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[Jan. 6th, 2004|03:49 pm]
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Title: The Art of Dominance
Author: Brandil
Pairing: Spike/Vampire!Xander
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Squicks/Kinks: Bloodplay, BDSM, voyeurism, slash, rimming

Notes: The almost-conclusion to the scene


"Knees to your chest, boy." The thrill ran through Spike again when Xander obeyed without hesitation. In one night they’d come a long way from the fledge questioning his every move. Ignoring the Slayer’s presence as best he could, Spike continued to the next planned section of the night. “No moving this time around, no talking either, no coming without permission. Sounds are still all right. Understand?” Xander moaned in response. Damn, his boy was smart.

“Kitten, turn the CD player on; play what’s in there and make sure it repeats.” When Prince filled the deafening silence, Spike was ready to continue. “Use your hands to hold the back of your knees and open wide. Learn from example; you know what I expect.” Xander growled that time, eager for his next lesson.

Spike chuckled sardonically. He’d certainly never expected to be in front of the Slayer sucking cock, much less the rest of what he planned to do. Nothing to be done about it though, except to close his eyes and think of England. Once again, Spike took Xander into his mouth. Using the pressure of his lips to hold him in place, Spike sucked lightly on the glands, and flicked his tongue rapidly against the frenulum.

Xander held perfectly still while his sire sucked his cock. Only allowed to show his pleasure audibly he growled loudly, even though he desperately wanted to thrust back into the slick tightness that was Spike’s throat. He could do this; he could obey and ignore Anya and Buffy sitting in the chair watching what was happening between his sire and him. Really he could; now if his soul would just shut up and let him relax everything would be fine.

When Xander was panting heavily, Spike took him in, sucked his way back up, down, then up again. On the next downward stroke he added his tongue into play, twirling it against the shaft. Xander moaned in response. When Spike felt him grow complacent under his ministrations, he took him all the way in, working Xander with his throat muscles, swallowing over and over until Xander let out a small squeak. Spike started a new pattern; suck up the shaft with plenty of tongue, lave the tongue against the glans, suck back down heavy on the tongue, swallow the glans deep into his throat, repeat.

Xander had never experienced anything like this blowjob. Anya was amazing, had always been amazing, but this, this was a man who knew what worked and the perfect combination to drive him insane. Not to mention that whole not having to breathe factor. He memorized the pattern, from now on this would be what he gave Spike; learn by example, that was his job. On the next upstroke Spike scraped his teeth along the shaft, still twirling his tongue, swipe of his roughened demon tongue along the glans, teeth scraping on the way back down, tongue in play, swallow deep, then repeat. He couldn’t come, he couldn’t, he hadn’t been given permission, he wanted to more than anything. And there was more to come; the thought made him shout without words.

Spike smiled around the cock in his mouth; always good to know he hadn’t lost his touch. On the next upstroke he released the cock, gave little nibbling licks down the shaft and took the balls into his mouth. He applied gentle pressure with his teeth and sucked them into his mouth one at a time, finally Spike took both balls into his mouth at once, sucked gently and ran his tongue over them in a circular pattern. Xander was making choking sounds. Spike decided to continue the lesson; the women were forgotten in his enjoyment of his fledgling’s open and honest responses. Maybe he should let him move? Nah.

Tracing his tongue below the balls, Spike licked his way to the anus. He pointed his tongue and tickled it along his boy’s puckered opening; Xander let out a scream and clenched every muscle in his body. Spike kept his tongue pointed, with tiny tickling licks he continued until he felt Xander’s muscle relax an infinitesimal amount, licked up the balls and took his cock to the root again. He swallowed repeatedly, until Xander cried out, then released him. Trailed his tongue back down along the balls and below.

There were no thoughts left in Xander’s mind, it was completely blown. There had never been anything like this before ever, not even in his wildest imagination. He’d never given any thought to rimming, really hadn’t even known it existed. His balls drew even closer to his body as Spike licked his way back up and took him down again. Then the tongue was there again, and suddenly nothing mattered except for Spike’s tongue on his ass. Nothing.

Flattening his tongue Spike changed techniques, long, slow licks starting below the anus as far as he could reach, to just below the balls. He lapped at his boy and felt the puckered opening expand with every lick, muscles relaxing, body opening beneath him. He could feel Xander fighting not to move and smiled; such a good boy. Circling the anus with his mouth, he sucked and slowly wormed his tongue into the opening that was blooming wide open for him.

Xander screamed.

Spike smiled in satisfaction it’d been over a hundred years, but he still had the touch. He continued to leisurely tongue fuck his boy; each time, he pushed his tongue in farther and Xander opened a little more. When his tongue was in as far it would reach, leisurely probing turned into rapid thrusts. Xander’s body tightened like a bowstring against the onslaught but he did not move; mouth slack, eyes closed, a rumbling purr emitted from his chest without stop or pause.

The ring of muscles had opened as far as they were going to and Xander’s hole was glistening with saliva; he had to fuck him. Fuck him now. It wasn’t in the plan but when had any of his plans turned out right. Faster than the women could see, Spike buried himself to hilt inside his fledge and stayed there. Blue eyes clashed with molten golden ones, Xander’s mouth worked helplessly; he tried to remember the rules, but it was so hard. Sounds, no words, no motions, no coming without permission, so he begged with his eyes. Opened his gaze to everything he felt.

Spike almost drowned in the hungry begging in his boy’s eyes. He slammed himself against him hard, fast, ruthlessly; a long choking scream escaped the boy and Spike removed one of the strictures. “Speak.” Spike angled himself so he hit the prostate every third thrust and timed his rhythm to Xander’s words, punctuating each word with a thrust as fast and as hard as he could move.

“Oh god, please, please, more oh God. Spike there, yes, right there. Oh my fucking god. Never this good never, never. The things you do, need you, want you all the time. Can’t live without you, need to come, need to come so bad. Please, oh god, please.” And then Spike was gone, sitting back on his heels debating what to do, both of them were teetering on the painful edge of orgasm. Xander let out a pitiful moan, but he had to trust his sire. Trust him to know what was best for both of them.

“Legs down, stretch out nice and long, arms over your head.” Xander obeyed; he stretched his aching limbs with a cat’s grace, wanted to roll over and arch his back but stayed where he was.

This was the part Spike was unsure of; it stretched every boundary of the sire/fledgling relationship, but he couldn’t resist. He had to see the expression on his boy’s face, had to teach him how to do it. Just. Right. He hovered over Xander again and crashed his lips against his boys. When the blood flowed this time, Spike let go of that last restriction. “You can move.”

Xander’s arms and legs wrapped around him, squeezing like a vice. Hips shimmied against hips, causing cocks to rub against each other. Spike trailed biting kisses down Xander’s neck and sucked his mark, hard.

Cocks slid against each other frantically trying to find a rhythm; had to be closer, had to touch every single inch of his sire. Xander threw his head back in abandon when Spike sucked his mark. He had to come soon; he was going to die if he didn’t.

“Remember your job?” Spike asked, voice thick as honey and rough as whiskey.

Xander nuzzled into his neck as he answered, “learn from example.” Spike nodded, fiercely kissed him sucking his tongue, fangs scraping drawing blood.

“Watch and learn.” Spike rolled off of Xander, and laid down on his side, his back to the women. He grabbed the tube of lubricant and coated his fingers liberally. He stretched one leg out on the bed and drew the other one as close to his body as possible, forming a triangle. Quickly and without any preamble, Spike prepared himself, while Xander watched stunned. He was ready, lubed enough that he wouldn’t tear. Much. Spike straddled Xander.

“This will be the only time this ever happens, understand?” Blue eyes allowed no room for disagreement, not that Xander could’ve if he had wanted to.

Xander’s mouth hung open and he gasped for breath, trying to get enough air into his lungs to reply. Seconds passed before he could answer. “Yes.”

“Gonna teach you how to ride boy. Knees bent, feet flat on the bed.” Balancing himself with one hand on Xander’s chest he gripped his boy’s cock with his other hand and slowly, so, so, slowly lowered himself onto his fledge. Taking him in, inch by inch, Spike was split in two, filled in a way he hadn’t been in years. When his ass rested in the cradle of Xander’s hips, he swiveled, searching for just. The. Right. Angle. His back straightened and he let out his own growl when he found it.

It didn’t matter if this never happened again, it was happening now. Never had he felt anything like the sheath of Spike’s body around him. It was tight, slick, and gripped him with rippling muscles with each and every small movement. Xander’s eyes were squeezed tight as he forced himself not to thrust, to keep still, to learn how to ride. When he felt Spike’s ass touching his hips, his eyes flew open.

“Gonna come, Spike. Oh god, gonna come.” He scrabbled desperately for control and felt it slipping through his fingers.

“Not without permission you’re not.” He raised himself an inch and sank back down, making sure he never lost the angle. Xander’s eyes rolled back. He threw his head back and his mouth went slack, body trembling fighting his orgasm. His boy was a textbook picture of wanton abandonment. When Xander opened his eyes and looked at Spike, the blonde finally began to ride.

Hips rising, swivel, falling and twisting slowly, Spike steadily increased speed and force. Xander was meeting, thrusting into him, hands gripping his hips, teeth clenched against the orgasm; it was a losing battle. His cock was pistoning in and out of the slickest, tightest, place it had ever been.

It felt good being filled; Spike had almost forgotten that it didn’t have to hurt, or humiliate, or bleed. And the expression on Xander’s face made it worth breaking all the rules, he’d do anything to keep that expression of pure unadulterated awe right where it was. He was slamming himself, using his boy’s cock like a battering ram, putting all of his strength and speed behind it. And then he clenched his muscles tight, choking Xander’s cock within him, not slowing down or letting up for a single second; if he was going to teach the boy to ride, he was going to do it right.

Xander’s entire body arched off the bed when Spike flexed his muscles and squeezed around him. A long scream of pure ecstasy escaped him. He was on the verge of blacking out again. He couldn’t wait; he couldn’t, no matter what the rules were. He pleaded, begged one last time, panting out the words between breaths “Please, sire, please. Have to come, please.” His hands gripped Spike’s hands hard to enough to leave bruises. “Please, sire.”

Spike leaned over Xander’s body, and placed his mouth over the mark; at the same time, he released the cock ring. “Now, boy. Come now.” His fangs sank into flesh and the world shattered around them.

For the second time that night Xander blacked out; when he finally came to, he realized Spike was kneeling between his legs cleaning him with slow, luxurious licks. Learn by example, got to remember to clean up afterwards. His body shuddered, tiny flashbacks of the night overwhelming him, he'd had the best sex he'd ever had. With a man. No, not with a man, with his sire.

Watching the effects of the night steamroll over Xander again, Spike crawled up the long expanse of flesh in front of him. He cleaned the last traces of blood from his boy's throat. Straddling his stomach, Spike cupped Xander's face with his hands forcing him to look into his eyes. The golden eyes met brilliant blue without pause or hesitation. "You will not question me again."

Xander shook his head, "I won't question you again."

"You will obey me without pause."

"I will obey, I swear."

"You will trust me to know what's best for you, always."

A cry escaped Xander's throat and he nodded his head wildly. "I trust you Spike, always. I swear."

He lay down on top of Xander and tilted his head to the side. "Drink." As fangs pierced his flesh, he knew that Xander was his; would obey him and trust him, always. And he hadn't even hurt the boy.

Spike released his boy’s wrists from the manacles and rubbed them gently. They'd left deep marks but hadn't drawn blood, same with the ankles. A moan bit the air; both vampires turned to the sound, the women sitting side by side, panting with need, feminine arousal heavy in the air.



Thanks to sassangel and Black Dahlia for the betas.
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[User Picture]From: shaddyr
2004-01-07 12:14 am (UTC)
Ohgodohgodohgodohgod...

Oh fuck. Guh.

There are just no fucking *WORDS*!

Jaysuz!

::whimper::

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From: brandil
2004-01-07 12:31 am (UTC)
::fans you::
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-01-07 12:43 pm (UTC)

The Way It Should Be [when training a childe]

Anything Angel can do, Spike can do better,
including the training of a childe.
"...he knew that Xander was his;
would obey him and trust him, always.
And he hadn't even hurt the boy."

I'm just as satisfied as Spike by Spike's success.

Unfortunately, I'm probably not as satisfied as Xander [sigh]

Belinda
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[User Picture]From: sunlit5
2004-01-30 06:48 am (UTC)
cha cha cha

*shimmies*
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh


oh yeah
that was hot

Sun
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From: brandil
2004-01-30 08:21 am (UTC)

Re:

Thanks doll!
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