Xanpet 10 a

"Spike," I whispered, ignoring the waver in my voice, "please, don´t leave me."

Spike turned back to look at me, his hand still on the doorknob. One eyebrow arched high as his gaze drifted downward. I followed his eyes, but already knew what I would find; my flaccid penis surrounded by dark curls.

"Please," I begged forlornly, staring at my rebellious dick, "don´t go."

I couldn´t look at him; I waited to hear the door close signaling that he had left me once again. Spike had been serious when he´d said I should always be hard for him. The first two days I hadn´t been hard when he´d arrived and only when I managed to get a hard on would Spike talk to me or touch me like usual. The third night Spike had walked in and sighed at the relaxed state of my cock.

"Pet," he said walking close to me, "if you´re not gonna be happy to see me, there´s no point in me hangin´ about."

I hadn´t realized at first what he´d meant by that statement; I did now. The following night Spike walked in took one look at my limp penis then walked out. He hasn´t spent any time with me since then. Food was left and the minions washed me but Spike no longer fed me or touched me. In fact, that was the last time Spike had spoken to me. He would simply walk in, look pointedly at my groin and walk right back out. I...missed him.

My chest clenched, tight with emotion, when I heard the door snick shut in its frame. I didn´t move from where I stood. My eyes burned with unshed tears and I stared blindly at the floor. I couldn´t face the prospect of another night alone, not just yet. I was such an idiot. I had thought it would be so easy to stay hard around Spike. It wasn´t. My dick just didn´t want to cooperate for that long of a time. A soft sound penetrated my misery; my head shot up to see Spike leaning against the closed door of the room. I couldn´t find my voice. I wanted to thank him and apologize and be hard so I didn´t have to wonder if he would still go away. I looked at him with all of that emotion flooding my eyes; blue eyes stared back at me.

"Ya want me ta stay, Pet," Spike asked standing away from the door and walking towards me. Speech was still beyond me, so I nodded my head vigorously.

"Answer me," Spike said standing before me.

"Yes, please stay, please don´t go. Don´t leave me." I didn´t even realize it when I dropped to the floor to kneel at his feet. Spike combed his fingers through my hair then released it.

"Stand up." I rose to my feet to stand before him. Spike tsked as he looked at my limp flesh; I looked down as well. "S´harder than ya thought?"

"I...yes."

What else could I say to that? It was true. After Anya, I had thought that staying hard for Spike would be a cakewalk. I looked directly into Spike´s crisp blue gaze and said, "I´m sorry. I´m trying." A small smile curled Spike´s lips when I said that and the tight feeling in my chest eased slightly.

"Know that, Pet," he said. "S´why I´m gonna stay."

"Really?" A silly grin spread across my face. He wasn´t going to leave tonight, even though I wasn´t hard. "You´re going to stay?"

"Yeah, Pet, but there´re conditions ta havin´ me here," Spike said sternly. I looked at him apprehensively.

"What, uh, kind of conditions?" I whispered.

Spike didn´t answer me. A cool hand slid up my arm and over my shoulder to grip the back of my neck. I didn´t even try to stop my small sigh of pleasure; Spike was touching me again. His other hand reached down and fondled my penis.

"This fer one. Look at me, Pet."

My eyes locked with Spike´s, then drifted shut as he pressed his body against mine. I shivered in his arms. The hand at my neck firmly stroked downward until it reached the indentation of my low back. Spike´s fingers barely brushed over the top curves of my ass before he trailed them back up again; then repeated the caress. Spike dropped his head down and latched onto my nipple. I gasped as the sensation roiled through my belly and settled in my cock; the silvery white lines of his mark burned as he tasted me. I moaned when Spike´s human teeth pinched the raised bud of flesh, then cool wet strokes of his tongue soothed the tissue. Oh god. What Spike was doing, it felt...it was...oh god.

My hands leapt up to cradle his head to my chest. I quickly left half–hard by the wayside; my erection strained upward, nearly painful with my arousal. Spike lifted his head from my chest; his hands slid down to grip my hips, holding me close. My erection trapped between us. I groaned when he ground his pelvis against my aching flesh. The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against my legs and cock; the cool silk of his shirt pressed against the heat of my chest. He wrapped one arm around my waist and the other cradled my head. I panted through my nostrils trying to control my racing heartbeat and with every short breath I drew in the pungent scents of tobacco smoke and earth and horses that clung to Spike in this time. He surrounded me and I was drowning in him. My heart rate steadied and I finally opened my eyes to look at him.

"Spike," I whispered. His blue eyes glittered with arousal as he stepped away from me. Spike smiled and then trailed a finger up and down the length of my hard cock.

"Yeah, like this Pet." I shuddered. "First condition ta keepin´ me here, Pet, ya agree to somethin´ more...entertainin, if ya go soft."

"Wha–what kind of somethin´?" I breathed out a little later, his tickling fingers distracting me.

"Not sayin´ Pet, not yet." Spike kept one hand on my erection as he circled to stand behind me then reached down to fondle my balls in his other palm. "Gotta trust me." Spike´s lips brushed across the back of my neck, raising my hair on end. He stroked the length of my cock once before speaking softly into my other ear. "So Pet, still wanna keep me here?" Spike´s hands moved to hold my hips. "If ya say yes," his voice grew firm, "yer not to complain, jus´ do what yer told, got it?"

Oh god. My chin dropped toward my chest and the skin over my neck and shoulders flushed a deep red. I wondered when I´d decided to sacrifice my principles for the company of a vampire. I worried what his conditions were going to be. I worried I wouldn´t be able to do what he wanted. I leaned my head back to look at Spike. The blond vampire simply stared at me; his face wiped clean of emotion. He waited for my answer.

"Yeah," I answered, "I got it and if...if I don´t want you to stay?" A low laugh rumbled in Spike´s chest.

"Then you gotta be hard fer five days straight, Pet," Spike said, "Not takin´ ya anywhere till then. An if yer not hard when I get here, ´m takin´ off. Spend time with me Sire, I will."

"Ca–can you stay tonight and I´ll think about it?"

"Nah Pet, s´limited time offer, tonight only," Spike stroked one hand up my flank to caress his mark. "S´right pain trying to stay hard that long, innit Pet? Takes a bit o´ time, learnin´ to do that? ´Specially new Pets, could be weeks, mebbe months."

I swallowed hard, because it could easily be that long before I´d managed five consecutive days of being hard whenever Spike was around.

"So, what´ll it be, Pet. You gonna let me help ya, or yer gonna try an´ do this on yer own."

I frowned in confusion. What did he mean he was going to help me?

"You´re going to help me?"

"S´right, Pet, help ya learn yer first lesson, I will."

I tried to focus past the feel of one of Spike´s hands holding my hip while the other traced over his mark again and again.

"Spike, please," I begged, "I just, I need to know what might happen before I...before I answer."

"No, Pet," Spike said, "want ya to trust me, I do."

Not fair. How come I had to blindly agree to whatever Spike suggested?

"Are there other–other conditions?" I asked.

"Mebbe. So Pet, you gonna trust me?" Spike asked smugly.

Suddenly, I was angry. How come I had to be the one to do this? To agree to do something, god only knew what? Entrust myself into Spike´s hands? Argh! So not going there. He wanted me hard and he had gotten me hard. Angry thoughts swirled through my head; I jerked free of Spike´s grasp, pacing furiously in front of him.

"How can I? I have no reason to trust you!" I gestured wildly with my hands as I walked back and forth across the length of the room. "You´re evil and soulless and you´ve tried to kill me before!" I stopped and pointed at him accusingly, "More than once." Some unknown emotion flashed in Spike´s eyes.

"That´s the past Pet," Spike strode over to stand before me. "You´re mine now," he snarled at me in game face, "that changes everything."

I bit my lip; I was his. Fear swallowed me whole after he said that and the need to know beat against my skull. Was Spike gonna fuck me? Was he gonna do it? It´s not like I could fight him off if he decided that´s what he wanted. Could that be one of his conditions? If I didn´t stay hard he would...would... I couldn´t stand not knowing anymore. I ducked my head toward my chest, dread curling in my gut.

"You, you´re gonna fuck me aren´t you?" My shakily voiced question faded into dejected certainty; I felt nauseous even though I hadn´t eaten. Spike tucked a finger under my chin and lifted my head to look at him.

"Small steps Pet," Spike said, his other hand rested on my shoulder. "No need to start runnin´ just yet. So what´s yer answer?" Spike asked. "Am I staying or leaving?"

I wrapped my arms around myself. I was afraid of Spike´s power over me in this place, in this time. What was the lesser of two evils? Not a good question to ask myself since vampires are, by nature, evil. I imagined the weeks ahead if I refused, cold meals and no company. Spike was offering to help me do this. I could struggle for weeks trying to get myself hard before he showed up, trying to stay hard while he was there. Suffer for weeks learning to be hard for Spike, or do it with him here in, hopefully, a shorter amount of time. Really, there wasn´t a choice. I looked down and saw that the erection I´d had earlier was completely gone before I peered up at Spike.

"Uh, can I get hard again first before saying you can stay," I said jokingly. Spike´s nostrils flared and his eyes flashed golden. He´d won, again.

"C´mere," Spike snarled at me, his demon rose toward the surface when I capitulated to his demands. Fear crested through me at his command, but I stepped forward anyhow. Spike drew me close against his body and inhaled deeply. I shuddered when Spike´s cool hand reached between us and began tugging and teasing my cock to hardness. Fierce yellow eyes drilled into my own as I stared at Spike´s still mostly human face. Soon I was flushed with arousal; Spike slowed down, pulling sporadically on my erection, tormenting me even further.

"Now," Spike said, "tell me."

"I want you to stay, Spike," I said. Spike squeezed my hard cock once.

"If ya go soft, you´ll do what I say?"

"Ye–yes," I said simply, terrified of what I just agreed to.

"Right then, Pet," Spike said lifting his hand from my flesh. "Let´s get you fed," Spike walked away from me as I stood in place. I was aware of only two things: my hard on and Spike´s presence in the room.

"Aren´t you hungry Pet?" The sound of Spike´s softly voiced question broke through my daze.

"Uh, probably, but I feel kind of sick, right now." Spike came back to where I stood, trailing a hand down my chest but pulling off before he touched my erection.

"Yer bein´ good," he said as he took in my appearance; focusing on my cock which jutted firmly toward him. "C´mon, time ta eat, plan on keepin´ my Pet healthy, I do."

Spike directed me to the table and sat down, waiting for me. I reached a shaky hand toward the blood decanter and filled Spike´s glass. He lifted the goblet to his mouth, taking a lingering sip of the viscous red fluid within before turning to face me.

"Floor, Pet," Spike said; I dropped to my knees by his feet.

A plate had been filled with food and Spike brought a forkful of sautéed vegetables to my mouth. I took the mouthful of food and Spike watched me while I chewed then swallowed. Spike fed me and began his usual chatter while he did it. He might not have taken me to see Paris, but he did like to talk about it. I tried to focus on maintaining my erection as well as eating and listening to Spike. Spike paused toward the end of my meal, holding a forkful of food mid–air. Why was he holding the next bite mid–air rather than feeding me? Spike´s honeyed voice dripped down from above.

"Well, Pet, looks like I´ll hafta think of somethin´ more entertainin for us ta do, eh?"

Oh shit! My eyes flew wide before dropping down to take in my flagged erection. A fistful of dread walloped me in the gut. I had known this was coming, had known that Spike would stay as long as he needed to until I went soft, but now that this moment was here I was terrified. I shot panicked eyes back up to Spike who was just looking at me inquisitively, before my gaze darted away again. I looked everywhere but at Spike.

"Pet," he asked, "why are you afraid?"

I whimpered, my fear driving me beyond words. I watched as Spike placed the fork down, and pushed the plates back on the table. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. I started breathing in short, shallow bursts of air.

"Shh, shhh," Spike ran his hands through my hair. "Don´t want ya fearin´ me. C´mon now. Calm down, breathe fer me."

I did as Spike asked, gulping deep swallows of air into my lungs. I leaned my head into the gentle run of his fingers against my scalp but couldn´t slow the rapid beating of my heart. I wondered if the sound would incite his demon; that thought did nothing to slow the pace of my pulse.

"S´better, innit?" Spike asked. "Look at me," he said. At first I ignored him. "Look at me."

I lifted my eyes upward and looked at Spike. He looked so calm. Yeah, and wouldn´t you be, in his position, I asked myself.

"What are you afraid of?" Spike asked. My fear faded and my brain started working again at that ridiculous question. What the hell did he think I was afraid of?

"What do you think?" I asked sarcastically.

"Pet," Spike warned.

I heard the anger in his voice. Shit! Why did I always run off at the mouth like that around Spike? The man was gonna fu–––okay, not going there, can´t deal. Even if he didn´t do it tonight, he would eventually, so why did I insist on antagonizing him?

"You," I choked out, answering the expectant look on his face. The sound of that broken word passing my lips snapped the control inside of me. "You!" I shouted the word this time, glaring at him. "You and this mess that I´m in, that scares me, Spike!"

I remained kneeling at his feet as I yelled and threw my hands through the air. I didn´t realize how much Spike had trained me already; I hadn´t been given permission to get up.

"How ´bout the fact that you want to turn me into your freaky vampire sex toy! That gives me the wiggins like you wouldn´t believe." I drew in ragged breaths of air before continuing, "I´m not gay you know! Not interested," I stated firmly, ignoring the fact that Spike could get me hard. "I don´t want you to touch me." I never expected Spike to be pleased by my outburst, but that´s how he looked right now.

"You don´t want me to touch you Pet?" Spike reached out and petted his hands across my chest, even as he asked the question.

"N–no," I said quietly; Spike´s hands delved into my hair, "not in the vampire sex toy way, that´s for sure." His fingers drifted across my scarred chest, brushing over the sensitive flesh of my nipples.

"We´ll see about that... but right now yer gonna do as I say, right?" My mouth went dry at those words, so I simply nodded. "Just gonna help ya learn yer lesson." Spike stood up and walked to the foot of the bed. "Nothing too challenging. C´mere Pet." Spike ordered.

The lust that curled itself around those two words, scared me right down to my toes. I stood nervously then walked over to kneel down before Spike. What was he gonna do? Spike said nothing at first, which only increased the tension curling in my gut.

"Yer gonna undress me, Pet," Spike looked down at me. I didn´t remember kneeling at his feet. Spike ran a finger down my face, lightly tracing a path from my forehead, over my nose to rest against my warm lips. I felt my breath as it broke across his fingers.

"Want you to use yer lips, Pet," Spike´s fingers traced coolly over my mouth. "An´ yer teeth," a finger dipped in between my partially parted lips to run over the surface of my teeth, before diving in to caress the wet warmth of my tongue. "An´ yer tongue."

I stared up at Spike as he pressed his finger against my tongue, before slowly drawing it out, scraping against my bottom teeth. Spike´s lips were curved into a slight smile as he watched me. No complaining, I´m not supposed to argue, just do as he says. He stayed and now I should uphold my part of the bargain. My eyes slowly drifted over Spike´s form, moving upward from his leather boots, darting over his tightly fitted breeches lashed closed with leather ties through the front fly, to his cuffed cream silk shirt buttoned from the collar down, as well as the cuffs at his wrists. Finally, my eyes met his and we simply stared at each other. I could already feel the flush crawling over my skin at the thought of mouthing Spike through his clothes. And what if I couldn´t get them off? Couldn´t undo the ties of his breeches and the buttons of his shirt? What would happen then?

"Spike–I," I paused, frowning, not sure how to say what I wanted to say.

"Pet?"

"I don´t know how...how to do this, I don´t know if I can–" I whispered with my head bowed, my arms wrapped around my chest. I wasn´t protesting, just telling him the truth. I was startled when Spike crouched down before me.

"Do yer best, Pet," Spike ran one hand through my hair, "an´ I´ll be pleased."

I remembered. That´s what he told me I should always try to do, please him. Spike interrupted my thoughts as he stood up and moved to sit on the bed.

"Ya can use yer hands to take off me boots. Ya can always use yer hands for that."

Spike leaned back then stretched out one foot toward me. Huh? That surprised me. Spike wanted me to do this again? If Spike noticed the surprise on my face he ignored it.

"Pet," Spike said, "I´m waiting."

Oh god. I swallowed hard then inched forward on my knees to reach a shaky hand toward his shiny brown leather boots. I lifted Spike´s foot and rested the sole of his boot against my thighs. I pulled the soft leather from his foot and set it to the side. I placed his sock–clad foot down and reached for the other one. I hiccuped a small squeak of surprise when Spike´s toes worked up the seam between my thighs, to rub over my flaccid penis. I worked more quickly on his other boot. Finishing, I angled my head up at Spike.

"What next?" I asked tensely, as one foot then the other worked against my penis. Spike just grinned down at me. Great, at least one of us was having fun.

"Socks, Pet," Spike said. Oh, good. At least I´d have one Spike foot away from my cock. My hands moved to the cuff of his sock, but before I could pull the fabric off Spike´s voice drifted over me.

"Pet," he said, "why´re usin´ yer hands?"

"Uh, I thought..."

"Nah, hands are fer me boots, nothin´ else." Spike cut me off.

"Oh, okay," I shrugged and just lifted Spike´s ankle toward my mouth, baring my teeth to grip the edge of his sock. Spike sprung his foot free from my grasp; my shocked gaze met his surprised blue eyes.

"Cor Whelp!" Spike shouted. "Am I yer meal or yer Master?"

Stunned, I stared at Spike then burst out laughing. For a minute, I thought Spike was gonna be pissed but then the blond vampire started chuckling himself. Oh god. Tears tracked their way down my face. I gasped as I slowly regained control of myself. Spike looked down at me; a smile teased the corners of his lips.

"Feel better, mate?" Spike asked.

"Uh huh," I snorted at him. I really did feel better. I think this was the first time I laughed since I´d woken up here with Spike calling me Pet. Unable to keep the stupid grin off my face I stared back at Spike.

"Right then, again, an´ this time be a bit more graceful. You´re a Master´s Pet, try an´ behave like one."

More graceful. I was the Zeppo. Graceful didn´t exist in my vocabulary. I slid my palms down my bare thighs, my butt resting on the bottoms of my feet before I leaned forward to catch Spike´s sock with my teeth.

"Wait."

I sighed, sitting back up. "Now what?" I asked, irritated by him. Wasn´t he ever going to let me do this? I thought this was what he wanted?

"From yer hands and knees, Pet," Spike said.

"You want me on my hands and knees?" I asked.

"Hmm." I darted my eyes upward and saw Spike smirking down at me. "An´ spread ´em wide."

Shit. Suddenly, the humor of my situation faded. I bit my lip but I did as he said, inching backwards on my knees until I was sure that I had enough room. Blood suffused the surface of my skin as I pressed my palms to the cool stone floor on either side of Spike´s feet. I set my knees less than shoulder width apart.

"Wider Pet." Spike immediately ordered.

My vision blurred as my embarrassment grew. I couldn´t believe that I was doing this without arguing, displaying myself for him, willing to undress him with my teeth for god´s sake. At that moment I was thankful that Spike hadn´t cut my hair nor had me shaven; in this position the short dark curls shielded my eyes from view. It was foolish, but I felt as though it afforded me some privacy even as I spread my legs further apart.

"Ah, that´s nice Pet, now hands too." Spike´s voice drifted down from above. I frowned down at the stone floor. I hadn´t expected that order. I slid my hands away from Spike´s feet, wishing the chill of the stone tiles would seep through my palms and calm the blush that blossomed deeper each time I obeyed him.

"Yeah, like that," Spike approved, "go on, Pet."

Apparently, I´d been given permission to continue. I contemplated strategy then bent my head down to grasp Spike´s sock between my teeth. As soon as I dipped my chest toward the floor I knew why Spike had wanted me in this position; the muscles across my shoulders and widespread arms pulled tight with the effort of holding my torso inches from the tiles; my ass arched upward. I felt the crease of my bottom spread further apart. My balls hung low, brushing the insides of my thighs, my sack and limp dick swinging slightly with my movements. I tried to ignore the fierce heat of my skin as I reached to snag the cuff of his sock between my teeth. I nipped until I caught the fabric in my mouth then struggled to tug it over his heel.

"Agh!"

Startled, I scratched my teeth and lips across Spike´s ankle when two cool palms slid down to grip the curves of my ass, fingertips spreading me further apart.

"Wha–what´re doing?" I asked, jumping back to sit in front of Spike.

"Whatever I like," Spike replied. My brow furrowed and I gnawed my lip as I looked at Spike. Was he going to touch me while I worked? Well, obviously, but...I darted a nervous glance at him again. A smirk played around his lips as he looked at me.

"I´m waitin´, Pet."

I slid my now sweaty palms back in place and levered myself down to grip his sock between my teeth once more. Spike chuckled above me at the unconscious clenching of my buttocks when his hands returned to cup the cheeks of my ass. He leaned forward over my bent back, his fingers teased my sack before he trailed upward and began massaging the sensitive strip of skin behind my scrotum. His sock in my mouth muffled the small moan that I couldn´t hold back as my dick started to harden because of his touch.

"Eep!" I squeaked when Spike sharply pinched my ass then rubbed cool fingers over my stinging flesh.

"You´ve a pretty ass, Pet," Spike pronounced, even as his hands continued to caress my bottom. Occasionally, he´d pinch me then sooth the abused tissue with his cool fingertips. I renewed my efforts to remove his sock. I wanted to get my ass away from Spike´s grasping hands; hands that felt good against my heated flesh. Triumphantly, I pulled the first one off and dropped it to the side. I dipped my head to grab his other sock with my mouth; I shuddered as my cock rose. I choked back a moan when Spike´s finger lightly traced a circle around my anus. Oh god. This shouldn´t feel good. It shouldn´t. I pulled off his other sock and spat it out near the first one. Relieved, I quickly knelt away from Spike then looked up at him. Gold threaded through Spike´s eyes as he watched me kneel before him; his pale skin was stained a light pink. I was panting from my increased efforts to take off his socks. He didn´t say anything. What now? I eyed his tight fitting breeches apprehensively. Shirt, his shirt was definitely next. I cleared my throat.

"Shirt next?" I asked huskily, hoping the answer was yes.

"Pet, yer not hard enough yet," Spike said.

"What?"

"Told ye Pet, workin´ on yer first lesson, hard for me, always."

"But I," I sighed at the censure in Spike´s eyes, "I know." I whispered, struggling to maintain my cock in its semi–erect state. It wasn´t easy under that disapproving glare or my own desperation.

"C´mere," Spike crooked his finger at me and I moved forward on my knees. Spike brushed his hands through my hair and down my neck. A single digit paused over the thumping pulse of my jugular, before he trailed down to lightly pinch my nipples between his fingers. "Work on that, Pet," Spike said coldly as his thumbs caressed over my nipples. "Shirt, now."

I looked up at Spike; his stern statement unnerved me. I drew a fortifying breath then placed a hand on either of his thighs before leaning in to grasp the fabric near the top button of his shirt. I tugged at it, frowning around the mouthful of fabric when it didn´t pop loose like I expected. I pulled in another direction then another. Frustrated, I released Spike´s shirt then bit down on a different section, tugging and pulling. Damn. Somehow I knew the buttons were gonna be hard.

"Aah!" I gasped, arching away when Spike´s fingers latched onto my nipples, twisting them fiercely. His cool hands now petted the violated buds of flesh. He didn´t smile or even twitch as his hands roamed over my chest once again. I drug my eyes away from his stoic face, dipping my head back down to his buttons. Spike pinched my nipples again, hard. Ow. Mean vampire. Angrily, I bit down at the fabric near his neck, and yanked it back. The button went flying at my less than gentle attempt. Just wanted to get the damn thing off. Fuck! Instead of pinching only the silk I bit the skin at the base of Spike´s neck as well. A growl burst forth, rumbling across my lips. Oh shit, oh shit! Biting Spike could not be of the good. I knelt down quickly ducking my head, afraid to look at him.

"I´m sorry, I didn´t mean to–" Spike´s hands drifted through my hair.

"Cor Pet, ´m a vampire. ´Biting´s okay. Just don´t draw blood."

Oh. I tried to steady my trembling and hurried breath before I moved to the next button. As soon as my mouth reached up Spike´s fingertips petted lightly across my nipples before stroking down my sides. I finally freed the second button then moved on to the next. This time, a short moan escaped me when Spike gently rolled my peaked flesh beneath his fingertips. Oh god. The sensation shot straight to my cock. Ulp. Wouldn´t have a problem being hard after all. Once the first few buttons were undone the others opened with little struggle. The whole time I worked Spike rained soft touches and teasing pinches over my chest and shoulder and arms. He always returned to my nipples caressing them with the backs of his hands, or rolling circles over them with his palms before lightly twisting the sensitive nubs between his thumb and forefinger.

At first, I was able to hold back my moans; by the time I finished the row I didn´t bother holding back the husky sounds I made when Spike touched me. Oh god. I was so embarrassed each time a deep groan broke forth, but I couldn´t help it. The small buds of my nipples were a dark reddish brown and swollen from Spike´s rough then tender caresses. My cock throbbed, and I felt the drops of pre–cum gather at the tip. I finished unbuttoning Spike´s shirt. I slid back and knelt before Spike, whimpering when his tormenting fingers followed me. I didn´t look at him as his hands drifted down my sides and over my abs. I bit back another moan when he returned to rub over the oversensitive peaks of my nipples. Wasn´t he pleased? I was so hard it hurt; I saw several wet spots blemishing the stone surface. I knew that it was from the pre–cum that kept pulsing to the tip of my cock. I watched as another pearl of precum gathered size, glistening before dropping to land on the floor.

Holy fuck. I was so hard. Why had I gotten so hard? I turned startled eyes up at Spike. His eyes had gone completely yellow, his face was flushed with arousal and his shirt hung open revealing his own erect pink nipples as he played with my chest. Spike met my eyes, then darted his gaze to my dick, before looking at me again.

"All for me, Pet?" Spike said.

"A–apparently so," I replied, wondering why I was responding so strongly to Spike´s touch. Spike smiled at me then held out one cuffed wrist then the other, which I tugged at with my teeth until they were freed. He shrugged the silk from his shoulders, tossing it from the bed.

"My breeches next, Pet," Spike purred above me as he leaned back on his forearms. The tight fabric of his pants stretched over his bulging erection. Apprehensively, I eyed the relief of Spike´s dick pressing up against the lashes of his fly, hoping to god he didn´t get any ideas when my mouth was that close to his cock. The vampire watched me down the length of his body as I set myself between his knees at the foot of the bed. I studied the ties of his pants, not wanting to corner myself with a knot. I rested my hands on Spike´s hips then leaned in to mouth the laces of Spike´s pants until I had loosened the tie.

The artificial pulse pounding in Spike´s cock beat against my lips as I worked, his soft moans and low growls drifted over me and I felt myself getting harder. Desperately, I thrust myself against the side of the bed, seeking some kind of relief for my aching hard on. Finally, the ties were free of each other and I grasped one lace between my teeth and pulled sharply. Spike growled loudly above me when the movement dug my cheek and chin into his hard length.

"Again," he snarled.

I gulped and grabbed the other lace pulling it loose from its mate. Another growl sounded then drifted into a low, rumbling purr. The hard flesh of Spike´s cock threatened the leather lashes as I loosened the laces. I knelt away to look at Spike and tell him I was done, but my lungs constricted catching my breath in my chest as Spike gazed down at me. A dark red flush covered the pale skin of Spike´s face and chest; his golden eyes glittered with arousal. His nipples were peaked and his lips glistened in the firelight as though he´d kept slicking them with his tongue. Which he did just now as he watched me.

"Yer not finished yet, take ´em outta their loops, Pet."

Oh god. He wanted me to use my mouth, there, to pull the laces free. I choked down my fear of what would happen after that and leaned down to grip a lace between my lips. Spike hands delved into my hair and he moaned arching his hips up to press his erection against my lips. His hands rested on my head but he released me enough to continue working the laces from their loops.

Spike´s bound cock slowly sprung free as I pulled lace after lace from their fastenings. Crazily, I wondered if the hot brush of my breath against the bare skin of his cock felt good. I pulled the last lash free and sat back, my own cock stood erect between my thighs. I stared intently at Spike´s dick framed by the open fabric of his breeches. The foreskin had rolled back over the head of his hard on, and I could see darker blond curls peeping out around the base. Spike´s dick wasn´t as long as mine but it was a lot thicker. My eyes widened in fear and my heart started racing when I realized where Spike thought he could fit that thing. My eyes shot up to Spike´s who was watching me, watching him.

"I´m, uh, done now, right?´ I asked nervously. Unable to keep my voice steady as my eyes refused to stop darting between his face and the thick cock that jutted from between his thighs. He didn´t answer me.

"I´m done now, Spike, right?" I asked almost frantically.

"Kneel here," Spike said, indicating the floor between his knees. I stalled because I could only think of one thing that he wanted.

"But you–you´re undressed," my hands fluttered nervously, indicating his freed cock and bare chest, "I´m done, did what you said."

"Kneel here," Spike snarled at me this time, his game face emerged for an instant before fading back to gleaming feral eyes in a human face. Unconsciously, I pressed my lips tightly together. I tried to avoid the sight of Spike´s bared erection as I knelt between his spread knees. Fear choked me when Spike thrust his cock up towards my face. Oh god. I turned my head away and Spike sat back down. Strong hands directed me back to face his cock. I shot my eyes up to Spike´s face. Please don´t make me do this, I pleaded silently. There´s no way I can do this.

"Breeches, Pet," Spike smirked down at me, "pull ´em off."

Spike snorted, when I audibly sighed with relief at that request. That was something I could do. He released his grip on my head and once again lifted his hips from the bed. I leaned forward and grabbed the waist of his pants on one side with my teeth, pulling it down only a few inches. The cool brush of his cock against the side of my jaw and neck seared my flesh; I had never been so aware of another man´s erection. Then again, it was kind of hard to miss. I lifted my head over his bobbing cock and tugged the other side of his pants down with my teeth. It took a bit of work, pulling down one side then the other, as he lifted his hips for me, trying to pull the fabric down over the curves of his ass. Sometimes a soft sigh or rumbling purr escaped from Spike; it was a dulcet, content vibration, one I never would have associated with the vampire from Sunnydale. My face was flushed by the time I had drug his pants down over his knees; the breeches fell in a rumpled heap around Spike´s ankles. He quickly kicked them off, sitting naked before me.

"Climb up here."

I shivered at the steel in his voice. He´d be pissed if I argued; I clambered up onto the bed, sitting as far away from Spike´s nude body as I could.

"Lean up against the headboard and spread your legs," Spike said.

I bit my lip, hard. Spike knelt on the coverlet, his bottom rested against the soles of his feet and his knees were spread wide. One fisted hand wrapped around his erection, stroking his hard on as he watched me. My stomach roiled with anxiety even as I moved to lay back against the pillows piled against the headboard. I turned my head away from Spike, flushing as I spread my legs. My cock rested in its nest of dark curls; fear had softened my erection. I tensed, clenching my jaw tightly when I felt Spike position himself between my thighs. My arm jerked back and I turned startled eyes to Spike when his hand reached out and held mine gently. Spike stared at me and lifted my hand again. I didn´t resist as he slowly brushed the hot rough skin of my palm over his chest.

I was enthralled by his reaction to my touch. Spike´s head fell back, revealing the strong slope of his neck. He purred as he ran my hand up over the arch of his throat. I started moving my hand of my own accord. Spike´s palm rested against the back of my hand, following where I led. He growled low in his chest when I rubbed my fingers in small circles over one nipple. Without thought I brought my other hand up, stroking the pad of my thumb across his other nipple. Spike moaned. A smug smile tugged at my lips; seems I wasn´t the only one who reacted to nipple play. Spike´s chest was nearly hairless, so smooth and pale and cool. I was so absorbed in my exploration of Spike´s body; it took me a minute to grasp the fact that his low rumbling purrs were now peppered with words.

"That´s it, Pet," Spike murmured, "hot hands learnin´ my body. Gotta learn what I like, you do, hhhmmm, yeah, nice. Gonna touch me all over Pet."

My hands paused in their exploration at his waist when I heard that. My tongue ran over my now dry lips as I looked at Spike, his dick, then back at Spike again. This time a slow smile curled his lips.

"Not til later, Pet," Spike said, "gonna have ya do that last."

I sat back, stunned as I realized I´d been caressing Spike, memorizing his body with my hands. Then I registered what he said. If he planned for me to do that then he couldn´t want my mouth to uh, be doing anything later.

"Don´t stop, Pet," Spike said, interrupting my rationalizations, " yer doin´ good."

Spike placed my palms against his thighs. I stared at the tanned flesh of my hands resting on the creamy length of Spike´s legs. Then lightly brushed the backs of them down the outside of his leg, crossing over his knees, to trail back up the inside. A purr immediately burst forth followed by a growl when my hands traced towards his groin. After a few minutes, I angled my head and brought my hands up to his shoulders. I traced the sharp line of his collarbone with my fingers. I drew my hands down the length of his arms, covering the distance out to the tip of his middle finger, then back again. The lack of sweat and the inhuman coolness of Spike´s flesh burned through my fingertips into my mind. I frowned; he was so different. Spike snarled and his hands reached to circle my wrists. I wasn´t fearful; the rhythmic movement of my hands over Spike´s skin had nearly mesmerized me. I stared into the ridged features of Spike´s game face and suddenly, I wanted to know if the prominent ridges of the demon felt different from the rest of his body.

When I tugged at one hand, Spike let me go. Tentatively, I reached up to touch his forehead. I stopped a breath away, looking into his face, wanting to be sure this was okay. Spike´s eyes were closed and his lips slightly parted; I glimpsed the white fangs within. I covered the short distance between us and stroked my hand over his face. A loud growl sounded continuously as I traced my fingers over his brow, down the bumps covering the bridge of his nose, over the sharp angles of his cheeks. I sucked on my lower lip as I pondered the gleaming tips of his fangs, peeking out from behind pink lips. Boldly, I ran one finger up the length of a fang, from tip to root, delving under the moist cover of his lip. Spike shuddered, and drew back sharply, yanking me down the bed by my hips.

My fear returned full force at Spike´s rough handling, but before I could even think to apologize he´d pressed the length of his body against mine. I gasped, then moaned when he his cock briefly thrust against mine. Spike inhaled deeply the scent clinging to my neck and hair. His cheek brushed over the rough texture of my beard, he pulled back to look at me.

"Gonna shave ya soon, Pet," he said, "don´t like that."

"Uh huh," I agreed, struggling to hold my hips still rather than thrust up against the delicious friction Spike´s body provided. I could feel Spike´s eyes watching me but I refused to look at him. Concentrating instead on controlling my own reaction to the body covering mine. Dull teeth nipped at my neck. I couldn´t hold back the groan or roll of my hips.

"Lovely, Pet," Spike praised, sitting up between my legs. He ran a finger over my hard cock, from tip to base, watching me. I hissed, involuntarily raising my hips seeking more pressure. Spike smiled at that.

"Move up a bit, lay back again," Spike watched me as I followed his directions. The vampire moved to sit between my thighs, this time his back faced me. Spike lay down, against me; the back of his head nestled in the crook of my neck. I inhaled sharply when Spike wriggled against my erection, which was trapped between his back and my belly.

"Hands, Pet," Spike said simply, once he was comfortable. I lifted my hands up running them down his arms then over his chest, like he had wanted me to before. Spike´s palms quickly covered the back of my hands. I blushed, brick red as he drew my hands down to his dick, covering the wiry hair that surrounded the base of his cock. His hands left mine and my fingers stilled against his groin. I knew what he wanted me to do, but I froze at the thought of jerking Spike off.

"Pet?" Spike asked softly. I had touched him so willingly up till now. I think he was surprised by my sudden reluctance.

"I know, I mean, what you want, I just–,"

"Take one hand, Pet," Spike said, "squeeze wi´ yer –"

What? He thought I´d never done this before?

"Spike, I know what to do," I said softly, "just... never for anyone else before, ya know?"

"First time for everything, Pet," Spike said, watching my hands resting near his erection.

And that should be my new motto, because I suspected I´d be having a lot of first times while I was here. I swallowed my reluctance and firmly gripped the base of Spike´s cock. The vampire hissed softly as I wrapped my warm fingers around him. His cock still felt cool, even though it was hard and lightly flushed with his arousal. Spike watched me as I stroked my hand upward, moving the skin of his cock up toward the neck, where his foreskin pooled coolly over my thumb and forefinger, before pulling back down stretching the skin taut. He moaned and dropped his head back onto my shoulder.

Pre–cum leaked from the slit in his cock, wetting my hand. I stroked his erection several times more but Spike didn´t make a sound; only his unneeded breath caressing over my neck and jaw indicated I was affecting him at all. I frowned, worried that I was doing this wrong for him, that it was somehow different for a vampire. This time I swept my thumb over the head of his cock on the upward stroke and was rewarded by a sharply indrawn breath. A couple strokes later I tried again but Spike remained silent this time. Shit. After several false starts I finally worked up enough courage to ask.

"Spike... am I... is this... um... okay?" I blushed furiously as the words burst from me in a staccato rhythm but I never slowed the hand that stroked him. I shuddered when Spike wiggled against my own erection and turned his head; a cool tongue lapped against the pulse beating in my neck.

"Yeah, Pet," Spike breathed against my neck, "you´re doin´ good, slow is good fer now.

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