin humming with a need he really wanted to deny at the moment.

“Eyes on me, pet,” Spike ordered as he climbed up on the bed.

Xander let out an exaggerated sigh and focused on the blond vampire. He couldn’t help but bite his lip. Ghods Spike was a beautiful creature. He was lean and hard muscles and he moved like he was sex incarnate.

Should have been an incubus, Xander thought as he couldn’t help but let his eyes trace the lines of Spike’s pelvic muscles down to the sandy brown curly thatch that framed the long penis that was a hard as the rest of the vampire but sheathed in the softest silkiest skin.

As Xander stared at Spike’s cock it began to rise and grow. Xander licked his lips and was mildly disappointed. They weren’t as silky as the skin on Spike’s penis. Xander curled his hands into fists.

Spike leaned his head back and breathed deep. He loved the scent of his boy. He drank in the air soaked with the release of Xander’s pheromones. Whatever the situation between them when they stripped it all down to skin there was always this mad singing of the flesh for which Spike was eternally grateful.

“Spread yer legs,” Spike softly ordered.

Xander’s eyes flew back to focus on Spike face. What’s Spike going to do? Xander wondered.

“Spike…?” Xander began.

“One more word without permission,” Spike warned, “and I will gag you.”

Xander snapped his mouth shut and looked at Spike.

“Spread’em, pet.”

This time Xander obeyed. He spread his legs wide and Spike crawled up between them. Then he leaned over Xander bracing himself with his hands on either side of Xander’s head.  He smiled and sniffed the air.

“You want me, Xan,” Spike said.

Xander shook his head. Spike laughed and then leaned down and began to nibble on Xander’s neck. Xander braced himself to be bitten. Spike felt the tension and hummed against Xander’s skin sending dancing tendrils of awareness down Xander’s spine.

“Not gonna bite ya tonight,” Spike murmured against Xander’s skin as he continued to tease and taste the side of Xander’s neck.  Xander focused on breathing normally.  Spike trailed his kisses around to the base of Xander’s throat.  Xander let his head fall back and Spike teased the hollow there before sliding his sinful lips up to cover Xander’s Adam’s apple.

Xander gasped and dug his fingernails into his palms.  Spike hummed against the lump in Xander’s throat.  Xander chocked back a moan.

Spike sat back on his heels. Xander’s skin was flushed and his cock was more than half hard. The tip was beginning to peek out from the new foreskin. Brown eyes blazed defiance, denial and want.  Spike trailed finger tips lightly down the inside of Xander’s forearms. Xander bit his bottom lip and then almost arched off the bed when Spike trailed those same fingertips lightly down Xander’s side.

The vampire smiled at the squirming human in his power and thrall. He leaned down and began to suck and tease Xander’s right nipple while his fingertips plucked and lightly twisted Xander’s left nipple.  A moan escaped Xander even as he shook his head frantically trying to deny what Spike was doing to him. Spike curled his tongue around the peak of flesh and lapped at it like it was the sweetest candy.

Xander’s breath was ragged now.  His moved his legs restlessly and the brushed against Spike. Spike reveled in the heat pouring off his pet. He lifted his mouth away from the nipple he’d been enjoying and looked at Xander’s face.  Xander’s eyes were closed in his battle to feel more and deny all. Spike pinched Xander’s left nipple.

“Eyes on me,” Spike reminded Xander.

Xander eyelids flew open and he locked gazes with Spike.

Spike,  Xander’s silently mouthed.  Spike grinned and tugged on Xander’s nipple again.

“Gonna get ya pierced again,” Spike said.

Xander shook his head. No, he thought.

“Yes,” Spike argued as he now lightly stroked the abused nipple. “Yer mine. Need ta make sure yer marked.  Gonna pierce your ear and nip again.”

Xander half sighed and half moaned. Fine! He thought. Can we just get on with this?

Spike chuckled and then leaned down again. This time he traced the lines of Xander’s muscles in a slow sensuous exploration with his tongue. He let the muscles guide him down to the thick thatch of dark curly hairs that made a bed for his pet’s thick and heavy cock which was hard and leaking.

Xander tugged at his restraints as Spike sniffed hungrily where Xander’s scent was strongest.  FUCK! Xander silently screamed in Spike ran the tip of his tongue over the tip of Xander’s cock licking up the sweet juices leaking there.

Spike wondered if Xander was aware of the little mewling sounds he was making. He enjoyed them almost as much as he enjoyed the taste of his pet. Gonna Claim ya good, Xan, Spike thought. Not tonight…but soon.

Spike shifted down and used his hands to spread Xander’s leg open more. He began to lick at the juncture where leg met ass. Xander hissed in shock, need and surprise. His eyes focused on Spike. Spike licked again and looked at Xander. Then with a twinkle in his eye he urged Xander to lift his leg.

Xander paled for a moment. What did Spike want?

“Pet,” Spike said softly. “Lift up.”

Xander swallowed and lifted his leg. Spike smiled hungrily and then began to kiss the exposed curve of Xander’s left ass cheek. Xander sucked air greedily as his body flushed with a fiery need and overwhelming sensation. He panted as Spike laved, kissed and lightly bit his ass. Meanwhile Spike’s thumb was lightly stroking the crease of Xander’s ass creating a whirling aching need that went straight to his leaking cock.

“Lift yer other leg, pet,” Spike ordered.

Huh? Xander thought.

“Gonna open ya up,” Spike said as he urged Xander’s right leg up.

Open me up? Xander thought in a slight panic. He looked at Spike nestled between his legs kissing and stroking his ass. Spike raised his eyes. His blue eyes were hungry with need but they flashed reassurances at Xander.

Xander lifted both his legs and bent his knees.  He panted. His hands were bound above his head. He was fully exposed and vulnerable before Spike.

“Yer so incredible, Xander,” Spike whispered before began to explore the tender flesh on Xander’s right ass cheek.  Again Spike explored Xander’s newly exposed flesh.  Both of his thumbs were now tracing the crease of Xander’s ass and with each pass they eased the flesh a little wider apart until Xander felt cool air dancing over hot and usually hidden skin.  He moaned.  Spike hummed and began to kiss his way to this new area of tender flesh.

“Sp…” Xander nearly called out the vampire’s name. He stopped himself and let out another moan as Spike’s soft lips gently touched his puckered skin.

“Gonna taste ya, Xan,” Spike whispered just before his tongue snaked out and lapped at Xander’s pink hole.

Xander screamed and tugged on his restraints.

“Shh,” Spike murmured against Xander’s sensitive skin before he resumed kissing and tasting his pet. Xander moaned and panted. There was no thought of denial or shame. He was raw feeling as Spike laved and adored his little hole.

“My pet, my good sweet pet,” Spike whispered as his thumbs rubbed circles around Xander’s pucker opening it up just a little. Spike tongue quickly returned to its task of tasting Xander. It began to work and burrow its way inside Xander’s whole sending sparks of pleasure and need up through Xander’s nervous system.

Xander began to pant, “Please! Please! Please!” in his head.  Spike worked his tongue in deeper inside of Xander. He thrust it slowly in and out taking his time and enjoying tongue fucking his pet. He snaked an arm up and wrapped a firm hand around Xander’s cock.

Not gonna cum till I say so, Spike thought.

“You taste so good,” Spike said giving his pet a brief respite. “Could eat you out all day long.”

Xander didn’t know whether to shake or nod his head. He moaned instead and thrust his ass toward Spike.  Spike laughed.

“Eyes on me,” Spike said.

Xander watched Spike as he slid his middle finger into his own mouth. He began to finger fuck his own mouth and Xander’s own mouth watered for a taste of the digit.  Spike smiled and swallowed his finger down to its base. Then he eased it out. Xander could see it was well coated with saliva.

Spike bent his head again. Once more he began to work his tongue in and around Xander’s hole. Xander arched and pulled angrily on his restraints.  FUCK! He thought desperately as he wanted…needed to cum. Then he stilled as he felt the tip of Spike’s finger at the breach of his hole. Spike’s was still eating him out but now the vampire’s finger was gently trying to burrow its way inside Xander.  Xander froze.

“Shh, pet,” Spike whispered against Xander’s pucker. “Let it happen. Let me in just a little.”

Xander continued to be frozen as Spike kissed, stroked and tongue fucked him. He could feel Spike’s finger still pressing against his hole slowly sinking inside of him and then with a gasp he suddenly felt his ring give way and Spike’s finger slid in up to its first joint.

“That’s it, Xander,” Spike crooned as he twisted his finger gently. Sensation swept through Xander and despite the somewhat full feeling he found himself thawing. He moaned.

Spike continued to eat him out as his finger continued to twist, turn and work its way deeper.  Xander wasn’t sure when it slid to the next joint.  He only remembered feeling both full and desperately hungry for more.  He ached for Spike to be deeper inside of him. He ached for Spike’s touch. He ached to cum.  He bucked in frustration and Spike's finger slid inside all the way and brushed against Xander’s prostrate.

Xander screamed and Spike kept a tight grip on his pet’s penis.  Xander tossed his head side to side and began to buck against Spike. He began to fuck himself against Spike’s finger trying to find that sweet spot inside him again.

“Shh, pet,” Spike said as he withdrew his finger back to its first tip.

Xander moaned in protest and shook his head. He continued to try and buck against Spike. Spike held still and crooned comfort to Xander until his pet calmed down.  He didn’t blame the boy. He was also hard and ready to cum. Xander’s scent was overpowering him and the sight of Xander tied up, flushed with need, sweating and open before him had his demon raging to just fuck Xander and fuck him NOW.

Spike took an unneeded breath and calmed himself. He waited until Xander was calmer and stared at him with the expressive chocolate brown eyes he so loved to watch.

“Ya with me?” Spike asked when Xander seemed to focus on him.

Xander was panting but he nodded.  Spike smiled. Slowly he eased his finger deep back inside Xander. Xander groaned.

“Don’t move, pet,” Spike ordered.  Xander bit his lip and whimpered.

“Now I know what you need,” Spike said before quickly lapping at the tip of Xander’s cock for more of the sweet juices leaking there. Xander arched off the bed and groaned a long sound of frustration and need.

“But,” Spike said as he waited for Xander to calm down, “there’s only one way yer gonna get it.”

No, Spike, Xander thought. You fucking bastard.

“You have to say the magic word,” Spike continued.

Xander groaned and shook his head.

“Otherwise, pet,” Spike said, “I’ll leave you like this and will start over again in a few hours after you’ve had a chance to calm down. We'll keep trying until you get it right.”

You wouldn’t! Xander thought and looked at Spike. Blue eyes were bright with their own need and resolution. You would!

“So I want you to think about this, pet,” Spike said. “You get one chance. You say the magic word and I’ll make ya see stars. Ya don’t, I leave ya here trussed up here alone for a spell while all systems reset themselves. Then I’ll be back again to a give ya another go. We’ll keep doin’ it until ya get it right, yeah?”

Spike, Xander pleaded with his eyes, please…I…

“So ya ready, pet?” Spike asked as he brushed his finger against Xander’s sweet spot inside. Sparks flashed behind Xander’s eyes.

“What’s the magic word?”

Spike licked the top of Xander’s penis again. Xander groaned.

“Pet?”

Xander panted. He stared at Spike. I hate you, he thought even as he hungered for him. I hate what you can do to me.  I hate that…Oh Ghods….

“Master!” Xander cried as Spike brushed that spot inside Xander again. “MASTER!”

“YES! Xander,” Spike cried turning his tight grip on Xander’s cock into a firm stroke. “Yes, pet. I’m your Master. “

Xander screamed as Spike began to finger fuck him in earnest never missing stroking his prostate. Then Spike swallowed Xander’s penis down to its root.  Spike began to swallow letting this throat muscles milk Xander’s penis while his free hand began to caress Xander’s balls.

Xander’s world became just the overwhelming pleasure Spike was giving him. He tugged on his restraints. He arched his back. He panted and screamed.

“Master! Master! MY MASTER!” Xander cried as he began to spill down Spike’s throat. “MAAASTER!”

Spike swallowed ever drop of Xander’s seed and his demon crowed at the sound of Xander’s submission. Need and love raced through Spike and he came humping against the sheets as thoughts of My Pet…My sweet sweet Xander, rolled through his soul.

TBC…