Friday

Title: Friday
Author: Margie
Rating: NC-17 (for the naughty sex parts)
Pairing: Wes/X
Spoilers: Through S3.
Warnings: Non-con (hypnosis), and a tiny bit of D/s.

Summary: Sequel to Crystals. Wesley has hypnotized Xander into wanting him so badly he'll beg for it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Joss owns it all damn him! Feedback: Yes please! margaritagomez1@msn.com
Archive: If you want it just email me to tell me where it's going. It will eventually be on my own website when I get the chance to update (www.angelfire.com/indie/margarks/index.html)

Sorry - unbeta'd.

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Xander awoke in a sweat, his hard-on aching painfully. Checking the clock he saw that is ats at least two hours before he had to be at school. He closed his eyes as his hand drifted down to rub at his crotch. Groaning he called up the image from his dream.

Wesley was behind him hard cock purpled and wet. Xander was naked, bent over the library table his own hands spreading open his ass cheeks. Wesley's fingers pressed against him, sliding into his hole, in and out, preparing him.

Moaning Xander's hand dipped inside his pajamas, wrapping around his cock and pulling hard. He could hear his own voice in his head begging Wesley, pleading to be taken and fucked. He could almost feel Wesley's mushroom head pressing into him. Hear the rough rasp of Wesley's voice telling him how tight he was, how good he felt.

Xander came his whole body wracked with shudders.

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Fuck! What was wrong with him? He couldn't stop thinking about Wesley. His hands. His voice. The feel of Wesley's tongue against his sweat slicked skin. Oh, God. He was hard again.

Xander stared longingly at the door to the boy's restroom, but knew he didn't have time. Wesley was expecting him in just a few minutes. Xander tried to c his his mind, or at least think non-sexy thoughts, but it wasn't working. All he could think about was Wesley.

He willed his erection away, but of course it only throbbed more painfully. At least he was wearing one of the ridiculously loud Hawaiian shirts his mom insisted on buying him all the time. It was untucked and hopefully covered enough of him so that Wesley wouldn't think he was a total loser. And if nothing else, maybe the bright colors would distract the Watcher enough to keep him from looking too far down.

Slowly he pushed through the library doors, calling out to Wesley as he headed toward the table. "Hey, Wes? I'm here, sorry if I'm a couple minutes late I had - "

Xander's words were cut-off as he spied Wesley coming down the steps toward him. He couldn’t move, couldn't breathe. His mind kept replaying the last dream he'd had. The image of them here, in this room, naked and fucking like bunnies was seared into his brain.

"Oh, God." He whispered, not knowing what was happening. Unable to stop himself from stepping forward, reaching toward Wesley, a plea on his lips. "Wes."

"Yes, Xander?"

The look on Wesley's face made Xander pause. The Watcher would think he was crazy, or worse, he'd laugh. Xander didn't want, couldn't take, Wesley's rejection. "N-nothing, I - " But hunger burned through him and he took another step forward.

"Wes, please, I - "

"You what, Xander?"

"Gods."

Wesley took a step closer, putting him within touching distance. Xander groaned. "Are you quite all right, Xander?" Then Wesley reached out to touch him, his hand landing on Xander's shoulder, a look of concern on his face.

Xander was lost.

Xander's hand whipped out to grasp Wesley's hip, pulling the Watcher to him. He pressed his pulsing cock against Wesley's pelvis, rocking slowly against him and burying his face against Wesley's neck. "I need you." He murmured.

"I - " Wesley shivered at the feel of Xander rubbing himself against his body. "I beg your pardon?"

Xander began to lick at the pulse point he found, moving on to lapthe the hollow of Wesley's throat. "Please, Wes, need you." He trailed kisses up Wesley's jaw and took his mouth. Pulling away, he stared into Wesley's eyes. "Need you to fuck me." He begged hoarsely, his erection throbbing as he maneuvered to press himself against Wesley's hipbone. "Need you inside of me." He turned enlyenly and bent over the library table, pushing his ass into the air and spreading his legs. "Please, Wes. Feel so empty. I'm aching for you."

Oh, God. Please let him fuck me. Please don't let him laugh. God, please. The mantra went through Xander's head and over and over as he waited, trembling.

The moment he felt Wesley's had on his hip a burst of hysterical laughter threatened to escape. Wesley was touching him. He pushed back, groaning when he felt the bulge in Wesley's pants pressing against his denim covered ass.

"Xander." He heard Wesley moan and it only made his erection throb even more. He could feel tiny drops of pre-cum oozing out to wet his crotch.

"Hurry, Wes. God, need you so bad!" Xander straightened just enough to undo the button of his jeans and pull the zipper down.

When he was finally free of all covering he could feel goosebumps raise all along his skin as cool air caressed him. Wesley pressed his prick along Xander's cleft, making Xander writhe below him.

"Is this what you want, luv?" Xander shivered at the nickname, his cock trapped painfully agt tht the hard wood of the table.

"Yeesss." He hissed.

"Anyone could come in, catch us." Wesley warned.

"Don't care. Need you. Fuck me, please?" Xander's voice broke on the last word. He was dying to feel Wesley naked against him.

"Are you begging me for it?"

Wesley's words struck something inside Xander. Throwing his head back he cried out, rubbing his erection roughly against the table. "Yes! Wesley, I’m begging. Take me. Fuck me. Need your cock inside me. I'm so hard, and so empty. Need to cum so badly." Xander was nearly sobbing.

"Shhhh, luv." Wesley murmured as he whispered soft kisses along Xander's spine. Xander's whole body stiffened as he felt those deliciously soft lips move lower and lower. They nipped at his hipbone, his buttocks, and the very top of his crevice.

Xander clenched his teeth when he felt Wesley's thumbs spread him home, exposing his hole. The first soft lick ly uly undid him, making him scream. The sound echoed through the empty stacks.

"Yes, please. Fuck me with your tongue, Wes. Push it in me. Need you inside." He begged, pressing back against Wesley's mouth.

Xander didn't know what was driving him so wild. Why he needed this so badly, he only knew that he did. That he couldn't stand not having Wesley inside him, touching him as deep as possible.

Wesley's tongue speared him, tasting his tunnel and making Xander moan. The Watcher tongued him deep then pulled out to trace lazy circles around Xander's opening. Wesley blew cool air against the wet skin, watching lustily as Xander's entrance clenched at the feeling.

Xander clawed at the table, needing more. But he was afraid that Wesley would change his mind any second. That he would leave him here aching and needy. The thought made Xander choke on a sob.

Then, suddenly, he felt cool fingers pressing against him. One slim digit sank inside, slick with some type of oily substance. "More." The word was barely a whisper as Xander thrust back against the invading finger.

Wesley drew soothing circles along his back as he finger fucked Xander's ass, spreading him wide. Xander could feel his aperture stretching, the skin burning as Wesley scissored his fingers. He whimpered when Wesley finally pulled out of him, leaving him even emptier than before.

"Almost ready, Xander." Wesley whispered against his ear. Xander could hear wet squishing sounds and he hoped that meant that Wesley was slicking his cock for Xander's hole. He whimpered again.

Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, Xander felt the fat mushroom head of Wesley's cock pushing against his hole. He bit his lip, groaning as the head breached him, spreading him even wider than Wesley's fingers had prepared him. H. He'd just barely taken the tip in but Xander couldn't wait any longer.

With a loud grunt he thrust back hard, pushing against the library table for leverage. In one swift stroke Wesley was completely engulfed within him. The sensation made Xander's whole body tingle. He could feel Wesley's balls pressing up against his ass; the rough feel of his lover's wiry curls tickled his cheeks.

Finally! Oh, God. It felt so good! So incredible. Xander closed his eyes, savoring the feel of Wesley inside him.

Then Wesley began to move, and Xander cried out as that silky cockhead brushed against his prostate. "Wesley!" He screamed, not caring who could hear. "Harder, God, harder!" He pushed back with each thrust, needing Wesley deep, hard and fast.

"Xander, you're so tight. Feel so good." The words assailed Xander, throwing him back into the lingering memory of his dream. His fantasy.

This was his fantasy coming true. Wesley here. Taking him hard. Using his body to get off. Splitting Xander open with his cock, and fucking him mercilessly against the table.

Xander felt his balls draw up, felt the stab of pain as his cock pulsed. Then nothing. Sobs wracked his body. "Need to cum. God, why can't I cum?"

Wesley was still moving in and out of him smoothly, taking him for his own pleasure. And it only made Xander's desperate need even more urgent. He shivered as he felt the cool sensation of Wesley's tongue licking at his earlobe.

"Haven't given you permission yet, have I, luv?"

The words whispered into Xander's brain almost paralyzing him with lus"I "I - you mean I need your permission to cum?"

"Yes." The one word filled Xander with blinding desire.

"What - what have you done to me?" He was confused, yet never stopped thrusting back against that hard, slick cock.

"Only what you wanted." Wesley answered, hands clutching firmly against Xander's hips. "Only what makes you feel good. It does make you feel good, doesn't it, luv?" Wesley angled to hit Xander's prostate full on.

"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!" Xander cried out. "Please, Wes, please let me cum. Need to cum. It hurts. Feels so fucking good, but it hurts. Please!"

Wesspedsped up his hips, practically fucking Xander through the table. He felt the blood rushing up toward his skin as bruises formed where he was banging against the table, but he didn't care. He clenched his ass, wanting to milk Wesley's cock, make him cum. Maybe then Wesley would let him have his own release.

Moaning, Wesley draped himself along Xander's back, hips pistoning against the helpless boy. And then just when Xander thought Wesley would never climax, when he'd been consigned to being fucked forever, Wesley howled, bit down hard on his shoulder, and came.

He could feel the Watcher's teeth biting into his flesh, tiny beads of blood leaking from the puncture marks. Xander was still painfully hard, yet he continued to thrust back against Wesley clenching and unclenching as the man shot spurt after spurt of cum into his tunnel.

Xander's eyes were leaking tears, his breath sobbing and his chest aching. He nearly screamed himself hoarse when he finally heard the blissful word from Wesley, "Cum."

Before his cock could even shoot its last load, Xander collapsed into oblivion.