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NC-17 Pairing: Spike/Xander, Spike/m
Summary: "I really wouldn't if I were you. If I remember correctly, I already owe you two punishments." One happened in the original fic, but what about the other?
Categories and Warnings:
Plot-What-Plot, Sub/Dom
BDSM
Rating: Nearly 3,000 words of NC17 PWP, baby! Consider this an apology for the earlier excessive schmoop. :)
Warnings: PORN, Kink, Dominance and Submission
Notes: Unbetaed, so let me know where I've screwed up.
E.T.A. This happens shortly after Time Has Told Me. [Act 6] and nearly a year before The Trial
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Time Has Told Me 'verse
The Punishment
Spike wakes up at about two in the afternoon, alone. He is disoriented for several moments, when he reaches beside the bed and the bottle of Jack isn't there. He opens his eyes. Boston. Xander. Mmmm, Xander. He spreads his legs, and is about to 'take himself in hand,' when something falls off the bed. He rolls to the edge of the bed to see what it is. There is a paper bag with a note stapled to it. He grabs it and sits back against the headboard.
Spike -
Happy Friday. Dawn flew out to Rome to
visit Buffy. Since we'll have the apartment to ourselves, I
thought it would be a good time to work on your second
punishment. You are not allowed to come after you read this.
I will be home at five. Before then, I expect you to change the
sheets. Use ones we can throw away. There are several things
in the bag. Use them. I expect you to be kneeling by the door,
waiting for me, when I get home.
Love you,
X.
A long, low groan escapes Spike's lips as he slumps back. Why didn't I finish wanking before I read that? He looks at the bag. I should go back to sleep, and set the alarm for four, and not look in that bag. Whatever is in that bag is only going to make my situation worse. He resolutely puts the bag on the bedside table and sets the alarm. He turns his back on bag and clock and closes his eyes. Images of being arse-up over Xander's knees run in a loop. He moans and opens his eyes. He turns over to look at the clock. 2:17. Bloody hell, there is no sodding way he can wait until five. The bag becomes the focus of his vision. He wonders if there's a ring inside. The thought makes his cock throb. He closes his eyes again, trying to think of football , or Latin, or anything but the thrice-damned bag and what Xander is going to do to him when he gets home. Unless of course, there's a way to get Xander home sooner.
Spike jumps out of bed and begins stripping it at top speed. Once it's remade he grabs the bag and speeds to the bathroom. In the bag are the same plug and ring they'd been using in L.A. as well as a strange brown bottle marked 'lube,' ankle and wrist restraints made of butter-soft leather, and a silk thong. The lube has a slightly spicy smell, and both it and the restraints have an aura of magic. Spike decides to put the ring on first.
The restraints fit him perfectly, and Spike has to wonder when Xander had them made. They feel good around his wrists and ankles. He opens the lube and sniffs it. It makes him sneeze. He raises an eyebrow at it, but pours some on his fingers and starts to slick himself. It's a few seconds before he feels it. It's hot. He whimpers, and starts to work the plug in. When it's almost in, the tingling starts. His inner walls start to contract around the plug, rhythmically. Spike lets out a strangled gasp, and finally cries out as he pushes the plug in to the hilt. He looks at the scrap of blue cloth that's the last thing in the bag. He tries to pull the silk on quickly, but the caress of it on his oversensitive cock makes him shiver, anyway.
He tosses the bag to one side, and grabs the cordless phone, going to kneel by the door. "Hey Spike, what's up?" Xander answers the phone.
"Xanderrrrrr'" Spike purrs. He's not really capable of normal conversation at the mo'.
Xander makes a pleased humming sound. There's the sound of a door shutting. "I see you've gotten your instructions."
"Mmmm' yessss. I'm ready. You should come home." Spike moans into the phone.
"Spike, baby, I have a meeting in five. I can't come home until after."
Spike looks at the clock. 3:25. His sharp intake of break breaks in the middle. "Please, master. I need'"
Xander lets out a small 'ooph' sound. They hadn't yet used that word in their play, which had been mostly circumscribed by Dawn's presence. Discarding several options, he grins, as an idea forms. "Okay, baby. Listen. Unlock the door and get back into position. Simi will be there in a few minutes. Do what he says, but you are not allowed to come, understand?"
"Yes, Xander." How it's supposed to be any better to have naked snake-boy here is beyond Spike's comprehension, but he trusts Xander.
"Good. I love you. I'll be home as soon as I can." Xander hangs up.
Spike unlocks the door, and kneels back down. The front of the thong is soaked through, and he can't seem too keep his hips still, making small thrusts into the air. The burning and tingling are driving him to desperation. By the time Simi opens the door he is moaning continuously.
Simi immediately shrugs out of his coat and shirt, and drops the soft-looking linen pants he's wearing. Belatedly shutting the door, he kneels with Spike, pulling the vampire's pale body to his slender, dark one, and kissing him deeply. Spike reaches out for him, and Simi pulls back. "Stay in position until I tell you otherwise." Spike moans and returns his hands to the small of his back. Slight hands cup Spike's ass and grind his silk-covered erection against Simi's unencumbered one. Simi's mouth is warm, almost hot, but his skin is a little chilled from being outside. He trails his mouth from Spike's lips, down his throat, and over his chest, before he pulls back.
Simi stands. "Get up, and go lay face down on the bed. Take the thong off. Put two pillows under your hips, and spread your legs as wide as you can." Spike moans, but goes to obey. He is compliant as Simi clips his arms and legs to the bed, and slips a blindfold over his eyes. Hs hips start to jerk when Simi tugs on the plug, and he moans at the sharp slap on his thigh. "If you can't be still, I'll leave it there, and leave you to suffer. Do you want that?"
Spike shakes his head against the pillow, not trusting his voice. Simi again begins to pull on the plug, and Spike bites through his lip in an effort to be still. Once it is out, the burning seems to double, but two of Simi's slender fingers breach him quickly, covered in something cool and soothing. Relief floods through him, and he moans. Simi doesn't stop, but in a few minutes Spike realizes that his fingers are too small to reach everywhere. "Simi, please'"
"Hrmmm?" Simi replies, scissoring his fingers.
"Fuck me." Spike croaks, barely able to form words.
There are several moments of silence, but Simi's fingers don't stop. "You do remember that you don't have permission to come, yes?"
Spike nods, "Don't care. Please."
Simi does not wait to be asked a third time. The first slide brings such a rush of relief that Spike almost comes, even with the ring. Simi stills, laying his head on Spike's shoulder blade. "Is that good?"
"Yes." Spike replies. He doesn't realize he's lost track of time until the alarm goes off.
Simi slaps it off. "We must get you ready for Xander's return," he says unclipping Spike from the bed. He removes the blindfold and the restraints, leading Spike to the bathroom. He flips on the shower, and when it has heated, he steps in, pulling Spike after him. "Reach up and put your hands on the wall." Spike complies, and Simi kicks his legs open and begins to wash him, inside and out. When he squeaks Simi washes himself quickly, and begins to pull Spike from the shower.
"Just a mo'. Are you allowed to come?" Spike gestures to the reddened cock that is painting Simi's belly with precome.
Simi blushes. "Well, yes, but it didn't seem'"
Spike pushes Simi back against the wall with a feral grin. "I'm sure we'll arrange a way for you to return the favor, someday." He kneels, and sucks the shifter all the way in. Simi starts to keen as Spike guides his hips, until he is thrusting on his own. It takes only a few thrusts until Spike's mouth is filled with Simi's oddly cumin-like flavor. He licks his lips.
Simi pulls him up and kisses him deeply. "Xander is an incredibly lucky man," is murmured against his lips. Simi reluctantly pulls away and flips the shower off. "Dry off, and then bend over with your legs spread and grab the tub. I'll be right back." He pads into the bedroom. Spike is bent over when he comes back and turns the sink on. He starts to turn around. "Eyes forward." Simi says, before Spike has a chance to see anything.
Simi rubs something slick across his pucker before breaching him. This time he feels the burn moments before he smells the distinctive spicy odor. "Fu-uck," he groans, and Simi giggles. The fingers are removed but three return. The burning intensifies. Again the fingers disappear. Only two come back, but this time Simi rubs the concoction into his prostate, which he continues to massage until Spike's knees give out. Simi shoves him forward until his arse is in the air, and begins working a plug into him. A much bigger plug. He has to work it in and out, with frequent lube reapplications, each of which intensifies the burning. "I '"gasp- am so-gasp- going to- pant pant- get you '"gasp- for this!"
In reply, Simi nips him sharply on the arse, and pulls him up. Spike turns to him in game face. Simi just grins unrepentantly. "That's what I was counting on. C'mon. Xander's on his way." He grabs Spike by the hand and pulls him into the bedroom. He quickly puts the restraints back on. Instead of leading him to kneel by the door, though Simi clips his legs to the end of the bed, facing it. Before Spike can ask, he's pulled a length of chain out from under the bed and hangs it over a hook in the ceiling. Anticipating Spike's question, Simi says, "Xander put it in while you were in Rome, so Sosi could show him some things." He quickly hooks Spike's wrists to the chain, high enough up so that it stretches him. Spike glances at the clock. 4:40. Simi slips the blindfold over his eyes again. A slick hand pumps his cock until his hips are thrusting up into it. "I wouldn't want you to forget about me while you're waiting." As the heat starts, there's a quick peck on Spike's lips and the bedroom door shuts.
He doesn't have time to even think a murderous thought. The throb and burn that is centered in his ass and cock starts to spread. Soon every inch of him is on fire. There's a roaring sound in his ears. He has no idea how much time passes before Xander's lips press between his shoulder blades. The blindfold comes off. Xander kneels on the end of the bed in front of him. "Hi." He smiles ferally at Spike's whimper. His hands ghost over Spike's skin until Spike is shuddering. "Tried to get me to come home early, did you?"
Spike whimpers, and nods. Lying will only get him more punishment. He lets out a soft cry as Xander's wandering hands find his nipples and rub them. There's a pinch, and Spike looks down to see a clip. Its mate soon follows. "Please'"
"Nuh-uh," says Xander, lying back to survey his work. Spike notices for the first time that Xander is naked. He fists his cock slowly, his eyes glazed with lust, legs spread wide. "You're so beautiful when you're like this. So completely mine. I'm just going to lay back here and enjoy it for a while."
Spike moans brokenly. "I want to touch you, Xan."
Xander goes on like he didn't hear. "You know, Spike," his hands wander between his legs, stoking his perineum. "I'm kind of a virgin. I mean, there've been fingers in there, mine and Anya's, but I've never been fucked before." He reaches over and pulls the normal lube from the bedside table and slicks his fingers, reaching back down to stroke slickly over his pucker. Spike echoes his moan. "I haven't decided though'" he gasps as a finger slips inside, " whether I'm going to let you give that to me'" a moan this time, as he adds a second finger, "or if I'm going to take it from you." He adds a third finger, and his hips arch up, impaling himself further.
"Xander, Master, anything, please!" Spike is incoherent at this point.
Xander stops. He gets up and crawls slinkily to the end of the bed. "Anything?" He pulls the clips off, slowly, and sucks on each nipple in turn. "Say it again."
"Anything, master. I'm yours." Spike goes limp in the restraints.
Xander gets off the bed and goes to unclip Spike. He removes the restraints, and with some difficulty, the plug. "Go shower. Get that stuff off you. Be quick."
He's never been quite so grateful for vampire speed. He steps out of the bathroom, still dripping, to find Xander on the bed. He sits up and shifts, motioning for Spike to lie down. He slicks Spike and then straddles him. "Hold on to the headboard, and don't move unless I tell you." Spike whimpers and does as he's told. Xander slides down, and Spike growls as just the head of his cock slides inside Xander's heat. Xander works himself up and down, sliding a bit further down each time. "So full'" he moans as he's finally fully seated. Spike is breathing heavily, fighting off game face in the effort not to disobey. Xander opens his eyes and looks down. Touching Spike's rippling forehead, he simply says, "Show me." There's a crunching sound, and Xander is face to face with the demon. "Beautiful." He begins to rise and fall, and Spike moans, the bedframe creaking under the strain of his grip.
"Xander'" Spike is breathless, but he manages to murmur.
Xander slows and then stops. "Flip us." At Spike's confused look, he says it again, "Flip us. You on top, now." Spike just nods dumbly and again does as he's told, moaning as he reseats himself. He holds himself rigid to stop himself from thrusting. Xander strokes his back softly. "You're so good for me, baby. You wanna fuck me?" He grins at the whimper that accompanies Spike's nod. "I'm gonna take the ring off, because I want you to come with me, but not until I do, okay?" Spike nods again, moaning as Xander grips him tightly before unsnapping the ring. Tossing it to the side, he waits for Spike's nod before slowly letting go. "Start slow." Xander thrusts up against Spike. Spike groans and thrusts back. They go slowly and torturously, until Spike starts to tremble. "Baby, in a second, we're gonna speed up," Xander moans as Spike thrusts particularly hard at that. "I want you to bring your head down here," he pulls Spike down to his neck. Spike moans and his fangs elongate. Xander's pulse is close to his lips, and he mouths the place where it throbs and moans again. "Mmmm' I want you to bite me, but not until we're coming." Spike freezes. Xander starts stroking his back again. Spike resumes gently thrusting. "Tell me."
"I trust you." It comes out as a whisper, and Spike shivers.
"So good' Now fuck me."
Spike couldn't disobey if he tried, at this point. His hands are gripping Xander's hips hard enough to leave bruises he knows he'll be punished for later, but he's too far gone to care. He carefully angles so that Xander's prostate is hit every stroke. Xander's nails rake up his back, and he loses all control. Howling, hips snapping, he feels the orgasm ignite at the base of his spine, and it feels like he's pumping liquid fire out of his cock. Xander's channel starts spasming around him, and his head is pulled back down so that the pulse point is beneath his lips. The taste of Xander floods his mouth, replete with lust, happiness, and love. He only takes a sip before licking the wound closed. With a shudder, he starts to pull away, but Xander won't let go. "Don't want to suffocate you."
"You won't." Spike gives in and settles himself on top of Xander. They're quiet for a few moments. "Is it always that good?"
"With you, yeah."
"So you didn't enjoy your time with Simi?" Xander asks coyly.
"Hardly said that." Spike replies with a snort.
Xander grins. "You know, I'm going to go to L.A. next week to help Angel move. And Sosi has business in Nepal that Simi can't attend. You and he will be all alone."
"Oh?" Spike can't help but sound interested.
"Mmmhmm. Sosi was wondering, in light of Simi coming here today to help you, if you'd perform the same services for him while Sosi is gone."
Spike grins. "Yeah, I think I can manage that."
Xander hums happily. "I thought so."
"Xan?"
"Yeah?"
"Know where I can get a case of that stuff in the brown bottle?"
The End
