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Spike/Xander
Rated X
Warnings/Squicks: Graphic! Slash, fisting!
Summary: Xander has been paying attention to what Spike says…

Framed

“Hey, Spike!” Xander affectionately greeted his lover as he came home from work. In an instant, Spike was on his feet and wrapping his arms around Xander.

“Hey, yourself. I’ve been missing you today.” He gave Xander a firm kiss and gazed into his eyes.

With a smile, Xander kissed Spike’s nose because he knew it annoyed him. “Why more today than normal?”

“Donno. Maybe it’s the rain. That and you’ve been spending too much overtime at work.”

“Have not. Well, not that much more than normal. But that project is complete.” He gave Spike a real kiss. “What do you have planned this weekend? Anyone coming over to the apartment?” Xander had rented this particular house because of a semi-detached apartment where Spike could have his own space.

“Nope,” Spike said, as he pressed his groin closer to his lover. “Just us. No card games.”

“Good. Can you get lost for about two hours?”

Spike blinked and pulled back. This was the last thing he’d expected Xander to say. “Huh?”

Xander pulled him back. “Oh, don’t panic Big Insecure One.” Xander bit his lip. “I’ve got a surprise and I have to get it ready.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. Come have dinner with me and then you can… oh… I donno, do the shopping so we don’t have to leave the house all weekend.”

Spike’s eyes narrowed. “Me? Do the shopping? What is this surprise, Pet?”

“You’re going to love it! Trust me.”

Spike sighed. “Very well.”

Spike did his best to play twenty questions with Xander as his mate ate dinner, but all he pried out was that is had something to do with sex, and Spike should come back through the house garage and not the apartment.

Finally, the sun was down and Xander sent Spike off with a list, some money, and a grope.

Two hours later Spike came bustling in through the front door, his arms loaded with so many bags and packages only a vampire’s strength could support it all. Xander laughed at him from the couch. “Stop your laughing and help me, Whelp. The sooner we put this away, the sooner I find out what you’ve been up to!”

As it was, the vampire’s patience only held out long enough to get cold and frozen things stored away before he was attempting to drag Xander toward the apartment.  The boy stopped him, and pressed Spike, who was positively vibrating with excitement, against the door.

“This is … um.. about something we’ve talked about before.”

Spike was surprised his boy could still blush after being with him for so long. “Antonio Banderas? You’ve kidnapped Antonio Banderas for me?” Spike pretended to strain to open the door.

Xander laughed. “No. Not that. Although…” Xander sobered. “You’d once mentioned something… extreme that I shied away from.”

Spike knew they had talked about the whole gauntlet of his experiences from the romantic to the perverse. He had no idea which one Xander’s brain had picked out. ”Antonio Banderas is extreme, Pet. You can tell by the way he moves.”

Xander smiled at his partner who refused to let him be embarrassed. “Come on. Because if you say his name like that again, I’ll get jealous.”

“I’d share!” Spike said, his grin fading to a look of wonder as he stepped through the door and saw what was there.

The couch and chair had been pushed to the wall. In the center of the floor stood a shiny metal, cube frame, some eight feet on a side. A system of leather slings hung from it.

“Xander!” Spike gasped. “It’s beautiful.” Spike went to the structure and began running his hands over the smooth welds and admiring the system of pens and holes which apparently made it adjustable.

“I made it myself. A piece at a time, here and there at work. From scraps. I told people I was making a chinning bar for the home gym. Which, honestly, it can be used for that. It’s galvanized steel pipes. I had to be careful as I welded and cut, cause I’d get excited anticipating seeing you in the slings. I don’t think it’s completely vamp strength proof…” Xander was interrupted by a mouth full of Spike tongue.

“I know someone who can enchant it, Pet. It’s wonderful. Where did you get the slings?”

“That store… Fancy Beasts. They ordered them in for me.”

Spike held Xander close. “How long have you been working on this, Pet? And managing to keep it a secret, I might add.”

“Four months. You mentioned what you wanted to try in passing, and I… I started thinking about it.”

“Xander?” Spike said softly, drawing his lover’s attention to look him in the eye. “I want to hear you say it. I have lots of desires, many of them just whims, you know that. What do I want to try?”

Xander swallowed. “Fisting,” he ventured. When a smile spread over Spike’s face, he relaxed. “You never dwelled on it, or pushed, but once in a while you mention it.” Spike drew a breath to say something, but Xander pressed his lips with a finger to still them. “At first, I was, I admit, repulsed by the idea. And… threatened that once you… went that far, you’d not be happy with just me any more.”

“Oh, love. Nothing can ever replace the feeling of your hard cock in my ass and your throat under my lips.” Spike nibbled Xander’s neck and pressed his erection against Xander’s to prove his point.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know that now. I did some research n the internet. There’s sites that spell it all out. What to do and not to do. How it feels… I want to do this for you, Spike.” He pulled Spike away from his neck to look him in the eye again. “I want to watch my hand sink into your body.”

“Oh, God!” Spike groaned. “Yes! Yes! I love you, Xander.” He kissed his smiling lover. “I’d wondered why you’ve been holding out the last couple of nights. Can we start now?” Spike asked, pressing close to Xander and looking over at the frame.

Xander smiled. “Can you think of anything I’ve forgotten?”

Spike took an inventory of the items on the card table near the frame. Lube, several of their favorite toys, Crisco, bottled water, towels, a thermos Spike assumed contained blood, and a bottle of Spike’s favorite whiskey were set out. “No, Pet. It looks like you’ve done your research.”

“I even got a manicure at lunch,” Xander said, holding up his normally work-rough hands. “I was afraid you’d notice.”

“I was too busy looking at your face, my sweet,” Spike took his hand and drew a smoothed finger deep in his mouth, then two.

“Then keep your pants on for another ten minutes, my love.” Xander kissed him and Spike whimpered. “Really, one would have thought you’d learn patience after all those years,” Xander laughed.

“Not when it’s something I want his bad,” pouted Spike.

“I’ll hurry,” Xander said and left the room.

True to his word, after seven minutes, Spike heard music start up and Xander stepped back in the room in the burgundy silk pajamas Spike loved to see him wear so much. “Let’s get you slung up, Lover.”

It took a few minutes to adjust the slings, but soon Spike lay back, supported at every point and ready to be spread wide. Xander had attached a mirror with clamps to the frame so Spike could see him. Xander suppressed a pang of regret that he could not see his lover in turn.

Xander ran his hands over the thighs spread before him. Spike’s flexing hole, balls, and already hard cock were on display like Xander had never seen before. “God, Spike, you’re so beautiful like this.”

“I’m always beautiful, Pet,” Spike said, shivering at Xander’s light touches. “But if you don’t put something in me soon, I’m going to show you how ugly I can be.”

Xander chuckled and leaned in to run his tongue along the inside of Spike’s thigh. Spike whimpered. Xander licked and touched until he was near Spike’s cock. “Hum. Here’s another pretty bit.” Xander licked Spike’s cock.

“Damn!” Spike swore and tried to push himself up into Xander’s mouth, but Xander had moved on. In turn, he took each of Spike’s balls in his mouth, lovingly licking each one. “If you keep that up, love, I’m going to come soon.”

Xander stood up and looked down at Spike. “Do you want a cock ring? I know your vamp constitution. I can just let you come and come and come…”

Spike met Xander’s wicked grin with one of his own. “Yeah. Yeah. Let’s see who looses count first.”

Xander sat down in the chair and leaned in. He turned his head sideways and licked Spike’s sac again before slowly licking circles downwards. Spike enjoyed Xander's soft hair touching him as much as his tongue. He paused to watch Spike’s hole flex and try to open for him. The vampire was panting above him. Just as Spike started to whine, Xander dove in and licked the whole area with a flattened tongue. His lover cried out and bucked. Xander knew Spike had come.

“That’s one,” he said smugly, then focused his attention on the pink hole. He ran his hands over Spike’s thighs and ass as he grew more and more focused. Soon, he was working his tongue in and out.

“Oh, god, Xan… more, please.”

Xander stood and leaned over his lover’s hanging body to press a kiss to gasping lips. “We’ve got hours, Spike. I’m in no hurry.”

“I’ve taught you too well, Pet.”

Xander took some pity and skipped the smaller toys. He chose the toy which was one size below his own cock. He knew Spike’s body was practically back to it’s virginal state after several days without, but he well knew how to read Spike and knew he wanted some force and stretch, so he quickly slicked the toy. He leaned down and licked the clean hole one more time before standing up and meeting Spike’s eyes. He reached up with one big hand and cupped Spike’s face. “This is going to be inside you soon, my love. Stretching you, filling you like never before.” Spike pressed into Xander’s palm, feeling the hand easily covering half his face and moaned. As he did this, Xander pressed the dildo into Spike.

His eyes were black with desire as he took Xander’s hand and drew three of his fingers into his mouth, sucking hard on them in time to Xander working the toy in and out. “Want you, Spike,” Xander breathed. One handed, he let the toy drop and lined his dripping cock up. Spike’s eyes rolled up and closed as Xander pushed past any resistance and stilled inside his lover. Spike savored the burn and the pull of it, knowing more was coming that evening. When he opened his eyes, Xander began to thrust inside him.

As much as he wanted to go slow, to enjoy his lover clamped around him for the first time in days, he wanted more to play. He liked how Spike was held suspended and open to him, leaving his hands free to roam the smooth, cool skin.

“I want to ride you in the sling, too, Pet,” Spike sighed. That was all it took to send Xander over the edge. He grasped Spike’s legs, drawing him close. When he was spent, his legs gave out and he reluctantly pulled out and sat heavily. Spike was laughing.

“What?” Xander asked, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it.

“That’s two. You need to add one of those bead thingies they have over a pool table to help us keep track.”

Xander glared up at the empty mirror where he knew Spike was looking at him. “And perhaps a cup holder?”

“Yeah, pet. That’d be good.”

Xander stood and cleaned himself and Spike off. He looked up from his task to find Spike with a huge grin.

“What now? Want a TV on the ceiling so you can watch ‘Once Upon a Time in Mexico’ as I fuck you?”

“Hummm. Could be fun.” Spike’s grin softened. “It just sunk in how much work you’ve gone to, for me.”

Xander snorted to hide how pleased it made him. “Like moving to this house and tinting all the windows wasn’t…”

Spike grabbed his arm and pulled himself up to kiss Xander. “I know, Pet. But this… thank you.”

“Like you said, I want my turn, too.”

“Anything in the world for you, my love.”

Xander snuck a hand down and wiggled two fingers in, making Spike gasp. “Then lay back and take it, Bleachie.” Spike sank back into to the support of the slings and grasped the chains supporting him.

“Yes, master Xander.” They didn’t play dom and sub often, but each knew when to push the other’s buttons.

Xander growled and dipped three fingers into the open can of Crisco. He held them up and showed Spike. “Are you ready for this? Can you take it all like a man?”

“Yes, please. I want to try.”

Xander’s greasy fingers easily slid in. As he’d read, he kept returning to the can and packed more Crisco into his lover. After the third pass, he slipped in his fourth finger. He heard Spike gasp and felt him opening up. Xander smiled up at Spike who’d raised his head to see. “You like that?” Spike could only nod. Xander pulled his hand out and plunged it into the can of cool white grease. He held up his hands where Spike could easily see and spread it all over his hand. “See that? Can you take my big hand, Sweetheart?”

“Please,” Spike gasped.

Xander planted a firm, loving kiss on the inside of Spike’s quivering thigh and returned the four fingers to his ass. Patiently, he worked them in and out, soon slipping them in until the webbing of his thumb was pressed against the opening. “I’m adding my thumb, love. You’re doing so well.” Spike moaned. Xander folded his thumb over his palm and pressed with fingers outstretched. It felt weird to him, yielding, yet confining. He paid attention to his lover’s responses and paused he felt resistance. He worked his hand in and out a couple of times before pausing. “You know the magic word, Spike,” Xander said, referring to their safe word of “mongoose.”

“That nasty rodent will not be making an appearance tonight, Love. Please. It’s perfect.”

“Push out and let me in, Spike.” Xander pressed firmly, feeling his lover open up, and gasped with amazement as the ring of muscle suddenly let go and the thick part of his hand was practically pulled inside. He heard the crackle as Spike morphed into the demon and felt Spike clench around him. “God, Spike.”

“Three,” Spike gasped. “Tell me. Tell me how it looks, what it feels like to you. And move. Move damn it.”

Carefully, Xander pressed in just a little, and pulled back just as slightly, rocking his hand in the confines. “My whole hand is inside you, Spike. To the wrist. Your hole is tight around me. It’s cool,  but not cold. It’s amazing.” He looked up to his lover’s golden eyes. “More? Tell me what to do.”

“Take it out, let me see your hand, see how big it is, then put it back,” Spike panted. Carefully, Xander pulled out. There was a clear ring around his wrist to show how far in he’d gone. “Love you Xander. More. Put it back.”

Xander smiled and flexed his hand before folding his fingers back up. He kissed Spike’s thigh as he slid back in. This time when he met resistance, he pressed on past it until he was back to the same point.

“Make a fist, Xander,” Spike breathed.  Xander carefully folded his fingers in, more glad than ever he’d had the manicure. It was something of a surprise when there turned out to be plenty of room. Spike moaned and pushed back. Xander started gently rocking his hand, pressing in slightly each time. Spike was constantly moaning and whimpering in turns. He muttered pleas as much as cursing. Xander replied with love and praise in equal measures. He met with more resistance, but because of his research, he knew to expect it. It was the turn in the channel.

“Spike,” he said clearly, breaking into Spike’s zone. “Do you want more? It may hurt.”

“Please, Xander,” Spike begged. “Want you in me. The heat of you. Your strength. So solid.”

“Okay, Lover. I’ll be right back.” With a long, steady movement, he unfolded his hand and pulled it out.

“Show me,” Spike panted. Xander held up his hand to show the ring had advanced to some four inches past his wrist. Just where his arm seriously started to widen. “Hell, Love. That’s… Do more?”

Xander laughed. “As much as you can take and I can give, Spike. If your body lets me I’ll hold your heart in my hand.”

Spike gasped and nodded.  Xander shook out his hand, flexing it, then added another thick coat of Crisco to his hand, optimistically continuing to his elbow. “I’m coming back in. God! That’s awesome.” He watched his hand easily sink in to his lover’s receptive body. Soon he was against the resistance once more. “Push out, Sweetheart,” he said to the writhing vampire. Spike pushed down and Xander felt his hand slip some two more inches in.

“Christ! Four!” shouted Spike, coming yet again.. He loved the weight and solid mass that was his lover moving inside him.

“Umm,” Xander observed. “You are so going to owe me.”

“Like... like you’re not enjoying this.”

“Oh, I am.” Xander rocked and pressed, feeling the tight ring half way up his forearm, almost the thickest point. “I wish you could see this, love.”

Spike let go of the chain he’d been clinching and reached down. He ran his hand over where Xander entered him, then felt the thick, hairy arm vanishing into him. “Maybe we can set up the TV with a camera so I can watch next time. Yeah?”

“God, Spike. I love how kinky you are. More?”

“Xander, more, Xander always!”

For the next half hour Xander worked into Spike’s body, pressing and rocking. “Spike,” he said in wonder. “Feel now.”

Again Spike reached down. “Xan.. is that your elbow?”

“Yeah, Spike. I think… Want me to go farther?”

“Yeah, Xan. Now. Let me feel.”

“I’m so hard, Spike.”

“I love your cock, Xander. Love you. Push.” Xander kissed Spike’s thigh and pressed into the cool resistance. “Keep going,” Spike urged as his fingers monitored Xander’s advancement.

“Spike,” Xander gasped as his straightened arm sunk in, as he watched his elbow vanish into Spike’s body.

“Xan…” Spike said, quivering on the edge… “As I start to come… Pull it out, all at once.”

“Yes, Love.”

“First push. One. Last. Shove.”  He could feel Xander’s pulse deep in his body and his human heat radiating throughout him.

Xander bit his lip and shoved. His well-slicked arm slid in another four inches. He felt Spike’s body try to force him out as he started to come and Xander drew his arm out in one quick smooth draw. He stumbled backwards on legs numb from sitting and stood gasping as Spike bucked and shook in the slings, making the heavy frame creak as he came. Pint after pint of come spurted from the vampire’s cock without him touching it. The demon howled and clutched the chains so hard they warped.

Xander stumbled back a step, his legs hit the arm chair and he collapsed into it, frantically pushing down his silk pajamas to grab his own cock. While it came nowhere near the violence of his partner’s orgasm, Xander was left drained and unable to move for some time. 

Finally a faint voice came from the slings. “Xander? Are you there, Pet?”

“Barely,” Xander answered and dragged  himself to his feet. He grabbed a towel from the table as he passed.

“Wait. Let me see, Pet. How much…” Xander held up his strong arm to show a clear ring around the thickest part of his arm above his elbow. Spike sighed and Xander leaned over his love.

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