Poker Night Part 2
Well, LJ is pissing me off. I posted and my fic was too long, so I tried to fix it and now it's not letting me post. I've tried this twice. So, one more time...
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Seven months later, Liam parked in his normal spot and set the alarm on his car. He bought a space in an exclusive parking structure not far from the Sunset Strip. It wasn’t cheap, but it was worth it to keep the easily recognizable car off the street. He had started coming down to this area of town ever since that first night the guys decided to do something more than just play poker.
He could remember the name of everyone he picked up. Liam found something out about himself that first night out on his own. Liam liked boys, little boys, a lot. Darla was such a control freak that she was often the dominant party in all their lovemaking, making the large man feel so small.
But these boys gave him the power back, making him feel strong and invincible.
There had been quite a string of little bottom boys: Andrew, Scott, Jesse, Danny, Parker, just to name a few. But just the week before, he had found the best one to date. Xander had been standing in front of an unimposing shop, one leg bent at the knee with his foot resting on the metal grating that protected the shop windows. His face was shadowed by his slightly curly, shaggy brown locks.
Liam had noticed the boy was smoking as he had approached so he used the line he knew worked so well. “Excuse me,” he had asked quietly. “Mind if I bum a smoke?”
The boy’s eyes had shot up at the question, chocolate brown eyes had locked onto Liam’s smiling face. The youth then had looked long and hard before slowly nodding his head and reaching into his back pocket to pull out a battered pack of cigarettes. He had handed one to Liam, he then pulled out a lighter and offered it to the taller man.
Liam had taken in the sight of the pretty boy before him. He was tall, almost as tall as the former cop, and thin. He looked young, younger than most of the other boys Liam had taken before and it made him all the more enticing. “I’m Angel,” he said after a couple of drags, staring at the boy. He used the nickname his mother gave him as a child instead of his real name. It was one of the first rules he had learned.
“I’m Xander,” the boy had offered quietly. He had started to look around as if he were trying to find someone.
“Waiting for someone?” Liam had asked.
“No,” he had blurted quickly. “No. No one.”
“Good,” Liam had purred as he leaned into the boy’s lean body. It had been easy from there for the former cop to get the boy to tell him he had a room upstairs. Liam had taken the boy long and hard, marking him with bruises and bite marks until the boy had cried out for him to fill him, punish him, make him come. When Xander had called him ‘daddy’, Liam cried out his orgasm as he filled the trembling boy to overflowing.
Liam had never used the same boy twice before but this night he went looking for the dark haired boy, needing more of what the boy had to give. Walking down the strip, he was pleasantly surprised to see the Xander in the same spot he had found him the week before.
However, this time the dark haired boy wasn’t alone. He was leaning against the same store front that Liam had found him in front of before. The boy’s hair was once again hanging loose, obscuring part of his face as he bent his head, his forehead touching that of man standing in front of him.
Liam noticed that the man with Xander was young and blonde and obviously fairly intimate with the boy. The former cop wondered if the blonde man was another john until the man reached up and gently trailed his fingertips over Xander’s sun kissed cheekbones. ‘No,’ Liam thought. ‘Not a john, maybe a lover.’ The idea that this new man was his conquest’s lover made his cock come to life.
As he approached, he tried to make some noise as he walked so the boys didn’t think he was trying to intrude on their conversation. As Xander noticed the taller man approach, his eyes shot quickly between Liam and the blonde man before he smiled.
“Hi Xander,” Liam said genially.
“Hi Angel,” Xander replied, leaning into his friend’s touch as he spoke. “Out for a walk?”
Liam smiled and leaned in to get a better look at the two boys before him. “Something like that,” he replied with a predatory smile on his face. “Who’s your friend?”
“Oh, Spike, this is Angel,” Xander said, nodding at the boy, who visibly tightened his grip on the dark haired boy. “Angel, this is Spike.”
The two men took each other in, appraising the other with a careful eye. Liam realized that this ‘Spike’ was trying to be protective of Xander, clutching him close as if the darker man would harm him in some way. He noticed Xander’s friend had stunning bleached blonde hair that was short in the back and slightly longer on top with light blue tips. Some of the hair was spiked up, probably as a nod to its namesake, and some of it curled around his forehead making him look both hard and vulnerable at the same time. He was dressed like a punk rocker, complete with a “Clash” t-shirt, black jeans with several sets of chains hanging from the belt loops and had multiple piercings in multiple places, from just what was visible in the low light on the street. The more he looked at the blonde boy, he realized that was exactly what he was, a boy. He probably wasn’t even that much older than Xander. Now Liam was really curious.
Finally, Liam asked, “You a friend?”
“You could say that,” the snarky punk responded. The English accent that rolled off the boy’s tongue hit Liam like a cool breeze and the skin on his arms broke out in goose bumps.
The dark man shivered lightly as a bolt of desire shot through him and his plans for the evening suddenly shifted. He smiled at the two young boys and, then looking directly at Spike, he asked, “So, you have any plans for tonight?”
Spike looked quickly between Liam and the boy in his arms, obviously confused by the taller man’s question. He thought for sure the man had come looking for Xander, but he never turned down a paying client. “Not really. What did you have in mind?”
“Do you have somewhere we can go and talk?” Liam asked, looking at Xander out of the corner of his eye. He watched as Spike nodded quickly before leaning in to whisper in the younger boy’s ear. The former cop tried to listen in and see if he could pick up any of the conversation, but the two boys were quiet and he was able to only pick out a few words here and there.
Suddenly, Spike leaned in and kissed Xander gently and fully on the lips before cupping the boy’s face in his hands. “You’ll be alright, luv. He’ll be careful with you and I’ll be right next door, in our room.”
Liam watched as Xander nodded his shaggy covered head forlornly as the blonde punk pulled away and led the taller man down the alleyway. Liam felt a strange sense of déjà vu as they went through the same hallways as he had with Xander the week before; however, his blonde-haired guide took him one doorway further along than the room in which he had fucked the dark haired boy. Once they were standing in front of the closed door, Spike turned around abruptly and stared at the taller man.
“So what’s the deal?” the young punk asked. “You a cop?”
“Former,” Liam admitted. “Retired.” With that out of the way, he decided to get right to business. “So, you have the same deal as Xander?”
“Depends on what you want,” the boy answered defiantly.
“Everything,” the dark haired man purred as he stepped into the boy’s personal space, rubbing lightly against the smaller body before him. “A hundred,” he offered quietly.
Spike nodded, satisfied that the man wasn’t a police officer out for a quick bust. He opened the door before them and led Liam in without a word.
The first thing Liam noticed was that this room was larger than the one Xander had taken him into, but the dark haired boy was obviously using this room as well. The bed was large enough for both boys and several of the personal effects certainly did not belong to the young blonde boy. As he stepped further into the room, he noticed a small picture sitting on what was probably passing as a dresser for the boys. Picking up the frame, Liam saw the boys as they once were; smiling youths without a care in the world. Xander was much younger and Spike had much darker hair, that curled around his face, making him look almost angelic. A tall man stood behind them, a supportive hand on each boys’ shoulder.
“Give me that!” Spike shouted, as he yanked the picture out of the darker man’s large hands. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? That’s my personal stuff. Did you come here to fuck or spy on my personal life to play fucking Miss Maple?”
Liam, suddenly angry, turned on the boy, fisted his hands in the worn t-shirt and thrust the smaller form into the wall. “I came here to fuck,” he snarled. “You ready for that, boy?”
“I’m ready, old man,” Spike snarled back, placing his hands on the larger man’s broad chest. “But I ain’t seen no cash yet.”
Liam smiled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out five neatly folded twenty dollar bills. Spike snatched them out of the large hand and quickly stuffed them into the front pocket of his jeans.
The dark man smiled; satisfied that he was now going to have his way with this beautiful, feisty, young boy. He leaned in to take the tempting lips before him when he was stopped by the boy pushing against him.
“I don’t kiss,” Spike said forcefully.
Liam leaned in again, determined to show this boy that he did kiss, whether he liked it or not, until Spike shoved him back, hard. The taller man sighed and reached into his pocket again, pulling out another twenty. “Do you kiss now?”
Azure eyes studied the cash for a few moments before he snatched the bill out of the large hand, hiding it away with the others. Spike relaxed his arms and Liam surged forward to capture the pale lips with his own. He sucked the enticing bottom lip into his mouth before biting down, causing the smaller man to gasp in pain.
Once the boy opened his mouth, Liam thrust his tongue into the warm, wet cavern, mapping every inch of the young boy’s mouth. Spike couldn’t help but moan as the man took, possessed and owned every piece of his mouth. As the demanding mouth sucked and bit and licked every piece of the boy it could reach, Liam’s hands were exploring the tasty flesh pressed against him. He pulled at the clothing hiding the skin from his hungry hands.
Spike leaned back long enough to let Liam tear his shirt from him before it was thrown across the room. Once the pale skin was exposed to him, Liam couldn’t help but touch and pinch the silky flesh. He was amazed at how pale the boy was, knowing it must be his English heritage, but loving the way it seemed to shimmer in the low light of the room. The sight of the pale chest and spiked hair helped to make the boy look even younger, and Liam growled as he grew even harder.
Spike watched the man as he stared at his exposed body. He had remembered him from what Xander had told him about his encounter with ‘Angel’ from the week before so he had an idea of what to expect. Xander had carried the bruises for days. Spike wondered how damaged he would be after this encounter.
Satisfied with his appraisal of the boy, Liam swooped in once more, licking and kissing at the long neck and shapely collarbone. He sucked hard enough that at one point, Spike thought he could practically hear the blood vessels breaking beneath the skin.
Soon, the taller man’s teeth were digging into the muscles of the pale pectorals, pulling and wrenching skin and flesh, making the boy cry out.
Liam smiled at the sounds he was pulling from the boy. It was delicious. Each cry and whimper made him harder, made him want to hurt the boy even more. Already achingly hard, the dark man decided he couldn’t wait much longer. He stepped back and began to slowly strip himself. He knew he was good looking, even to men. Some of the boys he had taken had offered to see him again, often at reduced prices. The thought made him smile.
Spike stared, in shock, as Liam quickly removed his clothes. The man was gorgeous, no doubt, but no one he had ever been with had ever displayed this amount of bravado or exhibitionism. This ‘Angel’ guy wanted to be watched and desired, even if he had to pay for it. Spike tried to remain detached but once he saw the size of the man’s endowment, he felt the shock spread over his face. The man was hung like a horse. Xander hadn’t lied when he had said the man had hurt him.
Smiling at the look on the boy’s face, Liam leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry, baby boy. I bet your little whore’s hole is stretched enough to take me in. Now, strip.”
Spike shivered at the whispered words. With trembling hands, he reached down and slowly unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. Before they fell to the floor, he kicked off his boots and toed off his socks. Without looking at the man watching him, he bent over to pull off the tight jeans and tossing them onto the pile of his discarded clothing.
Liam watched the pale body with hungry eyes. As each inch of flesh was revealed, the more he wanted to possess this boy, make cry, make him scream. When the boy was naked and stood before him, completely unashamed of his form, Liam devoured him with his eyes. He was beautiful. Not handsome or pleasant, but beautiful. “On the bed,” he commanded, his voice husky with want. “On your back.”
Spike moved to comply with the order, walking backwards toward the bed until the backs of his legs hit the mattress and he tumbled onto the soft surface.
Liam sighed at the sight. The pale body was spread out, wanton and needy, begging for Liam’s touch. Kneeling between the boy’s parted knees, the needy man began licking and biting his way up the lithe, muscular legs. He left several bruises and bite marks on the quaking inner thighs, smiling against the smooth skin at each cry he pulled from between the parted lips. Passing by the hard cock that was resting against the boy’s trembling abdomen, Liam worked his way up to the tempting dip of the pierced navel. Pulling the metal stud into his mouth, the dark man sucked and twirled the cool metal between his lips and over his tongue.
Spike gasped when the stud was pulled taut, the skin around the metal aching as it was pulled, almost to its limits. Liam left it go with a snap and smirked up at the tear filled blue eyes.
The unadorned nipples were next. After a lick to each puckered pink bud, the man chuckled, “What, no metal here? What’s a matter, baby? Nervous?”
“No,” Spike gasped as a sensitive nub was bitten harshly. “Didn’t have the cash. Maybe someday.”
Liam snorted as he imagined the boy saving money for something so trivial. Although the thought of coming back and finding the boy with metal hoops penetrating his pretty nipples was extremely tantalizing. Growling low in his throat, Liam bit brutally, imagining the cry of pain as the one the boy would make when the needle pierced his flesh.
Laying his body fully over the boy like a blanket, the former cop stared down at the beautiful face as he began to thrust lightly, his hardness seeking out the boy’s hidden entrance.
Spike froze and pushed against the muscular chest above him, hard. “I don’t bareback,” he growled. “I don’t give a shit how much cash you have.”
Liam smiled down at the defiant glare. “Fair enough. Don’t go anywhere.” He stood quickly and went to retrieve his supplies from his pants.
“No,” Spike said, grasping the large wrist in his smaller hand. “I’ve got it.” The blonde boy quickly slipped off the bed and opened the top drawer of the dresser by the bed. He pulled out a large bottle of slick and a small foil package, quickly tearing open the package and pulling out the small piece of latex.
Liam’s eyes grew wide as the boy sank to his knees and slipped the condom into his mouth.
Smirking as he leaned forward, Spike opened his mouth and slowly unrolled the protective plastic with tantalizing caresses of lips and tongue. Soon the boy’s nose was buried in the dark curls surrounding the man’s hard cock and he lightly sucked on the flesh in his mouth as he pulled back.
Liam groaned at the warm wetness surrounding him and reached down to thread his fingers in the blonde locks, surprised by the softness. He pulled the boy’s head back and smirked as he stared into the azure eyes. Without breaking eye contact, the dark man slowly thrust his cock slowly back into the waiting mouth before him. He surged forward until the boy’s nose was once again buried in his crisp curls. He held the blonde head tightly to him, fisted his hands in the curls when Spike began to fight him. Finally, when the boy’s face began to turn red, he released his hold, laughing lightly when the youth fell onto the floor, gasping for air.
“What’s the matter, baby boy?” he asked in between chuckles. “Is daddy too big for your little boy mouth? Let’s see if we can find a better place for daddy’s cock, shall we?”
Spike felt his anger rise as the taller man smirked at him and talked to him like a child. He wanted to lash out and show him how much of a man he really was. But he knew there was no way he could pass up a hundred bucks, no matter how much of an asshole this guy was. Besides, if Xander could put up with this guy, then he could too. What he really didn’t want to admit to himself was that he wasn’t being totally put off by the treatment. That much was obvious by the red, swollen cock that was currently brushing against his belly.
After staring at the cowering boy for a few moments, devouring him with his eyes, Liam pounced, grabbing the boy by the blonde locks and tossing him onto the bed. He stalked over to the dresser and picked up the lube. Smirking down at the wide eyed boy sprawled on his back before him, the dark haired man flipped open the lid and slicked up his fingers before running them over his latex covered cock.
“You ready for me baby, or do I need to prep you some, huh?” Liam purred as he stroked himself slowly. “I bet you’ve been fucked good and hard already tonight. I bet you’re all ready for me, aren’t you, boy?”
Spike shook his head lightly. The dark man had scared him with his mood swings. One minute the man was treating him like a special little boy, then the next, he was lashing out in unexplained violence. From experience, he knew that sometimes it was best to let these men have their way so they would get the hell out and away from him.
When Spike didn’t answer, Liam purred, “Not going to answer me, baby? Very well. Let me see that pretty little hole.”
The trembling boy reached down and slipped his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back, exposing his tender hole. Liam may have expected an open, well fucked entrance, but most of Spike’s clients went a cheaper and faster route, using either his hands or mouth to get off.
Seeing the tight passage, the former cop reached down and palmed the round globes of Spike’s ass. He brushed the pads of his thumbs over the puckered opening, smirking as the flesh quivered under his touch. “Like that, do you Spikey?” he asked. As he pressed first one thumb through the guardian ring and then the second, he practically purred. “Oh, so nice, baby boy. You’re almost as tight as my Xander.”
“Not your Xander,” Spike growled.
Liam was surprised at the rage that flashed in the sapphire eyes. He realized they must be lovers and he smirked evilly. “Hit a nerve, did I? Alright, not my Xander. Must be your Xander then. Been there more than me, have you? I wonder if he squeezes you as tight as he did me. I thought he was going to squeeze my cock right off, he was so tight. He has a perfect little ass. But it’s not as nice as yours.”
As he taunted the boy, he slipped first one thumb and then the other into the loosening hole, sometimes dipping both inside and pulling them apart, causing Spike to hiss in pain. After just a few moments of this torturous talk and preparation, Liam pulled his digits free and reached down to grab the boy by the ankles. He pulled them up until they rested on his shoulders, leaving only the boy’s shoulders and head resting on the bed and smiled down at the waiting figure before him.
“Ready for me, baby?”
Spike nodded silently and gasped as Liam pressed his cock against the barely prepared hole and sank to his knees on the mattress in one fluid motion. The older man filled him to the brink and he cried out as he was stretched beyond measure.
Liam immediately leaned forward on his hands, placing one on either side of the blonde head and began to pound into the body below him. Heedless of the boy’s cries, he muttered false words of endearment and comfort as he took and possessed the body beneath him.
Knowing he was close, Liam leaned down and began to kiss and lick and bite every piece of flesh within his reach. He whispered, “You want to come, baby? You want daddy to make you feel good? Want to make you feel so good.”
Spike shook his head violently. He didn’t want that. Didn’t want to come. Didn’t want to feel good. Didn’t want to think that this treatment could make him hard, make him come. He continued to deny it even when Liam reached down and began to stroke his cock and Spike bucked into his hand, his own body betraying him, giving in to this man.
Liam felt the boy shift as he arched into his touch. “You know what to do, baby boy,” the dark man whispered, biting harshly on the pale neck, marking it with his teeth for all to see. “Just say it and you can come. Say it, baby. Say my name.”
Spike bit his tongue, trying to physically keep the words in his mouth but they would not obey. “Angel,” he moaned softly at first, then louder as the man changed angles and began to batter his sensitive nub hidden deep inside.
“Try again, bitch,” Liam purred as he leaned down further to scrap his blunt teeth over the already tender nipples.
“Daddy!” Spike called as he was sent over the edge, arching and coming harder than he ever had before.
Hearing the boy’s submission and feeling the orgasm pulsing through the body below him pulled the orgasm from Liam so suddenly, it took him by surprise. He cried out wordlessly as he trembled under its force.
As soon as the wave of pleasure passed, Liam fell forward, crushing the smaller boy into the mattress below him. After a few moments, Spike began to squirm under the larger man’s weight, trying to get Liam to release him.
Before he removed himself from the wiggling body, Liam leaned over and whispered in the pale ear, “Such a good little bitch.” Pushing himself up onto his forearms, he looked down into the listless blue eyes before leaning down to place an almost tender kiss on the swollen lips.
Liam slipped gently from the abused hole, gripping the condom tightly before pulling it off and throwing it in a small wastebasket. He quickly dressed in his discarded clothes, watching the boy doing the same. He took in the various bruises already beginning to form on the porcelain skin, marking the boy and giving Liam the satisfaction of knowing that the boy wouldn’t be forgetting him any time in the near future. Smirking at the somewhat shy glances coming from Spike, Liam was amazed that this little whore could still seem coy.
As the two men stepped into the hallway, a groan and cry could be heard in the next room. Through the crack of the slightly opened door, Liam could see Xander pressed against the wall as a tall, muscular man pounded into him from behind. The aggressive man had the brown eyed boy’s arms pinned behind his head as he forced the wincing face into the wall.
“You like it hard, don’t you, you sick fuck!” the tall man shouted at the boy.
“Sir, yes sir,” Xander cried out as tears streamed down face to drip off his trembling chin, ending in a puddle at their feet.
“Say my name, grunt!” Xander’s client growled as he pounded into him.
“Yes, Riley. Yes sir,” the dark haired boy whimpered.
“Military,” Liam muttered. “Sick mother fuckers.”
“Leave him alone,” Spike whispered to the taller man, pulling on his elbow as he tried to usher him back outside.
Liam suddenly had an idea. He pressed Spike against his now closed door, reached into his pocket, pulling out yet another twenty and holding it in the shocked boy’s face. He whispered in Spike’s ear so the men next door wouldn’t hear him. “This is for you right now if you’ll promise that next Thursday, at eight; both you and Xander will be in your room, ready and waiting for me. You’ll be mine for two hours. I’ll make it worth your while.”
Spike thought it over quickly. “How much?”
“Three hundred,” Liam answered.
“Not worth it,” Spike said, sneering at the dark haired man.
“Fine, four,” the taller man conceded. “That’s a hundred each per hour. And that’s guaranteed. Can’t beat that.”
The blonde youth considered the offer for several long moments. In the background, he could hear the grunts and cries from the other room. If he could have spared Xander this life, he would have, but it was the only way for them to survive, at least for now. They really could use the money, but could he really do that with his lover, his best friend…his baby brother. As he heard the sad cry of the younger boy in the other room, knowing the one he swore to protect was in pain, he looked into the chocolate brown eyes and nodded.
Liam smirked and shoved the twenty into boy’s the jeans pocket before turning and quickly leaving the building, heading to his car.
Once he was safely inside his 1967 Plymouth GTX convertible, Liam flipped open his cell and pressed the familiar speed dial.
The voice on the other end growled when it was answered. “Giles!” the man snapped.
“Jesus, Rupert. What a wonderful reception,” Liam said chuckling lightly, knowing his friend didn’t like to be disturbed when he was with his girl. “You do know what time it is?”
“Fuck!” the Englishman yelled. “It’s almost ten thirty? Buffy, you have to hurry up, love. So Liam, how much did you lose tonight?”
The dark haired man mentally calculated how much he paid his little blue eyed whore. “One forty,” he said finally. “We need a big excuse for the next game. I’m going to lose a bunch next week.”
“Already planning ahead? How resourceful,” Rupert jested before yelping loudly. “Christ, Buffy! Watch your teeth!”
Liam smiled to himself as he heard the tinkle of high pitched laughter. “You know, Rupert,” he said teasingly. “They reserve a very special level of hell for child molesters…and people who talk in the theater.”
“Well, Liam,” the other man responded. “I suppose you should save me a seat on the bus.”
Liam nodded to himself. “Goodbye, Rupert. See you next week.” As he hung up the phone, his thoughts drifted to the two beautiful boys he would have, soon, but not soon enough. It was going to be a long week.
~~~The End~~~