Chapter Two - Breakfast

Spike woke again when Buffy stirred and sat up. He blinked sleepily up at her and she smiled down at him. "How did you sleep, my pet?"

He smiled back. "That's the best I've slept in ages, Mistress."

Buffy leaned down and kissed him deeply then sat back up. "I guess I wore you out." She bounced off the bed and leaned over, grasping his hand to pull him off after her. "Let's get some food into you and I need to check on the girls to see how their night went."

She walked him to the bathroom and said, "Do your business, Pet," then waited while he used the toilet and brushed his teeth before taking his hand again and walking to the door. She swept it open and turned right out of her room, pulling him along behind her. They were both completely without a stitch, but Spike couldn't find it in himself to care. He followed his Mistress down to the end of the left side of the balcony, waiting quietly as she stopped at the doors and opened them, poking her head in. Once she'd seen whatever it was she'd wanted to see, she closed each door with a nod and then moved down the balcony, passing the stairs to go down the right side as well. She skipped the room in the corner opposite hers, murmuring quietly, "Only wake Faith if the mansion's on fire, okay, Pet? Otherwise, let her wake up on her own."

They made their way back to the stairs and down through the foyer and the dining room into the kitchen. Buffy had him sit down at the breakfast table then she walked over to a door in the corner of the room and rapped on it sharply. "Andrew, I need you to come make breakfast."

A few minutes after Buffy had joined him at the table, the door opened and a disheveled blond boy stepped into the kitchen wearing only a pair of jean shorts. He nodded respectfully to Buffy, either not noticing her nakedness or not caring, and walked to the fridge. "What do you want me to make, Miss Buffy?"

"Something with protein and iron. My pet needs to refuel because I took a little more from him than I intended. And when you're done, I'll need to eat. I missed out on the smorgasbord last night."

Andrew nodded happily as he opened the fridge and started pulling items out of it, "Of course, Miss."

They sat quietly for a few minutes as they watched Andrew work then Buffy got up and straddled Spike. "I'm bored. Entertain me while we wait."

Spike groaned as she ground against him, and she guided his mouth to her breast, encouraging him to suck and bite. When he was hard, she lifted up and then lowered herself slowly onto him, rocking her hips. Spike glanced at Andrew, wondering if he'd react to the two other occupants of the room shagging at the breakfast table, but he was busy cracking eggs into a frying pan and paid them no mind.

Buffy leaned forward and nipped at the bite on his neck, sending bolts of pleasure through him and bringing his attention back to her. He had his hands on her hips, thrusting up into her, when the dark-haired woman, also naked, stepped into the kitchen.

She muttered, "Mornin', B," as she walked past them to stand behind Andrew, who was now frying ham in a pan on the stove.

Buffy moaned, "Morning, Faith," her hands on the back of the chair as she continued to ride Spike. "Make sure to leave me some. I'm starving."

Faith nodded and leaned down, sinking her fangs into Andrew's neck. His eyes fluttered shut as she took a few quick pulls then stood back, wiping her mouth. "You haven't had coffee yet? I need my caffeine."

Andrew shook his head, his gaze a bit unfocused, "No, Miss Faith, I'm sorry. I'll make some right now."

Faith waved a hand. "Never mind. I'll just get it the human way, I guess." She moved over to the coffee maker and started setting it up to brew.

Buffy started moving faster, nearing completion, then leaned forward and sank her fangs into Spike's neck on the opposite side of her previous bite. She didn't drink, just held them in his flesh as she climaxed, but a quick pull of his blood sent him over the edge after her.

She pulled her fangs out, gently licking at the punctures until they'd closed, then sat back, Spike still buried within her. Spike was slumped down in the chair, panting harshly as he twitched with pleasurable aftershocks every time Buffy moved.

Faith sat down at the table, holding a cup of coffee in each hand. She set one down in front of the chair Buffy had previously occupied and kept one for herself. She took a sip of hers and nodded at the other cup. "Just the way you like it, B, blood and half a ton of sugar."

Buffy smiled and lifted herself off a still breathing hard Spike. She sat down in her chair and picked up the coffee cup, lifting it to her nose for a sniff. "Is this from that soldier boy?"

Faith nodded with a laugh. "Yeah. He doesn't like being bled as much as he likes being bit, but what else are we gonna put in our coffee? Cream?"

Buffy smiled into her cup as she took a drink. "Maybe I'll let Andrew replenish and have some soldier boy for breakfast instead."

Spike, who had recovered somewhat, started to follow the conversation. At the mention of the soldier boy being a replacement breakfast, he glanced over at Andrew, a bit surprised at the crestfallen look on his face. It was quickly hidden as he finished up his tasks and brought a plate over to the table along with a tall glass of orange juice. He set them down in front of Spike then backed up a step and dipped his head. "Do you need anything else from me, Miss Buffy?"

Buffy shook her head and nodded at his room. "Not right now. You can go relax until it's time to feed the food." She motioned toward the stove. "Make sure you eat something, though. I'll probably want a snack later."

At this, Andrew brightened and nodded vigorously. "Yes, Miss Buffy. I'll be ready." He bustled back over to the stove and loaded up a plate then poured a tall glass of juice and retreated to his room.

Buffy looked at Spike and said, "Eat, Spike." and he dutifully picked up his fork and dove in.

Faith smirked at Buffy when Andrew's door had closed behind him. "You shouldn't tease him like that, B. You know how much he likes being our breakfast."

Buffy sighed, "I know, but I'm hungry. You all got to eat your fill last night, and if I took that much from Andrew, I'd probably kill him. So I'll drink what I can from the soldier boy and finish up with Andrew… unless there's any of last night's meals left over?"

Faith shook her head, "I don't think so. They were all pretty done when I went to bed, although Harm had six of them. Maybe she didn't empty them all, and if she did, we have other food besides soldier boy in the basement."

Buffy laughed, "So you're telling me we have food at home and don't need to stop at McDonald's?"

Faith smirked then nodded over at Spike. "What about this one? What did you decide?"

Buffy smiled and laid her hand on Spike's penis, giving it a squeeze and causing Spike to groan around a mouthful of food. "I was just going to fuck him then make him a thrall, but I made him my pet instead." She reached up and turned Spike's head to show Faith the bite. "See? So I can't feed from him except small bits at a time or he'll be nothing but a limp rag when I want to use him."

Faith eyed Spike as he mowed through the food on his plate. "He's kinda skinny, isn't he? How much stamina does he even have?"

"I think he's been on the streets for a while, so I'll need to feed him up and set him some workouts to build muscle, but he did excellent last night. No complaints whatsoever. He's a quick learner, too, and naturally talented in oral."

Faith grinned, "Like he's been eating pudding cups without a spoon since he was a kid?"

Buffy blinked. "What?"

Faith chuckled, "Pudding cups. Xander loves the things and he showed me how he can eat one without a spoon. Said he could make me cry, so I made him try to prove it. He came damn close; I'll give him that. Made me scream, but I didn't cry."

Buffy nodded. "Then yeah, like the pudding cup thing. His tongue is something else."

Faith leaned up over the table and eyed Spike's tackle then sat back down. "That's something else, too. Nice package. Long and thick, but not too thick. Does he know how to use it?"

Buffy nodded and reached over to give Spike's penis another squeeze. "Yeah. That bulge wasn't lying, and I only had to show him something once and he got it like he'd been doing it for years."

Faith smirked over at Buffy. "Good thing you claimed him as a pet then, or I'd take him for a spin."

Buffy slapped Faith's arm. "Take soldier boy for a spin if you want, but Spike's mine."

"I've never had a pet. You think soldier boy would make a good one?"

Buffy shrugged. "Maybe. He's already addicted to the bite. Probably wouldn't take much to make him a pet."

Faith nodded at Spike. "Why was he so easy to make a pet? Did you do something special?"

Buffy shook her head. "Not really. He was already pliable when I picked him up outside. I could scent it on him before I'd even gotten to the street. Didn't even have to thrall him all that much. He was compliant and almost fully pet-like before I even gave him my blood or bit him. I think deep down, he wants to be taken care of and loved, so I didn't have to hardly push him at all."

Spike sat there, dutifully eating his breakfast and listening to the conversation. He knew he should probably be upset that they were talking about him like he wasn't even there, listing his attributes and skills like he was a show dog, but… he wasn't. His Mistress was right. He had longed for nothing more than to find someone who would care for him and treat him like he mattered and had value. He'd been on his own for so long, scrabbling and scraping just to survive, and he finally felt like he was home, like he belonged here. So what if he'd fallen into a den… nest? What was a group of vampires called anyway? He shook his head. Didn't matter. His Mistress would take care of him, and he'd never have to scrounge food out of dumpsters or sleep in a broken-down shed ever again.

XXXX

Spike was lounging on Buffy's bed, working on digesting the huge meal he'd just eaten. Well, huge for him. He'd been barely eating anything for months, so his stomach had likely shrunk, and what felt like a pile of food to him was barely more than a snack for anyone else. He wondered vaguely how Andrew had known exactly how much food he'd be able to eat and hadn't served him more than his stomach could handle. Maybe he'd ask him… if he was allowed to talk to him, that was. He wasn't entirely clear on what being a pet meant or what rules he was meant to follow, so he'd decided not to do anything unless his Mistress told him he could.

The door to Buffy's room was open and he drowsily watched as the men he'd seen in the parlor the night before started to leave the mansion. Most were quite disheveled, pulling on clothing and carrying their shoes as they made their way along the balcony to the stairs. He noticed quite a few bites on exposed flesh, and not all in the neck region. Buffy had slipped into a robe and stood in her doorway, watching them go and exchanging pleasantries with the ones who seemed to be vaguely coherent. Spike was still naked, due to the fact that his clothes had been thrown out and Buffy hadn't yet supplied him with new ones. She'd kept the items he'd had stashed in in his backpack before tossing it out with his clothes, though. He hadn't had much, just a small wooden box that contained mementos and pictures of his mum and a few favorite books. They'd been the only things he'd managed to grab when he'd escaped the foster home he'd been placed in after his mum died. He glanced at the night table next to the bed on the side opposite the bathroom. She'd put his things in there and told him that was his space.

When all the men had left, Buffy came back into the room and walked over to the bed, leaning down to give Spike a kiss. "You can sleep some more if you're still tired. I'm going to go eat my breakfast and get last night's report.

Spike shook his head and sat up. "Could I come with you, Mistress? I want to learn everything I can about you." He ducked his head shyly. "And I don't want to be alone."

Buffy smiled and held out her hand. "Yes, you can come along. I wanted to introduce you to everyone anyway… if you're ready for that. You understand that we're all vampires, right? So you're probably going to see and hear stuff that might be disturbing to humans. Are you going to freak out on me?"

Spike shook his head with a quiet, "No, Mistress, I won't," thinking that if he was going to freak out, he'd have already done so when she'd shagged him at the breakfast table in front of two other people. He took her hand and followed her out of the room and down to the basement where she had him sit on an old sofa along one wall. Across from the sofa, seven naked men were chained by one ankle to a steel beam that had been anchored to the concrete wall. They each had a thick mattress, a couple of blankets, several pillows, and a chamber pot. There were also several books, notebooks, sketchpads, pencils, and a few handheld gaming systems stacked on the small refrigerators set between each mattress. A couple of the men were asleep, but the rest were sitting on their beds staring over at Spike as they sipped from bottles of orange juice, Gatorade, or water. All sported bites in various stages of healing, some on their necks, some on their torsos or legs, but most on their arms.

Buffy walked over to a tall man who was sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall with his legs spread. He stared at her as she approached, his eyes growing more hopeful as she got closer. She stopped in front of him and asked, "Have you been fed yet?" The man nodded and Buffy motioned for him to stand up. He did, standing almost a foot taller than her, and she looked him over. He was covered in bite scars, up and down both arms, both legs, and across his belly and chest. None on his neck, though, which was curious. Buffy motioned for him to kneel and he dropped to his knees in front of her, tilting his head in anticipation of her bite. She lifted his left arm instead and bent forward, sinking her fangs into his bicep. She was facing toward Spike and he marveled at her amber eyes and the lumpy ridges on her forehead as his cock rose from the memory of her fangs piercing his own skin. She was strikingly beautiful in both forms, vampire and human.

The man's head dropped back and his eyes closed as his own cock got hard. He reached down and started stroking himself with his right hand, keeping pace with her pulls of his blood. She drank and drank, pulling hard at the bite, and then slid her fangs out, her face melting back into her human features. The man thrust his hips forward as it did, a low scream emanating from his throat as he spent himself in long, ropy strands onto the floor. He collapsed back onto his bed, breathing hard, and Buffy pointed to his spend. "Clean that up." He nodded weakly and she turned and headed back over to Spike, taking his hand and leading him out of the basement.

"Did you get enough to eat, Mistress?"

Buffy nodded. "Yeah, I think so. Might need to snack on Andrew in a few hours, but I'm good for now. Let's go meet the girls." She stopped and glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes dropping low as she smiled. "They're gonna love you."