They walk back from Giles’ house in silence. Spike tries to start a
conversation, but Xander glares him into silence before he gets past
the second insult every time.
Finally they reach the basement room and Xander opens his mouth to give
Spike the guided tour.
“There’s only one bed, such as it is, and it’s mine -”
Sheets crumpled and fisted in his hands as Spike’s tongue
swirls and his teeth dig in just enough to make him come so hard
there’s daylight between his ass and the bed.
“-so you’re sleeping in that chair and yes, you will be tied up because
-”
Ropes wrapped ‘round and knots tied tight, and held down and
helpless feels just right...but what he has to do before Spike lets him
go feels even better.
“-I don’t feel safe with you wandering about, even if you can’t bite -”
Knife blade, skin, and that split second where the cut is pale
and bloodless until an eager tongue coaxes and laps and the bright
blood flows.
“-and if you shower - and I’d rather you did it after me, as I like it
hot - you leave it tidy, understand?”
Kneeling down, arms wrapped tight around slim hips and ass,
mouth full of hard, slippery cock as the water turns to ice, but not
complaining because he’s warm inside.
“Make yourself at home.”
Don’t go. Please? Don’t leave me.
"Oh, I will. Trust me."
Never.