Your bloody fault... is not... is too (Part 6 of 8)
Spander Comedy
NC-17
Dom/sub
And now we get down to how these two clueless idiots could have accidentally bonded.
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Is the blindfold absolutely necessary?" Xander asked as he fidgeted.
"Oi, stop squirmin'," Spike ordered as he moved around the room. Peraed had delivered the supplies that he had asked for, but Spike certainly didn't want Xander seeing them. So he had just used the blindfold a little early.
"We haven't even started the ceremony yet, so I really don't see what's the point of the blindfoldage here."
"Simple. If you can't trust me when we're in a room alone together, there's no way you're gonna make it through the ceremony. So, consider this a trial run. As in, if you can't get through this, I'm going to make a run for the front door before ya get me killed," Spike said peevishly, even if he didn't really mean it.
"Okay, but if you're trying to inspire trust, that speech is not really cutting it. Besides, how am I supposed to trust the guy that stole $60 out of my wallet two days ago?"
Spike froze. He had no idea that the boy had even found the money gone yet. He had a half dozen lies prepared, but he decided to go for the truth instead. "It's not like I stole the money for myself. You're wearin' your $60 on your back."
"This shirt? You spent $60 on *one* shirt?" Xander squeaked.
"I spent $60 on a bloody nice shirt, somethin' you clearly can't appreciate. Besides, it was on sale."
Xander put his hands on his hips and turned toward the voice even though he was still blindfolded. "For $60 I can get... 30 shirts at Goodwill." Spike rolled his eyes both at the amount of time it took Xander to divide $60 into two dollars per shirt and at the tone of indignation in Xander's voice.
"Yeah, and then you have 30 god-awful ugly shirts. This way you got kit that's actually worth wearing."
"But $60?!"
"Bloody hell, that's how much a shirt costs, now shut your gob already."
"And this is supposed to be an exercise in trust? Not feeling the trust here."
"Well you'd better because if you don't, we're both going to end up the kind of dead that even vampires don't walk away from." Spike moved in silently and trailed a single finger from Xander's stomach up to a nipple that was hidden by that $60 shirt. The Xander flinched back.
"Hey! Back off on the touchage!"
"We're goin' to have to do a lot more touchin' than that if we intend to bond." Xander hadn't removed his blindfold, but had instead wrapped his arms around his stomach protectively. So this time Spike ran a hand from Xander's hip over his back and up to his shoulder. Xander physically jumped away.
"Bloody hell, just calm down. It's not like I'm going ta eat you." Spike didn't miss the shiver that traveled Xander's body at that statement.
"You'd better not, because if you ate me, Buffy would be really put out." As threats went, it wasn't a very effective one.
"The Slayer's always put out," Spike retorted. "But if we want to get through this, I have to be able to touch you without you jumping away from me like I'm trying to suck the marrow out of your bloody and broken bones."
"Just ewwwwwww," Xander complained as he made a face that was clear even with the blindfold covering his eyes. "And again, you're not helping with the trust issues. Are you sure alcohol is totally out of the question?"
"You soddin' little..." Spike didn't think that finishing that comment wasn't going to help trust issues either, so he just stopped.
"So let's try something new here. Instead of listening to me, just feel me." On that night several weeks ago, Spike remembered the point at which Xander had surrendered himself. He remembered that warm human body still beating with life as it became suddenly pliable under his hands. So instead of talking, Spike moved forward and pressed his front against Xander's back, snaking an arm around Xander's stomach to hold him in place when the boy tried to jerk away.
"Shhhh. Just let yourself feel it, pet," Spike whispered into an ear as he allowed his hands to slowly travel the strong body that now trembled. The hand that had wrapped around Xander's stomach slowly moved down the cup his cock and balls through the fabric of his black jeans. His other hand reached up under the shirt and traced up over the trembling stomach muscles until he found the puckered skin of a single nipple. Spike rolled it into a point between his forefinger and thumb squeezing just hard enough to make the boy moan.
The feeling of that human cock filling and growing under his hand made Spike itch to take him right then and there, but bonding ceremonies were by their very nature public. A soul publicly binding itself to a demon, not that Spike thought the boy would go through with it at the end. But if they get close enough, Spike might be able to talk their way past Peraed. Everyone knew that bonding ceremonies were rare, and human souls that willing to give themselves to demons even rarer. And of course if worse came to worse, at least Spike was going to go out enjoying one of his two favorite activities. Maybe even teach those demon a thing or two about doin' it right.
The hand that had been cupping that increasingly interested cock now moved up and unbuttoned the lowest button on the shirt. Xander jerked a little in his grasp, and Spike used dull teeth to nibble at Xander's ear. Xander's body bucked and Xander moaned as Spike worked more buttons loose. The curve of Xander's neck teased him, and Spike trailed a series of nips down to the juncture where Xander's neck and shoulder met; however, Xander hunched his shoulders, and the curve disappeared as Spike was forced to give up his treat. The distraction did allow him to unfasten the remaining shirt buttons, though.
The whole time, Xander's arms had remained hanging loosely at his sides, neither helping nor stopping Spike. Still standing at Xander's back, Spike wrapped his arms around Xander's waist and let his fingers travel over Xander's chest and stomach feeling all that warm smooth skin and rippling muscle. Spike ghosted his hands up over lust sharpened nipples and finally he curved his hands around to grasp Xander's shoulders, forcing Xander's arms away from his body.
Pushing the fabric out of the way as he went, Spike stripped Xander's shirt from him as he trailed kisses and nips down a sun-tanned arm. Now Xander gasped his need, and Spike could smell the lust rolling from him. That heavy warm musk called his demon to the front, and now Spike ran a sharp tooth across a naked shoulder. The chip sizzled with warning, but the taste of warm fresh human blood counterbalanced that so that the pain became more sensual than punishing. Spike licked the long shallow wound while holding Xander so tightly that he could feel Xander's heartbeat through those places where their skin pressed together. It felt strangely like having a heartbeat of his own again.
"Um, Spike? This isn't, you know, the ceremony is it?"
"No, pet. Think of this is a warmup." Spike closed his lips over the wound and sucked. The scratch was so shallow that he didn't get more than a taste of blood, but Xander trembled and trust into the air involuntarily at the sensation.
"I can do warm-ups. Warm-ups good. When I was on the swim team…" Xander's words disappeared in another gasp.
One of Spike's hands worked the top button of Xander's jeans, and he could smell the heavy, thick scent of arousal sharpen as he slipped a hand between the jeans and the warm flesh below.
"Gonna make ya part of me, gonna make ya feel so good, pet," Spike whispered as he slowly lowered the zipper. He didn't know whether it was the words or the pressure against Xander's cock that made the man groan deeply. Now, for the first time, Xander actually did something, pushing his own jeans down past his hips so that his erection popped free.
"And we don't have a choice here, do we?" Xander gasped.
"Nope," Spike said, even though it rankled him a little. But then again, he was going to get his own back, he thought as he pressed forward, forcing Xander to step to the side of the bed blindly. He wasn't the one who was going to be tied down and open during the ceremony.
"Whoa, hey, what's that?" Xander asked in a panicked voice as Spike picked up manacles, making little clinking sounds as the short chain rattled.
"Just part of the ceremony, pet. Ya gotta show that you accept me, that ya trust me, now don't ya?" Spike pointed out as he kept one arm around Xander and nibbled at the ear. The boy stuttered a little but didn't protest again as Spike ran cool metal links across his hip.
"Right then, hands in front of you, pet," Spike ordered softly. He could feel Xander tremble as he stood unmoving. "Don't really have a choice in this, do we? Ya gotta give yourself to me or you're gonna end up belongin' to one of them. They won't make ya feel like this," Spike promised as he reached his free hand down to grab the boy's tackle. Xander mumbled a 'no' at the same time that he opened his legs farther. Spike just waited until Xander finally brought his hands together so that Spike could chain them.
"But you aren't really going to make me go out there like naked, are you?" Xander asked.
"No," Spike said as he reached for the next item. "You're not goin' to be 'like' naked, you're goin' to actually *be* naked."
"Hey, no making fun of my lack of stuck up English speakage," Xander protested as Spike ran another piece of metal over a puckered nipple, making Xander shiver. The short chain between his cuffed hands jingled a little with the movement. "If you weren't so bad with the plans, we wouldn't have to do this."
"If you'd gone home when I told ya to," Spike left the words unsaid as he brought the metal up to Xander's neck. He could feel Xander's adam apple bobbling as he trailed a hand around the front of the neck before closing and latching the metal circle.
"Not a dog," Xander complained, but Spike noticed that the complaint didn't come out very strong.
"On your knees, pet," Spike ordered, but Xander didn't move. He simply stood there trembling and smelling like a vampire buffet of lust and fear and shame and need. "Down," Spike repeated as he pressed down on Xander's shoulder.
"You have issues, Spike… serious, serious issues."
"Just part of the ceremony, mate. When you aren't walking, you go to your knees. When you are walking, you step forward without hesitation." Spike pulled at the leash, and Xander tipped a bit before struggling to his feet and following the pull.
"Oi, ya look like you're trying to walk on hot coals. Walk normal." Spike turned and started walking backwards toward the door, pulling on the leash. Xander, hands chained and blindfolded, stepped forward again, but Spike had to keep the chain fairly tight to move him, and the hesitation and fear was evident in every step. Right, they obviously had to practice some.
"If you walk me into a wall, Bloodbreath…" Xander warned darkly.
"Bloody hell. If I walk you into a wall, I might as well stake myself. Ya gotta trust me on this one pet. Trust me ta hold ya and keep ya safe until this is over." Spike turned and pulled at the leash again, and this time Xander walked a little more confidently.
"I'm not really sure Xander would want us hearing this part," Wesley interrupted at this point. Angel turned to glare at the ex-Watcher. The movement also made him aware of his own growing interest in the story. Angel glanced over at his childe who glared up at him in clear challenge.
Angel slipped off the edge of the desk where he had been sitting and retreated to his chair where he had some hope of hiding his problem from Wesley even if Spike had already caught him. He was going to have to go pay a little visit to the Furies when this was over, and maybe get his own bottle of scotch because the fact that Spike's story about his sexual adventures with Xander had this effect… well this was something he planned to repress as soon as possible.
"Trust me, I wouldn't be sayin' this if I didn't have to. Fact is that somethin' did go wrong durin' the ceremony. Somethin' the Sunnydale Watcher couldn't figure out. Otherwise I wouldn't come within a mile of Peaches, and I wouldn't have Xander within three miles of 'im," Spike snarled aggressively in a thick accent. Wesley backed up so that he was sitting closer to Angel.
"Right, maybe I should, um…"
"Stay right there," Angel ordered. If Wesley wasn't here, he and Spike would have fallen back on old habits and tried to kill each other long ago.
"Right, stay here," Wesley echoed.
"You think that if I have all the details, I can figure out where you screwed up," Angel said to Spike.
"Watcher thinks that. I think that I would just as soon not tell ya things that are between me and my boy."
"You, your boy, and every demon at Caabalis," Angel snapped back, and then flinched at his own wording. The boy had claimed a human. Angelus stirred unhappily at his own memories of trying and failing to claim the human Dru.
"That's different, innit? Demons at Caabalis didn't go all lusty at the thought of my boy," Spike snarled as he leaned forward in his chair. Angel could feel the demon in him wanting to put the boy in his place, establish a clear line of authority that started with him as the sire. Angel glanced over at Wesley and could see the man scooting away from him now. Angel leaned back in his chair and took several breaths as he fought down his own need to answer Spike's challenge.
"Spike, I just want to hear about whatever went so wrong that you felt compelled to come here for help," Angel said in tightly controlled tones. For several seconds, Spike continued to glare and then he pushed himself back into the chair.
"Don't bloody know what went wrong, that's why I'm tryin' to tell the whole story."
"So continue with the story," Angel said as he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. The universe really didn't like him very much, but Angel was starting to get used to that fact.