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Coercion 16 How Paddy Stole the Rope Xander returned to the basement
only to be jumped again. “Stupid mortal, returning to my lair when you know
the dangers.” Spike drank in the rush of adrenaline he got from distracted
Xander. “Damn it, Spi…” Spike
clamped his hand over Xander’s mouth. Anger was replacing fear as Xander pried
at Spike’s hand. He wasn’t trying to hurt the boy, he was just creating
barriers the boy couldn’t move. Passive aggression. His grin grew wicked when
he realized there was not a tingle from the chip. He spoke low and dangerous in
Xander’s ear. “Listen, human. You’ve teased me long enough. There are
things I want, and I will take them.” Ah, there the fear came back. “If you
do as I say, no one will get hurt.” Xander struggled a minute more before the
message of the game sunk in. He was almost as aware of Spike’s chip as Spike
was. He nodded against Spike’s hand. “Good.” So quickly he took Xander’s
breath away, the vampire lifted Xander and dropped him on the bed which was once again
folded out. He straddled Xander and drew his arms up over his head. With
long-perfected movements, Spike slipped readied loops of nylon rope around
Xander’s wrists and pulled them tight. What was Spike up to? Xander had
just been outed to one of his good friends, and the whole friend's return thing had him wigged. He didn’t want sex right this minute. He felt a dizzy
rush as Spike dropped him on the bed and had him tied up before he could blink.
He looked up at that feral grin and everything he’d read about William the
Bloody came rushing back. “No. Stop it.” Spike cocked his head, looking
down at Xander. “What’s the safe word, Pet?” “Damn it, we don’t have one!
You know that!” Xander yanked at his bonds. Spike watched him carefully. The
boy was hurting himself, Spike wasn’t doing it. The vampire inched backwards
until he was sitting on Xander’s thighs. “Then let’s make one up,” he
purred as he undid Xander’s shirt. “How about ‘Buffy?’” He pushed the
clean, white shirt off Xander’s shoulders. “No. You have a thing for her
and might cry it out at some point.” Spike grabbed Xander’s undershirt and
easily tore it in two. “Hey!” Xander protested. “No, that’s not good
either.” Spike stripped off his black t-shirt and bit his lip, looking down at
the boy so deliciously pinned under him. “I don’t think you get it. A safe
word,” Spike explained as he
traced the line of Xander’s jaw and neck, trailing fingers down to swirl over
his chest, “is something you wouldn’t normally blurt out during sex.” “Bastard. Get off me,”
Xander gritted, Bucking his hips. As soon as he did it, he realized that was
what Spike wanted. “No and no.” Spike smiled,
passively resisting the boy’s struggles and enjoying the feel of a fighting
body under him again. Spike leaned down, holding himself inches above Xander,
and licked along Xander’s cheek. He
raised up and met Xander’s flashing eyes. “Something odd,” he said,
leaning in again to lick an ear. ”Perhaps something from one of your books,”
Spike looked in Xander’s eyes again. “Mongoose,” Xander gritted. Spike’s smile grew wider.
“Kipling. Yes. So I’m the snake and you’re the rabbit?” “I’m the mongoose,” Xander
said and butted Spike head with his own. Spike reared up, laughing. His head
hurt, but the chip still hadn’t fired. Xander lay under him, teeth clinched at
the pain and anger. “Tricky,” Spike hissed like
a snake. “I thought you wanted to play. Sure felt like it when you came
home.” “I did. But not now.” “Why not, love?” “Seeing Oz, he knows about
us!” “So? He seemed fine with it.
He probably won’t tell anyone. Second thoughts now that I’m not a dirty
little secret?” “No. Yes. I don’t know.” “Let me help you decide.”
Spike lowered himself back down, avoiding being butted again. “Mongoose,” Xander said. “Shhh. Give me a chance to
state my case.” Spike begin a dance of tongue
tip, lips, and fingers over bare skin. Soon Xander was pressing upwards into
Spike’s light touches. Spike shifted downwards, applying the same attention to
chest and belly. He could feel Xander’s hard cock pressing up against his
sternum. With a grin upwards, Spike slid down and off the bed.
With another flurry of speed, Spike removed Xander’s pants and looped
rope around his ankles. “Hey! What’s the idea?” Spike ran his eyes over the
muscled body spread before him like DaVinci’s perfect man. “I told you. I
want something. I’m going to take it.” Xander had never felt this much
sexual desire coming off Spike before. He couldn’t help it. His cock throbbed
to fullness. “M… mongoose.” “You have to mean it.” Spike
prowled around him, enjoying the strain of muscles against rope as he took off
his pants. “You can’t hurt me. Your
chip’s still working.” Isn’t it? “I’ve not hurt you one bit,
love. You’ve only hurt yourself. Besides,” Spike put a knee up on the bed.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Again Spike begin he slow tease of mouth and
hands. At Xander’s neck, he nipped at a neck stretched taunt. He took flesh in
his teeth and growled deep in his chest. Xander finally let lose a moan and
rocked his hips upwards, his hard cock wanting attention. Spike licked his way up an arm
to Xander’s hand, licking the sweat from the center of his palm before taking
the index finger in his mouth. His flashing blue eyes watched as Xander gasped
up at him, watching as his cheeks hollowed. Spike smiled around his prize and
ran his tongue along it. “Spike, please,” Xander
gasped. Spike sucked on the finger as he
drew it out of his mouth. “Please, what, Pet?” “I need… more. I’m dying
here.” “Oh, you’re not dying. I
could keep this up for days before you started to die from it.” Spike resumed
his slow touches across Xander’s chest, being very aware of the hard cock
thrusting into nothing. Each nipple received lavish attention; pinches and
flicks of the tongue. “Oh, Spike. Fuck. Touch me,
please.” “But I am touching you, have
you not been paying attention?” “My cock, damn it!” “I don’t want your cock
damned, Pet. I rather like it. Now, my cock is already damned, being attached to
me and having been up to all kinds of no good in it’s existence. Perhaps one
day you’d like to learn some of the tricks it knows?” Xander moaned. “Touch my cock,
Spike, please!” “Oh, you beg so pretty. I’m
getting there. You see, I still have all this skin from here,” he traced a
line across Xander’s chest under his nipples, “to here to explore.” He
drew a second line across the tops of Xander’s legs, carefully not touching
the cock that jumped in anticipation. “Now, if you let me get back to it…”
Spike resumed his torture. After thoroughly paying attention to the designated
region, working his way around the hard cock where it leaked strings of pre-come
onto Xander’s belly, Spike wickedly stood up and moved to the end of the bed. “Spike…” Xander moaned. “What, Pet? Did I miss a spot?
Oh, well, I’ll just get it on my way back up.” Spike knelt at he foot of the
bed and kissed the inside of Xander’s leg. Xander moaned and Spike relented a
bit. He had been hard and ready as long as Xander, probably longer. He more
quickly worked his way up one leg, then the other, kissing the soft skin on the
insides of his thighs. Xander imagined he would loose
his mind. His cock felt harder than it ever had before. Spike’s talented hands
and mouth found areas on his body he never thought could give him pleasure. Now
he could feel Spike’s hard cock occasionally brush his legs as the vampire
teased him. Cool fluid left trails on his shin as Spike raised himself on strong
arms. “Spike!” Xander gasped. “Hummm?” Spike inquired,
scared eyebrow raised. Xander looked down at Spike as
he slinked… slanked… slunk… moved like oiled sex up Xander’s body. All
Xander could see was the need in Spike’s eyes as he planted one knee beside
Xander’s hip, suspending himself above his captive with this corded arms. Xander could
feel his whole body quivering in need. “Spike,” he choked, “Please. I
can’t take any more.” “So… the whole thing about
no groiny contact?” “Please.” Spike leaned down, head tilted
to the side, not quite kissing Xander. A string of cool fluid landed on
Xander’s cock and he nearly came from that alone. “Say it, Pet. I don’t
want you claiming I broke the rules.” “Now. Spike. All of you on…
on all of me... please. I need…” Spike thrust with his hips,
making cock slide against cock. “Mmmmm. Yes,” Spike hissed, and lowered
himself on Xander. He watched Xander’s face as he thrust, rubbing their
neglected members together, pre-come and sweat making their passage slippery. Xander had to close his eyes and
focus on these new feeling. Spike’s body was cool against his, his leanly
muscled body moving over him. Spike’s cock slid against his, both trapped
between their bellies. “Xander,” Spike whispered. Xander opened his eyes and
got lost the pools of blue desire focused on him. “So fucking good, Spike,” he
managed to say, and watched the blue eclipsed by gold. Frantically, Xander
thrust his hips to counter Spike’s and soon tumbled over the edge, crying out,
thrusting as hard as he could, and pulling at the ropes. +++ Spike reached up one handed and
released the ropes holding Xander’s arms. Xander let them flop, flexing his
hands to return feeling before drawing them up and wrapping them around Spike.
The vampire’s breathing leveled off before Xander’s, and he moved to get off
the boy. Xander tightened his arms and murmured, “stay,” into
Spike’s hair. “I’m crushing you.” “No. It’s nice. Just a
minute.” “Okay. But only because I
don’t trust my legs yet.”
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