Control
Wesley felt the tingle of anticipation as he unlocked his front door. He knew Xander would be waiting for him inside, as he had for the last several weeks. He could feel his cock rising at the thought. Imagining Xander sprawled naked in his bed awaiting instruction always did that to him.
Wesley couldn´t believe the circumstances that had conspired to make Xander his. Incredibly everything had fallen into place almost as if he´d planned it. From the first moment Wesley had seen Xander he´d felt a pull toward the young man. And when Xander had asked for lessons, Wesley had had to fight the urge to grin. Instead he nodded sagely.
He´d studied the properties of all manner of crystals extensively during his years with the Council, knowing that one day he may have to use them on his own Slayer. In so doing he´d learned all their hypnotic capabilities and which crystal would be best for each purpose.
In his youth he´d never dreamed to use them in such a manner. But when he´d seen Xander, he´d known he would have to have the boy. And since it seemed unlikely that Xander would give himself willingly, Wesley had had to make other plans.
Wesley walked in to find Xander´s eyes closed and his hands roaming. The boy was touching himself, rubbing his nipples and moaning. Wesley loved watching Xander, knowing that he thought only of Wesley, that he constantly needed Wesley to feel whole. Wesley stripped marveling at the fact that Xander was entirely his.
Though his charges would never know it, there was very little in his life Wesley had complete control over. From the moment he´d been born, his father had decided his career, his future...his fate. Wesley had never had any say in the matter. He´d never been given a chance to live his own life, to develop relationships, friendships, anything that he might actually call his own. And now that he was out from under his father´s, and the Council´s, thumbs he wasn´t about to waste any opportunity.
"Ah, Wesley." Xander moaned his name, making Wesley smile.
"Yes, luv?"
Xander´s cock twitched, and his eyes turned lovingly toward Wesley. "Wesley," the grin on his lover´s face widened when he realized that Wesley was home, standing naked wanting.
"Thinking of me, Xan?"
"Always."
"Good." Wesley felt satisfaction coursing through him. He knew it was true, that Xander would, could, think of no one but Wesley. But hearing the boy say it aloud, always gave Wesley an extra thrill.
Without having to be told, Xander began to prepare himself. Wesley stroked at his cock while he watched loving how receptive his boy had been throughout his training so far. The only hesitation had been during the initial hypnosis, while Xander´s brain was still trying to resist the controls. But now that he was Wesley´s completely, there was nothing Xander wouldn´t do for him.
And knowing that made Wesley harder, and happier, than he´d ever been in his lifetime.
When Xander was finished, Wesley climbed onto the bed next to his boy, and waited. It wasn´t long before Xander was ready to prepare him and Wesley let out a deep rumbling groan as the boy´s lips latched onto the head of his cock.
Xander was learning quickly, and soon he´d be able to take all of Wesley, but for now Wesley was more than satisfied with his progress. He thrust once or twice, fucking Xander´s mouth as the boy readied him for the next step in their lovemaking.
He also murmured words of encouragement, words that Xander probably didn´t even truly ´hear´, but were nonetheless planted in his subconscious. "Mmm, yes, luv, perfect. You´re doing wonderful. Just a bit more, a bit further, yes. You´re being so good for Wesley, Xander. Such a good boy."
Xander reached down to play with Wesley´s bollocks, massaging his sac and sending delicious vibrations up Wesley´s spine. Wesley could feel his muscles tightening, could feel his body readying itself for climax, so he pulled at Xander´s hair; their signal for him to discontinue and to await further instruction.
Wesley glanced around the room, trying to decide how to take his lover this afternoon. The bed was the natural choice, but he´d been traditional his entire life, and now wanted something a bit more wild. He chose Xander´s favorite instead, wanting to reward his boy.
"The desk."
Wesley watched as Xander prepared the area, moving the desk chair away, and bending over. He moaned softly to himself as Xander reached back and pulled his own cheeks apart spreading his legs and waiting.
He watched as goosebumps broke across Xander´s skin, as he shivered in anticipation. His boy´s whole was open, twitching in need. Wesley stepped up, guiding his cock toward Xander´s entrance. But instead of plunging in, he pushed the head up and down Xander´s cleft, letting his boy´s saliva and the lube mix together.
"Please, Wes, please! Fuck me!" Xander cried as Wesley teased. "Need you inside. You know how much I need your cock, Wes."
"Do you, luv?" Wesley used the endearment he knew would bring another rise out of Xander. It was one of the triggers he´d programmed. One of the catch words that would continue to reinforce his hold on the boy.
"Ungh!" Xander grunted. "Ah, God, YES!"
Wesley pushed slowly, letting his prick pierce Xander´s tunnel ever so slowly. The head breached the tight ring of muscle, making both men groan. And then Wesley plunged in fast and hard, sheathing his entire length within his boy. Then he began a slow, but steady rhythm. Teasing Xander with the lack of speed, knowing it would drive his lover crazy.
"Harder, Wes, faster! Jesus, God, fuck me!"
He could hear the command in Xander´s voice and instantly moved to deny him. His pace slowed to an almost complete stop, the slow glide of flesh against flesh so minuscule that Xander whimpered, and let out a strangled sob.
"No!"
Wesley slapped Xander hard, the sound echoing off the walls of his bedroom. Xander´s arse cheek was tinged red when Wesley asked, "What did you say, luv?"
"Please, Wesley."
"That´s better." Now that the pleading note had returned to Xander´s voice, Wesley increased his rhythm. He fucked Xander roughly, knowing that the boy enjoyed it because Wesley had made sure he would. Xander´s grunts of pain mixed with his moans of arousal, encouraging Wesley on.
Wesley grasped Xander´s hips as he pumped into him, caressing Xander´s skin as he buggered him. He loved the soft feel of Xander´s body, the way Xander responded to him, the breathy moans, and the begging words. He´d never get enough of his boy. Never tire of their lovemaking.
And neither would Xander.
At that thought, Wesley´s came, spilling himself inside Xander´s inviting hole.
"Cum." He whispered the command on a quiet breath, loving the feel of Xander contracting around him as the boy came hard. Xander´s body went limp beneath him, and he knew he´d worn out the young man´s strength. He shifted, cradling Xander in his arms and carrying him toward the bed.
He´d let the boy sleep for a while before sending him home. Sated and warm, he wanted to hold his lover. He kissed Xander´s forehead, brushing away an errant lock of hair, then snuggled the boy close.
Emotion swelled inside him, as he held Xander in his arms. Emotion he couldn´t name, but felt all the same. Before sleep overtook him, he praised his boy, wanting to once more reinforce their bond.
"Such a good boy."
