Title: Who am I?
By Cassy
Pairing: Spike/Undisclosed Male
Rating : NC17
Summary: Plotless little bondage scene. If you are offended, don't read.
Warning: Bondage/BloodPlay/Fisting
Feedback: If you want to.
Disclaimer: If I were Joss, Spike and Xander would be naked 24/7. They aren't? Guess I'm not Joss then ;-p
A/N: Writers block is pissing me off, so I offer you smut instead of plot.
WHO AM I
by Cassy
The metal cuffs were digging painfully into his wrists as he hung suspended from the ceiling. His feet barely touched the floor and he was swaying slightly. He felt the cold edge of the blade as it trailed lightly down the center of his back.
It was his own fault that this was happening. He had as much as asked for it when he teased the boy. He should have known that the human had a sadistic side to him. He wouldn't make that mistake again.
He felt the tip of the blade pierce the flesh right at the top of the crack of his ass. He felt the blood trickle down between his cheeks. He couldn't help but moan at the sensation. He hadn't been cut during foreplay since his days with Angelus. It felt good.
When a warm finger breached his anus and began smearing his own blood inside of himself he hardened. He hadn't be entered in a very long time. Master vampires never bottom. But Spike admitted to himself that he was looking forward to this. It was likely the reason he had baited the boy in the first place.
Another finger was added and he began to push back toward them. He was grunting now, he could hear himself. He didn't care as long as it didn't stop. When a third fingered entered him and brushed across his prostrate he screamed. He began working himself back on the hand that was fucking him, desperate for more.
"You are such a slut Spike. You like that? Want more?"
He growled and bit through his lip as he felt a fourth finger enter him. It was starting to hurt a bit, but he had been through worse in his unlife. If anything, this was mild.
"Still want more slut? Tell me you want more, beg for me and maybe I'll give it to you."
He wouldn't beg to be fucked by a human. That was one thing he would never do. He had lasted hours with Angelus without begging, he would not give in to a pathetic human. No way.
He felt the wound on his lower back being reopened. The blood flowed more steady this time. He couldn't help but wonder why. Then he felt it as the fingers inside him shifted and he stretched beyond what he thought he was capable of.
"Should have asked for my cock slut. Do you like my fist in you? Does this feel good?"
He felt the shift again as the hand inside of him flexed and knuckles rubbed continuously against his prostate. He arched out and screamed as he came. It was unbelievable. He was stunned. Never in all his years had anyone done this to him. And he liked it.
"Was it good for you?"
He nodded, unable to speak for fear of what he might say. It was good. It was utterly fantastic. And the humans hand was still inside him. He felt himself begin to grow hard again as the knuckles continued their assault on his gland. His tormentor noticed and chuckled in his ear.
"For me? Why Spike, I think you like me."
He moaned as he felt the hand withdraw from his body one finger at a time. He suddenly felt emptier than he had ever felt in his life. He wanted to be filled again, taken, used, anything.
"Please."
With that one word he had changed his fate. He felt himself entered fully in one swift stroke. He was impaled on the hot, hard length of the human's cock. He looked down and saw the blood slicked hand wrap around his shaft and he groaned in pleasure. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of a hot cock in his ass, a blood slicked hand stroking his shaft and the very scent of the blood in the air.
"You like this? Tell me you like this, Spike. Tell me."
The vampire was beyond words, he could only nod his head vigorously and growl. He thrust back against the man behind him and tried to get him in deeper. He felt his orgasm building. He was desperate for release.
The hand around his shaft suddenly tightened preventing him from cumming and he sobbed out loud.
"Say it Spike. Tell me what you want."
"I want you to fuck me."
The whispered plea was almost too softly spoken to hear.
"And who am I, Spike? Who is it that you want to fuck you?"
The vampire snarled and tried to pull away he tugged fiercely on the chains that restrained him but it was no use. The human bit Spike's earlobe hard and felt the vampire's cock twitch in response. He continued to thrust slowly into him and squeezed his cock even harder.
"Come on, Spike. All you have to do is say my name, say you want me. Tell me and I'll let you cum."
The vampire tried to hold out but the human had changed the angle of his thrusts and his cock-head was now viciously jabbing his prostate on each thrust.
"Xander! Fucking Xander Harris. Are you happy now? I want you to fuck me!"
"That wasn't so hard now was it?"
Xander went back to stroking the vampire's cock and sped up his thrusts. He felt Spike's body shudder and give out as the vampire climaxed and passed out. Xander grabbed Spike's hips and held him up as he continued to pound into him until he came. Xander undid the restraints and let the vampire slump to the floor. He covered Spike with a blanket and got dressed.
As he walked out of the old Crawford Street mansion, Xander flipped open his cell phone and punched in a number.
"Yeah, it's me. Thanks for the tips. . . Really? . . . If you say so. . . Yeah, he liked it. You think he'll come back for more? . . . Okay, and thanks again Deadboy. You've been a big help."
THE END