AUTHORS: dru as Spike & Evil Willow as Xander (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Chance Encounters
SEQUEL TO: Chance Encounters
Version Spike-Xander
PAIRING : Spike/Xander
RATING : NC17 (highly slashy with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We wrote this as role-play
on Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of
our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!
DEDICATION: This fic is for
Vicky and her husband who apparently love us for the first one!
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THE GAME
There
he goes again, being all likeable. I ignore the side of my brain that objects
to that adjective. He *is* likeable. And I'm going to ignore the fact that it's
only because I'm getting ready to give him a blowjob. Even if it is, it doesn't
matter. This is about sex. That's all. Uncomplicated and fun.
I pull the jeans all the way off his legs and then move in
between them. I look up at his face again and he's watching me very intently.
All right. I can do this. I just have to remember what *I* like and hope that
he'll give me a little direction too on what *he* likes.
I lean
down and lick slowly up the length of his cock. He whimpers, which is
encouraging, so I do it again. I can taste his cum on him... and it's not a bad
taste. It's just... Spike. I like it.
I move
one of my hands to squeeze his balls gently and he moans. I look up and see
that he's watching me very intently. I continue to lick his cock slowly, and
he's starting to breathe heavily. Okay, so I'm not doing too terribly at this,
I guess.
I take the head of his cock into my mouth and suck, gently.
He moans and clutches the sheets next to him tightly. I slide my lips down
further, taking as much into my mouth as I can. As I withdraw, I let my teeth
graze lightly over his skin. *I* like that, and I'm hoping he does too.
"OH
FUCK!" I scream as I buck up off the bed. Don't think he was expecting
that cause he looks a little shocked. He should know that anything involving
teeth is gonna get a reaction out of me.
I really
can't believe he's never done this before, but I guess it's like Angelus said.
'Some people are just naturals.'
*I* was,
according to him, and so is Xander now.
I take
his head in my hands and make a mental note to keep the screaming to a minimum
(like that'll happen with *him*). Then, I hold his mouth to my cock and if he's
a good bitch, he'll suck it and get me off. Again.
He
guides my movements with his hands, letting me know what he likes. I don't
mind, because he's not forcing me. I start to suck harder, and move a little
faster, and his fingers tighten in my hair. I take the base of his cock in my
hand and stroke it, firmly, since I can't possibly take all of him into my
mouth.
I
taste his pre-come and moan. I'm starting to like that taste. "Shit!"
He yells, and it takes me a second to realize why. I start to hum and he
whimpers, bucking up against me. Okay. Now I know something else Spike likes.
I get
it now, what he meant earlier about 'the game.' Right now, 'the game' is trying
to figure out all the ways to make Spike lose control a little more. I like
this game.
I
continue to hum around his cock, and use my teeth again as I move up and down
his cock. "OhshityeahXander!" he moans, panting for breath. He's
pulling on my hair even harder and I think I understand now why the chip hasn't
gone off. It's because he's not trying to hurt me, not in a bad way anyway...
probably also because I'm not afraid of him. And that makes me wonder again
just how far we can push the limits of the chip.
Oh
shit. That's what I needed, to get even *more* turned on. I realize then that
I'm thrusting against the mattress, trying to get some relief. It's not
helping. I'm so fucking hard. I really need to come. But I also know, somehow,
another part of the game: I'm not allowed to come yet. Not before him.
Otherwise, I'd free my cock from the jeans and just jerk off as I suck him. But
I don't, because I'd really rather *he* got me off anyway.
But one way to get that to happen, sooner rather than
later, is to make him come now. Good plan. Except that he seems to be pretty
much in control. Show off. I think I'd last all of ten seconds if he sucked me.
It's
truly amazing how he's trying to fuck through the mattress and yet he doesn't
even reach for himself. Angelus was right all along. I guess that's why I like
the kid so much. I can see so much of myself in him.
We've
both got that incredibly submissive air about us, like we're waiting to get
screwed. But fortunately for me, power goes to the strongest. And that's me. No
matter about the chip or the past. And he seems willing to submit.
And if
I'm bringing the chains next time, he might as well learn that good behavior is
rewarded.
So, I
sit up, which he whimpers about until he realizes that I've pulled him up
towards me and unbuttoned his jeans. "Take them off." I growl. And he
does.
He
returns to my lap and I lay back down and push his head back to my cock. That's
it. It's not like he's made me come yet, but he can at least get some contact
on his throbbing, hot flesh.
And he's
gonna be a while with sucking my cock because I've found after I come once, I
can go for hours if I let myself. Angelus certainly taught me self-discipline.
One time coming without permission taught me that much. He kept me hard for two
weeks without letting me come once. Now *that* hurt.
This is
just fun.
And he might as well realize, it's gonna take a lot more than
some sucking and nipping to make *me* lose control.
I let
his cock slide out of my mouth and he growls. I smile up at him before I move
to lick and suck at his balls, as my hand continues to stroke his cock firmly.
"Xaandeer," he moans. I look at him, and he's pouting. Okay, fine. I
don't want to tick him off, after all. That would make for a pretty unsatisfying
night for me.
I've
been contemplating this for... since I realized I wanted to suck him off. Being
an inquisitive kind of guy, I know technically know *how* to do it. It's just a
matter of being really nervous about the actually doing it. Spike growls, which
pulls me out of my thoughts. That's right, Xan, no ticking off the sexy guy in
your bed.
Oh god
I did *not* just think Spike was sexy. Okay, so I did. And he is. And I'm going
to stop thinking and do a little more acting. I'm sure he would appreciate
that.
I take his cock into my mouth, slowly, relaxing my throat
to take more of him inside. And somehow, I manage not to freak out, as I
succeed in deep-throating him.
OH.
Shit.
I wasn't
expecting *that* the first night... but SHIT.
I can't
help myself but thrust further down his throat which is *not* what he needs
right now. So I find myself sliding my hands down to his throat and just
caressing him gently. "Just relax, Luv." I whisper and he nods his
head a little as more of my cock slips in.
"That's it, Pet." I urge him on. "Take it all.
Make me come." And I can tell by the look in his eyes that he *really*
wants that. And I just may let him, because... DAMN.
I let
him slide deeper down my throat and remember to breathe through my nose. Because
breathing is good. Necessary even. Finally, I have managed to take him all in
my mouth. It helps that he's letting me control the pace of this... even though
I know he wants to just thrust his cock down my throat. I moan at that mental
image and Spike shudders in response. I guess he liked that.
I pull
back slowly, ignoring his whimper of disappointment. I let my teeth graze his
cock as I do and he growls. I look up at him to make sure it wasn't a 'don't do
that' growl. And by the way he's panting for breath, I don't think it was. I
suck at the head of his cock, while I catch my breath a little and move down
further, deep-throating him again. It's not as hard to manage this time.
Then I
swallow, working my throat around his cock.
OH FUCK!
I let
his head go cause I'm pretty sure if he keeps this up, I'll end up crushing it,
and that would probably short circuit the chip and kill me and him in the
process. And that would end the fun far too soon.
So I
grab the sheets instead and scream and growl as quietly as possible without
actually being quiet.
When I
feel he's ready, I'm just gonna flip him over and fuck his mouth, cause I know
he wants it. He's like me. A slut.
"Xander..." I hiss and moan and arch up off the bed
and he keeps taking me deep into his throat. "FUCK!"
I look up at him and hope he sees in my expression that I'm
running out of ideas to make him come. I need a little direction here.
I push
his head back onto my cock and he takes it with no problem. Perfect. Plus the
begging in his eyes helps.
So I
flip us over and straddle his face. "You look so beautiful with my cock
down your throat." I tell him.
Vamp
ideas of sweet talk, I guess.
But I
know it turns him on cause he cock jerks.
And I
reach down and run a finger up the length of it before I start to thrust myself
into his mouth. Fuck he's got a great mouth! Wet and warm and perfect for my
cock.
I just can't help myself; I'm so fucking close. Although I'm
not sure if he's gonna wanna swallow, he'll really have no choice in the matter,
cause I start to fuck his mouth and I'm *not* going to stop.
Yeah,
this is much better. I really prefer it when he takes control of the situation.
Besides the fact that being submissive turns me on, it's also an opportunity
for him to show me what he likes.
He starts to thrust himself down my throat and I let him do
it. I'm actually enjoying this, surprisingly enough. And I figure that if I
cooperate now, he'll be more likely to let me come *sooner* rather than later.
And I really, really, really need to come.
"That's it, Bitch." I growl. "Swallow me
whole. Make me *come*, Xander."
Oh
god. I shouldn't like it when he talks to me like that, but I do. Shit. I
whimper and he growls as he starts to thrust faster into my throat. I work my
throat around his cock as he thrusts inside, and let my teeth run along his
cock as he withdraws. "Ohfuckyeah," he groans. I start to hum also,
and he whimpers. He's close, I think. I hope.
I move my hands to his ass, squeezing it and then move one
finger to his hole, massaging around it lightly. He looks at me in surprise and
I just meet his gaze, my eyes silently asking for permission.
I must say, I'm fucking surprised as hell, but... I nod in
response to his questioning eyes. He's got initiative. And I may just have to
reward him for it. Later. Much later.
I push my finger inside slowly and he growls, pushing back
against it. I slide it deeper, encouraged by his reaction. I know I've found
the spot when he bites his lower lip to hold in the muffled scream I hear. I
pull the finger out, almost all the way and he thrusts down my throat again.
Then when he moves back, I push two fingers inside him.
I find his prostate again and scratch my fingernails over
it. While I'm doing this, I put my other hand on his ass and pushing him deeper
into my throat with my other hand, sucking as hard as I can. Once he's
completely inside my mouth, I work my throat around his cock, still rubbing his
prostate with the tips of my fingers.
"OhfuckyeahXandershitsuckmycockBitch- FUCK!" I
scream as I slam into his face once more and squirt my come down his throat and
in his mouth and all over his face. Oh yeah... I *am* the fucking Master!
And he looks so fucking good with my come all over him,
sticky and cool. And he fucking... had his fingers... and was fucking me with
them. Oh yeah, he's definitely a keeper. And he also deserves a little
something, so I lay on my side next to him and run my fingers up his thigh,
"Well, tell me what you want."
THE KINK
What
do I want? Where the hell do I start? And let's see, what would I ask for that
he would actually give, since he's the one calling the shots here? I
contemplate these questions and while I do, he leans closer and kisses me. I
whimper and suck his tongue into my mouth.
He pulls away and looks at me expectantly. And really, what
I want is pretty simple. "I want to come, however you want to make
me," I say quietly.
That's
right. It *will* be my way. However the hell I choose, IF I choose.
Man, I *love* being evil. *Really* evil. So I smirk and grab
his cock before saying, "How do you want me to make you?"
Damn
it. I *could* shove him off my bed and get myself off. And then spend the rest
of the night ignoring him. Yeah right. Maybe I could do that if I didn't
remember how hard I came, with his cock in my ass and his fangs in my neck.
And I
wish I could have him inside me like that, but I wonder if it's possible? I
mean, it's been months since I've done that... not since the last time with
him. And I just don't know how much pain would make the chip go off. I'm sure
he doesn't really want to play 'let's see if we can give Spike a headache'
right now. It would kind of kill the mood for sex, I think.
Besides
the fact that if it was really my choice, well, I'd want to feel his really
talented mouth around my cock. Just the thought of it makes me shiver. But I
don't know if that fits within the boundaries of our agreement, either. I
suppose not.
And then again, I don't know if I don't ask. Right? The
worst he could do is refuse. And if he does, it doesn't mean we can't do other
things. "Well, if it were up to me, I'd ask you to suck me off." I
bite my lip nervously, wondering how he'll respond.
Not a
complete shock, to hear his request, because he's been hard and throbbing and
denied for how long now?
I smile,
"I suppose I could arrange a little suction." I say with a wink as I
squeeze his cock before sliding down his body.
He's been working out even more since I last saw him. He's
gotten more muscle tone. He wears it well. I grip his thighs as I kneel between
his legs and growl before sucking him all down in one quick, practiced motion.
I work my throat muscles around him and draw him in deep.
"OHFUCKSPIKE!"
I moan as he sucks me down his throat and it's just not going to last long. I
whimper and grab the sheets as I try to buck up against him. His hands are
holding me down on the bed, though. He's in complete control. Big surprise
there.
He swallows my cock and I squeak and bite my lip, making it
bleed. He growls, probably in response to the scent of my blood, but that's
enough to send me over the edge. I scream his name as I come, hard.
Spike swallows my cum, but it's not like I really gave him
a choice. And I really hope he doesn't get pissed about that. I just don't have
the control that he does. Although a part of me wonders exactly how he *would*
punish me. Oh fuck, I really wish that sado-masochistic side would just take a
break. I whimper as my cock starts to harden again.
I *love*
randy teenagers. Shit... the sex drive of... well... me.
I
continue to suck him to hardness. His hands grab and pull on my hair as I do
and I smile.
Yes, I
smile. Because you *will* learn your place, Boy. You can keep moaning and
groaning and grabbing all you want, but nothing can save you now.
I'm relieved he's not upset that I came without warning
him. And that he didn't ask what turned me on again so fast. Well, he probably
assumes that was him. And it was, but not the way he thinks. But I guess I'm
saved for the moment from explaining that my mind can't stop fixating on the
idea of him hurting me... assuming the chip would let him and I'm hoping it
would.
He
starts whimpering as I suck him down further and ease a finger into his tight
passage. He starts bucking off the bed, which is my cue. I pull away from him
quickly and grab his cock and balls hard, effectively cutting off his orgasm.
"You. *Don't*. Come. Without. Permission." I growl
as I keep my grip on his throbbing cock. "Understand?" I growl.
I
whimper, but not because of the pain. I mean, well, yes, but it's not because
it's *bad* pain. And god, this is so weird. There's good pain and bad pain? I
guess so. And I've got my answer about the chip. Also about how I'd respond if
he hurt me a little. And now I wonder what he thinks about the fact that
instead of making me lose interest in sex, the rough treatment just made me
even more ready to come?
I don't care what he thinks, as long as he doesn't ask me
to *tell* him why I'm still so hard it hurts.
"Understand?"
I growl louder as I squeeze him harder.
And I
can't believe it's not headache in Spike-land, which means... He...
Oh.
Oh!
My smile
goes wide, "So... Slayer's little boytoy likes it." I comment.
"Can't say I'm not surprised..." I lick his thigh before saying,
"It's always the quiet ones, you know."
"L-l-likes what?" I ask, mentally cursing at my
re-acquired stuttering.
I
release his cock and he whines. Because the pain *stopped*. I chuckle a little,
"Look down," I say. "You'll bruise because I held you so hard and
you didn't even flinch." I slide up his body and bite his earlobe and
chuckle as he moans, "Yes, it'll definitely be the chains for you,
Boy."
I smile and roll off him. "But for now... dance."
My brain is having trouble processing the fact that he figured
out my new reaction to pain. Except I guess I *didn't* hide it too well. And I
guess I also want to prolong the humiliation, because I say, "I have no
idea what you're talking about," referring to his earlier comments.
"Why would I let you use chains when we're .... you know?"
"You. Completely at my will. Helpless. Turned on. Hard
as a rock. Can't think of anything else I'd like more. Can you?"
I try really hard to make my mouth work before I manage to
say, "Dance?" Yes, I'm reacting to his request (demand?) from
earlier, but it's easier than answering what he just asked.
He
stands up as if he's gonna get away with that, so I grab him and yank him down
roughly on the bed. I quickly straddle him and pin him down. "The most
important dance of them all, Luv."
I thrust against him and growl before running my fangs
lightly down his throat. "I could hurt you, Xander. I believe I could hurt
you. If you let me. Do you *wanna* let me?"
"Oh
god." I whimper.
I feel
like I can't breathe. Because I really want that. But the real question is
whether I can trust him. Because when does the chip kick in, if I *want* the
pain? I'm thinking it's if I get scared. But what if I'm wrong? What if....
He had
the opportunity to kill me last summer. No chip and he let me live. He even
would have walked away and we wouldn't have had sex if I hadn't wanted it. I
*know* that. So what's changed now?
Nothing.
And I
have the feeling that he wants this as much as I do. Maybe more. He *is* a
demon whose whole purpose in life is to inflict pain and worse. And if I enjoy
it, then.... I can't believe I'm even contemplating this. I look up into his
eyes and he's still in gameface, with that expression on his face like he's
trying to read my mind. And I'm not afraid of him. So there's my decision,
then.
"Yes," I say, ignoring the urge to avoid his
gaze.
"Yes, what?" I ask in disbelief.
I groan, wondering if he's trying to just continue the
mental torture. But since I've come this far, I might as well get it all out
there. "You were right," I admit. "About the fact that the chip
really should have gone off, but it didn't because I kind of ... liked the
pain." My voice is almost a whisper now, because this isn't easy to say.
I'm still looking at him, as his face shifts again, back to the human mask.
Those blue eyes I feel like I get lost in. "And about the fact that I...
want you to hurt me."
I kiss him sweetly, "Nothing wrong with saying what you
want, Luv." I purr before thrusting my hips downwards to slam into his. I
kiss him harshly once more before pulling away. "Now dance."
"Dance?" I squeak, trying to hide my
disappointment that he's not going to let me have what I want. But then again,
he's in charge here, I guess.
"Yes,
I think a dance would be in order. And make it good." I say, motioning for
him to get up. "Your very life may depend on it." I growl menacingly,
which is a joke, but I'm hoping he'll play along.
After all, he *wants* to be hurt. And I *never* do what
people *want*. I do what people *need*. And he *needs* to dance, cause I *need*
to watch him.
I can't hide the
shiver that runs through me in response to his mock-threat and he smirks. Well.
I guess I'm dancing. I get to my feet but then turn back to him and ask, with a
little smile, "What do I get if it *is* good?" I move my hand down my
chest and stomach to my cock, stroking it slowly.
Little Vixen! That's what Dru would call him. I just smirk as
I mirror his image and stroke myself. "Well, you got to come without
permission. I think that more than evens out. Don't you?" I ask as I start
thrusting into my own hand.
I think for a minute before I decide to push this a little.
"I don't think so. I got some pretty good tips that night, for one dance.
So I'm just wondering why I should dance for you, if I'm not going to get
anything out of it?"
Yeah, I'm trying to see what it will take to make him
remind me who's in control here. I'm sick.
Well,
the little boy's got balls. Unfortunately, I don't care. He's not the boss. And
he's gonna learn that tonight.
"You *would* have gotten something out of it." I
shrug and stand up. "Don't dance, see if I care." I grab my jeans,
duster and boots. "Night." I say with the fullest intention of
finding a crypt and some tramp vampiress. He doesn't have that luxury. I do.
"WAIT!"
He stops but doesn't turn around. Well, shit. He won that round, too. "I'm
sorry. Please don't go. I'll do whatever you want me to do." And when the
fuck did I turn into his ... what did he call me? Oh, yeah. His bitch.
I
don't know but I don't care.
All I know is I want him. "I'll let you do whatever
you want to do to me," I add.
I smile so wide, I'm glad I'm not facing him. But... he still
must be tortured a little. "I *own* you." I growl. "Tell me
that. Tell me I *own* you."
I
thought that was a given, but he's just trying to torture me. I get it.
Although it doesn't mean he still won't go. I remember the last time... how my
heart sank a little when he walked out of that room. And I'm not going there,
contemplating things like that.
"You own me," I force the words out, because I
still have a *little* pride. But it's not as important as him not going away.
"You do what I say." I growl. "Tell me. You do
what *I* say and only what pleases *me*."
"I'll do whatever you tell me," I agree.
"Whatever you want, whatever pleases you. I won't ask what's in it for me,
again."
At least he can't see how I'm blushing, in humiliation. But
also getting more and more turned on. I can't believe he can do this to me. I'm
really, really sick. But I really, really like how he makes me feel, too. The
humiliation *and* the pain *and* the amazing orgasms.
I turn
around and throw my stuff on the floor. "Then crawl over here and suck my
cock."
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