Part Three

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He concentrated on breathing slowly and not panicking. He kept repeating the phrase "no choice" to himself. Xander had no idea how much time had passed when he heard footsteps approaching the door. There was a low murmur of voices, and then the door opened. Xander knew it was Spike by the faint smell of tobacco. The vampire closed the door behind him and stepped into the room. He deliberately did not look at Xander, who was facing away from him. He stripped off his jacket and folded it over the back of a chair. He unlaced his boots and removed them, and then his socks and his t-shirt, leaving him clad only in a pair of old, faded jeans. He walked over to the bar and poured himself a short glass of JD. Carrying his drink, he walked to the bed and sat on the end of it. Finally, he looked at Xander.

The boy was more beautiful than he had imagined, he admitted to himself. He was on his knees, with his hands bound behind him and his head hanging, eyes on the carpet. His skin gleamed in the candlelight, and Spike could see every muscle of his back and arms. Construction work had been good to Xander, broadening his shoulders and melting off his layer of baby fat. Spike was pleased to note that his very specific instructions regarding Xander’s hair had been followed. He liked it over-long and shaggy. Spike scented the air and smelled only arousal and nervousness, but no fear. Finishing his drink, he stood and walked around in front of Xander.

Spike let his eyes wander over Xander’s chest and abdomen admiringly, then looked down to the front of the leather trousers. Xander’s erection was fully outlined by the skin-tight leather; Spike could even clearly see the cock ring. Fighting the urge to run his fingers down the impressive length, he instead started running them lightly over Xander’s shoulders and chest, mapping the smooth planes with soft touches. His fingers trailed along the thick leather band of the collar, and Xander swallowed hard. Spike worked his way around Xander’s body, getting the boy used to the feeling of Spike’s hands on him. As he touched golden skin, Spike noted any and all reactions.

Finally, his exploration finished, Spike stood in front of Xander and spoke his first words since entering the room. "Xander, unbutton my jeans with your teeth." A shudder ran through Xander’s body, and Spike saw him clench his jaw. Spike repeated his demand, and Xander clenched his jaw again. In a flash, Spike’s open hand rocketed against Xander’s cheek with a loud "crack". The strike was hard enough to knock the bound man back slightly, but Spike did not miss the twitch of Xander’s lips. That twitch told him that his reaction had been correct; that like a child or a puppy, Xander was testing his limits and reassuring himself that Spike was fully in charge. Spike looked down and thought he’d never seen anything so beautiful. Xander’s eyes were downcast, his hair hung in loose waves over his forehead, and the vivid red imprint of Spike’s hand showed plainly on his face. Spike seriously thought he was going to come in his pants.

A second later, Spike was surprised when Xander leaned in and rubbed his cheek against Spike’s hip. The vampire tangled one hand in his silky dark locks and leaned into the contact for a moment. "It’s OK," he said. "I forgive you." Xander gasped when Spike’s fingers tightened brutally in his hair. In a no-nonsense tone the vampire continued, "I will have your obedience, Xander. Don’t defy me again. Are you going to do as I say? Answer me." Xander whispered, "Yes, Spike." "Good boy," Spike replied. "Unbutton my jeans with your teeth. Now." Xander leaned forward and grasped the material with his teeth and pulled. The jeans were so old and worn that the top two buttons came undone easily. Xander pulled again and the other buttons slipped free. Spike shucked off the jeans and threw them behind him to stand naked before Xander.

Spike stepped forward so that Xander had no choice but to be up close and personal with the vampire’s hard on, since it rested against his cheek. Spike’s hand was back in his hair. "Open your mouth," he commanded. Xander complied, and Spike used his other hand to guide the head of his cock to rest against Xander’s lips. "I know you’ve never done this before," he continued, "but I will tell you how to please me. You want to please me, right? Answer me." Again Xander whispered, "Yes, Spike." "Good," the vampire said, pressing his cock more firmly against the boy’s mouth. "Lick it." Eyes still downcast, Xander licked firmly around the head of the vampire’s erection, following the line of the foreskin and dipping into the slit. Spike’s eyes drifted shut, and he bit back a moan at the incredible sensation of Xander’s tongue on him. The boy continued to lick at Spike’s flesh, growing bolder and running his tongue as far down the shaft as he could reach.

"That’s it," Spike hissed. "Make me wet. Suck me." Xander’s mouth opened wider then closed on the head. He started to suck gently, and this time Spike moaned aloud. "So good, God, Xan, your mouth is so hot." The vampire knew he was babbling, but he wanted to make sure Xander knew exactly how much he was enjoying it. "Open your mouth wider and try to relax your throat. See if you can take it all in." Spike kept his hand in Xander’s hair, but let the human go at his own pace, bobbing his head forward a little more on each stroke.

Xander had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but was shocked to find that he enjoyed the sensation of having Spike’s cock in his mouth. The vampire’s erection was cool, and his skin tasted clean and slightly spicy, with a hint of bitterness that Xander didn’t want to think about too much. He followed Spike’s directions, and tried to relax his throat. He tried to do all the things he remembered that he liked having done to him, so he drew back a little and sucked powerfully on just the head, then leaned in to engulf as much of the shaft as he could, while slipping his tongue around and around the flesh in his mouth.

When Xander sucked him hard, Spike came up on his toes and yelped, then hissed when the boy leaned forward to try and deep-throat him. He couldn’t help thrusting just a little, and smiled when Xander gamely tried to accommodate him. Finally, Xander’s nose was nestled in his pubic hair, and Spike thought the top of his head was going to blow off from the extreme pleasure. Tightening his hand in Xander’s hair, Spike pulled him back a little. "Look at me, Xander," he said, sounding a little breathless. Xander looked up, and Spike saw that his eyes were so dilated with passion as to appear black. They widened at the expression he saw on Spike’s face, and he smiled around the cock in his mouth. Xander was seriously aroused by the needy, hungry look on the vampire’s face, and also that it was because of him.

Blue eyes met brown; both were sparkling in the candlelight. "Xander, you’re so good. You feel so good. I’m gonna fuck your mouth now. I won’t hurt you. I’ll warn you before I come, but I’m gonna come in your mouth and I want you to swallow it." Seeing both shock and acceptance in Xander’s eyes, Spike put his other hand on the back of his slave’s neck and said, "Eyes down." Xander immediately dropped his gaze and braced himself. He was surprised when Spike began thrusting gently into his mouth; he’d expected a brutal ride. The pace increased as Spike felt his orgasm building. He would have liked to continue this game for much longer, but he could tell that Xander was tiring, and time was passing much too quickly.

"Xander, I’m gonna come. Oh, God…I’m gonna …fuck, yeah…so good … coming now!" The last word was a strangled scream as Spike tightened his hold on Xander painfully and climaxed, pumping spurts of semen into the human’s hot mouth. Xander tried to catch it all, but some slipped out of the corners of his mouth as he swallowed repeatedly. Spike continued to thrust gently until his cock was completely soft, and then pulled away. Xander panted harshly, and Spike fell to his knees. Placing his hands on Xander’s shoulders, he leaned in and licked up any traces of his own come that were left on Xander’s face, neck and chest. As soon as the human’s breathing returned to normal, Spike gave in to his earlier urge and caressed the leather-encased length of Xander’s erection. He slid his hand up and down the shaft; stopping to trace the outline of the cock ring, and dipping down to cup Xander’s balls.

Spike continued to trace Xander’s cock through his pants, and leaned in to lay his cheek against Xander’s so that his lips were brushing the human’s ear. "You want me to take care of this for you, Xander?" he asked, adding, "Answer me," as an afterthought when he wasn’t answered right away. Spike felt his erection return when Xander whispered back, "If it … pleases you, Spike." For a moment, Spike harbored a fleeting thought, wishing that this were real, that Xander truly did belong to him. The boy would make a wonderful slave – he was obedient, responsive and eager. But, Spike knew that he wasn’t looking for a slave. What he really wanted was an equal, a mate, and a lover. Shaking off his reverie, he brought himself back to the matter at hand.

Rising gracefully to his feet, Spike leaned down. "Stand, Xander," he instructed, and helped the human to his feet. Having his arms bound behind him made it hard to balance, and his legs were stiff from holding the kneeling position. Once Xander was on his feet, Spike untied the leather thongs that laced the sides of his pants and slowly peeled the leather away. The vampire stood for a moment and simply stared. Xander’s cock rose from the black leather cock ring and stood almost flat against his belly. The skin was a deep rosy hue, and drops of fluid stood out on the head. Spike wrapped one hand around the base of the shaft and squeezed, causing more drops to pulse from the slit. He slid his hand up the length, and swept his thumb over the head to collect the fluid, which he then tasted.

He crouched down in front of Xander and ran a teasing finger between the human’s now hairless balls. Xander shuddered and shifted his stance slightly, spreading his legs to give the vampire better access. With a hand on his hip, Spike turned his slave around. He found himself looking at a gorgeous backside, with Xander’s bound hands clasped just above it. Spike grabbed both of Xander’s hands and pushed them up, causing the human to bend over slightly. "Stay there," he instructed, then released Xander’s hands. With his thumbs, he parted Xander’s buttocks and leaned forward to brush his lips over the human’s hole. Xander groaned. Spike then darted out the tip of his tongue to tease the opening.

Spike smiled as Xander bent over further and pushed into the contact. Spike licked delicately for a few seconds, and then abruptly thrust his tongue in deeply. Xander’s entire body stiffened and he bit his lower lip to avoid screaming Spike’s name. The vampire pushed his tongue into Xander as far as he could, stretching and laving his soft inner skin. He could feel the human’s legs trembling, and Xander’s ass clenched rhythmically around his tongue. Finally, Spike pulled his face away, smiling when Xander moaned to protest the loss of contact.

Spike took Xander’s arm and led him to the bed. "Kneel up in the center of the bed," he instructed, and steadied Xander as the human complied. Spike opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a tube of lubricant. He knelt on the bed, arranging them so that he was at Xander’s side, with one of the boy’s hips pressed into his abdomen. Spike opened the tube and coated both hands with the slippery gel. "You’ve been such a good boy, Xander. I’ve got a reward for you." They both moaned as Spike slipped one hand around Xander’s erection and the other between his legs from the back.

Spike stroked Xander’s cock slowly, while circling his hole with the index finger of the other hand. Every few strokes he would slide his finger over Xander’s pucker, pressing but not entering. As soon as the human started pressing back against his finger, Spike breached him completely in a sudden motion. Xander yelped and stiffened, holding his body perfectly still. Spike held his finger motionless, but jacked Xander a little faster with the other hand.

Holy shit! Xander’s mind was whirling. Spike’s got his finger in my ass, he thought. And his hand on my dick and earlier he had his tongue in my ass and before that I blew him and swallowed his come. Holy shit! Spike’s finger started pumping in and out of him, and Xander was infinitely thankful for the cock ring. It hurt like a bitch, but it kept him from coming. And he was pretty sure that coming without permission would earn him more than a little slap. Both of Spike’s hands sped up, and Xander’s brain shut off as a second finger joined the first one inside his tight channel. The fingers twisted and crooked, and Xander saw stars and gasped as the vampire rubbed over his prostate.

Suddenly, Spike stopped moving, and the only sound in the room was Xander’s harsh panting. "Xander," Spike said, and his tone held just a little uncertainty. "Xander, the hour is up." Neither man moved for a long moment, and Xander nearly laughed at the absurdity of reality intruding on them when he was bound and collared, with a naked vampire simultaneously jacking him off and finger-fucking him in some sort of demon-friendly bondage spa. Xander waited. Spike’s head came down to rest on his shoulder. "Xander, do you want me to stop? Or do you want to finish this?" Spike waited, then whispered, "Answer me." Xander kept his head bowed and his eyes screwed shut. He took a long, shuddering breath and said, "Finish it …Master."

At that word, the one Spike had been certain he would never hear from Xander’s lips, the vampire pressed himself against the human and resumed moving both hands at once. He slid his own erection against the hollow of Xander’s hip in time with his strokes on the boy’s cock. His fingers brushed the cock ring, and he realized that Xander would probably be hurting by now. He pulled his fingers from Xander’s ass, and let out a low chuckle when he heard a moan of protest.

"Relax, Xander," he said. "I’m not stopping. You can’t come with this ring in place. I’m going to take it off, but don’t come until I tell you. Do you understand? Answer me." Xander breathed out and sighed, "Yes, Master." Spike trembled at the sound of that word again. He used one hand to release the cock ring and the other to grasp the base of Xander’s erection firmly. He knew that the sudden loss of pressure would be impossible for the boy to withstand, and didn’t want him to come before he could help it. As soon as the tremors that racked Xander’s body subsided, Spike leaned in again. "Do you have control? Answer me." Xander gulped and said, "Yes, Spike."

Spike resumed a leisurely pace, stroking Xander gently, going easy on his over-stimulated flesh. He rubbed his own weeping cock against the flat of Xander’s hip, swiftly bringing himself back to a fever pitch. As soon as he felt his own orgasm rising, he sped up his pace and pressed his fingers back into Xander’s ass. A few more strokes and he was at the edge. "Come, Xander. Right now, come with me," he moaned, rubbing the boy’s nub hard. "Oh, fuck, yeah! Fuck!" Spike came with a strangled shout, and Xander groaned and shot all over Spike’s hand and the top part of the bed, his ass clenching strongly against the vampire’s friction-warmed fingers. Xander sagged into Spike’s arms with relief, and Spike pulled his fingers out and carefully laid him down face first on a clean patch of the bed to unlace the gauntlets and remove them.

He shifted Xander over onto his back and cradled the human’s head in his lap. Xander’s eyes were closed, and he was still panting. Spike rubbed his arms, and then reached to unclasp the collar, laying it gently on the bedside table. He shook Xander’s shoulder and said, "Look at me." Xander’s eyes opened languidly, and he looked up at Spike and smiled. The smile was returned. "Go start the shower. I’ll be there in a minute. I want you on your knees in the shower when I get there." Xander’s eyes blinked once and his smile broadened a tiny bit. He rolled off the bed and padded to the bathroom. Spike picked up the phone, dialed 9, hung the phone back up and followed Xander.

Spike entered the walk-in shower to see a breathtaking sight. Xander was kneeling on a thoughtfully provided rubber mat just outside the reach of the cascading water. His eyes were downcast, and his hands were clasped at the small of his back. Spike stepped up to him and urged him under the water with a hand on his shoulder. "Stand up and unclasp your hands," he directed. Xander complied, and Spike tenderly washed his hair and body with the unscented bath supplies. He stepped back to wash his own hair when Xander lightly brushed his head against the vampire’s shoulder. "What is it, Xander? Answer me," Spike said. "Let me," Xander said, and Spike nodded and handed him the shampoo bottle. The slight difference in their height allowed Xander to wash the vampire’s hair without raising his eyes too much, and he washed him gently, fingers skating lightly over Spike’s hard body.

Spike turned off the water, and Xander stepped out of the shower, returning with a towel. He carefully dried Spike, and then went back for another towel for himself. When they exited the shower again, they returned to the main room to find that the bed had been changed and straightened, and that their folded clothing and a large shopping-type bag sat on the end of the bed. They dressed in silence. Spike finished first and walked to the bar. He poured himself another JD and got Xander a glass of juice. They drank in silence and placed the glasses on the bar. Spike gathered the bag and gestured for Xander to precede him from the room. The hall was empty and so was the lobby. They got into Xander’s car, and he drove them back to the apartment.

They sat in silence in the parking lot. Xander could hardly believe that it was only quarter past nine. He sighed, and looked at Spike. "Clean slate, then?" he asked. Spike turned to him and smiled. "Really?" he asked. Xander returned the smile. "Yeah." He hesitated. "Can I ask you a couple of things?" Spike nodded. The human drew in a deep breath. "Did I do OK?’ His tone was uncertain. Spike took in an unneeded breath. "God, Xander – you were… unbelievable. You did great." Xander’s smile was a gorgeous combination of pride and embarrassment.

"How come, through all that we did, you never kissed me?" It was not the question that Spike was expecting. He didn’t know exactly what question he was expecting, but that was not it. He mulled over possible responses in his head and then just went with the truth. "Because you had no choice, Xander, and when we kiss it will be because we both want it, no excuses." Xander thought about that for a moment. Spike had said "when we kiss", not "if we kiss". Spike wanted to kiss him; he just knew it. He had to believe that a guy who wanted to rim you at least wanted to kiss you a little bit.

"OK. What’s in the bag?" Spike handed it to him and he dug through it enthusiastically. It held the leather pants, gauntlets, cock ring and collar, as well as a set of the unscented bath products and a jar of the powder that had been used to assist in the putting on of the trousers. Xander nodded. They sat in silence for a long moment, and then the human turned and opened the car door. He made as if to stand, and then turned back to Spike. "It’s still pretty early. You wanna come up for a beer?" Spike nodded.

They drank a couple of beers each and watched an old monster movie that was on cable. After it was over, Spike rose to leave. Xander walked him to the door. When the vampire reached for the doorknob, Xander intercepted his hand and used it to spin him around and press him up against the door. Just before their lips touched, Xander whispered, "My choice." The kiss was tentative, soft and sweet, and about a thousand times more erotic than anything else they’d done that night. Xander released Spike, and pulled him away from the door. They said goodnight, and Spike headed home. Standing by the door, Xander absentmindedly reached into the back pocket of his jeans. There were two white business cards in the pocket. One of them was the one that Spike had given him with the address of the spa. The other was exactly the same, except it had a phone number and a name scribbled on the back. The name was "Neil". Laughing, Xander tore that one into small pieces and threw it away. He put the other one carefully into his wallet.



End of Part One


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A Note on the Title: Pardon my literary conceit, but in searching for a title I stumbled upon this at www.bartleby.com (I searched with the keyword "hour") and it seemed perfect. The poetry is neither Spike nor Xander’s style (Spike would probably consider Whitman to be a "loud American"), but it seemed fitting.

O something unprov’d!
something in a trance!
O madness amorous!
O trembling!
O to escape utterly from others’ anchors and holds!
To drive free!
to love free!
to dash reckless and dangerous!
To court destruction with taunts—with invitations!
To ascend—to leap to the heavens of the love indicated to me!
To rise thither with my inebriate Soul!
To be lost, if it must be so!
To feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom!
With one brief hour of madness and joy.

From "One Hour to Madness and Joy" Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass