Survivor's Guilt 3/? (Prompt: Asylum)
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tamingthemuseTitle: Survivor’s Guilt, 3/?
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Prompt: Asylum
Warnings: bdsm, slavery
Rating: Adults Only
Summary: This is a post-NFA fic. Giles finds Spike as a slave for sale, with no memory of his past. He buys him and takes him home, intending to try to fix him if he can. This chapter- Giles gets more acquainted with his new slave.
Previous parts here.
The next day was a little like torture for Giles. The thought of a naked and submissive Spike bound and waiting for him kept intruding into his mind, over and over again. He somehow stumbled through his day and made it home. He locked the door, made sure the answering machine was on, and walked back to the room where Spike was chained.
It shouldn’t be like this, he told himself. Home was an asylum from the pressures of the world. Safe and quiet and soothing. But now it was anything but, as the disturbingly beautiful slave lay spread and secured on the bed for him.
William lifted his head to look at Giles. His blue eyes were fastened onto his new master. He stayed quiet, as he’d been ordered.
Giles stopped at the bedside and stroked a hand over the softly wavy brown hair. William pressed against Giles’ hand, rubbing and purring at the attention. The expression on his face was blissful. Giles shuddered deep inside even as he felt himself drawn to the sweet neediness it betrayed. This wasn’t Spike. He might as well decide to call him William, since that was how the boy thought of himself. He barely noticed he’d already switched to thinking of William as a ‘boy’, or that he’d already settled on keeping him.
He moved to unlock each of the manacles. “Don’t get any ideas, boy. Stay still til I tell you otherwise,” he said as he unlocked them. William obeyed, laying still on the bed. Giles settled on the bed next to William, and started stroking his hair again. “What am I going to do with you?” He wondered aloud.
William looked confused at the question. He remembered he was allowed to speak to answer. “Anything that pleases you, Master.”
Giles shivered again, and the Ripper part of him stirred. The combination of that innocent, open compliance combined with the knowledge William was truly a vampire, and one who’d participated in many debaucheries in his time, was practically irresistible. Giles’ resistance was crumbling fast. He curled fingers in William’s hair and pulled him up. He pressed his lips against William’s, the kiss fierce and demanding.
William moaned and tilted his head, giving Giles more access to him. He could feel the need in the other man. It was like a tickle in his brain, that need calling to him, and he wanted to feed it. Wanted to please his new Master so badly it almost hurt.
Giles let go of William at last and stood up, starting to strip off his own clothes. “On your belly, boy, and pull your knees up under you. I want that ass in the air.”
William scrambled to obey, and was in position in a flash. Giles got his clothes off, and reached over to the bedside table to retrieve some lube. He wasn’t intending to bother much with preliminaries. William wouldn’t need them and Giles couldn’t wait. He squirted some lube on his fingers and worked two, then three fingers quickly and roughly into William.
William groaned and arched, pushing against the fingers stretching him. This was familiar, and welcome. Giles used his other hand to slick lube over his cock, getting ready to take William. The slender vampire was driving him mad with the movements and noises, and he couldn’t wait long. He pulled his fingers away, ignoring the little whimper from William, and shoved into him hard. William howled and rocked back, obviously wanting the fucking as much as Giles.
Giles let himself go, not trying to hold back his darker nature. He smacked a hand hard on the upturned ass, savoring William’s whimper, and gripped his hip with the other hand. He slammed again and again into his new slave, continuing to spank William’s lovely reddening ass as he did so.
William, for his part, was rocking back for all he was worth. He needed this. Craved it. He could feel it all through him. This was what he was built for, and he reveled in it.
Giles knew he wouldn’t last long. It had been entirely too long since he’d been with anyone. He rammed into William, and in all too short a time he was screaming himself as he climaxed. It was ripped out of him like a living thing, and he thought almost idly that he’d never felt anything like it as he slumped forward onto William.
William purred softly, comfortable and happy and sated as he lay under Giles’ warm weight. He was content even if he himself hadn’t orgasmed.
It took a while for Giles to pull himself together. He rolled off to the side and looked at William. He felt shaky now, weak, almost drained. Unusually so. He cupped William’s cheek, asking a question. “Are you hungry?”
William shook his head. “No. Not hungry. I feel full and happy right now.” He answered without really thinking about his words.
Giles nodded and shuddered. “I should have thought of it when you didn’t want blood before.” He was speaking his thoughts aloud, and stroked fingertips over William’s face.
William purred and rubbed against Giles’ hand. He hadn’t been asked a question, he couldn’t speak, so he just looked at Giles with questioning eyes.
Giles was lost in thought, so it took a while for him to notice William’s look. He chuckled. “You don’t even need to speak to communicate sometimes. I’ll tell you later, when I’m sure. I need to run some tests.” He pulled William to him, and grabbed a blanket to toss over both of them. “But first, I need some rest.” He closed his eyes, the pretty slave cuddled next to him, as he drifted off to sleep.
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Prompt: Asylum
Warnings: bdsm, slavery
Rating: Adults Only
Summary: This is a post-NFA fic. Giles finds Spike as a slave for sale, with no memory of his past. He buys him and takes him home, intending to try to fix him if he can. This chapter- Giles gets more acquainted with his new slave.
Previous parts here.
The next day was a little like torture for Giles. The thought of a naked and submissive Spike bound and waiting for him kept intruding into his mind, over and over again. He somehow stumbled through his day and made it home. He locked the door, made sure the answering machine was on, and walked back to the room where Spike was chained.
It shouldn’t be like this, he told himself. Home was an asylum from the pressures of the world. Safe and quiet and soothing. But now it was anything but, as the disturbingly beautiful slave lay spread and secured on the bed for him.
William lifted his head to look at Giles. His blue eyes were fastened onto his new master. He stayed quiet, as he’d been ordered.
Giles stopped at the bedside and stroked a hand over the softly wavy brown hair. William pressed against Giles’ hand, rubbing and purring at the attention. The expression on his face was blissful. Giles shuddered deep inside even as he felt himself drawn to the sweet neediness it betrayed. This wasn’t Spike. He might as well decide to call him William, since that was how the boy thought of himself. He barely noticed he’d already switched to thinking of William as a ‘boy’, or that he’d already settled on keeping him.
He moved to unlock each of the manacles. “Don’t get any ideas, boy. Stay still til I tell you otherwise,” he said as he unlocked them. William obeyed, laying still on the bed. Giles settled on the bed next to William, and started stroking his hair again. “What am I going to do with you?” He wondered aloud.
William looked confused at the question. He remembered he was allowed to speak to answer. “Anything that pleases you, Master.”
Giles shivered again, and the Ripper part of him stirred. The combination of that innocent, open compliance combined with the knowledge William was truly a vampire, and one who’d participated in many debaucheries in his time, was practically irresistible. Giles’ resistance was crumbling fast. He curled fingers in William’s hair and pulled him up. He pressed his lips against William’s, the kiss fierce and demanding.
William moaned and tilted his head, giving Giles more access to him. He could feel the need in the other man. It was like a tickle in his brain, that need calling to him, and he wanted to feed it. Wanted to please his new Master so badly it almost hurt.
Giles let go of William at last and stood up, starting to strip off his own clothes. “On your belly, boy, and pull your knees up under you. I want that ass in the air.”
William scrambled to obey, and was in position in a flash. Giles got his clothes off, and reached over to the bedside table to retrieve some lube. He wasn’t intending to bother much with preliminaries. William wouldn’t need them and Giles couldn’t wait. He squirted some lube on his fingers and worked two, then three fingers quickly and roughly into William.
William groaned and arched, pushing against the fingers stretching him. This was familiar, and welcome. Giles used his other hand to slick lube over his cock, getting ready to take William. The slender vampire was driving him mad with the movements and noises, and he couldn’t wait long. He pulled his fingers away, ignoring the little whimper from William, and shoved into him hard. William howled and rocked back, obviously wanting the fucking as much as Giles.
Giles let himself go, not trying to hold back his darker nature. He smacked a hand hard on the upturned ass, savoring William’s whimper, and gripped his hip with the other hand. He slammed again and again into his new slave, continuing to spank William’s lovely reddening ass as he did so.
William, for his part, was rocking back for all he was worth. He needed this. Craved it. He could feel it all through him. This was what he was built for, and he reveled in it.
Giles knew he wouldn’t last long. It had been entirely too long since he’d been with anyone. He rammed into William, and in all too short a time he was screaming himself as he climaxed. It was ripped out of him like a living thing, and he thought almost idly that he’d never felt anything like it as he slumped forward onto William.
William purred softly, comfortable and happy and sated as he lay under Giles’ warm weight. He was content even if he himself hadn’t orgasmed.
It took a while for Giles to pull himself together. He rolled off to the side and looked at William. He felt shaky now, weak, almost drained. Unusually so. He cupped William’s cheek, asking a question. “Are you hungry?”
William shook his head. “No. Not hungry. I feel full and happy right now.” He answered without really thinking about his words.
Giles nodded and shuddered. “I should have thought of it when you didn’t want blood before.” He was speaking his thoughts aloud, and stroked fingertips over William’s face.
William purred and rubbed against Giles’ hand. He hadn’t been asked a question, he couldn’t speak, so he just looked at Giles with questioning eyes.
Giles was lost in thought, so it took a while for him to notice William’s look. He chuckled. “You don’t even need to speak to communicate sometimes. I’ll tell you later, when I’m sure. I need to run some tests.” He pulled William to him, and grabbed a blanket to toss over both of them. “But first, I need some rest.” He closed his eyes, the pretty slave cuddled next to him, as he drifted off to sleep.
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