Duality

"You´re kidding, right? This is a joke?"

"Who´s laughing?"

*Rewind*

"Look, Spike, I need to talk to you."

"Right. Don´t care."

"Seriously, Spike. It´s important."

"Did you miss the part about me not caring? Because I can repeat it, as much as you like, until you get it."

"It´s a business talk. Do you care about that?"

"What, you want to pay me to pull your head out of your arse?"

"It´s a lucrative, offer, but if you don´t shut up, we can just forget it."

Spike doesn´t say anything for a moment, so Xander´s ready to give up. He turns and heads for the stairs.

"How lucrative?" Xander stops, turns back around.

"Six–hundred dollars."

Spike´s lighter sparks and flares, and he holds it to the tip of a cigarette.

"Seven–fifty."

"You don´t even know what the job is yet."

"Still want seven–fifty for it."

Xander thinks about it. Counts it up in his head. Two extra shifts or one overtime shift. Not buying the latest Ultimate Spiderman comics for the next year, though he knows he´ll do that anyway. Pretending he´ll watch his spending makes him feel a little less guilty about dropping this much cash at once, anyway.

"Deal."

"Maybe."

"Seven–fifty."

"Yeah, you said that. For what? Kill a loan shark? Parents? Boss?"

"Aren´t you supposed to have a soul now?"

"Seven–hundred and fifty dollars buys a lot of liquor; helpful in absolving guilt."

"I don´t want anyone killed. And my parents´ life insurance isn´t near enough to make that worthwhile.

"So, what´s the deal, then?"

"Not here. Come to my place after patrol."

"Shady dealings, then. What, are we knocking over a convenience store? Might do all right to bring What´s–his–face along. Extra set of fingerprints is always helpful."

Xander shudders imperceptibly. "We won´t be needing Andrew." Xander starts up the stairs, mentally noting that he´s going to have to fix that creak on the seventh step some time this week. "After patrol."

*Fast Forward*

"I´m serious, Spike."

"Not fucking likely."

"We already agreed on a price!"

"Never agreed to be your whore, Harris. High–priced whore notwithstanding.

"Not whore. Therapist."

Spike snorts.

"It´s true. You´ll be helping me. It´s a very souled–vampire thing to do."

Spike glares at him for a long moment. "All right, now, I´m not agreeing to anything here, but… you´d best tell me why."

"That´s not your business."

"If, and that´s a mighty hefty if, if I decide to agree to this, I´m gonna have to know. Otherwise I´ll bollix it up, and then it won´t be any help at all. So. Start singin´. Er… not literally, though, cuz that was not a fun weekend.

Xander sighs. He´s already embarrassed himself just by bringing it up, he knows, but something about actually recounting the details makes his ears grow warm.

"Okay. So, when I was in high school, there was this thing. Zookeeper, some symbols, a hyena… it wasn´t pretty. I ate a pig."

"You… ate a pig."

"Well, yeah. I was possessed. What do you want from me?"

"You were possessed by a hyena?" Spike chokes back a laugh. "Oh, what I wouldn´t give to have that on film."

"Oh, yeah, keep laughing, asshole. Gonna let me finish?"

"Oh, yeah. Just gonna file that imagery away for a rainy day. You keep going."

"Fine. So, hyena. Lucky me, Karma´s got my back, and I get stuffed chock–full of Alpha–Female Angry Chick hyena."

Spike´s having a hard time trying to hold back a guffaw or eighty, but Xander just shoots him a glare and keeps talking.

"So, yeah, ate a pig, chased Buffy around for a while, then the scoobies circa 1996 did a little legwork and out comes Sheila––"

"Sheila?"

"I named her. Sheila."

"Sheila the Hyena. Of course."

"So out comes Sheila and Xander´s not a crazy bitch–hyena hybrid anymore. Well… less of one."

"Didn´t get all of her, did they?"

"Oh, mostly I´m fine. I mean, I´ve got her on a pretty tight leash. Sheila and I came to an agreement pretty early; she doesn´t piss me off, and I don´t watch Most Extreme Elimination Challenge marathons. She doesn´t like those."

"So, as amusing and useful for blackmail as all of this is… why are we telling me about it?"

"Getting there. So, we made a deal. She doesn´t piss me off – mostly. I´ve tried everything; MXC, Trading Spaces Family, even that old guy with the afro on PBS who paints the paths in the trees. She´s not budging. But I can paint a mean lake now."

Spike raises an eyebrow. Xander takes a deep breath.

"I´m a sub. Big time sub. Total bottom–boy here. Tie me up, beat me, I´ll call you Master and be blissed out about it. Sheila? Not so much."

"Well, no. Alpha female, she don´t wanna bottom for anyone."

"Exactly. And she won´t let me."

"She still has that much control?"

"Not usually. It´s like she saves it up for any time I´m looking for a little somethin´ somethin´. That´s where you come in."

"How do you figure?"

"In the big game of Supernatural Old Maid, Vampire trumps Stubborn Bitch Hyena every time."

"So, you´re serious."

"I´m totally serious."

"Seven–fifty?"

"You might even get a tip if she shuts up long enough."

"Right. So."

"How´s your schedule? Now good?"

"Eager pup, ain´t you?"

"It´s been a while since I even thought about giving this a shot. Figure we ought to get as far as we can before Sheila starts to rattle her cage."

"Fine. What have you got for restraints?"

"Restraints?"

Spike launches into the role immediately. "You heard me, boy. And eyes to the floor. We´re gonna do this right, give Sheila something to really complain about."

"Right. Restraints. Cuffs good?"

"Cuffs are great. Get into the bedroom and strip down. When I come in, you´d best be in the proper position."

"Yes sir." Xander snickers softly to himself. Calling Spike ´sir´ just sounds weird. He stops short on his way to the bedroom. "Er… Spike? What position?"

Spike rolls his eyes. "Sub position, you moron. On your knees, hands behind your back, face forward and eyes on the floor."

Xander only hesitates for a few seconds before going into the bedroom to prepare and wait. Spike looks around the room for items that could be useful for the coming events; something to use as a paddle, something to use as a blindfold, something that could be used safely as a cock ring. He´s coming up empty. After a sigh, he heads into the bedroom after Xander.

Xander´s naked, kneeling on the floor, and Spike would be lying if he said the image wasn´t bloody hot. The boy´s filled out, long lines of hard muscle, smooth olive–toned flesh. Spike swallows roughly.

"Well, Harris, we´re going to have to do this the poor man´s way. Not much by way of toys around here, but I think I can improvise."

"Bottom of the closet."

Spike raises an eyebrow, but decides not to say anything about the fact that Xander had spoken out of turn; he´s too curious about what´s in the closet. He opens the door, and there´s a medium–sized oak trunk under some haphazardly folded wool sweaters. Spike opens the chest and peers inside.

Small riding crop, silk blindfold, red ball gag, several cock rings and butt plugs, vibrators, feathers, handcuffs, rope, everything.

"So. Stocking up for Nuclear War, then?"

Xander chuckles, deep in his chest. "I said Sheila wouldn´t let me sub. Never said she didn´t like my toys."

"So you´ve played both sides of the fence?"

"No. Not yet. Sheila´s stubborn. That´s why I chose you. If anyone´s more stubborn than Psycho Hyena Hellbitch, it´s gonna be you."

Spike grins, flashing blunt white teeth. "Fine. Great. So, ground rules."

Xander glanced up.

"First rule; don´t look at me. Not unless I tell you to. In fact, do nothing I don´t tell you to do, and do everything I do tell you to do."

Xander looked back down, and Spike saw his hands tremble. "Okay."

"Second rule; no talking. You don´t speak without permission, or unless I ask you a direct question. Got that?"

"Yes."

"And you´ll address me as ´Master´ when you do speak. Do you know why?"

"Cuz…that´s how you´re supposed to do it?"

"Wrong. Because as of this moment, you belong to me. That´s what a submissive is, Xander. You are owned, you are controlled, you are protected and subordinate. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Master."

"And you want that?"

"Yes, Master." There´s more conviction in the words this time.

"Why?"

Xander takes a moment to think. "I want to belong."

"Not good enough."

"I want… I want someone to want me that much."

"Enough to want to own you."

Spike´s careful not to phrase it as a question. He wants to test Xander; only a small part of that is looking for an excuse to use that beautiful black riding crop in the chest in the closet. Spike turns to that chest, and picks up the blindfold, the gag, the crop, handcuffs and some vibrators. He dumps them on the bed, on one side, and moves to stand in front of Xander.

"Undress me."

Xander´s hands tremble, and Spike can see his dick give a twitch, filling slightly. The young man reaches up, keeps his eyes down, as he pushes Spike´s shirt up. He hasn´t been told to stand, so he has to stretch to push it up to Spike´s shoulders. Spike helps him, pulling the shirt the rest of the way off, and Xander lets his hands run down Spike´s chest as he moves his hands down, to the waistband of Spike´s jeans. A full–body shudder, and Xander´s fingers shake as they work the buttons of the fly, pulling them apart, pulling the jeans down, Spike´s cock in his face, and Xander can´t tear his eyes from it as he pulls Spike´s jeans down to his ankles, off completely as Spike lifts one foot and the other to assist.

Naked, Spike steps back to the bed.

"Get over here, boy," he says, putting just enough growl in his voice. Xander scrambles, dropping to his knees again in front of Spike, who grabs onto Xander´s hair, fingers carding and tangling through, then Spike pulls, gently but not, shoving Xander onto the bed. "Hands and knees."

Xander obeys immediately, and Spike can see now that his cock is almost fully hard, which is good. Spike reaches for the blindfold, carefully making sure Xander can see it from the corner of his eye. Spike grins as Xander´s chest heaves with breath, cock fully hard now, and Spike´s not unaffected, either. He wraps the silk around Xander´s head, tying it tight in the back, then with silence only the supernatural can muster, picks up the handcuffs. He takes Xander´s left wrist, ignoring the startled jump at contact; Xander can´t hear him, can´t anticipate anything, and Spike wants it that way. He cuffs Xander´s wrists together, then moves back, back to the trunk, pulling out the lengths of soft rope. He works quickly, silently, tying Xander´s shoulders, hands, knees, ankles, until Xander is completely immobilized on his hands and knees. He has enough room to shift his weight, but he can´t change his position.

That´s when Sheila first starts to fight. Xander lets out a growl, and Spike knows humans can´t make that sound. He reaches across Xander´s back, and leans in close to the boy´s ear.

"Sheila, pet, have a sit down, eh? Just playing with the boy. Oh, and shut the hell up," Spike whispers coldly in Xander´s ear, then stuffs the red ball into his mouth, strapping it in with attached leather strap. Xander pants through his nose, then begins to fight. Spike knows he´s going to chafe his skin where the rope´s binding him, but Sheila´s not giving up.

That´s fine. Neither is Spike. Because Xander´s bloody gorgeous like this, and by now it´s not about helping Xander as much as it is about Spike getting off. He goes back to the trunk, grabs more items, and back to the bed. He reaches down, and Xander´s still rock–hard, even leaking a little at the slit of his cock. Xander bucks at the touch, cock twitching but an angry growl in his throat, so Spike straps the newly acquired cock ring around the base of his erection. A violent shudder, both Xander´s arousal and the hyena´s outrage, so Spike brings his hand down hard on Xander´s round backside. Whimper–growl, Spike does it again. Lovely red handprints welling up in the skin, Spike watches them for a moment. Tube of lubricant, Spike isn´t stingy with it, slipping slick fingers up and down Xander´s crack, tracing the pucker there, that´s grasping for him even as Xander tries to escape it. Spike presses in a finger, and the hyena howls behind the gag. Spike´s ignoring her, pressing two fingers in now, stretching Xander as well as he can, as quickly as he can. Slips those fingers out, and Xander lets out a whimper of loss, even as his body bucks. Spike picks up a rounded butt plug, slicks it down too, then presses it inside.

It´s quick, and it´s deep, and this time the howl is Xander´s, and it´s filled with pleasure–pain, not rage. Spike picks up two leather straps and attaches them to the eyelets on either side of the plug, wrapping them around and attaching the other ends to the matching eyelets on the cock ring. The hyena starts to fight again, growling and struggling, so Spike lets loose another slap to Xander´s ass.

More struggling, more violent, and Spike steps it up; picks up the riding crop, brings it down on Xander´s skin.

"Hold still."

Sheila ignores him, fighting more vehemently. So Spike keeps bringing that crop down. Lovely stripes of reddening skin, thin welts forming on Xander´s ass and thighs and back as Spike lets loose blow after blow. Hard enough to hurt, gentle enough to have Xander whimpering in pleasure.

"Like that, Xan? Hurts good, doesn´t it?" A whimper, tremble, then a howl as Sheila cries out her anger. More blows, Spike´s really going to town, almost breaking skin, as Xander writhes between the hyena´s struggles.

"Can´t wait to fuck you, pet. Gonna be so tight, aren´t you? So hot around me… can´t stop me, either. No matter how much that bloody bitch in your head fights, you can´t stop me. You can´t escape, ´cuz you´re mine, aren´t you?"

Xander´s nodding, moaning, and Spike lets the crop fall to the floor, back to slapping with his hand, the shapes glowing red under the striped welts. Spike wants to leave bruises; wants Xander to hurt tomorrow and the next day, wants to leave marks, his marks.

"You´re mine, aren´t you, Xander? You´re my pet, mine to play with and command and use, aren´t you?"

Xander´s nodding so hard Spike thinks he might get whiplash, so he moves lightning fast, draping over Xander´s back, hard, thick cock pressing against the boy´s hip as he wrenches his head back by the hair. He licks the line of Xander´s neck, across the leather gag strap, stopping at his ear.

"I wanna fuck your mouth, Xan. Think the bitch´ll mind?"

Xander gasps, moans, and after a moment nods miserably. "Then you hold her the fuck back, cuz I´m gonna have you suck my cock. Got that?"

Xander nods, faster this time, and Spike unstraps the gag. He moves around, in front of Xander. "Open your mouth."

Xander complies immediately, hands balling into fists, and Spike can see him struggling. He knows this is stupid; if the hyena gets enough control, he could lose his dick. But he wants in that mouth, and he wants in now. He shoves inside, not deep enough to choke Xander, but deep enough that he lets loose a low groan.

And Xander starts to suck, immediately. Warm, full lips close around him, tongue wraps itself around him, deep, wet, hot suction, and Spike can´t not thrust, has to, has to push in, pull out, push back in as Xander moans around his cock.

"Good boy, pet. Suck so pretty. Want me to come in your mouth, Xan? Wanna suck me off till I get off, fill your mouth with my come? Want that, Xan?"

Xander moans, louder, sucks, harder, twitches his hips, pressing back against the plug in his hole, shudders.

"Yeah, you want that, don´t you? Wanna suck me all the time, don´t you?" Spike grasps Xander´s hair, roughly, starts thrusting more vigorously. A little deeper each time, letting Xander get used to it, until he can thrust all the way in. "Christ. You´re good at this, pet. Take me all the way, just like that. Yeah. S´good, isn´t it? You like sucking my cock, don´t you? Like it when I fuck your face?"

Xander´s whimpering continuously, the sounds filling the bedroom, and Spike realizes that the hyena isn´t fighting anymore, so he thrusts harder, lets out a grunt.

"Gonna fuck your mouth all the time, now, pet. Any time I want, gonna fuck you, gonna make you suck me, and you can´t say no, cuz you´re mine, aren´t you? Mine to fuck?"

Xander´s groan fills the room, vibrates against Spike´s cock, and his hips stutter, quake, and then he´s coming, filling Xander´s mouth, some spilling out over the boy´s chin, dripping down, the rest held in his mouth, as if Xander´s not sure whether he´s supposed to swallow, but Spike´s too busy coming and coming to give a flying fuck what Xander does with it.

Finally, he´s back on earth, still with his cock buried in Xander´s mouth. He relaxes his fingers, letting go of Xander´s hair, starts to pull back. "Swallow it, pet. Swallow it, and lick my cock clean." Xander swallows with a moan, then pounces forward, licking up every trace of come on Spike´s cock, making him hard again, as Xander strains, more turned on than he´s ever been.

Spike moves in around behind him, sees the plug, the reddened skin of Xander´s stretched hole around it, the flesh shuddering, and Spike plasters himself over Xander´s back, pulling his head back by the hair, growling low and rough in his ear. "Wanna hear you beg, Xander. I want you to beg me for my cock, want it so bad. Want it, Xander?"

"God, yes, please, Spike…please…"

"Please what, Xan?"

Xander sucks in a breath, lungs straining. He ignores Sheila, screaming in his head. "Want you to fuck me, Spike. Wanna feel you in me, moving, want your cock in me, wanna feel you come in me…"

"Oh, fuck," Spike moans, fingernails scratching down Xander´s back, criss–crossing lines raising against the crop–welts.

"Fuck me, Spike, Please, fuck me, Spike," Xander whimpers, legs straining to stretch further apart, as Spike runs his fingers down the pale cleft of his ass, fingers brushing the taut skin, the blue plug, the leather straps connecting it to the cock ring.

Spike grasps the base of the plug, and pulls slightly. Xander chokes out a half–scream as his cock is squeezed tighter, as his prostate is rubbed against by the end of the plug, as his hole stretches around the lip. Spike reaches around, unclasps the cock ring from the plug, and pulls on the leather straps, pulling the plug deeper into Xander. Another choked–off scream, then Spike drops the straps and grasps the base of the plug again, slowly twisting it as he pulls it out.

Xander moans, the whole time, as it slowly leaves his body. Spike watches the stretch, the burn, Xander´s trembling frame, eyes fixed on Xander´s hole as it grasps, empty, to be filled again."Spike, please," he whimpers.

Spike may be dominating him, but he´s not a sadist. He picks up the lube from where he´d thrown it, slicks his cock with trembling fingers, and presses forward. Inside, burning heat, slick and hot and fluttering, he groans, seating himself in balls deep.

"Fuck… Xander…"

Xander bucks under him, and Spike can´t figure out if it´s the hyena struggling to get away or Xander struggling to take him deeper, so he pulls partway out and thrusts forward, hard and fast, wrenching a cry from Xander and a grunt from himself, and suddenly he can´t stop.

He´s thrusting, hard, not slowing down, not giving Xander any respite from the rhythm of his hips, fingers digging into Xander´s hips, going to leave bruises but he´s already done that with the crop, so he doesn´t relax his grip.

"God…Spike, never…anything…so…fuck…harder. God, please, harder, more, please, please, please," Xander´s whimpering, so Spike does, pushes with as much strength as he can without breaking the ropes Xander´s tied with, watching Xander´s own fingers dig into the bedclothes.

"Like that, Xan? Fucked by a vampire, can´t move, can´t do anything but be mine, isn´t that right?"

"Oh, God, Spike…"

"So hot, pet… Never gonna get rid of me now. Gonna be in you all the time. Want that?"

Xander´s head drops forward, his arms trembling. "Yessss," he hisses out, and Spike lets our a roar, his hips speeding up. He reaches around, both hands, one fisting Xander´s dripping, throbbing cock, the other unfastening the cock ring, and Xander moans. "Spike, please…"

"Gonna come for me, Xan? Come for me. Wanna feel you come," Spike murmurs breathlessly, feeling his own balls draw up all too soon. As soon as the last word comes out of his mouth, Xander clenches around him, howls, and there´s hot seed on his hand, moving fast as a blur over rigid flesh, and he feels his own orgasm rushing over him, making him deaf and blind and nothing but electric sensation, sparks flying through his body and straight out his cock, into Xander, coating and filling him with his pleasure, and Spike lets out a howl, too, whole body bowing.

Another whimper from Xander, and Spike´s shocked because he´s still coming, still shooting over Spike´s hand, still trembling, and it draws Spike out more, until finally he can´t come anymore, has to slump over Xander´s back, who seems to be having quite a bit of trouble keeping himself up and steady as well.

After a moment to catch his bearings, Spike gets up with a groan, limbs weak as they untie Xander from his bonds. Xander immediately falls to his side, panting, eyes closed, brow damp with sweat. He opens his eyes, looks up into Spike´s then back down at the bedspread, stained with his own release.

"Money´s on the dresser," he mumbles, closing his eyes.

Spike stands. He moves to the dresser, and sitting there is seven–hundred and fifty dollars in cash. He takes another look at Xander, then leaves the room, taking his clothes but not the money.

When Xander wakes up the next morning, he´s sticky and sore. His skin is on fire, still, and pretty much everything hurts. But the money´s on the dresser; that´s enough to spur him on as he picks up the phone, dials Buffy´s number.

"Hey. Can I talk to Spike, Buff?"

The End

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