Title:  Caught
Author:  Margie
Rating:  NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts)
Pairing: X/S 
Spoilers:  None really, just another PWP, takes place after Hells Bells 
though because I wanted Xander in his new apartment, not the 
basement.

Summary:  Spike catches Xander unawares.  And then the tables get 
reversed.

Disclaimer:  I don't own anything.  Joss owns it all damn him!
Feedback:  Yes please!  margaritagomez1@msn.com 
Archive:  If you want it just email me to tell me where it's going.  It will 
eventually be on my own website when I get the chance to update 
(www.angelfire.com/indie/margarks/index.html) 

***

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.  

He could picture the scene perfectly.  He'd walk into his apartment, 
weary after a long day at the site.  The room would be dark, darker 
than it should have been.  Glancing up he'd see the curtains had 
been drawn, and the fading sunlight had been blocked out.  Tilting his 
head he'd walk over toward the windows, intent on re-opening the 
drapes, when he'd hear a small rustling sound to his right.  Turning 
he'd see him there.  Spike.

Xander sped up the rhythm of his hand, moaning slightly as he 
engrossed himself in his dream lover.  Dribbles of precum oozed from 
his tip as he continued his ministrations.  The salty liquid easing the 
shallow thrusts his hips made into the tight tunnel his fingers had 
created.

In his mind, the fantasy played on.  Xander would walk toward the 
couch, the pale smooth skin of his lover gleaming in the darkness 
pervading the room.  His fingers would itch to touch, exploring every 
silky expanse available.  The vampire would be lounging naked, legs 
spread, hands rubbing leisurely over his hardened cock.  Xander's 
own cock would be hard and pressing against the crotch of his tight 
jeans by now.

Xander's mouth would begin to water the closer he got to his prize, 
his eyes riveted to the smooth pillar of flesh jutting out from between 
Spike's muscled thighs.  Dropping to his knees, he'd push Spike's 
hands away, blushing slightly at the vampire's wry chuckle, but intent 
on his goal.  Slowly he'd lick his lips, bringing them down to encase 
just the head.  His tongue snaking out briefly to dip into the slit, 
already oozing fluid.

Spike would groan and thrust into Xander's hot mouth, begging for 
more.  Xander could almost hear the growl the vampire would emit, 
and feel Spike's cool hands grabbing his head and pushing down.  
Trying to force as much flesh into Xander's willing mouth as possible.

Breaking away from the fantasy for a moment, Xander allowed one 
hand to wander up to his chest, while the other dropped down to his 
balls.  He pinched at his distended nipples, wanting to feel the slight 
burn of pain.  His other hand kneading and massaging his sac.  

"Oh, fuck!"  The harsh whisper escaped Xander's lips.  Wanting to 
end his own torment, Xander grasped himself with both hands and 
turned his mind back to fantasy Spike.

Back in the fantasy, Xander was no longer fellating Spike.  Now, 
Spike had gotten impatient and pushed the boy off him, and onto his 
back.  Xander could almost feel the slight rug burn from the carpet 
beneath him.  Spike's fingers circled Xander's quivering hole, while 
Xander held his breath.  

In reality, Xander's own finger was circling that same quivering hole.  
The tip of his middle finger dipping past the ring ever so slowly.

By now fantasy Spike had two fingers rubbing up and down his slick 
channel.  Xander's hips were bucking, trying to impale themselves on 
Spike's cool digits.  Finally, Xander sobbed with relief, as Spike began 
to push the head of his penis past the ring of tight muscle.

As Xander's imaginary lover penetrated his body, the finger that had 
been playing around his opening plunged in and pressed hard against 
his prostrate.  Xander cried out, "Spike!" and came hard.  His dick 
spurting cum onto his exposed thighs and bits of the carpet in front of 
the couch as well.

Xander was still reeling from his orgasm, when he felt a cool hand 
press down on his overheated thigh.  His eyes flew open and he 
reared back when he saw the object of his fantasy smirking down at 
him.  "S-s-spike?"  He asked, voice squeaking.  Had Spike just caught 
him masturbating while thinking of the bleached wonder?  Fuck!  He 
tried to pull away, but the vampire would have none of it.

"Hello, pet."  The hand that had been pressing lightly on Xander's 
thigh moved.  He watched in fascination as Spike dipped one long 
slender finger into Xander's spent cum, and then brought that finger 
to his lips.  "Dropped by for a little snack."  The vampire stated just 
before sucking that lone finger in and licking Xander's juices off.  
"Didn't know you'd have such a nummy treat for me."

In fact, Spike hadn't known Xander would be home at all.  He'd 
thought the boy would be at the magic box, which is why he'd come 
by, hoping to make off with some of Xander's Jack, or at the very 
least find something in the whelp's bloody apartment he could pawn 
off to Willy.  Instead he'd found him hard, horny, and apparently 
wanking off to thoughts of the Big Bad himself.

He smirked when he noticed Xander's spent cock twitching, while he 
licked up and down his wet finger.  Good.  He wanted the boy hard 
and ready again.  Spike's own cock had risen the moment he'd 
entered the apartment and heard the whelp moaning.  He'd almost 
cum when he walked into the living room and saw the state the boy 
was in.

"Thinking of me, luv?"  Spike asked, as he let his fingers drift down to 
Xander's lengthening penis.

Xander jumped at the feel of foreign fingers along his sensitive flesh.  
"W-what are you doing?"

"Only what you want me to do, luv."  Spike answered, shrugging out 
of his duster.  He knelt on the floor before Xander, and took the soft 
cock into his mouth.  Just for the thrill, he vamped out and let his 
fangs graze along the sides of Xander's dick, making the boy jump.  

"Spike!"  Xander cried, trying to pull away.  But instead of breaking 
free, Xander was embarrassed to find himself hardening even faster.  
Did he like the idea of being with a vampire?  Or was it just being with 
Spike?

Xander moaned when he glanced down and saw that while Spike 
was busy swallowing Xander down, his hands had opened up the 
tight jeans he wore and taken his own hard cock out.  Spike was 
hard?  For him?  The sight undid him, and Xander found himself 
reaching for the vampire to pull him off his erection.  When Spike 
finally complied, Xander pulled him onto the couch where he could 
crush their lips together.  

"Fuck, Spike!  I've been wanting this forever."  He breathed out 
between kisses.

"Yeah, luv?"  Spike asked, brown raised in a sardonic question.  
"You've been hot for me?  Wanting me to fuck you?  Wanting to fuck 
me?"

"God, yes!"  Xander cried, thrusting his hips forward.  

"Since when?"  Spike asked, pushing at his jeans and pulling off his 
shirt until they were both pressed together naked.

"I don't know."  Xander answered, eyes closed as Spike explored his 
body with cool lips.  "Since that day at the school when deadboy 
offered me to you?"

Spike pulled back and studied the panting boy.  "So, you want to be 
mine?  You like the idea of belonging to me?"

Xander didn't reply, but his groan and the dribble of precum that 
oozed from his cock head were answer enough.

Spike snarled and pounced on Xander.  He pushed and manipulated 
the boy until he was on his knees, legs spread, and head hung low.  
"You're mine boy!"  Spike growled low, his arm banding around 
Xander and pulling him close.

"Yessss."  Xander hissed in reply.  Spreading his legs further he 
wiggled his ass in invitation.  "I'm yours."

Xander almost cried at the first touch of Spike's finger against him.  
His hole was already stretched from his earlier finger play, but Spike 
wanted to be sure it was wide enough to take him.  So he pressed in 
with first one, then two, then three fingers, scissoring them wide.  He 
purposely kept from brushing against Xander's prostate wanting to 
force the boy to wait.  He didn't want anything but his own hard cock 
pressing against Xander's sensitive nub.

"Say it again!"  Spike demanded.

"Yours."  Xander sobbed out, wanting to cum so badly. 

"Again!"  Spike cried out as he readied himself positioning his cock at 
Xander's stretched opening.

Xander hurt all over, every muscle tensed and waiting.  He tried to 
push back onto Spike's probing dick, but was rebuffed.  Instead Spike 
pressed the smooth head along his crack, driving him wild with each 
pass over his puckered hole. 

"Yours!" What else did Spike want to hear?  He'd say anything, do 
anything to have Spike's hard cock impaling him.  "Yours, master, 
yours!"

And then Spike was ramming into him.  At first the breach was painful 
and searing, but the moment he felt cool flesh press against his 
prostrate Xander forgot everything else.  He pushed back, humping 
himself against Spike as much as possible.  He wanted to have as 
much of Spike inside him as he could, and he cried out as much with 
each thrust.

"Yes, Spike, yes!  Harder.  Go deeper.  Fuck!"

"What did you call me whelp?"  Spike asked as he thrust himself 
deeper.

"Master!"  Xander cried as he felt his orgasm tightening in his balls.  
His sac drew up and he felt the first jettison of sperm launch from his 
cock.

Spike let loose his own orgasm when he felt Xander contract around 
his dick.  The boy practically milked the cum out of him, until they 
were both spent.  They collapsed together on the sofa, breathing 
harshly.  The room was silent while they regained their senses.  

In the silence Xander blurted, "I can't believe you caught me doing 
that!"  While a red flush spread across his face and neck.

Spike smirked at his boy's bashfulness after what they'd just done 
together. "That's right boy.  I caught you.  And now you're mine."

"Yes, master."  Xander answered, eyes already dilated with 
remembered and renewed desire.

***

Chapter 2 - Mine

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?!"

"You, Master!"

"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 couldn’t 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.

"Yours."

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.