Press 2

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Press 2

by
Kayla

Part One

"Thank you for calling 1-900-WILD-ONE, Sunnydale's hottest phone sex line. If you are female, press "1". If you are male, press "2". If you are of indeterminate or multiple genders, press "3"."

[beep]

"Well, hello sir! We have so much to offer you this evening. To talk with one of our delicious humans, press "1". If you prefer demons of the humanoid variety, press "2". For a walk on the really wild side, speak with one of our non-humanoid demons by pressing "3"."

[beep]

"You naughty thing, you! You've chosen the option of one of our many talented humanoid demons. For a sexy female, press "1". If you'd like to talk with a male, press "2". For the indecisive, try a frisky little hermaphrodite and press "3". Or, if you'd rather, press "4" to have a chat with a demon of indeterminate gender."

[beep]

"Oh, aren't you in luck? We have so many lovely boys for you to choose from this evening. If you're looking for a shy, submissive boy who will obey your every command, press "1". If you're in the mood for someone a little more aggressive and dominant, press "2". Wanting something kinky? For someone specializing in fetishes, press "3"."

[beep]

"Oooh, you're looking for a little spice with a naughty, forceful boy. Well, we have just the one for you! Please wait while your call is being connected with your specially chosen man of the evening."

[cheesy porno music playing]

[deep, purring voice] "Well, hello there sexy. And what's your name?"

[throat clearing] "Xa--um, Greg."

[husky chuckle] "Greg, hmm? Well, you sound positively edible, Greg. And what would you like me to do to you tonight?"

[almost stuttering] "Oh, um, I guess...anything?"

[nearly inaudible growl] "Oh, sounds good to me, pet. Let's see...why don't you get comfortable. Got a bed?"

"Y-yeah."

"Well then, I want you to put me on speaker, then strip and lay yourself out on your back. But don't touch yourself yet, understand?"

[rustling and creaking noises] "Ok."

"Good. So, tell my what you look like, Greg. I wanna know what kinda treat I got laid out for me."

"Well, I-I have, um, dark hair. And dark eyes. And, um, I'm kind of built. From, y'know, work and stuff."

"Yeah? Sound like you're quite a catch."

[nervous laughter] "Well, my ex didn't think so." [uncomfortable silence] "So, um, what do you look like?"

"Depends. What do you want me to look like?"

"Oh. Right. Ok....um, how about...blonde? And...kinda pale. Blue eyes?"

[long pause] "I...think I can do that. Blonde, blue-eyed and pale. You pegged it, that's me." [another long pause] "So...Greg. Got someone you fancy, then?"

"N-no!" [forced chuckle] "No, no one. Just, y'know, sort of a fantasy I guess. And can I say this is a very wiggy conversion to be having on a phone sex line?"

"Right. Where were we then? You all naked an' spread out for me?"

"Yeah."

[voice gets huskier] "You hard?"

[soft moan] "Y-yes."

"I bet you are. God pet, you sound so needy. You're leaking, aren't you? All over that lovely smooth skin on your stomach."

[tiny whimper] "...please..."

"Wanna touch yourself, huh? Well, I s'pose I can do somethin' about that. I want you to take a finger -- just one -- and put it in your mouth. Get it all wet for me."

[slurping sounds]

"Good. Now, play with your nipples, love. Just use the one finger, mind!"

[moaning and whimpering] "oh...god...."

"Want more?"

"Yesssss....."

"Bet you wanna touch your cock, huh? It's all hard an' throbbin', and you just wanna wrap your hand around it and squeeze and pull until you cum all over yourself, don't you?

[gasping and loud moaning] "oh....yeah...please..."

[commanding snarl] "Don't you touch it!"

[choked off cry of protest]

"You can use both hands now, but only touch your nipples, understand?"

[loud whimper]

"You're so hard, aren't you luv? You're hips are thrusting up into the air, tryin' to find somethin' to rub that gorgeous cock of yours against. Your nipples are pebbled up tight, just beggin' to be licked an' sucked an' nibbled on. Your skin is startin' to flush a delicious pink every time your fingers flick over your nipples."

"...oh please...I can't..."

"Ah ah! No touching there!"

[frustrated groan]

"Oh, don't be like that, pet! You know you love it."

[sound of either agreement, or sheer sexual frustration]

"You want it bad, don't you? Want me there, touching you, tasting you, shoving myself inside you. Tell me you want it, pet."

[bed squeaks] "yes...oh, yes, touch me. Fuck me. Please...."

"Oh yeah, pet. So lovely. I can just see you writhing under me as I push into your tight, hot body. You're so beautiful when I'm fucking you, luv ."

[squeaking of bed increases, more panting]

[forceful growl] "Tilt your head back for me. That's it. Such a pretty neck. Know what I'm gonna do, Greg? I'm gonna bite you. Right. There!"

[breath catches] "ahhhh...god yes...ooohhh.....Spike!" [drawn-out moan of completion]

[clatter of phone being dropped then picked up again]

[contented panting]

[suspicious/disbelieving voice] "Xander? That you?"

[startled intake of breath] "S-Spike?"

[shocked silence]

[panicked squeak] "...oh shit..."

Xander tumbled from the bed and frantically slapped at his phone, knocking it onto the floor in his haste to disconnect. "Oh, fuck," he breathed. "This really, really sucks! Oh god. Shit. Fuck!" He tore at his hair in distress, and sank back down onto the bed.

The bed. With it's now-rumpled covers and heady smell of self-pleasure. Only, not really 'self'. No, because he had been talking to Spike. Make that having phone sex with Spike. And Spike had made him cum. Just. Using. His. Voice.

With a strangled cry, he leapt away from the bed, glaring at it as if it might suddenly attack him. He began to pace around the room. "Ok. It's not that bad. Really. I mean, so we had phone sex...that can't be too awful, can it? It's not like anyone will ever know! I'm sure not telling a soul! And Spike...he'd have to explain about where he was working. And...holy shit! Spike is a phone sex operator!" Xander stopped dead in his tracks, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

"Spike. Phone sex. Gaahhh...." He felt himself start to grow hard again at the remembrance of Spike's low, husky voice as he had touched himself, and...

"Ack!" Xander smacked himself on the face. "Bad thoughts! Naughty Xander!" Hurriedly, he dressed, feeling a desperate need to get away from his apartment.

Keys and wallet in hand, he wrenched open the front door. "Aahhh!" He stumbled back, gaping in shock at the figure lounging in the doorway.

Spike raised an eyebrow and sauntered inside, closing the door and locking it. He turned back, eyeing Xander curiously. "A fantasy, huh?"

Xander gave a nervous chuckle as he looked up at the vampire from his place on the floor. "Um...Spike. What are you doing here? And...how'd you get here so fast?"

Spike ignored that, stalking over until he was standing with his legs on either side of Xander's thighs. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, and just a bit on the pale side, huh?"

"Spike...I...I..."

Spike crouched down and covered Xander's mouth. His eyes glittered. "Dominant and aggressive? That what you wanted?"

Xander's pupils dilated at the words that were growled out in that deep, throaty voice. He flushed.

Spike removed his hand and tilted Xander's head back. "I think I can do that," he whispered, then fastened his lips to Xander's in a fierce, claiming kiss of ownership.

Xander whimpered.

The End

Sequel: Follow up to Press "2". Makes much more sense if you've read that first.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Xander makes *another* phone call....
Feedback: If you give it to me, I'll keep writing. Then again, even if you don't give it to me, I'll keep writing. So...whatever. :)
Archive: Only NummyTreats, Spike and Xander's WOF, BTVSslash, CKoS. All others, ask first.
Disclaimer: I would have *much* more fun with them that Joss would. Therefore, they should be given to me. Right?

Part Two

"Thank you for calling 1-900-WILD-ONE, Sunnydale's hottest phone sex line. If you are female, press "1". If you are male, press "2". If you--"

[beep]

"Well, hello sir! We have so much to offer you this evening. To talk with one of our delicious humans, press "1". If you prefer demons of the humanoid variety, press "2". For--"

[beep]

"You naughty thing, you! You've chosen the option of one of our many talented humanoid demons. For a sexy female, press "1". If you'd like to talk with a male, press "2". For the inde--"

[beep]

"Oh, aren't you in luck? We have so many lovely boys for you to choose from this evening. If you're looking for a shy, submissive boy who will obey your every command, press "1". If you're in the--"

[beep]

"Oh, is that the way it is? Well, I know just the one for you! Please wait while your call is being connected with your specially chosen man of the evening."

[cheesy porno music playing]

[shy, quiet voice] "Hello sir. What would you like me to call you?"

[suspicious pause] "Spike? Is that you?"

[slight shock] "Xander? What are you doing calling here again?"

[snort] "Gee, I dunno. Because someone went off to work and left me all hard and horny?"

[deep chuckle] "Yeah, but you look so good like that, luv."

[embarrassed cough] "Yeah, well -- hey, wait a sec! Why did I get you again?"

[growl] "What, there something wrong with talking to me?"

"I don't mean...I meant...well..."

[snicker] "Why am I up for the 'shy and submissive' type?"

"Um, yeah."

"Tell you a secret, pet. There really aren't that many folks answering the phones here. And...we'll talk about this desire to dominate when I come over after work, understand."

[sharp intake of breath] "O-ok."

"Good." [chair creaking] "Now, let's get on with the fantasy, shall we?"

"Spike? Um...why would I pay for whatever this call is going to cost me to talk to you? I can do that anytime."

[wry chuckle] "Xan...how often you think I'm gonna let you be the one in charge?"

[thoughtful pause] "Oh. Right. Ok." [clearing throat] "So, um, you'll do anything I say?"

"It's your credit card bill. And I always give the customers what they want."

[shaky voice] "Yeah. Ok. Um...call me 'sir' again?"

[deep, throaty purr] "Yes, sir?"

[gasp of pure lust] "Holy shit..." [throat clears again] "I mean...I want you to strip and get down on your knees for me."

"Oh, yes sir." [clicking sounds, then rustling of clothing]

[stunned disbelief] "Spike? Are you really...?"

"Sure, why not? Got my own private little booth here, might as well have a bit of fun."

"What about the phone?"

"Oh, got one of them neat little headset things tonight. Now, get back into your role!"

"Geez, you're a pushy sub!"

[playful snarl]

"Are you talking back to me?"

[pause] "No, sir."

"That's what I thought. Are you naked yet?"

[more rustling] "Yes, sir."

"Good. I can just picture you, kneeling on the floor at my feet. God, yeah." [panting] "Put your hands on the back of your neck." [muffled sound of zipper being pulled down]

"Whatever you say, sir."

"I want you to suck me, Spike. I wanna see my cock sliding between those gorgeous lips of yours." [moaning] "God, Spike...suck on your fingers for me. I wanna hear how you sound."

[slurping and sucking noises]

[whimpering] "...that's so fucking hot, Spike. You love it, don't you?"

[fingers removed with a wet pop] "Love how you taste, sir. Wanna suck you, an' lick you all over."

[more whimpering] "S-Spike, get on your hands and knees. I wanna see your ass."

[scuffling sounds]

"That's so perfect." [low moan] "I wanna fuck you so bad, Spike. Shove my cock into your tight little ass and pound you through the floor. You want that?"

[voice slightly sarcastic, but mostly just filled with lust] "Oh yes. Please sir, please fuck me."

[pouting evident in tone of voice] "Say it like you mean it..."

[pause, then a husky whisper] "Please. Master, please fuck me. I need you inside me."

[startled gasp] "...holy fuck." [labored breathing]

[very long pause] "Xan? You ok, pet?"

"Y-Yeah. Um...woah. That was just...got a visual there." [forced laughter]

"Hit a kink, huh? We'll...explore it more later on. For now, I'm hard an' I'm waitin' to be screwed. Master."

[breath hitching] "Right. Spike...touch yourself there. Push you fingers inside where you want me to be."

[low groan]

"Tell me, Spike. Tell me what you feel."

"So good. Mmm, master, you feel so fucking good! So hard and...ahhhh...so hot. Oh, do it...fuck me, sir!" [faint purring starts up]

"...oh god...yeah...gonna fuck you so good, Spike..." [panting and rhythmic squeaking sounds]

"Master...Xan...you fill me up so good...Christ, you're burning inside me. Do it. Harder. I need you so bad..."

"Spike, I wanna cum inside you. God, I'm so fucking close!" [harsh moans]

[broken growling] "Do it, Xan. Let me feel you cum in me. Pet....please!"

[struggling for breath]

"That's it...oh yeah...ooohhhh...."

[sharp gasp] "Spike! Oh god...so tight...yeah!" [long, drawn-out groan]

[purring and soft lapping sounds]

[heavy panting] "Spike? Are you...licking...yourself?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Oh shit..."

[contented rumbling]

"That was...ummm..." [soft, breathy laugh]

[smug] "It was, wasn't it? Told ya I was good."

"Spike? If I hadn't just cum so hard my brains felt like they were leaking out, I'd tell you what an egotistical bastard you were."

[deep chuckle] "I'm flattered, pet."

[noise of disgust] "Gah, I so need to clean up now."

"Xan?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't move."

[confusion] "Say what?"

[scuffling, sounds of clothes being replaced] "I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Huh?" [pause] "Oh! Um...oh. Ok. So, should I...?"

"Don't...move."

[giggle of amusement mixed with renewed arousal] "Whatever you say...master."

[possessive growl of lust] "Damn right!"

"And Spike?"

"What?"

"If I'm a good boy for you, will you let me top tomorrow night?"

"No." [thoughtful pause] "But maybe...if you're very bad...."

The End

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