Title: First Rime
Pairing: Spike/Xander, of Buffy
Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Rimming, bondage, slight non-con
Summary: Spike got bored...
Notes: Written for kitty_poker1 in return for a charitable donation, via fandom_charity.
Xander woke to find himself tied to the bed. It wasn't a completely unfamiliar occurrence, though he wasn't usually face down on top of a pillow. He didn't begin to panic until he remembered one small fact. Anya had moved out almost a month ago and now he shared his small, exquisitely decorated (thank you, Anya) apartment with their resident undead vampire. He tensed, and belatedly realised that someone was crouched between his widespread thighs.
And how freaky was it that Xander was actually glad to hear the snarky British voice reply, "Finally awake, eh? I was starting to think that blow you took last night had knocked your brains loose."
"Um, Spike? Why am I tied to the bed?"
The bed shifted slightly and Xander knew that Spike has shrugged.
"I got bored. Then I remembered your ex-demon telling tales about how she used to play while you were sleeping. Figured I'd see how truthful all her little stories were, and she's right, you didn't even give a twitch when I stripped your boxers off."
Cool hands stroking up and over his ass distracted Xander from any further attempts at coherent conversation.
"Spike? Wh…what? You…What?!"
"Like I said, I got bored. And then I got horny. Anyone ever eat you out before, pet?"
Spike's weight shifted the mattress as he leaned closer, cupping Xander's buttocks as he carefully spread them open. Xander's cock swelled at he realised what was happening, and he gasped. He was… Spike was… wow.
Xander's arguments, mustered to fend off any attempt at penetration, popped out of existence one by one, like fragile soap bubbles, at the first touch of that cool, wet tongue snaking between his cheeks. The slow, slick caress focussed Xander's entire existence into a tiny patch of crinkled skin and -oh gods - a million suddenly hyperactive nerve cells.
He whimpered once, and then again at the unexpected huff of breath as Spike laughed softly into his prize. Then that tongue was back, painting concentric circles around and across Xander's opening, pausing at random moments to prod the twitching ring of muscle.
Xander buried his face in the sheets and tried not to beg. It was wrong, he shouldn't want this, but oh, gods, it felt so… Oh!
There was a tongue in his ass. A wet, wriggling, surprisingly limber tongue, licking parts of him that had never been licked before. And Spike was making wet, sexy sounds that only served to get Xander hotter. His hips began to twitch, pushing him back onto that amazing tongue before grinding his leaking cock against the pillow beneath his belly.
"Please… Fuck, yes! Spike! Please!"
Xander didn't have a clue what he was begging for but, thankfully, Spike understood. Fingers, slick with something warming, slid inside and curled, and Xander pushed back hard, fucking himself on tongue and slender digits.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna enjoy breaking you in, boy."
And those words were all it took to push Xander into a screaming orgasm.