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snoggedTitle: Facing the Monster
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Spike/Xander, hints at the Xander/Buffy crush.
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; dark, kidnapping, bondage, adult language, non-consensual sexual activity, assumed underage/age of consent (Xander is likely 16 based on the show's timeline).
Word Count: 1210
Summary: What if Spike found Xander after the events of “Reptile Boy?”
Setting: BtVS, Season 2, AU of “Repitle Boy.”
Beta Crew: The amazing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.
Written for the lovelyspikesredqueen.
The room was dark, cold, and seemingly unforgiving.
His body felt strained, pulled in directions meant to exert and exhaust his muscles. His wrists were held taut above his head and his only means of connecting to the room's gravity were the tips of his toes.
He could feel the bite of the metal cuffs against his skin, the strain of the chain that held up his body weight. He could feel his nipples harden from the cruel temperature of the room.
Wasn't it like 85 degrees out today?
The one saving grace of his current predicament was knowing that the ridiculously terrible, double-G bra has vanished. But the dark, pleated skirt hadn't and his cock and balls dangled loosely beneath it – the only reminder he had of his masculinity tapping against his thigh.
He could taste the waxy lipstick the fraternity brothers had painted on his mouth, the feather-like weight of the mascara that still coated on his eyelashes. If he had a mirror, he felt he would see the powdered rouge that had been pounded into his cheeks and forehead by a frat boy who lacked a delicate touch.
"Girl's awake," a voice murmured, dark and sultry. "Is she ready to play?"
Xander's vision felt blurry – maybe drugs or head trauma or something else, but he could still recognize the pale silhouette of his captor.
"Spike," his voice cracked.
He lowered his eyes, careful not to make eye contact now that he had acknowledged the monster in the room. It would be in his nature to become petulant, defiant…but sometimes, it was easier for the possum to play dead. He experienced a memory, a flashback to the school hallway. He remembered the way Spike's fangs barely grazed his neck, the way his heart had quickened.
Oh…and that son of Deadboy made a friggin' Star Wars reference…which was not a turn-on at all. No sirree, Bob.
"Looks like you had a rough time of things, bit," Spike replied, sliding a black tipped finger across Xander's left cheek. Xander shivered under his ice-cold touch, but kept his eyes downcast. "Found you all alone in the bushes tonight- skirt hiked around your waist and bra half-unclipped. You're bloody lucky I was walking by. Who knows what awful misdeeds would have occurred if I hadn't rescued you."
"I…was wearing a robe," Xander muttered, irritation lacing his tone.
Spike leaned his head down and in, angling his face so that it was centimeters in front of Xander's nose. He licked the top of the boy's lip and Xander swallowed thickly. "Not when I found you. You were all alone in the dark…needed a Big Bad to find you."
Spikes reached down then, sneaking his hand under the skirt and grabbing hold of what he found there. Xander trembled, felt his throat go dry. Spike had the hands of a practiced expert and Xander strained against his restraints, fighting against the urge that wanted his body to move into Spike's touch.
No one had ever touched him like that before.
Sure, he’d had his fantasies that kept him occupied the nights he'd spent in his bedroom alone…
Princess Leia Organa in her startling gold bikini, collared and chained, begging for rescue from the cruel gaze of Jabba the Hut…
Lieutenant Uhura in her Starfleet uniform, Chief Communications officer, leaning over the glowing control panel for the Federation Flagship, the U.S.S. Enterprise…
Most recently, Buffy Summers, grinding her lithe body against him under the dark and shadowy lights of the Bronze….
In his fantasies, he had been the one to take control. He had been the one turning their pretty minds to goo as his tongue and fingers ravished their bodies, finding their sweet spots. He had been the one to make their eyes roll back in their heads, to make them whimper, to make them ache…
He had never surrendered control before.
It felt good…
No…
It felt bad…
Felt dirty…
Felt wrong…
Oh Fuck.
This was not how his first time – his first hand-job – was supposed to go. It wasn't supposed to be with a vampire with a tacky black leather duster. It wasn't supposed to be with a demon coaxing him to full hardness.
It was supposed to be in the janitor's closet with the pretty girl who faced the monsters and melted his heart. The girl who would drive him mad with hands of steel, biting her lip as she innocently asked him if she was doing it right.
"Stop," Xander pleaded, rattling the chains above him in the hopes of capturing Spike's attention. Spike paused after rubbing his thumb across the tip of Xander's cock. He brought the finger up to Xander's line of sight, forcing the boy to look at the glistening pre-cum that coated the digit.
Spike chuckled and nipped at Xander's earlobe with blunt, human teeth. It wasn't like their first meeting. There wasn't any grandstanding or posturing. Angel's calloused hand wasn't on the back of his neck.
For one strange and beautiful moment, it was like the world melted at the edges and Xander forgot that he was supposed to fear the monster standing before him. Xander whimpered. His ears turning red as Spike's tongue flicked across the delicate ridges. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Xander whispered.
Spike's fingers moved quickly, gripping Xander's cheeks and forcing the boy's mouth to open. He forced three fingers inside and Xander groaned, choking on the spittle that formed around the new barrier pressing down on his tongue.
"You got it wrong, boy. You don't get to say when and if this stops. I could keep you here as long as I wanted, could bring you to the brink over and over and over until you're begging me to throw you off the bloody cliff. Until you're begging me for death."
Spike's eyes twinkled and Xander caught a glimpse of feral yellow beneath the surface.
"Or I could make you like me- do this to you for an eternity. The Slayer would hunt us, but she'd never know where to look, where to find you. Three steps ahead, I could be. I could own you for eternity…"
Spike pulled his fingers out of Xander's mouth and the boy gasped for air. Spike moved his hand again, cupping Xander's balls and tugging down on them.
"Or I could leave you here, naked and aching with need under that pretty skirt. I could tell those nasty snake-worshipping ponces where to find you just so they could eat you alive."
Xander groaned. Any twisted and romantic fantasies he may have developed over the last few hours had completed vanished from his brain. This was about torture for Spike, about gaining power over the Slayer. Spike could have had anyone in these chains – Willow, Giles, Cordelia…
Either he was going to die or Spike was going to let him go.
He wasn't expecting Spike's fist to strike his temple first, however. He felt his vision go dark, his body went limp. He had a vague recollection of chains clattering to the floor.
The world was dark, but the cold was gone.
The freedom was there as well, but first he had to make his eyes open.
Then, he could work on making his legs move.
FIN.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Spike/Xander, hints at the Xander/Buffy crush.
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; dark, kidnapping, bondage, adult language, non-consensual sexual activity, assumed underage/age of consent (Xander is likely 16 based on the show's timeline).
Word Count: 1210
Summary: What if Spike found Xander after the events of “Reptile Boy?”
Setting: BtVS, Season 2, AU of “Repitle Boy.”
Beta Crew: The amazing
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.Written for the lovely
spikesredqueen.The room was dark, cold, and seemingly unforgiving.
His body felt strained, pulled in directions meant to exert and exhaust his muscles. His wrists were held taut above his head and his only means of connecting to the room's gravity were the tips of his toes.
He could feel the bite of the metal cuffs against his skin, the strain of the chain that held up his body weight. He could feel his nipples harden from the cruel temperature of the room.
Wasn't it like 85 degrees out today?
The one saving grace of his current predicament was knowing that the ridiculously terrible, double-G bra has vanished. But the dark, pleated skirt hadn't and his cock and balls dangled loosely beneath it – the only reminder he had of his masculinity tapping against his thigh.
He could taste the waxy lipstick the fraternity brothers had painted on his mouth, the feather-like weight of the mascara that still coated on his eyelashes. If he had a mirror, he felt he would see the powdered rouge that had been pounded into his cheeks and forehead by a frat boy who lacked a delicate touch.
"Girl's awake," a voice murmured, dark and sultry. "Is she ready to play?"
Xander's vision felt blurry – maybe drugs or head trauma or something else, but he could still recognize the pale silhouette of his captor.
"Spike," his voice cracked.
He lowered his eyes, careful not to make eye contact now that he had acknowledged the monster in the room. It would be in his nature to become petulant, defiant…but sometimes, it was easier for the possum to play dead. He experienced a memory, a flashback to the school hallway. He remembered the way Spike's fangs barely grazed his neck, the way his heart had quickened.
Oh…and that son of Deadboy made a friggin' Star Wars reference…which was not a turn-on at all. No sirree, Bob.
"Looks like you had a rough time of things, bit," Spike replied, sliding a black tipped finger across Xander's left cheek. Xander shivered under his ice-cold touch, but kept his eyes downcast. "Found you all alone in the bushes tonight- skirt hiked around your waist and bra half-unclipped. You're bloody lucky I was walking by. Who knows what awful misdeeds would have occurred if I hadn't rescued you."
"I…was wearing a robe," Xander muttered, irritation lacing his tone.
Spike leaned his head down and in, angling his face so that it was centimeters in front of Xander's nose. He licked the top of the boy's lip and Xander swallowed thickly. "Not when I found you. You were all alone in the dark…needed a Big Bad to find you."
Spikes reached down then, sneaking his hand under the skirt and grabbing hold of what he found there. Xander trembled, felt his throat go dry. Spike had the hands of a practiced expert and Xander strained against his restraints, fighting against the urge that wanted his body to move into Spike's touch.
No one had ever touched him like that before.
Sure, he’d had his fantasies that kept him occupied the nights he'd spent in his bedroom alone…
Princess Leia Organa in her startling gold bikini, collared and chained, begging for rescue from the cruel gaze of Jabba the Hut…
Lieutenant Uhura in her Starfleet uniform, Chief Communications officer, leaning over the glowing control panel for the Federation Flagship, the U.S.S. Enterprise…
Most recently, Buffy Summers, grinding her lithe body against him under the dark and shadowy lights of the Bronze….
In his fantasies, he had been the one to take control. He had been the one turning their pretty minds to goo as his tongue and fingers ravished their bodies, finding their sweet spots. He had been the one to make their eyes roll back in their heads, to make them whimper, to make them ache…
He had never surrendered control before.
It felt good…
No…
It felt bad…
Felt dirty…
Felt wrong…
Oh Fuck.
This was not how his first time – his first hand-job – was supposed to go. It wasn't supposed to be with a vampire with a tacky black leather duster. It wasn't supposed to be with a demon coaxing him to full hardness.
It was supposed to be in the janitor's closet with the pretty girl who faced the monsters and melted his heart. The girl who would drive him mad with hands of steel, biting her lip as she innocently asked him if she was doing it right.
"Stop," Xander pleaded, rattling the chains above him in the hopes of capturing Spike's attention. Spike paused after rubbing his thumb across the tip of Xander's cock. He brought the finger up to Xander's line of sight, forcing the boy to look at the glistening pre-cum that coated the digit.
Spike chuckled and nipped at Xander's earlobe with blunt, human teeth. It wasn't like their first meeting. There wasn't any grandstanding or posturing. Angel's calloused hand wasn't on the back of his neck.
For one strange and beautiful moment, it was like the world melted at the edges and Xander forgot that he was supposed to fear the monster standing before him. Xander whimpered. His ears turning red as Spike's tongue flicked across the delicate ridges. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," Xander whispered.
Spike's fingers moved quickly, gripping Xander's cheeks and forcing the boy's mouth to open. He forced three fingers inside and Xander groaned, choking on the spittle that formed around the new barrier pressing down on his tongue.
"You got it wrong, boy. You don't get to say when and if this stops. I could keep you here as long as I wanted, could bring you to the brink over and over and over until you're begging me to throw you off the bloody cliff. Until you're begging me for death."
Spike's eyes twinkled and Xander caught a glimpse of feral yellow beneath the surface.
"Or I could make you like me- do this to you for an eternity. The Slayer would hunt us, but she'd never know where to look, where to find you. Three steps ahead, I could be. I could own you for eternity…"
Spike pulled his fingers out of Xander's mouth and the boy gasped for air. Spike moved his hand again, cupping Xander's balls and tugging down on them.
"Or I could leave you here, naked and aching with need under that pretty skirt. I could tell those nasty snake-worshipping ponces where to find you just so they could eat you alive."
Xander groaned. Any twisted and romantic fantasies he may have developed over the last few hours had completed vanished from his brain. This was about torture for Spike, about gaining power over the Slayer. Spike could have had anyone in these chains – Willow, Giles, Cordelia…
Either he was going to die or Spike was going to let him go.
He wasn't expecting Spike's fist to strike his temple first, however. He felt his vision go dark, his body went limp. He had a vague recollection of chains clattering to the floor.
The world was dark, but the cold was gone.
The freedom was there as well, but first he had to make his eyes open.
Then, he could work on making his legs move.
FIN.
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on 2016-06-03 01:48 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2016-06-03 09:51 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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on 2016-06-03 05:01 pm (UTC)*points up* What she said! I can't believe that Spike just let Xander go! There has to be more to his actions, and this story! *peeks under Xander's skirt for it*
Thanks for sharing this!
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on 2016-06-03 09:52 pm (UTC)As I said above, I wanted to leave the ending ambiguous on purpose. It seemed...more fun. ;)
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on 2016-06-03 07:09 pm (UTC)And things got hot there for a minute, Cheers!
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on 2016-06-03 10:50 pm (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2016-06-04 11:30 am (UTC)(Xander is likely 16 based on the show's timeline)
Xander: That's for the makeup! (punches again, knocking him out) And that's for the last sixteen and a half years!
"16 and a half," an indignant Xander huffs. :D
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on 2016-06-05 03:53 am (UTC)That's basically how we all feel about Spike :)
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on 2016-06-05 02:06 pm (UTC)Thank, hunny!
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