Xander
sits on the stool at the breakfast bar shirtless, a strip of red satin exposed
above the waistband of his jeans.
He
pretends he doesn’t hear Spike behind him.
The
vampire takes in the evidence. The only sounds: the washing machine whirring in
the basement and the faintest pop as Spike unbuttons his jeans. Then Xander
hears the tiniest gasp from Spike as…
Xander’s
aching to turn round, to see; instead, he leans forward. With faux nonchalance
he tips the bowl of Cap’n Crunch towards him. He wonders what Spike’s doing
then he hears him leave the kitchen and the clump of boots as the vampire
sprints up the stairs, two at a time. Followed by the sound of drawers being
pulled open in a hurry, a muffled “Fuck!” as something falls - then silence.
Xander’s
won the bet. He peers down at his open jeans, vaguely uncomfortable with how
good the satin feels against his cock. No, he isn’t going to like this too
much, but he is liking the sense of
anticipation as he plops the empty bowl into the sink, licks the spoon then
tosses that too.
He looks
at the piece of paper under the fridge magnet. Giggles to himself and slides
two fingers over the satin clad column in his jeans as he reads.
My turn now, bet you can’t keep your hands off your beautiful cock
Xander
shivers, “Yup, starting now. I can do
this.”
He wanders
into the hallway, hands self-consciously suspended away from his hips and waits
at the bottom of the stairs leaning on the banisters, but he can’t hear
anything even when he holds his breath.
“Oi! You
alright down there?”
“I’m fine!
Why?”
“Couldn’t
hear you for a minute.”
Xander
smiles at the concern in his vampire’s voice and makes for the sofa where he
finds a neat bundle of khaki clothing and another note:
keep
the boots on
He
balances on the arm rest as he loosens the laces, slips off his boots then
slides his jeans down, careful to keep the red satin panties in place. Bundles
his clothes and tosses them behind the TV. It takes a few minutes to clasp the dog tags
with trembling fingers that home in on his claim mark for the umpteenth time
that day. And when he touches the pale scar, the sign of Spike’s ownership,
Xander flinches as lick of fire runs to his groin. The knowledge that he
willingly follows the master vampire’s written instructions makes Xander weak
with love and gratitude. He can touch
here.
Xander
loves these little games, loves that they are a celebration of how Spike owns
him wherever he is. When they are together and they fuck, the vampire pins the
human down and bites into the offered throat then laps gently at the weeping
wound until he has ground another desperate orgasm from his consort. And he
‘has’ Xander even when they’re physically apart. Occasionally Spike will set
Xander a challenge, always gentle for there are never any serious
repercussions, the punishment for failure is a drawn out hard-on. The reward is
an affirmation of their mutual need and what began as desperate, horny shagging
a few months ago in the basement, has evolved into an unquestioning affirmation
of something beyond lust – the relationship between vampire and consort,
baptised in blood and come.
And,
suddenly he feels like a jerk. This game, this outfit, to think they were his
idea. He’d found Spike so horny looking when he’d seen him like this the first
time. He’d hidden behind the Scoobies hoping against hope they’d not notice his
straining erection. He’d mentioned it to Spike once, in bed. He’d said now he knew why the military life had
such an appeal and Spike had laughed along with him.
Xander
squints down the waistband of his pants at the now huge bulge in the ridiculous
panties and it’s enough to distract Xander from any psychological discomfort.
He ‘won’ – wants to prove it. He didn’t suffer an erection all day, wearing
these on the site just so he could sling the panties in the trash without
showing how brave he’d been to Spike. Spike would be proud of him. This consort
will get what’s coming to him. Either that or he’s gonna form a union.
Xander
steps back in the boots, zips up the army pants, careful to avoid touching his
straining cock and pulls the white T over his head, his thumbs catching around
the neck as he hears Spike enter the room. One eye covered by cotton still,
Xander gulps when he recognises the unmistakable look of lust on his lover’s
face.
“Fuck but
you look… beautiful…” Spike almost sighs.
The
vampire moves a couple of steps towards Xander, who’s pissed that he’s not
quite ready for his mate but then he sees the blue eyes narrow and the head tilt
ever so slightly as Spike takes him in.
Another jolt of anticipation and the human experiences a sudden sense of
power to catch his vampire off guard. Covers up quickly,
“It’s all
the brick dust, right? It’s a look. The price
of this stuff, well, it ain’t cheap…”
Spike is a
vision. He’s dug up the uniform he wore all those months ago, tight army sweater
clinging to his narrow belly, boots gleaming in the artificial light, blond
hair mussed and curly and still a little damp from the shower. It’s their
secret this softness – no one else gets to see this except Xander. The sense of
possession fills Xander like hot oil as he waits. His vampire, his secret. His.
The joke breaks
the spell cast by Xander’s appearance because in an instant Spike’s face becomes a
mask of white steel with only the faintest tick in the sculpted cheek revealing
the effort involved in this facade. Xander grins despite himself, he always
finds their little games demand too much of him as an actor. The giggles stop
abruptly when Spike raises an eyebrow. The master vampire’s back now, Spike
saunters towards the human, unblinking, eyes almost black with anticipation as
they sweep the Private head to toe.
“What are you, boy?” the barked demand makes
Xander flinch in surprise and the human feels a sudden, unexpected well of
tears that he’s displeased his master and looks deliberately past his lover’s
shoulder at the stack of CDs behind him breathing in sharply to recover his
composure.
“Harris,
SIR!”
The
vampire’s eyebrows knit.
“What. Are.
You. Boy?”
“Nothing, SIR!” Xander says, not daring
to shift from his ‘at ease’ position as Spike circles him slowly.
When Spike
moves behind him, Xander takes the opportunity to close his eyes for a few
delicious seconds and focus on the sensation in his cock. He knows Spike can
smell his arousal, knows he can see the slight tenting in the loose khaki
pants, knows the vampire wants to lick the sheen of sweat coating his face and
neck and knows, too, that the fact he hasn’t showered will be driving Spike
crazy with need. But Xander finds he’s frightened as if he almost believes this
little scenario were real and Spike is his senior commander who’s ‘caught’ him
– late. He holds his position, feet 12 inches apart and hands clasped behind
his back. So fragile this state of wanting and being wanted that insecurity
creeps in easily and Xander slips into the familiar role of underdog.
“You’re an
arsehole, Harris. I’m tired of carrying you! I’m through with your lame-arse
ways!”
“It’s
‘ass’, Spike!”
Xander
gasps as, from behind him, his ‘officers’ cane whips up between unsuspecting
thighs and is held in position.
“Permission
to speak, Harris!” Spike hisses, “I’ve allowed this subversion long enough!”
Xander
tilts his hips shamelessly so he can revel in the feel of the cane pushing
against his balls, but Spike’s pulled it away too quick, and the highly aroused
human can hear the vampire slapping it gently against a gloved palm before he
glides back into sight. Tense, deliciously apprehensive, Xander sucks his
cheeks in for a second,
“Permission
to speak – SIR?”
Spike dips
a sharp chin, thinks for a moment then lifts his left hand to his mouth and
tugs at the glove with his teeth, cobra eyes on his recruit throughout, watching
for a reaction.
“Way it
looks to me, private, there ain’t no words left.”
Spike
lowers his eyes to the cigarette packet he’s retrieved from his pocket so
doesn’t notice Xander’s grin in reaction to the vampire’s attempt to sound more
American.
Xander
weighs up the consequences of reminding his lover that his parents will smell
the cigarette smoke and he’ll be so
grounded when they get back from visiting Uncle Barney but somehow…he realises
as the column of smoke hits his lowered eyelids…it wouldn’t do to break the
spell.
Spike’s on
a roll now slipping into ‘talking to minion’ mode with ease.
“Had my
way, I’d have jerks like you shot! First light, photographers, press, doting
fans – nice execution. Can’t beat them.” The cigarette dangles from a full
lower lip – the bastard knows he
looks fucking gorgeous like that – like a whore – his hands free to pull the
glove back on and play with the cane.
The cold
English tone so sexy Xander finds he’s swaying very slightly towards the evil
bastard, willing him to touch him, needing the vampire’s cold lips anywhere,
somewhere before he fucking explodes. He runs his tongue over dry lips,
“Spike, I
mean…I…won’t let it happen again, SIR!”
And
Spike’s beside him now, fuck, so
close – Xander clenches his hands, the weight of the heat in his pelvis
dragging him down. He longs to drop to his knees and beg for one touch, just
one. He’s bewildered by the intensity of his desire for this undead creature
and how despite being taken on and against every flat surface in the kitchen
that morning, raw with being fucked,
he still craves more.
“That’s
right, private.” Spike’s face is a thread’s width away from his own as the
vampire whispers a breathless promise, “You’ll have to pay, Harris. Can’t be
seen to have favourites, can I now?”
Xander holds
perfectly still as the gloved hand touches his lips, the smell of cigarettes
lingering in the leather, and out of the corner of his eye he checks the
discarded butt burning in the vase. Reassured, he closes his eyes and sways
forward again, his lips parting to admit the acrid finger. Spike doesn’t help
the human who, giddy with desire stretches his mouth wide and pulls the finger
into his mouth. Xander knows Spike loves to look at him when he’s sucking any
part of him and the sense of power is back now, all fear gone as he tugs at the
gloved finger, hollowing his cheeks as his tongue fellates the finger,
reminding Spike what he can do and what he is aching to do. Xander knows Spike
can hear his heart racing with effort and excitement - knows he’s the one in control when the shaky baritone hisses,
“You don’t
want to wear yourself out, private. I’m sure we can come to some arrangement.”
“That’s a
relief, Sir.” Xander’s aware that he’s grinning now, and he doesn’t care that
Spike knows he’s lost the Oscar.
He gasps
as Spike grips the back of his neck, twisting the long curls, pulling his mouth
towards him,
“Think
you’re clever, don’t you, boy. Waving that pretty arse at me, bending over in
the showers…” The vampire’s voice all at once loaded with promise and threat,
and the human watches hungrily the way Spike’s evil tongue flicks as he talks,
“Like I
said, it’s ‘ass’, Sir…” and now a soft, wicked tongue is rolling softly across
Xander’s trembling lips as Spike pulls him close,
“Want me
to do this to your ‘arse’?”
The
vampire taunts, dragging little wet circles around Xander’s soft lips that now
have a hint of leather on them. Xander doesn’t respond although his hips are
rocking towards the vampire’s sinewy body delighted as ever how the evil
bastard has to stretch up to kiss him. Oh, this is good, he likes the way that
hand on his neck is tighter now, trying to persuade him to crumple and give the
vamp access to his mouth, but he’s made of sterner stuff, there’s that Oscar
nomination after all…and then Spike takes Xander’s wrist with his free hand and
pulls him closer, no doubt revelling in the reluctance he must sense while
allowing his other hand to stray for a moment over Xander’s mark…
“You
fucking bastard…I’m trying to concentrate here…” Xander moans, the sense of
being in charge of himself dissolves as his cock is magnetically drawn towards
Spike’s own Khaki clad erection and his lips finally part for that clever,
insistent tongue.
The
vampire explores Xander’s mouth tentatively sending jolts of electricity to
Xander’s worn ass, only to tease again,
“That what
you think about, private, in the middle of the night when one of the other
recruits has your cock in his mouth?” The tongue probes further, filling Xander
as he grinds against his lover’s hardness, and the human lets out a series of
stifled moans forcing him to grip Spike’s shoulders for balance,
“No…sir…I
wouldn’t do that…” he manages to gasp as he pulls back for air.
“’Sir…’
“Spike reminds him before he pulls violently on Xander’s tongue with frosty
lips as if it’s the breath denied
The human
can feel his knees buckling and he drags himself from the vampire panting with
the effort that little movement took.
Spike’s
face falls then an instant lascivious smile when he sees Xander unzipping
himself,
“No
touching, remember…” and Spike’s tone’s warm now, his ‘lover’s’ voice filled
with syrup and longing - the one only he
hears. Xander feels a lurch of love fill his throat and chest as he begins to
push the pants down his tan thighs, drinking in the abandoned, delighted smile
on the vampire’s heart-breakingly beautiful features. Almost giggles again when
Spike nods at Xander’s boots to remind him.
Fuck, this
was going to be tricky…
Shit, no
hopping, cool guys don’t hop when they undress but Spike, ever the British gentleman,
is on his knees before him, helping, gazing up at him with adoration as he
teases the pants round Xander’s ankles, gasping when he notices the maroon
stained red satin where the human’s neglected cock has been weeping. And he’s
back on his feet, in role again to Xander’s relief and remorse.
“Don’t
think these are regulation, soldier.”
“No, SIR!”
Spike
looks like he’s taking a deep breath as he points to the sofa with his cane,
eyes hooded with lust.
“Take them
off, Harris, won’t have those in my barracks.”
“Yes, SIR!”
Xander can
feel Spike’s eyes boring into him, smiles at the appreciative growl as he turns
his back to his lover, looks at him over his shoulder and hooks his thumbs into
the panties then slides them so slowly, wincing at the touch of fabric,
revealing a muscular ass inch by perfect inch from behind.
Holding
Spike’s awe-struck gaze for dramatic effect, he turns and releases his relieved
cock in one movement. Spike’s eyes, Xander’s pleased to see, are practically on
stalks when the panties hit the unfortunate plant and hang over the waxed
leaves. Xander settles on the sofa, the white cotton T bunched carefully around
his armpits to accentuate the smooth, sun kissed skin, leaning back invitingly
and positioning himself to afford his ‘superior officer’ an open view of his
cock jutting forward. He shifts one leg onto the cushions to draw Spike’s eyes
to those boots. Vamp always was a sucker for boots.
With a
growl, Spike kicks the coffee table aside ignoring Xander’s look of alarm as
magazines and mugs scatter on the rug then and folds gracefully to his knees
his face inches away from the human’s cock. A practiced movement and he’s
hooked Xander’s knees to position him. Spike gently drapes Xander’s legs over
his own khaki clad shoulders and turns his head to allow his tongue to work a
painfully slow trail from Xander’s inner knee, down…oh fuck…down…towards
his…Xander’s hips buck desperately.
“You’re…wearing…Je-sus…too
many…”
“Just
right, I’d say, “Spike soothes, as he adjusts Xander’s T to expose the human’s
neck. He’s still wearing his gloves as a finger tracks the line of his
consort’s jugular avoiding the mark, blue eyes shifting for a second to yellow
as Xander yowls in despair when he abruptly pinches the scar then lets go, oh
too quickly, to slip a hand between the cotton and skin at the hollow of the
human’s neck.
Xander’s
desperate now, all sensation pooling at his groin he thrusts upwards toward
Spike who shifts away cruelly to concentrate on his human’s face as determined
hands continue their painful, slow dance towards Xander’s bucking inner thighs.
“You hot, soldier?”
Spike rolls a finger through the moist, dark hairs at the root of Xander’s
cock, and Xander sees a look of intense desire transform Spike’s features into
a hard almost angry grimace, teeth bared and lips pulled back, his tongue
darting in time with the rhythm of his consort’s twitching legs as they strain
over Spike’s shoulders.
“Hurts…”
Xander chokes, “Fuck…hurts…”
“What
does, pet?” Spike stretches a hand to touch his lover’s face tracing a gentle
path across dark eyebrows as the other grabs suddenly and violently at the
human’s cock, “That better?”
“Oh,
Jesus…yes…” the leather snagging against the rigid, over sensitive skin.
One gloved
hand shimmies gently to the
“Still
hurting…”
“No…”
Xander chokes back a giggle, “Not…oh…not
so much now…” then he wails as Spike lets go and stands.
The
human’s head drops back to the backrest as he drinks in the sight of the
vampire undoing his flies. Ah, this was better, bare skin, bare beautiful skin
but,
“Hey!”
Spike’s
still fully dressed,
“You want
something, private?” And the face is sly, pale blue eyes shining like stars as
the vampire takes his time, waits for his lover to concede. Xander nods almost
goofy with lust, “That beautiful cock’s looking a bit left out, I’d say. “Spike
explains as he removes his gloves all teeth and promise and slides a hand down
the front of his pants, lips pursing involuntarily as he finds his erection,
“needs a bit of this, a bit of attention. Dunno…seems a bit cruel to just…”
Spike licks his lips as he begins to pump himself, “…to just leave it, hanging
there like that…’cos this feels good…real
good…”
“You’re
enjoying this aren’t you?” Xander glances down at his cock which seems to be
taunting him now, “Just touch me, please
touch me…please…”
“Dunno,
I’m kind of enjoying this. You’re a lovely sight, Xan, half naked; wanting me,
big, brown, pleading eyes…do you want
me, private?” Spike continues pleasuring himself, towering over the whimpering
human, “But if I touch you, you’ll stop looking like you do now…”
“How do I
look?” Xander wriggles his hips a little, just enough to allow his cock to
sway, “Like I want you? Like I want you to fuck me…”
With his
free hand, Spike pulls a tube of lube from his back pocket.
“Umm…what’s
this?” The grin on his face is sadistic now, and it’s as if Xander’s no longer
in the room as the vampire pumps himself more urgently and seems to forget he’s
got something to do,
“Hey!
Spike…”
Spike
glances down at the tube in his hand,
“Oh…yeah…wait
a sec…”
And
strolls to the CDs.
Ok, he’s
turned his back now, won’t know if…shit…that feels good…oh…really good…
“No
touching pet, gonna have to punish you good now.”
It’s too
late. He’s really going to get it now, and the CD plays, damn, this is too
much…
And they called it puppy love
Oh, I guess they'll never know
How a young heart really feels
and why I love…
“…you so...” Spike sings with a grin as he
slicks his cock and advances towards the quivering, eye-rolling Xander.
Xander’s legs are
back in the air again and Spike hastily thumbs a dollop of lube at the human’s
entrance, pressing his finger forward, sighing with excitement when Xander
engulfs it with an impatient thrust of his own.
“You’re still
dressed, I want to see you, see how beautiful you are…”
“Uh-huh…don’t want to
catch a chill.”
Spike balances a knee
on the edge of the sofa, braces his other leg for support and with a series of
firm yet delicate thrusts is inside the gasping human, his pants rasping
against bare skin, his forehead pressed
against the scalding chest, Xander’s pounding heart, deafening to his own ears
no doubt deafening the vamp as he winds his woolclad arms round Xander’s naked,
bucking legs the feel of rough fabric tormenting and exciting the human who
wants to see all of his vampire – everything
– and this frustration, that his master is in charge turns him on more than
anything.
The human’s hands
spasm forward to grab his lover’s shoulders inadvertently throwing his hips out
of line which decreases the much needed friction so he whips his arms back,
over his head to grip the headrest. He feels exposed, vulnerable with the fully
dressed Spike pounding into him, the rough cloth of the army sweater grating
against his raw skin, leaving little red rashes behind it. Xander can see the
vampire looking down for a moment – awe-struck at the sight of his cock as it
emerges then disappears repeatedly between them as he thrusts till he can find
the best angle. Xander can hear irregular pants and sighs escaping from his own
mouth as well as Spike’s grunting and growling as he ploughs urgently into his
consort, then one final twist till he finds that spot…
“Oh…fuck Spike, touch
me…”
“Isn’t this ‘touchy’
enough for you, pet?”
Spike takes a rare
breath, closes his eyes and holds for a torturous moment then jackknives
ferociously against the begging Xander, pulling forward until their mouths rest
against each other, tongues jabbing hungrily between them and at the point
where he knows Xander’s ready, Spike throws open his eyes so he can fall into his
consort’s desperate, brown eyes, pleading for release.
And it’s too much for
him,
“Love, I’m a bit tied
up here…you’ll have to…oh…” A deep
breath, “As your commanding… fuck it, I give you permission…oh...you can…”
but there’s no need,
the look, just the look of him:
Spike’s eyes winched open so they can devour every detail of the human’s face, just the sight of the
vampire’s elegant jaw jutting erratically
as Spike feels one spasm after another shudder through him – all this is
enough for Xander and he doesn’t need any further physical contact, just the
feel of enveloping the vampire’s cock as he pushes against Spike one last time
and sees the vampire’s eyes soften
and fill with longing and those eyelids suddenly, demurely drop to half mast as
if he’s overcome with shyness at his need -
all this is enough to bring Xander moaning and shuddering to a burning
climax as he claws at his mark to show Spike, make him understand what this means. Spike slips his hand over Xander’s as he grinds
against his beloved until the last drop of come is drawn from both of them.
A long moment later
and Spike’s humming, his voice vibrating against the folded human.
“I’m trapped.” Xander
sighs, stroking the blond curls with shaking hands.
“Oh… sorry…”
Xander clasps his
legs firmly round the vamp’s neck. “Stay!” The human breathes in heavily when
he sees the quizzical look, “I mean, that fucking album, Spike…don’t wanna
move…but holy crap…!” Spike chuckles
which effectively releases him from Xander’s bruised grip.
“You lost the bet.” The vampire explains
crawling onto the sofa and pulling Xander’s still shaking legs across his lap.
He twists and untwists the boot laces.
“No I didn’t. No
touching.”
“When I put Donny on,
then. There was ‘touching’. If I’d known he got you so hot...”
“No way! A bet’s a
bet.”
Spike smiles
sleepily, “Umm…a bet’s a bet.”
He shucks closer to
Xander and pulls the human’s T down over his chest, leans in and parts Xander’s
lips with a gentle slide of his tongue, shucks even closer as Xander responds
to the gentle exploration by slipping into the sofa cushions and drawing his
arm around the slight shoulders.
“You’re wearing too
many clothes, Spike, makes me feel all exposed in just my boots…and look…my T’s
all scrumpled and squashed…”
“And your hair’s all
mussed and ‘fuck-me’…” Spike’s stretched along the length of the human. He
slips his arms under him and pulls him close for another kiss, more penetrating
this time, “You’ll have to even the score, sweetheart.”
“Umm…how?”
Spike parts Xander’s
legs and kneels between them and as he falls again on his consort’s lips,
Xander can hear laces being pulled free from his boots as his legs snake around
Spike’s waist. He shifts his ass eagerly so it’s back where it belongs and
closes his eyes, smiling as he feels Spike pressing the long piece of unraveled
leather into his palm so Xander can even things up.