Chance Encounters

Version : Xander-Spike

-the Belt & the Master-

 

AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as Xander (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)

SERIES: Chance Encounters

SEQUEL TO: Chance Encounters Version Spike-Xander

PAIRING : Spike/Xander

RATING : NC17 (highly slashy with plenty of salty goodness!)

DISCLAIMER : We do not own these characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!

NOTE: We wrote this as role-play on Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored  before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!

DEDICATION: This fic is for Vicky and her husband who apparently love us for the first one!

 

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THE BELT

 

I stare at him in shock but it's obvious he's very serious. I guess he's testing me. And I'm tempted to tell him to fuck off. But then I remind myself of the amazing orgasms.

 

But shit. This is really way up there on the humiliation scale. And I guess that's just not a good argument, considering the way I've reacted to the previous humiliation. I guess if I can strip dance, this is... no. This is still worse.

 

But on the other hand, there are the amazing orgasms. The really amazing orgasms.

 

 

"*Crawl* over here," I practically growl, "And *suck* my *cock*."

 

 

Okay, if I'm going to do this, I'd better do it now. I don't want him to leave. So I guess he wins. Again. And I think I'd better just get used to that.

 

I drop to my knees and crawl across the floor. A part of my brain is insisting that I'm *not* doing this, but I'm ignoring that voice. Just remember the really amazing orgasms, I tell myself. After what seems like hours, I stop in front of him. I rise to my knees, and before I can talk myself out of it, I've taken his cock into my mouth.

 

 

Well, fuck.

 

I didn't really think he would... I mean... and I certainly couldn't have imagined how bloody sexy he'd look, crawling naked across the floor towards me to suck my cock. This was by far, one of my *best* ideas *ever*.

 

 

He grabs my hair and thrusts further inside my mouth. I relax my throat, managing to take him deeper. He hisses my name, digging his fingernails into my scalp. Oh fuck. I almost lose control right then, but manage to keep from coming.

 

I move a hand to my cock, squeezing the base of it. I don't plan to come again until he tells me to. He lets up his grip on my hair a little and I begin to suck him, as hard as I can. I work my throat around him as he slides in, and use my teeth gently as I pull back again.

 

My other hand moves to his balls, squeezing them a little and he growls. "Harder." I obey, and he groans as I do. I speed up my pace, moving up and down his cock, as I start humming. I also let my teeth run along his cock a little harder, the next time I pull up.

 

 

Oh. Shit.

 

Oh. Shit.

 

I believe I already thought that once. But... oh shit.

 

I wrap my hands in his hair and hold him tighter to me, desperately wanting to just let myself go and fuck his gorgeous mouth. But he's still too young at this, so I just hold his head tight as he sucks me.

 

 

So I guess he liked that. Big surprise, he's a vampire so he would have a little bit of an oral fixation, I guess. I continue to use my teeth and he moans and pulls on my hair, enough to hurt. It still doesn't make the chip go off, because I just get more turned on. I keep my hand around the base of my cock to keep myself from coming, though. Since I know he won't give me what I want if I ignore his insistence that I don't come without permission.

 

I should have just danced for him, at least then I wouldn't be kneeling on the hard floor, sucking his cock. Or maybe I would have, eventually. And it's not that I *mind* sucking him off, really. Except I think I'd rather be in bed, somewhere more comfortable... No, on second thought, I don't mind this position at all. Not that I'd ever tell *him* that.

 

And a part of me wonders how on earth I got so comfortable with giving up so much control to Spike? All in the space of one night? I guess, if I'm honest with myself, it's because I've thought about that previous night so many times. And wondered if it meant anything to him. Now that I know it did, at least in the sense that he wants me again, (and again.. and again... ) I think I'd go pretty far to keep him from changing his mind about that.

 

I really wish I could make him come, though. Because I really need to come. And if I make him come, maybe he'll contemplate what I was trying to hide from him? The possibility makes me moan as I suck his cock down my throat. He groans and digs his nails into my scalp. Shit. I'm so fucking close. All I'd need to do is remove the pressure on my cock. But I don't want to do that. I think he'd retaliate by making me wait even longer. And I'm not *that* much of a glutton for torture

 

"Shit, Xander, harder," he gasps. I don't know what he's asking, specifically, so I take it as a general request. Demand. Whatever. I suck as hard as I can, and I apply a little more pressure with my hand that's squeezing his balls. He whimpers in response, and I take that as a good sign. 

 

I hum around his cock as I pull away and then suck him deep into my throat again, swallowing around his cock.

 

 

Okay, ya know what?

 

Fuck it. That's what.

 

I growl and yank him to his feet and before he knows it, I've throw him on the bed and straddling his face. He doesn't seem to protest when I shove my cock down his throat and start gently thrusting. I guess if he starts to scream or if the chip goes off, I'll know he doesn't want it. But until I get a clear cut sign, I'm just gonna fuck him til I come.

 

 

Oh shit. I grab the base of my cock again, and whimper as he starts to fuck my mouth, harder than he did last time. I just relax my throat and let him take control of the pace, as I keep sucking his cock.

 

 

Oh fuck yeah.

 

Shit... that's it, swallow me whole, Xander.

 

I watch as my cock disappears down his throat and I don't know if he knows that I have noticed how he's holding his cock. Good boy. He learns fast.

 

Still, I'd kind of like him to come with me this one time, I think. But I'm not giving out gifts since he came without permission before.

 

 

He speeds up his thrusts and I can't look away from those eyes that are watching as his cock disappears inside my mouth. I provide a little more friction with my teeth and he groans. "Fuck, Xander, yeah. Like that." I'm relieved that he likes what I'm doing, because for the most part he's been silent about how good or bad I am at this. Other than the moans and whimpers, but it's good to hear his approval put into words.

 

He thrusts a couple more times, and then grips my hair, as he thrusts in all the way one last time. He moans as he climaxes, shooting his seed down my throat. He recovers after a few moments and pulls out of my mouth, sitting next to me. I lick my lips and look up at him, wondering if he's going to take pity on my condition now.

 

 

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

 

I'm panting. And I don't pant. But yet, here I am, panting.

 

Shit. I look over at him, clutching his cock so as not to shoot his load all over and piss me off. I just smirk. "Might as well buy yourself a cock ring next time you're shopping with the little girl." I comment and start stroking myself.

 

Although I've humiliated him quite a bunch tonight, what with the crawling, I still don't feel as though he's learned his lesson well enough. I want him to beg.

 

 

I whimper as I watch him stroke himself back to hardness. And he's not letting me come yet? Oh fuck, I can't take much more of this. I really, really need to come. It's beyond painful. What the hell more could he possibly want from me?

 

"Spike, please," I moan.

 

 

"Please what?"

 

 

"You *know* what," I reply. And I know I'm pushing it, not being all meek but I really hate him when he smirks at me like that. No, let me revise that. I just really hate him, *period*. Just because I might be attracted to him, that doesn't mean I have any other annoying feelings where this blond vampire is concerned. It's just about lust. Yeah.

 

 

"I *do* know what," I smirk, "But I want you to make me *want* to make you come."

 

 

"What if I just make *myself* come, instead?" I ask. This is part me being a smart-ass, wanting to let him know that even if he *does* own me, I'm not going to stop *being* a smart-ass, occasionally. It's also part honest curiosity, with a little bit of deviousness mixed in. Wondering if he'll punish me, for even contemplating disobeying him. And then wondering just what form that punishment would take.

 

 

I don't take this crap.

 

But I can tell by the look on his face, he's just waiting... wondering with some sick curiosity.

 

Pushing a vampire beyond the limits.

 

Fine. I grab my jeans from the floor and pull the belt out of them. I watch him as he wonders what the hell I'm gonna do. I walk over to him and I think he's expecting me to hit him with it, but I am *most* certain that would set the chip off. So... I do the next best thing.

 

I grab his cock and balls and wrap the belt around them so he won't be able to come until *I* say. I force a hole through the belt so it's tight around them. "Guess we don't need a cock ring." I growl before leaning into him and rubbing his cock with my hand. "*Never* doubt me. My authority is absolute. Chip or not. I *own* you. And I don't fuck smart-asses."

 

To that end, I grab him and throw him over my lap. We're about to find out if sexual, pleasure-pain is okay with the scientists.

 

I raise my hand and it comes down on his bare ass, hard.

 

 

"OH FUCK!" I scream as the pain brings with it a strong wave of pleasure. I can't see him, but he smacks me again, harder, so I guess the chip didn't go off. I moan loudly, thrusting my cock against his thigh. And I've never in my life felt anything like this.

 

He hits me again, saying, "Keep still or I'll stop." Very effective threat, because I obey instantly. It's so hard, though, not to get some kind of relief for my painful erection. Even though I know it's pointless, with the belt cutting off any hope of coming, I can't help myself. But the possibility he might stop what he's doing gives me the motivation needed to lie still.

 

 

Oh shit yeah. Although the thrusting of his cock against my thigh felt fucking amazing because the belt was cutting me a little, I'm glad he's starting to learn the game a little. Cause once he knows the rules, it'll only get more interesting.

 

He tries desperately to *not* thrust or move at all as my hand delivers his punishment. His ass is pretty red and I know that too much *will* make this bloody thing go off. So I stop for a minute before he starts wriggling around and I smack him again.

 

"You. Do. NOT. Call. The. Shots." Each word accompanied with smack on the ass. "I am your Master. Aren't I?" I say, introducing one more part of the game. And I must say, I've never been on this end of the game before, it's always been *me* getting my ass spanked. It's nice, on this side.

 

"Aren't I?" I growl again with a swat on his bum, when he doesn't answer right away.

 

 

"Huh?" That gets me hit harder, but it wasn't a smart-ass remark. It was just that I was so wrapped up in the pleasure-pain I'm afraid I wasn't listening.

 

Then it reaches my brain what he said, so I guess some part of me *was* listening. Thank God for that.

 

But ... he's *not* my Master!

 

Okay, Xan, did you forget already that you've sucked his cock twice, crawled on the floor to him, practically begged him to stay, agreed that he owned you and you'd do whatever he told you? Not to mention that you've held off your own orgasm for nearly fifteen minutes? Oh, and told him you wanted him to hurt you.

 

Oh. Yeah. Good points.

 

But I guess my hesitation - I moan again as he smacks me, in response to my silence. Through the haze of pleasure-pain I try to remember what I was trying to decide. Oh yeah. The 'Is Spike my master?' debate.

 

My hesitation is probably because I have a question... okay, not just one, but one to start with, about that issue. "What does that *mean*?" I ask. He growls and I add, "I'm not being smart, I really want to know. I mean, when you say master, you mean it in the 'while we're alone together sense', right?" Because I don't think I want him to control any other aspects of my life. And that has to be clear.

 

 

"What do you want it to mean?" I ask, which just makes him angrier since I always seem to answer his questions with questions.

 

 

Why do I put up with this?

 

Oh yeah. The really amazing orgasms.

 

I try to move off his lap, which only gets me another smack across my already sore ass. Still not sore enough to want him to stop, though. I lie still and think about his question.

 

I guess I take too long because he retaliates again. Except this time he pinches my ass, making me whimper. And just for the record, neither Anya nor Cordelia (or Willow) ever made me whimper. And I don't want to contemplate why *Spike* does.

 

"Before I agree to this... arrangement, I just want to make sure it only applies to when we're alone together. That *is* what I want," I say.

 

 

I growl and smack him once more before throwing him back onto the bed. I pounce on him and undo the belt before yanking it off him. He screams his relief, before he realizes that I've got my hand around him.

 

I attach his mouth, licking and biting his lips before sucking his tongue into my mouth and releasing it just as quick. Meanwhile, my hand has started to stroke him, lightly. I know he's close to blowing his load all over the room, at this point in time.

 

And I watch his face and listen to his breathing and just before- and I hope this isn't the final straw for the chip, cause this is gonna hurt him, but it's worth the risk to me. I wrap my hand around his cock and balls again and hold them tight as he shrieks his frustration.

 

"I am your Master." I repeat angrily. "Aren't I?"

 

 

Fuck, he's not playing fair.

 

And I'm surprised about this?

 

Somehow I find the brain power to form the words, "Only when we're alone together." I can't give in on this. I won't let him think he can control other parts of my life. Because if he thinks that, and he tries to... I might let him.

 

Shit, would I?

 

I think I would. And that's why he can't even think it's a possibility.

 

 

I squeeze his cock harder and I'm practically sweating bullets, waiting for the damn chip to kill me. "Whenever *I* please." I growl.

 

 

I whimper at the added pressure on my way-too-tortured cock. But it's still keeping me hard and horny. But why the hell is he being so stubborn about this?

 

Hm... maybe because he's a vampire and he *likes* tormenting people?

 

That's a pretty good guess, I think.

 

"No fucking way," I gasp, hoping he didn't catch the tremor in my voice, caused by a sudden fear. A fear that he'll leave if I don't agree to this. But even though I don't want him to go, I can't let him have *that* much power over me.

 

 

I growl loudly and vamp as I do. I take the belt and wrap it around his wrists so he won't be able to touch himself when I let go of him.

 

Then, I slide down his body, running my fangs lightly over his flushed skin. One last try and then I'm gonna get mad.

 

I slowly lick my way up his cock before engulfing the entire thing in my mouth. I graze his girth with my fangs before swallowing around him. Years of practice had me doing this in my sleep, quite literally, in fact.

 

 

I scream and arch up into his mouth. Oh shit. "SpikeI'mgonnacome!" I moan. Just a warning look from him makes me try to hold on to whatever small bit of control I have left. Somehow, I manage to keep from coming. Even though I'm panting and whimpering as he swallows my cock deep into his throat.

 

 

I smile around his cock before sliding one hand up to his mouth. I push my finger into his mouth and he sucks on it for a time, until I pull it away and slowly ease it into his ass.

 

He screams and arches off the bed and I grab his cock and balls roughly. "Whenever. I. Please." I growl.

 

 

Shit. What the fuck kind of game is this? Because we *both* know he doesn't want me other than in the sense of having someone to fuck (and fuck with). So I don't understand the sudden pretending otherwise.

 

"No." I say, trying to stop the sudden trembling. More fear of being left. "I'll only agree to let you have the power over me when we're alone together."

 

 

I chuckle and sweep up his body to lick his scar from me. "Silly Boy," I say, "I'll always have power over you, whether you admit it or not." Then I stand up, "I'll walk out of this room and never look back, but you'll *always* wonder."

 

Then I turn and gather my things.

 

THE MASTER

 

I should let him go. I should ignore the sudden panic I feel as he pulls his jeans on and grabs his shirts. I'd be better off if we both just forgot about everything that's happened. Everything that could have happened.

 

But I'm seriously fucked up... and I realize that's an enormous understatement. I don't know how to have healthy relationships. I don't take well to being left. And I don't have many things in my life that seem like they could make my pathetic life better.

 

But somehow, in the space between that night last summer and tonight, Spike ended up being one of those things. And he's right about everything. Fucking asshole that he is, he knows me better than I think I know myself. But I'm terrified of taking that huge jump from knowing deep inside that he could get me to do anything, to actually saying it out loud, admitting it to him. Because everyone in the past who I've given the power to hurt me has. I don't want to have to add Spike to that list.

 

 

Why do I have to be so fucking stupid sometimes?

 

I plan the plan. I work towards the plan. I come close to fulfilling the plan. And then I fuck up the plan.

 

And this is supposed to be a fun eternity? In what soddin' universe?

 

I'm just desperately hoping he calls me back. And I don't know why.

 

And I sure as hell don't *like* it. But there it is. Truth staring at me. I want him to stop me from leaving. But as I get my jeans and shirts on, it becomes apparent that won't happen.

 

And it's a complete lie that I won't think about this night again. And I'll sure as hell think of the other night too. The best fuck I've ever had, save for Angelus, of course, because he did hurt me more than I care to think about, but the sex was more than worth it.

 

So, I suppose the more important question is: why do I care if he asks me to stay?

 

I'm a demon. I shouldn't care. I don't.

 

But... I'm also a demon who does. What was it the Judge said? I share affection and jealousy? Yeah, I sure do. And I want him for myself. Is that wrong? No. Vampires have been claiming humans since the beginning of vampires. Of course, he doesn't know that. And I never bothered to explain what that scar of his really meant.

 

It means, he *is* mine, whether he'll admit it or not, but I really want him to admit it to me. I need to hear the words. Maybe just because I've never owned anything of my own before.

 

Drusilla was *never* mine, always his, but never mine. Darla was her own. Angelus was Darla's.

 

And I've spent my entire fucking life trying to own just a little piece of Dru. Chasing Amy. I smile a little before heading towards the door because I'm a fucking demon and I have my goddamned pride. Soldiers may have taken my fangs, but they won't ever take my pride. And they can't make me any less of a demon.

 

And demons don't give in to humans. And I've never been the exception.

 

But I wish Xander could be.

 

 

A part of me denies it, as he walks toward the door. He's not leaving. He can't be like all the others. All those who I've trusted, all those others who ended up taking my trust, my.... and then decided I wasn't really worth their time. Dad. Mom. Cordelia. Faith. There have been others in the past, but those are the four that still hurt.

 

How can I let you have *all* of me, when you'll still leave eventually, anyway?

 

He turns and looks at me, confusion in his expression, and I think I might have said that last sentence out loud. Shit.

 

 

"Where in the bleeding hell do you think I would go?" I ask. And yes, my middle name is Sensitive. William the Sensitive and Bloody.

 

 

Damn it, this is so not good. This is too deep of a conversation for an arrangement that has to do with fucking. I mean, that *is* all we're talking about, isn't it? Because that *is* all I want out of him.

 

It is.

 

It really is, but I can't seem to silence the voice that's screaming 'Liar!' in my head.

 

I didn't realize it before now, but I've walked over to the foot of the stairs and am looking up at him as he stands by my door. "Doesn't have to be in the literal sense," I say. "But everyone seems to find something better to do other than be around me." I don't say it, but I'm thinking: why would Spike be any different?

 

 

Well, he *did* talk first. But I'm not a fucking shrink. He wants to talk about how Mommy and Daddy never loved him, he can bleeding well do it on his own time. I don't need this. I don't need to deal with his insecurities.

 

And yet... "Yeah, well, maybe they just didn't have that much in common with you." I say pointing towards the upstairs, towards his parents who never loved him.

 

 

"I'm not talking about them," I say with a sigh, as I walk back to the bed and sit down. He doesn't get it. I was thinking more about Cordelia, Willow and Faith. But I don't really want him to know I'm putting him in *that* list. Because that's the list of people I, at the very least, had crushes on. And I don't have a crush on Spike.

 

As far I know, hell hasn't frozen over yet.

 

So why am I putting him in that category? I don't know. I just... am.

 

But no matter what I think of him, the fact remains that he'll lose interest in me sooner or later. And if I'm going to have any bit of self-respect left when that happens, I can't let him have all of me. Why can't he just be content with owning me when nobody else is around to know about it?

 

Oh.

 

I think I get it now. But I'm a little freaked about it, too.

 

It must be a vampire thing, this possessive streak. Or maybe it's just a 'Spike' thing. And in a way, it makes me feel kind of good, my new theory that Spike wants me *and* wants everyone to know it, too.

 

But I can't. Anya.

 

Okay, first things first. First thing being get Spike back down here. "Spike, please don't leave."

 

 

I don't know when this became more about *us* than about him being willing to call me Master, because that's all I really wanted. I guess I never wanted him in chains in my bedroom everyday (but oh the mental image...) Ok. But I guess I also never said that. What should it matter the condition? He either wants to be mine or he doesn't. There's no in between.

 

I've waited too long to come this close to having something be completely mine to settle for half.

 

But... isn't that what we decided in the beginning anyway? His ass was mine whenever we felt like it? So again, I don't know when this became more than just a great fuck.

 

Maybe it was when his lips were around my cock. Or when his finger was in my ass. Or maybe when he was begging to come? Or when I was smacking his ass? But it doesn't matter because I won't settle for anything less than everything.

 

 

"Why does it have to be all or nothing?" I wonder. I can't see him but somehow it's easier to talk to him when I can't see his face. His eyes. "And I *was* willing to give you all when it's just the two of us..." He doesn't reply. "I can't agree to give you everything when I don't know I won't end up with nothing in the end." And even as I say it, I know that's a coward's choice. Playing it safe doesn't get you the really good things.

 

 

"Stalemate." I shrug as I turn towards the door. "You fearing nothing and I wanting everything. We could have been great together." And then I open the door.

 

 

"Wait." I'm fighting the insane urge to run and try to force him to stay. I'm also having trouble breathing. "I want everything, too," I say, my voice breaking. "And I'll hate myself for the rest of my life if I don't try everything possible to get it. So, I guess I'm saying..."

 

I take a deep breath, but it doesn't help. "If you want all of me, you have it." I stare at the spot half-way up the stairs that I *can* see, hoping and praying I'll see him there, on his way down the stairs.

 

 

"I'm a demon, Pet." I say. "I claimed you as mine when I bit you in Vegas. And I'll do it again tonight. I'll give you any pain you want, and any pleasure. But I won't be treated like some human just cause I can't kill people. And I won't allow what's mine to kick me out or humiliate me, in public or private. And I *sure* as hell won't allow mine to control me."

 

I look down and he seems to be losing hope, which is not what I want. "But I *also*," I say as I start down the stairs, "I also won't *leave* mine. And I won't let anyone hurt mine. But as I said, I'm a demon. And you're *mine*. I won't settle for anything less."

 

I reach the bottom of the stairs and he looks at me. "It won't be servitude. It won't be you chained to my bed, although there will be chains. It won't be..." I swallow. "It won't be like Angelus and I, or your father and you," Then, I reach out and touch his face, "It'll just be Spike and Xander. We'll make up the rest of the rules as we go along.

 

"So can you do it? Will you call me your Master? And I'll call you my Pet?"

 

 

My brain is swimming. He claimed me? What does that mean? And then my brain fixates on the 'mine' concept and I really like it. It feels ... right.

 

And then he finally tells me the one thing - well one of them - that I wished he would say. He won't leave. And Spike has never lied to me. I can't think of one occasion he did. So that's a really big thing. The one thing I was afraid of, the one way I think he could ever *really* hurt me.

 

And I just want to be his. I don't want to control him. If he wants me, and will just be with me, that's good enough. I'm more than okay with him owning me.

 

"It'll just be Spike and Xander. We'll make up the rest of the rules as we go along. So can you do it? Will you call me your Master? And I'll call you my Pet?" he asks.

 

Just feeling him touch me, I stop shaking. How weird is that? I meet his eyes, with a little difficulty. I'm still nervous. But now it's because there's a lot more at stake than just having someone around who wants to fuck me. Now it's... I'm not sure. But I don't think he is either. Like he said, we'll make it up as we go. 

 

And that's fine with me.

 

And I've got questions, especially about the whole 'claiming' thing. But those questions can wait. Right now, he needs to hear something. And I need to say it, because it's been true for a while. It's time to just admit it.

 

I take a deep breath and look into his eyes. This is the point of no return. But I don't want to lose him, what we could have. So I clear my throat and say, "I'm yours. All of me. You're my Master."

 

 

And then, I just crush him to me.

 

 

He hauls me to my feet and pulls me against him and I just melt into his arms. This is good. I could get used to this. Just *being* with him.

 

Except I kind of need to breathe. And if he keeps squeezing, he just might break a rib. I'm pretty sure *that* would make the chip react. And we don't want that to happen. "Spike, breathing is a necessity." I gasp.

 

He loosens his hold a little and I look at his face. He smirks and says, "You sure about that? Never heard of auto-erotic asphyxiation?"

 

My knees give out at the mental image there. He chuckles and keeps his hold on me. "Your kink is gonna be fun, Pet," he says with a smile. "'Specially if the chip keeps with the trend of letting me do stuff you want."

 

He shoves me back onto the bed and then straddles my hips, as my legs dangle over the edge of the mattress. I whimper as he grinds against me, the rough denim tormenting my erection further.

 

"Please," I moan.

 

"Please, what?" he replies with a grin.

 

"Please, Master, I need to come. I'm sorry I broke the rules earlier but I've done what you told me since then. But it really hurts, please, I can't take much more of this waiting. Please can I come?" I beg.

 

 

Shit. I growl loudly at hearing him call me Master. It wasn't exactly what I was planning, I just wanted him to admit it, but this'll be fun.

 

I growl as he begs and I really can't wait any longer. I just hope that this won't set the damn chip off.

 

"MINE!" I growl and tug on his cock as I sink my fangs into his jugular, careful to cover my old scar.

 

 

"FUCK!" I scream, bucking off the bed as I come hard. I guess that didn't set the chip off, because he continues to drink from me for a few seconds before licking at the wound to close it. And that was unbelievable. My body's still trembling as I recover.

 

And then he pulls away to look at me, his eyebrow raised. Oh, shit, now it occurs to me he didn't exactly give me permission to come. This is not good. "Oops?"

 

 

FUUUUUUUUUUCK!

 

I growl loudly as I come all over him. He's not even fucking touching me! I wasn't even fucking him. I was just...

 

SHIT. He's mine.

 

He's mine!

 

I have him! XANDER IS MIIIINE!

 

I feel like screaming it over mountain tops in some "Sound of Music" moment.

 

And the fact that I'm even thinking about that bloody movie proves that I'm really fuckin' happy to have something that's *mine*. Only mine. For me. And me alone. For *my* enjoyment. For *my* fangs. For *me*.

 

MINE.

 

Then I pull away and look down at him questioningly. "Oops?" He says.

 

I really should punish him for it, but... he *did* ask. And I'm just too fucking happy to feel his blood inside me.

 

I smirk and kiss him passionately before saying, "When a vampire bites you like that, Luv, the need for permission is lost."

 

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