Only Just Started
One To Grow On
"Unh! Nine... Ninety nine."
"Sire!" Xander's voice cracked, and he took a moment to get himself under control. "You said one hundred. That was an extra one. No fair!"
Spike tossed the paddle onto the bedside table and bent down to run his tongue over the quickly fading marks on his lover's buttocks.
"Consider it one to grow on. You know you never manage to go a full week without a well-earned spanking. Anyone might think you fuck things up on purpose, just to get me to play with your shiny red arse..."
A Special Meal
"Decided yet, luv? Do you know which one you're cutting from the herd? Be very sure before you make a move 'cause this one's special. This will be the hundredth kill you've made, so make it good. Choose the juiciest morsel on the dance floor and work your magic. Five minutes in your arms and they'll follow you anywhere. I'll be outside."
"Interesting choice, Xan. Didn't think you went for tall, dark and brooding."
Xander let the remains of his meal crumple to the floor and wiped away the remaining spots of blood.
"I used to dream of killing Angel."
One hundred nights came and went, unnoticed and unmarked. Sire and childe were far too busy learning their new roles to bother keeping track of things like time.
Boundaries were tested, rules were broken, and others bent. Punishments fairly earned were meted out with love, always with love. Spike never dealt a single blow in anger or for kicks, unless his boy was able to fight back. Those fights were fun.
One hundred, then one hundred more, and finally they noticed. They'd been together almost one full year and still they wanted nothing more than to be closer than before.