Take this Job and Shove It

by Tropicwhale

disclaimer: Not mine

Warnings: SEX! GAY SEX! BONDAGE! PAIN-PLAY SEX!

Author Notes: Big sexy sex number in the sky.

Chapter Twenty

Mile High

We left Rome two days later. Spike had spent the day getting bullets removed from his torso. And Turan had witches working for her that had extraordinary healing abilities….and they were all scantily clad and really flirty. Spike's glare kept me from flirting back though. He was still angry with me about Romania and there was something else he wasn't telling me. I asked about it and he told me "not now. Later. When we are safe." The girl offering her wrist to him giggled and then spoke English with an American accent.

"You are safe, silly. The Immortal's power is absolute. Feed. You need your strength." She was wearing something that was almost a string bikini under a sheer dress. I could definitely make out her nipples. And I was a little jealous. Spike's eyebrow raised at me. I shrug back. Why did everything between us have to be a fight? He bit into her, still looking at me with those alien yellow eyes. I turned away. Him feeding from a person grossed me out.

We were given supplies and an armed escort, including a medic. There was a well sealed coffin. I raised my eyebrows at that and was told "For Master Spike. We will have to travel during the day, and this is the safest way for him to do that." Spike looked it over.

"Neat. Speakers. Xander, check this out. There's even a place for a packet of blood. This is actually a really well kitted coffin. I'll be traveling in luxury." I wasn't happy about it. And he seemed to be enjoying the effect it had on me.

"Nothing less for a childe of the Dracul line. Who have always been allies of the Immortal." The medic stated. Spike's face when blank. I looked at him, a question on my lips and was told...

"Later, when we are alone." That evening we boarded a choice luxury plane that had a bed in the back. It was bigger than the one Dracula had lent us to come to Rome in.

"Wow." I drop on the bed and bounce a little. Spike's eyebrow raises at me. "What? A bloke could get used to this."

"Bloke?" his tone is mocking.

"I blame you." I sit up and pull him on top of me. We kiss. "I love you. Just so you know." His blank expression flickers for a moment. And then it fades into a tired smile.

"I love you, too." He lays his face on my chest. "I don't like we don't know where we are going and it looks like we are kitting out for a war zone."

"Yeah. It'll work out." He looks up at me and glares, his nose still pressed to my chest. "What? I am allowed to say cool things!" His eyes narrow and I laugh nervously. "Look, as long as we're together, I know everything is going to be fine. Somehow." My head drops back. I stare up at the ceiling of the plane. We start to take off. "You know, for a second back there, I thought I was actually dying. I had forgotten about Willow's enhancement on my gear. I was really scared. But then I woke up and there you were."

"Xander."

"I know things aren't going great for us, right now. And we argue more than we get along but I was really glad you were there when I woke up." Spike's body shifts and I look up at him. We slide a little as gravity loses its fight against the plane, pushing us toward the pillows.

"I'm glad you're not dead, Xander." I smile a little.

"Really?"

"Yeah." He runs his fingers through my hair. "I do love you." Something in my chest releases. "A lot. I beat the shit out of Finn and Twilight for you."

"Yeah, you said." A couple of times.

"And I promise to tell you the stuff that's bothering me. I just...can't right now. It was a lot."

"Can you tell me some of it? Mostly, the 'childe of Dracul'? Part?" Spike huffs.

"Apparently, that helicopter ride...the blood that was shared….I'm Dracula's childe as well as being of the line of Aneirin."

"That's not possible? Is it?"

"Drac says that it shouldn't be." Spike looks really unhappy about it. I wrap my arms around his waist.

"Well, you're pretty impossible." Spike's face looks more sad and concerned. Wrong thing to say. Dammit. "I love you." I say. Spike buries his face into my shoulder.

"I need you to do the pain thing. And sex thing. I'm really overwhelmed." he says in a super quiet voice I can barely hear over the engine.

"Uh, ok." I roll us so that he is on the bottom. "Let me see if the goddess of love's airplane is kitted out for this." Spike laughs and sits up a little, starting to work to take off his trench coat. I put a hand on his chest. "Did I tell you to move?" Spike's eyes widen and then his mouth parts. He shakes his head slowly. "Then why are you doing it?" He gulps and shrugs, his hands dropping to my thighs. He lays back. I can feel him start to get hard. "Pain thing and the sex thing, huh? Both? Do you understand why it's different, yet?" He shakes his head. Gulps again. He starts breathing. Licks his lips.

"I" his eyelids lower. "Was hoping you could give me a tactical lesson in it." He wiggles a little and his shirt rides up. Guh. Vampires. I roll my eyes at his antics.

"Is that what you want?"

"Well, yeah. Wouldn't have said it if I didn't." Spike's smile was his flirty asshole smile.

"Mm" A tactical lesson huh? "The pain thing isn't about giving you what you want, Spike." I grab his wrists and pin him to the bed. I lift my hips so that when he tries to push up against me. He basically misses. "It's about giving you what you need." Spike rolls his eyes.

"So what I need is to talk this to death?" His eyebrows raise and his mouth quirks to the side. I smile.

"Well, details first. Do you want sex first, pain first or one mixed with the other?" The snarky look drained off his face. "Also, do you remember what your safe word is? I need to hear you say it before we get started." And his face goes militant. "No?" I ask, and start to lift my hands. He stays still for a moment, almost like he doesn't think I will stop. I pause, almost like I am reconsidering my actions and there is this brief flash of triumph on his face. I get up.

"Whu-wait." I start looking through the cabinets and the drawers in the bedroom. Yep. Handcuffs, ropes, toys. I toss a few things onto the bed, the last being lube. I hold the small bottle up before I toss it, smiling.

"Safe word or you play with your hand." I say. Spike's militant look returns. I toss the bottle. "Your choice, Spike. Always your choice." And I walk out into the...I dunno what to call it, the "living room" section of the plane. I count. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1 and

"Billy-buddy." He all but shouts, growls. I pause and check the one cabinet that is to my left. Excellent. More sex toys. I grab a blindfold and shove it into my back pocket. Seems him not seeing helps. Then I saunter back into the bedroom. Spike was half sitting up; he looked angry. I walk over to the bed, grab him by the ankles and pull toward me until his knees were level with the edge of the bed. I let them drop and kneel between.

"Say it one more time." I say. Spike sits up to look at me. Emotions playing over his face. "And I start getting you naked." Spike. Only Spike. The only submissive on the whole freaking planet who would have to be forced into saying his fucking safe-word before we begin playing because I can't trust him to just...say something if something goes wrong. That's my boyfriend. Big, scary Master Vampire in His Own Right, William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayers, Vampire with a Soul, Fucking Idiot. "I promise." He huffs out a breath of air.

"Billy-buddy." I start to untie his boots. I pull them off his feet. Then his socks. I push my hands up around his ankle, grabbing them like cuffs. I watch his eyes dilate and his mouth open. I grin.

"Lay back down. I got you." He flops back and I shift up so I can undo his belt and slide it free of his jeans. I run my hand along that white line of skin that was revealed between his untucked shirt and his pants. I crawl onto the bed and up his body. "Now." I say, lowly. "My questions still stands. "Pain first. Sex first. Or would you like a mixture of both at the same time." He looks up at me, pupils blow. "I need you to make that decision." His lower lip dips in between his teeth.

"I don't want to." He says finally. "I just want to not think for awhile. I just want you to take care of me...I don't care." I pause at that. This is probably a bad time to do a full scene. He's been stretched past his limit to deal for over a week now. And doing a scene with a partner when they aren't really in the headspace for it can be trouble.

"Mix of things. Is that ok? Mostly sex and I throw in some pain play." Spike nods and tears form in his eyes.

"Thank you." he says and sort of deflates against the bed. I kiss him and he kisses back. He goes to touch me and I stop him.

"No. I am still in charge." I pop the button on his jeans and then take his hand. I guide him to shove his hand down the front of the pants. The zip slips down a little but mostly holds. I hold Spike's other hand over his head. Damn, he looks so good. "Touch yourself. Let me watch." Spike licks his lips and starts moving the hand down his pants. The zipper slips lower and lower with the movement. I focus in on it until the zipper is all the way down and I can see how his fingers are playing with his cock. My hand joins his and together we pull his penis free. I make eye contact. His legs spread and he gasps as my grip tightens from pleasure to pain and then to a teasing light touch. I look up to his eyes wide and mouth open. Spike really is one hell of a pretty motherfucker. All chiseled features and expressiveness. "Keep moving that hand. I wanna just look at you for a second." Spike grins at that, all attitude.

"Yeah? You want me to put on a show for you?" I grin at him, because he definitely starts making a show of playing with himself. I lean over and bite him super hard on his ear lobe which makes him gasp, turning the campy act into a genuine one. I lick his ear and the spot below it. I kiss along his jaw and push my tongue into his mouth. I spend a long moment just tasting him, surrounded by the scent of leather and cigarette and the roar of the jet engine.

Pulling back takes a second, I take a moment to watch his face. I really do love him. I know a lot of our arguments stem from my hang-ups and my issues and he's just so patient, well,l as patient as he can be. "Hey, I love you." I tell him. I remember when it used to take practice for me to say it, at least once a day. I remember when I didn't want to think about how my feelings for Spike kept growing and how I had to accept that. He picks his head up and kisses me, lips and teeth and tongue. Spike never does a simple sweet kiss. It's all big and consuming stuff. I kiss him back with the same enthusiasm. I reach for both his hands and cuff them together over his head. He inhales sharply as the leather goes around each wrist. I reach into the pillow and find an eyebolt recessed into the center of the headboard. Nice. It doesn't stick out to cause unexpected concussions but is still placed for convenience. I guide his fingers to touch it and I pull back from our kiss to look Spike in the eyes. "Do you want your hands together or apart? I'm sure there are other eye bolts around this bed." It takes a second for Spike to come back to me to answer."

"Uh...which is hotter? Also, are you planning on fucking me in the coat?" He leers. Well, he tries to leer but his face is too hungry for it. I pause.

"Yeah. Definitely fucking you in the coat. Which will be harder for you to move? Together or apart?"

"Apart." I nod and lean up and over him to start looking for the other eye bolts. My vampire is sneaky and leans up, while he still has his freedom of movement, to bite my nipple through my shirt. Or rather, that's what he tries to do. I have my tactical vest under my oversized tee shirt. He gets a mouth full of velcro strap. His head drops back and I have to laugh at his confused and annoyed expression at the sound.

"That's what you get for misbehaving" I tell him, still kind of laughing at him as I attach one wrist to one recessed eye bolt. I shift and say, as I am attaching the other wrist. "Guess that means I will have to punish you." I pull away from him, his expression still confused but leaning more toward kind of angry. I grab the waistband of his jeans and pull as I climb off the bed. And just like that, Spike's naked from the waist down. He's hard too, dick arching up toward his stomach. I lick my lips before tossing the jeans over my shoulder. Spike jerks at his wrists and tilts his head to look at one of them. I lean down and attach the ankle cuffs to his legs.

"Me spread eagle face up doesn't leave a lot of options for you, Harris." Spike mocks. I grin at him then lift his one leg to a recessed bolt in the ceiling. He stares at me in surprise. His leg isn't exactly straight out, it's sort of off to the side...which means he's all sorts of vulnerable.

"You'd be surprised about that." I grab his other leg and spread it the opposite direction and attach it to another ceiling bolt. Spike is now spread eagle but sort of modified eagle and has, really, zero maneuverability. Which was the point. He twists a little testing the bonds, staring at me through the V of his own bare legs. "You ok?" I ask.

"Yeah." he says, mild confusion coloring his voice. "Yeah." he says again, a little stronger and then grins that dirty grin of his. "You are always full of surprises, love. I really ought to remember that at this point." I grin and then strip. Open Button-down and shoulder rig off. I stop and check the safety on my gun and put it where I am pretty sure I will be able to reach it in case of emergency but also so we won't kick it during sex. Next is the oversized tee shirt off, the tact vest, and the under shirt (so many layers). I put my one foot on the bed to take off my boot and ankle gun, then switch to take off the other boot and ankle stake. Then my socks and then, finally, finally take off my jeans and underwear in one go. "Wow, you got more weapons."

"Getting shot at always makes me gear up more. Routine now. After Africa." I shrug. Spike's has this very specific look for all of two seconds. I shrug again. "It's fine. I just...I don't like being unarmed without a Slayer around...or a you around." His face deepens in upset. I spank him lightly on the thigh. "Hey, not something we need to think about right this second. In fact, pretty sure you asked to not think." Spike licked his lips.

"Yeah. Did." I nod, biting my lip.

"I'm not doing a good job of keeping your mind off of stuff. Slacker. I should fix that." And then I low level dive toward his groin and, as quickly as humanly possible, get his penis into my mouth. He groans. I take my time performing fellatio for two reasons. One, he deserves a nice sloppy-easy going blow job after the week he's had and two, I got zero plan for what comes next. I mean, I have several ideas. But no plan. And he specifically asked for pain. And I did promise to punish him. And his pain tolerance is scary high. I suck harder just to make his back arch up. He starts saying my name over and over again. I pull back and bite the inside of his thigh hard. He screams and bucks and I get hit in the face with a penis.

Well. That's an idea at least.

I start biting his thighs as hard as I can, working my jaw until I leave livid bruises. Spike is making all sorts of good noises and I grab one of the vibrating toys, coat it in lube and press it just under his balls as I continue to work his flesh with my teeth. Then, I waste a couple of seconds trying to figure out how to turn the damn thing on. When that happens, Spike starts screaming. Hot damn. I am buying one of these.

I move the toy down so that it presses into his body, slowly. I pop my head up to check on him but he's gone. Back arching up, head thrashing back and forth, arms jerking against the restraints. He pushes his ass into the toy and it slides deeper than I intended so I pull it out and start over. He groans in frustration at that. I bite at the spot where his hips do that hard line cut to his groin. I work my mouth back to his dick and suck it into my mouth again. I press the toy deeper.

Spike comes and I choke. Shit. Oops. I pull back because well, it threw me. But, I press the toy deeper into my lover. Spike is absolutely enjoying himself and completely non-verbal.I don't think he even noticed he choked me a little. Yay, me.

I consider what to do next. Is it bad I was expected sex just not kinky sex where I am in charge? Meh, probably. I press the toy as far as it can go into him and change the settings so it vibrates faster but in waves. Spike grinds his teeth and whines. I move up his body and kiss him, shoving my tongue into his mouth and letting him taste himself there. He sucks on the appendage making little happy sounds which I have to mimic, while my hand push his shirt up to his armpits. I really enjoy kissing him. It's one of my favorite parts of our physical relationship. I pull back, looking down at him.

"Wot?" his voice low and breathy. He immediately whines as the vibrator hits the apex of the wave. "Oh!"

"I really enjoy kissing you and I just realized how much it's kinda my favorite thing." Spike's smile is soft and genuine right before the vibrator's wave hits him again and snaps his head back. His legs jerk in their cuffs.

"Aren't...ooo-ahhh-youuu sweet. Fuck!" I twist his nipple when he finishes the sentence with the word sweet. Nah, I liked him non-verbal. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh! Xander!" Ok, almost non-verbal. "More!" I lean over and bite his neck. "OW! Ow! FUCK YES! YES! FUCK!" I glance down his body and his penis is working its way back to full hardness. Yay, me and vampire rebound times. I squeeze it hard. Spike thrashes. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease" he chants.

"Please what?" I stop. Cuz I'm an asshole.

"Don't stop!" His voice is almost panicked. I trail my fingers over some of the bruises.

"You sure? Not too much for you?"

"No! No. I'm-uh-AH!-fine. Please don't stop." What a rush, getting Spike to beg. I pull the vibrator completely out of him. "No! Please! Please!" He thrashes harder until I shove my tongue back into his mouth. I press the vibrator's button until it's on a low, slow setting and press the thing alongside Spike's still healing gunshot wounds. I remember to pull my tongue out of his mouth just in time for him to go Game Face and growl. That was a near miss. Then one of the metal links on the cuffs that was keeping Spike's leg secured just snapped in two. I tossed the toy away in order to dodge the knee to my face. Spike's chest heaved as the festivities just stopped. His knee was poised where my face had just been. "Oops." He and I grin at each other for a second. "Did I get you?" He asks, face morphing in concern.

"Nah, near miss."

"Ok, good." There was a long silence of engine roar. "How about we skip the rest of the pain play until those-uh...fully heal." I flinch.

"Sorry, too much?"

"No. No" Spike said slowly, craning his neck to look down his own body. "I uh...enjoyed it." His mouth did a frown-y thing. "But I don't want to accidentally break any other borrowed equipment...like the plane." He said, looking up at the recessed bolt. I nod.

"Makes sense. I am gonna leave you tied up though, and fuck you. Is that ok?" Spike looks at me, makes eye contact.

"Yeah...Um…" And then that strange frown-y contemplatively look evaporates into a leer. "Just be gentle." I wack him on the shoulder for that which makes him giggle. I crawl to the end of the bed, wrap his free leg around my waist and push into him. He immediately moans. "Oh, yeah. Fuck."

"You ok?"

"It's uh...kinda sensitive down there." That...really makes me hungry for him and I grab him by the hips and fuck him slow and deep. His back arches and he hisses out words of pleasure. "Yesss, fuckkkk. Yesss, Xander, yesss" I keep pumping harder and faster with his encouragement. Over and over as the plane roars around us. Spike tightens around me, his head thrown back. My nails dig into his hips, raking down them as I throw some muscle into the action. Spike's back to being fully hard and his cock is bouncing with the motion. And that...that is weirdly what sense me over the edge and I come, trying to remember if I wanted Spike to come a second time or not, wanting him to but not really knowing how to make him...Spike's hips twist, that free leg giving him just enough leverage and suddenly he's there with me and coming and my vision goes white.

I wake up and begin the difficult task of unsticking myself from my lover and undoing his restraints. He clearly didn't pass out and makes jokes about me being a heavy load. I smack his ass for the last one and root around until I find baby wipes in one of the compartments. I clean the toy off, then Spike and then myself with multiple wipes. Spike takes his shirts and coat off. I throw the trash on the ground and work against sore muscles to get us settled under the blankets. Spike grins at me when I finally succeed, playing with my hair. "It's getting pretty long." he tells me.

"Yup, time for a haircut."

"You should let it grow. Give me something to hold onto." I laugh a little at that. "Whot. I'm serious. The girls can braid it." I bite-kiss his lips to get him to shut up.

"Shut up." I tell him.

"Never. Best attribute, my mouth."

"That is a matter of opinion."

"The correct opinion." Spike grins at me and kisses me. "I love you." he says.

"We gonna talk now?"

"Still not ready."

"We may not get another shot for awhile."

"Yeah….fine…" Spike looks up at the ceiling and I wrap around him. "Dracula's claimed me as his childe and...there's something else…." his larynx bobs and he bites his lips. "Him and the Ghoul...said some stuff….similar stuff and I am genuinely freaked out by it."

"What sort of stuff?"

"Prophecy stuff...Like, I am the Souled Vampire the little witch cannibalized her own son so she could get the chance to meet me...Dracula….said some similar stuff...not like...I get to become mortal...Angel's bullshit lie of a prophecy...more of...I'm a Champion of Light and I got to save the world. And then there's Aneirin and what she wants….and my brother….and I just…" He looks over at me. "I'm really worried. I'm not..." He looks down at where my arm is wrapped around his torso. I raise my head so that I can prop it up on my hand. "Hundred years of me cutting a swath of evil chaos...Slaying Slayers...being the self-proclaimed Big Bad...and even...I'm not exactly one of the good guys, more of a grey hat...don't much care about all those principle things...not when they get in the way of people doing things….how can there be prophecies about me being...a hero of the light? How can all these forces…..I shouldn't be able to be a vampire of two bloodlines...and that's probably why Aneirin asked the Black Masses to turn Alexander...so he's of two lines...And Angel was ensouled before me...I don't get it." Wow. Heavy stuff.

"I don't know. Well, if there are prophecies.. I guess we're gonna find out together, right?" Spike gave me a watery grin.

"Yeah, I guess so." I smile at him and lean in to give him a sweet small kiss and for once he doesn't turn it into a big production number. He really is worried.

"I love you." I tell him, because what else am I gonna say?

"I love you too..Onto the next adventure in the quest, huh?"

"Yep. Let's get some sleep in the meantime." He nods and we settle into a well deserved nap.

Author After Notes: And end. There's an epilogue

Love from the Dorkside;

Tropic