Becoming

Chapter 10

Patience



Xander hit the bed with a manly eep and Spike had looked down at him with that evil glint in his eye, the one that said ‘I know everything you want me to do to you and I’m gonna do it and then some’. Xander swallowed hard and let his eyes roam over the prize he had in front of him. The idea of a lifetime screwing Spike left him rock hard and desperate to start, he reached forward intent on grabbing Spike and dragging him down to the bed but Spike jumped back at Xander’s movement so he was out of reach. “Now pet, patience is a virtue ya know and I think we should work on building your ability to resist the urge. S’not like your always gonna be able to get some straight away and you need to learn some control” he said with a smirk that left Xander panting, “huh?” “Well luv, imagine you’re at work, it’s the middle of the day and those pesky UV rays mean that I’m stuck indoors. All of a sudden the urge creeps up on ya, whadd’ya do? Can’t come to me, you’re at work and I can’t come to you on account of you not being able to have sex with a heap of ashes. You’re gonna have to hold off until you get home right?” Xander shook his head to clear it and realised Spike was right, and with how often he thought about sex, Christ he wouldn’t be able to leave Spike’s side until he got this under some sort of control. “Uh yeah, I suppose so. So how do we do this?” Spike grinned again and Xander moaned at the sight, “thought you’d never ask pet”.





Spike crossed the room to the wardrobe and flung the doors open rummaging inside for something, he gave a crow of triumph and withdrew clutching a handful of Xander’s ties. He sauntered to the bed and crooned “do you trust me Xander?” Xander shivered as he realised what Spike was going to do, swallowing he said in a voice that sounded embarrassingly high “yeah, with my life. You know that Spike”, “yeah, but s’nice to hear it” Spike quipped as he dropped his head down and licked a line across one of Xander’s nipples. Xander’s hands flew to clutch at Spike but the vampire was too quick and grabbed them in his own. “Nuh uh, I told you pet, patience” he growled before straddling Xander and pushing his hands up to the headboard. Xander felt the cool silk of his ties around his wrists and then as Spike slid down his body and tugged off the sleep pants he arched upwards, the restraints only served to make him hotter and he tried to move again just to feel them restricting him. He felt Spike secure his ankles to the bottom of the bed and realised he was fully restrained, spread eagle on the bed.





Spike sauntered over to the corner of the room and picked up a stack of Xander’s CD’s flicking through them with expressions ranging from amusement to disgust on his face “Bloody hell pet, you got anything in here tha- ah ha! This oughta do it!” from his vantage point Xander couldn’t see what Spike had selected but as the electronic sounds of Goldfrapp’s Crystalline Green washed through the room he saw Spike’s hips start to sway. He swallowed hard, no way was Spike about to do this to him. As Spike slowly turned he realised that yes, yes he was. Spike swayed across the room until he was standing directly in front of Xander, Spike’s hands ran across his own chest and stomach before dipping his thumbs into the waistband of the sleep pants and running along the length of his stomach where they sat low enough for Xander to catch glimpses of golden blonde hair. Xander was breathless, Spike was the most sensual thing he had ever seen and that included mental images he’d spent many an hour conjuring of Willow and Tara practising their ‘spells’, Buffy walking in and being convinced to join them! His body seemed designed to capture the strangely erotic synthesized sounds and moved with a grace that spoke of barely controlled power trapped in that lithe body. Xander stared as abdominal muscles flexed with each swivel of Spike’s hips, he licked his lips helplessly as Spike slowly untied the string that was barely holding the pants up and as Spike let them drop he let out a whimper. Spike was hard and Xander’s own erection bounced against his stomach at the sight leaving a smear of pre-come glistening on his belly. Spike’s eyes automatically spotted it and he sashayed forward, however as he did so he gripped his straining cock and gave it a few swift strokes. Xander tugged again at the restraints and groaned as he felt the slight edge of pain as they held fast, Spike had reached the bed and straddled Xander’s thighs, leaning forward to lick the trail of Xander’s fluid from quivering stomach muscles.





As the song ended Spike sat back up and grinned at the dazed look in Xander’s eyes, “what do you want me to do pet?” he rasped as he dragged his nails across his own nipples, hissing as they rose and peaked into tight nubs, “what would you like to see me do to myself?”, Xander swallowed and asked “anything I want?”, Spike laughed and clarified “anything, so long as it’s only to me. M’not touching you until I think you’ve earned it”. Xander nodded, “OK, yeah I want to see you touch yourself”, “touch myself where pet? Here?” he stroked his stomach, “or here” he sucked a finger into his mouth and dragged a gleaming trail across a nipple, “noooo” Xander groaned, trying to buck up again, needing the harsher edge of pain to bring him back from the edge. If was infuriating, the restraints were helping him to control himself, but the knowledge that he was restrained and at the mercy of Spike was hotter than he would have thought possible. “Where then pet” Spike’s hands ghosted along his torso, never touching but Xander felt air brushing his body. “Your cock Spike, for the love of God bring yourself off”, “your wish, my command pet” Spike growled before grasping his leaking cock with one hand and bracing himself against the headboard with the other, his hand however remained unmoving, Spike took three deep unnecessary breaths then looked down at Xander. “How?” he gasped, Xander had been on the verge of begging Spike to do something and it took a minute for Spike’s question to filter through his lust addled brain, when it did it took even longer for him to be able to verbalise his frustration “How? What the fuck do you mean how? However you like! Just move Spike, please just m-move” he realised he was begging and didn’t care. He just needed Spike to do something, he was thrusting his hips and hitting nothing but air. Each time he moved the tie’s cut a little deeper into his wrists and ankles keeping him grounded and dragging his agony come ecstasy out., Xander had never thought that being so hard for so long without release could be as painful as it was. “I told you pet, you need to learn some patience and I’m not gonna do anything you don’t tell me to so if you wanna see a show you better direct it”. Xander closed his eyes and sucked a breath in through gritted teeth before opening them and settling a firm glare on Spike, “fine, I want you to stroke yourself, start off slow, I’ll tell you when you speed up” Spike grinned at him, pleased that he understood the game and started to act upon Xander’s commands.





Spike’s hand started to move, slowly as Xander had requested and Xander stared avidly at the pearls of fluid that collected at the head, as Spike smeared it down his length his movements got smoother, he applied more pressure and his pace increased. Xander revelled in the moans he could hear from Spike but then realised that Spike had said this was his show and he had just followed his own script without paying any attention to Xander’s instructions. He bucked his hips sharply to throw Spike off his pace and when bright eyes caught his, hazy with lust and a little shocked he growled at Spike “I said I would tell you when to speed up, you’re going too fast” he said. Spike scowled at him and grumbled “bloody pushy for a bottom” but the grin afterwards and the fondness in his voice removed any harshness from the words.





Spike resumed his motions and made an effort to keep the slow, steady pace he’d originally set, Xander could see that this was increasingly difficult for him and he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that whilst he may be tied up and being tortured in the most delicious of ways, unable to touch or taste Spike and unable to gain release for himself. Spike had as good as bound himself with his words and instructions, by saying that Xander had to tell him exactly what to do his own release was now dependant on Xander’s mercy. He decided to push his luck as surely the same thought must have occurred to Spike when Xander had interrupted his rhythm earlier “Spike? Spike, I want to taste you and then you can speed up, but you still can’t come OK?” Spike’s blue eyes found his and he saw the indecision there, clearly this was a contravention of the rules Spike had intended to play by, no touching or tasting for the Xan-man but damm he looked as though he were in serious pain, obviously the slow and steady rhythm was not something he would have chosen of his own volition. Spike groaned again at the look on Xander’s face, Xander knew he was grinning like the cat that got the cream, oh yeah, both him and Spike knew that the rules had changed now and Xander had some share of the control here. Spike nodded and switched hands, holding the one glistening with fluid out to Xander, Xander craned his neck forward and sucked the first of Spike’s long fingers into his mouth. He sucked hard on the digit, hollowing out his cheeks before flicking his tongue around it completely. He fellated the finger and ensured that he obtained every trace of Spike before repeating the action on the next finger offered to him, by the time he reached the pinky Spike was growling audibly and had begun to lose control, his hand had speeded up again and his eyes flashed amber. Xander hummed his pleasure around the digit in his mouth, hoping to remind Spike of what he could do were he to have something bigger in his mouth. It apparently worked, “Fucking hell Xander, need you pet, want you, can’t wait” Spike’s pleas stopped when Xander nodded enthusiastically, he whimpered when Spike’s fingers were removed from his mouth but then again in anticipation as Spike leaned over and grabbed the lube from the bedstand.





Spike leaned back and Xander heard the click of the top, he heard the lid snick back and wondered how Spike was going to untie him with his hands covered in slick. He was pretty flexible and he knew he wasn’t exactly the font of all knowledge when it came to gay sex but even he knew there was no way this was going to work with him tied flat on his back. He heard Spike mutter something about “fucking cold” at the same time that he began to rock backwards and forwards slightly. Xander lifted his head to try and see what Spike was doing, the sight left him gasping for breath, Spike straddled his thighs still, head thrown back exposing the long white line of his throat, Xander’s bite at the juncture of neck and shoulder stood dark in direct contrast to the paleness. One hand was tightly gripping the base of Spike’s cock in an effort to stave of orgasm and the other, well Xander couldn’t see the other as it was reached behind Spike. However he knew exactly what it was doing, there was no way though that Spike as going to let him- Oh hoh! Apparently he was, Spike shuffled forward and Xander felt his aching cock glide slickly along the crack of Spike’s ass, assisted by the slick Spike had liberally applied to himself and Xander’s own pre-come which had flowed unchecked during Spike’s performance. He felt Spike’s cool hand grip him firmly and adjust the angle until Xander felt his head pressing against Spike’s puckered opening.





Tightness, un-fucking-believable tightness. Was all that was going through Xander’s head as Spike slowly sank down in one smooth motion until he rested flat against Xander and his head slumped forward. Xander felt Spike gulp in huge inhalations before gently rocking rather than using an up and down motion. Xander struggled to breathe, between the incredible sensation of being buried deep in Spike’s tight ass and the ridiculously erotic sensation of being unable to move still, having all the motions dictated by Spike he felt like he was going to explode. He knew this wasn’t going to last, he just couldn’t take it. But he prayed to every god he had ever heard of that this wasn’t going to be the last time this happened. Spike increased the pace of his movements and eventually started to lift himself up and back down rather than rocking. Xander felt suspended in limbo, his muscles were screaming from the tension as he fruitlessly struggled against the ties, the urge to thrust was too great. After what felt like an eternity Xander heard gasping sobs and then seconds later realised that it was him “Spike, p-please. Fucking hell, S-spike, need to move. Christ just like that! Yeah, again! Oh please, let me move” he begged over and over for Spike to just let him do something, anything. Spike stared down at him as powerful muscles lifted the blonde more rapidly, eventually Spike was lifting himself almost completely off Xander’s cock before slamming back down. Xander couldn’t take anymore, he was so close, he just needed to touch Spike, kiss Spike and he knew he’d be done.





As Spike slammed down the hardest yet Xander strained and heard the cracking of wood, his hands were loose and he didn’t care how. Grabbing hold of Spike’s hips urged the blonde to move faster and harder. Another cracking sound and his feet were free, planting them solidly on the bed he began to thrust upwards in earnest every time Spike came downwards, Spike leaned back slightly, using Xander’s bent legs as support and on the next thrust Spike screamed. Xander knew he’s hit Spike’s prostrate and the idea that he was giving Spike the same white hot pleasure he’d received did it for Xander. Screaming Spike’s name he brutally thrust into the blonde, whilst keeping an uncompromising grip on Spike’s hips and each stroke hit Spike’s prostrate dead on. He felt Spike’s inner walls clamp down and the tightness increased ten-fold. Another wave of white hot heat washed over Xander and he screamed as yet another orgasm was immediately ripped from him. He felt the splash of Spike’s cool seed cover his chest and the blonde slumped straight into his own release, his head resting on Xander’s shoulder and still making the most delicious mewling noises as the aftershocks rocked his body. Xander could feel each of those aftershocks as ripples that stimulated his wrung out cock as it slowly softened and slipped out of Spike’s ass. He grinned at the disappointed moan from Spike as he eventually left the clinging tightness and brushing damp curls from Spike’s face so he could see the features that were turned towards him he kissed the man he loved more than life itself and hoped to convey everything he felt in that kiss. It must have worked because as Spike pulled away before breathing became an issue for Xander he whispered against Xander’s kiss swollen lips “I love you too Xander, always.”



Xander smiled exhaustedly and helped Spike to roll to the side, Spike reached to the floor and grasping an old t-shirt he helped Xander wipe up the mess from his chest. Chucking the garment in the general direction of the laundry basket Spike laughed at Xander’s belated protest that the shirt had been his favourite Hawaiian one. Xander felt himself being gathered in strong arms and tugged so that he was draped across a cool chest. Laying his head down he allowed his mind to clear before drifting off to sleep, the last thing he knew Spike was carding his hands through Xander’s hair and grumbling quietly about the student having surpassed the teacher or something. A lazy, sated grin spreading across his face Xander fell into a deep sleep.



AN – God it took my ages to write that one but I’m rather pleased with the end result. For the record the song is amazing, I’m not a Goldfrapp fan as a rule but have to admit that Crystalline Green is a brilliant song to strip to. If you haven’t heard it I recommend you check it out. So, next couple of chapters coming up over the next couple of days, after all there’s no way this can be plain and easy sailing for my two favourite boys and I have a few things up my sleeve for them… You know the pleading that every author puts at the end for reviews to help encourage the next chapter? Well I’m exactly the same, reviews would really be appreciated, just let me know what you think so far.

Thanks