City of Night 7/? (Prompt: Riposte)

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Title: City of Night 7/?
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Prompt: Riposte
Warnings: Slash, bdsm
Rating: Adults Only
Summary: This is about the period after Dru dumps Spike the second time, and what happens between the dumping and him arriving in Sunnydale with Harmony. I’ve alluded in several other fics about this period, and always meant to get around to writing it. In this chapter, Spike puts himself at Lindsey’s mercy. 

Previous parts here- http://tinyurl.com/yu9ehd

Lindsey was a bundle of nerves. He had gotten the chains. They were set up in the bedroom right now. And he knew that anytime now Spike would arrive. He’d gone back and forth on this all day, should he, shouldn’t he. It was easy to doubt himself sitting here. Surely it was mad to let a vampire into his house. But he knew when Spike showed up at the door he would invite him in. He didn’t like that weakness in himself that Spike had found. That curiosity, that desire to taste forbidden fruit.

Finally the knock came at the door. He moved to it, opening it. Spike stood there, a knowing half-smile on his face. "Ready for me, then?"

Lindsey shivered. "Yes. Come in." Those were the fateful words, he knew.

Spike stepped across the threshold, standing far too close to Lindsey. He always seemed to be invading Lindsey’s personal space. That normally made Lindsey pissed, but with Spike it just made him less able to think clearly. "You want a drink?" Lindsey asked.

"Sure. Whatever you’ve got." Spike leaned in close, licked his lips, then moved off to drape himself over a chair, one leg over the arm of the chair.

Lindsey forced himself to steady. He couldn’t lose control here. He moved over to the bar, pouring two glasses of whiskey, and carried one to Spike. Spike took the glass, taking a sip. "Good stuff. You have good taste."

Lindsey gave a nervous smile and sat in another chair, taking a rather big gulp of his drink. "Thanks. So, you do this a lot, letting yourself get chained up by humans you barely know?"

Spike smiled. "No. You chain up men you barely know all the time then?"

Lindsey had to chuckle at Spike’s verbal riposte. "No. Not *all* the time." His eyes twinkled a little mischievously.

Spike laughed. "Nice to know I’m dealing with someone with experience." He pushed up out of the chair, sliding off the duster. He was dressed in black jeans that clung to him like a second skin and a tight black T-shirt. He prowled over to Lindsey. Lindsey couldn’t help but watch. Spike was almost feline, and it was like being stalked by a panther.

Then Spike was there, arms wrapped around Lindsey’s waist, and his lips were pressed to Lindsey’s. Lindsey moaned. He surrendered to the kiss, not thinking, just feeling. Spike’s lips were cool, but not cold the way Lindsey had expected. For Spike’s part, he was enjoying the taste and the feel of Lindsey. He could scent Lindsey’s arousal, and feel the growing bulge in his jeans. Spike ground a little against Lindsey, letting him feel Spike’s own hardness press against his. Lindsey moaned again, and his hands slid down to cup and squeeze Spike’s ass.

Spike let the kiss linger, then he pulled back slightly. "Time for the main event, yeah?"

Lindsey nodded, a little overwhelmed, and just turned and headed for his bedroom. Spike followed closely, and Lindsey could feel the electric sensation on his skin again. Spike had some sort of power Lindsey couldn’t quite put his finger on.

They got into the bedroom. Spike saw the chains already locked to the bedposts and chuckled. "All ready for me then?" He stripped off his T-shirt, his muscled chest coming into view. Lindsey took in a breath. But he didn’t have much time to process as Spike untied and removed his boots, then unbuttoned his jeans and skimmed out of them. There he was, naked, pale, nearly perfect in the soft light of the bedroom.

Lindsey just stared for a long moment. "The painting didn’t do you justice."

Spike tilted his head and smiled. "Nice to be admired." He crawled up onto the bed. "On my belly or my back?"

"Depends," Lindsey said. "Can I change it later?"

Spike looked over his shoulder. "You can do anything you like."

Lindsey shivered. "Then on your back."

Spike nodded and lay down on his back, stretching out his arms and legs obligingly. Lindsey moved over and began to lock manacles on his wrists and ankles. He wasn’t easy with the chains, tugging them and locking them so Spike was stretched taut and spread-eagled on the bed. He wanted to see if Spike was sincere about surrendering himself.

Spike took in a few sharp breaths as his limbs were stretched a bit, but he didn’t buck or protest. Lindsey slid his hands over Spike’s soft pale skin. "Fuck," he breathed out softly.

Spike moaned at the touch, Lindsey cleared his throat. He wasn’t sure how this was going to go over, but he’d already decided on it. Either Spike would go with it or he wouldn’t. Lindsey pulled some items from a bedside drawer and set them down, making sure they were out of Spike’s field of vision. Then he climbed up on the bed. He slid his hand down Spike’s chest and began stroking his cock. "You going to be good and do everything I say?" He asked.

Spike nodded, and moaned, trying to arch into Lindsey’s touch, barely able to move at all. "Yes. Everything."

Lindsey nodded, continuing to stroke Spike’s cock. "We’re going to test that." He lifted the items from the bed, letting Spike see them now. They were a thick blindfold and a penis gag. "I’m going to put these on you. If you don’t let me, you can leave. Right now."

Spike groaned, but he nodded, opening his mouth obediently. Lindsey slid the gag into place and buckled it. Then the blindfold. Spike whimpered a little, cut off from being able to speak or see. Lindsey went back to stroking Spike’s cock, watching him get closer and closer to cumming. Then, he stopped. Removed his hand. Slid off the bed.

"This is a test. Spike. If you really want me, you’ll be a good boy and wait. If you’re not… there’s a key, hanging just within reach of your right hand. You’d bleed trying to twist enough to unlock but you could do it." Lindsey’s voice was crisp, lawyer-like. He had to fight to suppress any urge to give this up and just climb on the bed and play with the lovely vampire. "I’ll be back…eventually. You decide."

He stepped to the door, turning off the light, closing the door behind him and locking it. It was going to be a long night for both of them. But Lindsey had to be sure, had to have some way to know that Spike could be trusted. He went to his guest bedroom, stripping off his clothes and sliding between the cool sheets. Sleep didn’t come for a long time, his own hard cock urging him to go back to Spike, but he didn’t.

Comments

[hawk-soaring.livejournal.com]

Perfect teaser for what's to come... Looking forward to more.

[lilithbint.livejournal.com]

wonderful build up of tension for us and the boys,
damn hot description to leave with as well!

[thismaz.livejournal.com]

Lindesy's not as crazy as I feared. *pauses, thinks* Well, yes he is, but he's not as stupid *g*
There's a trick to pull and a test to set. This could be real fun.
But what a cliff-hanger to end on.
I really hope you can do something with Argos, so you continue this.