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
2
Retribution
Summary: Xander gets retribution.
Notes: PWP, light BDSM, initial non-con.
Written: December 31, 2003
Spike’s consciousness sluggishly swam to the surface. He felt very disoriented, which was unusual. His heightened vampiric senses normally allowed him to wake at the slightest stimulus. His mind was a little fuzzy, and it took him a moment to determine where he was. Not the crypt, he thought muzzily, nor the basement of the new high school. Bleary eyes darted about without moving any other part of his body, and Spike finally recognized Buffy’s basement.
As his muted senses returned, he realized he wasn’t alone. He heard a single heartbeat, which was when it hit him that he couldn’t hear the cacophony of heartbeats usually filling Buffy’s house. For a heart-wrenching moment he wondered if they’d all been killed, and then he breathed in deeply. The unmistakable scent of Xander Harris filled his nostrils.
He snorted. He’d wondered when Harris would retaliate for what Spike had done to him. Punishing and humiliating him with the spanking, and then fucking the living hell out of him; Spike remembered the entire episode fondly. Now that he knew the source of his grogginess, he shook his head in an attempt to clear it, and looked around him.
Spike knew he wasn’t lying on the cot—the pain in his shoulders from arms pulled above his head and supporting his full weight told him that. He slowly raised his head and saw that his wrists were manacled together, the short chain hung over a hook in the support beam that had previously held the punching bag.
Upon further examination, he noted that he was naked, and that his ankles were also restrained—manacles attached to eye bolts in the floor placed far enough apart to spread his legs to an almost uncomfortable degree. He awkwardly placed some of his weight on toes that barely reached the floor, taking some of the strain off his shoulders.
“Wondered when you’d stop by for your pound of flesh,” Spike drawled, his voice raspy from disuse, or possibly the drugs Xander must have given him.
There was a rustling from behind him, and Spike turned his head to see Xander rise from the cot where he’d been waiting for him to regain consciousness. The boy didn’t speak, and Spike couldn’t read his facial expression. Xander walked over to stand in front of him, staring deeply into his eyes, and then deliberately dragged his eyes down Spike’s naked body, stopping when he reached his groin. He tilted his head consideringly as he obviously examined Spike’s flaccid penis.
“I’d say you’re exaggerating,” he finally announced, and then turned and walked over to the washer and dryer.
Spike made a face behind his back, and then glanced quickly down at his equipment. Pillock! He watched Xander closely as the boy casually removed his jacket and laid it over the drying rack. With his back still to Spike, Xander removed his button-up shirt, leaving him in baggy khakis and a tight t-shirt. Spike managed to stifle the moan that threatened to erupt from his throat when Xander’s khaki-covered ass was revealed.
Despite the bagginess of the pants, they cupped Xander’s ass in an enticing manner, and Spike remembered how those bare cheeks had reddened so nicely beneath the paddle. How they’d felt; all warm and silky against his hand. How he’d been driven to spread them and pound his cock into the tight hole hidden between them. Involuntarily, he started to harden.
Xander turned around and looked at him again. If he noticed that Spike had started to stiffen, he didn’t mention it. “You had your turn,” he said. “Punishing me for what you saw as wrongdoing against you. Now it’s my turn.”
He turned back to the washer and dryer, which were both covered by a towel. He lifted the front of the towel on the dryer and folded it back. “You used the paddle on me,” he said over his shoulder, “but I know you have a higher threshold for pain, and I don’t want you to be dissatisfied.”
When he stepped back, Spike saw that Xander had uncovered a leather paddle, presumably the one he’d stupidly left the boy as a souvenir, two leather straps split at the end and attached with a D-ring, a flogger, and a riding crop. As he once more ran his eyes over Spike’s naked form, Xander teased his fingers over the spanking implements lying atop the dryer, as if he was debating which to use on him. Spike pulled experimentally at his chains.
Xander had done a little bit of research in preparation for this evening. When he’d woken the morning after Spike’s visit to his apartment—his sore ass, the leather paddle, and the wet spot beneath him all proof of what had happened during the night—he’d been mortified. Not just that Spike had spanked him, but that they’d had sex, and that Xander had in fact begged him for it. He dreaded that night’s meeting, afraid that Spike would say something to humiliate him in front of his friends.
Instead, the vampire had practically ignored him, and that had pissed Xander off. He didn’t give himself time to think about why Spike’s silence bothered him, and started planning his retribution. He’d pulled up some sites Anya had bookmarked and read up on sex toys as well as the BDSM scene. He made a list of things he needed, and then purchased those he didn’t already have.
Once he had his tools, he planned his offensive. Explaining to Willow why he wanted the basement magically soundproofed took a bit of doing, but it wasn’t as difficult as drugging Spike’s blood without the vampire smelling or tasting it. Eventually he found something that had no odor, and was supposed to be tasteless. He hoped that the taste and scent of the pig’s blood the blond was forced to drink would help mask the presence of the drug if that turned out not to be true.
When Spike was out, Xander had snuck down the basement stairs, locking the door behind him. He stripped the vampire, taking a moment to enjoy the view he’d missed the night Spike visited him, and then manacled his wrists and ankles. Luckily the blond was smaller than he was, and he’d been able to carry him over and hoist him up onto the now-empty hook without much problem. After attaching the chain to the hook, Xander had inserted the eye bolts into the floor and adjusted the chain so that Spike’s ankles could be attached to them.
He’d become aroused while preparing Spike for his punishment, and was glad he’d thought to wear a baggy pair of pants. After Spike was in place, Xander removed the tools from his duffel bag and set them out on the washer and dryer, covering them with towels so he could reveal them for maximum impact. Phase one completed, he’d sat on the cot and waited for Spike to revive.
Now that Spike was conscious, it was time to begin. Xander stared at Spike while he trailed his fingers over the spanking tools as if trying to decide which to use. The truth was, he had the whole night planned out, torture by small torture, but was hoping to drag out the suspense. Finally he picked up the flogger and moved behind the vampire.
He saw Spike test the chains. “Struggle all you want,” he said with a smirk. “Those chains are magically enhanced.” He raised the flogger. “Oh, and if you want to scream, go right ahead. There’s a soundproofing spell on the basement so we won’t disturb anyone.”
Xander brought the flogger down on the tight globes of Spike’s bare ass. The vampire turned to look at him over his shoulder, eyebrows raised as if to say, ‘that the best you can do?’ Xander ignored the attempted diversion and continued with the flogging. He didn’t hit too softly, but he also didn’t want to hit so hard that it tired his arm before he could finish.
He flogged Spike’s ass, the back of his thighs, and then his shoulders and upper back before moving around and using the flogger on the front of his thighs, stomach, and chest. The vampire’s skin had taken on a soft pink hue, though he had remained stubbornly silent during his flogging. Xander expected that this would soon change.
As he’d anticipated, Spike’s nipples were standing at attention after being stimulated by the flogger. Xander set the flogger back on the dryer and turned his attention to Spike’s nipples. He rolled them between his fingers, and then pinched and pulled on them. It was difficult to remember that this was supposed to be part of the punishment. When he was satisfied, he moved back over to the washer and flipped a corner of the towel back, revealing a set of nipple clamps.
Xander attached the clamps to Spike, and then scrutinized his handiwork. Neither he nor Anya had used nipple clamps, but he’d figured the vampire would need all the stimuli he could provide. Unable to resist any longer, he leaned forward and tongued the hard nubs, once again thankful he’d worn the loose-fitting pants. When he turned back towards the dryer to claim his next item, he thought he heard Spike moan.
Bloody hell! Spike’s eyes had nearly popped out of his head when he saw that Xander had come fully prepared for an extended spanking session. He knew that no one could hurt him as much as Angelus had, but the boy was certainly going to give it his best shot. He experienced a moment of pride that Xander had obviously put so much time into carefully planning his reprisal.
He watched closely as Xander chose the flogger, and then smirked at the boy after he landed the first blow. He could tell that Xander was planning on making his punishment last by not tiring himself out. The strokes he was landing weren’t hard enough to hurt him, though by the time Xander was finished, his whole body was tingling from the borrowed blood rushing to the surface, and his nipples had hardened into little nubs from the sensation of the flogger falling upon them.
Spike had been taken aback by the sudden change in tactics when Xander put the flogger down and began working on his nipples. His nostrils flared in surprise when Xander threw back the towel and produced the clamps, and then expertly attached them to his nipples. As the boy turned away, he couldn’t silence the small moan of arousal drawn from him by the boy’s warm, wet tongue, and the clamps biting into his flesh.
He followed Xander’s movements, watching as the boy chose his next instrument. The leather paddle. Spike’s body itched with anticipation as Xander walked around him. The only warning he had before the paddle landed on his ass was the slight whispering sound of Xander’s clothing as he raised his arm for the blow.
Spike closed his eyes and remembered Xander’s upturned ass, all red, and warm to the touch. He struggled not to groan aloud as Xander spanked him, but his cock was responding to the boy’s ministrations. What finally set him off was the scent of Xander’s arousal.
At Spike’s low groan, Xander stopped spanking him with the paddle. A quick survey of the vampire’s body showed him an ass that was now a deep shade of pink and a stiff prick. Moving over to the dryer, he put the paddle down and then threw back the other corner of the towel on the washer. He picked up the red leather cock and ball harness and ran it through his fingers, making sure to hold it up so Spike could see it.
Clenching his jaw to keep himself on track, Xander attached the cock strap around the base of Spike’s cock, and then the harness around the vampire’s balls, spreading them. Spike’s prick was hard as steel and soft as velvet, and it was all Xander could do to not fall to his knees and take it in his mouth as he had in his dreams, which, over the past week had all been of Spike.
At first he’d relived the spanking and hard fucking he’d received from the vampire, waking each morning covered in his own release. Next he began dreaming of taking control. Of punishing Spike the way the blond had punished him—tying him up, spanking him, and ultimately fucking him. And then the dreams turned more sensual in nature, which really freaked him out. Spike was still tied up, but instead of hurting him, Xander was worshiping the vampire’s body with his tongue before kissing him, sucking him, and then gently entering him.
Looking up at Spike now, Xander couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. “Liked that, did you?” he asked, repeating the words Spike had said to him that fateful night.
“Not bloody likely,” Spike blustered, despite all evidence to the contrary.
Xander didn’t respond, just stood and walked back over to his makeshift table, looking over the tools lying there. He picked up the crop and stepped up to Spike. The vampire was staring at him challengingly. Xander ran the crop softly over Spike’s clamped nipples, then down his stomach and over his hard cock and spread balls. He moved around him and dragged the crop over his hip and both ass cheeks, and then between them.
“Thought this was s’posed to be punishment,” Spike drawled in an attempt at nonchalance.
“It is,” Xander agreed, bringing the crop down on Spike’s ass. He knew he couldn’t hurt the vampire without damaging his own soul in the attempt. Xander just didn’t have that kind of rage in him, though if anyone could bring it out, Spike could. The actual punishment was the humiliation of making Spike enjoy what Xander was doing to him, just as Xander had enjoyed Spike’s touch. And in the end, to beg for more.
Spike snorted. He wriggled around a bit. “Did I get bit by a mosquito?” he asked.
“Nobody’s sucked your blood,” Xander replied. “Yet.”
Spike’s dick hardened even more at the mere thought of anyone, especially Xander Harris, sucking his blood. Xander brought the crop down on his ass, and Spike taunted him at the lightness of the hits. Xander didn’t reply, just kept swatting him all over his ass. When he moved to the front of Spike’s body and smacked his clamped nipples, Spike let out an involuntary groan at the mild pain/pleasure that coursed through his body.
Xander didn’t react outwardly, but Spike smelled a fresh wave of arousal. He wondered what the boy’s game was. The brunette continued raining stinging blows on Spike’s nipples and stomach, and then brought the crop up with a ‘Swish!’ to land on his restrained balls. Spike jerked reflexively, and looked at Xander in surprise. He growled as Xander kept swatting his balls and the tip of his cock with the crop.
The human actually seemed to know what he was doing, and the last thing Spike wanted was the aching need he now felt in his groin. Unbidden, the image of Xander tied to his bed and impaled on Spike’s cock, filled his mind. The sound of Xander’s pleading combined with the slight pain of having his prick slapped with the crop made Spike harder.
Xander couldn’t believe how turned on he was getting by ‘punishing’ Spike. The vampire’s firm body, hard cock, and involuntary groans weren’t helping matters, either. Time to really work some anger out, Xander decided. He’d given his retribution a great deal of thought. Partly he wanted to get back at the vampire for the humiliation of having to endure a spanking, and for the embarrassment of having begged the blond to fuck him.
But largely, he just wanted to experience the sensations of being touched by the other man again, and do some touching of his own. As much as this scared him—not so much because Spike was a man, or a vampire, as because Spike was, well, Spike—Xander found he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He knew once would never be enough, but if he wanted more, and as stupid as it sounded, they both needed to work out their anger towards each other.
Spike had his chance, and now it was Xander’s. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to injure the vampire, and not just because he wasn’t physically strong enough, but because he didn’t really want to. Still, he did need to release the hate and hurt that he’d built up for the vampire over the years. Returning to the washer and dryer, Xander put the crop down and folded the towel on the washer back to reveal the dildo Spike had found in his beside table.
Xander glanced over at Spike, who’s eyes had widened when he caught sight of the dildo. He waited for the vampire to look up at him, and said, “You said we could use it next time.”
Spike’s mouth actually dropped open. Xander let go of the dildo and reached for the Bailey Tawse.
Bleedin’ poof! Spike was angry at himself for reacting when he saw the dildo, and for the brief glint of satisfaction he saw on Xander’s face. He twisted about in the chains, wishing he could pull the bolts right out of the floor. Soddin’ witch! he thought angrily, and then his attention was caught by the fact that Xander had abandoned the dildo in favor of the leather straps.
Spike, already hard as a rock with a drop of pearlescent pre-come pooling at his slit, felt his balls struggle to release their load despite the harness restraining him. Pre-come oozed out and began to drip down the tip of his cock when Xander landed the first blow with the leather straps. Spike refused to make a sound, either in pain or pleasure, and Xander continued to strap him. Soon, Spike’s ass, back, and thighs were on fire, and a steady trickle of pre-come dribbled from his cock.
Xander wasn’t sure he heard the first groan, so he kept beating Spike with the leather straps. As soon as he heard the second, he dropped the tool and shook his arm out. Spanking was hard work! Picking the straps up, he returned them to the dryer.
“That it?” Spike asked, his snarky tone offset by the breathless delivery.
“Yeah,” Xander replied calmly, almost detached. “Not sure you can take any more.”
Spike huffed. “I can take more pain than you can deliver, Harris!”
“Oh, yeah, the pain. I know,” Xander said, turning back to Spike, hiding the next device in the hand held along side his leg. “But I don’t want you to come, yet.”
Spike’s eyes widened in anger. “Think you’re man enough to make me come, Harris?” he asked.
Xander ran his eyes over Spike’s clamped nipples and down to his restrained and leaking cock. “If I wanted you to,” he replied with a small smirk that only seemed to make Spike angrier.
Xander lifted his hand slowly so Spike could see what he held.
“Wh-what’re you going to do with that?” he asked, a hint of doubt seeping into his voice.
Without replying, Xander walked back around Spike. He ran his finger over one welt. “This was for betraying us to ADAM,” he said. “For trying to kill us,” he said, running his finger over another. “For Anya. For Buffy. And this,” he said, drawing the scalpel gently over the taut skin of Spike’s ass, “is for me.”
Spike moaned at the slight pain and the scent of his own blood being spilled, and couldn’t hold back the groan when Xander dropped to his knees and licked the cut. Never in a million years would he have expected this. The cutting, perhaps, though even that would have surprised him from Xander, who seemed to be the most sensitive of the Scoobies—which is why Spike had so much fun tormenting him.
But that the boy was licking the blood off a cut on his ass, was even more intriguing. He’d smelled the boy’s arousal, but thought it might be just because he was excited about getting back at Spike for what had happened last week, and for every slight, real or imagined, over the last three years. Perhaps Spike had read him wrong.
The taste wasn’t too bad, and the sound of Spike’s groan echoing in his ears spurred him on, so Xander kept licking until the cut stopped bleeding. Rising, he moved in front of Spike and, without warning, removed the nipple clamps. Spike yelped automatically as the blood flowed back into his nipples. Xander tossed the clamps towards the dryer and leaned in to suck on the tortured nipples.
He laved one nipple, and then the other, sucking gently, and then harder, finally adding teeth. Spike wasn’t trying as hard to be quiet, Xander noticed, as he bit down and pulled on one nipple. Lifting his hand, he drew a shallow cut along Spike’s chest, just over his left nipple. Xander sucked on it, and then licked it clean while his fingers rolled, and pinched, and pulled the other nipple.
When no more blood ran, and what was spilled had been cleaned up, Xander placed a cut on Spike’s other pec. After giving that cut and the opposite nipple the same treatment, Xander dropped to his knees and studied Spike’s weeping penis. He raised the scalpel, and then looked up at Spike.
The vampire’s nostrils flared and he was drawing unnecessary breath. “Don’t...you...fucking...dare,” he growled.
Xander grinned up at him as if he’d just been waiting for Spike to tell him not to, and then placed the edge of the scalpel at the tip of his cock. Spike held absolutely still, and then yelled as Xander cut him. He looked down to see Xander’s head bent over his cock, watching as the blood pooled from the small incision and then ran down to mix with the pre-come coating his head.
Spike started panting as Xander’s head lowered. He watched the boy’s tongue come out and taste the blood/pre-come mixture, and then his entire head disappeared into Xander’s hot, wet mouth. The brunette sucked on his head, and then slowly sucked up and down his length.
“Oh, hell, Xander,” Spike groaned, and tried to get enough traction on the floor to thrust his hips and shove his cock down Xander’s throat.
Xander suddenly pulled off, and rose. Spike roared in protest, twisting in the chains, wishing he could wrap his legs around Xander and drag him back. Xander replaced the scalpel on the washer and picked up the tube of lube that had been hidden there. Walking around behind him, Spike heard the boy drop to his knees. He waited expectantly, almost sighing in relief when Xander parted his ass cheeks.
Xander stared at the tempting pink hole once concealed by Spike’s firm buttocks. He leaned forward and pressed his face against the still-flushed skin, then darted his tongue out to taste the vampire. Spike moaned, and Xander grew more bold. He dragged his tongue up Spike’s crack, and then lapped at the hole, feeling it relax at his ministration.
Spike was groaning now, and Xander was becoming more and more aroused. He shoved his tongue inside Spike’s tight hole and wiggled it as he’d felt Spike do to him. The vampire was groaning louder and trying to press back against him, and Xander’s desire mounted. He wanted to stay here forever with the taste of Spike on his tongue, but he also wanted to be buried in the tight hole now slick with his saliva.
Standing, Xander whipped his t-shirt off and tossed it over Spike’s shoulder. He quickly kicked off his sneakers and shoved his pants down, leaving them piled on the floor, and then reached for the lube.
The t-shirt draped over his shoulder was still warm, and Xander’s scent filled Spike’s nostrils. He tugged his ankles in anticipation while listening as Xander opened the tube of lube and squeezed it onto his fingers. The boy spread his cheeks and then placed the cold cream on his hole. Spike jerked at the cool sensation, and Xander chuckled softly behind him.
The brunette rested his cheek against Spike’s back as his fingers massaged his twitching pucker. “Sorry,” he whispered.
“Bastard!” Spike growled softly, even as he tried to thrust back onto Xander’s teasing fingers.
Xander took his time preparing the vampire, reveling in the feel of his tight, smooth passage around his fingers. It felt like he’d shoved them into a velvet glove. He pumped his fingers in and out of Spike’s hole quickly, and then slowed down. He used long thrusts, and then short, shallow ones, never allowing the vampire to adjust, always keeping him off guard. Unlike what Spike had done to him, however, he made sure to brush the blond’s prostate often, knowing he couldn’t come no matter how much he was stimulated.
When Xander finally couldn’t take it anymore, he lubed up his rod and placed the head at Spike’s entrance. Grabbing Spike’s hips, he pushed, and the blond’s ass seemed to suck him in. He paused, more for himself than the vampire, and then slid the rest of the way inside Spike’s body. He wrapped his arms around Spike’s torso, and slowly pumped his hips, pulling his cock almost all the way out, and then sliding it back in again.
“Xander,” Spike groaned.
Xander ignored his entreaty. “You feel fucking amazing,” he said, moving his hands and exploring Spike’s chest and stomach. “So tight.” One hand played with Spike’s nipples while the other stroked his restrained shaft.
Spike shivered when Xander placed a kiss between his shoulder blades, then gently bit him.
Spike groaned. His ass was filled with Xander Harris, and all he could think was that it wasn’t enough. That might have been because the boy was teasing him, with long, slow strokes. Or it could have been because of the strap wrapped around the base of his cock, preventing his orgasm.
“Xander,” he moaned. “Fuck me harder!”
So Xander fucked him harder, his cock slamming over his prostate each time he drove into him, his balls slapping against his ass. Soon the boy stiffened behind him, his cock swelling inside Spike, and then shooting, filling him with warm fluid. He roared as the scent of Xander’s come permeated the air, and his own cock strained against the leather strap.
“Undo that fucking strap!” he demanded.
Xander continued to slowly pump into his ass as his arms held the vampire, his semen dripping out of Spike’s hole and running down his legs. “What’s the magic word?” he asked.
Spike froze in a combination of anger, confusion, and pride. The wanker! “I am going to fucking kill you!” Spike replied, trying not to smile.
He could almost hear Xander thinking. “Close,” the boy said, and he actually could hear the smile in his voice.
Spike strained at the eye bolt holding one ankle manacle, and with a loud ‘Screech!’ it popped out of the floor, a small bit of concrete coming with it. Spike stared at it in amazement, then quickly got his foot in under him and pulled the other bolt out. Xander’s hold on Spike loosened, and his penis fell out of his ass.
Spike turned on Xander, his eyes wide, nostrils flaring. He used the hook in the ceiling for leverage and lifted his legs, wrapping them tightly around Xander’s waist. “I thought you said these were magically enhanced,” he growled, low and deep.
Xander blushed and grinned saucily. “I lied,” he admitted, cupping his hands beneath Spike’s ass to hold him.
Spike stretched, and lifted the chain between his wrists off the hook. He considered breaking the chain, then decided not to. He placed the chain behind Xander’s head and pulled him close until their lips touched.
“I...want...to...come,” he snarled.
Spike’s chest swelled with pride when Xander didn’t back down. “What’s the magic word?” he asked.
Xander’s still-hard prick rubbed over his hole, and Spike wiggled against it. He saw, heard, felt, and smelled Xander’s growing arousal. The boy moved faster than he’d thought possible, and within seconds he was on his back on the cot, Xander kneeling between his legs, the boy’s rod buried once more in his well-lubed ass. The brunette began to thrust into him, skin flushed, breath coming in harsh pants, and Spike was flooded with desire.
“Xander... Oh, hell, Xander!” Spike cried as the boy fucked him.
Xander covered Spike’s mouth with is own, and the vampire was finally able to taste the boy again when his warm tongue invaded the vampire’s mouth. They moaned and whimpered, the sounds muffled by each other’s mouths. Spike kept calling ‘Xander’ and the brunette mumbled ‘magic word’ over and over.
Finally, Spike needed to come so badly he thought he’d die from it. “Xander, please!” he screamed.
His lips never leaving Spike’s, his thrusts never slowing, Xander’s fingers were immediately between them, removing the strap and harness. Tossing the restraint aside, Xander wrapped his fingers around Spike’s cock and began to pump it.
Spike’s balls tightened, his cock swelled, and his back arched off the cot. He erupted with a roar as pain mingled with pleasure, and shot load after load of built-up release between them. His ass clenched around Xander’s invading rod, and soon the boy was filling him once more.
Spike wrapped his arms around Xander’s back as the boy slumped forward and fell asleep.
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