The following day had seen Xander leave for work early but returning mid afternoon, with Andy in tow.

Spike had fortunately risen at midday, so was dressed and working at his computer as the two arrived.

“So what… you two come home for a threesome nooner?”

Andy looked utterly flabbergasted, “What!!! No!! I mean? Oh…”

Xander patted his arm reassuringly, “He’s kidding man… Come on… he’s just being an arse!”

The bigger man blushed profusely as Spike winked, grinned and added, “Yeah… not one for sharing mate.”

“So why are you home at this more than respectable hour anyway?”

“Got the car assessed this morning and they’re putting it in straight away. Jim did the police report, just said it was vandals…”

“Effin’ morons more like…”

“Yeah well… Bottom line is the insurers approved the quote and the car’s in being fixed until Friday, so Andy drove me home.”

Spike had wandered into the kitchen as his partner talked and returned holding three beers. “Right then so early mark it is, drink?”

He threw one to Xander, and handed one to Andy who had hardly moved since the earlier comments.

“Sorry if I threw you before. Got an evil sense of humor is all.” Xander shot a knowing smile at his lover.

“I’m good, but I’ll get you back one day, promise.” Andy smiled and his stance visibly relaxed.

“Can’t wait, mate.”

Andy and Xander moved out onto the balcony to chat in the afternoon sun. Spike excused himself and with a pang of sadness at his enforced retreat from the warmth, and returned to the darkness of the study and his computer. He vaguely heard Xander explain to Andy that his William had a deadline for his story and would probably join them a bit later.

Andy eventually left just after dark, promising to pick up his coworker in the morning.

Xander closed the door and turned only be pushed back against it. Spike grasped both his hands firmly and pinned them above his head then kissed him soundly, gradually lowering the arms a little and grinding his groin into Xander’s. He eventually released his partner and stepped back to grab his coat. “Hold that thought pet – gotta go out for a bit.”

“What?! Look you’re not mad ‘cause Andy came over Spike, ‘cause seriously..” Spike cut him off with another brisk kiss.

“Not angry pet, just wanna go get something and bein’ cooped up here all day gets me a bit stir crazy is all. Now don’t fret…. Gimme an hour or so. You eat somethin’, then get that cute arse of yours onto our bed, cause that’s where I want you when I come… back that is.” He gave Xander his most wickedly seductive smile then headed out the door.

Xander had been on the bed reading when he heard the key in the lock, then grinned broadly as the vampire strode into the bedroom and thrust a large box of chocolates, a bottle of port and length of thick silk rope into his hands.

He put the rope down and proceeded to open the chocolates, popped one in his mouth and placed the box on the end of their bed. The rope Spike had brought was a definite message, yet still had Xander intrigued and imagination piqued by possibilities.

“Do you have plans?”

Spike stared absently at the book Xander had been reading, then put the port on the floor, removed his coat and grabbed one of the occasional chairs from the corner of the room, pushing it very close to the end of the bed.

He lifted his chin and caught into the dark chocolate eye with his twinkling blue ones.

“I do – and it involves me not touching you.”

“You have *got* to be joking! C’mon Spike I thought we were gonna have some playtime? What’s with the rope then?” Xander was becoming more and more agitated at the thought of missing ‘partner activities’ on one of their last nights together, “Listen, I can wank when you go home!”

“Settle down you goit. I know you wanna play pet. So… what if I asked you to be really, really good.” Spike stepped forward until he was toe to toe with his companion and leaned in to whisper, “And what if I promised a lovely present if you’re are? Could you be really, really good? Could you obey me for a night? Could you follow instructions without question?”

“Ummm, sure, I guess if they’re from you….[quizzical look met by wicked grin]…’K I’m sure, it’s a game right?” Spike nodded, “OK then I’m sure… but… can I speak during this game?”

“Only to ask permission, pet. So you wanna play?” Xander gave an almost shy smile and nodded.

“First you must tie my hands behind my back…. Then prepare the bed”

Xander’s eyes betrayed his complete surprise, he had assumed that the rope would be for him, but he did as asked.

Wrists bound behind his back, Spike leaned back in the chair comfortably, as his partner wandered to the bathroom, returning moments later to spread a fresh towel on the bed. Xander turned off the main light replacing it with the more subtle bedside lamp. Then opened the side drawer – looked to him and with his bound partner’s permission, retrieved most of the ‘pleasure stash’ and arranged it within reach.

Remembering the game, he moved to kneel on the floor in front of Spike’s chair, knees slightly apart, chin angled down in a submissive posture, hands resting on either thigh, and awaited further instructions.

“You need to take off all but your boxers pet, then kneel on the towel facing me”

“Keep looking at me…. I want you to know that your touch is mine because I control it; your hands are mine because as I think it, you do it; and if I want your mind to imagine one object or another it will happen. When I demand that you feel warm, you will heat; when I tell you to come, you will. Understood?” Xander nodded and lifted his gaze, and saw the underfettered lust in his vampire’s face.

“Now, I am going to touch your inner thighs very softly….” Xander lifted his own hands and lightly brushes fingers as instructed, intent upon listening to the lowered tones of his voice. “From inside knee ever so slowly tickling the way to the top – and back down…. And again slower, lighter…… and again – but stop at the top.”   He complied feeling his eyes close as the mesmerizing voice continued to guide his hands.

“Caress the skin and run index fingers gently up and down the hip line – don’t touch your sex though, just feel there – ease the tips of the fingers under the material of your boxers and let the others brush lightly over the top….. and again.”

 “Get naked pet” Stripped of his underwear Xander felt strangely over-exposed in front of his lover, so cupped his manhood as though he was somehow on public view.

“Did I tell you to do that?” Xander dropped his hands immediately, lowered his chin then risked a worried glance up in response to the demanding tone. A sly smile directed at him reaffirmed that he need not be concerned, this was indeed a game – but there were rules.

 He waited again.

“Lick your fingers and circle your nipples…. Feel the heat and then the cool as they dry…. Do it again…..now pinch the nipples hard and roll them…. brush the tips with the palm of your hand… that’s my palm… and they’re *so* hard for me...”

“Pick up the clamps and put them on left… that’s it pet… so pretty… now right.” Xander did so and the thin chain connecting the two nipple clamps fell elegantly between.

“Now lie back so I can see all of you.” The man arranged himself diagonally on the bed – knowing that he could display all things to Spike from that position, yet still reach the toys.

“Begin to caress your navel – that’s it, both hands, now brush up along your ribs and circle the nipples – gonna pull the chain a little. That’s me pulling, watching you squirm. Hmmm….” Spike saw Xander arch ever so slightly with the delicious pain/pleasure this brought. “That’s it, now slide your right hand down, feel the hair, fondle it, brush it.”

Xander lay back naked, this time remembering not to touch until told…..

“We’re gonna use the glass dildo & lube… and the cinnamon heating oil.” Xander reached over to the side table retrieved the items and lay back placing them on his belly.

“Open for me.”

Xander bent his knees a little, then spread his legs wide allowing his instructor to see all he was about to do. Spike noted the already rock hard erection – apparently a bit of submission was ‘of the good’!

“Pour the oil in your right hand… now, stroke yourself a few times….” As he did so, he noticed his other hand that had simply been resting on his torso, absently tugging at the chain attached to his nipples.

“Now use the lube - your other hand ….that’s it pet. Trace around your rear entrance, and rub up around your sac… that’s it ….. keep that going ….. that’s it….” Spike saw Xander raise his left hip from the bed angling so the fingers could repeatedly circumnavigate the pucker, then brush over it in time with the other hand continuing to stroke his erection.

“Let me in now Xan. Push a cool finger and feel me inside… that’s it now more.” He watched as two, then three fingers caressed and penetrated, and he became aware that the thrust tempo had begun to increase.

“Now withdraw your fingers... Slow…. Really slow. ” He heard a definite groan. “You can keep the front going pet.”

“Lift your knees – keeping the pace yeah…..”

Xander thought about this for a moment – knowing that one can never have too much lube…. But one hand was still occupied…. He swiftly grabbed the anatomically correct crystal phallus, liberally coated it with the clear slick and lifted his legs. Spike saw the pucker for a couple of seconds before a firm left hand pressed the toy home while the other continued to stroke the erection.

Knees bent but still wide, Xander returned his heels to the bed, and kept the toy in place gently with his right hand, the perfect picture of precursor to more pleasure. Somewhat relieved that everything was ‘now in place’, he looked to his instructor for guidance.  Spike’s blue eyes now almost black with lust, and caused a fiery blush to flow from Xander’s face to knees. He dropped his gaze and waited.

“You may begin…. That’s it – all the way out and all the way in…. slow…that’s it… soft and slow…. stroke yourself in time… that’s it… it’s me inside you… you’re so hot and tight… so beautiful” Xander adjusted to the pace he dictated with his words… excruciatingly so, aching for more.

“Take your pleasure.”

Spike watched as a practiced right hand began to move up and down the shaft keeping pace with the increasing speed of the plundering glass object in his rear.

“Watch me…… tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling.”

Xander took a cartoon slow blink, eyes wide then began his commentary…..

“I can feel it, you, filling me ….. impossibly …. I can feel your fingers caressing…. your sex filling me and I just want you to move….. and… there…. And I imagine your hand over me and caressing and holding hard and then ….. rhythm starting to…and …. and …. Uugh… that’s it……”

After that the words become nonsensical, and the tempo became more and more erratic as tension built. He heard his own breathing begin to hitch and was vaguely conscious of Spike breathing also.

Then the command came again, “Hold still… don’t move.” “Oh! Geez!.... No!!” This time the loud cry from Xander was brimming with frustration, but he conceded, and stilled both hands.

“It would be fun to see if we could keep up this pattern all night…. You on the point of climax…. Pulled back just so…..”

“No!! Please just let me come… So hard for you Spike… Gotta come!” Silence.  “Oh come on! You’ve *got* to let me come now….. please!”

Spike smiled at the begging then remembered the game and dropped back into persona, “Why are you speaking?”

He watched with amusement as Xander abruptly remembered the rules, clenched his jaw tight, and balled his hands into fists around the towel and bed clothes, and silently screamed his further frustration.

After two more beats, Spike granted him permission to move again…

He picked up the pace almost where he’d left off, if not more rigorous…. The constant pressure on his prostate from the toy, during the ‘hiatus in action’, had heightened every nerve end in the area to an almost painful level of sensitivity.

Spike watched as the pelvis canted, heels dug in and back arched.

“Now” he commanded….. “Come now.”

He looked on as Xander’s good eye fluttered shut again and his hand movement stroked and pulled furiously. Harsh panting signaled the start of his orgasm. He saw his lover’s back arch completely off the bed as jet after jet of white fluid adorned Xander’s chest. Xander began breathing deeply and noticeably shifted the intensity of his ‘attentions’. Steadily slowing and becoming more like the caress of a lover, he eased himself down until movements almost ceased.

“Take ‘me’ out of you.” a husky voice whispered…

Xander did so reluctantly, and withdrew the instrument of ‘exquisite torture’ gently, rolling from the towel in the process and wrapping the glass piece… Eyelids lowered in the fashion of the recently satisfied, he noticed Spike’s arms still fastened with a painful erection straining to be free in the front of his jeans and obviously leaking - apparently he had enjoyed the show but was yet to be fulfilled.

A wicked thought ensued… he rolled to his side, hand returning to his own now obviously renewing interest, caressing it languidly. Xander saw blue eyes follow, so abruptly rolled off the bed to between Spike’s knees again.

Spike groaned and he allowed his legs to fall apart, giving his partner full access. Using only his mouth Xander nipped the base of the closed zipper, then began a path of strong nuzzling and licking through the hard material from base of his erection to the top…. By the time he had his nose nudging the top button, Spike was panting and moaning, by the time he had pulled the zipper down with his teeth, Spike had his hands in Xander’s hair and was begging for his mouth. Xander placed his hands at of the start of the groin and caressed both inner thighs at once, at the same time his tongue pressed over the tip of his manhood… He engulfed the erection almost to the base and swallowed hard, sucking back to the tip then repeating the move. Few could have withstood the onslaught. Spike threw his head back, screamed his lover’s name and came….. hard, and long. Xander swallowed as swiftly as he could, groaned when a little spilt then grinned. Spike claimed his mouth and licked the errant liquid from his chin.

He untied the vampire and stripped him naked. He then removed the tiny clamps from his own nipples as they both dove onto the bed. The lovers spent much of the remainder of the night gently caressing each other with reassuring touches. Spike occasionally nuzzled his lover’s neck, Xander suckled his partner’s nipples, but they had both silently decided that discussing future plans would wait until morning, this was a time for sated peace.