Rules

A week had passed since his birthday, and Xander was a wreck. At nights, he was plagued with dreams of an evil leather clad vampire fucking him, making him beg for it, making him burn and ache and cry. His days were worse.

How many times had he almost been caught fucking his hand to relieve the ache between his legs? How many times had he been lost in a daydream where Spike was under his desk, sucking on his cock as he tried to answer the teacher’s questions?

Even now, as he walked out of class, he was thinking about jogging home to jack off. But that would mean he’d be alone on the street, his heart beating, his eyes searching the shadows, on edge and expecting to be jumped when he least expected it. At least at school he was safe.

He shoved his books into his locker and gave one of the jocks who threw an insult his way a weak smile. He was too tired to muster up a wickedly funny response that would get him stuffed into a locker anyway.

Listlessly, he headed toward the exit. He didn’t much feel like finding Buffy and Willow during break time, but it might get his mind off other stuff. Stuff like a hard male body pressing against his back, getting goosed by a bulging cock, and rough hands gripping his hips while forcing him to walk in a direction opposite to where he’d been planning to go.

“Hey!” Anxiously, he turned his head and found himself staring into Spike’s eyes. “No... can’t ... not here...” Panic washed over him.

“Where and when I say, mate.” Paying no heed to passing students, Spike arched his hips forward. “There’s a closet at the end of the hall, or I could do you here.”

Xander’s heart pounded. Fear and lust coursed through his body. He staggered forward, allowing the vampire to coral him... Shepard him along and shove him inside a closet filled with janitorial supplies. “This is too much, Spike you can’t...” Those blue eyes turned chilly and predatory, shutting Xander up.

“Good.” Spike looked the boy up and down. “You won’t be telling me again what I can and cannot do, yeah?”

The implacable look on the vampire’s face had Xander swallowing hard. “Okay... yeah.” Fuck... what had he gotten himself into now? If he shouted... Buffy...

“The Slayer won’t get to you before you’re a lifeless heap,” Spike said, reading his mind and dragging a black-varnished nail across Xander’s throat, pressing it into his pulse point.

Xander’s head jerked back. He watched Spike from under his lashes. Was this the end? Is that what the vampire meant?

Long moments passed. Xander’s heart beat so hard against his chest, he thought he might collapse. Then the blond took a step toward him, simultaneously grabbing the waistband of Xander’s jeans and preventing him from hitting the shelves at his back. Every fiber of Xander’s body reacted to this treatment. It shouldn’t... but fuck... his cock was pressing against his zipper and all he could think of was begging Spike to free him.

“Maybe I’m in the mood to be serviced,” Spike drawled, knowing Xander was about to explode with need.

No. He was never going to do that. Never. He didn’t answer, but he set his jaw in a stubborn stance.

“We’ll see about that, yeah?” Spike gave a rough tug on Xander’s jeans, bring them cock to cock, as he closed his mouth over the boy’s, forcing his tongue past lips that had been set in a firm line.

Xander’s heart skipped a beat at the pronouncement, then suddenly his mouth was ruthlessly being taken by Spike, over and over. The vampire’s tongue moved in and out, pushing, exploring, fucking... making him pulse, and throb, and ache so bad he groaned.

In the grip of sensations so strong, he didn’t know what to make of them, he didn’t even realize the vampire had pulled both their pants down. All he knew was that suddenly Spike’s cock was rubbing against his... skin to skin... and it made him burn... made him need so much. “Please... please fuck me...”

When the vampire pulled back, the triumph in his eyes was clearly visible. “That’s hardly interesting.”

Interesting. That meant torture, Xander was too familiar with that. Even as he started to shrink back, strong hands gripped his sides and lifted him. When Spike’s mouth touched his belly button, he arched back, almost blinded by a dark, uncontrollable need. Fuck.

Spike shoved Xander’s tee shirt up with his face and licked his stomach. Feeling the boy make a struggling motion, he dragged a sharp tooth along the soft skin of his belly – a warning, effective since Xander stopped moving. Open mouthed, he kissed the spot better, sucking on it... “Hold the bar.”

“Oh... what?” Xander tried to bring his eyes into focus.

“Hold the fucking bar above your head.”

“Wha...” Looking up, Xander saw a steel bar. Had the vamp put it... ow! Feeling steely fingers bite into his hips, he immediately obeyed. His fingers wrapped around steel, and he felt the vampire loosen his hold so that Xander was the one holding most of his own weight off the ground.

He wanted to ask questions. Wanted to say he couldn’t hang on forever, that his arms were already starting to burn. But Spike’s expression... forbidding... full of raw need and danger... made the words stick in his throat. Afraid and wanting, he whimpered... wriggling slightly when his cock brushed Spike’s hip.

What was he thinking? What was behind the vampire’s eyes? Fuck...

Shoving both hands under Xander’s tee shirt, Spike caressed every inch of him, possessed every inch of him, his gaze never leaving Xander’s. “Dream about me, did you?” When there was no answer, he pinched a hard male nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Aw... yes... fuck... yes...” His cock grew harder, if that was possible. “I fucking dreamed ... satisfied?”

“Hardly.

Cool lips left hot trails along his abs, and then moved over his side. Xander swallowed. Felt good, but hardly satisfying. And the thought of being left like this... argh...

And then that mouth moved lower, skimmed along his shaft, teased his cock mercilessly. Xander involuntarily thrust his hips forward and was rewarded by a snarl. God... what did the vampire want from him... when that tongue was now giving his balls a lashing, and that sharp cheek kept stroking and brushing his length... what was he supposed to do?

“Want to be in my mouth?”

“Fuck yeah...” Xander breathed, his arms burning under the weight of his body. Instead of getting what he wanted, he felt the vampire move lower, now taking his balls into his mouth. The skin of his sack tightened, his cock stood higher... screaming for attention. “Oh God...”

Spike was relentless, stroking, sucking, touching with his hands, and making it impossible for someone inexperienced, like the boy, to stay still... and punishing him when he moved... withdrawing his tongue... bruising his thighs with his fingers...bringing his mouth close to the head of the boy’s cock and blowing.

Dead... he was gonna be killed dead... but he didn’t care... couldn’t care anymore. In the thrall of a need so strong it swamped him completely, Xander jerked back and forth, wanting, demanding relief.... his eyes were tearing, his breaths coming out in gasps, his throat raw and convulsing. His fingers started to slip off the bar.

With his preternatural speed, Spike withdrew, roughly grabbed the boy and told him to ‘shut up’ as he turned the boy around and forced him to bend over.

And instant later, a very confused Xander found himself hanging upside down from the bar he’d been holding. Spike’s cock flexed against his face, so big... so fucking scary.

Spike felt calloused, blistered hands grip his thighs as the boy tried to push away from the vampire’s very aroused cock. Laughing at the puny efforts, he thrust his hips, fucking Xander’s face.

About to tell the vampire to fuck off, Xander looked up and saw the cruel slash of his mouth. He was in a dangerous mood... playing, but dangerous. And fuck... he was moving his head between Xander’s thighs again. Just like that, Xander was back to writhing and needing.

“Want it? Take me in your mouth,” Spike ordered, playing with Xander, sucking the side of his shaft.

“No...” That was the only word Xander got out before his world narrowed and turned into hell. A rough hand stroked his cock, his balls... threatened to give him the release his body was screaming for, but withheld it. Sharp teeth dragged along his thigh, threatening to cut, threatening to sink into soft skin. Need slammed into him, desire, lust, too much ... so fucking hard...

“Take me. Now.”

Moving his face back and forth to align his mouth up with the thick cock pricking his face, and opening his mouth, Xander almost gagged at the force with which Spike’s thick heavy cock pushed all the way back into his throat. About to struggle, he felt the vampire step back... and now he could breath again. As fear of death by choking left him, the demands of his body sharpened. Spike was still mouthing his cock, doing all but taking him and sucking him. “Pl...” he tried to talk, but found it impossible around the dick in his mouth.

“Suck... do it.”

As the vampire’s mouth closed around Xander’ cock, tightened, and slid off... a blinding light struck Xander. He gripped Spike’s thighs and emulated the vampire, rewarded by more pressure.... “Ye... ye...”

Spike snarled at the interruption. “Suck me or...” Going game face, he ran the jagged edges of his teeth over Xander’s cock.

That should have had him lose his erection. Instead, Xander started to thrust, even as he followed Spike’s instructions to the tee this time. All he knew was his own cock was pulsing madly as dangerously sharp teeth maneuvered around it, buffered by nothing but Spike’s tongue surrounding him. Fuck... fuck... fuck...

Time stood still as Spike took care of the agony between Xander’s legs, and Xander did his best to remember to get the vampire off. All he knew was he was close... so fucking close... he was moving so hard, almost coming off the bar... and then he stiffened, liquid heat shooting into the vampires throat... and even then, being reminded by fingers digging into his thigh... reminded he had a job to do...

“That’s it...” Spike pulled out, letting his seed fall to the ground as he righted Xander. “Put your pretty mouth to work, didn’t I.”

Dizzy from hanging upside down, Xander stumbled forward, and found himself pushed back. Mouth open, he stared into eyes that had gone from hot to fearsome and chilly. Now what?

“One step closer to the end...”

“To what?”

Spike raised Xander’s belt in the air. He’d looped it, and was dangling it. “Hangman...” Dropping it next to his feet, he walked out.

“Hangman...” Closing his eyes, Xander remembered Spike’s threat. Promise. Threat. Oh God, he had to do something about this... had to.

Bending, he retrieved his belt and put his clothes back together, when the door opened. The janitor rolled his eyes, “come on out boy.”

As Xander walked the hallway, he heard the students laugh at him. Harris had been stuffed into a closet again. Like any of them could have fought Spike off. Like he’d fought him off... Like he wasn’t dying for a few hours to pass so he could close his eyes and remember being brought off so hard it still made his gut clench to think about it.

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