Playing Games

**Author's notes and warnings: Light BDSM in this chapter-very light just some spanking but I thought a warning couldn’t hurt in case some people out there don’t like that kind of thing.


Xander pulled up in front of the house Angel had borrowed from a friend. He had been looking forward to this all day. He’d always wanted to try a BDSM scene but with Spike’s chip they really couldn’t. They had gotten very good at gauging just how far they could go but they still had to be careful. Xander grinned. Not tonight though. He grabbed the pizza box and headed for the door.
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Xander rang the bell and waited impatiently. This was his last delivery of the night and he was ready to go home. He forgot his impatience, however, when the door opened. The man standing there was drop dead gorgeous. Short, spiky, brown hair; liquid brown eyes; and the kind of body men spent hours in the gym obtaining. Xander realized he was staring and blushed.

“Uh, hi. Delivery for Angel.”

“Could you set it on the front table while I grab my wallet?”

Xander stepped into the foyer and set the box on the table. His eyes scanned the room while he waited. The foyer led into a spacious living room; the kind of room Xander wished was in his own house. He stepped forward to get a better look at the room.

Hmm. Fireplace that practically took up one wall, stereo system that made his look like garage sale rejects, big screen tv, naked blond man in the corner…

What the hell?

Xander swung his head back towards the corner, sure he was seeing things. But no. There was a naked man standing in the corner, hands braced on the wall, bent slightly forward so his butt was pushed out.

“That’s my slave, Spike.”

Xander jumped a foot. Angel had come up behind him. His breath tickled the back of Xander’s ear when he spoke again.

“He’s been very bad this afternoon and is waiting for me to decide on his punishment.”

Xander’s cock made a frantic leap in his jeans at the word ‘punishment’.

“Would you like to stay and watch?”

Xander turned astonished eyes to the man, who only smiled and waited for his reply. After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

Angel chuckled and led him to one of the couches. After they were seated, Angel left and came back quickly with two beers and some plates. He handed one of the beers to Xander, who smiled gratefully. His mouth felt like a desert. Angel opened the box of pizza and selected a slice. “Hungry?”

“No. Thank you.” His stomach was in knots and he knew he wouldn’t be able to eat anything.

“What’s your name?”

“Xander.”

Angel nodded his head towards the corner where Spike stood quietly. “Beautiful like that, isn’t he?”

Xander realized that from this couch, they had an unobstructed view of Spike. He watched the man for a minute; the slave stood perfectly still and Xander admired his control. If that was him, he’d be shaking like a leaf.

Angel seemed to sense his thoughts. “He’s very well trained.” He paused and smiled. “Most of the time. But every once in awhile his smart mouth earns him a red butt.”

Unbidden, the image of Spike bent over Angel’s knees, getting his ass spanked, popped into Xander’s head and he groaned.

Angel hid a small smile. This was going to be interesting. It was time to get started.

“Slave.” The tone was quiet but forceful.

Immediately Spike dropped to his knees and crawled to his Master. Kneeling before Angel, he kept his eyes downcast and waited for instructions.

“I’m finished here. I’d like an after dinner drink.” Angel turned to Xander. “Would you like another?”

“Yes, please.”

Angel turned back to Spike. “You may clean up from dinner and then bring back a beer for Xander and a whiskey for me.”

Spike stood and silently picked up the box and plates. He left the room and was back a few minutes later, carrying the requested drinks. He handed them out and then dropped to his knees again, hands clasped behind his back, and eyes downcast.

“He’s very quiet.” Xander said.

Angel chuckled. “That’s because he was so loud earlier. He’s been forbidden to speak.”

Xander shivered. What would it be like to be in someone’s control like that? He looked down at Spike and saw the urgent erection the blond was sporting. He smiled. He had an idea the slave was finding it absolutely wonderful.

Angel finished his drink and set the glass aside. He reached out and rubbed his slave’s head, smiling when Spike leaned into the touch.

“You’ve done very well this last hour, slave. However, your disrespect earlier must be addressed.” He thought for a moment. “Twenty lashes but you may choose the implement.”

Spike stood and headed for a large armoire near the fireplace. Xander hadn’t noticed it before. His mouth fell open in shock. The armoire was full of whips, paddles, and leather belts. And drawers that he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the contents of. Spike made his selection and then returned to his Master’s feet, wordlessly handing him the paddle he had chosen.

“Alright, slave. Over my knees.”

Just the sight of Spike in the position he had conjured earlier was almost enough to make Xander come on the spot.

When Spike was in the position he wanted him in, Angel placed a hand on the small of his back and picked up the paddle.

“You can moan, gasp, cry, whatever but you are still forbidden to speak. Understand?”

Spike nodded and waited for the first blow.

The crack of the paddle landing on Spike’s ass was startling loud. Xander jumped and then winced in sympathy. That had to hurt. But Spike didn’t make a sound, just wiggled a bit as the next four smacks landed on his butt. The next five were much harder and when Angel paused after them Spike was breathing hard, his butt a bright shade of red. Angel rubbed a hand over his slave’s backside, enjoying the heat. Then he raised the paddle and let the next five blows fall in rapid succession. He spaced this out in even blows so that they covered the entire surface of Spike’s butt. Spike was moaning softly now.

“Five more and we’re done. These are going to be very hard and very fast. Ready?”

Spike nodded, his breath coming faster.

Angel raised the paddle again, delivering the last five swats in rapid succession. He made sure to hit the exact same spot each time; each swat a little harder than the one before.

Spike couldn’t help the little hiss of pain that escaped. His butt was throbbing. He sighed with genuine relief when Angel laid the paddle aside.

“All done, little one. You did very well.”

Spike slid to the floor and buried his head in his Master’s lap. He sighed when he felt a hand massaging his neck. He raised his head to meet Angel’s gaze.

“You can speak now.”

Spike took a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“I know you are. You’re forgiven. You took your punishment well and your Master is proud of you.”

Spike smiled and turned his head to place a kiss to his Master’s palm.

Angel looked over at Xander, who’d been watching them with interest. He could see the bulge straining the front of the young man’s jeans. He smiled. It was time to play with his new boy.

“Slave.”

At the tone, Spike immediately knelt in the submissive position and waited for instruction.

“Go lay over the table, legs spread wide. I want complete access to that ass.”

Xander watched as Spike crawled over to a low table in the center of the room. He draped himself over it, arms pillowed under his head. When he was in position, Angel turned to Xander.
“Strip.”

Xander stared at him, dumbstruck.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, boy.”

The tone of Angel’s voice had Xander scurrying to comply. In seconds, he was naked.

“Very good.” Angel went to the armoire and grabbed a jar of lube and went to kneel by Spike.

“Come here.”

Swallowing hard, Xander came to stand by Angel. He sank to his knees and stared at the sight before him.

“Beautiful, isn’t he?” Angel was rubbing Spike’s back. “He looks so sexy like this, doesn’t he? Bent, spread, and just waiting to be fucked.”

“Oh God.”

Angel smiled and then moved behind Xander. He grabbed Xander’s wrists and then placed the boy’s hands on the small of Spike’s back. Angel guided Xander’s hands, running them slowly over every inch of Spike’s back and then down the hot butt to stroke firm thighs.

“Like that, slave?”

“Yes, Master.”

Angel grabbed the jar of lube and opened it. He held it out to Xander.

“Slick your fingers.”

Xander did and Angel took his hand again. He placed Xander’s hand on the crack of Spike’s butt and allowed the slick fingers to slip inside. Using Xander’s hand, Angel began to rub well lubed fingers all around Spike’s entrance, but he didn’t allow him to enter Spike just yet.

Spike moaned and wiggled, enjoying the massage.

“Alright, Xander. You can push one finger inside now.”

Xander did as he was told and enjoyed the feel of Spike’s body opening up to allow him in.
“Good. Now move it in and out, slowly.”

Xander did, gently stroking Spike’s walls with his finger. After a few minutes of erotic play, he turned to Angel. “May I add another?”

“You may.”

Xander slid his finger out of Spike’s ass and on the next push in added a second finger. He began to stretch and work Spike’s hole. He liked watching the way Spike’s body opened for his fingers.

Angel let him play for awhile; he was enjoying the show.

“Stop now, Xander.”

Xander sighed and reluctantly removed his fingers from Spike’s ass. He gasped when Angel’s slick hand wrapped around his cock and began to stroke.

“Would you like to fuck my slave?”

Xander’s penis jerked in Angel’s hand and Angel laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Would you like Xander to fuck you, slave?”

“If it pleases you, Master.”

Angel laughed. “Good answer.”

With one hand on Xander’s hip and one wrapped firmly around the base of Xander’s cock, Angel moved Xander into position. Slowly, inch by inch, Angel guided Xander into Spike’s ass.

“Oh yes.” Spike gave a low, sexy moan at the feel of Xander sliding into him.

Xander started to pull back, only to be stopped by Angel’s firm hand.

“Not so fast, baby boy.” Angel settled his hands on Xander’s hips. Tightening his grip, he pulled Xander’s hips back until just the head of his cock was inside Spike then he slowly pushed forward again until Xander was once again buried to the hilt in Spike’s backside. He began to fuck Spike with slow, even strokes.

Xander groaned. He was fucking Spike but Angel was controlling it. It was unbelievably exciting.

Spike was in absolute heaven. He was being fucked so slowly and gently. It was torture of the best kind. He felt Xander’s cock shift inside him and then that wonderful cock was stroking the soft swelling in Spike’s backside. Over and over Xander stroked that spot for Spike, until the blond was panting and writhing with need.

“Master, please.”

“Yes, slave?”

“Please, Master, I need to come.”

Angel quickened the pace slightly, smiling when he heard matching groans from Xander and Spike.

“Hmm, so my slave wants to come, does he?”

“Need to, Master. So bad. Please.”

“You can’t come…” he paused and grinned wickedly at Spike’s sigh of disappointment. “…until you feel Xander come in your ass.”

Angel kept up a steady thrusting, but not going fast enough to allow Xander his release. Finally, Xander could take it no more.

“Angel, please.”

“You want to come, baby boy?”

Xander nodded helplessly, the pet name sending a little thrill through him.

“Reach around and stroke Spike’s dick. You’re going to help him come.”

Xander did, using long even strokes that had Spike struggling for control.

“Good. Very good.” Angel rewarded him by thrusting harder and faster into Spike. Xander’s breathing quickened and Angel knew he was close. He leaned down to whisper in Xander’s ear.

“Come now, baby boy.”

Xander came immediately, almost as if his body had been waiting for Angel’s command. He was dimly aware of Spike’s come coating his hand. He collapsed onto Spike’s back, breathing hard.

“Did you enjoy that?”

Xander turned his head to find Angel watching him. “Yes, sir. So much.”

“Then thank me properly.”

Arousal flared in Xander’s eyes. Carefully, he pulled his spent cock from Spike’s ass and crawled to Angel.

Approval in his eyes, Angel stared at Xander’s bent head. “Undo just my zipper and then take my cock out.”

With shaking hands, Xander did. He stroked the length of Angel’s shaft a few times and then raised hesitant eyes to Angel.

“Very good. Now take me in your mouth and suck me until I come.”

Xander groaned and then did as he was told. Angel tasted wonderful and he spent long minutes licking and nibbling Angel’s cock before taking in as much as he could and sucking enthusiastically.

Angel moaned, hands fisting in Xander’s hair. God, the boy had a talented mouth. He looked over to see Spike watching them and smiled. Then he looked down at Xander and groaned helplessly. The sight of the boy on his knees, dark head moving languorously as he sucked, was too much. He tightened his hold on Xander’s hair, stilling him. Xander raised questioning eyes to him.

“Hold still. I want to fuck your mouth.”

Angel began to thrust his hips gently, not wanting to choke the boy. He closed his eyes for a moment then quickly opened them again. He wanted to watch his cock slide in and out of that beautiful mouth; wanted to watch as Xander swallowed his come. He began to move faster.

“Xander!” With a choked cry, Angel came, flooding Xander’s mouth with his seed.

Xander swallowed frantically, not wanting to waste a drop. When Angel was spent, Xander let him slip gently from his mouth, then carefully licked Angel clean. With a little grin, he tucked Angel back into his pants and zipped him up.
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Legs shaking, Angel barely made it to the couch before collapsing. Spike and Xander joined him.

“We have definitely got to do this again.” Xander said.

“No argument there, love.” Spike shifted so he could lay his head on Angel’s thigh. His butt still hurt from the spanking Angel had given him. He felt like a little comfort.
With a small grin, Angel obliged, softly stroking Spike’s hair. Xander decided that looked good so he commandeered Angel’s other thigh. Angel laughed and began stroking Xander’s hair too. They sat in comfortable silence for awhile.

“Spike says you’ve got a week’s vacation coming up.” Angel broke the silence.

“Yep. In about two months. We’ve almost got the new high school done and then I’m taking a week off.”

“Any chance you might want to spend some of it here in L.A.?”

“Nope.”

“Oh.”

Angel sounded so sad that Xander couldn’t keep up the teasing.

“We’re going to spend the whole week here.” Xander planted a kiss on Angel’s mouth. “If that’s ok with you.”

The pleased smile that spread across Angel’s face was answer enough.