A Strange Request
Xander sat on his couch and stared at the blank TV. He didn´t know what had happened, but Anya had broken up with him. He didn´t know why and she wouldn´t tell him, but she´d broken up with him. That had been two days ago. Since then he hadn´t left the basement or answered the phone, even though Buffy and Willow had left several worried messages.
Xander looked up when he heard a knock on the door and sighed, preparing to face Buffy or Willow or even Giles. He stood up and opened his basement door.
Oh not you.
"Spike," Xander sighed. Well this was just perfect. "Great. Of all people to come now, you did. Come to laugh at me?"
Xander frowned when Spike didn´t laugh or smirk or do anything he expected him to. Instead, he shook his head.
"No, I didn´t. Actually I´m sorry." He said.
Xander blinked in surprise and tried to figure out what this guy had done with Spike. "You´re sorry?"
Spike shrugged. "You loved her. I know what it´s like to lose someone you love."
Xander sighed. "Yeah, whatever. Why are you here?"
Spike walked inside without Xander´s consent and headed down the stairs. As he passed Xander caught an odd look in his eyes, a look that for some reason sent a shiver down his spine.
"I..." Spike trailed off. He sat down on the couch. "How much do you hate me?"
Xander shrugged. "Not as much as I used to."
Spike nodded. "Do you still hate me enough that if you had the chance you´d...."
He trailed off again. Xander cocked his head to one side.
"I´d what?"
Spike remained silent for a moment before standing. "It´s like this. I don´t have a Sire anymore, which means I have no one to go to. I need something, I don´t really think you´d mind giving it to me."
Oookay. This was weird. Xander hesitated for a moment before he slowly asked "What?"
Spike swallowed a little nervously. "Basically I want you to do whatever the hell you want to do to me."
Xander blinked once. Twice. A third time. Spike cocked his head as a slightly amused look flashed in his eyes.
"So you´re saying, if I want to beat the crap outa you I can?" Xander asked slowly
Spike nodded.
And this day just got weirder and weirder. "Why? I mean, are you gonna let me do it and then tell the others?"
Spike shook his head. "I don´t care about that."
Xander stood there frozen as a thousand different things he could do to Spike passed through his mind. He´d always wanted a crack at Spike but Spike was stronger than he was. And there were other things, things he would never, ever let the Scoobies know he wanted to do. When Spike had been tied to the chair he´d wanted to rip off his clothes and suck him till he screamed.
"So, what do you mean I could do?" Xander asked. The idea was scarey and appealing at the same time.
Spike shrugged. "Whatever you want. You tell me to do it, I do it. Anything."
Xander continued to stare at Spike. "Why me?"
Spike shrugged. "Slayer wouldn´t do it, she´s too good. Like hell I´d go to Giles for anything, Willow´s too soft hearted. You, though. You´d do it. And you hate me enough to do it."
"And how long does this last?"
Spike looked at the clock. It was 10:00 pm. "Till 12:00 tomorrow. Maybe longer."
Xander´s eyes widened. That was 14 or more hours for him to do whatever he wanted to Spike.
As Spike continued to stand there and watch him Xander tried to figure out what to do. If Spike told the others he could probably get away with saying Spike was lying. In fact he knew he could. There didn´t seem to be any risk...
Deciding what the hell, Xander stood for a second and tried to think of what he wanted to do first.
Abruptly he stepped forward and slammed his fist into Spike´s face as hard as he could. Spike´s head whipped to the side and a trickle of blood started to flow out of his mouth. He flicked his tongue out at it and looked back at Xander.
"Oh my god you´re really gonna let me do it," Xander breathed. Spike nodded.
Xander attacked Spike again and this time he didn´t hold back at all. He rained blow after blow on Spike. He wasn´t sure where they were landing but he didn´t care. Spike didn´t block, didn´t do anything, just let him do it. The next blow Xander landed caused Spike to fall back onto the ground. Xander stopped, panting slightly. Spike lifted himself up on his elbows and looked up at him.
"I can´t believe I´m doing this," Xander murmured out loud. Spike shrugged slightly. His nose was bleeding, and a bruise was starting to form on his cheek. Xander winced slightly. *he´s the one that´s hurt but your the one wincing*
Spike lifted himself up a bit more. "You gonna go at it some more, then?"
Xander stared at him. "Doesn´t that hurt?"
Spike shrugged. "That´s what I came here for. And not really, I´ve been hit too bloody much to notice."
"You want to be hurt?"
Spike nodded. "I´ll like anything else to, but..."
Xander shivered. Spike didn´t move. Finally Xander dropped down next to Spike.
"I´m not sure what to do with you," Xander murmured. Spike chuckled.
"Well, you´ve got a long time to figure it out."
After a little bit of thinking the anger of Anya leaving him came back. He stood up and kicked at Spike. Spike´s head turned to the side and his eyes squeezed shut. Xander heard him hiss "yes" and kicked him again. Spike cried out this time, and the sudden realization of the power Xander currently had over Spike hit him. Xander kicked him again, this time in the side. Spike´s hands clenched into the rug beneath his hands.
A part of Xander told him to stop; this was awful, this was disgusting! You aren´t like this! But the rest of him was intoxicated by the power, the sight of Spike lying submissive on the floor.
"Want more?" Xander asked before he realized what was coming out of his mouth. Spike nodded slightly and again Xander kicked him.
There was a loud tearing sound as the rug gave away under Spike´s clenching fists. He looked down at the shreds left in his hand, then back up at Xander. Xander grinned.
"Now that wasn´t very nice," Xander dropped down and picked up a shred of the rug. "I may have to punish you for that."
Spike moaned softly.
"Get up on your knees."
Spike did so.
"Take off your shirt."
Spike pulled off the black tee and tossed it aside as Xander dug for something under his bed. He watched as Xander pulled out a medium sized box and took several things from it.
Xander spent several minutes deciding which one to use first, making Spike wait. He finally decided on the whip that Anya had always wanted to use. Spike flinched slightly when Xander cracked it experimentally on the ground.
Without any warning Xander brought the whip up and then down sharply across Spike´s back. Spike let out a sharp, startled cry and arched backwards at the pain/pleasure the whip caused. Xander paused for a moment to watch as a red welt rose up on Spike´s back. Then he lifted the whip again.
It was nearly ten minutes before Xander finally stopped and tossed the whip onto the bed nearby. He looked at Spike´s back. Some of the welts were bleeding but the others were already closing.
"Didn´t know you had a wicked side," Spike said suddenly. He sounded like he´d been breathing hard. Xander wondered if it was a still a habit from when he was human.
Xander shrugged. "I didn´t either." He said. "Stand up."
Spike did.
"Strip."
Spike took off the rest of his clothing.
"Back on your knees."
Spike fell back onto his knees. He heard soft rustling as Xander removed his own clothes. He was a bit surprised. He´d expected to be beaten, he was not expecting sex. Of any kind. But he was supposed to do as told, so he stayed on his knees and waited.
Xander popped open the lube he´d taken from the box and smeared it on his hand. He dropped to his knees behind Spike and inserted a finger into his hole. Spike moaned.
Xander leaned forward slightly. "Bend down until your head is on the floor."
Spike did so. He moaned again when one finger became two. Xander thrust them in and out, stretching the tight opening. He added another finger, then another. Spike hissed at the slight pain the fourth finger caused.
Xander thrust the fingers in and out for a few minutes before pulling them out. Spike whimpered at the loss. Xander picked up the large dildo he´d placed near Spike (something else Anya had used frequently) and slid it in in place of his fingers. Spike moaned and clenched the carpet as the huge thing stretched his hole to the point of pain. There was a burn to, and Spike thrust back slightly, wanting the pain, the burn, the pleasure, all of it. He shivered slightly when he felt Xander´s hand run up his bleeding back. Slight pain and little bolts of pleasure shot through him.
Xander started to thrust the dildo in and out of him, and Spike moved his hand to his rock hard cock. Xander reached down and grabbed his hand.
"Put your hands above your head and leave them there."
Spike whimpered slightly but did so. He felt like he was going to burst if he didn´t come soon. He thrust his hips forward, trying to rub his cock on anything.
Xander pulled the dildo out and put it aside. He sat up slightly and sank inside the blond, moaning as Spike´s inner muscles clenched around him. Spike thrust back against him desperately. One of his hands moved back to his cock; he just couldn´t help himself.
Xander pulled out of him abruptly and flipped him over. "I said leave them there," Xander growled. He smiled suddenly. He went back over to his box and came back with a rope and a pair of handcuffs.
"Um, luv, I can break out of those," Spike pointed out.
Xander raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
He knelt down by Spike´s head and put the hand cuffs on. He tied the rope in the middle and tied the other end to a pipe in his wall. He made sure the rope was long enough to allow Spike to move around a bit but short enough that he couldn´t stroke himself. He stepped back.
Spike used his Vampire strength, thinking the rope and cuffs would break.
They didn´t budge.
Spike chuckled. "Enchanted."
Xander nodded. He knelt down near Spike´s head again, checking the cuffs. His hard on bobbed just above Spike´s face. Spike started panting. Xander looked down, then sat back on his heels.
"Back on your knees," Xander told him.
Spike sat back up on his knees. His hands fell behind him. Xander stood up and came around in front of Spike. Spike opened his mouth and Xander slid his cock into it and down his throat. Spike moaned as the taste of precum filled his mouth. He sucked once, hard, and it was Xander´s turn to moan.
"Oh yeah," Xander gasped. Spike did it again. He flicked his tongue along the underside and Xander moaned again, starting to thrust into Spike´s mouth. Just before he came he pulled out of Spike´s mouth and stroked himself. He threw his head back as he came, his semen spurting out onto Spike´s face. Spike´s tongue darted out to taste it and he almost came.
Xander stared at Spike for a minute. "Lie back," He told him.
Spike lifted his hands up and lay back. He pulled his legs up, hoping Xander was going to do something. Xander knelt down between his legs and curled a hand around Spike´s erection. Spike gasped, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as Xander started to stroke. He lifted his head up and opened his eyes again, watching as Xander stroked. He thrust his hips up into Xander´s hand, his eyes closing again and his head arching back as he came, his cum splattering on his stomach and chest.
Spike went limp, panting. Xander sat back and looked at him, wondering if Spike knew how sexy he looked naked with his legs pulled up and panting.
After a moment Spike sat up. Xander undid the handcuffs and looked at the time. 12:00. He still had 12 more hours.
Xander went over to the couch and pulled it out to a bed. He flopped down on it and motioned for Spike to come up. Spike did so, and Xander almost laughed at the sudden shyness Spike was showing.
"Are you gonna come snuggle or not?" Xander asked.
Spike lay down next to Xander. Xander spooned up against him lightly so he wouldn´t hurt his back too much and quickly fell asleep.
Xander yawned and woke up. He lifted his head and looked down at Spike. He´d rolled onto his back. He was still asleep. Xander smiled. He rolled Spike slowly onto his side so he didn´t wake him up before reaching over and grabbing the lube he´d tossed there. He smeared some on his cock and around Spike´s entrance before sliding into him.
Spike woke up slowly. He opened his eyes and felt Xander fucking him slowly. He made a sound of pleasure and arched his head back.
"Xander," He moaned.
Deciding not to tease Spike this time, Xander reached around and started to stroke him. Spike sighed in pleasure. Xander wondered which Spike preferred; hard and fast sex, or this slow and lazy kind that was more like making love.
Spike arched back again and came. Xander held back a moment longer and then came as well, his cum filling Spike´s passage.
They both went limp. Xander hooked his chin on Spike´s neck.
"Which do you prefer?" Xander asked suddenly.
"Hmm?"
"Which do you prefer? Hard and fast sex or what we just did."
Spike shrugged slightly. "I like both. Although I´ve only had one person do me like that and it was only once."
Xander lifted his head and looked down at him.
"You´ve only been made love to once?"
Spike nodded. "But it doesn´t matter much."
Xander frowned. "Yes it does. You may think you look indifferent but your eyes tell the whole story."
Spike chuckled again, though this time it had a wry note to it. "Never did figure out how to mask that."
Xander ran a hand up to Spike´s chest and lazily stroked it with the tips of his fingers. "What am I gonna do with you now?"
Spike shrugged. He glanced at the clock. 3:00. "Still got 9 or more hours."
Xander kept stroking Spike´s chest. "If Buffy comes in she´s gonna freak."
Spike smirked at the thought. "Probably."
Xander looked down at the rope and handcuffs still lying on the floor, then looked back at Spike and grinned. "I think we´re gonna have a little more fun."
Xander climbed out of bed and picked up the handcuffs. He motioned for Spike to come over. Spike climbed out of bed and walked over. Xander walked behind him and put them back on.
"Back on your knees," Xander told Spike. Spike did so. Xander took the knife he´d pulled out earlier. He dropped to his knees in front of Spike and lightly ran the tip of the blade down his cheek. Spike closed his eyes and tilted his head toward the knife´s cool touch. Xander ran it down to his chest, then lightly pressed the blade into his skin. Spike hissed in pleasure/pain. Xander trailed the knife down, making a diagonal line across his chest. He made another one, creating an X on Spike´s chest. Spike looked down at it.
"Nice, pet," He said.
Xander put the knife over Spike´s lips. "No talking."
Xander dragged the knife back down. Spike shivered as it just barely sliced the skin on his stomach. Xander moved behind Spike and carefully sliced ´Xander´s´ into Spike´s back. Spike shivered again. Xander watched as the minor wounds healed. There were still a few marks left from the whip, but they were rapidly fading. Spike flinched when Xander dragged a finger over one of the welts still there. "I think these need renewing."
Xander stood up. He put the knife down on the couch and picked up the whip again.
"Lift your hands up over your head."
Spike did. He tried to pull them down but the rope prevented him from doing so. Xander walked around behind him again and without warning brought it down sharply across Spike´s upper back, slashing through the skin. Spike cried out. Xander slashed across the skin again, creating another X. He walked around in front of Spike. Spike let his hands fall behind his back again. He looked up at Xander. He wondered if Xander knew how sexy he looked, naked, hard and holding a whip.
"You look a little too perfect from the front," Xander commented. He cracked the whip across Spike´s chest. Spike´s head arched back and his eyes squeezed shut as he cried out again.
Xander kept whipping until Spike´s chest and stomach were covered in slashes. Then he stopped. He put the whip aside and looked down at Spike. He glanced at his hard on. He needed some relief before he kept going.
Spike glanced down at it as well, then looked back up. "Want me to do something about that?"
Xander nodded and stepped forward, releasing the blondes hands. "Don´t suck, stroke."
Spike was disappointed, but he did as told, reaching up and stroking the brunette. Xander arched his head back and thrust into Spike´s hand. He´d done it this way because he´d wanted to see Spike´s face covered in his cum again.
Spike stroked just a little faster and Xander came. His semen coated Spike´s face again. He took a step back, breathing hard.
Spike started to flick his tongue out to clean off what he could reach but Xander shook his head. "Don´t."
Spike nodded. He watched Xander go through the box. Xander pulled out a funny looking object and Spike frowned.
"What the bloody hell is that and where is it going?"
Xander grinned. "Wait and see."
He walked over. "Lie down."
Spike lay back.
"Pull your legs up and out."
Spike did so. He frowned when Xander put some lube on the thing.
Xander saw his doubtful look. "Don´t worry, I know it looks scary, but you´ll like it."
Xander slid it inside of him. Why was he supposed to like this?
Then Xander turned something on, and the whole thing started to vibrate. Spike gasped and arched off the ground. Xander moved it so it was touching Spike´s prostate and Spike moaned.
Xander moved it in and out for a minute, then pulled it out again. Spike tried to follow it.
"Ah ah ah," Xander turned it off and put it aside. "None of that."
Spike lay there panting. He arched his hips up slightly, and Xander grinned. There was something he´d always wanted to do.....
He knelt down and stroked Spike lightly. Spike arched up again.
Just before he came Xander pulled his hand away. Spike whimpered.
"I want you to do something," Xander told him, stroking Spike´s inner thigh.
"What?" Spike gasped, knowing Xander wasn´t going to let him come till he did it.
Xander leaned down until he mouth was near Spike´s ear. "I want you to call me Master."
Spike looked over sharply. Okay, that was going too far!
"Um...." Spike trailed off. He couldn´t do that. He couldn´t let Xander know how much that would turn him on. His big bad image would be ruined forever.
"Just how long have you wanted someone to do that?" Spike asked.
Xander shrugged. "Ages."
Spike shook his head. "Not doing it."
Xander sat back and started stroking him again. And again he stopped just before Spike came. Spike started almost sobbing with the need to come.
"Say it," Xander told him.
"N–no!" Spike moaned. Xander did it again. He leaned down again.
"Come on," he murmured in Spike´s ear. "You know you wanna."
He did it again. Spike couldn´t take it anymore.
"Please!" He gasped.
"Please....what?"
Spike groaned. "Please master," He almost whispered.
Xander grinned. "Oh alright."
He started stroking again.
"Say it again," He told Spike.
"Master." Spike moaned.
Xander moaned as well. He hadn´t know it would be that much of a turn on. He stroked one more time and Spike came hard.
Spike lay there panting as Xander sat back again.
"Did you like having to call me that?" Xander asked.
Spike nodded. "I´m sick like that." he said with a chuckle.
Xander kept looking at him. "Now what to do with you?"
Spike shrugged, getting back up on his knees. "Dunno."
Xander looked at the whip again. "I don´t know why," He said as he picked it up again. "But this is just..."
"Sexy?" Spike finished.
"Yeah. And you seem to like it."
Spike started panting in excitement again. "Oh yeah."
Xander flicked it slightly, then raised his hand and once again lashed it across his chest.
Neither of them heard the door open.
Buffy stared at the scene in front of her. Spike was on his knees on the floor, naked. His hands where bound behind him. His face and chest were covered in semen and blood. And Xander was standing in front of him, also naked, holding a whip.
"Oh my god," Buffy said, horrified.
Xander looked up at the same time Spike did.
"Oh hello Slayer," Spike said calmly.
Xander just stared at her for a minute. He lowered the whip, then glanced at Spike. He looked at Buffy again and did something Spike did not expect.
"Hey Buff, can you come back later? I´m kinda busy."
Buffy stared at him. "Are you beating Spike? Cause I wouldn´t have a problem with that, but what else are you doing?"
"Fucking him."
Buffy kept staring at him. "You´re gay?"
"Bi, actually."
Buffy nodded. "Okay, that´s cool, but with Spike?!"
Xander shrugged. "Hey, he came to me."
Buffy looked at Spike and Spike grinned at her. "Did. Now can you go away?"
Buffy turned horrified eyes on Xander before turning and running out the door.
Xander looked back at Spike. "Where were we?" Xander said. He raised the whip again. "Oh yes, right here.."
He cracked it across Spike´s stomach. Spike cried out.
Xander stopped after three more cracks. He put it down and indicated for Spike to lie back again. He did and Xander dropped down and slid into him.
"Xander," Spike moaned. Xander started stroking him again.
Xander set a hard and fast pace, stroking Spike in time to his thrusts. He didn´t deny Spike his release this time. They came almost at the same time. Xander collapsed on top of Spike.
"So," Spike said after a minute. "Are we done?"
Xander looked up. The clock said 11:30. "I still have a half an hour."
Spike looked at it. "Um..."
"Um what?"
"You have longer than that."
Xander raised an eyebrow. "How much longer?"
Spike shrugged. "Forever if you´d like."
Xander blinked at him. "You wanna get whipped and all that every day?"
"Well, not every day, there´s loads of other things we can do," Spike grinned at him.
Xander laughed. "Alright then."
Spike looked up at his lover as he snuggled with him on the couch. It had been two years since he´d first come to Xander. He´d been shocked to discover only months later that he was in love with the mortal and that his love had been returned. The Scoobies hadn´t taken it very well but to be honest Spike didn´t give a damn.
"Whatcha thinking about?" Xander asked suddenly.
"Nothin´," Spike answered. He smiled at Xander. "Hey, Xan."
"Yeah?"
"´M bored."
Xander grinned. "I can fix that."
Buffy started to open the door when she heard Spike cry out. She sighed, turned and walked away.
She really hated it when they did that.
