"Xan-derrrrr"

He wasn't listening to anything the evil undead said.

The fact that Spike’s voice alone sent coils of sparkling electricity down his spine was harder to ignore, and Spike knew it – kept talking.

How did Xander know Spike knew it?

Spike told him.

Constantly.

"I can smell the lust from here, pet. Why don’t you come over here and let me do something about it? Can't hurt you while I'm chained now can I?"

Xander wondered if Spike could bite through the ball gag he'd been saving up for at the sex shop.

Oh yeah, he had to find a new sex shop - one Cordy didn't have contacts at. Damn.

"I'm not angry, but I am bloody bored. And I itch."

Xander did not turn around because turning around would mean that Spike would be stretched out there - naked - and he knew that was his fault - but Spike would be stretched out there naked and touching himself, and teenaged lust could only resist so much temptation.

"There's a lovely bath in the back, pet. Deep and hooked up to a bloody marvelous water heater. You could fill it to the brim - keep me chained if you like. Never minded a bit of bondage, me. Take up a flannel and some lovely soap - run your hands all over my body." The seductive growl sounded suspiciously like a moan, and Xander resolved not to look. Not to look. But why not?

Xander looked and felt an immediate rush of blood to his cock that left him aching inside and out in seconds. "Whose fantasy is this anyway?"

"Yours," Spike answered immediately, holding Xander's eyes as if he wasn't the one chained to a wall. As if he wasn't slowly stripping his cock that gleamed with pre-come - slick and inviting, and Xander knew he could peel off his jeans and sink down on it and ride. Knew Spike could last for hours and -

Xander shook himself violently, trying to go back to his homework. His hands trembled. "Yeah, right."

"Be pretty easy to keep me under control if you chain my wrists to my ankles then -"

Xander threw his book down, stalked back to Spike. "Why are you helping me?"

Spike looked him over with an insolent smirk. "What makes you think I'm helping you?"

"What are you even doing in Sunnydale?" Xander smacked Spike's hand away from his cock. "And stop that."

"You like that. I can smell it."

"Yeah, well I'm eighteen. I like everything that makes me think of sex. And since that's pretty much everything but math homework, you haven't got anything on me, buddy."

"The beast inside’s a different matter. It likes everything that makes it think of me." Spike slid his hand over his belly, rubbed in the slick - slid smooth and easy down to cup his balls, offer them with a knowing smirk.

"The beast is asleep for another three weeks, so you? Are outta luck." Xander slapped at Spike's arm again but this time it didn't move, still and pale as marble.

"Do that again." Spike's tongue curled over his teeth, eyes flashed amber. "Do it again, pet. I liked it." To Xander's horror, Spike swirled a finger through the clear pre-come on his belly and held it to Xander's lips. And when had he gotten within reach of Spike? "Open up, pretty."

Musk-warm in a way a vampire shouldn't be - Xander swayed, sucked hard on Spike's finger before he came to himself and jerked away.

"The beast never sleeps. It needs."

Xander forced himself to his feet, taking a step back out of Spike's reach. "I don't."

Spike's eyes raked down Xander's body, over bare chest and tented jeans. "I think you do. Haven't been so clear-headed in months, have you? Been like you were tryin' to crawl out of your skin with want for my cock up your arse, breakin' you open and makin' you howl."

Xander sucked in a stuttering breath and stumbled backwards. Spike's words started up a slow throbbing in his ass, hungry want for exactly that.

"Haven't even shown you yet what I can do to you when you're not gagging for the main event. Ever had a tongue up your hole pet – wriggling and wiggling around inside? How about your cock sucked by a bloke who doesn't have to breathe?"

"You know what? All I have to do is think about you all grrr-fangy and any urge to put my dick in your mouth pretty much goes away."

"Liar." Spike singsonged, raising a manacled wrist and drawing his damp forefinger over Xander's fly. "Bet you want to put this in me don't you? Slick me up and pound away all those frustrations ‘till I bleed." Xander whimpered - couldn't stay away from Spike. None of the steps he took away from Spike lasted –blink and he was close to Spike again. Close enough for Spike to touch. Close enough for Spike to unfasten his fly, belt - Xander moaned. "That's the way of it, pet. If you're gonna keep me chained in the corner, the least you can do's keep me entertained."

Xander wished he could answer - wished he could think but thinking was never on the menu with Spike and god how unfair was it that even with Spike chained up and naked Xander couldn't -

Cold hands on bare hips, making him straddle Spike, stand with his legs spread in a way that made his knees shake, and now he couldn't hide the effect Spike had on him. Didn't want to look - felt cool fingers arranging the bottom of his shirt to frame his cock - heard the rich chuckle and trembled all over from the first chill slide of Spike's tongue around the crown. "S-ssss...!" He jerked forward, braced himself against the wall above Spike's head breathing hard.

"Want me to stop, pet?"

Xander opened his eyes wide, stared down into wicked narrow blue and a smirk that gleamed with - he shook his head, whined from the stroke and brush of a slim forefinger over his hole that was still sore, still throbbed from that morning.

"Say you want this. And I'll suck you down like sodding popsicle." Spike's lips - soft, cool, breath that felt like a draft in the room - and his finger circling, circling made his muscles flutter and clench and want. "Say the word, luv."

Xander opened his mouth, no words - fisted his hands against the wall and spread his legs wide but Spike's hand on his hip tightened, kept him from moving an inch.

"Say," Spike breathed over the pre-come damp tip of Xander's aching cock, "the words."

Rock dug into Xander's knuckles and the cool air in the mansion made the hair on his legs stand up, made him feel so much more exposed with his shirts still on and - he whimpered, closed his eyes. "Don't hurt me," came out in a rush, came out unbidden and unwanted and true.

"That'll do."