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
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DEDICATION: This fic is for
Vicky and her husband who apparently love us for the first one!
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THE QUESTION
I sigh
with relief. Well, the sane part of me does. The sick part of me wishes he
would have punished me.
And I
really wish I could derail that train of thought.
He lies down on his side, next to me and I say, "Can I
ask you a question?"
I just
can't shake this incredible feeling. This happy, ecstatic feeling of having the
blood of my m- of him inside me.
I lay
next to him on my side and run my fingers over the stickiness on his stomach.
Our come.
"Sure." I shrug.
"You said last summer, when you bit me, you claimed
me," I say. "And I was wondering if that's just something that...
happens, all the time, when vampires bite people and don't kill them?"
"No."
I answer as I draw circles on his chest with our come. I cover his nipples with
it as well, as I continue. "It depends on where the bite is and if you
bite deep enough to scar."
I
wonder if he *purposely* didn't answer my question? "That wasn't what I
meant," I say and then trail off, wondering if I really want the answer to
the question. Because it's silly, this hope that Spike had a choice to claim me
or not, and chose to, back then. It's probably just like I said, it just
happens, if the human lives after the bite.
And
why do I care, anyway? Spike wants me *now*, so it shouldn't matter if he meant
to claim me.
But it
does, for some reason.
And even if I won't like the answer, I need to know it.
"Spike, did you... I mean, was it intentional, the claiming? Or does it
just happen, sometimes, when a vampire bites a human, and it's not a case of
the vampire *meaning* really to do it?" I bite my lower lip nervously, as
I wait for his answer.
I smile
and lick one of his nipples clean. "Mmm..." I purr, "We taste
wonderful together, Pet."
Then, I
lick my way up to the scar and place a gentle kiss on it first. "Most
vamps don't realize that there's an art to it.
"Angelus
was well versed in the proper methodology of vampirism. Darla was a bloody
expert, having been the Master's favored childe, that is. And being part of the
line that I am, makes me distinguished, and therefore I was properly taught.
"Dru
couldn't be taught, she just bites and drinks and then is done with it. She
doesn't understand any of the art of it, or the beauty." I continue to
play with our come and rub it over his cock as he starts to get hard again. I
move my hips a little so I can get some contact against my own hardening cock.
Just talking about this shit with him... it's... amazing.
"And
it *is* beautiful. Most people, 'specially your crowd, can't see it. People
that know of real vampires see us as monsters. Some are, yes, ones that have
been taught. Angelus used to say the only thing I could do right was learn. So
I did."
I start
to kiss his mouth before moving downwards. "One of my first lessons was
about the neck and where to bite. I'll see if I can remember what he
said..." I kiss right below his jaw line and move downwards. "See?
*Here*" I say with a kiss just above my scar, "Is a minor vein, not
much blood and on its way back to the heart, so it doesn't have much oxygen in
it and doesn't taste as rich."
Then, I
suck on the scar, just a little, to bring more blood to the surface. "But
right here... commonly the jugular... is vampire Heaven. The richest blood a human
has, other than female blood, is right here, under the surface, being sent away
from the heart to the brain, full of oxygen and nutrients. It is also a major
artery and a few good swallows and a deep bite will kill in about three minutes
or less depending on the size of the person.
"If
you're aiming for the kill, you bite hard and drink deep." I whisper
against the scar as I pull away and notice how hard he's gotten.
"But...
Angelus also taught me about claiming, mating and the thrall, which aren't practiced
too much these days, except among some elders.
"A
skilled vampire can stop before the kill, can control the amount of blood taken
and how fast. A skilled vampire knows that the angle of the bite and the depth
of the bite will increase or decrease pain, or pleasure.
"A learned vampire," I say as I slide my hand up to
run my finger over the scar, "Knows that claiming can be more erotic than
a kill and a better aphrodisiac than slayer blood itself. A knowledgeable
vampire knows the difference between food and the exceptions."
"So...
you're saying it just happens, if you don't bite to kill," I reply, trying
to hide my disappointment. But why did I even think he might have meant to
claim me, last summer? He left, didn't he? He wasn't trying to claim me. He
didn't want to. Why would anyone *want* to, after all? It's just a consequence
of the fact he left me alive.
But it shouldn't matter, since he claimed me again tonight.
And that proves he wanted to do it. Except it does matter. Because it makes the
whole claiming issue, not as big a thing as I thought it was originally. It
just happens. And I wish I knew what it meant, for both of us. Is it like
having a relationship? Or is it really just about him having someone to
control?
"I
didn't say that at all," I say as I see... disappointment?... in his eyes.
"I said a vampire skilled and well practiced in the craft knows the
difference."
I kiss him softly, "It doesn't just happen. If it did,
then any vampire caught in mid-bite would have a string of claimed humans they
don't care to have or know about."
Okay. That's a half-answer, but I don't know if he realizes
that. So I'll just ask what I want to know. "So... when you bit me, it was
a conscious decision? Or was it one of those 'oops, I didn't mean to do that'
things?"
Ever since I woke up to find him gone the next morning,
I've suspected that entire *night* was an 'oops I didn't mean to do that' thing
for Spike. And even though it seems like he's telling me he meant to claim me,
it doesn't mean that wasn't a split-second decision he ended up regretting
later.
"You
don't know?" I ask in shock. "Xander, you gave me permission to
drink. I asked and you gave it, willingly. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't...
I mean, I just would have taken. I would have killed you if I hadn't
wanted..." Wanted what? To claim you? To make you mine? To mark you as my
mate when you were old enough to be turned?
"I wouldn't have asked if it was an accidental thing. I
wouldn't have been able to stop. Time and distance doesn't lessen a claim on a
human, once it's in place, with sex and blood, especially with acquiescence.
Doesn't matter if I left or not, you're still mine. You have been since that
day and you will always be."
I
can't believe what I just heard. I mean, it's more than I hoped for. This is
the first time in my life someone has wanted me, wanted me to be theirs, for
good. And I don't know how to reply. It's ... it's not something I can really
get my mind around. People I... have complicated feelings for, they leave.
ALWAYS.
But
not Spike, I guess.
I have
no reason to doubt him when he tells me that, because he doesn't lie. It's
weird. He kills, he tortures, he makes a guy want to scream with frustration.
But he doesn't lie.
Not
that I think this whole thing is going to be easy. Especially when I don't know
exactly what it means, yet, to belong to him. But I'm sure I'll find that out.
Maybe he doesn't even really know? He did say we'd have to figure it all out.
So... that's what we'll do. Just take it a day at a time. I can deal with that.
Enough thinking. I'm horny again and he's *been* horny
since the night began. I like vampire stamina. "I'm yours," I agree
with a smile, running my hand over his chest lightly. He growls and thrusts
against my hip, and I think I liked it better when he didn't have the jeans on.
"Mine."
I repeat but suddenly feel the need to clarify, and then fuck. "Pet, I
don't know what it'll be, but it won't be like Angelus and me. I don't want to
hurt you, unless you want me to." I add with a smirk and he nods. I think
he's a little relieved cause he seems to relax a lot. I guess he'd been nervous
about that.
THE WILL
"Oi," I say as I reach down an adjust myself a
little, "All this talk 'bout blood and sex, and I just remembered," I
bite his earlobe and whisper, "I haven't been inside you yet, Luv."
I shudder in response to his words. He bites my earlobe
again, harder, and I whimper. "Please."
"Please, what?"
His
hand strokes my cock and I moan as I arch up into his touch. Then, suddenly, he
pinches the base of my cock, and I squeak. I look up at him in shock and he
just looks at me, expecting an answer.
"I want you... to fuck me," I reply. He just
looks at me, like he's waiting for more. "Please?" I offer. Even
though I know he's waiting for me to tell him exactly what I want. But instead
of doing that, I rub his cock through his jeans. Maybe the distraction
technique will work.
I moan
softly as he strokes me. He learns fast. And... I have something else to teach
him.
But I don't
want to humiliate him, but I hope he realizes that this one particular thing
really turns me on, even more than the nails in my hair.
I stand up and say, "Undress me." He's eager to hop
up but I put a hand up and stop him, "With your teeth." I say and my
cock jumps just thinking about it, his teeth so close to me, his breath on my
cock as he gets my jeans off. Shit, I could come just from thinking about it.
I feel
myself blushing at the request, but I nod. At least he's not returning to the
question of 'how' I want him to fuck me. This I can do, or I think I can
anyway.
I move
down his body, pausing occasionally to lick and nip at the skin of his chest
and stomach. On a whim, I dip my tongue into his navel. He moans loudly and I
smile, doing it again. This time, he gasps and tugs at my hair. Hm.... I add
that to the mental list of 'ways to make Spike moan.'
I move further down his body until I reach the waistband of
his jeans. Using my teeth, and a little persistence, I manage to get them
unbuttoned. Then I take the zipper in my teeth and pull it down, slowly. He
groans when I nuzzle his cock a little as I manipulate the zipper. When it's
down, I can't resist the urge to lick him, from base to tip, slowly. The more
distraction I use, the less chance he'll make me decide what position we're
going to be using when he fucks me.
I step
out of my jeans and kick them aside as he takes to licking my cock like a loli.
Oh fuck. I moan and hold his head there so he can lick me as much as he wants.
Such an odd wanker he is, thinks a little lick and blow'll stop me from being
*me*.
I think
not. I don't wanna come again until I'm so far inside him that he doesn't know
where he begins or ends.
I pull his head away and push him back on the bed. I crawl
over him and rub against his cock as I do. "So, Luv? What'll it be?"
"Huh?" I blink up at him in confusion. I thought
I was pretty clear about it earlier. "I want you to fuck me, Spike."
Now it's my turn to pretend I don't know what he's asking.
"You've seen me at my best," I purr, "Do you
wanna see me at my worst tonight?" I reply, implying that I can deliver a
lot of torture on him, if he wants it. But I thought tonight, when I properly
claim him with sex and blood, that he would want it to be special, nicer, more
human.
That's just not a fair question. Because I don't know the
answer. Or... no, that's not true. Part of me wants him to make me scream with
pleasure. Another part of me wants him to make me scream with pleasure and
pain. And I'm not sure yet which part of me will win out tonight.
The last time we were together, it was amazing. He was so
patient and gentle and considerate. And it was... unbelievable. And I want
that. Especially now that I know he wants me to be *his*, I really want -need-
to feel those things again. But I can't shake another need. For something I
haven't been able to stop thinking about all night. Something he gave me a
taste of which made me want much more.
And I'm not getting anywhere, so I might as well tell him
what the hold-up is. "A part of me wants to just feel you inside me, but
another part of me wants..." I trail off and look up at the ceiling. I
suppose it will eventually be easier to admit the darker needs. "Another
part of me wants you to hurt me."
I trail my finger down his chest to the tip of his cock.
"Yes, there will definitely be chains next time, Luv. But for now...
perhaps we can fit in a little of both." I say with a smirk, as I start
nipping at him.
I
groan as he starts to thrust against me, rubbing our cocks together. He nibbles
at my throat with blunt teeth and pauses long enough to say, "Don't come
until I tell you you can." Oh fuck. I whimper, and he chuckles in
response.
He
continues to nip at the skin above my jugular, on the side of my throat that
doesn't have the scar. I run my hands down his back to his ass, squeezing it
and pulling him closer. I'm already gasping for breath, writhing underneath
him. I don't think I have the control necessary to hold back my orgasm.
He bites down on my neck hard enough to bruise and I scream
his name as I shoot my semen onto both our stomachs. Fuck. Three times now. I
seriously need to work on my self-control. But now, there's no way he's *not*
going to do something about that disregard of his order.
"Self-control, Xander." I growl, "You *will*
learn it."
"I'm sorry," I say. And I am. "I just...
shit, I can't stop myself. Not when you bite me," I say. I'm hoping that
will appease him a little, at least stroke his ego.
"And I can't stop myself from biting, so I guess we have
a problem." I say, "But you should know, that I. Always. Win."
He
rolls away and reaches for something on the floor. He returns and I see he's
got the belt in his hand again. I can't help wondering what he's going to do
with it. My breathing speeds up as I contemplate the question.
"Roll
over," he growls and I whimper. I guess my question has been answered. I
obey him and watch as he moves off the bed, standing next to it. "Face the
other way," he orders. Damn. I pout but do as he says. "You will
*not* come, Xander," he says. "Not until I give you permission. If
you disobey me again, it will be the last time you come for at least
twenty-four hours, if not more."
I moan
and move a little, intending to use my hand to cut off any more orgasms.
"Hands above your head," He growls. I hesitate for a minute, and then
he yells, "NOW!" I obey instantly. "You will use your will-power
alone to keep yourself from coming, Xander. Nothing else."
I whimper and then gasp when I feel the belt land across my
ass. Oh fuck. And now I understand why he didn't want me looking at him.
Because the unexpected-ness of the blow added to the pleasure-pain feeling. And
not knowing when he'll hit me next just adds to the anticipation.
Will-power
alone.
That's how
I learned. How else is there? Although my will-power consisted of not wanting
to get my ass bled by Darla, or fucked by the Master, both of which I'm sure
Angelus would have paid to see if I'd disobeyed him.
But at
least Xander's secure in the knowledge that this *is* just a game. And that I
wouldn't, or couldn't, actually hurt him. It's for fun.
But the
boy *does* need to learn some control.
I let the belt fall on his ass again, a little harder and am
fascinated by the welts I'm starting to see.
"Oh
god!" I moan as the belt comes down again. With each blow, it burns at
first, stings, but then the pain melts into something better. This unbelievable
jolt of pleasure that goes straight to my cock. And it's taking every bit of
concentration, trying not to come.
But
I'm so fucking close. How the hell am I supposed to hold back, when he's making
me feel things I've never felt before? I whimper at the next blow and resist
the urge to rub my cock against the mattress. It would really be all over if I
did that.
I've lost track of how long this has gone on. It doesn't matter. I'm enjoying it, even
though most of my concentration is devoted to *not* coming. The belt comes down
harder and I scream into the pillow. And oh shit. I can't take much more of
this. "Spike, please. I can't... please."
"WHO?" I growl.
His question is accompanied by another hit by the belt and
I whimper. "Master," I gasp. "I'm sorry, but I just can't hold
back much longer. Please I need to come, please let me."
"Have you been good?" I ask as I walk around the
bed, flicking my wrist so the belt just kisses his skin. "Can you control
yourself?"
"Oh god yes," I moan, panting for breath.
"I'm sorry I disobeyed you. I won't do it again. Please, I need to come,
Master."
"You say you can control yourself, yet you *beg* me to
let you come?" I ask and watch his face as he realizes I've trapped him.
"If you truly had self-control, you'd have waited until *I* brought up the
issue." And I let the belt go five times on the backs of his thighs.
I let another scream loose into my pillow as I dig my
fingernails into the mattress. It's a losing battle, but only the thought that
he won't let me come again for another day helps me hold on by just a
thread. I whimper. "Okay, you win.
I don't have self-control. I'm trying but I'm so close to failing. I'm sorry. I
don't want to disobey you. Please let me use my hand to help control myself.
I'm begging you."
"Will power alone is the measure of a man." I say
as I toss the belt aside. I crawl onto the bed and run my hands up the back of
his thighs and over his ass. I touch the welts lovingly before placing my mouth
over his tight opening and tentatively licking it with my tongue.
"OH
FUCK!" I scream and all control I had (okay, so it wasn't much in the
first place) goes flying out the window. It's the most intense orgasm I've had
yet, and that's only fitting since it's the last one I'll have for a while.
Damn it.
As he comes, which I knew he would, I shove my tongue inside
him. After all, I've gotta get him hard again.
"Oh god," I moan. I really like what he can do with that tongue. Before I know
what's happened though, he's squeezing the base of my cock. "SPIKE!"
I whimper. This isn't good. I was hoping he'd forget about that 'not gonna come
for twenty-four hours' threat, but it doesn't look like it.
I just keep fucking him with my tongue and feel him jerking
in my hand and whimpering. After a few minutes, I look up and his eyes are just
begging for me to let him go. "I don't think so, Luv. Will power. Measure
of a man. And you'll have twenty-four hours of it." I slide up his body,
turn him over, and press myself against him intimately, "And you'll be
more a man than any man before."
"But,
Spike," I stop myself before I continue. Because he may get me to whimper
and moan and beg, but I'm *not* going to whine. Nope. Not gonna happen.
At least not for a few more minutes.
He
keeps one hand on my cock as he nibbles his way down my throat to my chest. He
thrusts against my thigh and I think I've
figured it out. He's trying to kill me. Is that possible? I think so, because
right now I feel like I'm just going to explode. Although death by denied
orgasm might not be too horrible a way to die, because at least I'm (kind of)
enjoying myself.
But then
again, I'd rather just come. It's much more fun that way. So.... okay. Begging
won't work, we've already established that. Maybe I just haven't tried hard
enough with distraction. Besides the fact that distraction is fun.
I reach down between us and stroke his cock firmly. He
growls and bites down hard on one of my nipples. I gasp and arch up against
him. "Oh fuck, please." So much for no more begging.
"I'm
gonna pretend I didn't hear that, Luv, and pretend that you're still a man with
some pride."
Pride? Fuck pride. I just want to come. However, I keep
that thought to myself, because apparently this is one of those times I don't
get to decide what happens. Somehow, I think that's going to be the rule with
us, rather than the exception. But even with that knowledge, I'm still not
going anywhere. And yes, I know that makes me kind of sick. But we've already
established that.
He whimpers at that and I bite him again. "Ya
know," I say as I start to kiss and nibble on his chest, "There was
one time when Angelus chained me to the bed for a week and kept me hard. No
orgasm. Just constant touches and kisses. He let Dru fuck my cock over the
leather keeping me hard. He fucked me. Darla did along with about fifteen other
girls."
I lave
his nipples as I slowly start to relieve the pressure on his cock to see what
he does. "And ya know what, Pet?" I kiss him and whisper, "I
didn't whimper or beg once. Not *once*. He thought he could make me submit and
make me want him... but I wouldn't. Because I wanted to best him, that time, I
wanted to beat *him*. He'd lasted five days with Darla and she beat him when
she heard that I lasted longer."
I stroke him a little more and let go completely to see what
happens. "So... you gonna be bested by Angelus? Or do you wanna be a
man?"
You
know, he's really infuriating.
No,
I'm not just figuring this out.
It
takes every bit of willpower, more than I thought I had, but I manage to keep
from coming again. Not because I really care about playing this 'let's see how
long I can go without an orgasm' game. But because I honestly don't want to
irritate him by not doing what he says. And I refuse to analyze *why* I feel
like obeying Spike. I'm going to pretend it's just because I want to keep him
around for a while, giving me really great orgasms.
Yeah, that's all there is to it.
"Good Boy." I whisper. "And good boys get
rewards." I say, "That's my own rule." I add with a wink before
rubbing my cock against his. "How's that?" I ask as I thrust against
his cock harder.
"Eep."
Hey, I never claimed to be a real coherent guy in bed.
"Well, 'eep' is not exactly manly, but at least you
didn't come." I say against his skin as I nip at his neck. "I wanna
be inside you, Pet. What do you think about that? Does it make you harder? Does
it make you wanna beg me for mercy?"
"Oh god."
"Name's Spike. I'll take God," I whisper, "But
I prefer Master, as it implies a little less holy water and the like, but... do
I take that as a yes? You want me to *take* *you*?" I ask with a thrust
against him.
Oh
fuck, no, I don't want him inside me if I don't get to come. Talk about cruel
and unusual punishment. I've had enough torture, really. No more.
"Yes."
Okay.... apparently my mouth has taken on a life of its
own.
"How?" I ask. "Want me fast or slow? Deep or
shallow? Hard or soft?" I ask even as I tear into my wrist to coat my cock
and his ass.
Okay,
I'm in the middle of a brain meltdown, and he wants me to answer questions? Not
fair. Oh wait. This *is* Spike I'm dealing with.
"Fast. Deep. Hard. NOW!"
I smile, "That wasn't so hard, was it?" I smirk and
grab his cock hard, "Or *is* it?" I stroke him as I start to slide my
blood-coated finger inside him. "It definitely is, and better stay that
way."
"SPIKE!"
I moan and push back against his finger. Oh shit. Sensory overload. I'm gonna
come, I'mgonnacomesohard... I bite my lower lip as I try to think of anything
to keep me from losing it.
Spike
in tight jeans. Oh, no, that's not gonna help.
Spike
biting me. Um, no.
Spike
fucking me. ARGH.
Oh god, I need to think of something *other* than Spike.
Which would be a hell of a lot easier if he weren't so good at making me feel
so good.
I stop moving everything, "You *will* maintain
yourself." I order and he tries to manage a nod. Then, I slide two fingers
and then three fingers and he moans and writhes beneath me. I make sure to put
pressure just so to make him-
"SHIT!" I yell and reach down to pinch the base
of my cock. Okay, that was close. *I'm* really really close. And he's just...
evil. Again, no, not surprised about that.
I smile and my other hand slides down to cover his. I take
his fingers off his cock and pull his hand above his head. "Will power,
Xander, *not* the inability to come. The desire not to."
Oh nonononononono. He grabs my other hand, reading my mind,
and holds it above my head, too. "I'm only eighteen, I don't *HAVE* that
kind of will power," I protest.
"Well, you don't turn nineteen and just get it. It's
learned. And you're going to learn it tonight." I tighten my grasp around
his wrists as I return my finger to his ass to finish the job I started.
OH
SHIT. And I can't help wondering what he'd do, if I just gave up and let myself
come? Because he's not making it any easier on me *not* to. But then again, I
don't want this night to end right now... which I'm afraid it would, if I
defied his ... well, order.
"Spike, please!" And that wasn't a whine. No. Not
at all.
"Now, why do you ask for things you *know* you won't
get?" I ask as I pull away and off the bed. "Hands and knees on the
bed." I order. "I'm gonna make it easy on you, *Alex*."
I moan and roll over, obeying him quickly. Still trying to
think of something that will help me *not* be aroused. So far, my brain is
stuck on Spike, though. Shit.
I watch as
he obeys me. "You look so bloody perfect with your ass all ready for
me." I say. "So effin' sexy... and ya ain't even dancin'." I
comment before I kneel behind him. "Now, keep your hands on the back of
the couch." And he does, although it would be better if he actually had a
bed I could chain him to, but... we'll make do.
As he
places his hands on the couch, he also raises his body. "There, keep your
hands there and your cock won't rub against anything *and* you won't be able to
hold it. *This* will test how much will power you have, Alexander Harris."
Then, I place the head of my cock just inside him and he
moans. "You *know*," I whisper in his ear, "We can end the game
at any time, Pet." Because I just need him to know that. Though I'll think
about the reasons for that later.
Okay.
Again, it's very difficult to think clearly in this situation. But I'm pretty
sure he said what I think he said.
But it doesn't take me even a second to think about it.
"Don't want to. I ... .like this game." I admit.
I nip at his neck as I start to push inside him. "Then
stop whining and *play*."
"I don't... whine," I mutter. Then I push back
against him, forcing him all the way inside me. Oh shit. I dig my fingers into
the couch and focus all my concentration on NOT coming. But I suspect I'll only
last for another minute or so... if I'm lucky.
"Then *play*, Xander." I insist as I thrust inside
him completely. "It's a game and it's well past time for your move."
I
whimper as he hits my prostrate. My muscles clamp down on his cock,
instinctively and he growls, biting my shoulder with his blunt teeth.
"Shit, Spike." I moan.
He pulls out and then thrusts inside me again, and I push
back against him. "Oh god, Spike, it feels so fucking good. But I really
want you to fuck me. Hard and fast. It's not gonna set off the chip, because I
*want* it."
"Do
you, now?" I purr. "Well then... keep your hands steady and your cock
hard," I whisper, before pulling out and shoving my cock back in hard
enough to hurt. I'm fucking relieved when I don't get a bone-crunching
headache.
He moans and I grab his hips and pull him back against me as
I start fuckin' him, hard and fast, just like he said he wanted. And deep.
Always deep.
I
whimper a little from the pain, but it's accompanied by incredible pleasure, as
he hits my prostate. I'm so glad the chip doesn't send him into a migraine
attack because I don't want him to stop. Stopping would definitely be of the
bad.
"Harder,"
I gasp and bite my lip to keep from screaming when he complies. Oh shit. That's
good.
Even
though I'm going nearly insane, trying to keep from climaxing. I just gotta
make him really happy and maybe he'll take pity on me and forget about the fact
he was trying to teach me a lesson. I don't really remember what the lesson
*was* at the moment though, just that it had to do with not coming.
I squeeze his cock as he thrusts in again and he purrs as
he licks and nibbles at the back of my neck. I'm fucking *shaking*, I need to
come so badly. It doesn't help matters when he reaches around to stroke me in
time with his thrusts. His other hand moves up my chest to play with my nipples
and I'm thinking he's enjoying this torture a little *too* much. But I'm not
asking him to stop. I prefer the torture to the lack of it.
"I love how tight you are around me, Xand. You feel so
fucking good." I moan as I slam into him once again. "I'm gonna come
inside you. Do you want it?"
It's hard to pay attention to anything, when he's got me
going crazy, trying not to come. I'm gasping for breath and there's an internal
mantra going on in my head: 'don'tcomedon'tcomedon'tcomedon'tcome'. I somehow
manage to make my brain work, though, and say, "Oh.... yeah, you feel so
fucking good inside... want to feel you come, Spike, please." I don't say
what else I'm thinking, that maybe if I can make him come, he'll let me come
too. I squeeze his cock the next time he thrusts inside me.
I'm not
completely evil.
But
sometimes...
I thrust
back inside him and he squeezes me and I can feel myself slipping... shiiit.
"Don't
come." I growl before I feel the pricks of fang in my lips.
"MINE!" I scream and as I do, I slide my fangs into his neck.
And because I'm not completely evil, I wrap my hand around
his cock and hold him tight as I growl my release.
I
whimper as I feel his cool semen shooting inside me as his fangs enter my skin.
I shudder at the sensations and realize I'm so done for... I moan in
half-relief, half-frustration when I feel his fingers pinching the base of my
cock, keeping me from following him into climax.
Shit.
He wasn't kidding about that 'twenty-four hour' thing. I bite my lower lip to
keep from begging, because I do have a little pride. Not much, but a little.
He
doesn't take much blood, before he pulls his fangs out and licks at the wound.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm already trying to think of a good
story for where this new scar came from. Oh well. I'll come up with something.
Maybe I'll just buy some turtleneck shirts. A new fashion trend for Xander
Harris.
Yeah
that would be inconspicuous.
But speaking of the others finding out about me and
Spike... now there's a frightening possibility that gets my mind off my need to
come... at least for a moment. Until Spike recovers from this last orgasm
enough to continue torturing me, anyway.
He
withdraws from my body and lies down on his back next to me. When he doesn't
say anything, I take the chance and lie down, facing him. If I stay really
still and don't think about my painful erection, maybe I'll be able to sleep.
Or
maybe not. I groan and roll over onto my stomach. Well, that helps the 'not
coming' issue, a little, as long as I keep not moving. I look over at him and
he's got this amused look on his face. Bastard. Sexy bastard, but still a
bastard.
I close
my eyes, but all I can think about is how it felt to have him inside me. That
was, most definitely, the best sex I've ever had. He's better than everyone
else I've been with, no doubt about it. But he's also stubborn. Because I've
tried everything...
Well,
not everything.
"Spike, I really need to come. Tell me what it'll take
to get you to not be irritated with me anymore and let me come. I'll do
anything." Yeah, that's a dangerous offer, but did I mention I really,
really need to come?
I am a
sick, twisted, evil vampire.
And this
has somehow become more than the game of submission and domination, which we'll
play more tomorrow. But this is about what's *mine*. Completely. And without
question. I want something no one will ever be able to take away.
"Anything?" I ask with my eyebrow raised.
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