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Coercion 11 The Legend of the Organ-Builder They reached Xander’s house
and Spike stopped. “It’s early yet, and you need to sleep. I’ve got some
stuff I need to take care of.” “Yeah, I’m sure you have a full appointment book.” “Hey, I’ve got things! I
matter.” Xander paused, then stepped up
close to Spike. “You do matter. But not to the poker game.” Xander took
Spike’s hand and tugged on it. “Come in for an hour or so at least.” “Why?” Spike found his mouth
dry and his cock twitching. “Can’t wait for me to read you a poem?” “If you want…” Spike let himself be lead in to
the basement and sat on the couch. Xander knelt on the cushions, facing him.
“I… I don’t know what to say.” “You don’t have to say
anything, Xander. You heard my offer.” Again Xander hesitated. “Look,
let’s set this rule. You can say no. I’ll listen.” “You can say no, too,
Spike.” Spike chuckled. “My pet, if
you can ever come up with anything to make a master vampire say no and stop
getting some, the world will shudder to a halt.” Xander abruptly got up, lit his
small collection of candles, and turned off the lamp. “I’ve been thinking
about this. A lot. About hands and lips the same. I… I don’t want to jump to
the groiny. Therein lies… weirdness.” “Check, no groiny.”
Inwardly, Spike cursed. Xander returned to the couch and
sat beside Spike. He picked up the TV remote, than sat it aside. Inner Spike howled in
frustration. “So you unloaded a truck today?” “Yeah, not much heavy stuff.
There was lot of clothes and…
Yeah. I worked hard.” “Sit in front of me and I’ll
give you a shoulder rub.” Xander hesitated. “It seemed
to work well when we sat on the chair. I mean, there you could reach my whole
back.” Spike grinned. The boy could be
sharp at times. Spike got up, mounted the now-red chair of reasonable comfort,
and patted the foot of it. Xander got up, hesitated, then stripped off his shirt
before sitting down. Spike rubbed his hands together, warming them, and started
systematically rubbing the boy’s back. After a long while, Xander said over
his shoulder, “It’s stuffy in here. I wish I could… cool off a bit.” Spike was puzzled. He thought
the whole reason for this was to heat things up. “We could step outside.” “Some bumpy might jump us. Is
there any way you could cool me off? And, I don’t know how I did it, but I
have a sore muscle on the front of my shoulder.” Abruptly, Spike caught what this
clever boy was thinking. “Sure, Pet,” he said and stripped off his shirt.
Spike moved up close behind the boy, obeying the “no groiny” rule. He
pressed his cool chest against he boy’s back and reached around, his long
fingers
rubbing and working muscles. “How’s that?” He whispered in the boy’s ear
and felt him shudder. “Better. Don’t stop.” Spike could see Xander’s hands
working the loose material at he knees of his pants, grasping and releasing.
“I think you wanted a poem?” “Yeah, but…” “I don’t have to stop, Pet.
It’s from the book you bought. I read it while you showered.” Truthfully, It
was one Spike had memorized not long after being turned. “It’s by Christina
Rossetti.” Spike’s low, cultured voice recited in Xander’s ear. What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through, Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do; Hard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all. What would I give for words, if only words would come; But now in its misery my spirit has fallen dumb: Oh, merry friends, go your way, I have never a word to say. What would I give for tears, not smiles but scalding tears, To wash the black mark clean, and to thaw the frost of years, To
wash the stain ingrain and to make me clean again. Xander moaned and hitched back
the five inches separating them. He turned his head, brought his hand up the cup
the back of Spike’s head, and pulled him in for a kiss. He pressed his hips
back, wanting to feel the erection he knew was there. Spike gladly returned the kiss
and wrapped his arms around the warm boy. He cautiously thrust his hips against
the boy’s back, wringing out a moan. As much as Spike wanted to slide his hand
down the muscular chest to explore what lay below, he instead took Xander’s
other hand and placed it on his crotch, allowing his hand to retreat to rest on
the boy’s arm below his elbow. Xander moaned into Spike’s mouth and clutched
his own erection. Spike couldn’t see what was happening, the fickle toaster
faced away, but he could feel the boy’s arm working and felt the backwards
push at each undulation of his hips. Xander didn’t know why he had
resisted so long. Once he felt Spike’s hands on his back, he knew what else he
wanted to feel. He wanted that hardness pressed into his back. He wanted to know
he had that effect on another person. He needed to be wanted. Even if Spike was
just playing him, he could play right back. As Spike recited into his ear, he
felt the puffs of air which formed the words hit his ear and that tumbled the
last stones of resistance. He claimed the space between them, pressed back and
was lost. Spike hitched even closer to the
boy and pressed harder still against the warmth before him. It was not all he
wanted, but it was all he could have at this
point. Spike allowed his hand to play over Xander’s chest, his palm lightly
brushing the pebbled nipples it found. He felt Xander’s hand work faster, and
the tongue dueling with his own worked harder. Wickedly, Spike pinched a nipple
as he’d seen sleepy Xander do to himself, and Xander broke off the kiss to
gasp. For Xander, time slowed, then
sped up to twice real time. It all felt so good, then Spike pinched his nipple.
Oh, just right. He didn’t want this to end, but he’d been so teased lately.
He felt Spike press harder against him, heard denim rub against khaki very
clearly, and his hand started working himself harder. Spike gently lipped Xander’s
ear and muttered into it. “What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me
through?” Spike grasped the boy and felt his body tense, his hand working even
faster, then shudder as his strokes broke into choppy movements, dictated by the
animal brain wanting the right bit of stimulation. Spike held the boy as the
shudders subsided and he went limp in his arms. Xander relaxed into the strong
arms holding him, wishing he could purr as Spike stroked his hair. The vampire
shifted and Xander realized Spike was still hard against him. “um, Spike?” “Hummm?” “I, er, I can’t help but
notice you’ve not… didn’t you enjoy that?” Spike kissed the top of the
boy’s head, enjoying his scent. “I did. That was a spectacular thing to be a
part of. I love to feel you move.” “But, you’ve not…”
Xander pressed back, making Spike moan. “You said no groiny. These
pants are too tight and the zipper bites.” “Well, I…” Xander
hesitated and Spike preyed the boy would offer to help. “I don’t mind if
you… take care of it. I mean, it’s not fair that I have fun and you
don’t.” Xander started to get up, but Spike held him there. “Stay there, please.” Spike
scooted back and stood, reaching for his zipper. Xander shouldn’t want to see,
but he did. Spike saw his hesitation and grinned. “I don’t mind, Pet. Should
I behind the screen?” “No. no. It’s okay…” Spike took a little longer at
getting undressed than he had planned. His movements were efficient and
graceful. Xander wondered how Spike had his own personal slow motion mode.
Xander did look away as Spike stretched like a cat and brought his hand to his
erection. Spike sat back down behind
Xander, leaving some six inches between them. He leaned forward and wrapped his
right arm around Xander again. “I like your warmth,” he whispered in
Xander’s ear as he fisted his now-freed erection. He breathed in the boy’s
scent, heavy with sex and worked his hand faster. “Spike,” Xander breathed,
and tentatively put his hands on the vampire’s knees where they rested beside
his thighs. “Kiss me again?” Spike moaned and leaned forward
to meet the boy’s lips but encountered bared neck instead. “So pretty,” he
murmured into Xander’s neck as he lowered his lips to the smooth skin. Xander felt himself grow hard
again as Spike’s lips and tongue danced and slid along his neck. Cordelia had
been talented with her mouth and would tease him for what seemed like hours. Spike smelled the fresh arousal
on the boy and, lost in the moment, slid his hand down into Xander’s loose
trousers and worked his way against sticky fabric to wrap his fingers around
Xander’s hot cock. Spike was breaking the rules,
but at this point Xander didn’t care. Spike growled and moved closer. Xander
could feel Spike’s knuckles brushing his back as he worked his cock in time
with his own. “God! Spike!” Xander gritted. Spike fought back his demon and
sucked hard on the smooth shoulder as both hands sped up. Spike came with a
growl, forcing his mouth away from
the hot flesh under his lips. The feeling of Spike’s cum hitting his back sent
Xander over the edge of his second orgasm. Spike’s hands slowed and
slopped, slipping off his penis and out of Xander’s pants to meet and clasp
around Xander’s waist and pull him close. As Xander’s breathing slowed he
became aware of Spike’s own panting. Interesting. He’d seen Spike breathe
when fighting or hurt, but never thought about while excited. Xander bet that
was something the Watcher’s didn’t know. Spike supported Xander’s
weight as the boy recovered. Xander sighed and rubbed his head back against his
like a cat. Spike felt his cock respond, as did Xander. Xander laughed.
“Again?” “Vampire stamina,” Spike
purred in his ear. “’sides, you got two.” Xander freed himself from the
strong arms and stood, doing his best to not look at Spike as he slid down the
chair and lounged, legs sprawled, one arm behind his head, and erection
presented by a long-fingered hand splayed on one thigh. “I… I have to get up
tomorrow. If… if I… help you with that, we’ll be up all night.” He
distracted himself by locating his sleeping boxers and bathrobe. Spike pouted. “Fine time to be
the grown up. You go shower, I’ll just sit here and take care of my abandoned
self.” Xander let himself take one more
long look at the pale body on the red throw and forced himself upstairs.
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