bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Wishes and Wants

Title: Wishes and Wants.

Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X
Rating: Very NC17!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, products or articles
mentioned in this story and gain no monetary profit from it.

Willow and Buffy are feeling guilty about their fake gift and are concerned
they haven't heard from Xander in days. When they check on him, they
find him with Spike. In shock, they decide to do a real spell to give their
friend his hearts desire, hoping he will dump Spike.

Warning: This story is a pointless, spornographic bit of fantasy, fluff and
sex. The author does NOT endorse the bizarre sexual techniques or
situations this story contains. (O.k., some of them are......never mind)

As always, full credit to the talented Petxnd who puts wonderful visuals to
my words and brings the stories alive.

Spike answered him by scooping the human up in a engulfing embrace.
He kissed every inch of Xander's face and neck, mentally choosing the
exact spot where he would sink his fangs.

Unfortunately, Xander was apparently not yet ready to be bitten. Immediately,
he leapt to his feet and rushed from the room, sticking his head back in at
the last minute and ordering,

"Kitchen! Now!"

Despite the tremendously long, arduous and exhaustive night that they had
just been through, all thoughts and the need for sleep were now forgotten.
The drapes were pulled, the doors locked and the phone was taken off
the hook.

Xander hustled to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee as the sun outside
rose in the morning sky and the two men embarked on a round of contract
negotiations that would have made a teamster proud.

Together they sat down over steaming cups of caffeine, a couple chocolate
sprinkled donuts, and a yellow legal pad to jot down items that Xander
knew, if kept verbal, Spike would deny later on.

Each side laid his position out on the table and waited for a counter offer.
Spike's initial side was fairly cut and dried. It consisted of

"I bite you, fuck you and own you."

Period. Simple and clean. It was what he considered, the ONLY point of view.

Xander's rebuttal was a tad more defined.

He tapped the pencil thoughtfully on his chin and considered Spike's first offer.

"O.k., o.k, yeah, that's a good place to start. Now, I certainly agree with the
bite and of course the butt sex is a given, but I think I would like to delve into the
ownership part a bit more."

Spike frowned and continued to slowly chew his donut as a blue sprinkle fell
off his chin. Finally, he swallowed.

"Pet, I think you are missing the obvious. I am the Master vampire. You are
applying for the position of Consort. HUMAN Consort, which, although I
hate to be insulting, the human element does move you down the food chain

Xander squinted his eyes. He studied his adversary and knew this must be
handled delicately but forcefully.

"Too true. Too true, however it should be noted that being human is what
gives me all that nice, hot, sweet, yummy blood that you would so willingly
sell your soul for. If you had one. No offense."

Spike could feel his dominance slip slightly and decided it was time for Xander
to lay his cards on the table, although he felt it was a low blow for the human
to go to the blood issue so early in the conversation.

"Fine! Point taken. So what is it that you want?"

Xander quickly scribbled a notation under his column on the paper and grinned.
"Well, as I see it, you and I should be equal partners."

Spikes mouth fell open in shock.

Spike was stunned. The negotiations were not going at all the way he had
anticipated and in fact, he couldn't understand why they were discussing
this matter at all. A fucking human would be damn lucky to be bitten,
butt fucked and claimed by a vampire of Spikes' caliber.

"WHAT? NO! I'm the vampire! A MASTER vampire! I wanna be the boss!"
Spike chose to ignore the childish whine that crept into his voice on that last
statement and he continued to hammer home his point.

"How would it look if we were at a demon party and I have to ask my
Consort's permission to, say, dance with a Naf'kl, or play kitten poker, or
kill and gut that fucking newspaper boy that tosses our daily on the roof each
morning? No! No, I won't have it!"

Spike then crossed his arms over his chest scowled. Xander could see
that he was going to have to make fast concessions or the entire process
could break down irrevocably. Something he was not too proud to admit
that he did not want to happen.

Xander laid down his pencil and pushed away his yellow legal pad. He
then looked Spike in the eye, using his best, pouty puppy face.

"Wait. Let's not fight. How about this. How about in front of my friends,
we are equal partners. I wouldn't want them to think you were mean or
bullying me around. They might do something stupid."

Spike rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, like give you a bunch of birthday wishes that go all wonky on us."

Xander's cock, which had been resting sleepily on the kitchen chair between
his legs, twitched and began waking at the memory of their night of fantasy and
he knew they needed to wrap this up and move on to the main event.

"Any way, as I was saying, in front of any demons, you are the big honcho.
I will act as the proper, obedient Consort should. I will be totally submissive
and allow you to use me for your own pleasure. They will all know you are
my Master. In private we discuss disagreements. Mutual respect which
means you do not order me around and we take turns being on top."

Spike was greatly encouraged. Especially in regards to the Master and personal
pleasure issues. The other points he could work with and easily turn around
to his advantage later. Besides that, the part where he got to show off and
parade around a human consort in front of that bunch of wankers down at
Willy's had his own erection stirring at the root.

Spike sat forward, laying his next item on the table.
"I agree to most of that, except that I want your little Scoobie friends to
understand that we are together. Permanently! No staking me and no
spells to get you free. They accept us or they sod off."

Xander wrote furiously.
"Done. Next?"

"If I give you orders it is to protect you aaaaaand, I am always on top."

Xander's pencil stopped, fortunately, his brain didn't. If they really did
have hundreds of years together, these little items that he let slide today
could be renegotiated in the future. The important part was that this
was forever. He would be owned. He would be the exclusive property
of a hyper, possibly psychopathic, sun allergic vampire. The reality
of what he was about to do slammed into him like a freight train and
he was shocked to realize that it didn't scare him at all.

Xander slammed down his pencil and looked up.


"About fucking time!"
Spike leapt to his feet, grabbed Xander's hand and hustled the chuckling
human off toward the bedroom before any further interruptions could
interfere with the double hardons that had all ready come to their own

A hard cock is very agreeable.

Smacking Xander soundly on the ass, Spike aimed him toward the bed
while the vampire quickly gathered up fresh towels and lots of lube.

"On the bed Love. Tick Tock. No time to waste."
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