Title: My Pet
Author: CaliaDragon
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Rating: FRM
Warnings: AU, Non-Con, Slavery, Dark, Unbeta'd, OOC
Spoilers: None
Part: 1/1
Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be.
Feedback: Beyond Canon and any with prior permission.
Summary: A Master muses on his Pet.
He is my pet, my prize. To my court having him on my leash has made me a god in their eyes. This beauty, this strong and dangerous man has killed thousands of us over the years. They know nothing, yes I have him on my leash, but I have no control over him. Where he to break that leash, a leash infused with magick, he would kill me and everyone who crossed his path.
He is human, he is other, and he is simply mine. I knew him many years ago. I knew him when I was still clinging to my humanity, I knew him when he was young and foolish. I knew him when he was the lover of another. I knew him when he was innocent.
Years have past and people have changed, I certainly have. I was once a good man, despite my work in the dark. I believed in fighting against people like me. I fought evil and now I am that evil.
He is disobedient, defiant, but I do not hurt him. My pet expects pain, lives it embraces it as it is truly something he has felt his entire life. I correct him with tenderness and sensual touches; he hates me for it, even as his body yearns for that touch.
I killed many that he cared for; I killed many that he loved. Yet, he never knew I embraced my monster until I had captured him, my ultimate prize. He was who I hunted for, he was who I killed to obtain. We were once friends, rivals, and now I own him body, if not soul.
Even now I know I do not have his soul, I could take it, truly make him mine, but I can not. If I took that from him he would not be the one I wanted, he would not be mine.
I have him on my lap now; his eyes are dark, both with rage and pleasure. My hand strokes his body, my mouth grazes his nipples. He arches against his will, silently begging for more as he no longer speaks to me or anyone.
My court watches with barely concealed delight as I pleasure him in front of them. His body is a delight to watch, between the leash and his own sensitive body I can love him in to unconsciousness and he can not stop me.
I know someday he will escape or someone will free him. One of his faithful will manage to get him from me. When that happens I will loose him and my life. I am not afraid, until then he is mine.
I am Wesley Wyndam-Price King of the Vampires, and he is my Pet, Xander Harris the Slayer's Shield. He is mine and I own him and I love him. Time and circumstances have changed us and will make us enemies once again sometime in the future, but no matter, for now I will love him and he will melt in my arms. "My Pet," I purr as he shudders through his orgasm. A tear slowly falls down his cheek and I taste it, sweet.
The End