The Labyrinth

Almost feeling human again. Here's another chapter of The Labyrinth for ya -- and for those of you wanting me to get around to the 'Giles conversation', it's coming up in part 5 later this week. Sorry folks, I'm not 100% well yet, and having to redo most of what I wrote over the weekend.


- Part 4 -

Xander slowly rejoined the land of the living, his body completely relaxed and his mind at peace. Unlike most days, he felt none of the disorientation that normally surrounded a deep sleep. He remembered, in great detail, the incredible evening he'd had - in the arms of a Master vampire, *his* Master, none other than Spike. He waited for pangs of regret or embarassment, and was quite pleased to find none present. Details of the night's events replayed through his mind, bringing a flush to his skin, a quickening of his breath, and more ammunition for his morning erection.

The only thing that marred his state of mind was... he was alone in bed. Why? Had he done something wrong? His heartrate accelerated, Xander opened his eyes to look around the room. Flickers of sunlight hinted from behind blackout curtains told him that he'd slept well into the morning. The bedroom door was cracked open, as was the door to the bathroom. Where he finally heard sounds. Ah, so Spike was taking a shower. Xander's vitals returned to normal as he slithered out from his nest toward the beckoning hot water.

He made it as far as the open door before a chuckling voice called to him, "Come join me, pet."

Still unsure if he liked that term applied to him, Xander stepped into the stall, allowing himself to be wrapped in water-heated pale arms. Spike's nose burrowed into his neck, a talented tongue traced corded tendons. "Mornin' luv, sleep well?"

"Mmm, yeah. Thought you were gonna wake me up earlier." The sleep lethargy he had missed earlier crept up on him, as the steam and seductive voice wrapped his senses in cotton wool.

"Wanted to, but ya looked so cute an innocent." Nuzzling up his neck, behind an ear, Spike growled, "Wanted to take all that innocence an eat it up." Manhandling him under the spray, the vampire wasted no time in scrubbing his lover's body. "But now that you're awake, we can getcha fed an do it all over again, yeh?"

Mumbling his consent, Xander returned the favor by grabbing a bottle of shampoo and lathering the blond hair. It took him a moment to realize that Spike had forwent his usual armor of gel the night before, but he remembered how very soft those curls felt against his skin. He took his time massaging the vampire's scalp and temples, relishing the soft purr his actions brought.

Spike indulged in a few minutes of selfish indulgence at the warm touch of someone else washing his hair. It wasn't a treat he'd ever become used to, since Drusilla was seldom coherent enough to think beyond her own pleasure, and none of his other lovers had been interested in sharing such simple intimacies. His initial opinion of Xander Harris as lover reaffirmed itself - he was giving and attentive, and took pleasure in offering it to his partner.

After rinsing the bubbles away from their skin, he showered soft kisses across the mortal's face and chest, delighting in the satisfied hum he created with his attentions. It only took a little manipulating before he had the brunet on his knees, leaning back on his heels.

"While you're down there..." With a wicked grin, Spike nudged his toes between Xander's thighs, brushing up against his perineum. He smirked at the startled moan from his lover.

Xander wasn't sure exactly how he'd gotten in this position, but he wasn't complaining. Not really. "That's gotta be one of the cheesiest lines-" his words broke off when he felt the thin toes stroking behind his balls. "Oookay then, one shower blowjob coming up."

With more enthusiasm than talent, Xander licked all along the pale cock. He couldn't get over how turned on such a simple act of submission made him, but he tried his best to relay the feeling through his tongue. It must've worked well enough, if the moans and shivers were any indication. By the time he was ready to take it into his mouth, Spike's erection was leaking freely down his chin - a flavor Xander was quickly coming to love. He moaned around the smooth flesh, taking a little more inside his mouth with each headbob.

Hot, tight, wet... Spike felt himself rapidly reaching completion, and forced himself to slow down. What he needed was a distraction, and had the mortal heard his mental processes he might have run off in a panic. Or he might just swallow around the undead prick. Either was good for Spike. With agile flicks, he pushed his big toe up past Xander's tight ballsac, pressing it against the newly initiated pucker. And there went the gasp-moan-swallow he was hoping for. As the young man's throat worked faster around his erection, Spike flexed his toe just past that resistant guardian ring, bringing the arch of his foot up against a matching hard-on.

Part of Xander's mind screamed out at him - how deviant was it that he was getting off by being toe-fucked while on his knees, blowing his undead Master? That thought did little more than make him so hot he forgot to be nervous about the thick cock in his mouth. He moaned around the pulsing flesh, swallowing and slurping and tonguing his enjoyment. He vaguely remembered Spike telling him that he'd be trying lots of new things, testing his limits. Well, if the bleached bombshell wanted to test him, he'd make sure to pass with flying colors. Xander opened his throat, lowered his jaw, and took a deep breath before swallowing over and over. His nose tucked neatly in trimmed short-n-curlies, Xander nuzzled into the trembling belly as he worked his throat muscles.

Spike's brains were about to explode through his cock. There was no other way to describe the intensity of his inexperienced slave's efforts, or the effect they brought to his body. All he could think to distract himself was to work the brunet into a frenzy of his own lust... Carefully, he wiggled his toe back and forth against that tight ring of muscle, forcing entry as gently as possible. He didn't really want to hurt the young man - unless necessary - or scare him away from trying out other new kinks. Sparing a grateful thought that his feet and toes were long and slim, he flexed the digit through Xander's pucker, pushing his blunt toenail up against the bundle of nerves and waiting half a heartbeat for...

"Waah!"

... that! Mission accomplished. The mortal's mouth moved away from its target, since Xander needed all the breath he could gulp to take in this latest development.

Sparkling blue eyes opened wide, peering down at him with almost childlike innocence. Until he focused on the twinkle that spoke of wicked intent. Xander nipped the leaking cockhead, swirling his tongue under the foreskin before he sat back on his heels (and lodged the toe further inside his ass) to glare at his lover. "One word for you: LUBE!" So saying, he dove back to his treat, redoubling his efforts to drag the blond over the edge.

Eyes blinking, Spike's senses overloaded enough that his thoughts on the mutuality of their shower play went up in steam. Probably out his ears. His toe flexed on its own, alternately jabbing the prostate and curling up to stretch Xander's asshole - and since the mortal wasn't really complaining, he let it work on autopilot as the delightful young man sucked his grey matter out.

Spike pealed open one eye (and when had they closed?) to watch his lover's face. Something missing, something needed? Working on intuition, Spike let his fingers work their way into wet brown hair, twisting just a bit to hold Xander's head in place. His hips started thrusting gently, and that urged a ragged moan from below. A lightbulb flashed in his subconscious, reminding him that the young man *wanted* to be taken, used for his Master's pleasure. A thought which rapidly sent the blond hurtling toward orgasm, as he pulled that sweet mouth further onto his exploding cock.

It had all started out as two lovers enjoying themselves in a morning shower. Somewhere along the way, and Xander couldn't say when it happened, his Master had shown back up and took charge. And *fuck* it was still every bit as hot as last night. The introduction of a toe to his fundament was... new and different, and who had the bleached menace been practicing on to get his feet so talented, dammit! Still, Xander was fine with that - he could multitask, and he had control of himself - a little toe action wouldn't send him over the edge. But then Spike really *looked* at him, and there were hands in his hair, gripping him and directing him and holyfuckinhell it was hot being a living sex doll. Then his lover, his Master, came down his throat and that damned toe shoved deeper and pushed hard and all Xander could see was stars.

Through a haze of post-climax euphoria, Spike remembered that he had a lovely slave to treat. After such a nice performance, the darling lad deserved something nice, didn't he? Grabbing ahold of the shower rails, Spike levered himself so that his weigh was off his legs, allowing his other foot to join the byplay. He rubbed and tweaked and petted, still pushing up into that tight place where he'd gone to heaven the night before, but now adding enough friction from the other foot to drag his dearling into orgasm. Positive reinforcement, he told himself.

A half-remembered reflex kept Xander's throat and mouth suckling on the half-hard cock, even as all his nerve endings fled south to join the party in his groin. He'd always associated vampires with great big cats, but he'd have to rethink that now - monkeys, definitely, with prehensile toes and GOD what's he doing now? Before he could force his tasty treat from his mouth, fireworks exploded behind his eyes and balls and overwhelmed him completely. He didn't notice the water turning off. He didn't notice the fluffy towel wrapped so carefully around him. He didn't even notice being lifted and carried back to bed.

~ * ~

Some time later, he woke to the expected haze of sleep-befuddled brainwaves. Only this time he couldn't stretch or turn, and his vision was once again blocked. But panic never set in - his Master's hands were on him, confirming where he was and why, and all was well with the world. Maybe later, much much later, he would worry about how quickly he'd gotten used to the concept. For now, he was more than content. Warm, safe, and happy.

Taking stock of his situation, Xander found that he was *gasp* tied across one of the sturdy armchairs in Spike's bedroom. His ass in the air, arms and legs bound to the sides of the chair, something less solid than the blindfold from before covering his eyes. And long, slender fingers smoothing something slick into his needy ass. He almost laughed at his own thoughts, but that was the truth of it. Before he'd accepted his own craving to be dominated, he never would have used the term 'needy' in regards his asshole. But now that he'd known the thrill of being taken, owned, cherished by Spike... it was the most appropriate he could come up with.

He tried to moan out his approval, only to find that his mouth was already occupied. Not a ballgag, not round enough... it definitely tasted like latex though, and filled his mouth almost to the back of his throat. His breathing picked up as he realized that Master had stuffed a dildo into his mouth. For practice? Probably. Still, it soothed him in a strange way, suckling on the general shape of his lover's cock. He purred around the plastic, wiggling his ass around those delightful fingers.

"Awake again, are you? Took you long enough, dearling." Spike's dark chuckle was like a caress, even as his other hand came up to squeeze and separate the brunet's balls. "Thought we'd have another go before brekkie. You can always say no, pet." The vampire laughed aloud at Xander's attempts at pushing harder against his hands. "Right then, open wide, lovely."

Fingers departed from his hole and balls, leaving Xander empty and ... sad. He whined behind his gag while he waited for Master's next demands. Before long, something hard and cool and slick forced its way inside. It only took a moment for Xander to grasp that it was NOT Spike's erection, but that thought fled quickly enough, as the silicon speared straight into his prostate. His nerves were still rapid-firing around the lovely toy when he realized that Spike was attaching straps to the base of it. Around his thighs, across his pelvic bone, securely bound it tugged this way and that, brushing up against his wonderful new best friend.

"There you are, sweetling. Trussed up and stuffed like a Christmas goose, aren't ya?" With a firm swat to the young man's butt cheek, Spike moved around toward his lover's head. He untied the mortal's eyes, bringing his face down to kiss Xander's forehead. "So what should we do next, hmm pet? Much as I want to spend more time acquainting myself with your delightful treasures, maybe we should feed ya up first, yeh?"

Before Xander had time to complain, the blond bounced back to his feet - slapping the other ass cheek on his way past, and began rummaging around in the dresser. He came back soon enough, wrapped in a silk dressing gown. One strap at a time, Xander found himself untied and being lifted upright. With all his weight forcing the plug in his ass farther inside him. His muffled scream brought an evil grin to the blond's face.

"Now then, precious, time to get something on. Wouldn't want to give Jancis a free show, would we?" He helped the young man into a second dressing gown, snapping a cockring into place before he tied the sash. "Now, if you're a good boy, I'll let you keep this in til we get downstairs." Wiggling the dildo-gag, Spike pulled Xander onto his feet and led him back downstairs.

True to his word, Spike removed the gag at the foot of the stairs, giving Xander a minute to relax his jaw back into place. "Here now, love, don't go scaring the help, yeh? Jan's used to things around here, but there's no need to make a spectacle of yourself." Ruffling the unruly brown hair, he gave Xander another quick buss before leading him into a breakfast room.

Well-filtered sunlight never quite touched the small table and chairs set up in the middle of the room, but its warmth seemed to soak into Xander's bare feet as he followed the blond and gently sat down when urged to do so. Golden yellows and warm greens covered the walls and curtains, while darker yellow tile in a circular pattern graced the floor. He realized that the room was open on one side into the kitchen, where the caretaker was busy juggling skillet and pans. Bronze cookware hung above a central island, light oak cabinets and countertops maintained the airy feel to the room, even with the cold stainless steel appliances that were probably more Spike's idea of functional than for appearance's sake. If he'd had his own choice, it would've been similar - both in decor and function.

With a big smile, he met Spike's eyes. "Nice place you've got here. Did you do it yourself, or have someone design for you?"

The bashful grin he got in return scattered Xander's thoughts.

"Did it myself, with a little help on the finishing touches from Madam Jancis here. She's a real slavemaster, she is!" A low growl - totally human - came from near the stove. "Couldn't keep it in tiptop shape without her," brought an indelicate snort and a sly smirk. Turning his attention fully on his caretaker, Spike asked, "So luv, what's on the menu this fine morning?"

"Hah! Morning for you maybe, but it's nearing afternoon for those of us who can stand sunlight. Still, you'll get your big southern breakfast to spoil the guest, and I'll get stuck with hours of cleanup before starting all over on dinner." Barely taking a breath to continue haranging her employer, the woman waved a gravy-ladel in his general direction. "And don't you even think about coming down here to mess up my kitchen! It's bad enough you can't remember to keep your toys in the playroom, I don't need to be spending all my time cleaning up splatters of lube and god-only-knows-what-else from my spotless countertops. Now you just sit down, shut up, and eat before I forget myself and dump garlic in the whole lot."

So saying, the petite caretaker deposited platters and bowls in front of one sheepish vampire and his slack-jawed houseguest, before taking a plate of her own out the back door. Both men could hear her continued rant on the porch, until she began eating, when they finally exchanged a grin and dug into their own meals.

Omelets, waffles, biscuits with cream gravy and chunks of sausage, hashbrowns smothered in onions and tomatoes and cheese, fresh orange juice and milk so cold it had flakes of ice floating on top, coffee strong enough to wake the undead - which, in this case, it would have to - and bowls of sectioned fruit. Xander's eyes expanded to comic proportions as he took in the vast amounts of food laid before them.

From his side came a snort of amusement. "Don't let her bother ya, Xan. She's like that... until she knows that you know it's *her* kitchen, and that *she* takes care of everything around here." Taking a quick sip of juice, Spike flashed him a bright smile, "If you really want to be dominated, that's your girl. But you'd probably be scrubbing pots and pans more than playing, y'know?"

Somewhat stunned, Xander could only nod around his mouthful of eggs. He sipped on steaming coffee and swallowed before attempting an answer. "She's... scary. I'm sure she's efficient and takes care of everything, but still... scary!"

"Yeh, an you don't wanna be scared, do ya pet?" Knowing eyes held brown for a long moment. "An that's what this all comes back to. Ya don't wanna be scared or hafta take care of everyone else." Spike nodded to himself, stirring his hashbrowns into a tangle of color. "An I can do that for ya, happy to, can be whatever ya need. Cept this is more, innit?"

In the farthest part of his brain, Xander noticed how his friend and lover slipped back into his fake cockney accent when he was nervous. All part of the Big Bad image that had been his mask against a cruel world for so long. "Yeah, there's more... but it can wait till after breakfast, right?"

With a grin and a quick grope, the vampire agreed, "Sure can, luv. Gotta feed you up proper before breakin ya in, don't I?"

And amidst easy smiles and the occassional stolen kiss, the pair ate in silence.

~ * ~

One pale hand held his upper arm firmly, leading him back to the bedroom. Xander's nerves were on full, pumping out fuck-me phermones at high speed. As the last bite of biscuit had gone down his throat, his lover had flipped a switch and the lovely toy inbedded in his ass started to MOVE and vibrate and it took every ounce of self control he had to keep from falling to his knees right there.

But eventually Spike had him back upstairs, happily bent back over a chair and spread wide open, thrusting helplessly against his restraints. The five inch dildo that had filled his mouth earlier was back in place, giving him something to focus on while his wonderfully devious Master sucked and licked his balls. The harness that held his plug was removed to allow Spike to push, pull, twist, and poke whenever he wanted - a situation that Xander would not be complaining about, thank you very much.

It was only when Xander felt his new favorite plaything being removed that his brain came back online, and he realized that the blond's mouth was no longer attached to his aching testes. He muttered what was supposed to be an interrogatory sound from behind his gag, hoping not to be left so... bereft.

"Soon enough, sweetling. Just getting a few things," the voice came from the other side of the room. Humming to himself, Spike returned to his position between the young man's spread thighs. "How you doing, lovely? Look so good like this, all open and waiting for me. Bet you love it, don't you pet? Love it even more if I'd push inside ya, all slow and easy, filling you up and making you scream, yeh?"

His fingers returned with more slick, slathering Xander's hole til there was no resistance left. Brown eyes crossed each time his Master stroked that wonderful place inside, and all he could do was suck and wiggle and pray *something* happened soon.

"Think you like being at my mercy, Xan. And y'know what? I like it too, alot more than I probably should. Wanna keep you here, ready and willing, all the time. Where it won't matter the time of day or day of the week, you'll always be right where I want ya."

Panting lightly, Spike stroked the tanned lower back as he guided his erection into place. With one smooth thrust, he was fully encased in hottightsoftXAN and pushing til his balls met his lover's. Which they shouldn't be able to do from this angle... frowning, Spike flipped loose the bonds that held his lovely's body, without dislodging his cock, and carried him over to the bed. Set high off the floor, it was a much better position for them both.

Now that his hands were free, Xander could join the fun more easily. Except he didn't have permission. And that little reminder to self kept him from pulling the blond further inside, or tweaking his own nipples, or pulling his aching hard-on. He satisfied himself with releasing the gag's strap and practicing some in-out movement with the plastic cock. It never hurt to practice, right?

"Feckin hell, Xan! You look so damn good like that." Spike had intended on a slow, leisurely fuck, but watching his mortal lick and suck on the pink dildo was really hot. Speeding up, he brought a hand down in a quick smack across Xander's left cheek, watching it tremble, feeling the tight hole grip almost painfully in reaction. "Like that, dearling? Like being spanked while you're suckin that fake cock, my bigger prick pushin deep inside ya?"

Xander moaned helplessly in agreement, slathering more spit along the plastic toy. His legs were locked into place, offering passive resistance for the blond's thrusts. Each smack against his ass - whether with hand or cock - made him leak more precome over the bedsheets.

"Mmm yeah, you love this. So do I, little one. Love being swallowed by your tight little hole, watching your bum turn pinker each time I spank your lovely cheeks." Another quick series of slaps left said ass rosey, and Spike's control slipped. "Tell me yes or no, Xanpet. Want my bite again? Wanna feel me filling your arse and drinking from your neck at the same time?"

Spike's words sent the young man into shivers of sensation, his nerve endings dancing in dry orgasm as he pictured/remembered the feeling from the previous night of being taken, ass and blood, by his Master. Xander quickly pushed the dildo from his mouth, gasping, "Fuck yes, please! Take all of me... Master."

In seconds, Spike had the cockring snapped open, both arms around the panting torso of his boy. His cock fairly flew in and out of that delicious ring of muscle, and he relished every entry into his lover's body. Licking a path between earlobe and shoulder, he rested human teeth in the meaty muscle at the base of Xander's neck. He inhaled the spicy scent of hornysafehotlovedmoreneedmore coming from his Xander, then let his fangs drop lightly, pushing their way past skin and tissue.

From the first prickling at his throat, Xander felt his entire body tense in preparation for another earth-shattering orgasm. The groan from behind clued him in, that tightening anal muscles must feel awfully good, so he did it again and again. Milking that wonderful cock that was sending him to heaven, throwing his neck back and to one side to fully enjoy the gentle suck of full lips and that evil tongue. And if he gave in to the lure of unconsciousness, so what, he was entitled to pass out when his body exploded into tiny pieces of Xanbits...

~ * ~

When Xander came back to full wakefulness, he found himself wrapped in his lover's arms. Brilliant blue eyes stared down into his face, watching over him. He curled into the strong body, relishing such little intimacies.

"Mmm, just keeps getting better." His voice husky and dry, muffled by the pale chest he'd burrowed into.

Fingers carded through his hair, softly brushing out tangles. "That's the way it's supposed to be, lovely."

"Uh huh." Xander didn't want to leave the happy place his mind was stuck in, but they still had a 'discussion' or two. "Remind me to send Giles a thank you note."

His comment from left field got a snort. "From us both."

And something about the tone Spike used forced him to look up, focus on the words. "From you too? Well yeah, you got my luscious self out of the deal." Humor, however inappropriate, was his old stand-by.

"Nah, not just that. Although, you are a nummy treat." The sparkle in Spike's eyes dimmed before he'd even finished repeating the ancient phrase. "Watcher's the one who contacted me bout you. Asked if... hell, Xan, there's a long story. Sure you wanna hear it now?"

Shuffling around til he was comfortable, one pillow bunched up so he could clearly see the blond's expression, Xander nodded slowly. "Now's as good a time as any, right?"

"Ok then..."

~ TBC ~

Again, most of the next chapter is written but I'm having to go back over it to clarify things to make sense to those of you who *aren't* high as a kite on antihistamines *lol*