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[Jan. 6th, 2004|03:36 pm]
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Title: The Art of Submission
Author: Brandil
Pairing: Spike/Vampire!Xander
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Squicks/Kinks: Bloodplay, BDSM, voyeurism, slash, knifeplay

Notes: This is excerpted from a much larger work called The Witch, The Warrior, and The Vampire. All you reallly need to know is Xander's a vamp, Spike didn't turn him but has been playing his sire, they're staying in Buffy's basement due to Apocalypse Madness.



Spike hung the phone up, put the whiskey bottle in the trashcan and headed for the basement door. Opening the bond between them, Spike paused at the closed door. Xander knew he was coming, and that inkling of fear disappeared, anticipation in its place. Spike pulled off his t-shirt and his belt while he walked down the steps. When he reached the bottom he toed off his Docs, with one hand he undid the button and the zipper on his jeans.

Xander was naked, lying face down on Spike’s bed, without moving or talking, just like he'd been instructed to do over an hour ago. Good boy, deserved a treat for that. Spike traced one finger up the back of Xander’s leg starting at his heel; he’d stiffened at the contact, but hadn’t moved. Spike’s finger ran lightly over thigh, buttocks, back, shoulder, neck, and when it reached hair, he grabbed a fist full of it and pulled Xander’s head up. Xander’s deep brown eyes were open but looking submissively down. Spike smiled, boy’d been listening to his demon and learning a bit about proper behavior.

“Roll over onto your back.” Without any hesitation, Xander did as he was commanded, rolling over, exposing his belly and genitals to his sire. It was the most submissive gesture Spike had ever seen Xander do and it made him hard as steel. Straddling Xander’s thighs, Spike leaned forward, hands on either side of Xander’s face, mouth hovering a hairs-width from touching. Spike waited, teetering on the edge of touching, waiting to see what Xander would do. When minutes had passed and he hadn’t so much as breathed, Spike rippled into game face. Xander followed his example less than a second after.

Spike lowered his entire body parallel to Xander’s, keeping that hairs-width between them, teasing them both. “Gonna teach you some new tricks tonight, boy, and you’re gonna learn fast, ‘cause I expect skilled reciprocation.” Spike chuckled when Xander’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s right, boy, you’re the one who gets to have all the fun, but if you move or so much as make a sound without permission, you’ll be punished. Think you can handle that?” No reaction at all came from Xander; good, the boy had some brains after all.

Still hovering above him without touching, Spike did that thing where he undulated like a wave than had made Xander’s knees turn to jelly earlier that night. He’d waited so patiently for Spike to come downstairs and give him what he needed. Naked, face down, he felt exposed but more aroused than he’d ever been. Then Spike had left the house and the first wave of doubt and fear crept into his mind. The demon inside him knew this game, it was a test. A test to see if he was strong enough to obey, to trust. So Xander had waited imagining what would happen tonight because if he fell asleep, there would be hell to pay. The temptation to touch himself had grown too great with those fantasies, so instead he thought about the battle they’d waged that night. It didn’t make his erection go away, but the desire to touch it was lessened.

Then he heard Spike come back, he walked around the kitchen and went out on the back deck and stayed there for what felt like years. With each minute that went by Xander’s uncertainty grew. Straining, he could tell Spike was talking to someone, he couldn’t hear the other voice so Xander knew he was on the phone. Xander’s frustration and fear grew with each word Spike said, but he knew if he moved one muscle it would be over. For good.

As he was about to give up hope, he felt Spike open the bond between them. His sire was coming. Relief greater than any he’d ever known crashed over him, he closed his eyes anticipation replacing fear. And now Spike was above him laying down the rules. Rules he needed. He wouldn’t move, he wouldn’t speak, he’d learn what Spike had to teach him. He nearly shot his load when he realized he was going to learn by example, but that was against the rules, in this game he couldn’t come without permission. Shifting into game face took some of the tension away; it was one less thing he had to concentrate on. Right now, his entire world was not moving, not speaking, paying attention, following the rules.

His boy was doing so well. Spike had never been good at this game, he couldn’t keep still, could never be quiet. Spike stayed hovering over Xander, never touching him with anything but his mouth, tongue, teeth, and fangs. He ran his tongue along Xander’s fangs. He cut his tongue but it didn’t matter, there was going to be a lot of blood spilled tonight, Spike teased his gums then sucked one fang into his mouth, then repeated the process on the other one. It was a sexual act that only another vampire could properly perform. Spike smiled as he felt the fangs extend even farther with his ministrations.

It was so hard not to move, so hard not to moan while Spike toyed with his fangs. He had no idea that they were an erogenous zone. When the first drops of Spike’s blood landed on his tongue, it took every bit of concentration Xander had not to moan. He felt Spike smile; it reinforced his control.

Spike shifted his attention from his boy’s fangs to his facial ridges. Using his teeth again, Spike nibbled the crest of each ridge flicking his tongue into each of the valleys. When he’d addressed each crest and valley with nibble and tongue, he alternated the nibbling with sucking, before returning his attention to the fangs.

In Xander’s mind he was writhing, moaning, thrusting against his sire. Spike was hitting erogenous zones he didn’t know existed, which was exactly the point. His sire was showing him what he liked, what he expected to be done to him. It was his job to learn.

Spike turned his attention to Xander’s neck. He traced one of his fangs from the top of Xander’s jugular to the bottom, then repeated the process several times. When he felt the blood rush to the skin he sank his teeth over the pulse point, or what would have been the pulse point, he didn’t draw blood, just applied pressure with his teeth and sucked. Slowly he worked that sucking/biting/pressure across Xander’s neck until he reached his Adam’s apple. Spike brought his tongue back into play, drawing circles around it. Like his fangs had done, the Adam’s apple stood out more with the attention. Spike lightly put his teeth just to the outside of the protrusion, just enough to hold it into place and sucked as hard as he could.

Xander’s cocked twitched helplessly against his belly; still the only point of contact between them was Spike’s mouth. He had traced fangs along his jugular before, but the thing he was doing to his Adam’s apple was insane. How could that be such a hot spot? With each sucking draw Xander’s cock twitched more. He prayed that movement didn’t count, it was involuntary. Finally Spike dragged his mouth in that sucking/biting/pressure to the neglected side of his throat and repeated the process of tracing the jugular and sucking on the pulse point.

Spike smiled with pride, Xander was being so good he really did deserve a treat. He drug his fangs down the long creamy column of neck until he found his mark. The death mark that other vampire had given him was gone, only Spike’s mark remained. He traced the scar with first one fang then the other. Xander’s body was tensing beneath his, but not moving. He was such a good boy. Spike traced the mark with one fang, drew the mark into his mouth and sucked hard enough to draw blood to the skin, then traced the mark with his other fang and sucked again. The hickey grew larger with each repetition.

His cock was twitching uncontrollably, steadily dripping pre-come onto his belly. Xander felt his entire body tighten like a bowstring, but he couldn’t/wouldn’t move. That had to be his scar Spike was working on. Anya had paid attention to it before, but it had been nothing compared to this. Slowly his awareness of his body disappeared until all he could feel, all he was, everything he would ever be, was Spike tracing, sucking the mark.

Spike took his time, using the open bond between them to time it perfectly, Spike sank his fangs directly over his mark and whispered a command, “Come.” Spike drank deeply from Xander, feeling his orgasm as if it were his own.

The bite, the first real bite Spike had given him tonight, took him to the edge and he was going to fall off, he couldn’t stop himself then he had permission and his body exploded over that edge. Xander’s mouth opened in a silent scream. With every pull Spike took of his blood, another wave of pleasure crashed through him.

Slowly, Spike withdrew his fangs from the mark laving his tongue across it to close the wound. Xander was still completely silent and still beneath him, his erection hadn’t even flagged after he’d come. Still without touching his boy with his hands, Spike got up from the bed and crossed the room.

Xander felt Spike’s absence like a physical blow, but he trusted. Trusted his sire would come back, would take care of him, would never abandon him. The demon inside knew what was going on and Xander himself had a small inkling. Tonight the boundaries of their relationship were changing. There would be nothing from Xander but trust from now on. Knowing this gave him a feeling of peace and contentment like he’d never felt before. So he continued to lie perfectly still and silent on the bed waiting for Spike’s return.

Spike rummaged through his trunk; if he was going to do this properly, Xander had to be allowed to move, but not too much. He’d often wondered why there were manacles attached to the Slayer’s basement wall, tonight he quit wondering and was thankful. He found what he was looking for and returned to the bed.

“Raise your arms above your head.” Again no hesitation. There was a rush of power in that one act. Spike was beginning to understand a little bit of Angelus’ actions. Paying attention so wouldn’t he inadvertently touch Xander, Spike frowned as he attached the manacles to each of Xander’s wrists; he wasn’t Angelus, didn’t want to be. He would bring Xander’s demon to heel in his own way, and would succeed where Angelus had never succeeded with him.

There was no way of completely securing the second set of manacles into the floor without breaking out power tools. He hooked one end to the bed frame near Xander’s feet, careful not to touch him he attached the other end to his boy’s ankles. “Raise your knees.” Again he felt that rush of power when he was obeyed. “Pull your knees to your chest.” Spike smiled to himself, there was just enough length on the chain to suit his purpose. He returned to his trunk, he needed a few more things.

On the bed, Xander lay with his knees pulled to his chest in complete and utter satisfaction. There was a voice deep inside that kept asking what the hell was he thinking, but it was growing quieter. With every action Spike took that didn’t hurt him, the soul grew more complacent with what was happening.

Spike found what he was looking for and closed his trunk. As he returned to the bed he heard the kitchen door open and two pair distinct footsteps, Anya and the Slayer. Anya immediately crossed the kitchen and came downstairs. The Slayer had stayed in the kitchen. Spike tried to ignore her presence even though it drew him like a moth to a flame, tonight was for Xander. He ignored Anya and continued his task.

Anya had felt the sexual energy like a heat wave the second she’d entered the house. She could tell from the breath that Buffy sucked in that she could too. She ignored the Slayer and headed downstairs, she’d done everything she could for the other girl. It was up to Buffy now. As she descended the steps Anya’s breath caught when she saw Xander. He looked so perfect in manacles, knees drawn up to his chest. Oh, how she wanted to play, she knew she couldn’t until she was invited, but she could appreciate it. Anya quietly settled into the only chair in Spike’s room. She drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them.

Paying no attention to Anya, Spike finally shimmied out of his jeans. “Put your legs flat on the bed.” Again that rush, he’d never get used to that. Never. After tonight, he had to be man enough to use it in a way that Xander would never grow to hate or resent him. But those were thoughts for another time. Spike had ideas, plans, shaping in his mind. He knew how he wanted to this to go, but wondered if it would be a mistake. “Spread your legs.”

Spike knelt between Xander’s legs and looked at his boy. He was still, silent, behaving perfectly. It was time to give him another reward. “You can move as much as the manacles allow you, and make sounds, but you still can’t speak, understand?” Xander nodded his head and Spike grinned. This was so much fun.

Xander turned his wrists and ankles in the cuffs, testing how tight they were, they were tighter than he liked but he could deal. He tested the chains on his arms, he could reach completely over his head, and down to his hips. He’d already discovered the range of motion for his legs. Spike had practically given him free license, he must be very pleased with his behavior. The satisfaction grew if that were possible and his soul quieted down a little more. Spike was good to him, would always be good to him. He glanced quickly at Anya, he knew it would be best to pretend she wasn’t there. Spike wanted one hundred percent of his attention, and he would get it.

With one finger Spike traced the length of Xander’s erection. Immediately he moaned and hips jerked trying to move closer to the touch. Spike traced every vein, every ridge of Xander’s cock. Each feather light touch made Xander’s erection grow. Xander watched Spike pay special attention to those ridges he only had in vampire form and thrust helplessly against the touch. His cock had never been so big or so hard in his entire life.

When Xander’s erection was as large and painful as it could be, Spike slipped the cock-ring on him. “No matter what I do to you for the rest of the night, you are not to come without permission. I put the cock ring on you to help you out, but you still have to control yourself. Understand?”

Xander nodded furiously. What was Spike going to do to him that could make him come even with the cock ring on? Xander’s body tingled from head to toe in anticipation.

Spike ghosted his fingers along Xander’s chest, tweaked nipples and continued to explore. “Remember what I said earlier, that I was going to teach you new tricks and you’d better learn fast, ‘cause I expect skilled reciprocation?”

Xander’s entire body shuddered in anticipation while he moaned his acknowledgment.

“Have you learned anything new yet?” Spike traced his mark; tonight’s bite had already faded. The boy healed fast, which brought another smile of pride to his face.

“Mmmmph.” Xander leaned into Spike’s touch, trying to get more contact, but Spike continued to deny him.

Abruptly, Spike dug his fingertips hard into Xander’s flesh and drug them down Xander’s skin, from his collarbone to his hip bone. Again Xander pushed himself into the touch; there could never be enough contact between them. Spike repeated the action until one of his ragged nails drew blood. He leaned forward, still careful not to touch and licked the blood away. Xander closed his eyes and shuddered beneath him.

The demon within him craved pain, reveled in it. He felt something cold and flat trace over his nipple. Xander’s eyes flew open, his mouth dropped in anticipation as he watched Spike lightly draw the flat side of a dagger across his skin. An act of ultimate trust and submission, the only thing that could have upped the meaning would have been if Spike had used a stake. Xander stilled beneath Spike. This wasn’t a moment to push this was a moment to trust.

Spike drew patterns on Xander’s chest and abdomen with the dagger, carefully watching his reaction. He’d stilled beneath him, but it was obvious he enjoyed what was happening. With a twist of his wrist, Spike let the sharp edge of the knife trace the patterns, careful not to break the skin. Over nipples, around his pecks, tracing his abs, then back to the center again. Slowly he drew the knife down to Xander’s hips, drawing stars just to the inside of his hip bone. Up around the cock and to the other hip, repeating the pattern. When Xander growled in frustration, Spike chuckled and traced the length of his cock, down and around the balls with the flat of the dagger.

Xander was so close to the edge he didn’t know if he could bring himself back; he growled in frustration yet again and started biting his lips, anything to distract him from the knife on his dick and his balls. The cold edge of steel made the butterflies in his stomach dance in anticipation, made the orgasm that had never stopped building at the base of his spine grow a little larger. He knew without being told this was something he’d never in a million years get to do to Spike, but he still enjoyed it and memorized exactly what was happening. It might be a skill that would come in handy some day.

Spike lay on his stomach propped up on one elbow between Xander’s legs. He was pleasantly surprised at how much Xander was enjoying the knife-play. With the flat edge of the dagger he slapped Xander’s balls. The growl that emanated from Xander’s chest at that one action, encouraged him even more. Spike slapped his balls four more times, before he twisted his wrist and used the sharp edge of the knife to trace his cock again. Up and down the length, along the sac, a slap with the flat edge, sharp edge around the sac again, up the length,a slap to the glans with the flat edge and back down again. Spike repeated the action without variation.

Xander was panting helplessly, arms tugging at the chains. God this was, it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He so desperately wanted, no needed Spike to draw blood. A growl that bordered a purr erupted from his throat, he couldn’t have stopped it if he tried. The demon was as satisfied as he’d ever been. Helplessly Xander bent his knees and twisted his ankles in circles.

It had been so long since Spike had been able to give in to his darkest desires, he was teetering on the edge of orgasm. Spike ground his hips into the bed, dragging his cock furiously against the sheets for friction. He increased the pressure just a bit and made a tiny shallow cut on the glans, another on the middle of the shaft, and finally one at the base of Xander’s cock.

Xander wanted the pain, needed to feel the knife bite into his flesh, but he had to trust Spike to give him not what he wanted but what he needed. Without any warning, he felt the knife cut his head. Xander’s eyes shot open, another cut on his shaft, his mouth opened, and a final one at the base of his cock.

In a lightning move, Spike took Xander into his mouth, for the very first time. All. The. Way. To. The. Root. He swallowed once, savoring the blood and pre-come, then licked his way back up. He studied his boy eyes wide, mouth hanging open, eyes completely dilated, such a good, good boy. He sliced a shallow cut from the tip of his cock all the way to the root. His boy arched helplessly towards the knife his body demanding more. Spike was careful not to let Xander cut himself, no matter how hard he arched. There was a steady line of blood, exactly what he wanted.

“Look at me.” Xander’s eyes flew to Spike’s but he knew his boy was blinded by painful ecstasy. Spike slapped Xander’s balls with the flat edge five times in quick succession using more force than he had before. Xander’s response was even stronger, face contorting with pleasure, arms tugging helplessly at his chains, back arching, hips thrusting searching for the edge of the blade.

Poised scant inches above his cock, Spike kept his eyes on Xander, never looking away, using all his senses and the bond between them to judge how far he could go. When the blood welled into one tiny stream and Xander was thrusting his hips in the air, Spike took pity on his boy and himself. With one thrust against the sheets Spike uttered the word they both needed. “Come.” He swallowed him to the root savoring the come and blood cocktail that flooded his mouth. Spike worked him deep in his throat milking every last bit of blood and come from his boy, his own hips finally slowing their constant thrusting, his orgasm taking the edge off.

With the whispered command Xander shattered, despite the cock ring. Control snapped, synapses fired all along his body, an orgasm unlike any he had ever had before took total control of him. He thrust instinctively into Spike’s mouth, riding wave after wave of pleasure, he tried to scream out his release, but his throat wouldn’t work. There was nothing left of him but his cock in Spike’s mouth. Finally, Xander blacked out.

Spike released the cock ring and worked Xander back up to full erection. Only to slip it back on before Xander came around. Xander gave him a dopey grin he’d seen but never been on the receiving end of before. Spike’s chest expanded with love for his fledge. Using two fingers on each side of his penis, Spike laved the tiny cuts until they closed completely.

Xander stared in blissed-out ecstasy as Spike licked him again and again. He had no strength left to thrust against him, and he had no idea on earth how he still had an erection.

Kneeling between his legs Spike smirked at Xander. "Ready for more?"

His eyes widened in surprise, expression clearly saying there’s more?

"One thing you’ll learn about being a vampire, Xander, there’s always more."

The door to the basement opened and Buffy silently walked down the steps. In one long glance she took in Xander chained to the bed (figures), Anya sitting in the chair across the room (surprising), the blissed-out expression on Xander’s face (more surprising) and Spike’s back tense with the knowledge she was there.

Anya scooted to one side of the chair, making more than enough room for Buffy. She took a deep breath; sex and blood were heavy in the air. Finally she sat down beside Anya and mirrored her position, knees drawn up to her chest, chin on her knees.

The thoughts were spinning furiously in Spike’s head. There were things he’d planned to do next some he had planned from the beginning, others that he hadn’t been sure of before. They tested the power structure of sire and childe, but were things he wanted to do, teach Xander, show by giving. With the Slayer’s arrival he was frozen in place. Unsure of himself for the first time since he’d walked down the stairs. Muscles tense, almost ready to flee, Spike looked Xander in the eyes. There, that look of complete and utter trust, total satiation, desire and love, that was what he was there for.

Damn the Slayer, maybe she’d learn something about him from this. Maybe this could be what would make her love him, or it could be what sent her screaming away from him forever. With a wink to his boy, he leaned forward, still careful not to touch bodies, and kissed him fiercely. Fangs sliced carelessly into lips, tongues sucked into mouths. With a sucking pop Spike pulled away. "Knees to your chest, boy."


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[User Picture]From: slackerace
2004-01-06 09:21 pm (UTC)
Hey, Brandil... I want to begin reading this fic in its entirety and was wondering if it is all archived at the link above (your memories)? By all, I mean what has been written thus far... I know it's still a WIP...
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From: brandil
2004-01-06 11:06 pm (UTC)
All entries are archived in my memories under WWV and WWV Book 2.

The first several chapters aren't nearly as well written as later one's. First time author and all. You're right it's still a WIP and it looks never ending from this end.

Hope you enjoy.
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[User Picture]From: shaddyr
2004-01-06 11:59 pm (UTC)
::gurgle::

jesus, mary and joseph.

Guh. blissed-out ecstasy. Ya-huh. I'll say.

Oh. My. God. I do believe you just hit every. Kink. I have.

I think I love you.
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From: brandil
2004-01-07 12:24 am (UTC)
I think I love you too ;)
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[User Picture]From: shaddyr
2004-01-07 12:29 am (UTC)
I am so your bitch.

More Spander! More Spuffy! More Xanya! More of all of it, in multi and various combinations and everything in between!
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From: brandil
2004-01-07 12:33 am (UTC)
Alas, but there is no more at this point in time. Probably not for a couple more weeks.
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[User Picture]From: shaddyr
2004-01-07 12:35 am (UTC)
s'okay. I still need to play catch up I see. So. I have something to hold me till then.

Holy god.

This stuff is so hot it should come with a chili peper rating or something.
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From: brandil
2004-01-07 12:59 am (UTC)
This stuff is so hot it should come with a chili peper rating or something.

Gave me a belly laugh.
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[User Picture]From: sunlit5
2004-01-29 12:22 am (UTC)
Love it!

Sun
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From: brandil
2004-01-29 05:47 am (UTC)

Re:

Thanks Sun!
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