The Birthday Present

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Chapter 12


Spike woke to find Lindsey gently stroking his back. It was the first time that he hadn’t woken up first. He leaned back in to Lindsey’s touch and moaned softly. He was rewarded with a kiss on his neck. Spike rolled over to face Lindsey.


“How are you feeling?” Lindsey asked, before kissing Spike on his lips.


In reply, Spike deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue against Lindsey’s. He only remembered the stud in it when it clicked against Lindsey’s teeth. It didn’t hurt but reminded him of the pain he’d suffered the day before. He pulled away and looked down at his cock. It was already fully erect and as he touched it, the beads on the ring through its tip moved, making a tinkling sound. He glanced up and saw Lindsey watching him curiously.


“Does it still hurt?”


Spike shook his head. He moved the ring a little and although the sensation was strange, it didn’t hurt at all. He ran his fingers over the nipple rings and frowned when he saw the rings in his hands.


“Can they g…go now?” He didn’t want to be reminded of McDonald having him pierced as he slept. He shuddered at the memory of the rape. It was rape. He hadn’t wanted it. It wasn’t the same as when Lindsey did it. He loved Lindsey.


“I was hoping that you’d like them now that they don’t hurt,” said Lindsey. “They do make you look very hot.”


Spike smiled weakly. He peered once more at his penis. He thought that the ring looked stupid – not hot – but if Lindsey liked it, then he liked it, too.


Lindsey trailed kisses down Spike’s body until he came to his cock. He licked the tip, pushing at the ring with his tongue. Spike gasped. Lindsey had only done this a couple of times before. He clutched at the sheets as Lindsey set to the task in hand. Spike wondered what the ring would feel like if he fucked Lindsey. He knew that it would never happen though. Lindsey liked fucking him too much to want him to do the same back.


“Lindsey I’m g…gonna…”


Spike thrust his hips upwards and came. Lindsey took his mouth away at the last moment and caught Spike’s spendings in his hand.


“Was that good?” he asked as he offered his hand to Spike to lick clean. He was perilously close to coming himself when Spike expertly suckled on his fingers once he’d licked away the semen.


“Very,” replied Spike softly.


His hands found Lindsey’s cock. He rubbed his thumb over the tip. “Want you L…Lindsey.” He moved on the bed, drawing his left leg up to his chest to expose himself more fully to Lindsey.


Lindsey’s breath caught in his throat as Spike’s fingers found the base of the small narrow plug and pulled it out. Lindsey quickly slid a finger in and played for a few minutes, working another finger in, then another, stretching Spike and making sure that the lubricant was working well. Spike hissed and pushed towards his hand. Lindsey lined up his cock with Spike’s pucker and thrust into him, all the time staring in to Spike’s expressive eyes. He nearly came undone when he saw the adoration there. He vowed to look after him and protect him, even from his father.


Lindsey made sure that Spike’s prostate got hit on every stroke, reducing him to a quivering heap of desire. Lindsey brought them both shuddering to a climax at the same time, fisting Spike’s cock in rhythm to his thrusts.


Spike gasped Lindsey’s name as he came. Lindsey felt a ridiculous smile split his face. It was the first time that Spike had done it.


“Oh, I love you so much,” said Lindsey as he withdrew his softening cock and collapsed next to Spike on the bed.


Spike stroked Lindsey’s sweat dampened face. “I love you, t…too.”


They lay there, basking in the afterglow for a moment before Lindsey groaned and got up.


“I’d better grab a shower. I can’t be late today. I’ve got an important lecture.”


Spike’s eyes widened in alarm. “Please don’t l…l…le…le…” His eyes filled with tears as in his distress, the words wouldn’t come.


“Hey, hey, shh,” soothed Lindsey sitting back on the bed and taking one of Spike’s hands in his. “I’m not leaving you behind. You can come with me.”


“B…bu…but said…n…not…al…allowed.” Spike was confused.


“You’ll have to promise me to stay in the library until I come back for you at lunchtime. You can’t leave there without me. Understand?”


Spike nodded eagerly. Anything, as long as he wasn’t here without Lindsey. “Will b…be good. Pr…promise.” He clung to Lindsey’s hand.


“Come on then, let’s both get a shower,” said Lindsey, once more standing up.


Spike tilted his head on one side and raised an eyebrow, an expression he knew that Lindsey couldn’t resist.


“No,” said Lindsey firmly. “We do not have time for any more games.”


Spike pouted but got up and followed Lindsey in to the shower. As Lindsey soaped himself, Spike dropped to his knees and worked quickly with his tongue, learning how to use the stud to his advantage and quickly brought Lindsey off, happily swallowing his spendings. He grinned and licked his lips as Lindsey sagged against the tiled wall of the shower, and then he quickly washed himself and got out of the cubicle.


“He’ll be the death of me,” sighed Lindsey. The vampire was insatiable, and he couldn’t believe how short his own recovery rate was when Spike paid him attention.


He laughed as Spike scowled when he tousled his hair in to curls. Spike looked at him as if he was going to speak, then stopped and averted his eyes.


“What is it?” asked Lindsey. “Just say it.”


Without raising his eyes, Spike muttered something that Lindsey didn’t catch.


“Need it a bit louder than that.”


“C…can these g…go…away?” He held his hands up.


He had decided that he didn’t mind the tongue stud; Lindsey liked to feel it on his cock and in his mouth. The ring on his penis had made him feel good when Lindsey had played with it. He didn't care about the nipple rings, but the ones in his hands were only there to be used to tie him up, and the thought of that terrified him.


“Okay. Let’s have a look at them.”


Spike held up his hands for him to see. Lindsey peered at them but couldn't find a way to unfasten them. Though the rings appeared to be gold, Lindsey suspected that they were a stronger, harder metal since they were restraints. He was ashamed that a big part of him was happy that they couldn’t be removed easily. But the thought of Spike standing there with his erect and bound cock, chain around his waist, and hands clasped behind his back, was just so fucking hot.


“Um…” He cleared his throat. “I can’t see how to get them off. Maybe Warren can do them?”


Spike snatched his hands back. “’S okay. L…leave t…them.” The last thing he wanted right now – ever – was a trip back to the hospital.


“We’ve got to go now,” said Lindsey, once they were both dressed. Lindsey wasn't sure he was doing the right thing, but he didn’t know what else to do.


Spike stood up and followed him downstairs, very deliberately not meeting McDonald’s eye as they walked through the kitchen and in to the garage.


“You’re taking him with you?” he asked.


“Yes. Sorry, dad, got to rush. Can’t miss the first lecture.” He tugged Spike’s arm as the vampire had frozen when McDonald had spoken. “Come on.”


With relief, Spike followed Lindsey to the car and got in the passenger seat. Lindsey squeezed Spike’s leg as he turned the key in the ignition.


“It’s okay. You’re safe.”


Spike leaned over and thanked Lindsey in the only real way that he knew how to. He kissed him deeply. Lindsey ruffled his hair and then drove them to the campus. Before they got out of the car, Lindsey turned to Spike.


“Lift your t-shirt up. I want to give you this before we go to the library.”


Spike did as he was told and watched as Lindsey squirted the contents of a sachet in to the tube. He was normally fed at night, so he was unsure why he was getting some now.


“Why? N…now?”


“It’s got something in it to help with your nerves, okay? Don’t want you worrying about me getting back to you. You’ll be safe here and it will make you relax.”


He put the cap back on the feeding tube and pulled Spike’s t-shirt back down. They got out of the car and walked from the parking lot across a grassy area and in to the library. Lindsey led Spike to a table in the far corner but near the window.


“So, stay here, okay? You can watch out of the window or, hell, read a book.” Lindsey chuckled at the thought that maybe a vampire could read. “Hang on.”


Lindsey went and selected a book from one of the shelves. It was a pictorial guide of London, showing its historical architecture. He figured that Spike could look at the photographs. It would make him a bit less conspicuous than if he sat there with nothing on the table in front of him.


“I’ll be back at one p.m. I’ve got to go. Be good.” He kissed Spike gently and then hurried away.


Spike watched him go. He wished that he could go with him. He didn’t like being apart from him. It just felt wrong. He put a hand on his stomach. He could feel the drug beginning to work. It didn’t make him sleepy but like Lindsey said, he did start to feel less anxious.

He flipped open the book and stared intently at the first photograph. It was of a Victorian townhouse. Spike’s head began to ache. He frowned and rubbed his forehead. It reminded him of – he shook his head – he didn’t know. He shut the cover. Stupid book.


Spike sat there for an hour but then despite the sedative, he began to get bored and understood why Lindsey hadn’t brought him yesterday. He glanced around. There were very few people in at the moment. Lindsey had told him to stay where he was. Did that mean at the table or in the room? He wasn’t sure. Another fifteen minutes passed and he decided that Lindsey meant the room. He wandered around looking at the shelves heaving with books.


Although it was on campus, the library held a large collection of fiction in addition to the reference books. Spike randomly selected a book and walked back to his table. He hoped that this one didn’t make his head hurt. He opened the book and peered at the words. They were a bit blurred so he set the book on the table and sat up a little straighter, holding it at arms’ length, to make it far enough away for the words to become clear. He concentrated hard. Somehow he knew that he could read; just like he knew that he could drive a car, although he had no memory of doing either.


After a time, the words seemed easier to read. He decided that he’d have to ask Lindsey if he could have a book to read at home.


“Spike?”


The voice startled Spike so badly that his hands jumped, and the book slid along the table and dropped at the feet of the speaker.


“Heartbeat?” The voice chuckled.


Spike recognised it now. It was Oz. He looked up at him and smiled shyly.


Oz picked up the book and put in on the table. “Never figured you for a Danielle Steele reader.”


“Um…w…why n…not? It’s g…good. I h…hope Bill and Ad…Adrian g… get to…together.”


Spike stopped trying to tell Oz about the plot when he realised that the boy was trying not to laugh at him. He broke eye contact and fiddled nervously with his hands beneath the table.


Oz sat down. “Oh, man, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I guess we all can’t like Stephen King.”


“’S okay,” mumbled Spike.


“Um…so what are you doing here?”


Spike looked at Oz as though he were crazy. “R…reading.”


Oz smiled at him kindly. “I meant, why are you here and not at home?”


He didn’t miss Spike’s shudder as he thought of what had happened the day before at home.


“Waiting for L…Lindsey.”


Of course you are. There was something definitely off about Spike’s relationship with Lindsey. Oz had thought about it a lot after meeting him.


“Nice earrings,” said Oz, noticing the diamonds in each ear.


Spike had forgotten about them. He brought his hand up to touch one.


“Shit! What have you done to your hand?” Oz blurted, unable to help himself.


Spike immediately pushed his hand back under the table.


“Let me look.”


Spike didn’t know what to do. He didn’t like the rings but Lindsey did. Perhaps Oz would too? He slowly brought both hands up and laid them on the table. Oz gawked at the piercings. The rings were set snug into the fleshy part of Spike’s hands between his thumb and first finger. It made Oz feel a bit nauseous to look at them.


“Why did you do this? I’ve never seen anything like this done before.”


Spike just shrugged. He wasn’t going to tell Oz that they were there for restraining his hands behind his back. Oz could see that Spike was closing down so he decided not to push for answers.


Oz looked at the other book on the table. “Feeling homesick?” he asked.


Spike looked at him, puzzled. “Homesick?”


“Yeah, you know – for your native land.” Oz pushed the book nearer to Spike.


“Um,” said Spike. “I…I don’t und…understand.”


Oz regarded him with sympathy. The poor guy really got messed up in that accident. “You’re not American like me or Lindsey. The way you talk shows that you’re English.”


Spike shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He fiddled with one of the rings in his hands. “Talk di…different ‘cause bad car wr…wreck” It was the only thing that he could think of.


Oz smiled at him. “I know it’s difficult for you to talk since the crash, but that’s not what I meant. You’re English.” He tapped on the book. “Like this shows London, the capital city of England. I thought you were looking at it because it reminded you of where you grew up?”


“Oh.” Spike looked at the book suspiciously. “I don’t remember,” he said softly. As he spoke, he felt a twinge of pain in his head. He felt like something was almost but not quite within reach.


Oz stood up, walked around to Spike’s side of the table and sat down next to him. “I went to London last fall. Let’s see if I can show you some of the places that I visited.”


Spike smiled at him. He was glad for the company. He didn’t like being alone. He looked at the photographs as Oz turned the pages. Tower Bridge. St. Paul’s Cathedral. The Houses of Parliament. He frowned as the strange feeling in his head increased. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he saw Oz looking at him with concern.


“Hey, man, are you okay?”


“Yes. But head hurts…bit.”


“Would you like a glass of water? A painkiller?” asked Oz.


“Can’t. Only…thr…through this.” He touched his stomach.


“I forgot, sorry,” replied Oz. “Can I see it?” He wasn’t sure why he asked.


Spike simply lifted his t-shirt up and touched the valves at his navel. Oz felt like a freak for looking, but he couldn’t resist. He was amazed to see three small valves clustered together near Spike’s navel.


Spike pointed at the smallest one which stuck out slightly more than the others. “That’s where food g…goes. I’m not al…allowed to touch.”


Oz thought that it was strange for him not to be allowed to feed himself. “What are the other two for?”


“Don’t know,” said Spike honestly.


The feeling that he’d had when he’d first met Oz, of being able to trust him, was even clearer to him now. Spike felt himself relaxing more. Oz reached up and smoothed Spike’s t-shirt back down, touching Spike’s hands softly as he did.


“You can cover them up again now.” He’d run his hands down Spike’s chest to confirm what he suspected; that Spike’s other nipple had been pierced.


“Have you got any other piercings?” he asked softly.


Spike stuck out his tongue. He pulled it back in with a grin when he saw Oz’s eye’s widen.


“Wow. Doesn’t it hurt?”


Spike’s face clouded for a second before he answered. “Not now.” He let his eyes travel down to his groin. He wasn’t sure why he was telling Oz, but it felt ‘right’.


“Man, tell me you’re joking?” said Oz as he noticed where Spike was looking. “You’re braver than me if you aren’t.”


Brave. Spike had been brave in the dream that he’d had. He didn’t feel brave now.


“Not brave.” Spike glanced at Oz. “Hurt a lot.”


Oz winced. “I bet it did. Why did you have it done?” Oz knew he was taking a chance in asking him about it. Spike might just clam up again.


Spike looked at him for a long moment; long enough for Oz to think that he wasn’t going to speak. Spike dropped his eyes to his hands. The horrible rings in them gave him the strength to tell the truth.


“Lin…Lindsey’s d…dad,” he whispered eventually.


It was all that Oz could do not to show how appalled he was, but he sensed Spike had more to say and kept quiet and still.


Another little glance at Oz. “Di…did them wh…when I w…was asleep. Lindsey m…made me sleep a…and woke…up. Hurt a lot.”


I bet it fucking did. And Lindsey drugged him? What the hell is going on? “Why did Lindsey drug…er…make you sleep?”


Spike gave a small sad smile. “Didn’t w…want to b…be…alone…with…with…” He shook his head, unable to continue.


Oz put a hand on Spike’s arm.


“What did Mr. McDonald do to you?”


Spike shuddered. “Wh…what…L…Lindsey… does, b…but I d…don’t l…love him.”


“What Lindsey does?” Holy crap!


Spike nodded.


Okay, Oz. Get a hold of yourself. Don’t scare the poor guy more than he already is by over-reacting. Over-reacting? Lindsey’s dad has raped his freaking boyfriend!


Oz was losing the battle to stay calm. “Um…does Lindsey know this?”


Spike nodded. “Why I’m h…here.”


“What does Lindsey think about the…um…piercings?” The piercings that his goddamn father did on his - drugged out of his head - boyfriend!


Spike remembered how Lindsey had got hard looking at him when he was all trussed up. Sure, he’d said that he hadn’t asked for them but he had still liked them. He didn’t want any of them to go. The look in Lindsey’s eyes when he first saw the piercings reminded Spike of how his father looked at him. It made him a little afraid of Lindsey, even though he loved him so much.


“He l…likes t…them. S…so I d…do too.”


Oz slid his hand down Spike’s arm and on to his hand. He touched the ring in it. “Even these? Do you like these too?”


Spike pulled his hand away, shaking his head. “N…no. Don’t l…like them.”


Oz stared at Spike for a moment, not really knowing what to say or do.


Spike took a deep breath. “L…Lindsey loves me,” he stated firmly.


Oz wasn’t quite so sure. Obsessed with Spike maybe? He was surer than ever that whatever the relationship between Lindsey and Spike was, it wasn’t healthy. He glanced at Spike, who had his head down, fiddling with the strange rings through his hands.


“Spike.” Spike slowly lifted his head and met his eye. “Do you want to stay with Lindsey?”


Spike’s eyes widened as if Oz had said something outrageous. “I love Lindsey.”


“Yes, I get that,” said Oz patiently. “But if his old man is…er…” Spike shuddered. “messing with you, do you really want to stay there? You should tell the cops.”

“C…cops? Wh…why?”

“Because of what he did to you,” said Oz gently.


Spike fiddled nervously with the ring in his right hand. He shook his head. “L…Lindsey n…never said to do that.”


“You don’t always have to do what Lindsey wants. You know that right?”


“I want t…to do wh…what Lindsey wants,” replied Spike.


Oz resisted the urge to yell at Spike. He seriously doubted that he was capable of making decisions of his own. Oz mentally counted to ten before speaking.


“Look, if you ever need help, for anything.” Oz took out a scrap of paper and wrote his cell-phone number down. “Just call me, okay? Any time.”


Spike took the note and put it in his jeans pocket. “Okay.” He looked over the top of Oz’s head and his face broke in to a broad smile. Oz didn’t need to turn around to know that it was Lindsey.


“Hey, Spike,” said Lindsey, sitting down next to him. “Hi Oz, how’re you doing?”


“Yeah, I’m good thanks,” replied Oz, not missing that Spike was leaning against Lindsey. It grossed him out a bit after learning what he had.


“Missed you…b…but I was good,” said Spike.

Lindsey ruffled Spike’s hair, making him scowl, and kissed his cheek. Spike tried to kiss Lindsey on the mouth but Lindsey avoided it. “Not here, Spike.”


“S…sorry,” said Spike quickly, earning another curious glance from Oz.


“I was wondering if you and Spike would like to come over tomorrow night? Haven’t hung out with you since you’ve been with Spike. What do you say?” said Oz. At least if Lindsey brings Spike over, he’ll know where I live if he ever needs to get out of there.


Lindsey glanced at Spike, who was once more fiddling with the rings in his hands, and then at Oz. He wondered what his friend had thought of the piercings. Oz kept his expression bland, although it was starting to get to him when Spike played with the rings.


“Sure, that’d be great. We’d love to come, wouldn’t we, Spike?”


Spike looked up at him and smiled. “Yes, it w…would be good.”


“That’s sorted then. Come round about seven, okay?” replied Oz.


“Will do,” said Lindsey.


Spike looked at Oz and nodded shyly.


Oz looked at his watch. “Well, I’ve got to go. See you tomorrow.”


Lindsey and Spike said goodbye and watched him as he left.


“What did you talk about?” asked Lindsey, a bit more sharply than he intended.


Spike flinched. He thought that Lindsey could be scary sometimes. He pointed to the book. “We l…looked at…th…that. Oz went th…there last y…year.”


Lindsey relaxed a little. He’d felt jealous and worried when he’d seen Oz sitting with Spike. He wasn’t sure that Spike was up to holding conversations on his own. At least Oz was accepting Spike. He spent an hour with Spike before leaving him in the library, once more, and going to the afternoon lectures.


Spike was very bored. He read some more of ‘Heartbeat’ but maybe Oz had been right and it was a bit stupid. He almost cried with relief when he saw Lindsey walk in to the library. Forgetting that he’d been admonished for trying to kiss him earlier, Spike leapt out of his chair and raced up to him, wrapping his arms around Lindsey and kissing him soundly on the lips. He pressed his groin to Lindsey’s, letting him know just how pleased he was to see him.


“Oh, man,” moaned Lindsey as their lips parted. He grabbed Spike’s hand. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”


They made it to the nearest toilets before Lindsey pushed Spike to his knees and released his hard cock from his trousers. He put it into Spike’s eager mouth and sighed with pleasure as his lover went to work.


Tbc

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