Crush

A/N: Decided to add a part 2 to this PWP. Also revised Part 1, fixed some typos, etc. Thanks!

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Chapter 2

Xander came awake with a jerk. He blinked his eyes groggily. Had it all been a dream? No. He remembered the note. Remembered the thrill he'd felt knowing Spike had been there. Knowing it had all been real.

Xander groaned. He was hard again. He'd taken to sleeping nude. The feel of the rough sheets against his skin, and the easy access he had to his constantly throbbing dick had made the decision for him.

Ever since that day in the library, hell, ever since the day he'd first seen Spike, Xander had been a walking hard-on. He reached down now, grasping his erection, thinking of Spike.

"Starting without me, pet?" Spike's low, sexy tones drifted over and made Xander's skin tingle.

"S-spike?" Xander stuttered, wondering if he were still asleep.

"Invite me in, Xanpet," Spike coaxed.

"I, uh..." Xander hesitated.

"Won't hurt you, pet." Spike drawled. "Much."

Xander groaned at the image Spike evoked. "Come in, Spike," Xander whispered under his breath, but it was enough.

Spike jumped through the window casing, landing softly on Xander's carpeted floor. He stalked to Xander's side, throwing the covers off his boy.

"Mmmm, pet." Spike whistled in appreciation. "So hard, luv. For me?" He stroked a finger down Xander's penis, making the boy arch and moan.

Xander's adrenaline was pumping. What was he doing? Inviting a vampire into his room? Into his home? Letting Spike touch him? Xander knew that soon he'd be begging the vampire for more. Begging to be sucked and desperate to be fucked into oblivion.

"Please," Xander whispered.

"Please what, Xanpet? What do you want?" Spike smirked knowingly.

"Ungh," Xandruntrunted, his cock already leaking. "You. Fuck! Spike, please. Want you."

"Close your eyes, pet," Spike whispered, pressing his fingers to Xander's eyelids.

Xander closed them automatically, waiting. He felt Spike grasp his wrists lightly, bringing them up above his head. His heart quickened and he began to panic when he felt silky strands encircle his wrists, binding them together.

"Ah, ah, ah, pet. Be a good boy, yeah?" Spike leaned in close to whisper, letting his tongue snake outtasttaste the skin just below Xander's ear.

Xander shivered at the touch. He tugged at his bonds, testing them. When Spike took hold of his ankles, he began to struggle.

Spike had no difficulty subduing Xander, tying his ankles down, legs spread wide. Tsking at his lover, Spike straddled him. Reaching down he played idly with Xan's cock, noting its lasting tumescence. Though the boy's struggles said otherwise, he was still obviously turned on by Spike's actions.

"Xanpet," Spike called, causing Xander to open his eyes. Spike was pleased that Xander hadn't done so earlier, even whilst he struggled in the bonds. "Shouldn't have fought me, luv. Have to punish you now, I do."

Xander shuddered, and shook his head in denial. "No, Spike, please." He couldn't imagine what Spike's idea of punishment might be.

"No worries, luv." Spike leant forward and kissed him soundly on the lips. "Not gonna kill you, or turn you." He leaned back to take in the sight of his Xanpet. "Just gonna show you what's what. Teach you who your Master is."

Xander whimpered, making Spike harden to full erection. He could smell the fear pouring off his pet, and he wallowed in it. Spike stood, shedding his clothing, Xander's fear filled eyes tracking his every movement. Lifting his duster, he pulled a short leather whip from an inside pocket, noting the way Xander's nostrils flared in apprehension.

He cracked the whip against his own palm, lightly, just tste ste the sting. Xan groaned, closing his eyes. Spike smiled, stepping up to the bed, rubbing his palm up and down one of Xander's muscular thighs.

"Don't worry, luv. I'll make it good," Spike reassured him. Leaning forward, he kissed the inside of Xander's thigh, letting his tongue make a wet trail down the trembling skin. "Good and hard."

Then the whip came down, making Xander scream. "Can't have that now, luv." Spike reached down once more for his duster, pulling out a worn looking handkerchief. He used it to gag his pet.

Spike was careful, never letting the whip hit the same strip of skin twice. After every lash the vampire stopped and rubbed lightly, soothingly, over Xan's pinked thigh. After ten strokes, Spike moved to the other side of the bed and repeated his ministrations on that thigh as well.

By the end of his punishment Xander was crying, heavy tears streaking down his cheeks and leaking onto the bed. Spike was talking to him now, whispering soothing words. Xander's own mouth hurt, sore from being stretched by the gag. When Spike finally pulled the handkerchief away Xander was too exhausted to scream.

"Now, luv. It's over," Spike assured him, laving at his tears with a cool, rough tongue. "Not gonna fight me anymore, are you, pet?"

Xander shook his head vehemently. Xander bucked when he felt a cold hand encircle his erection.

"Still hard for me, Xanpet?" Spike asked, k onk on pale lips. "Ah, luv. You are a treasure." Spike stroked him slowly, watching as Xander closed his eyes, tilting his head back into the pillows as he arched into the touch.

"Spike, please!" Xander gasped, needing an end to his torment. His skin felt over-sensitized all over his body, not just at the small patch that had been lashed.

"You beg so prettily, Xanpet." Spike kissed him again, letting their tongues play, while he continued to languidly stroke Xan's cock. Spike let his other hand play with Xander's balls, rolling them and tugging with each pull of Xan's member.

"Spiiiiike!" Xander whined, needing more.

"Soon, luv," Spike whispered, moving down Xander's body until he was level with Xander's cock. He blew at the tip, making Xander shudder, but instead of taking Xan into his mouth he moved even lower, tonguing the inside of Xander's thighs, soothing the still stinging skin.

"Did you like that, Xan?" Spike lapped at Xander's leg. "Did you like the pain? Did it make you even hotter, luv? Make you want me even more?"

"Y-yes," Xander stammered, his face turning a dark crimson.

"There's no shame in it, luv," Spike assured. "Made me want you even more."

Then Spike's tongue was at his hole and Xander couldn't think anymore. He could only concentrate on the feel of Spike's wet muscle moving in and out of his body, making him strain to open his legs wider. Wanting to give Spike as much access as possible. Xander moaned.

"Yes, pet. Open up for me, luv." Spike pulled Xander's cheeks apart, diving in as far as he could. Frustrated that he didn't have more room, Spike pulled at the silk rope releasing Xander's legs.

Instead of fighting to push Spike away, Xander opened up as far as he could. "Spike, fuck me! Please! Fuck me!"

Spike grinned, shimmying up Xander's body until their lips were only inches apart and their cock heads were touching. Xander thrust upward at the same time Spike thrust down, causing both men to groan. Spike took Xander's lips with his own, tracing the boy's bottom lip with his tongue. Xander opened automatically, letting Spike into his mouth, moaning at Spike's thorough sweep.

They were still thrusting hard against each other, cocks rubbing vigorously, until suddenly Spike pulled away. Xander cried out in frustration, still hard and aching.

"No! Spike!" Xander was afraid. Maybe this was his true punishment. Making him ache and need and want and then leaving him here, alone.

"Shhhh, pet," Spike crooned, running the pad of his thumb down Xander's cheek. "Not going anywhere, luv. Just need to get the slick."

Xander nodded but didn't take his eyes off Spike. The vampire returned within seconds, small tube in hand. Xander sighed in relief at the first touch of Spike's slippery fingers at his opening. It felt like an eternity before Spike deemed him ready. Xander's whole body ached, every muscle tight with tension.

Finally, finally! He felt Spike pushing against him. The slight burn at the breach was nothing compared to the ecstasy of having Spike inside him again. Feeling the vampire fill him, and then, God! Xander was arching and crying out. Spike was pushing, touching, that spot inside him. The one that made him see stars, the one that made him scream.

"Fuck, so tight, pet. So hot." Spike was murmuring with each thrust. "Feels so good, luv."

"Yes, Spike! Harder, please!"

"Who do you belong to, Xanpet?"

"Ungh." Xander grunted.

"Who's your Master, luv?"

"You, Spike! You!" Xander finally howled. "Fuck, yes! You!" Then Xander was cumming hard, spurts of sticky semen showering both men.

Spike growled, pistoning his hips. Two, three more thrusts and it was over. His own orgasm washing through him as Xander's walls tightened around him.

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Xander came awake with a jerk. His whole body felt sore and used. Though he was clean, and once more under the covers, there was no way that had been a dream. Turning to the left he spied another note. This one sitting atop a short leather whip. He shivered as he picked it up to read.

~ Remember who you belong to, Xanpet. - Spike ~

Xander crumpled the note and threw it in the trash. He took the whip and hid it in an old box of comics he kept under the bed.

Then he waited. Shivering in anticipation, and shame, for the next time Spike would come.