This is what happens when Benaresq starts talking about belly dancing Xander. Many thanks to her as co-writer on this one; she does a lovely Xander. Dedicated to Ephemera, she of the wings and lovely hair. (NC17)
Spike. Tell me again why I'm doing the dishes?"
told you, Xan. You're my slave boy."
you been sniffing Lemon Pledge?"
that furniture polish?"
nodded. "Mom always said that it would make me crazy."
the furniture? Or sniffing it?"
quick, suspicious look at Spike yielded only a smug grin. The
last dish was washed and placed in the drainer before Xander turned
around and propped his hands on his hips. "Okay, Spike. What are
you babbling about?"
just you, me, almond oil... harem pants. But not furniture polish."
Gah. Almond oil! Wait. Harem pants? What the hell?"
life regression, luv. You were made to be my slave." Xander sputtered,
trying to hide his growing, er, interest behind bluster. Spike
just grinned cheerfully and continued. "You know, dancing for
me, feeding me blood dipped figs."
first of all, I'd never be your slave. Second? Figs are gross
even without the blood."
you can feed me grapes or something. Just picture it, luv."
his eyes up tight, Xander shook his head. "Nope, not considering
it. Not at all." That Spike, he came up with the darnedest things.
Silly thought, him being a slave. No way.
course, Spike was still going on and on about it, his voice contemplative.
"I can see it in my head, you know? Some big, fat pillows for
me to recline on, those Persian rug type things, you in a pair
of sparkly gold pants..."
what are you wearing - wait! Not picturing. I don't want to know."
have to wear something suitably sultan-y, wouldn't I? One of those
robes maybe... black with embroidery. With a big, broad belt holding
it closed." Unconsciously (Probably. Who knew?) Spike fingered
his belt, dreamy-eyed.
huh? I suppose you're surrounded by hundreds of slave girls waiting
on your every whim?"
his head, Spike grinned at him. The kind of grin that made his
tummy turn over. "Nah, just you... wear you out, I would."
You do that already." Still sounded intriguing, though. If he
was thinking about it, which he wasn't. "Um, how would you wear
me out? Not that I'm picturing it, or anything."
You're not thinking about it."
not thinking about it, hard. Very, very... and hey! Shut up."
up with the smiling."
right, pet. My teeth make noise sliding across my lips."
an insinuating smile. Don't think I don't know one when I see
one." And it was, too. Very snide. It said all sorts of things
so that Spike didn't have to say them out loud. Made Xander nuts.
too. It's insinuating LOUDLY."
his head, Spike put on a pout. "Wasn't being mean. Was just thinking
I'd make those sparkly gold pants almost see through. But not
quite. Just enough to keep me guessing. Then the dancing. That
hip-rolly kind of dancing so I could leer at you."
wouldn't do it, Spike."
you would. You're the slave, remember?"
"Um, so what would happen if I didn't?"
up from his lazy sprawl on the couch, Spike got very serious.
His voice became an almost subvocal growl. "Then I'd have to beat
Xander waved his hands furiously in front of him. "Uh uh. No way.
only hurt you a little. Nothing that would set off the chip."
I might be seeing this a little."
looked like he was really getting into it. "A belt maybe... just
enough to turn that pretty ass hot and red."
Drifting back toward Spike instead of away, now, like he just
couldn't help himself. "What happens then?"
know. Can't visualize it without your pink butt."
Xander moved even closer. "Well, you could, you know, just for
the sake of visualization." Something bright and greedy flared
in Spike's eyes at the offer, and he worked his belt buckle until
he could pull it out of the loops. He gestured at Xander's clothes,
and Xander stripped down to his boxers, figuring that would simulate
the gauzy pants Spike taunted his imagination with.
Bend over, love, and grab your ankles."
believe I'm doing this, Xander thought. But he did just that,
and Spike laid the first blow of the belt across his ass, and
he almost screamed. More from startlement than anything else;
Spike was holding back his blows so they were more sound than
fury, but his ass warmed under the bite of the leather, and his
cock grew so hard he though it might just explode. By the time
Spike was done, Xander had lost count, and was riding the wave
of pain right into bliss.
stopped. When he spoke, his voice was thick and hoarse. "Then
you decide you might ought to do what you're told."
hard, blood rushing in his ears, Xander straightened, and turned
back to Spike. "Okay. Which would be what?"
Kind of awkward and stiff, because your ass is sore. But you'd
try really hard for me, wouldn't you?"
can do awkward, Xander thought. I'm good at that. Without realizing
it he swayed, grooving on the sound of Spike's voice, not even
trying to deny how totally into the fantasy he was. But then Spike
was into it too, because he reached out and slid one hand around
Xander's hip, helping him find just the right rhythm.
just like that. Does it burn?"
Spike, it burns."
"Good. 'Cause that makes me hot, too. Means I marked you up right."
do you take off your clothes when you're hot? I mean, the sultan
Licking his lips, Spike fiddled with the waistband of his jeans.
"Seems like the thing to do, doesn't it? Open up the clothes to
get some air. Think I'd make you undress me, though. So you could
find out I don't wear anything under the robe."
moving to the beat in his head, Xander closed in on Spike and
reached for his t-shirt, pulling it off over his head. Then he
pulled open the button fly on Spike's jeans and eased them down.
"I see that you really don't wear anything under it... have you
EVER worn underwear? In any incarnation?"
gets up my butt, luv. Do you want to talk about my short clothes,
or about what you do next?"
and completely unconcerned about it, Spike flopped back onto the
couch and planted his feet wide-apart. Staring didn't begin to
cover what Xander was doing. But damn. "Tell me what I do next."
closer, maybe stop dancing, sit at my feet. You'd offer me a cool
drink, maybe feed me some of those finger food, but no figs."
figs are gross."
Are you a vampire sultan? I mean, when you say finger foods..."
would I want to be a human one? Of course I'll be a vampire one.
Not going to eat your fingers. But I'd have to lick them a bit,
maybe suck them, because everything tastes better next to your
skin." Gesturing for him to come forward, Spike took one of Xander's
hands and brought it to his mouth, licking the very tips of his
fingers before sucking them in.
then you wanted me to offer you a drink?"
help cool me off a bit."
so nothing warm then." Just the thought made him breathless, as
the scrape and glide of Spike's tongue on his thumb made him think
of those lips wrapped around something else. Spike just bared
his teeth in a predatory grin.
yet... not so fast, luv."
you are the one in charge, o mighty Sultan Spikebad."
don't you forget it."
yeah. What would your fantabulousity have me do next?"
the drink would taste better off your skin too. But I'm torn here.
Do I drink it from your belly?" And here Spike guided Xander's
hand to his own stomach, just above the boxer shorts he still
wore. "Or maybe the small of your back?" Moving his free hand
around, Spike traced the line of Xander's spine right down to
the tender dimple at the top of his buttocks. "Or should I sip
it from your lips?"
A tiny whimper escaped him, and Xander shook his head, unable
to make a decision.
not helping here. But I think I'd put you on lap, so I could feel
those silky pants rub against my bare skin. Make you sip the drink,
then feed it to me. Such pretty lips you've got." Spike had pretty
lips too, and Xander looked at them until he couldn't take it
anymore. Then he leaned forward and kissed them. Hard. After a
few happy moments of open-mouthed kissing, Spike pulled away,
sucking on Xander's lower lip as he retreated.
Hard to breathe after that, and Xander realized he was indeed
straddling Spike's lap, arms draped around Spike's neck. "Being
your slave does have its perks."
you." The tone was perfectly conceited. And pretty well deserved.
"You could even say I'm motivated. I like this job. How may I
serve the Sultan of Smug farther?"
let you decide." At Xander's incredulous look, Spike chuckled
and dumped him off on the floor. "You want to please me don't
at the soreness in his shins, not to mention his ass, Xander pretended
to consider that. "I guess. Slaves don't have a choice. Just to
feed your enormous ego, I'd probably kneel down in front of you
and admire your naked body. Kind of like this. And then I'd start
with your feet. Rub perfume into them."
"Feet? Oi! No smelly stuff."
Except we don't have perfume, so you'll have to smell like hand
Spike frowned. "I'm a sultan. I should have something spicy."
I could sprinkle come cinnamon on you, but it might make for unpleasant
burning in some places."
"Right. Have to think of tender spots, we do."
a squirt of lotion rubbed into his palms, Xander started petting
Spike's feet. The sound Spike made then was pure happiness. "I'd
do your feet for a little bit, and then ask you to stretch out
on your stomach so I could rub every inch of your skin."
long look from Spike, then he turned over on his belly along the
couch seat. "You are enthusiastic about this aren't you slave
take pride in my work."
me down the ground. I like the feel of your hands on me."
Xander admitted that he liked his hands on Spike too. The skin
was stretched smooth and soft over layers of muscle and bone,
and it felt good to knead and press the tension out.
all wound up. Oh, the stress of a hard day being a sultan. Your
shoulders are tense from the burden of your big head. With the
turban on it, I mean."
snort came from somewhere deep in the couch pillow. "Oh you're
too funny. S'hard work keeping you lot in line."
"Wanna see how hard?"
"Yes. Turn over on your back." And Spike did, into an indolent,
big cat sprawl. "So then I'd rub all over your front too, make
all the hard stuff soft. Except for one place. That one place
I would want to be hard. Because I'd want to..."
Want to what?"
of course." Xander stuck out his tongue and grinned at Spike's
chagrined face. Then Spike looked down at the rest of Xander's
body and shook his head. With a shrug, Spike wrapped a hand around
his cock to stroke it. From his vantage point kneeling on the
floor, Xander had an excellent view of the proceedings.
think so. Not for long. You'd want to keep going."
Xander watched those slender fingers move up and down. Up and
down. "I would. Keep going, I mean. If you kept doing what you're
doing, with the stroking, and the dripping, and the... unh. If
you kept doing that I would have to." Sticking his tongue out
again, Xander put it to good use, leaning forward and licking
at the head of Spike's cock where it stuck up over his fist.
was a hitch in Spike's voice when he spoke again. "You know what
would happen then?"
tell you to take off those spangly pants." Putting on his best
Sultan voice, Spike snapped, "Take them off, slave!"
actually made him jump, and he raised his head to look Spike in
the eye. "As you command, master." He stood, and shucked off his
underwear, leaving him naked to Spike's consuming look. Making
him feel oddly vulnerable. His cheeks burned with a mixture of
embarrassment and excitement when Spike patted his thighs in an
obvious command for Xander to straddle them. But straddle them
he did, and Xander moaned when Spike reached out with one finger
to trace his aching cock.
for me, slave boy?"
into the touch, Xander gasped and nodded. "All of me is for you,
boy. Now get the lotion."
was just what he did, leaning down and picking the bottle up off
the floor. He handed to Spike, who copied Xander's earlier motions
and liberally coated both hands with the slick stuff. Then he
reached around and massaged Xander's sore ass.
God you're good to me."
Hold that thought, luv." And Spike slipped a finger inside Xander's
body. No resistance, no difficulty. Just slid right in, and Xander
wriggled happily. For long minutes Xander was lost in the glide
and burn of Spike's fingers preparing him, and the cooling feel
of Spike's skin on his abraded ass. Until suddenly Spike withdrew,
and he felt empty.
a hand on either side of Xander's hips, Spike said, "Ride me,
to ignore the way his cock jumped, Xander rolled his eyes and
sighed. "If you insist, master." For his trouble he got a stinging
slap on the ass that made him start. Not waiting for further retribution,
he positioned Spike against him, then sat back and took him inside
in a series of not so smooth jerks. They both moaned. Loudly.
god, luv... so tight."
wide, by Spike, and Xander could barely think. "I love your cock,
Spike. Love it in me." And he did. Moving slowly at first, relishing
the feel of Spike's hard flesh filling him until he thought he
would split apart. Then faster, bunching up the muscles in his
thighs and bouncing, listening to Spike's little grunts of pleasure.
Felt Spike's hands tighten on his hips to guide the motion, and
all he could do was hold on as they went barreling into the pleasure,
hard and fast.
catch and slide of Spike's cock was unbelievable, and Xander pressed
down hard to take in every fraction of an inch. Deeper than he
even knew his body could be, and Spike was pumping up and up and
reaching for Xander's painful dick, and it made his eyes roll
back in his head, and he just surrendered to it completely.
Spike panted, and Xander pried his eyes open to see that Spike
hadn't closed his, was watching him with an intensity that should
scare him, but it didn't. And when Spike snarled and pulsed hard
into his body Xander lost it to, leaving milky splashes of himself
on Spike's pretty skin. Unable to hold himself up anymore, Xander
collapsed, and Spike caught him, and they shared an exhausted,
wet kiss. Xander snuggled as close to Spike as he could, trying
and failing to crawl inside his skin, and Spike petted his hair
like he knew exactly how he felt.
do a good slave, pet."
Xander laughed weakly. "You think?"
just remember you can have more than one past life."
I just had this flashback to a life where I was a High Priest
and you were the temple whore...."
time, luv. Next time."
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