Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC17/Slash
Spoilers: Through BtVS season 7 ep ‘The Killer In Me’.
Feedback: It’s ALL about the feedback (and naked Spike)! Don’t make me beg, it’s not pretty.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whomever else they really belong to, although I wouldn’t mind having a Spike of my own. Who would? The story is mine, though.
Thanks: To Tammy, for the most excellent beta!
Written: December 29, 2003
Three R's Trilogy
by
Spikedluv
1
Revenge
Summary: Spike takes revenge on Xander.
Notes: PWP, first-time, non-con bondage, spanking.
Written: December 29, 2003
Spike was finally free. Well, free of the chip. He still had the bloody soul.
That damned soul controlled his actions with a firmer hand than the chip ever had. Guilt. Who knew what a powerful motivator it could be?
But at least the bleedin’ chip was finally gone. Now he could exact some revenge. A little payback for the way he’d been treated over the last three years by that soddin’ Scooby. For a moment he thought about the carnage he could inflict—if not for the buggered soul he’d been brilliant enough to ask for. The blood, the torture, the screams...
Oh, well. He shrugged. He’d have to settle for this. Surprisingly enough, it seemed to satisfy the demon, and the soul wasn’t giving him a hard time about it, either.
Xander woke, and felt disoriented. He closed his eyes for a minute, and then reopened them and looked around, blinking sleepily in the dark. Yep, his bed, in his own bedroom. So, why the sense of unfamiliarity? He tried to move, and was suddenly jolted awake by the realization that he couldn’t. He took stock of his situation.
His arms had been pulled above his head, the fur-lined leather manacles around his wrists chained to the bedposts at the head of the bed. The two pillows he normally slept on were piled beneath his hips, and his ass—usually sporting a pair of boxers, but currently bare—pointed towards the ceiling. His flaccid penis had been pulled down between his legs. Said legs were bent, his knees drawn up nearly to his waist, and spread wide, raising his ass even higher. Another set of the leather manacles encircled his ankles. They were connected to a second set of chains that led to the bedposts at the head of the bed, disallowing him to straighten or close his legs.
He shivered as he realized the vulnerable position he was in. Even sex with Anya had never gotten this kinky. His blood froze in fear as he wondered who had done this to him. And why? Suddenly he was breathing hard, his rasping breaths loud in his ears, and his heart was racing. What was going to happen to him? he wondered.
“Who’s there?” he asked, his voice faltering.
“Cor, I love that smell,” a deep, husky voice came out of the dark.
“Spike?” Xander squeaked.
Suddenly he felt the vampire’s face in his neck, nuzzling, sniffing. “Fear is such an aphrodisiac to a vampire,” he purred.
Xander began to struggle. Shit! Spike! He might have a soul, but he no longer had a chip, and Xander didn’t trust a chipless Spike, soul or no soul. Even before he’d been tied up. He struggled until he was certain he wasn’t getting out of the predicament he was in. “What do you want, Spike?” he asked angrily when he ran out of energy.
Spike grinned. Xander couldn’t see it, but could hear it in his voice. “Now that is the question,” he replied, running his hand down Xander’s naked back. “You never had any use for me, did you, Harris?” Spike asked.
“You’re a vampire,” Xander replied. “Vampires are evil, and we are supposed to kill them, so, no, Spike, I didn’t...don’t have any use for you,” he stated emphatically.
“I was helping you lot, and you treated me worse than a dog turd on the bottom of your shoe,” Spike snarled, his fingers digging into Xander’s back.
The brunette snorted, even as he flinched from the pain. “You mean like you helped us with ADAM?” he asked sarcastically. “Besides, anytime you helped us,” he said, emphasizing the word again, letting Spike know he didn’t think the vampire had been much of a help, “it wasn’t because you wanted to do good, or because you wanted to help us. You did it because you needed blood, and then because you wanted to get into Buffy’s pants,” Xander accused.
“Does it matter why I did it?” Spike asked, stung. “I still helped you. I gave you information...”
“Yeah, for blood, booze, and cigarettes,” Xander bit out.
“...and helped you kill things...”
“You helped us kill other demons because you couldn’t hurt humans any more and needed to get your daily spot of violence!”
“...and helped save the world. Twice.”
“And again, all for yourself,” Xander charged. “First, there was your nutty floozy, Drusilla...”
“Grrr!” Spike roared in frustration. He should have known he wouldn’t be able to convince Xander with words. The boy saw things in black and white. He could ignore the fact that Anya had been a vengeance demon for 1100 years because she was human now, but could never forget that Spike was a demon, despite the chip or the soul.
“What do you want, Spike?” Xander asked again. “You think tying me up and yacking my ears off is going to make me forget you’re a soulle—, er, a demon?”
Spike chuckled. “Can’t call me a soulless demon anymore, can you, Harris? Bet that really grates. But, no, I didn’t come here to talk to you, because I knew talking to you would never work.”
“Then what the fuck are you here for?” Xander ground out between clenched teeth, jerking at the chains holding him.
“I’m here to punish you,” Spike said, watching with interest as Xander’s ass lifted during his struggles.
“What about your soul?” Xander spat.
“Funny thing about the soul,” Spike said as he fit a ball gag into Xander’s mouth and hooked it behind his head. “It wants to punish you almost as badly as the demon does. Now, I’d love to hear your screams,” he added, “but I don’t want to wake the neighbors.”
Xander screamed around the gag, his ass wriggling as he struggled against the chains. Spike again watched the boy’s ass squirm enticingly. Yeah, he was going to enjoy this. He picked the paddle up off the bed and showed it to Xander. His eyes widened in fear and understanding when he saw the leather paddle.
“The holes cut down on wind resistence,” Spike whispered into Xander’s ear as he teasingly caressed the human’s ass with the cool leather. Xander groaned and tried to speak around the gag. Spike ignored him and moved so he could see Xander’s ass as he rubbed the paddle all over it. Without warning, Spike lifted the paddle and brought it down on the boy’s defenseless ass.
The brunette’s whole body jerked and he yelped in pain. Spike brought the paddle down again, and again, covering Xander’s entire ass and upper thighs until they were red and radiating heat. The screams had tapered off, but Xander was still breathing heavily, and the scent of his tears reached Spike’s nostrils. He dropped the paddle onto the bed and ran his hand over the heated flesh, reveling in the warmth and scent of the blood flowing just beneath the skin.
He was startled when another scent suddenly filled the air. Reaching between Xander’s legs, Spike fondled the tight ball sac and then wrapped his fingers around the boy’s dripping erection. He squeezed it, and then wiped the pre-come off the tip and brought his finger to his mouth. The taste of Xander exploded on his tongue, and his own cock, already stiff from the spanking he’d been administering, hardened even more.
“Liked that, did you?” he asked. Xander yelled around the gag, frantically shaking his head ‘no’, but Spike already had the proof he needed. He just chuckled and continued spanking Xander, but now with his bare hand. He was surprised at how much he enjoyed the feel of Xander’s skin, hot and silky against his, and the sharp ‘Slap!’ when he made contact.
Xander couldn’t believe it! He’d wanted to kill Spike when he found out the bastard was the one who had tied him up, and even more so when Spike told him that the blond planned to punish him for what he saw as Xander’s transgressions. And the spanking itself had hurt like hell! His whole ass radiated pain as Spike brought the paddle down again, and again, until Xander lost count of the smacks.
It didn’t take long for Xander’s reaction to the spanking to change from one of straight pain to a pain and pleasure combination that disconcerted and confounded him, even as it made his balls tingle and his penis hard. He and Anya had played at spanking, but this was Spike! And he wasn’t playing. Xander was mortified when he realized that Spike was aware of his response. He nearly came when he felt the other man’s fingers on his aching balls and cock. Despite the fact that he knew it was useless, he vehemently denied that he was enjoying his treatment at the vampire’s hands.
Spike’s only response was to laugh, and continue spanking him. This time with his bare hand. Each blow to his already abused ass stung sharply. Even so, Xander found himself moaning around the gag in his mouth and pushing back into them.
Spike was hard...and pissed. He had come here to punish Xander, only to find that the boy was getting turned on by it. And worse, so was he. What in bloody Hell was wrong with him? He hated Xander Harris. The sole purpose of the spanking was to punish and humiliate the boy. Instead, he found himself aroused. He landed an especially sharp blow, and then quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, freeing his aching cock from its tight confines.
He continued to administer the beating while he stroked his hard flesh. Xander writhed helplessly beneath his hand, whimpering around the gag, and Spike knew that the tone of the spanking had changed—for both of them. He thought for a moment how humiliated Harris would be if he could make the boy beg to be fucked by a vampire he hated.
He was shocked to realize he didn’t enjoy the thought of holding that dirty little secret over Xander’s head as much as he did the fantasy of being buried inside the boy, working himself to release within his tight ass. What a pillock! It was then he noticed that his hand had stopped spanking the boy’s red ass, and was now gently rubbing it, soothing away the pain. He rolled his eyes at his own inability to stick with a plan.
With a growl, Spike jerked his hand off Xander’s ass. He watched in surprise as Xander turned his head in Spike’s direction and moaned loudly in disappointment, wiggling his ass. His big, brown, glazed eyes and wriggling ass both begging Spike not to stop. He couldn’t fail to notice that Xander was staring hungrily at his hard cock. His balls started to tingle.
Spike toed his boots off and nearly ripped the t-shirt getting it over his head. He climbed onto the bed behind Xander and carefully ran his hands over the heated flesh of the boy’s buttocks, then lowered his head and began to lick them, the coolness of his tongue soothing the burning, stinging pain from the spanking. A small part of him didn’t know what in bloody hell he was doing, but the larger part felt an urgency he couldn’t deny.
Xander moaned in pleasure as Spike’s tongue bathed his inflamed ass. The vampire was lapping gently, and it felt wonderful. Xander, if he’d been able to think clearly around the sexual fog clouding his brain, would have been embarrassed at how much more he wanted from the blond. He whimpered his distress, squirming beneath Spike’s tongue, which fell into the crack between his cheeks.
He couldn’t have planned it better if he’d tried. He pushed back, groaning excitedly, and Spike began to lick up and down his crack and lap eagerly at his hole. Xander knew there was something wrong with this picture, but he couldn’t figure out what. And frankly, he didn’t care at that moment. All he cared about was the attention Spike was paying to his ass. And still he wanted more.
Spike had been shocked when Xander’s waggling about had resulted in his tongue moving prematurely from the boy’s cheeks to the crack between them, and even more so when he pressed back and moaned encouragingly. Xander let out a squeak around the gag when the tip of Spike’s tongue pushed at his hole and the sound went straight to Spike’s cock.
Never one to squander an opportunity, Spike shoved his tongue inside the boy and wiggled it about as best he could, loosening the tight muscles. Xander’s panting breath was harsh in his ultra sensitive ears, as were the moans issuing from deep within the boy’s throat when Spike tongued him as hard and deep as he could reach. He pulled his tongue out and sucked on the brunette’s hole, and Xander squealed around the gag.
Spike resumed tongue fucking him, reaching between his splayed legs to tug gently on his balls. He wanted more. He suddenly pulled back and Xander immediately protested, turning to look at Spike with desire shining in his eyes.
“Lube,” Spike growled.
Xander’s eyes darted wildly towards the beside table. Spike crawled off the bed and pulled the drawer out, and Xander’s eyes fell once more to his hard, dripping cock. Spike pulled the drawer out and spilled it’s contents, sorting through the unexpected plethora of toys he’d found. Lube hidden in one hand, Spike stood with a large dildo in the other and widened his eyes at Xander. Despite his current position, the boy actually blushed.
“Maybe next time,” Spike said with a smirk, tossing the dildo onto the bed where it landed beside Xander’s face. He shucked his jeans and climbed back onto the bed behind the human. Squirting a large dollop of lube onto his fingers, he rubbed it around Xander’s pucker. Xander sucked in a breath as the cool, slippery substance touched him, and Spike chuckled.
“Sorry,” he said, his tone indicating that he wasn’t really. “No way to warm it up for you, luv.”
Spike pushed one finger inside Xander, and he moaned at the intrusion. In spite of the fact that he was aching for it, it had been a while since he’d been penetrated anally, and even though it was just Spike’s finger, he felt the burn as his ass stretched to accommodate it. As Spike continued to press until his finger was all the way in, and then twist it about, moving it in and out of him, Xander felt the anticipation rising.
It had been so long—since his and Anya’s split—that he’d felt this desperate yearning, he was overwhelmed by his own emotions. Especially since it was Spike, the same Spike he hated with a burning passion that rivaled the fiery pits of Hell, who was stoking the flame building inside him. Now there were two fingers inside him, and Spike still hadn’t touched his prostate. Xander tried to yell the vampire’s name around the gag as he pressed back, trying to force the fingers deeper.
“Now, now, none of that, pet,” Spike said, placing his free hand on Xander’s ass and pushing him into the pillows while he continued to work his fingers in and out of him.
Xander screamed and swore around the gag at the vampire’s teasing, changing to a long, deep moan as Spike inserted three fingers and began fucking him. ‘Please, please,’ he chanted, silently begging the blond for more. He was almost in tears, the desire for Spike to touch his prostate staggering in its intensity. Spike lifted his hand off Xander’s ass and cupped his ball sac, and Xander immediately slammed up and back as far as his chains would allow, burying Spike’s fingers inside him and jamming them up against his prostate. He yelled in triumph and joy as his nub was finally stimulated.
Spike considered stuffing four fingers into Xander’s stretched hole, but the sound of the boy’s groaning, and the sight of him writhing on his fingers was too much. Suddenly he wanted to hear Xander’s begging. Spike ripped the strap off Xander’s head and the boy pushed the gag out of his mouth.
“Oh, shit!” he cried, his voice raspy and dry, as Spike continued to rub his prostate. Spike used his fingers to fuck the boy’s tight passage, running over Xander’s prostate with each thrust. “Oooohhh, fuck...me,” Xander swore, panting, his fingers digging into the sheet.
“Brilliant idea, pet,” Spike agreed breathlessly. He pulled his fingers out of Xander with a ‘Slurp!’ as the boy tightened his ass in an attempt to prevent him from doing so, and then wailed his protest. He quickly lubed his cock and pressed the head against Xander’s hole, grasping his hips.
It seemed Xander couldn’t wait to be filled again, and he eagerly pressed back, bearing down, and Spike slipped inside him. Spike moved his hips so that only the head of his cock penetrated Xander, and no matter how much the boy begged, whimpered, or struggled, he couldn’t move back far enough to force more of Spike’s hard rod into his aching hole.
“Hold still,” Spike softly ordered.
Whimpering, Xander complied. As soon as he stopped moving, Spike tightened his grip on the boy’s hips and drove into him. In one move, he was balls-deep in Xander’s ass. He paused for a moment to let the boy adjust.
Xander mewled. He was helplessly impaled on Spike’s rod, and the vampire wasn’t moving! The sensation of being filled was amazing, but Xander wanted the blond to fuck him! He wiggled his ass.
Spike ignored his silent plea to move; he lowered himself over Xander and nibbled on his back—lips, tongue, and teeth working to increase his arousal. As he kissed and licked him, Spike began to move his hips in small increments that only served to amplify Xander’s sense of frustration. He finally could take it no longer.
“Spike!”
“What, pet?” Spike asked, cool breath tickling Xander’s back.
Xander gritted his teeth. Never in his entire 22 years would he ever believe the following words could be pried out of his mouth with a crowbar. “Fuck...me!” he growled.
He knew Spike was smiling. The bastard licked his back, and then pulled his skin between his teeth while he continued his short, shallow thrusts. “Am,” he replied.
Xander wanted to cry. He was so fucking hard and he couldn’t even get relief for his own erection, much less make Spike give him the fucking he wanted. “More!” he panted desperately.
“Be specific, luv,” Spike said, his mouth still causing little shivers to run up and down Xander’s back.
Now Xander wanted to pound on the vampire. He was really going to kill Spike when this was all over. “Deeper!” he snarled.
Spike began to move his hips so that he pulled further out of Xander, and then pushed in deeper, but didn’t speed up his motions.
“Faster!” Xander cried.
Spike moved faster and deeper, but his thrusts were less than vigorous.
“Oh, god, harder!” Xander begged, undone by Spike’s teasing fuck.
Spike stretched over him and licked his neck. “What’s the magic word, Xander?” he asked in a husky whisper.
“I am going to fucking kill you,” Xander growled.
“Hmm,” Spike considered. “Close.”
Xander thought about remaining silent, but the aching need in his ass, balls, and cock wouldn’t let him. “Please,” he groaned. “Oh, god, Spike, please! Fuck me...”
As soon as Xander uttered the ‘magic word’, Spike began a forceful fucking of his ass. He was glad as all hell that Xander had capitulated, because he wasn’t sure if he could have held out much longer. The boy was so hot and tight around him, and he’d already been worked up before he stuck his cock into the furnace of the boy’s ass.
As Spike pounded into Xander’s body, he noticed the boy squirming beneath him, and realized he was trying to get relief for his own stiff prick. Spike lifted the boy enough to drag the pillows from beneath him and wrapped his fingers around the brunette’s hard cock.
“Better?” he asked, his voice deep with his own passion.
“Gagh!” Xander’s response was an unintelligible moan as Spike fisted him in rhythm to his fucking.
The feel of Xander around him and filling his hand, the sound of his pleading, the sight of his surprisingly sexy body writhing beneath him, the taste of him on his tongue, and the scent of him filling his nostrils were finally too much for the vampire. Spike’s balls tightened, his cock swelled inside Xander, and he erupted, shooting his seed deep into the boy.
In response, Xander cried out and Spike felt the boy’s penis expand in his hand. He stopped stroking him and clamped his fingers around the base of Xander’s cock, cutting off his orgasm.
Xander felt Spike’s fluid jet inside him, coating his passage, and his own cock immediately reacted to the additional stimulus. His orgasm rushed from his balls...only to be cut off by Spike’s tight grip. In a combination of frustration and desperate need, Xander let out a primal roar.
“Fuck! Spike! Oh, god, please, Spike,” he pleaded.
Spike ignored his entreaties and began to fuck his ass once more, the rod filling him still hard. No matter how much Xander begged or threatened, Spike wouldn’t allow him to come. He continued fucking his ass and stroking his cock until his orgasm built up, and then pinched the base of Xander’s cock, refusing to let him come. Over and over again, Xander neared climax, only to be denied.
His voice was hoarse from begging when Spike came a second time, and then tightened his fist and pulled Xander’s orgasm from him. Xander muffled his scream in the sheets as he was finally allowed to come. His balls tightened painfully, and then filled his prick which exploded in a combination of pain and pleasure as he shot stream after stream of semen onto his belly and the sheets beneath him.
And then darkness overtook him.
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