Warnings: Implied torture
Clenching his fists, Spike couldn't stop himself from pulling against the chains. They held fast, magicked as an anniversary present. He would have loved to have been there when Xander asked Red for that gift, but, along with the pint of Slayer blood that formed only the basics of this evening set up purely for Spike's pleasure, he hadn't been allowed to be there. Xander said he wanted to mark this anniversary with something special, and always ready to spoil his lover, he had agreed not to 'nose around'
"You ready?" He could tell the man was nervous, despite the lack of tremor in his voice, the steadiness of his hands. It had taken a lot to get him to this point, where he felt he could give Spike this. But it meant so much - part of him needed this, however much he tried to gouge out that piece of Angelus buried deep inside. Pavlovian response from his body, his cock almost painfully hard as he lay spread-eagled like a sacrifice.
Straddling him, the unusual lack of interest from his flesh a sure sign that this was not how he normally wanted to play with his lover, Xander leaned over him. Spike nodded, then hissed as the first drop of Holy Water landed on his chest.....