Spike/Xander

NC-17 Warning: This story is verging on non-con…but not quite.

LJ User Luminara said: Spike and Xander, trapped in an elevator/cave/small boring possibly dark space. Spike and Xander in the basement with the rope.

"So am I the muscle, or what?"

Xander doesn't answer, just looks up at the numbers like normal people do. Spike, meanwhile, is pressing his thumb into a panel of mirror until it cracks into spider webs.

"Stop it," says Xander, annoyed beyond the telling. The elevator lurches into service. This apartment is ancient, and its elevator is, like, the third one ever made. There are only four floors, including the basement. Spike doesn't listen. Xander should make note of this, for his own sake, but the elevator stalls at that moment between the first and second floor, and Xander puts a hand on the wall.

They wait in silence for a minute. "I don't think we're moving," Xander finally mutters.

Spike gives him a look. He tries to jimmy the doors, and succeed enough to expose the concrete wall behind them. "Well, you can just boost me up..." he says to Xander as he glances at the ceiling of the elevator. "Oh. There's no trap door. This thing is like a coffin." It's supposed to be a joke, but Xander is already hyperventilating.

"Oh. My. God," Xander says, and pushes every button on the panel. Then he pushes them again. It doesn't work that time, either. So he does it again.

"You better watch the heavy breathing," advises Spike. Xander looks at him wide-eyed. "Because of the, you know." Spike pretends to breathe, then gasp, clutching at his throat. Xander starts to do Lamaze hees. It's fun to watch.

Spike takes a seat on the floor. Xander begins to pound on the doors. "Help!" he yells. "We're stuck in the elevator! Help!"

"I'm sure the junkies and demons are calling 911 right now," says Spike from below.

"No, this is okay. It's okay. We are going to be okay," says Xander.

"Okay," says Spike, deadpan.

The lights go out. Xander screams. He flails around for a second, and cuts his hand open on a ragged piece of decorative railing. This is not a good thing to do. The smell of his blood and fear float down to Spike, who has been locked in Xander's basement for weeks.

Spike pulls himself to his feet and puts an arm around Xander. "Shh, shh," he says, and after a while, Xander quiets. "Here, maybe you should sit." He pushes Xander gently to the floor. Xander gropes the wall as he slumps down.

Spike takes the opportunity to rifle through the bag he just lifted out of Xander's jacket pocket. There's duct tape, a notepad, and a pen. Yeah, he isn't sure what information Giles wanted from the demon they were going to visit, but Spike was the muscle all right.

Xander flinches as Spike pulls a nice long strip of duct tape off the roll. "What the fuck was that noise?" he asks fearfully. It's a good call.

"I'm just sitting down," says Spike, which doesn't answer the question, but is the truth. He kneels beside Xander and has the tape wrapped around his ankles three times before Xander understands what's happening. Xander punches and kicks blindly, and even lands a couple of good ones, but Spike gets the job done anyway, of course. It's not like the movies, where people are wiggling free left and right. Spike tapes him from ankle to knee. He's good at this, even though it's been a while.

Xander has said a lot as this has played out, many protests and threats. Spike tapes his mouth before he tapes his wrists. Xander struggles in earnest now, and the smell of his sweat joins the heady mix. Spike is oh-so-careful not to hurt him. He pushes Xander's hands above his head slowly, nicely, inexorably. Then he runs the duct tape up and around the decorative railing. Xander is trussed. He's screaming again, but much quieter this time, with the taped mouth and all. It's like Muzak for vampires.

Spike talks as he pulls Xander's pants to his knees. "You know, Harris, you're a real prick. You've gone out of your way to shit all over me, and I think now is the time to tell you I don't like it." He leans down and kisses Xander's forehead. Xander goes crazy. Spike has to fight not to go into game face. He doesn't want this getting out of hand. He whispers in Xander's ear, "Because here we are, just the two of us in a steel box. No Slayer coming to rescue you this time."

Xander is moaning now, and Spike listens for a while, eyes closed. Then he puts his hands on Xander's skin. He touches Xander's chest, his stomach, his thighs. He's good at this, too. He stops when Xander's cock is stiff. It doesn't take long, all things considered.

"See Harris, I can't hit you, it's true. But there are different kinds of pain, aren't there? I don't have to thrash you to hurt you." He hasn't used this tone in ages. As good as a twisting knife blade in these situations.

Spike straddles Xander's legs. He waits patiently for Xander to writhe himself into exhaustion. "Guess what's next, Xander?" he finally says. Xander whimpers. "I'm going to suck your cock. Are you ready?" Xander goes completely still. Spike pauses dramatically. Then he tears the tape off of Xander's mouth.

Spike says jovially, "I'm kidding, of course! Can't be doing that to one of the Scoobies, can I?" Xander says not one word. In fact, Spike's not sure if Xander has fainted. He's driving this boy like a GTO.

Spike makes as if to get off of Xander's legs, but hesitates at the last second. "Unless," he says as if he's just thought of it, "unless you want me to suck your cock. Because this would be the perfect excuse, wouldn't it?"

Xander is indeed conscious, because now he's trembling. He is still silent. Spike has terrorized the smartass right out of him. It warms Spike's dead heart. Xander presses his face against his arm, hiding.

Spike caresses Xander's cheek, and Xander doesn't pull away. "All you have to do is say please," Spike says. He's not surprised at all when Xander starts to cry. "Should I give you a bit to mull it over?" he asks. "No? You've made up your mind?" He pulls himself to his knees.

"Please," croaks Xander.

Spike grins. "It's hard to miss out when it was so close, isn't it? I always knew you hated me just a little too much."

He leans into the darkness and takes Xander's cock into his wet mouth. Xander moans very loudly as Spike sucks, and says "please" again, and tries his best to fuck Spike's mouth. Spike helps him with this, gripping Xander's ass and jerking Xander into him. When Xander comes, it's violent, his hips bucking and twisting, but he's no match for Spike, who doesn't mind swallowing at all. He sucks and slurps until Xander is clean. Spike is good at a lot of things, he likes to think.

Xander's body is limp as Spike bites through the duct tape, but he does manage to pull up his jeans and curl into the fetal position when Spike is done releasing him. Spike sits in a corner, leaning against the right angle. "Feel free to tell your friends when we see them," is all Spike says. Then he has a sleep until the boozy building superintendent rescues them about forty minutes later.

But Xander never tells.