Written forsevendeadlyfun, my illustrious co-mod at feedmykink, who wanted a little daddy!kink.

PAIRING: Spike/Xander
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Xander enjoys his vampire babysitting duties much more than he anticipated... Yeah, who am I kidding? Not a lot of plot here, just a little daddy!kink for a Sunday afternoon.

Spectacular Pain In The Ass

by
Spank Spike

"Yes, Daddy." Spike's voice was pitched low, words muffled by his forearms where his face was pressed to them, hands braced on the cold marble counter as he tried to hold himself steady under the onslaught from behind.

Winding fingers into gel-crunchy strands of platinum hair, Xander released a slim hip and brought his palm down on Spike's already reddened bottom with a loud crack. He grunted with satisfaction as the imprint of his hand stood out in stark relief to the porcelain-pale flesh surrounding it. It was so fucking hot, marking that perfect flesh, that Xander smacked the cool cheek again, running his fingertips over his marks, enjoying the way he could make the vampire's cold skin feel warm.

The tendons in Spike's neck stood out clearly as his head was pulled back hard, hair trapped in one of Xander's big hands. The vampire cried out at the repeated blows to his already sensitized bottom, wondering if he wasn't pleasing his daddy.

"Am I not a good boy, Daddy?" Spike pouted, pink lips poked out as Xander twisted the vampire's head so he could look at his face.

That pout almost sent Xander over the edge earlier than he wanted and he had to hold himself still for a moment, moving both hands back to the vampire's narrow waist, stroking the cool skin soothingly as he regained control. "Not a bad boy - Daddy just loves to see his handprint on your ass."

A shiver passed through Spike's body, making him press his ass back harder, nails scratching at the sink counter as he tried to get more of the thick cock that had ceased its delicious pistoning action inside him. "Love that mark. Makes my arse yours, Daddy."

"Shit… Spike," Xander mumbled, unable to gather his thoughts with Spike saying things like that to him. He stood, frozen in place while the vampire writhed beneath him, circling his hips and using his muscles to grip Xander's cock and pull it in deeper.

He sucked in a sharp breath as the combination of those fluttering, grasping muscles working over his dick and Spike's dirty mouth nearly made him come regardless of how tightly he was trying to hold onto the reins of his orgasm. In an attempt to focus his attention elsewhere, Xander reached around Spike's body, wrapping rough fingers around the vampire's cock and pulling hard, palm sliding easily on the pre-come slickened length as he worked it. He screwed his eyes tightly shut, trying not to look at the pale body fucking itself wantonly on his dick, knowing that sight would do nothing for his already tenuous grip on his self-control.

"Please," the vampire's voice was half-whine, half-purr as he begged so prettily that Xander had to open his eyes again. Spike's head twisted around to meet Xander's eyes, pink lips poked out enticingly again. "Please, Daddy. Open me up with that big prick of yours. Mark me on the inside like you've marked my arse. Make it burn."

"Spread those legs wider," Xander growled, kicking Spike's one booted foot with his own tennis shoe as Spike scrambled to comply. "Daddy'll give you what you want."

The vampire's bare left foot slid on the crumpled up bathmat as he opened himself wider to Xander, nearly tripping on the boot he'd kicked off in his haste to make his ass easily accessible to his lover. Grunting at the discarded boot that was in his way, Spike instead shuffled the other foot to the side, black jeans trailing from where they were still shoved down around that ankle and trapped by the single shoe he still wore. He cried out, eyes rolling back in his head as all the wiggling mercilessly rubbed the head of Xander's prick over his prostate.

The pale form scrambling to follow his orders made the memory of the first time this had happened come crashing back into Xander's mind. He remembered being stuck babysitting the irritating blond vampire who had, of course, refused to follow any of his instructions. When he'd finally had enough of the childish disobedience and screamed at Spike, using the same line he'd heard fall from his mother's lips a million times when he was a kid - Xander had been shocked at Spike's reaction.

He'd sworn to punish Spike with a spanking and there'd been no mistaking the challenge in the vampire's blue eyes when Xander had made the threat. Spike's reply had been to dare the young man to do just that, saying Xander didn't have the stones to take him in hand that way.

Xander hadn't been completely sure if stones and balls were the same thing - but what he did know was that either way he had them, and he certainly wasn't going to listen to some de-fanged, bite-less, pathetic excuse for a vampire say otherwise.

Xander had hauled the struggling vampire over his lap, dropping onto the closed toilet seat as he made good on his threat and paddled Spike like a misbehaving toddler. His memory was still fuzzy on the point where the spanking had turned into something other than punishment, but Xander would put it somewhere right around the time that Spike, whether inadvertently or intentionally, had called him Daddy. The rest of the incident was a flurry of activity, Spike grinding against Xander's lap, cock hard and rubbing on an erection that Xander could never quite remember getting.

And then the clothes had started to come off.

He did, however, remember the end of it. Spike right where he was now, bent over the sink as Xander slammed into him from behind.

"Harder, daddy… please…" Spike begged, alternately snapping his hips forward to drive his leaking cock into Xander's tight fist and then back to work Xander's prick even deeper inside him, ass grinding against the body behind him.

Back in the present, Xander responded to the mewling pleas of the vampire, fucking him harder as requested. He slammed home again and again; knees bent to find the place that he knew made Spike shake if Xander could punch into it with the wide head of his cock. Noticing that his mark was fading from the vampire's white cheek, he released Spike's cock and smacked his ass hard several times, nails of his other hand digging into the bony groove of hip he held to as he continued pounding into the vampire's body with a relentless rhythm.

Crying out at the loss of friction, Spike reached for his own prick, scraping over the head with his nails and roughly grasping the length. He stroked, hand a blur as he jerked himself frantically, foreskin moving slickly to and fro over the purple head as he neared orgasm.

The sight of Spike so anxious to come, spurred on by the way Xander was fucking him, was enough to send a sizzle up Xander's spine. He reached around the vampire's body once more, eyes fixed on his own handprint showing up bright red on the pale skin, as he covered Spike's hand with his own.

The vampire's immediate response was to try and remove his own hand, allowing Xander to take over as he always did, letting the other man be in charge of the moment when he would allow Spike to come.

"No," Xander grunted, fingers lacing with Spike's own and tightening both hands on the turgid flesh. "Together."

"Daddy… daddy… daddy… daddy…" Spike's words became a chant as he and Xander pulled his cock in unison.

"Come with Daddy," Xander mumbled, thighs trembling, sac tightening as his orgasm loomed.

The first spurt came from Spike, seed spilling over their joined hands, hips jerking like he was being electrocuted. As his passage clenched on Xander's cock, they both cried out, Spike mumbling something about being so full as Xander groaned encouragement. The last of the vampire's seed spattered over his tangled jeans as Xander's sweaty forehead pressed to his shoulder blades, rolling from side to side, the final spasms of Spike's orgasm milking Xander's cock almost painfully dry.

A door slamming on the first floor had Xander standing upright, breath still coming in pants as his ears pricked up, panic evident on the reflected image of his face in the bathroom mirror. "Shit, Spike - they're home!"

Spike's only reply was a groan as Xander jerked a still mostly hard cock from inside him, ignoring the trickle of come from the vampire's ass as he tried to maneuver the last of his erection back inside his jeans. By the time he was looking around frantically, trying to find somewhere to wipe the drying vampire come from his fingers, Xander realized the former owner of said come had yet to move from his place bent over the bathroom counter.

"The hell, Spike? Get dressed. Now. Hurry!" Not finding anywhere else, sink still blocked by a worn-out vampire, Xander ran his hand inside the decorative guest towels hanging from the rack next to the sink - wiping Spike's come on the same embroidered terry squares that Giles had expressly warned him and the other scoobies never to touch.

"Don't wanna," Spike mumbled, sounding close to falling asleep.

"Wh-what?" Xander's eyes bugged as he heard someone moving around downstairs, knowing they could find themselves with unwelcome company at any moment. He decided to try a different road, "Daddy wants you to get dressed. Right now!"

"Uh-uh," Spike pouted, looking at Xander over his shoulder, head resting on his forearms again, blue eyes sleepy. "Too tired and too…" he glanced toward the come oozing from his still spread ass and running down his inner thigh, "… sticky."

"Daddy wants you to get dressed and get back into the bathtub so he can chain you up… before anyone comes up here and we get into trouble… for doing what I'm not supposed to be doing… with you… and everyone finds out what's been going on… before Giles figures out those spots on his bathmat aren't really spilled hand lotion…"

The fact that Spike clearly had no intention of moving, and their impending discovery, had sent Xander's babble-gene into overdrive.

Raising an eyebrow, Spike smirked, "Daddy stuff won't work, pet. Game's over now that everyone's got their end away - innit?"

Xander flapped his hands, flailing for an idea, "If someone comes up here and finds you like that we're both gonna be in big trouble."

Standing up, swiping a hand though the come on his thigh and wiping it on the same towel Xander had used, Spike shrugged, "Don't much care 'bout anyone discoverin' us - especially not your bird. Not my problem if you can't keep your prick in your pants is it? 'Sides, 'm not the one who's all involved. I'm a free agent."

Xander stood gaping at Spike as the vampire continued speaking more to himself than to the man who he'd just been calling Daddy. "Can hardly blame you for havin' a go at my sweet arse now can she? Think she'd like a turn herself - might even fancy a three-way. That one…"

Cutting Spike's fantasy of Xander/Anya/Vampire three-ways short, Xander tried to be the voice of reason as he squatted in front of Spike and forced the vampire's bare foot back into his damp jeans. "What if it's not Anya down there, Spike? Could be Giles. Did you ever think of that?"

"And?" Spike shrugged. "What's the old watcher gonna do if he does find out his only boy scooby's been violating their pet demon - watch me to death?" Spike snorted, amused by his own retort.

Before Xander could come up with a better incentive for the half-naked vampire who now had both legs in his jeans no-thanks to himself, a voice called from Giles' living room, "Xander? You up there?"

"Buffy," Xander whispered her name as if she might have Superman's hearing and know her name was being whispered from behind a closed door that was separated from her location by not only a full flight of stairs, but also a long, carpeted highway. "Spike - it's Buf…"

His voice trailed off as he turned to find the vampire who only moments before had been lounging against Giles' bathroom counter, cock hanging out as if he hadn't a worry in the world, scrambling to get himself righted. Spike was fastening his belt with one hand and hopping on one foot so he could force his other foot into his discarded boot. The vampire barely had his cock tucked away as he dived back into the bathtub, righting himself as he wound the heavy chains around his own chest.

"A little help?" Spike's panicked response broke Xander's trance.

"But?" Xander was shaking his head in confusion, having forgotten just how fast a vampire could move when motivated. He reached to snap the lock that would fasten the chains around Spike's extended wrists back into place, "I thought you didn't care if anyone found us."

"Said I didn't care if your bint or the watcher found us," Spike jiggled the chains to make sure Xander had them locked up tight.

"Has Spike been keeping you busy again?" Buffy's voice came from the top of the stairs as Spike settled back into the tub as if he'd never moved from the place the slayer had left him.

"But?" Xander wasn't clear on Spike's reasoning and that was totally distracting him from the fact that Buffy would be opening the bathroom door in mere moments.

"It's the slayer, you berk," Spike hissed at him, eyes narrowed. "Might be up your alley - but I don't fancy havin' my arse kicked so soon after such a spectacular shag."

"Oh," Xander nodded, "you're afraid of Buffy."

As Spike looked scandalized by the suggestion that he was actually afraid of the small blonde slayer currently heading their direction, they both heard Buffy's voice from the hallway outside the bathroom. "I warned Spike not to be a pain in your ass."

Xander's eyes flew wide as the last thing Spike had said to him finally sunk in. Had Spike just said that Xander's shagging skills were...?

"Did you just say spectacular?" Xander's question was much louder than it should have been, but how could he help himself when someone, something, some vampire, as experienced as Spike was had just praised his sex skills?

"Spectacular?" Buffy pulled a face as she opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. "I said pain in your ass. Why would I say Spike was being spectacular?"

"Uhm… uhm…" Xander babbled, eyes swinging from Spike's to Buffy's and back again.

Shaking her head as if Xander rarely made sense, Buffy sighed. "Seriously, Xan, spectacular and pain in your ass don't sound anything alike. Maybe you should get your hearing checked before I let you patrol again. You're liable to get yourself killed if you can't hear any better than that."

"I… I…" Xander couldn’t think of any reply at all, much less a sensible one. "I mean… uhm… I…"

Glaring at Spike, Buffy pointed an accusatory finger at the chained vampire, "Okay - what'd you do to break Xander?"

Xander looked on helplessly as Spike managed to look both smug and innocent at the same time.

"Don't blame me, Slayer." He shrugged, "Was your boy here doin' all the damage if I remember rightly. Point of fact, he was the one who was makin' with the being a pain in the ass."

"What?" Buffy's face screwed up in confusion.

"Nothing!" Xander finally managed to find his big boy voice again. "Pain in the ass - just like you said. Kept me up here most of the day with all the racket he was making."

"Racket?" Buffy narrowed her eyes at Spike, not requiring much convincing to believe he'd made a nuisance of himself. "I warned you, Spike."

"Yeah," Xander nodded as he took Buffy's arm and led her out of the room. "It's okay though, he's already been punished."

"You punished him?" Buffy blinked up at Xander in surprise as he reached behind them to close the door.

"Yep, took care of it myself." He risked a glance at the vampire's furious face before the door clicked shut, raising his voice un-necessarily as he and Buffy made their way down the hall toward the stairs. "You should have heard the way he was begging for it."

The End

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