Demagnetized: Twinkie Aversion Therapy
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tasty_ficsTitle: Twinkie Aversion Therapy
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creyr
Fandom: BTVS
Characters: Spike/Xander
Summary: Spike isn't happy to find his pet gorging on junk food
Prompt: Food Play
Warnings: AU, D/s, torture by other demons
Word Count: 1,702
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Yes, please.
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, sadly Joss and Mutant Enemy won't let them go. Not for profit.
Author's Notes: This is a small chapter in a longer epic of porn. If you are interested in the rest, click the previous parts links. How could I resist this comm though? Forcocoajava.
Previous parts: Memories or in order on the prompt table
Xander hastily put his hands behind his back when Spike walked into the kitchen, but the vampire already knew what he’d been doing. The rancid chemical smell floated in the air and there was still a bit of creamy filling clinging to the boy’s lower lip. He hadn’t wanted to fight this battle, but the boy hadn’t given him any choice.
His voice was harsh with displeasure. “I believe the rules were that you had those on my say-so.”
The boy knew he was in trouble but he didn’t bother lying, merely put the crushed wrapper on the table. “I needed some tonight.”
“Needed. Interesting choice o’ words there. You’re well fed, or so I thought. Have I neglected your diet, pet?”
“No . . . .”
“Then perhaps you’ll tell me why you need them.”
“I don’t know.” The boy shrugged helplessly. “I just do.”
“There will be punishment for disobedience, but not tonight. I need to think. Off to bed with you, I’m gonna watch some telly.”
Spike already had a good idea what he planned, just needed to get some supplies and do a little recon. But keeping the boy in suspense was part of the plan. In the deep part of the night, he slipped out, going first to the empty Victorian on Summerfield Lane and nosing about. Place had been on the market for a few months and he thought it’d suit. Then he went to an all-night grocery store and bought what he needed. When he got back to the apartment, he hid them in the closet.
He looked in on Xander, desperately wanting to curl himself around the heat of the mortal, but the boy had defied his authority on this too many times and he had to be firm. Being someone’s Master was harder than he’d imagined.
Xander was apologetic in the morning, trying to be extra nice, but somehow Spike managed to maintain his cold expression. When the boy got home, Spike had already packed up and he ordered Xander into track bottoms and a T-shirt. He had the duffle with his equipment ready by the door and when the boy came back, Spike pulled out the leather hood. Uncertainty colored the boy’s scent and Spike feared he’d fight it, but after a moment he bowed his head and let the vampire buckle it onto him.
“Put your hand on my shoulder, pet, I’ll lead you.”
“Where are we going?”
“Off to see the brownies, boy.”
“Mini Girl Scouts?”
Spike had eaten a few Girl Scouts back in the day, very sweet blood they had, so he almost knew what Xander meant.
“Not quite.”
Once they reached the street, they fell into a rhythm of walking and Xander moved easily despite the loss of his vision.
“Scottish house demons. Was a book about them, long ago.”
Dru had found that book once, and she’d capered madly at the cute drawings. Brownies were some of her favorite demons because of their unthinking voraciousness. She’d wanted one for a pet, but Spike had talked her out of it, though he’d paid dearly for his persuasion later. Dru had laughed herself silly over the misconceptions in that book.
No one in Sunnydale seemed to find it strange that a pale man in a worn leather duster led a hooded man through the darkened streets. Sunnydale selective awareness worked in Spike’s favor.
He led Xander around to the back of the Victorian to the kitchen door and the lock he’d popped the night before. He set the duffle on the tiled floor and pulled out the leather wrist and ankle cuffs. He unbuckled the hood over Xander’s head.
The boy looked around curiously, but Spike ordered him to strip, and when the human was naked, strapped the cuffs to his wrists and ankles. The kitchen had a large built-in banquette with a very sturdy table.
“Up on the table, boy.”
“What the hell is this place?”
The boy didn’t hesitate though, laying down on the table. He looked beautiful sprawled out like an offering on an altar. And so he was, of a sort. Spike fastened the cuffs to the table legs with a length of chain and then wrapped a wide leather band around Xander’s hipbones, immobilizing his pelvis when he buckled it under the table.
“This is an empty house.”
“I can see that. What are we doing here?”
“This is your punishment for defying me about this rotten food. Y’see, brownies are little demons that live in human houses. Ordinarily humans spill and waste enough food to keep the little buggers happy, but this house has been empty for a good little bit. Its brownies are hungry.”
Spike ripped open a packet of Twinkies and crumbled them over Xander’s torso. He smeared the creamy filling over and between the boy’s nipples. He reached for another packet.
“What?!?”
“D’you know what’s in these bloody things, boy? Made with petrol. Been a long time since I’ve been human, but petrol’s not good for humans if I recall. These aren’t real food. Naught but sugar and artificial chemicals. Brownies’ll like ‘em though.”
He smeared the next package up and down Xander’s arms. The boy tried to struggle but he was bound securely. Spike pulled out a bottle of chocolate syrup and added several generous squirts to the mess decorating the boy.
“Oh, hell no, Spike. You can’t do this to me, you asshole.”
“There’s always consequences for disobedience, pet. I’ve tried to reason with you, tried giving you flat out orders. You’ve disregarded everything. This is the hard way.”
Spike finished up with a few packages of Ho-ho’s. Xander was covered in sticky sweets, some of the fillings were melting with his body heat. The vampire added a few more squirts of syrup. Xander was cursing him and getting louder, so Spike took the cock gag out of the duffle and strapped it around the boy’s head. Didn’t want to alarm the neighbors when the boy started screaming.
When he was certain that he’d completely covered Xander with treats for the brownies, he stood in the middle of the kitchen and called out softly, words he’d been taught long ago, “Trobhad an seo, brùnaidhian!”
He repeated the call and finally heard a rustling noise. A wrinkled face peered around the doorway and another crouched atop the cabinets.
“Tiodhlac airson sibh,” he said formally, gesturing to Xander.
The little demons came out cautiously, pug noses scenting the air. They had small wiry bodies covered with coarse brown hair, shaggy heads and wicked pointy teeth. One of them hopped up onto the table, chittering and giving Spike a grin that showed all of its teeth and causing Xander to shake his head frantically, yelling behind the gag.
Spike nodded and the other demon climbed up. He knew they’d be hungry and not too particular about what they nibbled on. But they smelled Spike on the human and knew he belonged to the vampire. His nod gave them the permission they needed to feed.
They dove onto the feast, licking and slurping at the sweets. Spike smelled it the moment that one of them nicked Xander’s skin and the tang of human blood filled the air. Xander’s eyes were pleading with him and he still shook his head, trying to escape or deny what was happening.
“No one hurts you that I don’t let ‘em, pet. I’m letting these lot.”
The boy’s eyes filled with despair, and then horror when one of the demons took too big a bite and scraped a tooth over his nipple. The brownies had raspy little tongues, worse than cats and Xander grimaced in pain as they licked the sweets off his sensitive nubbins.
“Look at me, pet.”
Xander turned to Spike, his gaze clinging desperately to Spike’s and the vampire felt a stirring of pity for the mortal he was allowing the brownies to torment. Xander wasn’t fighting anymore but the scent of his fear was so strong it overrode the chemical smell of the junk food. Spike found himself absently stroking the boy’s knees with his thumb, a small comforting touch. He kept it up when he realized what he was doing because he could see that the contact was steadying the boy. The demons went back to work on the sugary substance on his chest.
One of the brownies belched and Spike looked, seeing two distended bellies. The demons chattered at him and then scampered off. His boy was mostly clean, but covered in small cuts from their teeth.
He would clean the boy up thoroughly when they got home. Now was the time for truth between them, and understanding. He pulled the gag off Xander’s head.
“Why’d you need the Twinkies, pet?”
Xander shuddered. “Ever since I was little, when something bad happened, my mom let me have them. Even when she was the cause of it. It’s a habit, I guess.”
Spike could imagine how often the boy had to resort to his special treats. He’d lived in the basement long enough to get a bloody clear picture.
“And did something bad happen?”
“I screwed up at work. Didn’t measure for the drywall right and so we didn’t order enough. Job’s delayed. I want to do this one right so badly. Don’t wanna mess up again. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, but I just needed . . . .”
“Comfort.”
“Yeah.”
“You’ve got me now, pet. When you need comfort, you’ve but to tell me.”
Xander looked surprised at that. “You? I’ve never had someone to . . . .”
“Everything means everything, pet. I keep telling you, you bloody stubborn whelp, it’s not all about sex.” He kept his voice light.
“Lets go home, and you can tell me all about it, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Xander sat up as Spike released his bonds. “But you’ve totally ruined Twinkies for me, hope you’re happy.”
~~~~~~
Notes for this chapter
Author:
creyrFandom: BTVS
Characters: Spike/Xander
Summary: Spike isn't happy to find his pet gorging on junk food
Prompt: Food Play
Warnings: AU, D/s, torture by other demons
Word Count: 1,702
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Yes, please.
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine, sadly Joss and Mutant Enemy won't let them go. Not for profit.
Author's Notes: This is a small chapter in a longer epic of porn. If you are interested in the rest, click the previous parts links. How could I resist this comm though? For
cocoajava.Previous parts: Memories or in order on the prompt table
Xander hastily put his hands behind his back when Spike walked into the kitchen, but the vampire already knew what he’d been doing. The rancid chemical smell floated in the air and there was still a bit of creamy filling clinging to the boy’s lower lip. He hadn’t wanted to fight this battle, but the boy hadn’t given him any choice.
His voice was harsh with displeasure. “I believe the rules were that you had those on my say-so.”
The boy knew he was in trouble but he didn’t bother lying, merely put the crushed wrapper on the table. “I needed some tonight.”
“Needed. Interesting choice o’ words there. You’re well fed, or so I thought. Have I neglected your diet, pet?”
“No . . . .”
“Then perhaps you’ll tell me why you need them.”
“I don’t know.” The boy shrugged helplessly. “I just do.”
“There will be punishment for disobedience, but not tonight. I need to think. Off to bed with you, I’m gonna watch some telly.”
Spike already had a good idea what he planned, just needed to get some supplies and do a little recon. But keeping the boy in suspense was part of the plan. In the deep part of the night, he slipped out, going first to the empty Victorian on Summerfield Lane and nosing about. Place had been on the market for a few months and he thought it’d suit. Then he went to an all-night grocery store and bought what he needed. When he got back to the apartment, he hid them in the closet.
He looked in on Xander, desperately wanting to curl himself around the heat of the mortal, but the boy had defied his authority on this too many times and he had to be firm. Being someone’s Master was harder than he’d imagined.
Xander was apologetic in the morning, trying to be extra nice, but somehow Spike managed to maintain his cold expression. When the boy got home, Spike had already packed up and he ordered Xander into track bottoms and a T-shirt. He had the duffle with his equipment ready by the door and when the boy came back, Spike pulled out the leather hood. Uncertainty colored the boy’s scent and Spike feared he’d fight it, but after a moment he bowed his head and let the vampire buckle it onto him.
“Put your hand on my shoulder, pet, I’ll lead you.”
“Where are we going?”
“Off to see the brownies, boy.”
“Mini Girl Scouts?”
Spike had eaten a few Girl Scouts back in the day, very sweet blood they had, so he almost knew what Xander meant.
“Not quite.”
Once they reached the street, they fell into a rhythm of walking and Xander moved easily despite the loss of his vision.
“Scottish house demons. Was a book about them, long ago.”
Dru had found that book once, and she’d capered madly at the cute drawings. Brownies were some of her favorite demons because of their unthinking voraciousness. She’d wanted one for a pet, but Spike had talked her out of it, though he’d paid dearly for his persuasion later. Dru had laughed herself silly over the misconceptions in that book.
No one in Sunnydale seemed to find it strange that a pale man in a worn leather duster led a hooded man through the darkened streets. Sunnydale selective awareness worked in Spike’s favor.
He led Xander around to the back of the Victorian to the kitchen door and the lock he’d popped the night before. He set the duffle on the tiled floor and pulled out the leather wrist and ankle cuffs. He unbuckled the hood over Xander’s head.
The boy looked around curiously, but Spike ordered him to strip, and when the human was naked, strapped the cuffs to his wrists and ankles. The kitchen had a large built-in banquette with a very sturdy table.
“Up on the table, boy.”
“What the hell is this place?”
The boy didn’t hesitate though, laying down on the table. He looked beautiful sprawled out like an offering on an altar. And so he was, of a sort. Spike fastened the cuffs to the table legs with a length of chain and then wrapped a wide leather band around Xander’s hipbones, immobilizing his pelvis when he buckled it under the table.
“This is an empty house.”
“I can see that. What are we doing here?”
“This is your punishment for defying me about this rotten food. Y’see, brownies are little demons that live in human houses. Ordinarily humans spill and waste enough food to keep the little buggers happy, but this house has been empty for a good little bit. Its brownies are hungry.”
Spike ripped open a packet of Twinkies and crumbled them over Xander’s torso. He smeared the creamy filling over and between the boy’s nipples. He reached for another packet.
“What?!?”
“D’you know what’s in these bloody things, boy? Made with petrol. Been a long time since I’ve been human, but petrol’s not good for humans if I recall. These aren’t real food. Naught but sugar and artificial chemicals. Brownies’ll like ‘em though.”
He smeared the next package up and down Xander’s arms. The boy tried to struggle but he was bound securely. Spike pulled out a bottle of chocolate syrup and added several generous squirts to the mess decorating the boy.
“Oh, hell no, Spike. You can’t do this to me, you asshole.”
“There’s always consequences for disobedience, pet. I’ve tried to reason with you, tried giving you flat out orders. You’ve disregarded everything. This is the hard way.”
Spike finished up with a few packages of Ho-ho’s. Xander was covered in sticky sweets, some of the fillings were melting with his body heat. The vampire added a few more squirts of syrup. Xander was cursing him and getting louder, so Spike took the cock gag out of the duffle and strapped it around the boy’s head. Didn’t want to alarm the neighbors when the boy started screaming.
When he was certain that he’d completely covered Xander with treats for the brownies, he stood in the middle of the kitchen and called out softly, words he’d been taught long ago, “Trobhad an seo, brùnaidhian!”
He repeated the call and finally heard a rustling noise. A wrinkled face peered around the doorway and another crouched atop the cabinets.
“Tiodhlac airson sibh,” he said formally, gesturing to Xander.
The little demons came out cautiously, pug noses scenting the air. They had small wiry bodies covered with coarse brown hair, shaggy heads and wicked pointy teeth. One of them hopped up onto the table, chittering and giving Spike a grin that showed all of its teeth and causing Xander to shake his head frantically, yelling behind the gag.
Spike nodded and the other demon climbed up. He knew they’d be hungry and not too particular about what they nibbled on. But they smelled Spike on the human and knew he belonged to the vampire. His nod gave them the permission they needed to feed.
They dove onto the feast, licking and slurping at the sweets. Spike smelled it the moment that one of them nicked Xander’s skin and the tang of human blood filled the air. Xander’s eyes were pleading with him and he still shook his head, trying to escape or deny what was happening.
“No one hurts you that I don’t let ‘em, pet. I’m letting these lot.”
The boy’s eyes filled with despair, and then horror when one of the demons took too big a bite and scraped a tooth over his nipple. The brownies had raspy little tongues, worse than cats and Xander grimaced in pain as they licked the sweets off his sensitive nubbins.
“Look at me, pet.”
Xander turned to Spike, his gaze clinging desperately to Spike’s and the vampire felt a stirring of pity for the mortal he was allowing the brownies to torment. Xander wasn’t fighting anymore but the scent of his fear was so strong it overrode the chemical smell of the junk food. Spike found himself absently stroking the boy’s knees with his thumb, a small comforting touch. He kept it up when he realized what he was doing because he could see that the contact was steadying the boy. The demons went back to work on the sugary substance on his chest.
One of the brownies belched and Spike looked, seeing two distended bellies. The demons chattered at him and then scampered off. His boy was mostly clean, but covered in small cuts from their teeth.
He would clean the boy up thoroughly when they got home. Now was the time for truth between them, and understanding. He pulled the gag off Xander’s head.
“Why’d you need the Twinkies, pet?”
Xander shuddered. “Ever since I was little, when something bad happened, my mom let me have them. Even when she was the cause of it. It’s a habit, I guess.”
Spike could imagine how often the boy had to resort to his special treats. He’d lived in the basement long enough to get a bloody clear picture.
“And did something bad happen?”
“I screwed up at work. Didn’t measure for the drywall right and so we didn’t order enough. Job’s delayed. I want to do this one right so badly. Don’t wanna mess up again. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, but I just needed . . . .”
“Comfort.”
“Yeah.”
“You’ve got me now, pet. When you need comfort, you’ve but to tell me.”
Xander looked surprised at that. “You? I’ve never had someone to . . . .”
“Everything means everything, pet. I keep telling you, you bloody stubborn whelp, it’s not all about sex.” He kept his voice light.
“Lets go home, and you can tell me all about it, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Xander sat up as Spike released his bonds. “But you’ve totally ruined Twinkies for me, hope you’re happy.”
~~~~~~
Notes for this chapter
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Date: 2007-04-07 06:55 am (UTC)It's still creepy and ooky and GAH and I still love it. You can't beat the old-world charm of a Brownie doing what it does best!
Very yummy. Thanks for hauling it over here!