"Five Golden Rings" Noel Of Spike/Fang Fetish Entry

Spike had  been hands off all week and Xander was tired of it. When his lover came home this evening, Spike was going to put out or at least tell him what was wrong. It was the longest he’d gone without sex in the year they’d been together and to be honest, it was making him cranky.

Xander arrived after work to find the apartment empty. Again. A few minutes after sunset, Xander heard a key in the lock.

He opened his mouth as Spike came in, but his words were stifled as Spike wrapped his arms around him and pressed a kiss to his mouth.

“Sorry about the distance, love, I was working on something.”

“Spike..”

“The sooner you get your clothes off, the sooner you learn what’s up.” Spike kissed him again and ground his erection against his lover.

“Is this something I’m going to have to forgive you for?”

“No, pet. You’re going to thank me. Now, are you going to get your clothes off and go bottom’s up on the bed, or do I have to strip and carry you?”

Xander paused, studying the urgency of desire in Spike’s eyes.

“So there’s nothing wrong between us?”

Spike smiled and brushed Xander’s hair off his forehead. “Nothing, Xander. I just had to let some things… come together before your surprise was ready. Now, shall I carry you?”

Spike arched a brow in a look Xander knew well. To save his clothes and because he wasn’t in the mood to be carried this particular night, Xander took off down the hall, unbuttoning as he went.  Spike chased behind him.

Xander threw himself on the bed and turned, expecting to see Spike naked as well, but his lover still had his pants on.

“Well? I’m way ahead of you,” Xander teased, excited about having Spike inside him.

“On all fours, pet. Facing away.”

“Feeling dominant tonight?” Xander willingly thrust his ass in the air and wiggled it.

Spike sneered as he rubbed slick on his cock, staying out of Xander’s sight. “My turn, innit? Now close your eyes, relax, and enjoy.”

Xander savored Spike’s touches as he stroked and readied him with cool hands.

“Ready for something new?”

“Um, will it hurt?”

“Not at all, pet.”

“Okay. But I still like a hundred and fifty years old better than new.”

“Damn right you do.” Spike lined up his cock and very slowly pushed in.

Xander sighed as the familiar tip breached him. Then there was something new. It was like a wide, bumpy ring around Spike’s cock.

“Did you find some kind of fancy condom, Spike? Ribbed for my pleasure?”

“Something like that. Let me in, love.” 

The ring was maybe half an inch wider than Spike’s cock. Xander felt it as it pressed into him.

“Wow,” Xander breathed.

Spike pushed more and a smoother, smaller band slipped in. Xander moaned.

Four more times smaller band slipped in. “You like that, love?”

“Gods, Spike. I want stock in that condom company.”

“Hold on, you’re at the top of the tracks and the ride’s ready to start.”

Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Spike fucked his lover. Xander lost himself in the sensation of the ridges as they bumped in and out of his hole. The bumpy, hard ring at the tip nudged his prostate.

“Christ, Spike!”

“Gonna come, love.”

“Go ahead,” Xander gasped.

“Wasn’t a request, was a warning.” Spike pulled Xander as close as possible and emptied his neglected balls into Xander.

Xander grasped his own cock and came with just a few strokes. His weak legs wouldn’t hold him up and he collapsed onto his face.

Spike chuckled and lay down beside him.

“Worth waiting for?” Spike asked when Xander caught his breath.

“Yeah.” Xander limply rolled over. “What the hell was that?”

Spike grinned and tongued his teeth. “It was me, love. Well, with a bit of embellishment.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“This.” Spike got up on his knees and let Xander see his semi-hard cock.

“Wha--?” Xander started to reach out a hand but hesitated.

“Go ahead. It’s all healed.”

Xander examined Spike’s transformed cock. Just behind the head and under the foreskin was what appeared to be a ring of  beads under the skin. Beyond that were five gold rings that seemed to be woven in and out of Spike’s cock, encircling it. Glints of gold were interspersed with pale flesh.

“Spike… that’s…”

“Beautiful, innit?”

“It is, but it’s a bit early for Christmas.”

Spike cocked his head, trying to puzzle Xander’s leap. “Yeah. Can’t I give you a prezzie for no reason?”

“Yes! Prezzies good! Just, look! On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me five golden rings!”

Spike chuckled. “So I’m your true love, am I?”

This was an old game, Xander shrugged, then frowned. “Didn’t it hurt?” He traced a ring around Spike’s cock, making it harden further.

“I’ve had worse.”

“Why did you do it?” Xander asked, looking into Spike’s eyes. “Did you think you weren’t making me happy?”

“I can tell how happy you are. It’s just that I saw how you reacted to the site we found on the net last week.”

Xander blushed. In surfing the net he had inadvertently found a site with pictures of extreme body modification. There were graphic images of cocks, asses and balls with metal attached in, through, and around them. Pictures of bloody flesh were mixed with shots of healed skin and metal blended with an almost cyborg effect. It horrified yet fascinated him at the same time.

Spike had glanced at it and shrugged, saying there was nothing new in the world, just new technology.

“I left you to your pictures, but I noticed how hard you came that night and that you looked for more. I thought you’d like it.”

“Oh, I do, Spike. Just...”

“What, pet?”

“Is it like this forever? Cause… I like plain old Spike cock, too.”

Spike grinned. “Won’t scar. Take these out and it’ll be like it was. Can even add something more shiny some time if you wish.”

“Will that mean I’ll have to do without again?”

“Tell you what, next time, I’ll let you pick the pretties and give you blow jobs as I heal.”

Xander pulled him into a kiss. “I love you, Spike. Go wash up. I can’t wait to feel what it’s like in my mouth.”

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