Oh god, he was so hard! Xander grasped himself roughly, jerking on
his aching cock. He groaned at the slight twinge of pain mixed with
the pleasure his callused hands provided. It felt like he'd been a
walking hard-on for days now. Every time he closed his eyes he pictured
the same thing. The same body. He slumped further in his seat, laying
his head onto the back of the comfortable sofa, his eyes closed while
he ran through the fantasy in his mind.
Spike lay on his lover's bed. Xander had left for work hours ago but had immediately offered Spike the use of his apartment while he was gone. The vampire had demanded a lengthy kiss and grope before he would allow the human to leave. And Xander was more than willing to comply. In fact, since Spike had arrived unannounced yesterday, Xander had been more than compliant about every one of Spike's desires.
Master. The boy had called him Master. And he'd meant it.
A heady rush of power surged through Spike. It had been a long time since he'd felt that rush. Since even before getting that bloody chip in his head; constantly beaten by that idiot Slayer, and then having Dru reject him for a horny Fungus Demon. It had been years since he'd had anyone obey him, want him, as much the boy seemed to.
They'd spent most of the night shagging. He even let Xander take a turn puttin' it to him. He remembered the feel of Xan's hard cock pushing into him, filling him. It'd been a long time since he'd had that feeling as well.
Spike could feel his erection twitching to life. Just thinking about the boy got him hard. Who would've thought that the whelp could be so hot? So wantonly sexual? The desire that Spike remembered seeing in Xander's eyes was enough to bring him to full attention.
Leisurely Spike reached down and began to stroke himself. He closed his eyes, picturing the boy as he'd discovered him yesterday. Lying prone on the couch, legs spread, cock hard, touching himself and groaning.
The fantasy Xander in Spike's mind opened his eyes and Spike was slammed with a fist of desire. The look in Xander's eyes, the want, need, was enough to make Spike groan.
Spike's hand pumped faster, his hips thrusting up into his own tight fist. A growl built up in the back of his throat, sending reverberations throughout his chest. He pictured himself forcing Xander down onto his knees, kicking his legs open and thrusting hard into his tight hole.
"Fuck, Xan!" Spike cried, his orgasm building. He pumped harder, faster, tighter. "Mine!" The cry was wrung from his lips as he shot his load into the air. Droplets of cum landed on his chest and stomach. Spike was still recovering when he heard the soft whisper.
"Yours." Xander stood in the doorway, rock hard, and completely naked. He'd come home during lunch hoping to have an hour or so with Spike. Having been half hard all day, he wanted to get back to his lover as soon as possible. When he walked in to find Spike touching himself, he'd been blown away. And when he heard Spike call his name and declare his ownership, he'd very nearly cum all over himself.
Xander reached down to touch himself, but immediately withdrew when he heard Spike's harsh command. "Stop!"
"No touching what's mine, luv."
"Yes, Master." Xander answered obediently, his heart hammering in his chest.
"You're home a bit early, Xan?" Spike made the statement a question.
"I couldn't stay away Master. Wanted to see you." Xander answered, his cock throbbing. God, the way Spike was looking at him, he wouldn't have to touch himself to cum.
"Did you now?" Spike leered at him, stepping off the bed and closing in on Xander's trembling body. He took one cool digit, slipped it in his mouth and slicked it down before trailing it along Xander's cheek and then down his neck until he reached Xan's muscular chest.
Xander shivered, waiting. "Please, Master." He whispered.
"Please what, boy?"
"Please..." Xander looked up at him with big chocolate pleading eyes. "May I cum, Master?"
Spike nearly caved in right then. But instead he said, "No.
I'm not through with you yet, pet."
"Yes, Master." Xander bowed his head.
"Get on the bed." He shoved Xander forward, watching as his pet's hard dick bounced eagerly with every step. "On all fours, luv."
Xander knelt on the bed, ass in the air, waiting. He felt a sting as Spike's open palm came down hard on his exposed ass cheek. Xander couldn't help letting out a small grunt of pain, but this only seemed to amuse and arouse Spike even more. "Who do you belong to, pet?" Spike demanded.
"You! Master, you!" Xander was quick to answer, but the blows kept coming. His butt was turning a rosy shade of pink, the sting lasting longer and making his skin tingle.
"Did you enjoy the show, pet? Enjoy watching me get my knackers off?" Spike's own hand felt the slight sting with each hard slap. The warmth of Xander's skin was seeping into his hand and traveling up his arm making the vampire shiver.
"Yes! No!" Xander didn't know which answer Spike was looking for. "Please, Master!"
"Well, was it a yes, or no, pet? Did you know I was thinking about you, Xan? Thinking about opening you up, fucking you?"
Xander's whole body shuddered at the image that popped into his head at Spike's words. Tears sprang to his eyes as Spike continued the assault on his ass. Xander needed to cum so bad he ached. He shook his head trying to relieve some of the pain he was feeling.
"Well, Xan?" Spike demanded. "Yes, or no?"
"Yes!!" Xander screamed, finally deciding to go with the truth. It wasn't as if Spike couldn't see how hard he'd been. How turned on watching Spike cum had gotten him.
And just like that the spankings stopped. Xander sobbed with relief, and then cried out with lust when he felt Spike's tongue bathing the reddened skin.
"Good, pet." Spike praised him in between licks. "You don't lie to me, ever, you hear?"
"Yes, Master." Xander groaned and pressed back against Spike's cool tongue.
Spike licked Xander's bum until it was shiny with his spit. Then he pursed his lips and blew lightly drying the pink tinged skin. Spike's renewed erection jumped as Xander shivered at the sensation.
He kissed Xander's ass, trailing his tongue lightly over the skin, until he reached the cleft between Xander's cheeks. Spike spread them gingerly; his mouth watering as he spied Xander's quivering hole.
Spike let his tongue take one long sweep over Xander's puckered opening, feeling the muscles in Xander's butt clench at the onslaught. Spike took his time, circling the hole with the tip of his tongue before letting himself dip into Xander's tight tunnel.
"Spike!" Xander groaned at the name without thinking. The rimming he was receiving short-circuiting all his remaining brain functions. When Spike pulled away from him, he had to force himself not to collapse into a ball and cry.
"What did you call me, boy?" Spike demanded.
"Master! I'm sorry, Master!" Xander cried out, praying for forgiveness.
"Who do you belong to?!"
"That's right, pet. You're mine." Spike positioned himself behind the trembling boy, his cock head brushing against Xander's slicked hole. "Mine!" Spike roared as he plunged into Xander's body.
Spike took him hard, thrusting powerfully. Xander was shaking from head to toe, doing everything in his power to keep from cumming, to keep from touching himself. But Spike kept brushing against his prostate, making Xander's dick pulse and his balls tighten.
"You want to cum, luv?" Spike whispered in Xander's ear before biting down hard on the lobe.
"Yes! Please!" Xander begged, sure he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer.
Spike reached over, caressing Xander's cock gently before taking his sac in hand and pulling hard.
"Ahhh!" Xander cried out at the sting of pain, but was relieved to find his imminent orgasm receding.
Xander felt Spike nibble kisses up and down his neck, every once in awhile grazing his fangs against Xander's skin. Xander couldnít do anything but hump back on to Spike's dick, searching for more, begging Spike to go deeper, harder.
Spike longed to sink his fangs into Xander's hot flesh. But knew that, that would be going too far. He was already surprised that the chip hadn't fired during the spanking. He'd even gotten carried away enough to bite down on the boy's delectable ear. Spike had the idea that he might be able to get away with biting Xander, as long as it was something the boy wanted. But he didn't want to take the chance, at least not now. Now, all he wanted was to cum.
Spike rammed himself into Xander, grunting his pleasure as the boy clenched around him. "Yes, luv. Just like that!" Spike cried out as he felt himself lose control.
This time when he reached around to grasp Xander's dick he created a tight tunnel of friction for the boy. He jacked him hard, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Xander was moaning incoherently, shaking his head, no doubt trying to stave off his orgasm. But Spike was almost there, ready to shoot out his pleasure and he wanted Xander there with him. Leaning forward he licked at the spot of skin just below Xander's ear and then whispered seductively, "Now, luv, cum now."
"Yes!" Xander cried out, letting loose his release. His cum pulsed through his cock, the pleasure was so extreme that it turned into a kind of pain. Xander felt as Spike reached his own climax, coating his walls with cool cum. The feeling of Spike's cock throbbing inside him was enough to keep him cumming, even after going dry. "Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck!" Xander screamed as the feeling became too intense and pain lanced through his sensitive cock.
Later, Xander woke to find Spike leaning over him. "Blacked out, luv." Spike answered his unspoken question. Xander could have sworn he'd seen a flash of concern behind Spike's ice blue eyes before the vampire covered his _expression with one of boredom.
"Sorry, Master." Xander answered automatically.
They lay together on the bed for awhile, Xander wondering what he was going to tell his boss since he never returned from lunch. Xander had almost made up his mind to get up and call in to work, when Spike reached for him and pressed their lips together.
They kissed for what seemed like forever. Xander loved the way Spike kissed. Like he enjoyed kissing, just for the sake of kissing, whether it was going to lead to sex or not. As if Spike put everything he had into his kisses. It made Xander dizzy and hard at the same time.
"Mmmm." Spike pulled away to stare into Xander's big doe eyes. "So you liked watching did you, pet?"
Xander blushed and murmured a quiet, "Yes."
Spike was intrigued to find that Xander could still blush after all the things they'd done and said to each other in the past twenty-four hours. He smiled and kissed Xander again. "So do I, luv." Spike's hands began to wander of their own volition, touching Xander in all his most sensitive places. "We'll make sure to do a lot more of that when we play, okay, luv?"
Xander's blush deepened, amusing Spike even further, but he answered with a heartfelt, "Okay." Before kissing Spike again.
"Okay, what, Xan?" Spike demanded sternly.
Xander bit his lip hard, drawing blood, at his slip. "Okay, Master. Sorry, Master."
Spike leaned down, deciding to forgive his lover the slip, and took Xander's bloody lip into his mouth. He suckled gently before letting him go. "Mine!" He growled softly.
God, Xander's blood was a heady rush through his system. Spike wanted more. More of Xander's blood and more of Xander's body. Maybe it was time to test his theory? Spike was itching to sink his teeth into the boy. He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted someone so badly.
"Ready to play another game, luv?"
"Yes, Master." And so was Spike.
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