You've Got Male
Xander woke up early, but he wasn't happy about it. The hotel bed was too big, and the spot next to him too empty, while the crisp sheets were a far cry from the soft flannel ones on his own bed at home. But at least he could take some comfort in knowing that this was the last morning he had to wake up in a bed that wasn't his without his lover beside him.
"Five days is just too long for any conference," he grumbled as he headed into the bathroom. After he'd showered and shaved, he turned his laptop on. Spike had sent emails several times since he'd been gone, and they never failed to lift his spirits. Sure enough, there were several in his inbox, with times in the subject line. "What are you up to now?" Xander muttered, double clicking on the one marked READ THIS FIRST.
Good morning, boy -
Xander sat staring at the email for several minutes after he read it. He'd known his lover was evil, sure, but this? Was beyond diabolical. He checked the times listed, somehow not surprised to see that the first was still two hours away - no sense wasting a good long anticipation, after all. With a sigh, Xander shut off the computer and slid it into his bag, then headed off for the first lecture.
Two mind and butt-numbing hours later, he was one of the first out of the conference room. They had fifteen minutes, and he hoped it was long enough to read his email and do as directed. He powered up and logged on, then unzipped his pants and began to lightly stroke himself while he read.
"Holy fuck," Xander whispered. He'd had to stop stroking about three paragraphs in, squeezing the base of his dick so he didn't flagrantly disobey orders and come his brains out right then and there. And knowing that there were three more of these... "He's trying to kill me."
Spike didn't write often, despite Xander's assertion that he could almost certainly earn some pretty hefty money if he started submitting erotica. Probably had something to do with his image, big bad vampires didn't write porn for cash, or some such. Personally, Xander was happy to keep this talent to himself, even if it was currently being used to make him insane.
A glance at the clock showed that he had to leave right away if he didn't want to sneak in late. Holding his breath, the brunet eased his hand away, praying that his control would hold. It did, but there was no time to deal with his erection, so he aligned it carefully along the front of his pants, trapping the head under his waistband, and pulled a jacket on to hopefully make the untucked shirt look a little more casual chic than messy teenager. He logged off and packed the computer up, then hurried as quickly as possible back to the meeting room.
To say that the rest of the morning was uncomfortable would've been the world's greatest understatement. While the seminar had been boring from the word go, the first part at least had been bearable. But then he hadn't been sitting through it with an erection that wouldn't go away and images of himself on his knees in front of Spike, and that definitely made a difference.
The hours until the lunch break dragged on forever, making Xander wonder if one of those time-warp demons he'd heard about had somehow snuck in for the estimation lecture, although he couldn't imagine them being able to stand more than about three seconds of it. He wondered if there were demon contractors, and if there were, if they had to worry about paperwork and clients who made unreasonable demands or suppliers who couldn't read order slips so always sent the wrong thing...
Shaking his head with a grin, he told himself he'd ask Spike about it when he got home. Then he noticed people around him getting up, so they must've wrapped the talk up when he wasn't paying attention. How long had he been daydreaming? Deciding it didn't matter, he hurried to gather up his bag and jacket, then all but ran back to his room. Once there, he yanked his pants open, sighing with relief at the sense of freedom. He curled his hand around his dick and squeezed it once, then went to log on and see what new torture waited for him.
You're hard at work on the bookshelves when I come into the garage. Newspaper is strewn in pieces over the floor and the scent of cut lumber mingles with the wood stain that's drying on the finished parts. I lean against the door and watch you for a minute, watch the muscles slide under your skin as you move and think about how they feel sliding under my hands before I step inside and walk over to you.
He was still gaping at the words that had threatened to set him on fire when his cell phone rang. Without taking his eyes off the screen or his hand off his dick, he managed to fumble for it and flip it open, answering it absentmindedly, "Harris here."
A low chuckle rolled out of the receiver, the sound shooting straight to his balls. "Sound a mite distracted, pet. Guessin' you got my emails, then."
"You know I did, you evil bastard," he panted.
"Yeah, but wanted to make sure, didn't I? You been strokin' yourself, luv? Got that pretty cock all hard an' hot for me?" Spike's voice dropped to a silken purr, and Xander moaned. The vampire apparently took that it was the assent it was meant to be, because he continued. "Can just picture you all spread out for me. Tell me about it, pet. Touch yourself an' tell me about it."
"God, Spike," he moaned, slowly stroking, keeping his grip loose so he wouldn't accidentally lose it. "I'm so hard, feels like I've been hard forever. And what you wrote- fuck, I wanna come sooooo bad."
"Liked that, did you? Which part was your favorite?" There was amusement in the vampire's voice, but also a rising arousal.
"All of it, but especially the bookcase. Just the thought of you teasing me like that, whispering that kinda stuff, using me- God, please, Spike!"
"Not yet, luv. Liked the thought of bein' my little fucktoy, huh? Like picturin' me usin' you to get off, leavin' you hungry an' needy, yeah?"
"Yeah. Had to- had to stop a couple of times cause I was so close to coming."
Spike swore and Xander heard the faint rustle of cloth in the background. Then a husky voice whispered, "Tell me about it, luv."
"That first email got me hard right away, but the others... Jesus, it was like you hooked right up to my dirtiest fantasies. Like you knew exactly what would send me right over the edge. I got so close reading about sucking you and cleaning you up- had to wrap my hand around the base of my dick of I would've been gone right there. And I didn't have time to try and calm down, had to just work it back into my jeans even though I was still so hard it almost hurt..."
Spike moaned. "Yeah, that's it. So hard for me, weren't you, pet?"
"Fuck, yeah. Wanted to get on the next plane home, probably would've if this weren't the last day." Xander whimpered and thrust up into his hand. "I was so hard when they sent us to lunch I could barely walk up here, and I couldn't wait, just ripped my jeans open, had to get my cock out and touch it... Can't wait to get back, need you so bad... please, Spike, lemme come."
"Uh-uh, gotta wait for it. Gonna fuck you sooo hard when you get in, tie you down to the bed an' make you scream for me." Spike was beginning to pant now, the faint sound of a hand moving over slick flesh drifting along the phone lines only amplifying Xander's torture.
"Shit!" he gasped, just barely staving off a climax, his hand clamping down hard on his cock. "Fuck, Spike, you nearly made me come just thinking about that. I can't wait, need to feel you inside me, need to taste you, wanna come. I'm so hard, not gonna get soft all day after this. You know that, right?"
Another moan, long and low, the kind he knew meant the vampire was close. "Thinkin' about you like that... holdin' your cock an' tryin' not to come... can just see it in your hand, so fuckin' gorgeous... ohhhhh Christ, wanna fuck you, pet..."
The sound of his lover's pleasure was twisting him up in knots. Xander moaned along with Spike and whispered, "Come for me, Spike. I want to hear it. I'm sitting here on my bed holding my cock and thinking about you, wishing you were here so I could show you how badly I need it, so I could lick you or suck you... anything just to touch you."
"Yeah... suck me off an' lick me clean," he gasped, his voice deepening into little more than a growl. "Then bend you over an' fuck you over an' over again, make you beg me for it before I let you- Gonna come, pet. Give it alllll to you, shit! Fuck, yeah!!"
Xander never knew how he escaped coming right along with him. His grip tightened, the pain that should've thrown him out of his haze serving only to heighten it. He hung on somehow, and the crooned, "Good boy. Gonna give you a special treat for that, luv," on the other end of the line made it worth it. The warm flush that always came with pleasing Spike rose up inside him, and he whispered, "Thank you, Sir."
"You're welcome, pet. Gotta get goin' soon, though, or you'll be late."
"I know." A lump rose in his throat at the thought of saying good-bye. Knowing he was so close to going home somehow made it harder to wait out the last few hours, made it harder to get off the phone and go back to the lecture instead of just heading straight for the airport.
"Hey." Spike's voice was soft and tender, a tone that only a few people ever heard. "You'll be home tonight, luv. Changed the flight like I told you to, didn't you?"
"So you'll be fine. I'll see you soon as you get home. Already told the girls not to expect to see us for several days, seein' as we have time to make up."
Xander smiled. "Looking forward to it. All right, time to get back to the boring drywall demonstrations."
"Love you, pet."
"Love you, Master." He pressed the button to end the call, grinning at the groan he'd heard before the vampire hung up. That word always got to them both, the single proof of Spike's power never failing to raise the hairs on the back of Xander's neck and bring about a dark gleam in the Spike's eyes. Xander wasn't above using it to his advantage, either- he'd discovered that if it was breathed in Spike's ear, it could end a research session with astonishing speed.
He put himself to rights as best he could, although he suspected that it wouldn't take much of a glance at his slightly rumpled clothes to tell that he'd been up to something during his lunch break. Of course, the ear to ear grin might prove an even greater giveaway...
He'd died and gone to hell. That was the only explanation for this. Xander stared at the stage with glazed eyes, knowing he should be paying attention to the demonstration, but there could've been Fyarl demons up there giving the talk for all he knew. He couldn't stop thinking about Spike, picturing the vampire laying in their bed, his skin standing out in stark contrast to the crisp blue sheets, one hand cradling the phone while the other stroked his dick. Or had he called from the study? He thought about Spike lounging in the chair at his desk, swivelling it around as he unzipped and pulled himself out, just like when Xander was home and Spike wanted a quickie. No skin then, just the hard shaft that jutted up from the black jeans, and a slender hand that would've curled around it and made him come.
Xander bit his lip to hide a moan and shifted in his seat, hoping the movement came off as that of a bored and restless man rather than an almost unbearably aroused one. He'd tried everything he could think of since he'd returned from his lunch break - he'd gone over cost analysis tables in his head, mentally recited the names and traits of every demon species he could think of, tried picturing Giles in a bikini... but just when he thought he had it under control, he'd think about how that last bonus had been spent, or discover that somehow he was thinking about vampire stamina, or remembering how Spike had looked in that little leather thong, and he'd have to start all over. He was beginning to think that the need to come was going to kill him and then he wouldn't ever get home.
When the break was announced, he all but ran for the bathroom. He couldn't think of going back to his room this time, not when he didn't trust himself. He didn't know if he could keep from coming if he was alone in his room, laying on the bed with his hand wrapped around his dick, his mind filled with thoughts of Spike and whatever he'd written about this time. But he couldn't keep from wanting to see what the next email contained - he wasn't ready to give up on the game yet, and Spike would be disappointed if he disobeyed such a simple order as reading email. So he slipped into the very last stall and shoved his jeans down around his ankles, almost sobbing with relief when his cock sprang free. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Xander pressed the email button and started to scroll down, his hand straying down to slowly stroke himself while he read.
I haven't been able to take my eyes off you for the last ten minutes. I love watching you work out, seeing the sweat glisten on your skin before it slides down in tiny beads that tempt any thinking being to come lick them up. I like seeing you push yourself on the treadmill, knowing that you're testing your stamina to make sure it will stand up to my demands, but watching you lift is the highlight of these trips, and I always make sure I have a good seat for it.
Xander stared blankly at the screen as he finished reading. He could taste blood in his mouth where he'd bitten his tongue to keep quiet, his entire body ached from the strain of holding back, his dick throbbed against his palm, and he didn't think he'd ever been this turned on. "Evil," he muttered. "Goddamn evil vampire." His cock pulsed as though agreeing with that statement, a trickle of precome wetting his hand. He sighed and reached for the toilet paper, cleaning himself up as best he could before he somehow forced his hard-on back into his jeans.
Reminding himself that the day was almost over, he shoved his phone in his pocket emerged from the stall and walked over to the sink. He washed up and checked his watch, groaning softly when he saw there was still at least another three hours to go. But after that... after that, he was going home! Xander adjusted himself one more time and headed back to the conference room, already mentally counting the minutes until he saw his vampire again.
The written word, in the right hands, is a deadly weapon
Apparently there was still some mercy in the universe, because the last talk ended early. Xander hurried back to his room, eager to get everything packed before he checked his email again. With an hour before he had to leave for the airport, he thought he'd have plenty of time, but he hadn't reckoned on his vampire's particular brand of sadism. When his cell phone rang, he automatically answered it. "Whoever this is, I can't talk right-"
"Didn't say you could talk, pet." There was a sharp note in Spike's voice that shut him up and threatened to take him to his knees right there in the hotel room. "In fact, I'd prefer you just listened. You got that?"
"Good. Now, you're gonna get ready to go an' head for the airport. I was gonna let you read your last letter before the plane boarded, but I'm thinkin' you need a reminder who's in charge, here. So you'll wait until you're in the air, then open it. Rules still stand, so I'll expect your hand around that pretty cock of yours while you take in every last word. An' if I find out you disobeyed me, you'll be bound up for the next month. Is all that clear?"
Xander swallowed, fighting back the moan that filled his throat. When he could speak, he croaked out, "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy. Come straight home soon as the plane lands. An' don't think we won't be addressin' the way you answered the phone, either."
Xander groaned as Spike hung up the phone, leaving him standing in the middle of his room, weak-kneed and hard enough to cut glass. He reached down to adjust his erection, giving it a little squeeze before turning back to his packing, moving a little slower now. When the shuttle bus to the airport called up, he was more than ready to leave.
Security at the airport was its usual mind-numbing hassle. Xander looked at the uniformed man watching the people pass through the metal detector and silently gave thanks that he'd managed to escape joining their ranks. He might come home tired and aching at the end of the day, but it was in the pursuit of something he genuinely loved, and he counted his pains as markers of a job well done. Somehow he doubted these guys could really say the same. He'd remembered to take his piercings out so he didn't set the metal detector off this time- once a trip was more than enough, and he didn't think he'd ever be able to go through the security check at LAX again without major embarrassment.
After some more waiting around at the gate, his flight was announced. Xander gathered his bags, more grateful than ever that Spike had insisted on upgrading his ticket to first class. He hadn't made a big deal about it on the trip out, but it was more welcome than he could imagine on the way back... especially with his 'special instructions'. As he settled into his seat and slid his carry-on under his feet, he made a note to give his vampire a very big thank you for it. The thought of seeing him again was creating a knot in his stomach, a pleasant warm curl of anticipation that made him jittery and at the same time gave him the first sense of calm he'd had in days.
He asked a flight attendant for a blanket as soon as they'd levelled out, then fished his laptop out and logged on while he waited for her to bring it over. His seatmate was another business traveller, looking decidedly less happy to be on the flight than Xander. They'd exchanged a brief nod and a little idle conversation before the other man reclined his seat and started snoring. Xander pulled his blanket around himself after the girl brought it back, assured her that he didn't need anything else, then reached up to turn the overhead light off. The screen glowed in the dim cabin, but he wasn't too worried about someone looking over his shoulder, not when almost everyone was either nodding off or reading their own books. He slouched down in his seat, clicked Read and slid one hand under the blanket.
We've just finished dinner and you've been sent to prepare yourself for the evening. I put a movie on, then sit down on the couch and wait for you. It doesn't take long until you crawl out into the living room, wearing just your leather harness. I love watching you move in that, always want to lick you all over when you wear it, and the little smile you give me tells me you know that. I beckon you over until you're kneeling in front of me, then reach out to run a hand through your hair.
Xander's jaw dropped, his eyes widening at the last sentence. Fuck, did that mean what he thought it did? Was Spike really going to do this, or was it just because he knew how hard Xander got off on it and he wanted to twist the screws a little bit tighter? He squeezed his cock, feeling it pulse and leak precome at the thought of his Master's fangs in his neck, claiming and marking him for everyone to see.
I run my hands over your chest and shoulders, savoring the feeling of leather straps and skin. Your nipples tighten when I tug lightly on the hoops through them, and the sight makes me remember how beautiful you were stretched out on the table at the shop, hard and almost ready to come just from the piercing. I cup your jaw and lean down to kiss you, tongue stroking over your lips before slipping inside. You make my head swim when you whimper and rock against me before I hold you still.
Xander squirmed in his seat, his hand slowly moving up and down his cock, petting it with a featherlight touch rather than stroking. He was already close, and Spike's comments about their relationship, about his... well, his slavery, really, had sent him right to the edge. But he had to hold back, couldn't come, couldn't disappoint Spike. Teeth sank into his lip and he tasted blood, the faint copper tang a bittersweet reminder of his absent lover, the small pain bringing him back to himself. When he trusted that he wasn't going to lose it with the first word, he started reading again.
Tonight's not about punishment, though, so I give you one more pinch, a single firm stroke and then bring my hands up to stroke your hair while I kiss you again. You're like a drug, and I keep coming back for one more taste, one more hit to tide me over until I can get my next fix. I run my hands back up your chest, then start unhooking the harness, stroking each strap over your skin before letting it fall to the floor. When just the cockring remains, I pull you up to your feet, scoot forward on the couch, and take you into my mouth.
Xander bit back a moan at the thought of Spike coming as soon as he got inside him. It was a kink of his, had been one of his fantasies for some time, and he wasn't about to wonder how the vampire had found out, not when he got this kind of writing out of it. He pressed his hips up into his hand, trying his best to be as discreet as possible, trying not to think about how good his dick felt in his fist, how slick with precome he was and how he was bursting to come.
Just when you're ready to scream, I start to move. I rock a little at first, then begin to fuck you with long, slow strokes, sliding almost completely out of you before I slam back in hard. Over and over again, each time a little faster, a little harder until you're begging and I can feel the need rising in both of us. I push your legs back to open you up further and start really fucking you, hips working hard and fast, taking what I need while I watch the desperation in your eyes. Moaning, I tell you about how good you feel, how I've wanted this all day and how tomorrow I'm going to fuck you awake and spend hours balls deep in you.
Xander's eyes widened as he thought about Spike jerking off while he wrote the email. He pressed his hand down harder in his lap and that was all that was needed. His dick twitched and then pulsed hard as he started to come. It felt like he came for hours, and he knew it had to be several minutes that he sat frozen in his seat, locked in ecstasy as he shot over and over again, coating the inside of his pants with come. When his climax finally eased its grip, leaving him weak and red-faced, he reached a shaking hand out to turn off his computer, only then noticing the last few lines of the email.
Neither do I. You buck under me and come when I do, and as you start to ease back down to earth, you feel me smiling against your new mark. My boy will need to be punished, and I know exactly how I want to do it. Get some rest on the plane. I'll see you on the ground, luv.
"Fuck," he whispered, checking his watch. A grin spread across his face when he saw the time. Only half an hour, then the plane would be on the ground and he could go home to his vampire.
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