How? Why? Bloody Hell, Yes!

Chapter 9 - Wedding Night (NC-17)

Xander stripped, fondling the discarded cummerbund with a faint
smile on his face. The feel of the silk against his skin already making
him half hard. Across the bed he watched as Spike stripped bare.
His pale skin a bright wash against the dark curtains hanging around
the bed.

Spike caught Xander's stare and gave him a cocky smirk. "Like what
you see, luv?" Spike's smirk turned into a leer.

They both climbed onto the bt tht the same time, reaching for one
another. As they let their hands explore each other, their mouths met
in a searing kiss. Xander moaned as Spike's tongue thrust in and out
of his mouth, mimicking the actions that would follow later.

Their bodies met, hard cocks rubbing against onothnother; pre-cum
oozing steadily from both men. Spike pushed until Xander was lying
flat on his back, his legs spread wide to accommodate his lover.
Spike's mouth moved over Xander's face, peppering it with wet kisses
before moving down to suckle at his neck. Xander arched into the
touch. His neck had never been an erogenous zone for him until he'd
been with Spike. Knowing how much the act turned on his husband
only made Xander's own arousal peak.

"Spike!" Xander groaned. Wanting more he spread his legs wider
and bucked up. When Xander felt Spike leave his neck and begin to
travel down his body his words turned into gibberish. "Gapltizl." And
when he felt that cool mouth engulf his straining erection all he could
do was cry out. "Ah!"

Spike grinned around the hard cock, loving his boy's reaction. He
bobbed his head once, twice, sucking hard as he went. Xander was
thrusting into his mouth eagerly. Xan let a desperate groan escape
when Spike lifted himself off the leaking head, giving it one last lick
before pulling away.

"Spike? Wah?" Xander tried to raise his head to see what Spike was
doing, but was pushed back down onto the pillows. "Shhh, luv. Just
sit back and relax. I've got you." Spike punctuated his words with a
quick kiss to Xan's lips.

It took a moment for Xander to realize thpikepike had left the bed.
When he did he opened his eyes to begin a search of the room, only
to find Spike standing in front of him with what looked like a silk cord
dangling from his hand. "Do you trust me, luv?"

Xander felt his erection twitch at the sight and at the thought of what
Spike had planned. He almost came right then. He stared into
Spike's ice blue eyes and whispered one word, "Always."

Spike's breath caught at Xander's answer. He knew his mate trusted
him, but the implications of what that meant were just sinking in. He
moved forward, taking the silk cord and rubbing it gently against
Xan's wrists. The boy moaned and shut his eyes, his whole body
going rigid with the need to find release. Slowly he wrapped the cord
around Xander's wrists, bringing them up to tie them to the ornate
metal headboard. He pulled a second and third cord out from the
small bag that he'd placed by the bed. He used these to tie Xan's 's
ankles to the footboard. "Okay luv?" Spike asked anxiously, wanting
to make sure his lover was comfortable with the whole situation.

"Fuck, yeah." Xander groaned out. The feel of the silk against his
skin was intoxicating, and the fact that he was now at Spike's mercy
was making his whole body tremble. He started when he felt smooth
silk wrap around his head, covering his eyes and shutting out the
light. "S-spike?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes, Xan? Too much?" Spike was quickly reaching for the blindfold
only to stop at Xan's next words.

"No Xan Xander exclaimed quickly, knowing Spike was ready to stop the
game. "Just needed to hear your voice."

"Okay, Xan. I'll just keep talking." Spike pulled out the rest of the
items from his goody bag as he spoke. "You're so sexy, luv. All
spread out and ready for me. Your beautiful cock wet and hard."
Spike ran his cool hands over said cock, watching as Xander's body
writhed in front of him.

Spike pulled one white silk glove over his right hand. His own cock
was leaking steadily, knowing what Xan's reaction was going to be.
He was still in awe at the way his boy had responded to the silk
cummerbund he'd used during their play at the tailor's the other day.
Slowly he trailed his silk covered fingers lightly over Xan's skin,
watching as the flesh goose pimpled before his eyes. "You like that,
Xan? You like me touching you, running my silky fingers over your
hot body?" Xander's head was thrashing back and forth, his words
incoherent and unsteady. "I'm going to toucu alu all over. Touch you
until you're begging for more. Until you can't wait for that smooth silk
to cover your hard cock so that you can thrust in and out of the cool
material. I'll wrap it around you tight, let you get it soaked with your
salty juices." Spike continued to tease him.

"Ungh!" Xander's breathing was harsh. He was afraid he would
hyperventilate any second. "se…\se…" he whispered, the word
trailing off on a puff of breath.

"Please what, luv?" Spike's hand was teasing and tugging on a
nipple; pinching the skin until it reddened, and then running the
smooth silk over the irritated flesh until it cooled only to repeat the
process. "Do you want me to do that? Do you want me to wrap your
dick with silk? I'll suck you through the material. Suck hard until
you're whimpering. Until I can taste you through the thin covering."
Spike licked his own lips in anticipation.

Xander wanted to sob. "Fuck, Spike, yes! Please, do it! Please!" He
was struggling, trying to buck his body forward, hoping that Spike
would have mercy and follow through with his promises. "Wrap me
up. Suck me. Fuck me. Please, anything. Anything!"

The second Xander felt the rasp of silk against his sensitive cockhead
he cried out. Luckily Spike had anticipated this and wrapped a firm
grip around the base of Xander's penis, staving off his orgasm. "Unh
unh unh, pet. Not yet," Spike whispered. "You'd miss all the fun."
Spike leaned forward and nipped Xan on the hip, his fangs just
brushing against his skin. Xander moaned, lost to sensation.

Xander couldn't believe how turned on he was. The sensory
deprivation caused by the blindfold and his inability to move were
making him horny as hell. The idea that he didn't know where Spike
was going to touch or taste him next made Xander's eyes want to roll
to the back of his head. It made him twice as sensitive to each touch
and lick from his lover. And the feel of silk against his skin was
obviously a new kink he'd never had the pleasure of abusing before.

Finally, Xander felt Spike wrap the cool material around his cock. He
wrapped it as tightly as promised and then placed just the tip into his
mouth. Sucking out the pre-cum that had already soaked the
material, Spike moaned in delight. "Mmmmm. Lovely pet. Tastes
juightight." He smacked his lips for emphasis.

And then, without warning, he took the whole of Xander's penis into
his mouth. He reveled in Xander's loss of control, feeling the boy
buck into his mouth, his erection twitching with each thrust. Spike
swallowed once, the knot of material around Xan's dick making it hard
to bob his head up and down the shaft. Instead, he lifted himself off
the erection, soothing Xander's sobs as he went. "Shhh, luv. No
worries now. Just getting you ready for me." He spoke gently, all the
while rubbing one hand over Xander's stomach while the other
reached for the lube he'd placed on the night stand.

"Please, Spike." Xander begged between sobs. "I can't take any
more. Please." His breathing was ragged and his body shook with
the effort to stave off the tears. "Need you." The last words were a
broken plea.

Spike's whole body went rigid. Had he gone too far? Quickly he
ripped the blindfold off, waiting until Xander could focus on him.
"Xan, luv. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to - " He was leaning forward
pressing kisses all over Xan's face as he begged forgiveness.

"No, Spike!" Xander tried to gain his attention. "Don't apologize. I
love you. I love you." He repeated the words until Spike had stopped
his ministrations.

"I love you too, Xan. Didn't mean to hurt you. Didn't mean to go so
far." Spike was babbling, a trait Xander found endearing all the more
because Spike never did it for anyone but him.

"Shhh, Spike. You didn't. I wanted it. I want it. Please. I'm not hurt.
I just need you. Need you so bad. Want you in me. Please, Spike.
Please." Xander was back to begging, his erection never having
flagged during their last exchange.

"Yes, luv. Anything, luv." Spike prepared him quickly, his fingers
thrusting in and out of Xander's opening. He was careful not to touch
Xan's prostate, knowing how close he already was. He didn't want
Xan coming until he was inside him.

Spike gripped his cock, guiding it until the head was just brushing
Xander's hole. As he began to push in he realized that Xander was
still bound to the bed. He reached up intending to free his lover, but
Xander stopped him. "No, Spike! Leave them on. I love the feeling
of submission. Of knowing you control me. Us. Our lovemaking."
Xander stared up into Spike's sparkling eyes, noting the wet sheen to
the blue orbs. "Make love to me."

Spike felt every inch as the hot silk of Xan's walls closed over his
shaft. No matter how long they were together, Spike could never get
used to that feeling. The feeling of heat that surrounded him at first
breach. His eyes squeezed shut as he stopped to enjoy the
sensation. Once he was all the way in, he began a slow, lazy
rhythm. It didn't last long, neither he nor Xander able to control their
passion. Spike's thrusts became harder, his grip on Xander's hips
tightening enough to leave faint bruises. Neither noticed.

Spike was close, his balls were drawing up and he knew it was only a
matter of seconds. His hand lifted off Xan's hip and closed itself over
Xander's cock. He squeezed once, then twice, eliciting what sounded
like pained groans from his husband. The wet material surrounded
Xander's dick made it hard for him to pump his hand up and down.
Spike settled for short, shallow pumps, and hard almost bruising
squeezes. Xander didn't seem to mind, and was bucking madly. His
ass pushing down to meet each of Spike's thrusts, and then bucking
up into Spike's hand for more friction.

"Spike…I'm cumming…oooh fuck." Xander's words escaped o
lo
long drawn out breath. His cock began to spurt, the thick ropy liquid
caught by the thin silk material. As Xander's ass clenched around
him, Spike lost control and peaked. His climax was almost painful,
his cock throbbing with each emission. Until finally they were both
spent.

Spike unwrapped Xander's trapped nod now softened cock. And then
undid his restraints. He dropped everything on the floor by the bed
and then reached into the goody bag for the wet wipes he'd placed
there. He carefully cleaned off Xander and then himself, chuckling
when he noticed Xander was lying in an unmoving, boneless heap.
He leaned over and gave Xan a quick peck on the lips before
collapsing on the bed next to him. They snuggled together for a few
moments, both letting the lazy contentment they felt take over.

"Thank you." Xander snuggled closer and placed a chaste kiss on
Spike's chest. "Love you."

"Love you too, Xan." ke'ke's arm tightened around his husband.
"Was our wedding night everything yontednted?"

Xander's heart ached at the sound of insecurity in his lover's voice.
"'Course, Spike. All I wanted was to be with you."

Xander's heartfelt matter-of-fact statement made Spike's own heart
light. The last remnant's of William's insecurity and self doubt were
pushed aside by Xander's unconditional love. He sighed in
contentment, happy to do nothing more for the rest of his unlife than
lie quietly with his husband beside him.


THE END