Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/X
Fandom: BtVS
Disclaimer: Joss is a God… and I’m not.
Written for: the smut_69 comm.

Prompt: RING
Fifth in the Smut 69 series

Commitment

by
Tisienne Blue

It was a simple thing, really. Hell, he’d worn one himself a time or two, when Dru had wanted some outward sign of his allegiance.

Had he carried on like a huge sodding baby, pouted and begged and wheedled to get out of it?

Of course not.

Then again, he supposed it might be different for humans, considering how much more seriously they took this sort of thing.

“Look, luv,” he murmured as they entered the shop, him with a spring in his step, his boy with more of a reluctant drag to his. “I asked. You said yes. You don’t get ta change your mind now, right? ‘s too late, what with all of our friends knowin’ an’ such.”

He waited until Xander heaved out one more huge, put-upon sigh, then dragged him quickly to the display case by the far wall.

“That one’s not bad, is it, pet? All manly an’ whatnot… you’d look a treat wearin’ it.”

The brunette wrinkled his nose, still trying to remember why he’d agreed. It was too soon, way too soon for something like this, but… then he saw the happy gleam in Spike’s eyes again and sighed, silently admitting that he was entirely vamp-whipped, and didn’t that phrase do interesting things to Xander Junior?

‘Think about that later,’ he told himself sternly. ‘Right now, you need to focus on walking out of here with at least your dignity—what little you still have—intact.’

“Uh…” he hedged, looking at Spike’s selection, “I think that might be little too manly, baby. It’s kinda… big and flashy. What about that one?”

And seeing as the one his boy was pointing at was exactly the one he’d hoped to be talked down to, Spike frowned and pouted and finally gave in. “Fine, luv… it’s simpler than what I’d like but if it makes you happy, then I’m happy.”

And oh, god… Spike had just so played him.

“Shit,” he muttered, then found himself smiling at the vampire’s wicked grin.

“Since you’re gettin’ th’ one, Xan… why not a second for th’ other nipple? Seems a shame ta make me talk you inta this all over again, yah?”

“Oh, no. No fucking way, Spike. It’s bad enough that I’m doing it once, and… pain? So not my bestest bud…”

And of course, Xander left the shop an hour later with two brand new nipple rings stinging his chest… and a promise from a lustful vampire to ‘lick them all better, pet; you know I will’ once said vampire got his boy home.

The End

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