darkhavens (darkhavens) wrote,

'Satin', 372 words of Spike/Xander of Buffy

Author: darkhavens
Title: Satin
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Fandom: Buffy
Prompt: #57 Satin, for my joss100 Big Damn Table. 1 down, 99 to go.
Rating: R
Words: 372
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Xander gets a promotion and loses a bet.
Notes: For kyrieane, cos she's a sweetie and she chose the prompt. *g*

Xander fidgeted awkwardly, picking tiny fluffballs off the towel wrapped around his waist.

"Spike, I can't…"

His whining plea for mercy went unanswered.

"You lost the bet, luv, fair and square. I told you the forfeit before you threw the dart, so I didn't trick you." Spike was never more infuriating than when he was acting superior. "Now, get yourself dressed for work, and don't think I won't be checking. Trust me, Xan, once the embarrassment fades, you're going to love it. The feel of that fabric tight around your balls - there's nothing like it. The sweet slipslide with every single step'll drive you mad for it. By the time you finish work and drive back here you'll be insatiable, and I'll be lying here, waiting, wet and ready, just for you."

Spike paused and stroked himself, just once, and licked his lips, and Xander realised he was getting off just imagining it. Crazy vampire.

"Put 'em on now, while I'm watching, so I can see your face. I remember the first time I felt the kiss of satin on my cock. Angelus drove me mad for days before he'd let me come. I'm just going to send you off to work for the day, then lie here and wank until you come back home and fuck me blind."

Xander whimpered, stepped into the panties and pulled them up, trying not to shudder as the fabric brushed his skin.

"You're evil, Spike, and don't think I won't get you for this. When I get home from work I'll…"

"I'm looking forward to it." Spike grinned and stroked himself again. "No touching yourself either, 'cause that'd just be cheating. I want you hot and hard for me all day behind that desk. I might even phone you later, just to chat, and stuff."

Satin-wrapped package tucked away inside his new blue suit, Xander fled his home with undue haste. He nearly managed to convince himself it was due to the promotion - he didn't dare be late on his first day. It might have worked, but when he bent to get into the car, a tiny strip of satin snugged itself between his butt cheeks and Xander realised he was in hell.
Tags: btvs:s/x:100, btvs:s/x:misc

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