I Would, But I'm All Tied Up Right Now'
by Jane Davitt

Title: 'I Would, But I'm All Tied Up Right Now'
Author: Jane Davitt
Email: jdavitt01@rogers.com
Spoilers: None; set in S4 when Spike was living in Xander's basement.
Warnings: It's m/m obviously, some bondage, oral sex.
Rating: NC-17
Distribution: Just ask and I usually say, 'What? You're sure? Of course!'
Feedback: Yes, please.
Summary: If you had Spike tied up in your basement, would it turn you on? Let's ask Xander.



He’d never thought of himself as kinky. Just a normal, red blooded, average, sex obsessed teenager. So why was it that just touching the ropes he used to lash Spike to the chair gave him a hard on that hurt – and even that was a sensation he was coming to anticipate?

He sat in Spike’s chair - no, _his_ chair, it was still his; the vampire owned nothing but the clothes he wore - the ropes in a loose coil in his lap. Slowly, he ran them through his hands, letting them slip through his fingers, wrapping them around his wrists, tugging them snugly tight until the coarse fabric bit deep, slackening them off and studying the reddened marks they left with a curious pride.

His breath was shorter now, shallow gasps, loud in the quiet basement, desperate little noises that added to the sensations building up deep down, eruption imminent.

But he’d been doing this for a long time. Years. He could come in under a minute if he wanted to – but why would he? Make it last, draw it out, tease himself with a stern, merciless control and he knew what the reward would be; one of those climaxes that left him shuddering and spent, his whole body loose and relaxed. He didn’t think it mattered how often he had sex, real sex, with a real woman, he still wanted to do this, have this space of time when his pleasure was all that mattered and no excess was too much in the world behind his eyes.

So he unzipped his jeans, eased out a cock that was twitching and eager, wrapped his hand around it and began to dream -

* the look in his blue eyes as the rope came out of the locked chest where he kept stakes and other weapons, the lips tightening in pain as he pulled the ropes just a little tighter than needful, the way he flexed his hips up, just slightly, just enough to tease but not enough to be an invitation, the feel of his cool skin as the knots were fastened, tied, tethered, helpless, his*

Xander’s fist was pumping hard now, the rope forgotten, falling to the floor. His eyes were squeezed shut and his left hand was cupping his balls, rolling them roughly, just enough to make him tingle, not enough to really hurt. As his fist rose to the top of his cock, his thumb slid over the head, slippery and tender now, flicking it once, twice, before his hand slid back down.

He was about to relent, about to allow himself the release that would let him use the ropes on Spike with some measure of control later on, when cool hands slipped down his chest, the rope stretched between them. His eyes snapped open as the rope pinned his arms and he cried out, an inarticulate panicked sound that made his captor smile slowly with satisfaction. The rope was tied behind the chair, out of reach, and Xander waited in numb silence, his cock still hard despite his terror, waited for the inevitable scorn, saturated in embarrassment and shame.

Spike walked around, his footsteps as noiseless as a cat’s, and stood in front of Xander, his arms crossed. He was still wearing his coat and as Xander stared at the carpet, unable to raise his eyes to meet Spike’s, it slipped from his shoulders and fell in a slither of leather to the floor. Xander’s eyes flicked up to Spike’s face then and he swallowed. The expression on Spike’s face could have been summed up in just one word. Hungry.

Now Xander couldn’t look away. Spike kicked off his boots and skinned the t shirt over his head, before his hand went to his belt buckle. He hesitated then and Xander tensed, so close to begging but not sure what he would be pleading for. Spike moved closer, standing between Xander’s knees, as close as he could get.

“Undo it,” he said quietly.

The words hung in the silence that followed, almost tangible, floating like feathers, tickling Xander’s ears, tormenting him. Xander felt them echo inside a head empty of anything but despairing, terrified lust. His arms were lashed to his sides just above the elbows but by straining against the ropes, he could just reach the buckle. Fumbling, he managed to undo it, sliding the supple leather free. His fingers curled around the button of Spike’s jeans and began to work it free. He bit his lip as it eluded him and his attempt failed.

“Clumsy bugger.”

The words were laced with a tolerant amusement and they spurred him on to try again. The button popped open and he scrabbled for the zip eagerly.

“Easy now, don’t want to - ahh.”

The voice trailed off as Xander reached in and grasped at flesh as hard as his was. For the first time, he was touching someone else’s cock and the difference was so intriguing that he almost forgot his situation, as curiosity led him to explore his new toy. His hand was gently brushed away and he felt a moment of anguished rejection. Spike knelt down so that his eyes were level with Xander’s and stared at him.

“You sure about this, Harris?” he said. “Going to see me right?”

Xander nodded, unable to speak, and Spike stood up in a swift surge of movement and gripped Xander’s head, pulling it forward. Xander opened his lips and felt the thick, smooth, impossibly hard cock slide into his mouth. He choked and Spike eased off a little, letting him adjust to the unfamiliar taste and feel. Slowly, Spike began to fuck Xander’s mouth, watching intently as Xander’s lips slid over his cool flesh. Spike wasn’t cruel but he wasn’t gentle either. Any attempts by Xander to control the situation were punished by a withdrawal that left him moaning inarticulately. His hands were allowed to grip Spike’s legs but not his own aching erection. When his hips began to rise in a frantic, fruitless rhythm, trying to reach anything that wasn’t thin, insubstantial air, Spike’s hands fisted painfully in his hair until he sank back.

In the end, he submitted, sucking then swallowing obediently, quivering but still as Spike took what he wanted from him. As Spike pulled out, his cock still hard for the moment, shining and wet, Xander looked at him and saw the ice-blue eyes melt just for a moment.

“You just going to leave me like this?” Xander said, his voice hoarse but with a flame of rebellion beginning to burn inside him.

“For a while, yeah.”

“How  long?” said Xander, a note of panic beginning to show.

Amusement flickered in those gleaming eyes and he watched, stupefied, as Spike dropped to his knees.

“Depends on you, pet,” said Spike, leaning forward and giving the underside of Xander’s cock a thoughtful, leisurely swipe with his tongue. “How long can you keep it up?”