Title: His & His Alone
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Spike/Xander
Master!post Master!post
Part : 1/?
Warning(s): Unchipped Spike & Pet!Xander so kinda non con
Beta(s): Unbeta'd but proofread
Prompt(s): 50kinkyways prompts: branding & tattooing
Disclaimer: Wish they were mine but they're not - I've just dirtied them up a bit, Joss can have them back!
Graphics: Banner created by foreverbm over at grafx_requests
Summary: Time for him to be marked as his, and his alone...
A/N: I don't know yet if this is a standalone or not
Smirking, Spike leaned against the wall, cigarette burning down rapidly. The demon was nervous – as he should be – desperate not to offend the Master Vampire as he performed his service.
"Master Spike, we are ready for your Pet. May we go ahead with the procedure?" Spike nodded curtly, watching with a careful eye as his boy was brought through. He looked a bit dazed but it was to be expected – the pre-healing session tended to do that to humans – and for a change he wasn't struggling or cursing against his fate. The Boy never seemed to give up, ever, and it was so bloody refreshing to have someone push against him instead of grovelling and trying to give him everything before he could even ask.
Vrashnavla clapped his hands and his two assistants lifted Xander to the table, carefully locking him into place with the leather straps. Xander was spread-eagled on the table, Vrashnavla moving to his seat in between his legs.
"No scarring, right? Don't want his skin marked more than what I've asked for, got it?"
"Yes Master Spike, I mean no Master Spike, I mean – no Master Spike, there will be no scarring – just the requested marks. Errr, Master Spike - "
"Wot?"
"Are you sure you do not want your Pet put under? Most Masters prefer that this happens whilst their possessions -"
"'m not most Masters am I? No, he stays awake. Want him to know he's being marked as mine, yeah?"
Vrashnavla nodded nervously – it made his job harder but the kudos behind being the demon to mark Master Spike's pet and the fact that said pet was an ex-minion of the Last Slayer was worth all of this.
His evening started the way it always did. He woke tied face-down on the bed, a pillow shoved under his hips and Spike fucking his ass. To his everlasting shame, his arousal was automatic – Spike knew just the way to move, knew all of his hot spots and before long he was scrambling to his knees and shoving his hips back, moaning into the pillow as the blunt head of Spike's cock rammed into his prostate over and over.
Strong fingers digging into his hips, pressing against old bruises, making new ones and he knew Spike was close to coming. Reflex had him tilting his head to the side and offering his neck, his balls tightening and his orgasm overtaking him as fangs sliced into his neck and he felt Spike come deep in his ass.
What wasn't usual was that Spike kept drinking, his head feeling lighter and lighter. Was this it? 18 months of being the vampire's pet and this was how he left the earth? He couldn't even decipher his feelings, couldn't decide if he was glad to finally be free of all the confusion inside him or if he was sad? Did he want to die?
He came back to himself as he was lifted into a huge barrel-shaped tub that surrounded him with sludge all the way to his neck. He hissed as the oils in the sludgy substance seeped into his skin, particularly stinging as they worked into the claim bite high on his inner thigh. He couldn't stop himself getting half-hard – it was programmed into him, the scar like an instant link to his cock.
Spike loved the effect it had on him, sometimes strapping him down on the bed and just stroking and licking his scar over and over again until Xander was thrashing around, desperate to come. He hated the fanged bastard having that much control over him, it made him angry, humiliated and confused, all emotions that Spike loved even more – he said it made Xander's blood taste so much sweeter.
He still felt light-headed, realised that Spike had half-drained him to make him more malleable. It didn't happen often, but he hated when it did because when he woke up it left him muzzy-headed and unable to fight back. He didn't know how long they left him in the tub, but he couldn't focus when he was taken out, could only stumble alongside the two J'raf demons as they half-carried him into another room.
As he was strapped down and his legs spread he slowly started to come back to his senses, realising that someone was sat between his legs. Lifting his head as high as it would go, he looked down the length of his naked body, flinching as he focused on the demon sat there. Vrashnavla was a Dicroile demon, like a cross between a lizard and a crocodile, scales instead of skin; talons instead of fingers, it's face like a blunted crocodile's face. Xander wracked his brains, trying to remember all that he could from his forced research sessions with the Scoobies.
"Ya paying attention, Pet? Wanna know what he's going to do to ya?" He flinched again as Spike walked into his field of vision, dropping his eyes in a fake show of submission. Spike knew it too, the smirk that crossed his face letting Xander know that he hadn't fooled the vamp for a second. "He's gonna mark ya as mine – 'bout time it happened, yeah? Knew you'd want to be awake for every second of it, how much you've been looking forward to this." The mocking tones made Xander clench his fists and he opened his mouth to scream abuse, regardless of the punishment, but nothing came out. Panicking, he looked at Spike with widened eyes. "Oh don't worry, luv, s'not permanent. Like the noises you make in bed too much to take your voice away from ya for good like. Nah, s'its just part of the procedure – stops the pets screaming themselves hoarse while it's happening. Mind you, dunno why they bother – apparently most masters have their pets put out for it. Too traumatic or some such bollocks. Nah, knew you'd wanna be awake so just the voice numbing for you."
Sucking in deep breaths of air, Xander looked down at the demon again then back at Spike. What the hell was the fanged menace on about? What procedure? A small table was brought over to Vrashnavla and Xander struggled to see what was on there. He could see bowls of what looked like syrup – inky black, deep red, shimmering silver. He watched as the Dicroile dipped it's talon into the bowl of black then moved it's hand back towards him. And it dawned on him what Spike was going on about – what the demon was about to do. He didn't want to wear Spike's mark, hated the very idea of bearing his tattoo. He knew how much it meant to Spike, hell to all demons – they loved to mark their territory, let the world know what belonged to them. He'd been surprised when Spike had made his claiming bite where it was – very few demons were allowed to see Spike's property naked enough for the bite to be visible – but he knew Spike's scent was infused with his so that everyone knew who he belonged to. Not that he ever went anywhere without his Master.
He cried out silently as the Dicroile started jabbing into his right thigh, low enough for whatever he was drawing to be seen if Xander was wearing shorts. He knew what the symbol would be – had seen it often enough around the mansion. A combination of the House of Aurelius crest and a spike – how clichéd. Xander struggled to hold back the tears, desperate to deny Spike the pleasure of seeing him cry but the jabbing continued – a steady, continuous stabbing into the tender flesh of his thigh. Before long he couldn't hold back the silent sobs anymore and he slumped back onto the table, eyes squeezed shut.
"Sssh, ssh Pet, not gonna last long yeah? Know how much this means to both of us. You're mine now and everyone can see it. Not just about scenting a claim anymore – now they can bloody well see it can't they? Looks so good on ya, luv – nice to see my mark on you." Xander tried to turn away but Spike had both hands on his head, holding him in place as the vampire licked and supped on his tears. The litany of words continued as Spike crooned at him, kisses fluttering over his eyes, lips and nose as the pain in his leg turned into a low-hum in the background. He slowly stopped crying, the occasional hiccuping sigh erupting from his chest.
"Master Spike – would you like to see it before we continue?" Spike's hands disappeared and he felt one of them stroke down the length of his body as Spike moved down the table. "Are you happy with it sir?"
"Very good Vrashnavla, very good. Nice clean lines, mate – looks like I won't have to kill ya for this part of it."
"Thank you Master Spike."
"Can I touch?"
"Well it won't smear the actual tattoo but it might hurt..." Before the sentence was finished, Xander felt the coolness of Spike's finger tracing the tattoo, scratching it lightly with his nail and chuckling when it made Xander jump.
"Beautiful. And the other – ya ready for that?" Xander tried to stir when he heard that – what other? - but he felt so exhausted, wiped out.
"Yes Master Spike. Where do you want this?" Vrashnavla stood up, bowing his head respectively whilst gesturing to one of his J'raf assistant to bring in the next load of equipment.
"Shoulder mate. S'got summat I want covered up. My Grand-sire has insisted." Xander frowned, tried to think what Spike would want covered on his shoulder. He felt even more muzzy-headed, wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and forget for a while: forget that all of his friends were dead, or might as well be; forget that he was the toy of one of his biggest enemies; forget just how that enemy could make him feel...
"Ah yes, I see. I think you are going about it the right way – other masters have been requesting abrasion or skin removal in cases like these. This way, you kill two humans with one talon as it were." Xander was aware of Spike coming around to his left side, dragging a chair and sitting down so that he was on the same level as Xander's face.
"Want ya looking at me, pet, ya hear? Don't be listening or trying to figure out what's going on – you just pay attention to me, yeah?" Xander tried nodding but he couldn't stop himself from turning to his right, away from Spike and trying to see what the Dicroile was doing. He whimpered as he saw one of the J'raf demons push a brazier with a metal bar hanging out of it. "Bugger! Told ya to look at me." Xander moaned as Spike yanked his head around and kissed him, for once trying desperately to sink into the feelings caused by the vampire's passionate kiss as he felt the sensation of heat coming closer. The last thing he recalled was screaming silently into Spike's mouth at the first burning touch of the brand before passing out.
Paying Vrashnavla, Spike watched as Xander was loaded carefully into the car. Fuckin' Angelus and his decrees – all religious symbols to be removed from pets indeed. It wasn't as if they hurt anyone, he was just stamping his feet, trying to show some balls to build up the House of Aurelius's reputation. 100 years under a soul made him determined to be the nastiest vampire out there, worst than he had ever been before.
Most of the time Spike couldn't give a shit, but he hated putting his pet through crap like that for no reason. The claiming bite and the tattoo were more than enough to soothe his demon – the brand was to soothe his Grand Sire and hopefully keep the morose ponce from visiting. Spike was happy running the Hellmouth his way and didn't need his fucking family coming to town and messing things up.
Now he knew his pet was gonna be out of commission healing for at least a couple of nights – bugger it, he hated a cold bed but he knew Xander would heal quicker if he was left alone and Spike couldn't promise he wouldn't want to indulge if his boy slept with him. He had got used to having his pet whenever he wanted, however he wanted, and this was going to put a serious crimp in his plans.
He sighed – he supposed he could work out his frustrations on one of the lower-stock, although now he thought about it, Peaches had sent a couple of human servants to give Spike the news about the decree. Maybe he wouldn't have to send out for take-out when they got back to Sunnydale...
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Picture of Xander's tattoo that the brand had to cover:
