Bloody Hell! The vampire thought. It looked like his boy was in some sort of
state of mental shock. Killed his best friend? Bugger, he'd only intended to
get rid of some of the boy's God-awful fashion disasters, not to send the boy
into a fit. He awkwardly rubbed the boy's arm. The mortal's flesh was growing
cold and clammy.
"What do you mean you killed him, Kitten? What
happened?" the vampire asked, tossing the boy’s reasonable clothing from
the bed. He then pulled the blankets over himself and his boy in an attempt to
warm the mortal.
He'd been about to rip the sodding green shirt to shreds, and
show the whelp who was boss. Then he'd heard the boy's heartbeat become
perilously irregular and his breathing coming in ragged little bursts. He'd
immediately understood that there was something seriously wrong with his boy.
"I didn't mean to," the boy pleaded. Spike didn't like
the numb timber of the mortal's voice. Without thought, he pulled the mortal's
warming body closer and let his boy take possession of the ugly piece of green
cloth. The mortal unconsciously clutched the thing closer.
"Of course not, Kitten," he soothed, running his hand
through the mortal's soft brown hair. "Tell me what happened, pet,"
he continued.
"I was holding the stake right over his heart. It was
crazy; people were running and screaming everywhere. He told me how he felt
powerful and connected to everything. This girl ran into us and then he was
gone. Dust," the human murmured, his voice more filled with pain than
Spike had ever heard it.
"One of your mates was a vampire, Kitten? How’d ‘dat
happen?" the vampire wondered idly.
"Darla," his boy answered faintly. That bitch. She was
always inadvertently buggering up his un-life. Feeds his sire a gypsy, kills
and turns his boy's best mate into a minion. The vampire wished one of the
trollop's idiotic ideas would bite her in the arse for once.
"You didn't mean it, pet," the blond tried to reassure
the mortal in his arms.
"But we went there to stop the Harvest, to kill him. Giles
he said it wasn't him. He said it was the thing that killed him," his
mortal confided shakily. Obviously the whelp had been keeping this inside for
quite a while.
"That's…" Spike began. If he told the mortal the
truth, he'd have a slave loony enough to rival Dru on his hands. As fun as
humiliating the mortal was, Spike had enough experience looking after Dru to
realize that his boy would be more manageable sane than mad.
"A load of crap," the mortal finished, giving voice to
his master's very thoughts.
"What makes you say that, Kitten?" the master vampire
asked, surprised at his pet's perceptiveness. The brunet's voice was getting
stronger, back to its usual timber. The dead tone that had worried the vampire
was gone.
"Harmony, Angel, you…” the human answered, nervously
fingering the lime green fabric he was clutching.
"Kitten, if you just compared me to the poof, I'm going to
have the pleasure of spanking your bottom again," the blond vampire
growled.
Spike relaxed a bit when he saw the corners of his boy's mouth
curl just a bit into a timid smile. The mortal seemed to be regaining some of
his color.
"No, Master, I just meant you and Deadboy and the first
vampires I every really got to know. It's usually just fight and stake. It's not
like I've ever gotten to really learn anything personal about the average
fledge. But you and Angel…well…I actually got to know stuff about you two…saw
how human-like you two would sometimes react," the mortal stated, his
voice sounded a little less shaky. Spike rubbed his hands up and down the
mortal’s back, finally reaching down to cup the mortal's rear-end. The mortal
squeaked.
"Well, the Poofter does have that pansy soul," Spike
reminded his pet.
"Yeah, but even when he lost it he still did a lot of
things that were Angel like. I mean his entire obsession with Buffy. Why would
he care about her more than anybody else? Yeah, I know she's the slayer.
“You know, Buffy once told me that when Angelus first got
turned, he killed his whole family. If who he was as mortal didn't matter, why
would he go after them?" the mortal pondered.
"Actually, Kitten, he went after his whole village as I
understood it, but I see the point you're trying to make," The blond
vampire corrected, reaching to tease his boy's sensitive entrance.
"Well, I knew Harmony when she was still alive. Let me tell
you mortal, Harmony is a lot like evil soulless Harm," the boy groused.
The vampire chuckled at his pet's opinion of his vacuous ex.
"I'll take your word for that, Kitten. The truth is that
who we were as mortals does define a big part of what a vampire becomes. When
the soul leaves the body, the memories remain, as do a person's desires and
their fears. What's different is there is no longer a conscience to answer to.
There is no more regret. Ever thought that you just wanted to snap someone’s
neck?" Spike asked. The boy nodded just laying quietly in his master's
arms, occasionally giving small gasps as his anus was teased. "Well,
Kitten, as a vampire, you would just rip that person’s throat out and feel no
guilt over the action. It’s like being absolutely free."
“So, it was still him,” the human asked sadly.
“Part of him was still there, Kitten. His demon was given shape
by what he was in life. His soul, his weakness, his conscience if you will, had
left his body.
“He was able to do all the things he’d ever dreamed of doing in
his deepest darkest fantasies. Human rules didn’t apply to him any longer. If
he wanted something he could and would just take it,” the vampire explained.
“But…” his boy began, but then thought better of it and snapped
his soft warms lips shut.
“But what, Kitten?” the vampire insisted, letting his finger
play just inside the brunet’s hole without breeching the first sphincter. His slave couldn’t help but squirm. While
his skin had grown cold a little while before, it was now almost burning hot.
“Well, vampires like to hurt things, that’s not just the absence
of a conscience is it? I mean, what if you were the kind of person who didn’t
think about hurting people? Besides, vampires will hurt people they’ve never
even met right?” his boy finally replied.
“Everyone has violent thoughts and impulses, not just vampires.
Sides, we are demonic in nature, Kitten. Our demons like violence, they feed on
it as much as on blood. Add to that that different emotions make the blood
taste different,” Spike told his boy finally leaving his opening in peace, only
to start caressing the newly shaved knackers. His slave didn’t try to flee his
touch at all.
“Different?” his boy managed to choke out.
“Yeah, Kitten. When you’re afraid or in pain, the blood becomes
sweet, when you’re aroused, it’s spicy,” the blond elaborated gently playing
with the mortal’s balls. “You feel so nice now, Kitten, all velvety and
smooth,” he added as his boy moaned softly. The mortal squirmed under his
touch, whimpering in pleasure.
“Are you feeling better, Kitten?” He finally asked his boy as
the brunet started to pant. His slave seemed to think it over, and then nodded
slowly. He would have to talk to the mortal again about this when the emotions
were not so close to the surface. He didn’t want the thing the mortal had just
revealed to continue festering until they interfered with the vampire’ s plans
for his boy again.
"Good. Wait here then. I’ll be right back,” the vampire
ordered, giving Xander’s arse a quick slap as he got out of bed.
He darted into the loo and quickly found were his boy had
stashed the baby oil. He quickly strolled back to his pet’s side, pulling the
covers off the mortal’s nude body. He reached his hand out for the shirt the
boy was still clutching. He almost reconsidered, considering how frightened the
human looked.
“I just want to put it away, pet. So it won’t get dirty. You
have my permission to keep this,” the vampire reassured the boy. I'm such a ponce! No use doing something nasty that would
shatter the mortal, not yet.
The boy looked so damned grateful, as he shakily handed the
horrible material to his master.
“Thank you, Master” his boy said gratefully.
“I’m about to give you the chance to show me your gratitude,”
the vampire replied with wicked grin. He folded the shirt carefully and set in
on one of the closet shelves.
“What do you want me to do, Master?” The boy asked his face
going a shade of pink the master vampire wasn’t sure he would ever tire of.
“I want you to caress yourself, to touch your body for me. Put
on a show for me, Kitten. Tease yourself,” the blond replied, sitting next to
his pet on the bed. “Use this. You can start where I stopped," he added,
handing the mortal the bottle of oil.
Still red faced, the mortal obeyed after only the briefest
hesitation, spreading the oil onto his right hand. He reached slowly between
his legs, cupping his balls. Spike smiled when he saw the mortal’s other hand
had reached up to fondle his sensitive tits. They were still a little bruised
from yesterday’s play, but the mortal couldn’t help tweaking his nipples.
“You like having those played with don’t you? Did it excite you
when I whipped your tits yesterday, pet?” the vampire whispered, hungrily
gazing at his boy’s aroused form. He looked the mortal intently in the eye,
silently warning him that he expected an answer.
“Yes, Master” the mortal finally gasped out.
“We’re going to pierce them someday, Kitten. They say that makes
them even more sensitive,” Spike whispered seductively. His pet was moaning.
“Stroke your prick. I want to see you wank yourself,” the
vampire ordered. He smiled as the boy
eagerly fisted his cock. The brunet was stunning like this, flushed with
arousal and beautifully erect. He watched the boy like this for quite a bit.
“I’m going to order you to stop very soon, Kitten. I know, pet.
I can smell your arousal. I know it will be hard, but you can do it for me. You
can bear this. If you’re a very good boy I may give you some relief later
tonight,” the vampire told him. He knew the mortal would soon be to the point
of no return.
“Stop moving your fist, Kitten. Hold your shaft tightly,” Spike
ordered. His pet whimpered in complaint, but obeyed. “Now run the pad of your
thumb gently over the head of your cock in slow little circles. Very good.”
“Give me your other hand,” the blond commanded. He took the
fingers of the offered hand and covered them in baby oil.
“Now use that other hand and finger-fuck yourself a bit,” he
instructed his pet. His boy wouldn’t look at him but brought his knees up and
slowly began circling his delicate little orifice with an oil-slicked finger. It
wasn’t long before one of the fingers sank into the tight passage. His boy was
moaning with need.
Spike couldn’t help it; he stroked his own hard-on through his
tight black jeans. The smells coming from his slave were driving him to
distraction. Every little groan and whimper of arousal coming from his slave
was sending waves of pure pleasure to his cock. Spike undid the front of his
jeans and gave himself a few hard strokes.
Deciding there was no
need to suffer when his pet’s sweet warm delicious mouth was empty, the blond
moved, kneeling to straddle the mortal’s face. He positioned himself so he was
still facing the lovely sight of the mortal slowly tormenting his own cock.
“I want your mouth, Kitten,” the master vampire informed his
slave, slowly brushing his leaking organ against the boy’s soft lips. He was
rewarded by a slow hesitant lick from his boy’s talented tongue. He growled in
pleasure as the boy took the tip of his member into his mouth and started
gently suckling it, all the while teasing the slit with his tongue.
He knelt; enjoying his boy’s gifted mouth. He watched the
gorgeous display before him, watched his boy unable to stop squirming as his
thumb lightly tortured his generously leaking cock. His boy was very close.
“Stop touching your penis, Kitten,” the vampire ordered. The
mortal whined in protest, but released his throbbing flesh. The vampire, his
own body burning with pleasure, managed to drag the boy's now free hand up to
his nipples. The mortal needed no instruction to start caressing and pinching
them again.
The vampire closed his eyes, taking great pleasure in the
youth's efforts. Every time the boy moaned, he would send bloody lovely
vibrations through the immortal blonde’s cock. Spike forced his eyes open and
gazed down at the body laid out beneath him. Xander was squirming
uncontrollably on the bed, still using his fingers to pleasure his snug
passage. The mortal was suckling him more strongly as his own excitement grew.
The vampire shuddered as he came in the warm shelter of his
boy's mouth. He reached down to fondly pet the brunet's sweat damp locks.
"You can stop now, Kitten," the vampire smiled. His boy was still gloriously erect. He
climbed off the boy and laid next his suddenly stiff form.
"That was good, Kitten. I'm very pleased," the blond
complemented, stroking the boy's cheek. Spike felt a twinge of bitter regret
when the boy turned his head away. Sod it didn't matter what the stupid child
thought now did it? The brunet's body was the vampire's to enjoy. What the boy
thought was of absolutely no matter.
Bloody ungrateful little git, he had a good mind to show the
little ponce how much worse his situation could be. He'd been understanding and
he'd shown the patience of a saint. He hadn't even punished the boy for the way
he'd yelled at his master.
All right, so it could be argued that the vampire had caused
that little scene, but how was the blond supposed to have known that particular
fashion disaster had sentimental value to the boy? His closet was full of that
kind of geek wear.
He hadn't bloody well intended to get the mortal in that state.
He'd just wanted to make the boy angry. The human had done an admirable job of
keeping his gob shut in spite of Spike's best efforts to make him explode. It
was bloody well frustrating.
When he'd seen the look on his pet's face, he'd stopped right
away. What did the sodding boy want - an apology? Not likely. The boy had
seemed happy enough while they'd been playing around. Spike hadn't heard him
complaining then. Well the blond had, but it had been good complaining. Why in Blazes was the boy being so pissy
now?
"Thank you, Master," his pet replied very faintly,
turning his head back towards the vampire. Spike jumped at the unexpected soft voice.
He could have been knocked down with a feather, when the boy shifted closer to
him of his own volition.