Disclaimer: Yes. They are mine. Possession is nine-tenths, and all that. ::listens to various voices in her head:: What?!?! What do you mean they're gone??? Damn it! ::pouts:: Well then...forget what I just said. Press 2 by
Part One
"Thank you for calling 1-900-WILD-ONE, Sunnydale's hottest phone sex line. If you are female, press "1". If you are male, press "2". If you are of indeterminate or multiple genders, press "3"."
Xander tumbled from the bed and frantically slapped at his phone, knocking it onto the floor in his haste to disconnect. "Oh, fuck," he breathed. "This really, really sucks! Oh god. Shit. Fuck!" He tore at his hair in distress, and sank back down onto the bed. The bed. With it's now-rumpled covers and heady smell of self-pleasure. Only, not really 'self'. No, because he had been talking to Spike. Make that having phone sex with Spike. And Spike had made him cum. Just. Using. His. Voice. With a strangled cry, he leapt away from the bed, glaring at it as if it might suddenly attack him. He began to pace around the room. "Ok. It's not that bad. Really. I mean, so we had phone sex...that can't be too awful, can it? It's not like anyone will ever know! I'm sure not telling a soul! And Spike...he'd have to explain about where he was working. And...holy shit! Spike is a phone sex operator!" Xander stopped dead in his tracks, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. "Spike. Phone sex. Gaahhh...." He felt himself start to grow hard again at the remembrance of Spike's low, husky voice as he had touched himself, and... "Ack!" Xander smacked himself on the face. "Bad thoughts! Naughty Xander!" Hurriedly, he dressed, feeling a desperate need to get away from his apartment. Keys and wallet in hand, he wrenched open the front door. "Aahhh!" He stumbled back, gaping in shock at the figure lounging in the doorway. Spike raised an eyebrow and sauntered inside, closing the door and locking it. He turned back, eyeing Xander curiously. "A fantasy, huh?" Xander gave a nervous chuckle as he looked up at the vampire from his place on the floor. "Um...Spike. What are you doing here? And...how'd you get here so fast?" Spike ignored that, stalking over until he was standing with his legs on either side of Xander's thighs. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, and just a bit on the pale side, huh?" "Spike...I...I..." Spike crouched down and covered Xander's mouth. His eyes glittered. "Dominant and aggressive? That what you wanted?" Xander's pupils dilated at the words that were growled out in that deep, throaty voice. He flushed. Spike removed his hand and tilted Xander's head back. "I think I can do that," he whispered, then fastened his lips to Xander's in a fierce, claiming kiss of ownership. Xander whimpered. The End
Sequel: Follow up to Press "2". Makes much more sense if
you've read that first.
Part Two "Thank you for calling 1-900-WILD-ONE, Sunnydale's hottest phone sex line. If you are female, press "1". If you are male, press "2". If you--" [beep] "Well, hello sir! We have so much to offer you this evening. To talk with one of our delicious humans, press "1". If you prefer demons of the humanoid variety, press "2". For--" [beep] "You naughty thing, you! You've chosen the option of one of our many talented humanoid demons. For a sexy female, press "1". If you'd like to talk with a male, press "2". For the inde--" [beep] "Oh, aren't you in luck? We have so many lovely boys for you to choose from this evening. If you're looking for a shy, submissive boy who will obey your every command, press "1". If you're in the--" [beep] "Oh, is that the way it is? Well, I know just the one for you! Please wait while your call is being connected with your specially chosen man of the evening." [cheesy porno music playing] [shy, quiet voice] "Hello sir. What would you like me to call you?" [suspicious pause] "Spike? Is that you?" [slight shock] "Xander? What are you doing calling here again?" [snort] "Gee, I dunno. Because someone went off to work and left me all hard and horny?" [deep chuckle] "Yeah, but you look so good like that, luv." [embarrassed cough] "Yeah, well -- hey, wait a sec! Why did I get you again?" [growl] "What, there something wrong with talking to me?" "I don't mean...I meant...well..." [snicker] "Why am I up for the 'shy and submissive' type?" "Um, yeah." "Tell you a secret, pet. There really aren't that many folks answering the phones here. And...we'll talk about this desire to dominate when I come over after work, understand." [sharp intake of breath] "O-ok." "Good." [chair creaking] "Now, let's get on with the fantasy, shall we?" "Spike? Um...why would I pay for whatever this call is going to cost me to talk to you? I can do that anytime." [wry chuckle] "Xan...how often you think I'm gonna let you be the one in charge?" [thoughtful pause] "Oh. Right. Ok." [clearing throat] "So, um, you'll do anything I say?" "It's your credit card bill. And I always give the customers what they want." [shaky voice] "Yeah. Ok. Um...call me 'sir' again?" [deep, throaty purr] "Yes, sir?" [gasp of pure lust] "Holy shit..." [throat clears again] "I mean...I want you to strip and get down on your knees for me." "Oh, yes sir." [clicking sounds, then rustling of clothing] [stunned disbelief] "Spike? Are you really...?" "Sure, why not? Got my own private little booth here, might as well have a bit of fun." "What about the phone?" "Oh, got one of them neat little headset things tonight. Now, get back into your role!" "Geez, you're a pushy sub!" [playful snarl] "Are you talking back to me?" [pause] "No, sir." "That's what I thought. Are you naked yet?" [more rustling] "Yes, sir." "Good. I can just picture you, kneeling on the floor at my feet. God, yeah." [panting] "Put your hands on the back of your neck." [muffled sound of zipper being pulled down] "Whatever you say, sir." "I want you to suck me, Spike. I wanna see my cock sliding between those gorgeous lips of yours." [moaning] "God, Spike...suck on your fingers for me. I wanna hear how you sound." [slurping and sucking noises] [whimpering] "...that's so fucking hot, Spike. You love it, don't you?" [fingers removed with a wet pop] "Love how you taste, sir. Wanna suck you, an' lick you all over." [more whimpering] "S-Spike, get on your hands and knees. I wanna see your ass." [scuffling sounds] "That's so perfect." [low moan] "I wanna fuck you so bad, Spike. Shove my cock into your tight little ass and pound you through the floor. You want that?" [voice slightly sarcastic, but mostly just filled with lust] "Oh yes. Please sir, please fuck me." [pouting evident in tone of voice] "Say it like you mean it..." [pause, then a husky whisper] "Please. Master, please fuck me. I need you inside me." [startled gasp] "...holy fuck." [labored breathing] [very long pause] "Xan? You ok, pet?" "Y-Yeah. Um...woah. That was just...got a visual there." [forced laughter] "Hit a kink, huh? We'll...explore it more later on. For now, I'm hard an' I'm waitin' to be screwed. Master." [breath hitching] "Right. Spike...touch yourself there. Push you fingers inside where you want me to be." [low groan] "Tell me, Spike. Tell me what you feel." "So good. Mmm, master, you feel so fucking good! So hard and...ahhhh...so hot. Oh, do it...fuck me, sir!" [faint purring starts up] "...oh god...yeah...gonna fuck you so good, Spike..." [panting and rhythmic squeaking sounds] "Master...Xan...you fill me up so good...Christ, you're burning inside me. Do it. Harder. I need you so bad..." "Spike, I wanna cum inside you. God, I'm so fucking close!" [harsh moans] [broken growling] "Do it, Xan. Let me feel you cum in me. Pet....please!" [struggling for breath] "That's it...oh yeah...ooohhhh...." [sharp gasp] "Spike! Oh god...so tight...yeah!" [long, drawn-out groan] [purring and soft lapping sounds] [heavy panting] "Spike? Are you...licking...yourself?" "Mmm-hmm." "Oh shit..." [contented rumbling] "That was...ummm..." [soft, breathy laugh] [smug] "It was, wasn't it? Told ya I was good." "Spike? If I hadn't just cum so hard my brains felt like they were leaking out, I'd tell you what an egotistical bastard you were." [deep chuckle] "I'm flattered, pet." [noise of disgust] "Gah, I so need to clean up now." "Xan?" "Yeah?" "Don't move." [confusion] "Say what?" [scuffling, sounds of clothes being replaced] "I'll be there in ten minutes." "Huh?" [pause] "Oh! Um...oh. Ok. So, should I...?" "Don't...move." [giggle of amusement mixed with renewed arousal] "Whatever you say...master." [possessive growl of lust] "Damn right!" "And Spike?" "What?" "If I'm a good boy for you, will you let me top tomorrow night?" "No." [thoughtful pause] "But maybe...if you're very bad...."
The End
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