The Birthday Present

Hi guys! I'm pleased to see you all getting suspicious of Lindsey, cos he ain't the good guy here!Can't say more without being spoilerish! :) Thanks for commenting!

Chapter Thirteen


Lindsey noticed that Spike began to fidget in his seat as they turned in to the road where they lived. He’d been quiet all the way home. Not that Lindsey had noticed his silence after the mind blowing orgasm that he had had in the toilets, courtesy of Spike’s extremely talented mouth.


“Spike, are you okay?”


Spike nodded slowly, but didn’t look at him.


“C’mon, buddy, you can tell me. Did Oz upset you?”


Spike’s head whipped around to face Lindsey. “No. Not Oz. I l…l…like Oz.”


Lindsey felt a pang of jealousy. But then shrugged it off; Oz was straight, nothing to worry about there.


“Then why are you all quiet and squirming?”


Spike stared at Lindsey. He couldn’t believe that Lindsey needed to ask. That he didn’t know why he was terrified of going back to the house.


“What?” asked Lindsey impatiently, causing Spike to huddle against the door as far from him as possible.


“Y…y…your…d…d…dad” stuttered Spike miserably, beginning to tremble.


Lindsey sighed. “Spike, didn’t I tell you that I’d keep you safe from him?” He reached out and rested a hand on Spike’s leg.


Spike glanced at him, keeping his head down so that he peered through his eyelashes. “Y…yes.”


“Nothing to worry about then is there?”


“No,” replied Spike doubtfully.


Lindsey squeezed his leg. “I’ll keep you safe. I love you, Spike.”


Spike beamed at Lindsey. As ever, when Lindsey expressed his love for him, he felt better; it was all that he existed for. “I love you, too,” he whispered.


Lindsey pulled in to the driveway and the pair got out of the car and walked to the house. Lindsey felt Spike’s cold hand clutch his own as he opened the back door. He squeezed it reassuringly. He could feel Spike trembling slightly.


God, dad really freaked Spike out with the piercings. Lindsey mused as they walked inside.


Spike kept his eyes on the floor and hung behind Lindsey as far as he could whilst keeping hold of his hand. He nearly jumped out of his skin when McDonald spoke as they entered the kitchen.


“Hello, son. Did you have a good day?”


“Hi, dad. Yes, was interesting. Got lots of work done, thanks.”


Lindsey began to walk out of the kitchen, wanting to get Spike to the bedroom, but was halted when his father spoke again.


“What about you, Spike? What did you do today?”


Spike resisted glancing at Lindsey before replying, remembering how much it annoyed McDonald when he did it.


“I…I…er…” As always, his speech all but deserted him in his nervous state.


“Spit it out,” sneered McDonald.


“Dad!” protested Lindsey, “He can’t help it.”


“It’s about time that he showed some improvement, Lindsey. It has been some time since the car wreck after all. Perhaps he should go back for more tests?”


If Lindsey hadn’t still had hold of Spike’s hand the little vampire would have bolted upstairs for sure.


“It’s all right, Spike. You don’t need to go anywhere.”


Spike was staring at McDonald like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car.


“What did you do today?” insisted McDonald, silencing his son with a glare.


“W…w…was in t…the lib…library. R…read a b…b…book.”


Both McDonald senior and junior looked at him incredulously after his stuttered statement.


“You mean that you looked at the photographs with Oz?” said Lindsey.


It annoyed Spike that Lindsey didn’t believe him. He was always telling him that he wasn’t dumb when Spike got upset about his difficulty speaking, but now he didn’t believe that he could read.


“No,” said Spike, “R…read ‘Heartbeat’. M…most of it anyway. It w…wasn’t v…very good.”


“‘Heartbeat?’” said Lindsey; he remembered seeing the book on the table now that Spike mentioned it. He began to laugh. “A Danielle Steele book - you were reading a Danielle Steele book?”


Even McDonald joined in with the laughter. “That is priceless. Didn’t want to read ‘An Interview with a Vampire’ then?”


Lindsey and his father laughed even harder. Spike let go of Lindsey’s hand. He didn’t know why they were laughing at him so much and he found that he didn’t care for it. He also didn’t like how Lindsey was now siding with his father.


“N…no. D…didn’t s…see that b…book.”


The two men laughed even harder, McDonald leaning on the counter and Lindsey with his hands on his knees. Spike fidgeted from foot to foot. He felt tears pricking at his eyes but tried his hardest not to let them fall. He moved a little closer to the door, wondering whether he should just go to the bedroom. Lindsey spotted the movement and pulled himself together. He caught Spike by his arm.


“Sorry, buddy. Didn’t mean to upset you.” He wiped the tears of mirth from his eyes. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.” He glanced at his father. “See you at dinner, okay?”


“Yes, son. You go on up.” McDonald smiled at him.


He didn’t mind waiting to have a bit more fun with the vampire. He could see how afraid of him it was and knew that the vampire would be worried just by being in the same house as him. Knowing that was almost as much fun as fucking the critter. Almost, but not quite.


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Lindsey led Spike up to the bedroom. He began to strip as soon as he closed and locked the door and was surprised that Spike wasn’t doing the same.


“You’re not sulking are you?” He’d have to have a word with Warren if he started being moody; the journey home was bad enough.


Spike looked at him; his blue eyes were glistening with unshed tears. “W…why did you l…laugh at me? D…don’t you l…” The tears began to fall. “Love me…any…m…more?”


“Of course I love you,” said Lindsey, striding over to him and pulling him in to a hug.


Spike clung to him like his life depended on it and sobbed. He’d had a very strange day, spending so much time away from all that was familiar but afraid of coming home. He wished that he could just stay at Lindsey’s side all the time, as long as his father wasn’t nearby. Spike’s sobs diminished as Lindsey stroked his back gently.


Lindsey knew how to calm Spike down. As soon as his sobs had reduced to the odd sniffle, he took Spike’s face between his hands and brought his face to his own. He kissed him soundly, feeling Spike relax in to the kiss. When their lips parted, he pushed Spike to his knees and smiled at him.


“You know what to do, don’t you buddy?” He scowled when Spike hesitated for a moment before reaching to free his cock from his jeans. He was just about to say something when Spike leaned forwards and swallowed him whole.


“Oh, man, yeah,” gasped Lindsey, clutching handfuls of Spike’s hair as he thrust his hips forwards. “You were born to do this, you know that.”


Spike concentrated hard on making Lindsey come as quickly as possible, working with the stud in his tongue to increase Lindsey’s pleasure. It wasn’t long before he was swallowing down Lindsey’s warm semen, with his nose buried in Lindsey’s pubes. Spike’s own cock was aching by the time Lindsey withdrew his softening cock from his mouth. Spike stood up and tried to kiss Lindsey but he ducked and his lips found his cheek rather than his mouth. Spike ground his groin to Lindsey’s, wanting him to return the favour by helping him get off. But to Spike’s disappointment, Lindsey shrugged him off.


“Haven’t got time for that now, Spike. You’ll have to do it yourself if you want some relief. Dinner will be ready soon.”


Spike stared at him, eyes wide. “But…”


“Later, okay? I’ll make it up to you later. Mom’ll kill me if I don’t get cleaned up before dinner.”


Lindsey walked in to the bathroom and soon Spike heard the shower running. Spike sat on the bed, all thoughts of his own satisfaction forgotten as his erection melted away. Lindsey had never not wanted him before and Spike tried to work out what he’d done wrong, so that he could be sure not to do it again.


When Lindsey came out of the bathroom, he quickly got dressed and then glanced over to Spike who was looking pretty miserable. He went to him and ruffled his hand through his hair.


“I’m sorry, Spike. It’s just sometimes I can’t do what you want right away. You’ll have to get used to maybe having to wait once in a while, okay?”


Spike looked up at him. “O…okay. I l…love you, Lindsey. D…don’t mean t…to be b…bad.”


Lindsey was about to say that he hadn’t done anything wrong when he had an idea. He smiled at Spike. “I know that you love me, and when I get back from dinner you can show me. Then you’ll know that I love you too, especially when you’re being good. Do you promise to be good?”


Spike nodded quickly. “Yes, I will b…be good.” His stomach flipped over as he thought of what they would soon be doing. He smiled broadly at Lindsey.


“You’ll do anything for me won’t you?” asked Lindsey. “Anything that makes me happy?”


“Yes,” said Spike eagerly, delighted to be able to prove how much he loved him.


He felt safe when he knew that Lindsey loved him. His smile faded a little as he remembered how Lindsey had laughed at him, but then Lindsey pressed a soft kiss on his cheek and it went back up to full wattage. Lindsey walked over to where he stored Spike’s food and picked out his regular feed but also took out a small packet of additives. He reconstituted it with water and went back to Spike who was already holding up his t-shirt so that Lindsey could get to the tube.


“W…what are t…those for?” he asked, pointing to the other valves.


“You don’t need to worry about those. They’re just there to keep you healthy.”


“Oh, okay.”


Lindsey pulled the cap off the feeding tube and squirted the feed in there followed by the additive.


“Why two?” asked Spike.


Lindsey sighed. “What’s with all the questions? You just need a little extra tonight that’s all. Now make sure that you’re ready for me when I come back up. You can prepare yourself with the large vibrating plug, okay?”


Spike nodded. He hated that plug, it was huge and the vibration ended up making what should feel really good, simply descend into pain.


Lindsey kissed him again, this time properly, before going down to dinner. Spike sat on the bed, staring at the box containing the large plug. He sighed and stood up. He swayed slightly and had to plant his feet wider apart to balance. He stood there for a moment and then managed to walk to the box. He rummaged in the contents and pulled out the plug that he needed. He swayed again as he turned. A horrible thought struck him. Lindsey had given him something other than his normal special diet. Had it made him ill? Or was he going to go to sleep like the last time he’d taken more than usual? He shuddered as he remembered waking up with his body on fire with pain from the piercings.


He put the plug on the bed and stripped off his clothes before lying down on it. He reached back and slowly pulled the narrow plug from his ass. He was feeling pleasantly woozy, and very sexually aroused. He stroked his finger around the pucker, smiling at the sensation before pressing the tip of the large plug to it. He worked it slowly in, groaning with pleasure; he vaguely wondered why he’d thought that it was too big. As its length was sheathed in his body, Spike rotated it so that it hit the spot that gave him the lovely burst of arousal.


By the time his hand left the plug, his cock was erect and moist at its tip. He ran his thumb over it, playing with the ring in the tip, giggling as the beads moved and tinkled.


So pretty.


He played with the rings in his nipples for a time before returning his attention to his erection. He wondered if he had time to come and still be ready for Lindsey. He stroked his hand idly up and down his shaft, he had just begun to pump in a faster rhythm when the door opened and Lindsey walked back in.


“Oh, man,” he breathed as he saw Spike stretched out on the bed, eyes closed, one hand on his erection the other playing with one of the nipple rings.


Spike opened his eyes and looked at Lindsey. “Time to play?”


Lindsey noticed how he didn’t stutter, the drug taking away all of Spike’s doubts and fears, leaving behind someone that only wanted to be pleasured and give pleasure. But more importantly from Lindsey’s point of view, someone who would deny him nothing and want anything that he did to him. Best of all, he wouldn’t remember a thing when it wore off. Warren was a very handy man to know. Spike already was built to please Lindsey, but this drug would get past the little hang up that he had about his piercings, and Lindsey wanted to play with them.


“Hey, Spike. Yes, it’s time to play. Did you put the plug in?”


Spike stretched out, sliding his hands along his body to his ass. “Yeah, all ready for you.” He moaned softly as his fingers brushed it.


Lindsey grinned at him, he knew that Spike didn’t like that plug very much. Now, with the aid of the drugs, it was a different matter. Spike wanted anything that Lindsey did – even pain.


Lindsey switched on the remote and his already hard cock twitched as Spike arched his back with the sensation against his prostate and the sensor. Lindsey peeled off his clothes as quickly as he could. God, the sight of Spike, stoned out of his head and writhing on the bed was almost enough to make him come.


Spike’s hands went back to his cock; he needed to find release for the pressure mounting inside.


“Oh, no you don’t,” said Lindsey. “No touching.”


“But, I’ve got to.”


“That’s my job.”


Spike grinned up at him as Lindsey wrapped his hand around his cock. He bucked his hips up to his touch. With the plug stimulating the sensor, Lindsey knew that Spike would be hard again in no time and so he could afford to be generous. He dipped his head to Spike’s cock and licked along its length.


“Oh, God,” moaned Spike.


Lindsey chuckled around Spike’s cock, causing him to wriggle and gasp. In no time at all Lindsey made the over stimulated vampire come, he caught the cool spendings in his hand and offered it to Spike to lick clean. By the time that his hand was clean, Spike was hard again. Lindsey reached in to the box of toys. He pulled out the cock ring that his father had used on Spike the day of the piercings. Lindsey wondered what Spike’s reaction to it would be? Without the additional drugs, he was sure that it would freak him out, but as it was Spike merely grinned at him when he saw it.


“Don’t need that to keep me hard, pet,” said Spike, once more surprising Lindsey with the lack of stuttering.


“Will you wear it for me?”


“I will if you turn this sodding plug off, driving me bonkers it is.”


“How about this?” Lindsey held up some fine but very strong rope. “I want to tie you up so that you’re totally at my mercy and I can do anything I want to you.”


“That gets you hot, does it? Me being all tied up?”


Lindsey nodded. Christ, these drugs were amazing. A small voice in the back of his mind wondered just how nervous Spike was all the time to make him stutter so badly. But his attention was soon taken by Spike sliding up the bed and holding his hands up to the bedstead.


Lindsey worked quickly. He tied the rope around posts on the bed and using the clips that had come with the hand piercings he attached each of the rings in Spike’s hands to the rope. He trailed kisses down Spike’s body as he reached once more for the cock ring. Once securely fastened he stood up and admired the prone body.


“You can turn off that plug any time you like,” reminded Spike with a groan.


Lindsey just smiled and brought out the narrow gold waist chain, quickly putting it around Spike and fastening Spike’s penis ring to it.


“The plug,” gasped Spike.


“Stays were it is for now,” replied Lindsey with a grin.


“Aw, c’mon! Not fair! Want to play with you and you’re just standing looking,” grumbled Spike.


“Patience!” giggled Lindsey.


“Never been my strong suit,” replied Spike with a leer.


To Spike’s delight, Lindsey removed the plug, as he did so Spike drew his legs up and apart, granting Lindsey access. Lindsey took Spike hard, drawing pleasure from Spike’s grunts that were part arousal and part pain. Spike pulled against his restraints, yelping at the pain in his hands but desperate to touch Lindsey. Lindsey’s thrusts were aimed at Spike’s prostate and the sensor, driving Spike crazy with his trapped genitals being unable to find release. Lindsey came with a yell and leaned, breathing heavily, over Spike’s body. Spike lifted his head as high as he could and kissed Lindsey, grinding his cock against his body as Lindsey lay across him.


In the middle of a kiss, Lindsey clutched firmly at Spike’s erection.


“You want me to do something about this?”


Spike nodded, he was panting. “God, yes. Please, yes!”


Lindsey grinned at him. “Turn over.”


“I can’t unless you untie me, pet,” replied Spike with a sneer.


Lindsey gripped hard enough to make Spike wince. “I think you can. Do it.”


With a groan, Spike rolled over on to his stomach, trying to put some weight on his knees to relieve the pressure on his cock. His arms were pulled uncomfortably across each other, straining his shoulders. He tried to look over his shoulder at Lindsey.


“Don’t turn around,” ordered Lindsey.


His breathing was uneven as his lust rose. He pressed Spike’s ass in to the mattress. Spike moaned.


“That’s bloody sore, you git.”


Lindsey slapped him, hard, on his left butt cheek. The coating sensitised Spike’s skin and he cried out.


“No swearing,” said Lindsey with a chuckle. “You’ve been bad. What should I do?”


Spike wriggled on the bed, trying to find some respite from the pain in his cock, earning another slap from Lindsey. He quit wriggling.


“What ever you want,” he gasped. “Do what ever you want.”


“Will you love it?”


“Love everything you do to me.”


“Even this?” Lindsey slapped him again- harder still.


Spike bit his lip to keep from crying out. “Yes,” he ground out. He raised his ass to encourage Lindsey to repeat his action.


For the next few minutes, Lindsey played with Spike. Slapping and pinching him, he was a little disappointed that the coating prevented Spike’s flesh from reddening. He could tell how tender it had got by the way Spike winced as he brushed his fingers across his ass.


“Raise your ass,” said Lindsey.


Spike managed to pull his knees up so that he was kneeling on the bed, arms still crossed where he’d turned over.


“Gonna give it to me good, pet?” he asked breathlessly. “Gonna let me come?”


In reply, Lindsey buried himself to the hilt in Spike’s hole, his balls slapping against Spike’s ass. Spike grunted and rode out the thrust, then matched his movements until Lindsey was slick with sweat and on the verge of coming. Lindsey reached under Spike and released the binding on his cock, he had barely touched Spike before he came shuddering to a climax, with a yell that made Lindsey wince at the volume. His parents were sure to have heard it. He muffled his own cry as he shot his hot semen in to Spike. Lindsey unclipped Spike’s softening cock from the waist chain and rolled him over so he was once more on his back, his arms straightening out.


Spike grinned up at him. “That was bleeding brilliant.” It reminded him of…he shook his head impatiently as he couldn’t quite place it. It didn’t matter. Lindsey was all that mattered and the boy had shagged him right and proper.


Lindsey flopped boneless next to Spike on the bed. “That good, huh?”


“Want to hold you,” said Spike. He tugged gently at the restraints in his hands. “Untie me now, yeah?”


Lindsey rolled over on to his front and crawled up the bed to release Spike’s hands. As soon as he did Spike pulled him in to a hug, kissing him hungrily. Lindsey returned the kiss. When they parted, Lindsey got up off the bed and walked to the bathroom.


“Let’s get cleaned up.”


They spent a long time in the shower cubicle. Spike insisting on thoroughly washing every part of Lindsey, but with his tongue, not soap and a sponge. Lindsey pulled the soiled sheets from the bed and they lay down spooned together. Spike, for once, was behind Lindsey, arms around him and his face burrowed in to Lindsey’s neck. They were soon asleep.

Tbc