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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer
  Relationship:
      Spike/Xander_Harris
  Additional Tags:
      Dirty_Talk, Begging
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-01-01 Words: 2948
****** The First Step ******
by Morgana
Summary
     It's admitting it that's hardest of all
“Xander!” Willow jerked the comic book out of her friend's hands. “Pay
attention,” she scolded him. “Do you want to pass English or not?”
“I do, but not if it means having to go through all this,” he gestured at the
textbook on the table with a scowl. “C'mon, who says this kinda stuff in real
life?”
Willow tossed the comic book across the table and opened the English book to
the grammar section, pointing to the exercise she was trying to coach him
through again. “You'd be surprised who uses this. And even if it's not
something we say all the time, you have to know it or you won't get into
college!”
“Who cares? I think we both know college isn't in my future, Will. Unless it's
clown college or McDonald's Burger University - but they're not really likely
to put this on the entrance exam.” He flashed her a quick grin, only to have it
falter when he met with her resolve face.
“You are not going to clown college, Xander Harris, and that's final. I thought
we got all this straightened out last year,” she informed him. When he didn't
argue with her anymore, she cleared her throat and continued. “Okay, so a word
can be considered to be polysemous when -” Willow broke off when Xander slammed
his book shut.
“It's no use, Will. This stuff's even worse than Geometry. I might as well face
it - I'm doomed to a life standing behind counters with funny shirts and stupid
hats.” He slumped down in his chair. “I don't suppose you know how to say 'Do
you want fries with that' in Spanish, do you?”
“Xander, it's really not that hard,” she replied. “Look, you just have to break
it down. 'Poly' means many, right? So 'polysemous' is a word with many
different meanings. Got it?”
He shook his head and shoved his chair back. “Easy for you, Wills, but I'm
calling it a night. Tell Buffy I went home when she gets back, okay?”
“But Xander -” Willow's protest was lost in the swoosh of the library door as
he grabbed his backpack and left. She sighed and went back to studying for the
English test, hoping that he'd change his mind and come back after he'd had a
few minutes to cool down. School had never been easy for him, and it hurt
sometimes to see how he struggled with the things that came so naturally to
her.
Xander made it halfway down the hall before a hand shot out and grabbed hold of
him, dragging him into an empty classroom. He opened his mouth to yell, but the
hand slid up to cover his mouth just before he was slammed into the door hard
enough to drive all the air from his body. Great. Just what he needed, a late-
night pummeling from one of Larry's goon squad as a perfect end to a perfect
day.
He closed his eyes and braced himself for the first punch, but it never came.
Instead, a low voice said, “Know you, don't I, mate?” Oh, God.He knew that
voice, knew the rough accent that sounded like Giles without all the hoity-
toityness.
Forcing his eyes open, he felt a cold shiver creep down his spine at the golden
eyes that stared back at him in the dim classroom. The hand over his mouth kept
him quiet, which was probably a good thing, because he'd almost certainly have
come back with some smark remark that would've seen him dead in two seconds.
Instead, he just stared at the vampire until he heard him chuckle softly. “Now
I know. You're my sire's pressie, ain'tcha? That boy he thought he could trick
me with?”
Fuck. He'd really hoped that whole thing had been forgotten, but apparently his
lifelong streak of bad luck was holding true. And from the way Spike leaned in
towards him, Angel's little decoy idea was turning out to royally suck. Xander
promised himself that he was going to punch the lying vampire jerk if he
somehow managed to live through the night.
He wasn't aware of Spike moving until one hand slid beneath his jeans and
closed on his groin, squeezing both dick and balls in a grip that stopped just
short of pain. When he glared at Spike, the vampire grinned and said softly,
“Good to see I've got your attention, pet. Now... we're gonna play a little
game, where I ask you questions an' you answer 'em. Lie to me an' -” He
tightened his grip, hard enough to make Xander yelp behind his hand. “Be a good
boy, though, an' you get to walk outta here with your knackers intact. Got it?”
Before he could respond, Spike lowered his hand and added, “Don't think I have
to spell out what'll happen if you yell for your friends, do I?” Xander shook
his head, and Spike smiled. “Smart lad. So how d'you know Angel, then?”
“He, uh, he's Buffy boyfriend.”
“That's the Slayer, yeah?”
Xander nodded, then quickly added, “Yeah,” just in case a verbal answer was
required to save his boys from getting squished like grapes.
“What's she doin' playin' kissy-face with a vampire, then?”
“She didn't read the Slayer's manual?” Xander shot back, then instantly
regretted it when Spike tightened his grip. White-hot pain shot out of his
groin, then lodged in his stomach. He swallowed hard, fighting the nausea,
since he was pretty sure that puking on Spike would be the key to a very
painful, messy death, and croaked out, “He has a soul.”
“Know that, wanker. What I don't know is why she thinks it makes a sodding
difference.” The vampire sounded like he was talking to a very slow three-year-
old.
Xander tried to think past the pain that had ebbed to more of a deep red,
probably the same color his dick was going to be after this was all over. “It
doesn't?” he asked, feeling pretty stupid at the exasperated sigh he received
in return. He braced for another squeeze, but instead, Spike just shook his
head.
“Soul's like a leash - only holds the worst part back. Doesn't make it go away
entirely,” he explained. “Guessin' His Ponciness hasn't explained any of that,
though - might come off not lookin' quite so shiny in his little sweetheart's
eyes.”
“Oh.” It was a lame response, but he wasn't quite sure what to say. On the one
hand, he couldn't help but feel vindicated that Angel wasn't the great big hero
he'd made himself out to be, but on the other, he wasn't sure if he was
supposed to just accept the word of an evil vampire about things like souls.
Spike didn't say anything for a minute, and Xander wondered how bad he'd get
hurt if he asked to leave when the vampire suddenly asked, “Why'd you let him
do it, then? Could've screamed out about the soul, called for your little
friend, but you just stood there while he offered you up. You got some sort of
death wish, boy?”
“No! I just - I didn't think he was really gonna do it!” he denied, then
whimpered when Spike's hand flexed.
“Not buyin' that, pet,” Spike chided him. “See, I'm thinkin' there was more to
it... thinkin' you wanna be mine.”
Xander opened his mouth to deny it, but Spike's thumb moved, sliding along the
length of his dick in a slow stroke. His cheeks colored as he felt his dick
twitch, then start to harden. He slammed his eyes closed and thought of the
worst things he could think of - Snyder naked, Giles in a tutu, his mother in a
teddy - before he had to stop for fear of developing some kind of complex
because none of it was working and he was not going to let himself get hard
with those kinds of thoughts!
“That it, pet?” Spike asked softly, changing from thumb to forefinger, moving
up along the length of his shaft, over the tip and down the other side. “Ever
fantasize about that before? Think about kneelin' in front of someone, lettin'
them do the drivin', move you where they want you, tell you how to do it until
all you have to do is obey an' feel?”
“No!” He couldn't help feeling his denial would've had a lot more weight if
he'd been able to keep from moaning, but Spike had just wrapped his hand
completely around his dick and stroked him, and how the hell was a guy supposed
to keep quiet when that happened?!? “I - I don't -”
“Don't lie to me, pet,” Spike warned, tightening his grip just slightly. Pain
and pleasure mixed and Xander whined in the back of his throat, feeling himself
get harder. “Can lie to yourself if you want, but not me. Now, tell me the
truth - you've thought about it, haven't you?”
Xander nodded, moaning again when Spike stroked him in reward. “Good boy. Had
some sticky dreams about that, then? Jerked off to it, too, lettin' someone
take over an' give you what a little slut like you needs, isn't that right?”
“Yeah,” he groaned, not even trying to deny it anymore, not when Spike's hand
was moving like that, tugging on his dick. “Oh God!”
Spike moved closer, nudging his legs further apart until he was pressed up
against Xander's hip. He leaned forward, teeth grazing the edge of his ear, his
voice low and husky as he purred, “Yeah, you want it. Can feel how hungry you
are for it, how much you need it. Be so easy to make you mine, wouldn't it?
Just give you a little praise, pet you a bit an' you'll be right at my feet.”
Xander gasped as his balls drew tight, then whined when Spike's fingers closed
around the base of his dick, cutting off his climax. He opened his mouth, then
shut it with a snap when Spike asked, “Gonna beg me for it?”
Shaking his head, Xander glared at him, but the brief flash of defiance melted
away when Spike's thumb slid over the head of his cock, working his precome
back into his skin. “Gettin' wet, just like a little girl,” the vampire
murmured. “Bet you wanna be fucked like one, too. That it, pet? Want me to bend
you over an' fuck you proper?”
He shouldn't want it, but the thought of Spike shoving his way inside him
suddenly made his legs weak. He could feel Spike's dick against his hip, a hard
bulge that rubbed against him when the vampire moved, and his hand twitched
weakly towards it, only to be slapped away. “No treats 'til you know how to ask
for 'em,” Spike warned him.
Xander wanted to ask how he was supposed to do that, but Spike twisted his hand
in a new way and he moaned instead. “Fuck my hand, boy. Wanna feel you drivin'
in my fist, show me how you'd move under me.” And he really needed to set the
record straight about that, because he. Was. Not. Gay. but when Spike squeezed
him again, he couldn't keep his hips from surging forward, and then he was
lost.
He shoved his dick forward into Spike's fist, his hips picking up an
instinctive rhythm that he'd only known at his own hand before. But this was so
much better - he could feel Spike's fingers as his dick slid over them, wet
from his precome, feel the way they contracted and relaxed, hear the sound of
his breathing as he started to pant, harsh and rasping, overly loud in the
still classroom.
“Feel that, pet? How hard you are, how much you need it? Do almost anythin' to
come right now, wouldn't you?” Spike whispered, his breath tickling Xander's
ear in a way that threatened to make his legs give out. “Think about it, pet -
about bein' mine. Get to give it all over, don't have to worry about anythin'
except keepin' me happy an' makin' me come. You want that, don't you?”
“Yes!” Xander gasped. “Fuck, I'm gonna -” But Spike had beat him to the punch
again, and he was left teetering on the edge of what he knew had to be an
incredible orgasm. “Spike!”
“Not yet. Haven't asked for it right,” Spike said, sounding almost bored,
although the way he pressed up against Xander offered plenty of evidence that
he was anything but.
What did he want him to do, beg? As soon as the thought occurred to him, Xander
knew he was right. He thought about trying to shove Spike away and make a run
for it, but instead asked, “Why?”
“First step, innit? Pet's gotta know his place, after all.” Spike's hand
retreated a little, and he stroked Xander just with his fingertips, a light
caress that made him arch away from the door in search of more. “Wanna be mine,
gotta know how to behave yourself.”
He glared at Spike, even as he squirmed and tried to get more contact. “I'm not
begging,” he said flatly. Begging would mean more than just accepting what the
vampire was doing to him; it would mean asking for it, wanting it... needing
it, and that wasn't something he could handle. Not yet, anyway.
“Guess you're not gonna come, then,” Spike replied. His hand slipped down to
cradle Xander's balls, rolling them on his palm before he pulled back to give
them the same teasing caresses, fingertips tickling the wiry hair there in a
way that sent shivers up the Scooby's spine. “Just means more time for me to
play, so doesn't really matter to me, does it?”
Oh, God. He was going to explode, just combust and burn up right there. Xander
opened his mouth, trying to ask for it, but the words stuck in his throat, and
he could only shudder and groan as Spike went back to stroking him, hand
working over his dick like he had all night.
Xander's hands came up to grip Spike's shoulders, pulling him closer so he
could feel more of Spike's hand, Spike's dick - more of Spike. Teeth skated
over his throat, the threat of a bite making his dick harden until it was like
iron, and Spike laughed softly. “Gonna make you mine, boy. My little slut,
ready to drop to your knees anytime I want, hungry for my cock. Bend you over
when I feel like it an' ride you til you scream, make you beg for me, over an'
over again... you want that, don't you? Want it so bad you feel like you might
burst?”
“Please!” Xander gasped, the word breaking free on a sound that was half-sob,
half-moan. “Ohhhh God, need it! Need it, please!”
“Please who?”
He didn't hesitate, too close to the edge to think about the word that flew out
of his mouth. “Master!” The second it was out, a flood of pleading babble
followed. “Master, please.... ohhhh, that's - I need it, Master, need it...
God, I need to come, please!”
Spike gave him one last firm stroke and hissed, “Come!”
Xander barely had time to process the command before his orgasm ripped through
him like a freight train. There was no thought, no reality beyond Spike's hand
and the pleasure that threatened to short-circuit his brain until he was a
puddle of goo. He came harder and longer than he ever had before, drenching
both the vampire's fingers and his own boxers, his cries muffled by the hand
Spike had clamped over his mouth. When he was able to focus on Spike again, the
vampire asked, “Done, then?”
His cock twitched, a last spurt dribbling out, but he nodded and Spike eased
his hand away. Xander expected the come-covered hand that was held up to him to
lick clean, and while he gagged a little on the taste, he forced himself to
keep going until he was done. What he didn't expect was the hard kiss that
followed, Spike's tongue delving into his mouth to learn his flavor secondhand.
Xander was half-hard again by the time he pulled away, and when Spike's hands
pressed down on his shoulders, he slid easily to the floor. Reaching out for
the vampire's fly with shaking hands, he froze when he heard a voice outside
the classroom door.
“- probably just sulking somewhere, waiting for us to come get him,” Buffy
stated. “You start checking down there and I'll look around here.”
Shit. He cast a panicked look up at Spike, who swore and shoved him back.
“Tomorrow night,” he growled, and Xander wasn't sure if the words were meant as
a promise or threat, but he nodded anyway. Spike turned and ran towards the
window, disappearing in a swirl of black just before the classroom door opened
and light spilled into the room.
“Xander, there you are! We've been looking for you - c'mon, we're heading back
to my house for movie night,” Buffy told him, then turned to call, “Willow, I
found him!”
Xander forced himself back to his feet, untucking his shirt to cover the
massive wet spot over his crotch. Every movement felt strange and sluggish,
like he was moving through warm mud, but somehow he managed to grin at both
girls like he hadn't just had insanely freaky and kinky sex with an evil
vampire in the Biology class and ask, “So, what movie?”
The seemingly innocent question set off a firestorm of bickering that lasted
all the way to Buffy's house. Xander trailed behind the girls, chiming in
occasionally with his choices like he usually did and doing his best to act
like he wasn't counting the minutes until tomorrow night.
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