Rating NC 17
Pairing Spike/Xander
Distribution: Spanderfiles, anyone else, please ask.
Disclaimer: Not mine yet. But I live in hope.
Follows Dinner Party
Dinner Party Revisited
by
Queenie
Xander carefully applied the stick of khol to his eyes, his thoughts floating hazily, a sharp cheekboned face continuously in his mind's eye.
Tonight he would be at the service again of the gorgeous young man who had come to dinner last week.
Xander hadn't been able to get keep his mind clear since that night.
He'd gone through his duties each evening, servicing his master's guests like an automaton, hardly aware of what he was doing, as his thoughts kept returning to the young blond lord.
He licked his lips as he remembered the taste of that hard cock in his mouth, and the breathless little gasps its owner had made as he'd licked at that firm plump cockhead, swirling his tongue into the slit, then sucking strongly before swallowing the whole shaft down.
Xander had been hard all week, unable to let go of the pictures in his head.
And now in less than two hours he'd be here again.
Xander put the khol stick down and slipped a hand around his cock, wiping his thumb over the engorged head to collect the precome and sighing in relief as he took a firm hold.
He needed to take the edge off, or he'd be in no case to service the young lord.
~*~*~*~*~
"C'mon Angelus, yer must be ready by now," Spike insisted, walking into the spacious master bedroom and looking critically at the larger man. "Lord Giles is already here, what's the holdup?
"I'm coming, William," Angelus said, "There's no need to be in a hurry, the dinner doesn't start for another two hours yet." He looked round distractedly for his cravat, which his valet was holding out to him. "Ah, thank you James, that will be all for this evening," he said with relief as he put the final touches to his appearance.
"We still hafta get there, and change into those special trousers, remember," Spike replied, "and anyway, I wanna make sure no-one else steals my whore. Don't trust that Jonathan fellow, he'd nab 'im if he got half the chance."
"Well, try to contain yourself tonight, William. We don't want a repeat of your performance last week."
Spike coloured. "I 'ad a bit of a wank just before," he admitted. 'Wanna get my Xander by 'imself after dinner tonight. I'm not gonna lose the chance again this time."
"Come, come, Gentleman," Lord Giles stepped into the room. "Are we ready? I'm looking forward to our dinner party tonight, I have to admit." He smiled toothily at the two men.
"My ward is impatient to get started as well," Angelus smirked, shrugging into his coat, "so I suppose we'd best be off now, before the ladies get home and delay us with more questions."
"Yeah, fer fuck's sake let's get movin'," Spike agreed, urging the other two men towards the door.
~*~*~*~*~
Fuck...fuck...fuck...oh...sweet lord!.....fuckin' hell......no....not yet... not again...Fuck!
With a willpower he didn't know he possessed Spike managed to ride out the overwhelming urge to come. Angelus had already succumbed to his own whore's talent. Spike had watched fascinated from across the table as Angelus squirmed in his seat, while beads of sweat collected on his brow and across his top lip.
The whimpers and hisses coming from his guardian had spurred on his own arousal, and he'd been relieved when Angelus had finally collapsed face down on the table in a dead faint.
Sir Ethan Mountjoy's servants had quickly removed him from the table, and dinner had continued, the other guests accepting the story of Angelus' susceptibility to heat.
Lord Giles was doing better, though his face had gone an alarming shade of puce and he was so far under the table his chin was resting on the table cloth. Nothing had been heard from him other than short gasps for the last few minutes, and Spike knew the older man wouldn't last much longer.
~*~*~*~*~
Xander was rock hard, and only the cock ring fastened tightly around the base of his erection had saved him from coming.
Sir Mountjoy had strict rules against the staff coming while pleasuring a guest, which wasn't normally a problem for Xander. He had found he could switch off while working, just going through the motions while remaining untouched, but this lordling with the piercing blue eyes had crept past his defences.
Every gasp of pleasure, every hiss, went straight to Xander's bound cock. The taste of the precome on his tongue was an aphrodisiac. Xander couldn't get enough. He suckled on the nob, running blunt teeth over the sensitive head which elicted a heartfelt groan from his victim. His cock twitched in its restraint.
He had carefuly prepared his arse tonight, cleaning, oiling and plugging with a dildo he judged to be adequate to prepare his hole for the sizable erection he hoped to have filling him tonight. Surely Faith wouldn't be long with the damned water!
~*~*~*~*~
Spikes eyes were beginning to roll back into his head. Nearly there...not long now...oh fuck! Not the tongue again....ah shit no....Fuck! Fuck...fuck...oh fuck...
The guest beside him was looking at him in concern as he gasped for breath and slid a little further under the table.
He managed to roll an eye in the fellow's direction and attempted a smile. "Food's a bit spicy," he managed to gasp as he felt his cock being swallowed whole. At least he wasn't wearing the thrice damned nipple clamps tonight, but he'd come to realise that the dildo Xander had carefully inserted into his arse before dinner had been designed by the devil. At every twitch of his body the cursed thing bumped against his prostate, wearing away his control.
One minute left....one minute left....oh fuck...please sweet Jesus...nearly there...nearly there....almost...oh fuck..!!
A maid appeared at Spike's elbow holding a jug of water. "Here is the water you requested, sir," she said loudly, bobbing a curtsey. Immediately the mouth on his cock vanished, and Spike realised with amazement that he'd made it through.
He sat up abruptly in his seat, looking round for his host. "Oi! Sir Mountjoy! I've finished me dinner," he called. "Think I need to go 'ave a bit of a lie down now," he leered.
Under the table he could feel Xander's hands fastening the trousers over his large erection. Sir Ethan Mountjoy walked over to him smiling widely. "Yes, yes, of course, dear William," he said. "I'll have my servants show you to a private room where you can rest quietly for as long as you need."
Spike allowed himself to be helped from the dining room. He was finding walking difficult with the boner he was sporting, but he was in no hurry to get to his private room. He needed a little time to compose himself or he'd wouldn't last long with Xander.
The last thing he heard as he left the room was a strangled cry from Lord Giles.
The End
