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Coercion 2

Human Touch

Over the next couple of weeks, Spike bided his time. They would talk about the stories and use of language. Xander picked up a few more books at Spike’s guidance, sticking with short stories. Xander grew relaxed around Spike and would allow him to sit on the couch with him as they watched television instead of constantly banishing him to the chair. Spike saw this as progress.

One day Xander came home early from his job loading trucks at the dock, holding his back and walking sideways. Spike raised an eyebrow as the boy levered himself down on the couch with a wince and a moan. “What have you broken this time? A big nasty toss you?”

“The big nasty was a crate that slipped and I wrenched my back to keep it from falling on George.”

“George, huh? Someone you fancy?”

Xander shot him a glare which turned into a grimace as he moved his back. “No.” He said through gritted teeth. “George is a guy I work with. It’s just my nice guy attitude to not want to see hundred pound crates fall on people. I’m going to take a hot shower and try to loosen this up.” He got to his feet with much more face making and moaning.

“I can help you with that.”

“I can take my own shower, Spike.”

Spike sighed dramatically, inwardly wanting to shower with Xander. “I meant with your back muscles. I do know something about anatomy.”

“Being skilled at gouging holes in people with railroad spikes does not equal a doctorate, Spike.” Xander winced and begin to climb the stairs one painful step at a time. Three steps up, he stopped, leaning on the railing, and almost panting in pain.

Spike got up and went over to the boy. “Come on. Let me fix that so I don’t have to hear you moan in pain all night.”

Xander looked down at him from under his mop of dark hair. “Thought that would be like old times for you.”

“Yeah, but it’s not as fun when you’re not causing it. Come on.” Spike helped Xander down the stairs and left him to lean on the chair as he pulled out the sofa bed. “Lay down.”

“Spike! You’re so forward. You haven’t even bought me flowers!” Xander quipped, but hobbled to the bed.

“If that’s what it takes, I’ll see to it. Can you get your shirt off?” Xander tried to raise his arm but clutched it back to his side, eyes pressed shut in pain. “I can just push it up.” Spike soon maneuvered the boy so he was laying face down, bare back exposed. He took a second to drink in the sight before climbing on the bed and straddling Xander’s legs.

“Hey!” Xander protested and started to struggle, only to fall back, almost crying in pain.

“Be still. I thought you trusted me.” Spike bit his lip, willing away the erection that was growing as the boy moved under his thighs.

“I don’t.”

“You don’t tie me up at night.”

“You’re in a better mood when you get your walkies.”

“Right. You laid down just now.”

“I was tired.”

“Well, how the bloody hell did you think I was going to fix your back?”

Xander lay still a minute before speaking into the pillow. “I’m sorry. Please. It hurts so bad.”

Spike rubbed his hands together to warm them before laying them on Xander’s shoulders, reaching under his shirt. “That’s not what hurts,” Xander muttered.

“I know, but if you don’t relax, I can’t fix your back. Chill, Harris.” Spike’s long fingers skillfully worked Xander’s shoulders and down his spine. When he found knots, he would kneed them until they faded. His chip occasionally sent warning tingles of electricity as he worked the knots loose. Finally, the boy was limp and occasionally making a pleased sigh or “yes, right there,” comment.

Spike scooted backwards, his crotch over Xander’s knees when he finally came to the offending area. He ran his hand lightly over it, and could feel the heat radiating off the boy’s back. He really had wrenched it good. “You’re doing great, pet. Stay limp, I’m almost done.” Bracing himself to withstand the shock he knew the chip would give him, he pressed the heel of his hand just so into the small of Xander’s back. Twin moans of pain came from both vampire and man as Spike worked the muscle. After five minutes, Spike slid off Xander’s legs and lay beside him on the bed, panting.

After five more minutes, Xander called to his roomie, his head still turned away. “Spike? What’s with all the hard breathing on your part? Did you… enjoy that?”

Spike barked out a laugh. “No, you silly sod. The chip was crackling away as I worked that muscle. Put your heating pad on it and be careful for a day or so. You should feel much better.”

Carefully, Xander lifted and turned his head to look wonderingly over at the vampire. Spike put up with his chip firing to help him. “It does feel better. Thanks.” They both lay still for some time. “Um, Spike?” Spike turned his head to look at Xander. “Why the hell are you still in my bed?”

“It’s comfy, innit?” Spike curled his tongue up to touch his upper lip and sprang out of bed. “I’ll get right on those flowers. Do you like roses or are you more of a daisies kind of guy?”

“Oh, har har. Right now, I’m a sleep kind of guy…”

Spike watched the boy nap, wishing it was dark so he could go off and have a good, unquiet wank. With a sigh, he got out the heating pad and laid it on the boy’s back.

An hour later, Xander woke up and rolled over. The pulling of the cord awoke him. “Mmmph?”

“Yeah. I put the heating pad on you. You’re welcome.” Spike said, his nose in a book once again.

Remembering his injury, Xander carefully pulled the warm pad from under him and gently sat up. After a couple of experimental twists, Xander lit up with a huge smile. “Hey! You fixed me!”

“I told you I could,” Spike feigned disinterest.

“Thanks. How do you now how to do that?”

Spike put a marker in his book and put it aside. “Did you ever stop to think that the flip side to knowing how to cause great pain is knowing how to create great pleasure?”

“Nope. I never thought about that.”

“I have had decades to learn how to touch people.” Spike let his voice drop to a purr. “To learn how to please, touch, tease, and wring out orgasm after orgasm.”

Xander swallowed, and Spike could read the unwanted interest on the boy. “So why tell me this? Why would I be interested?”

Spike smiled. “I didn’t say you would be. I just thought I’d point it out. I can fix as well as break. I can please as well as torment.”

Xander was suddenly very uncomfortable. “That’s… that’s nice to know. I’m happy for you. I think I’ll go take that shower by myself now.”

Xander fled up the stairs. Spike wasted no time in freeing his trapped penis and having a good, sound wank. He hoped he’d not pushed too far, but a vamp can only take so much going without.

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