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Coercion 3

The Touch of the Master's Hand

Xander’s first reaction to being called to the phone at work was panic. He picked up the headset with a lump in his throat. “Hello?”

“Xander,” Spike said. “I’m restless.”

He let out a sigh of relief and waved off the secretary who was hovering for gossip. Spike never called him at work, and he was relieved it was apparently trivial. “Me, too. What… what am I  supposed to do about it?”

“Come home early?” Xander could hear the hunger in Spike’s voice and it stirred him.

“I’ll try. No promises. Do you… have any plans?”

“Want to work off some steam, Pet.” Spike growled. “Come home and play along.”

“Oh… Oh. Okay.” Xander well knew about Spike’s playing. It meant hard, fast, and animalistic. “You… Do I need to bring anything?”

“Fetch me some dinner. The good stuff. Everything goes right, I’m gonna need it.” Spike wanted some human blood, which meant he wanted it really rough.

Xander swallowed and had to shift his erection. They didn’t play like this often, and since Spike had bought the toys, they’d been all about the gentle. Sometimes they both wanted it, now they both needed it to relieve the stress the plans were causing. “I’ll do my best, Spike. I… I look forward to it.”

Spike just hung up, leaving Xander to try to pull himself together. He stood for three more minutes, chatting with the dial tone, as he got his body under control.

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Xander barely got through the door and put his packages on the table when Spike grabbed him, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him back, off balance. “Should be more careful, whelp.” Spike said, slightly lisping through his fangs. “You never know who’s behind your door.”

So that was the game this time. Spike wanted to be dominated without submitting. Xander reached in his pocket and found the inch and a half long steel cross Giles had given him years before which he always carried in with his change. He pressed the tip of it to Spike’s hand, making the skin sizzle. The vampire let go and backed off, hissing.

“It had better be just you.” Spike snarled and stepped closer. “Not learned your lesson? Fine.” Xander picked up the unloaded crossbow that somehow lay on the counter. “Strip, Vampire.”

Spike snarled and Xander aimed the weapon at his heart. “Do it, deadman, or you’ll be dust,” Xander snarled back. Spike locked amber eyes on him and efficiently undressed. Xander resisted looking down at the hard cock that bobbed below. “Get in the bedroom. Now!”

Spike took a step toward him, but backed off and circled around as Xander’s finger twitched on the trigger. Xander followed, sneaking peeks at Spike’s ass as he prowled across the room. Once in the dimly-lit bedroom, Spike turned to face him again. Xander glanced around, looking for clues to the game. The leather-strap handcuffs dangled from the bedposts and the toy box sat on a chair by the bed.

Spike snarled at him again, his long fingers hooked to claws. “Get on the bed, vamp.” Spike leapt and landed in a crouch in the center of the bed. Xander was glad he’d replaced slat boards with plywood. Shoulders hunched, Spike balanced, ready to attack. “Strap yourself in,” Xander ordered. Spike moved his right wrist to the right cuff. “Wrong one, animal.” Spike glared back at him and obediently buckled the right wrist to the left post.

As he was tucking the strap in, Xander landed on top of him, grabbing his left arm and forcing it to the other cuff. Spike fought and tried to throw off Xander’s weight as he buckled down his wrist. Now Spike was balled up on his knees under Xander, both arms stretched out and held to the strong wooden posts, head almost against the dark wood of the headboard. Xander couldn’t resist thrusting against Spike’s back. The knobs of his spine dug in against his hard cock. Spike snarled and bucked.

“Not enough to teach you?” Xander pulled the little cross from his back pocket. He held it up, allowing Spike to see it from the corner of his eye. A low growl came from Spike’s chest. Xander pressed the tip of the cross briefly into Spike’s arm, making a tiny, square burn. “I have a bigger cross, if this doesn’t do it for you.” Spike snarled again and Xander pressed more of it against him, leaving a long red welt. Spike dropped his head.

Xander petted him. “That’s a good beast. Now stay still, or I’ll get the bigger one.”

Spike felt the burn in his shoulders where his arms were stretched. His cock was trapped under him, and so hard. Xander almost scared him, he played this role so well. He could hear the human rummaging about in the closet. He wondered what was in store for him.  Spike raised his head and tried to look over his shoulder. There was a flash of silver, and Spike roared as the little cross landed on his back. 

“Did I say you could move, beast?” Spike jerked his shoulders and the burning object left a trail down his back as it slid off. Immediately, Xander fished it from the covers. “That’s a warning. Next time, I’ll tape it to you, understand?” Spike nodded and ducked his head again. “Good beast.” Xander trailed a hand along beside the burn trail and down Spike’s buttocks. He couldn’t help but hopefully raise his ass as Xander’s hot fingers trailed away. This went unpunished.

More noise, then the human was back. He felt the bed dip as Xander climbed up behind him. He felt Xander’s hands on him. One hand ran over his buttocks, the other ran down his leg. Suddenly, Xander grabbed his hip, tipping him sideways and the freed leg was roughly grabbed and stretched out. Before Spike could kick, a leather cuff was buckled around his ankle. He was now pulled in three directions, his left leg still folded uncomfortably under him.

“You look pretty like that, beast.” Xander peeled off his clothes as he walked around the bed, admiring the long lines of Spike’s body. He stopped where he could see Spike’s hard cock, the heel of his narrow foot pressed into his balls. “That’s very pretty. You’re a good vamp, aren’t you?” Spike didn’t move.

Xander slapped his ass, hard. Spike jumped and growled. “You’re not allowed to ignore me, Pet.” Xander spat. Spike nodded into the mattress.  Xander repaid his obedience with a caress. He couldn’t help but run his hands over the arch of back and ass, following the cleanly muscled thigh to where cock rested on foot. Spike moaned and shifted. Xander smacked him again.

“I guess I have to finish what I started.” Xander snatched up the cylindrical bolster pillow he’d dug out of the closet. He thrust it under Spike’s raised hip, quickly went around the other side of the bed, shifted Spike’s weight off his foot, and pulled Spike’s free leg straight. He grabbed the tassel on the end of the pillow and yanked on it, centering it under Spike’s hips and presenting his ass very nicely. Feeling himself free, Spike did his best to kick. Xander stood back as the vampire thrashed and did his best to cause any damage at all. Face-down there wasn’t much he could do and he soon subsided.

Xander stood silently long enough for Spike to try to see what he was doing again.

Something landed with a thwack across his buttocks, leaving a welt of pain. Spike hadn’t been expecting that. “It out of your system yet?” Xander asked. Spike replied by snarling and pulling at his bonds until the hard wood creaked.

Xander smacked his ass three times rapidly with the broad belt he’d bought and hidden for this purpose until Spike subsided. “Good, beast. You’re learning. Raise that ass.” Spike found purchase with his free leg and raised up as best he could. He was rewarded by Xander reaching under him, gathering his cock and balls, and pulling them back so they were presented by the pillow under his hips.

“Now I have to tell you, I’ve rarely seen a more beautiful sight.” Spike’s long body was pulled tight. The bones in his shoulders were sharp, like wings. The lines of his ribs curved down, his chest heaving with emotion. The lean muscles of his ass created hollows on either side. His long arms and legs were tensed and every flawless muscle presented like an example of perfect anatomy. Even distorted with the demon and pressed to the bed, his profile still took Xander’s breath. One gold eye watched him wearily, wondering what this human would do to him next.

Xander had saved the sweetest for last. He walked to the end of the bed and drew in a sharp breath at the image presented to him. Between the long legs, Spike’s heavy cock was pressed against the pillow, weeping on its rough blue fabric. His darkly haired balls lay against it, and Xander wanted to do nothing more than lick them. But the toy box was out. He knew what his lover wanted.

“I wasn’t expecting to have fun when I came home. But this is much better than sticking my nose in a book. Don’t you agree, beast?” Spike snarled and pulled again. Xander snatched up the belt and placed three more deliberate hits across the raised ass, making sure one time the tip flicked his balls.  “You agree?” Xander asked again.

The panting vampire nodded. “Good. I don’t know how you got my silly roommate to invite you in. I hope you didn’t kill him.” Spike shook his head. “I'm glad, he can be a silly mongoose, but I rather like him,” Xander said, more to remind himself  that Spike knew the code word than anything. 

Spike felt his body tighten. His lover always made sure the word Spike had never needed was available. He moaned in anticipation of what he hoped was next.

“So your voice isn’t gone?” Spike hesitated, earning him a smack.

“No. I can speak.”

“Good. Then you can beg me for more.”

Xander picked up the plastic box they kept their toys in. It was lighter than normal. He opened it to find only the tube of lube and two of the seven toys inside: the fourth and the sixth. Xander knew what Spike liked. It had taken some convincing, but Spike had proved to him how he liked it rough sometimes. Clearly, this was one of them.

“Yeah, the only reason I’d beg for more would be because you couldn’t possibly give me what I need, human.” Spike spat.

Xander touched the little cross to Spike’s ass, surprising him. “Shut up unless you’ve got something nice to say.” Xander tapped Spike’s hole with the tip of the dildo. “This cross is tiny. I could easily… loose it.” Spike shuddered, though he knew Xander would never do such a thing. “Good, I got your attention. The rules are this, monster. Unless you are praising my physical prowess, you can only say ‘more.’ Got it?” Spike nodded. “Oh! Smart as well as pretty.”

Xander brought  the box to the foot of the bed. Quickly, he coated both toys with lube and wiped his hands on the tea towel thoughtfully provided. He knelt down and just looked at the scene before him. They’d watched a porn some months back with a man in this position and Xander had been waiting to do this to Spike. He’d bought the pillow and the belt in anticipation. He put a hand on each of Spike’s ankles, and slid his hands up. He loved the strength of those legs, the sculpted details. When he reached his goal, he gave in to his whim and licked the balls there. Spike sucked in a breath and pushed back. “More,” he breathed.

Xander chuckled, letting his warm breath puff over Spike’s hole. “That didn’t take long,” he murmured and leaned in to lick some more. He snuck his tongue down and tasted the acidic pre-come pooling at the tip. Spike groaned in a way Xander recognized as wanting more of everything. He flicked his tongue over the tight skin of Spike’s cock before moving over to his thigh. Xander closed his eyes, and realized how scrubbed clean Spike was. Apart from the faint, sharp scent of his fluids, he couldn’t even smell the musk that  was uniquely Spike. The only other scent was the cucumber melon body wash that Spike preferred for some reason. Xander grinned. Time to surprise his vamp. He licked and kissed his way upwards.

Spike couldn’t believe how tight Xander had him wound. How perfectly he was doing what his lover needed. And now Spike couldn’t believe it. Xander’s tongue flickered ever closer to Spike’s hole. Before, Xander had always shied away. The vampire had no idea why Xander had chosen to follow through this night, but oh! It felt wonderful. He pushed back as much as he could as Xander flicked at his hole with his tongue.

Soon, Spike was moaning and panting. His one free leg kicked at the smooth sheets, trying to push his ass closer. “You want more, beastie?” Xander asked.

“More! Moremoremoremore!” Spike whimpered.

Xander went back to this teasing as his hands were busy. He located the blue toy by touch, brought it up and replaced his tongue with the tip of it.

“More?”

“Oh God, Xander! More! Fill me! Please!” He pressed back, opening himself.

With a firm push, Xander shoved the medium-sized toy into Spike without pause as Spike liked. Spike cried out and bucked against the pillow as he came.

Xander drank in the beauty of his lover’s back as he pulled against he bonds, his hips working furiously, his head thrashing. When Spike finally stilled, Xander strolled up to the head of the bed. One gold eye cracked open wearily. “Did I say you could come?”

Spike couldn’t believe the monster he’d created. “No… no.”

“Then we start over.” Xander pulled out the blue plug and wiped Spike off.

Again he whipped Spike, then kissed him. Then he licked him again, tasting his lover’s come on the once more hard cock. “More?”

“Please, more, please.” Xander licked his way up, ignoring the lingering slightly metallic taste of the lube. He flickered and licked as Spike’s hole puckered, seeking to be filled.

“More?”

“Xander, Love, please.” Xander found the clear dildo and watched as it sunk in. He pushed it tight against his lover and then held it still as Spike came again, bucking his hips and working against the silicon as much as his tiny range of movement could. When Spike stilled, he yanked out the toy and dropped it in the box. He went up to the head of the bed.

Spike could smell Xander’s arousal and wondered how his boy had kept from doing anything about it for so long. He looked up at Xander, moaned at what he saw, and wished he could see more. Xander’s long hair was plastered to his head with sweat. His eyes had darkened from milk chocolate to semi-sweet. His mouth was open and he stood panting. His broad chest was covered with a sheen of sweat. “So, Monster,” he gasped. “Can you take more? Cause I’m not even bored yet.”

“I’m a vampire. I’m better then you, human. I can take more.”

“Fine,” Xander nodded, and vanished from Spike’s sight. Again came the belt. This time, Xander ran his hands over Spike’s smooth skin between blows. This further blew Spike’s mind. The mixture of sharp and tender was almost more than he could bear.

Xander marveled at how the redness of his first set of blows had already vanished. How long had they been playing? He struck with the belt, then ran his hands over the marble of Spike’s skin, winning him a moan of pleasure. Something new, then. He hit two more times, stroking Spike’s shivering skin in between. He dropped the belt and undid Spike’s bound ankle. He watched Spike squirm and twist his hips, waiting for him. He realized that Spike was speaking softly, almost chanting. “MoremoremoreXander. MoremoremoreXander,” with every breath.

He made himself lay down, and lick again. “More?” he asked, his voice husky, even as he moved up. Spike chanted louder. Xander flicked at his hole but could wait no more. He raised to his knees, pulling Spike up. “More?’ He asked again, squeezing lube into Spike, because if he just touched himself he’d come.

“Xander! Please! All! Give me all, I beg you!”

Xander dragged Spike up by the hips, his fingers biting in against sharp bone, and plunged into Spike, sinking deep and pausing only the barest of seconds before pulling out and pounding in. Dimly, he was aware of a wash of cool fluid along his thigh as his thrusts grew more erratic. He cried out every bit as savagely as Spike could, pounding and pounding, his balls pumping pent-up stores dry before finally collapsing on top of Spike.

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Xander didn’t know how long he’d laid there. With still-weak fingers he flipped the quick release on the cuffs and slid off Spike. Slowly, the vampire turned his head, looking at Xander with lidded blue eyes, and gathered his long-spread limbs. “Hey, Spike. How are you?” he asked, not thinking clearly.

Spike moved like a coiled spring, pushing Xander onto his back and swinging a leg over him, pinning him, game face back.  “You let me go, you stupid human.”

Xander’s eyes widened and he was suddenly awake. Could Spike want more? After all that?

“Now I have to clean this mess up and heat dinner.” He dropped the demon, kissed Xander firmly, hopped up off the bed, and threw a blanket over his lover. “You want Chinese or Pizza?”

Xander could only laugh.

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