I Would, But I'm A Little Tied Up Right Now

Spike stood and looked at Xander, lying back in the chair, mouth hanging open from his final scream, hands hanging limp. “Well that’s you sorted,” he remarked. “Fancy a beer?”

Xander’s head jerked up sharply, post orgasmic bliss replaced by indignation. “Hey! Some of us are still tied up here, mister!”

Spike turned, an open beer already in his hand, his naked body pale in the dim light of the basement. “So you are, and don’t you look sweet.”

Xander speredered with rage and began to tug at the ropes.

“Now, now, Xander. You’ll hurt yourself, pet.”

“Can you go back to ‘Harris’? I’d really prefer it.”

A flash of hurt passed over Spike’s face. “So we still not on first name terms then? Fine. Stay in the bloody chair. I’ll have the bed for once.”

He walked over to the bed, wrinkled his nose disdainfully and lay down. “For someone who lives in the same room as the washing machine, these sheets are a bit ripe,” he said.

Xander closed his eyes for a moment and then said firmly, “Let me out, Spike. Now.”

“Maybe later.”

“Listen, evil dead –”

Spike placed his bottle on the table beside the bed, setting it down with exaggerated care, centering it precisely. Xander watched him with relief, assuming that he was about to be freed. Spike’s feet slammed down on the floor and he sprang at Xander, landing in his lap, game face on, hands planted on either side of Xander’s head. His speed and the ferocity on his face were enough to make Xander forget all about the chip and cower back for one moment of atavistic terror.

“You don’t call me names, got it? Not after you’ve had your tongue wrapped around my cock like a kid with a melting ice cream.”

Xander recovered from the fear that he was going to die and began to wish for it, fervently and sincerely, instead. “I’m voting for that to be something we forget ever happened. All in favour?” His voice squeaked and he winced.

Spike shook his head slowly. “Oh, dearie me. And I was planning to mention it, first chance I got, to the Slayer.” The sarcastic tone of voice was wonderfully reassuring until he cd hid his head to one side and said, “Though come to think of it, it would be funny to see her face...”

“It’d be the last thing you saw,” Xander hissed, pulling against the ropes. “Because if she didn’t stake you, I would.”

Spike pretended to look hurt. “You’d kill a helpless demon trying to turn over a new leaf? Not very honourable, is it? Besides –” he leaned in close and kissed Xander’s neck just where Xander guessed his fangs would pierce, “don’t tell me you’d stake me when hav hav eve even fucked me yet? Bit of a waste.”

Images flashed through Xander’s mind, all erotic, all disturbing, all featuring Spike and someone who looked very much like – no!

“Spike. Untie me.”

“You keep saying that,” Spike complained. “Anyone’d think you didn’t want to expand your horizons a bit first...”

Xander felt his eyebrows rise and the hair on the back of his neck keep it company. “What – what did you have in mind?” I can always stake him afterwards, he thought.

Spike smiled, eased off Xander and walked over to the cupboard where Xander kept...things Spike shouldn’t know about because the door was locked, they were in a box and that was locked and...

“Well, this gives me some ideas but you being all innocent and pure you’ll probably need showing, right?”

Xander dragged horrified eyes away from the small, half empty bottle of lube Spike was holding and looked at him pleadingly. “Spike – please.”

Spike pursed his lips, his eyes running up and down Xander’s body. “You’re hard again,” he observed flatly. Xander didn’t even glance down at his cock, still exposed, his jeans peeled back by his own hands. He knew he was hard. Spike was naked in front of him. He couldn’t imagine why he’d ever be anything else if that were the case. Besides, Spike couldn’t talk...

Spike sighed. “You think I’m being unfair, getting off on making you suffer.” Xander managed an ironic smile and Spike laughed. “True; that’s part of it, but it’s not the only reason you’re getting rope burns.”

“Revenge?” Xander asked.

Spike shrugged. “Little bit, yeah. We both know there’s no reason you’ve been tying me up except that you get a kick from it and it’s not my favourite way of spending the nigNot Not when you just leave me there, anyway.”

“So, I’m sorry, okay? Won’t do it again. Now –”

Spike walked over to him and laid a finger across Xander’s lips. “Shut up. You’re staying there until you tell me why you were wanking to the tune of my name. Don’t get me wrong – it’s perfectly understandable because I’m sexy and you’re desperate, but I want you to admit it.”

Xander’s eyes closed and he took a deep breath. “You want,” he said carefully, “you want me to admit that I was turned on by the idea of tying you up? That I got off on it? That I’m thinking about you like that? Then you’ll let me go?”

Spike looked insufferably smug. “Might.”

“Sod off.” Xander had heard Giles say that once and saved it up to use himself. This seemed like a good time.

Spike threw back his head and growled. “Oh, fine. Bloody well stay repressed and boring.” He fumbled with the knots and untied the ropes before turning away looking satisfyingly moody and frustrated. Xander stood up, worked out the kinks, kicked off his jeans and shorts, took three steps, pushed Spike face forward onto the bed and landed on top of him. The vampire struggled for a moment and then relaxed. “Mind sharing your thoughts here?”

Xander smiled and tweaked the bottle of lube from Spike’s hand. “Let me see. This opens – oh, look at that! The top flips. Clever. Saves mess –except, will you look at that; I spilled it and it’s going everywhere. All over my hand. Maybe I should wipe it off; do you mind if I use you? No? And there’s still a bit left...pity to waste it...So, talk me through this, will you? I wouldn’t want to make any mistakes...”

Spike tried to twist his head around so that he could see Xander and then gasped as Xander eased into him on a wave of slick. “Think you’ve got the hang of it...”

“Good. I’d hate for you to get the idea I was – useless – incompetent – a total –loser-”

The thrusts were timed with the bitter words and Xander let the anger rise and swamp the panic yammering away in his head. He could tell that asn’asn’t quite – and then Spike moved, tilting his hips, and Xander felt the difference at once. Spike was pliant, open, and was making sounds that wrapped around Xander’s mind and held it tight and safe. Then Spike’s head turned and Xander saw what raw need and desire looked like and nothing was safe anymore. He came, his hips snapping forward with a brutal speed, collapsing against Spike’s back, biting his shoulder as the last spasm of release left him shuddering and empty.

Spike let him slide free and gave him thirty seconds to bring his heartbeat down from racing to hammering before taking Xander’s hand and moving it. “Not done yet, Harris,” he murmured.

Xander stared at him hazily and said deliberately, “Going to tie me up first?”

“Do I have to?”

“No.”

“Let me rephrase that; do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

Spike leaned in and kissed him hard. “Going to make you scream...”

“Sort of hoped you would,” Xander whispered.


The End