The Labyrinth

This bit's shorter than the rest... but it might answer your questions about a few things.
New warning: borderline Daddy!kink, if you look close enough. Role-playing is fun for the whole family *wink*


- Part 5 -

"Right, the whole story." For the first time since Xander arrived, the blond lit a cigarette, puffing at it in aggitation. "See, some things a vampire can smell, or sense. Like those lovely hormones you humans give off when you're turned on, or the way certain types give off 'whip me beat me' vibes, yeh?"

Xander knew this, or had suspected as much. You don't live with the undead as many times as he had without picking up on some little hints. Much to his dismay in the past, he had often given the blond ammunition against him with the wrong thing said with conflicting body language. So here, he just nodded and kept quiet.

"Yeh, so... was back when I first came to you kids, being chained up at the Watcher's an havin to listen to all of you nammerin on bout one thing or another. Made a few comments to Rupes, he made a few back, we... acknowledged each other."

Eyebrows lifted in confusion, Xander's face begged for explanation.

"You called me a switch-hitter last night, remember luv? Well, you weren't wrong. Rupes is the same, though he's more a bottom than I am. Still, when ya know how to look for it, there's certain behaviors that broadcast it, yeh? You Scoobies wouldn't know it to look at us, but your Watcher and me, we had many a conversation about ... things." Puff, exhale, ash on floor, repeat several times. "I made some comment bout you followin his footsteps, an if he ever needed help trainin ya to let me know."

Strong hands kept Xander from bolting upright. Barely.

"You asked, an I'm tellin, so don't interrupt!" Puff, exhale, ash. "Said it to get a rise outa him, didn't I? Problem is, it didn't work out like I planned. He... he said I might have to, cus you'd never see him as anythin but a stand-in father, an one day you'd be needin someone ta take ya in hand." His accent so thick it was hard to understand, Spike's aggitation increased. "I thought he was pullin my chain. Then he pushed me at you, an I got ta see how ya lived an how demon girl treated ya. An even then, still didn't take it seriously."

He reached into the bedside table, snuffing his cigarette out on an ashtray before laying down again. "Never brought it up again... til that mess with Caleb. You remember how he an I got along bout then? Part of it's cus I told'em no, wouldn't take advantage of ya, couldn't do that to someone who took me in when I was all crazy. He finally got it, still pissed at me, but he didn't ask again."

Flipping onto his side, Spike stroked his hand down Xander's cheek, softly curling his fingers into thick brown hair. "Him an Andrew are the only ones who knew when I came back, an that suited me fine. At the time. Then all hell broke loose an Peaches an his crew all died, an I'm the only one left. Thought bout gettin in touch with the rest of ya, but Rupes, he said it wasn't time yet. So I got settled an comfy, an tried to decide what to do with myself."

Watching Xander's face for permission, Spike ghosted a kiss over slack lips. "See, you were always the best of the lot. Even 'fore the soul, I'd've done most anything for ya, just cus you always treated me better than the girls."

"No Spike, I was awful!"

"Shh, hush you. Even when I was at my lowest, you... feared me just enough that it gave me some dignity back. Then we started snipin at each other, an that was so fine, like I had a friend who wouldn't pull their punches with me. An after... the soul an bein crazy an all... you took me in again, gave me a place where I could pull myself together, away from all the worried looks an estrogen, gave me somethin stable to hold onto. An I'd've done just about anythin for ya, but you never asked..." his voice trailed off, remembering a time...

"Hey, I didn't know-"

Cutting him off, the blond's voice grew stronger. "No, you didn't. Bout yourself or me or him or anythin. An that's fine, was a crazy time for everyone. Just glad ya never went to Rupes. Figured you trusted him most, even how ya look at'im like he's your Da, he'd be the one who-"

"Can I just say 'ewwww' now and we move on? Cus Giles being the one to tie me down and fuck me? Not something I wanna see in my dreams every night." It was Xander's turn to offer comfort, easing his fingers along the lines of Spike's face, smoothing out worry marks and offering his warmth. "I'm glad you made him wait. Before, it wouldn't have been right."

"That's what I tried ta tell'em, but the stubborn bugger's persistant as hell." Pressing into the gentle touch, Spike soaked up his boy's affectionate caress. "Was still worried last night. Scents you put off almost had me vamp 'fore you even made it to the door. Nervous and scared and so horny ya had ta hurt from it, an I had ta make sure, didn't I, had ta know ya weren't gonna run screamin into the night once ya found out it was me."

Soft lips stopped the undead babblefest in progress, bringing the blond head in for a deep kiss. When Xander finally broke for air, he pulled and tugged til Spike rested under his chin, slowly rocking him. "Well, that would have made some of my fantasies more interesting. Back in the basement, I would never have stayed with Anya if you'd just wiggled your fingers my way, y'know? But I'm glad you didn't later, after Caleb and my eye... probably would have asked for... more pain than anything. Bad bad place there."

Between gentle words and rhythmic strokes, Xander had his lover in a quiet trance, finally bringing him out of panic mode. "Super vamp senses, you had to have smelled how much I wanted and hated wanting. Made me viscious with you an awful lot, and I never said sorry for it before, but I am. You didn't deserve to take the heat from my repression. But I'm glad you were the one."

Floating in a sea of his own twisted thoughts, Spike barely heard his lover's words. The last sentence played through his mind several times before sinking in, and at last, let himself relax and completely enjoy. "So you're not mad?"

"Nope, not mad." Xander grinned into blond curls. He knew there would be more discussion after the vampire finally snapped out of his self-induced trance, but for now he was really happy just laying here.

"An you're not mad at the Watcher either?"

Such a small voice, it seemed wrong coming from the larger-than-life Master vamp. "Why would I be? It's nice having someone look out for me. Hell, I wouldn't have known what was missing without a few subtle nudges from Giles. So no, can't say I'm mad there either."

Muscles tensed for too long relaxed against the brunet, as Spike finally permitted himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, his lover wouldn't stake him and run. "Don't suppose you'd wanna take turns, would ya?"

Grin breaking into a wide smile, Xander laughed out loud. "Well, we'll see. First you'll have to show me the ropes, ok blondie? Then we'll decide who gets tied up and when and where." With a smirk wicked enough to concern the Scourge of Europe's youngest member, the mortal leaned closer to his lover's ear, whispering, "And just maybe we'll tackle a certain Watcher together, make him spill all his secrets to us, hmm?"

"Whathefuck?!" Spike's entire body sprang up a foot off his lover's body, turning mid-air to straddle the startled brunet. "Xanluv, ya jus said that he's like yer Da, an now ya wanna 'tackle'em? Got more kinks'n I figured..."

"Woah there, fangboy. Who said anything about... oh. Oh... OH! Uh..." Between babble, blushes, and his train of thought completely derailed, Xander's eyes lost their focus for several minutes.

Apparent to his Master, however, other parts of him were still paying attention to the conversation. Inwardly reprogramming several assumptions, Spike wiggled against his lover's most recent erection and his eyes took on an unholy light. "Didn't figure ya for the sort to wanna be punished by Daddy, but if that's somethin you want, we'll have ta have ol' Rupes visit, yeh?" He leaned down and nipped a flushed earlobe, dropping his voice to a whisper. "He might not even touch ya, jus direct me in how an where ta spank ya, fuck ya, what toys ta use... Tellin us both how naughty you've been an how much ya need to be taught ta obey yer elders, hmm?"

While his conscious mind might rebel against the images being sent him, Xander's traitorous subconsious (and dick) led him deep into a surreal fantasy. Where Giles was back in tweed, his glasses slipping down his nose, as he instructed Spike to use the wooden ruler instead of his hand - it would leave more interesting marks, after all. Full choreography with the old Sunnydale High School library as backdrop, him bent over a research table and strapped down to its solid frame, Spike following the librarian's every order. Including how hard and at which angle to push into him.

Minorly concerned when his lover zoned out so suddenly, Spike was tempted to kiss him out of his stupor. Then he caught a whiff of overwhelming arousal coming from the mortal, followed by a long low groan and shudder. He grinned wickedly, swapping back to his cultured voice.

"You've been a very bad boy, Alexander. And as it is our duty as your educators to insure your growth into moral and intellectual maturity, my associate - Mr. Giles - and I have determined to utilize whatever means necessary to effect the best results. Do pay attention, young man. The following lessons will be repeated until you remember what sort of behavior is expected."

So saying, he caught Xander's wrists and brought them up to the padded cuffs attached to the headboard of the bed, snapping them in place quickly. He shimmied down the flushed body, retrieving ankle cuffs and securing them. Fully spread across the wide bed, Xander's vision began to refocus itself. It was evident that at least part of his attention was still on his fantasy.

Spike smirked to himself as he located the half-full tube of lubricant and quickly prepared himself. If he played his cards right, he would get his lover's cock stuffed deep in his own arse before Xander recovered himself. He moved back into position, then stopped himself. Two last things to make this scenario perfect. The discarded blindfold from the previous evening was found halfway under a pillow, and easily slipped into place. He bent close to the mortal's ear again and used his century's practice at acting to push Xander further into his daydream.

"Oh dear Lord." He even remembered to insert the appropriate disgruntled sigh. "Xander, surely you don't think this is the proper way of expressing your... carnal desires." Another sigh. "Very well, then it must fall to me to elucidate your poorly tutored responses into a more beneficial direction."

Hearing his mentor's voice so close to his ear, Xander was torn between mortification and instant combustion. He was absolutely certain that Giles was still in England. Right? But that tone - the very one the Brit used when he was 20% amused and 80% exasperated - was so near, and Spike's words had triggered long-suppressed feelings.

The vampire allowed himself a brief preen at his snap decision to role-play with his lover. He'd often suspected such a buried desire in Xander's subconscious, and now was the perfect time to experiment.

"Now be still and pay attention, Xander. This is a crucial lesson, one you may very well wish to recall for future reference." Positioning himself above the angry red erection, Spike lowered himself slowly, past the first tight barrier and continuing till his lover's cock was fully sheathed in his arse. "Ah, very good," he panted lightly, struggling to maintain the appropriate voice, "you have a more than adequate foundation here, and with little tuition should be able to make the most of your natural talents."

Gasping harshly, Xander's brain went into overload. He *knew* that this was Spike impersonating his friend. Really, he did. But it sounded so much like Giles. And that voice attached to a body that was engulfing him so snugly just about blew his mind. He was bound thoroughly, unable to do more than push his hips a couple of inches toward that tight haven...

"Oh!" If Spike had first thought this exercise to be for his lover's benefit, he soon found out just how erotic it was to send his lovely into a waking wet dream. Every movement from below pushed that delicious cock against his prostate, forcing his tone to roughen. "Really Xander, patience is terribly important. Do be still so that your attention does not deviate - Bloody Hell!" A series of quick thrusts from his human had Spike almost to the point of orgasm in minutes. "Very well, since you refuse to take this matter seriously, I shall have to demonstrate this one time. Do take notes, there may be a-" *gasp* "-test later. Fer fuck's sake!"

Playtime was apparently over, as the vampire's body began a fast bucking rhythm, driving himself down on Xander's groin with no finesse and little tenderness. He dived for his lover's lips, sucking and lapping his way inside even as his climax ripped through him. Spike barely noticed that his darling boy followed him, filling him with hot seed.

Several minutes later, Xander came back to reality chuckling. He nuzzled the soft hair in his face, whispering hoarsely, "Well, that was... interesting. Didn't realize I had a thing for British librarian types." His mouth found Spike's forehead and landed a few sloppy kisses. "Uh... dunno if I wanna *really* explore that, y'know? But can I reserve the right to do... something about it later?"

Floating down from his own delightful high, Spike decided that he would never again forgo the pleasure of prostate stimulation for such a long time. He sniggered at the young man's embarassed declarations, but made up his mind to get in contact with a certain Watcher before long.

"No rush, lovely. Mmm, was fun though, wasn't it?" A half-hard cock still lodged in his arse, Spike's lower body continued to throb in micro-pulses of pleasure. "Love how ya feel inside me, Xan."

"Fuck yeah, I don't wanna move an inch. No, don't want *you* to move an inch! Stay still, ok?" Hazy and still rubbing his face into the soft blond curls, Xander's voice trailed off as he slipped into a light doze.

His lover reacted by... following him into dreams of rulers and disciplinarians and tweed.

~ * ~

"Dammit Spike, get these things off me. Unless you've got some sick desire to have me flood the bed or something."

After such a rude awakening, the blond grumbled as he released Xander's hands and ankles from their cuffs. He barely managed to sidestep a rather anxious race to the toilet. He straightened the bedclothes while he waited. Then replaced lube and blindfold and random toys in their standard drawers, and waited. He was two seconds from going in to rescue his lover when the sounds of flushing and handwashing filtered out from behind the closed bathroom door.

Seeing the expression of stunned disbelief on Spike's face, Xander snickered past his blush. "What, you don't remember being human? Granted, it's been a long time for you, but still... the phrase 'piss like a racehorse' isn't new." Well, at least the blond's jaw was no longer on the floor. It had finally closed, but there was still a glaze of half shock, half concern directed at him. "Hey, I drank two glasses of milk, a huge glass of orange juice, and several cups of coffee at breakfast. Where do you think that goes? Not everyone has this supernatural metabolism thing going for them, Mister Undead Guy." So saying, he stuck his tongue out at the blond, then flounced back onto the bed with a sigh of relief.

Some small part of what Xander said finally soaked into his upper mental processes, and Spike found himself snorting in derision. "Yeh, I know what you're saying, but it's been awhile. Remind me to put some life preservers and a fire extinguisher in the loo soon, alright luv?"

Had he had the energy, Xander would have tossed a pillow at the smirking vampire. In his current state of relaxation, the most he could raise was a finger in his lover's general direction. "You're gonna wear me out, blondie. Plain generic human here, no super powers, remember?"

"Ah, but you love it, pet." Spike crawled up the bed, returning to his former nest beneath the brunet's chin. "Won't hurt either of us to take a nap though, yeh? Still got an hour or so 'fore Jan's ready to feed us dinner."

"Mmm, delicious high calorie meals worked off by energetic - if new and different - sex. Can't think of anything more appealing. Wanna roomie?"

Even as the words slipped past his lips, Xander found himself wondering how serious he was. For the first time in his life, he owned his own home - one he had worked hard to refurbish to his own tastes, with no one to tell him how to decorate or where to put the coffee table. Was he willing to give that up? Or more importantly, what exactly was he offering to give it up *for*? So stuck in his internal interrogation was he that Xander almost missed the mumbled reply.

"Can if ya wanna." Spike nuzzled into the sweet skin under Xander's jawline, just brushing it with his nose and chin. "No rush ta make up yer mind, Xan. But the offer's open, if an when ya want, yeh?"

Something else for him to mull over, and multiple scenarios of how much fun (or how many headaches) he could have with his undead lover/friend occupied his thoughts till Xander drifted off to sleep again. Complete with a lamprey-like vampire attached comfortably along his side and in his arms. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so... content.

~ TBC ~