TITLE: Kinks and 'Cuffs
AUTHOR: PhenDog
AUTHOR E-MAIL: PhenDog@gmail.com
RATING: NC-17 (Kink!Fic, duh!)
SUMMARY: Wesley wakes up in handcuffs, and Giles has a bag full of goodies…
PAIRING: G/Wes
DISCLAIMER: They aren't mine, but Joss? If you serve me with a warrant, I'll be so honored, I'll frame it and hang it on my wall!

WARNINGS: BDSM, Kinkage, Slash

DEDICATION: To [info]headrush100; this is your fic! Hope this is sorta what you envisioned…I took it and ran w/it *LOL.* Also to [info]elizabuffy--you created the kinky side of me that is PhenDog, afterall!

SPECIAL THANKS TO: [info]glimmergirl who kept Wesley's eyes blue, and pointed out my little POV quirks. Thanks for the great beta! (which, I might point out was done in just 54 minutes, according to gmail time stamps ;^) And [info]lawyergirl15 will be pleased to note that while Glim deleted a few commas, she didn't get to put any in. *grin*

A/N: I'm so excited! I finally wrote something that is an ACTUAL pwp. No plot, JUST sex. So yay! The only problem is, I was having a little TOO much fun, so I hope that I didn't include too much…I'm afraid I might have. *sigh* Oh well. What are these Kink!Ficlets for, if not to help me explore my kinks?

Written as part of my Kink!Ficlets…complete list can be found at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/phendog/28364.html

Wesley knew immediately he was trapped; something heavy was on his chest, holding him down. In his dream it was amorphous, and he struggled to comprehend it, but then the dream ended, and, instead of passing gradually into wakefulness, his mind cleared immediately. Heart racing fast, Wesley snapped open his eyes and found himself looking into the smiling face of his lover.

"Morning, Wes," Giles crooned from his position straddling the other's chest, propping himself up with a fist in the pillow on either side of Wesley's head so he could stare directly down at him. "And here I was beginning to think you'd never wake up."

Now that his pulse was starting to return to normal, Wesley moved a hand to swat playfully at the older man and berate him. Or at least he tried to.

"Handcuffs," Giles announced matter-of-factly, his grin rivaling that of the Cheshire cat's. Wesley craned his neck to look, and tugged slightly. The metal cut into his wrists, confirming he was indeed attached to the headboard, high enough to force his hands to remain a few inches in the air.

"It is alright, isn't it?" Giles asked, slipping the smile into a slight frown when Wesley didn't immediately respond. He wasn't quite prepared for the sensation of having the other man laugh beneath him, rumbling against where their skin touched.

"Er, yes. I will admit it was a bit unexpected though."

"It was supposed to be," he purred, as he loomed over Wes, his form highlighted from behind by the morning sun, outlining him exactly as it danced across the room. "It took you so long to wake up though, I was half tempted to start without you." Tilting his hips, he let his erect cock bump down into Wesley's chest, giving his partner ample opportunity to understand exactly what he meant.

Wesley's thoughts suddenly turned playful. "I wish I could help you with that, Rupert, I really do, but as I seem to be handcuffed to the bed at the moment, well…I'm afraid a nice morning blowjob is really out of the question."

"Well, not really. And I had ideas for you, actually, but if you're so eager…" Giles grabbed the headboard above Wesley's head and pulled himself up so that he was on his knees and leaning directly over his lover, "let's just see whether or not you can manage."

Wesley watched as the other man's cock approached him for his attentions until he felt the tip contact his lips and stop, waiting. "Suck me, Wesley."

The head was just barely exposed, peaking out beneath the foreskin, and he had seen the moisture already collecting in the slit like drops of dew. He knew he was expected to open up and take it in, but Wesley didn't right away. Instead, he moved his head slowly from side to side, using his lips to caress the heated flesh, soft and velvety where it touched him. The cock twitched slightly and bumped him in the nose, making him giggle slightly as Giles cursed.

If Giles was going to handcuff him to the bed, the least he could do was retaliate a bit. Wes opened his mouth slightly, breathing hotly, but not moving.

"Bloody hell," Giles growled. "I handcuff you, and you still have to be a damn sodding tease." Even though it was an awkward angle, he pushed down into the other's mouth, and Wesley finally took mercy as he accepted a few centimeters of Giles' length.

Giles was sweet for him, and Wes licked eagerly, using lips and tongue to push back the foreskin, and lave what he could reach, which, even when he lifted his head, wasn't as much as he'd like. Then he realized he could use the handcuffs for leverage, and pull himself up. He did so slowly, until Giles understood and moved with him.

"Good boy." Giles gave Wesley a grateful smile, praising him for a position that was easier for both of them—Wesley half sitting against the headboard, and Giles still kneeling as he straddled him. Wes moaned and took him eagerly, closing his eyes, as he twirled his tongue and tilted his head.

Giles watched as his lover's cheeks hollowed, and he felt the suction drawing him in further. For a moment, he allowed himself to be lost in the sight until he began to feel the need to do more and knew he was soon going to have difficulty preventing himself.

Wesley concentrated solely on the feel of that flesh in his mouth, doing his best to do what he thought would please best. When Wesley felt the soft touch on his cheek, he was momentarily startled and opened his eyes to look up and see what was the matter.

Giles felt his heart catch as he looked down. Wesley looked so beautiful with his lips tight against his cock and dazzling blue eyes gazing up with such a questioning look. "Here," Giles whispered, as pulled free for a moment.

"What?" Wesley asked, voice soft and husky.

Giles reached down and lifted the pillow behind Wesley so that it fully cushioned his lover's head. "I didn't want to make you hit your head, is all."

"That's appreciated," Wesley grinned, understanding suddenly. He tried to reach out to pull Giles back to him, when he realized he couldn't. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long before Giles pushed toward him again, and allowed himself to be claimed by Wesley's ready warmth.

This time Giles allowed himself to give in and thrust slowly into Wes' mouth, arching his back as he did and trying to keep his angle comfortable for both, as he felt himself pushing against the back of the man's throat.

It wasn't a position they'd tried before, but Wesley found himself enjoying the solid feel of being pressed between the headboard and his lover. The only problem was that he wanted so badly to reach out and touch, hands on hips controlling the thrusts, fingers gliding across the smooth skin and entering Giles from behind, but he was denied. He couldn't stop the whimper of frustration that escaped, and inwardly he cursed himself hoping Giles wouldn't misunderstand. Then he felt the hand that reached out and took one of his own. He clasped it hard, fingers between fingers, massaging Giles' hand as each thrust pushed him against the pillow.

Giles found himself panting hard, and the warm coppery tang of blood on his tongue imposing the realization that he'd bit his lip as he felt the throb of pain and arousal. Regretfully, he forced himself to stop and pull away.

"But—" Wesley's complaints were cut off by a finger at his lips.

"No, not yet. I told you I had other plans, and I meant it." A slightly evil gleam came into his eyes. "I want to make you beg for me, Wes."

"I'll beg now, if you like?" Wes offered, licking his lips as his mouth felt decidedly emptier than it should have.

Giles quirked a grin. "You would, too. But I want you to mean it."

"I see." Wesley found himself growing slightly nervous. He knew he'd likely enjoy what it was that Giles intended for him, but nonetheless, he knew the man had a wicked imagination.

Giles moved off him, and Wesley got a good view of his bare arse as he leaned down off the bed. There was the crumpling of a paper bag, and then Giles reappeared shaking a can of spray whipped cream.

"You're looking a little floppy, there, Wes, and really, we can't have that. Besides, I haven't had breakfast yet, so I thought…"

"So you're having pure sugar for breakfast?"

Giles feigned hurt. "Well, fine then. I won't share!" He placed the nozzle against the skin between Wesley's nipples and began to spray a quick line from chest to groin.

The shock seemed to hit him all at once, and Wesley squirmed as he tried to roll away. "Bugger, Rupert!"

"Fresh from the icebox!"

"But, my God! You could have warned me," Wesley accused as the cold white line continued to ache on his skin and he found himself powerless to do anything about it.

"Don't worry. I'll warm you up soon enough. But now that you know, do hold still." With that he continued to spray around Wesley's cock as Wesley did his best to bite his lip and bear it. Before he opened his eyes again, he felt the soft heat of Giles' tongue on his chest licking off the whipped cream and warming him.

"You taste good with toppings, Wes." He grinned when he found the other man looking at him. Then he continued to work his way down, making long swipes with his tongue for Wesley to watch and enjoy. Unfortunately, in the heat of the room, it was melting quickly, and by the time he reached the cock, the whiteness was already starting to drip past Wesley's scrotum and thighs in rivulets as it traveled down to pool on the sheets. He made an effort to suck it off as he cleaned Wesley with his tongue.

The sudden transition from ice cold to the amazing heat of that tongue on his cock made Wesley groan and arch as he felt the blood begin to rush downward and swell what had only been half-hard before. Giles suddenly took him deep and sucked him to fullness as his hand fondled and squeezed the sack that hung heavy just below the man's penis.

When Giles felt the first thrust, he backed off immediately.

"Berk!" Wesley complained, but Giles just reached down again and brought the entire paper bag on the bed with him this time. Then he spoke.

"Watch this, Wesley. It's the last time I'm going to touch you like this until I'm inside you." He reached in a pulled out a bit of leather, showing it momentary to Wes before he slipped it on.

"God. You're going to kill me, aren't you?" Wes asked wide-eyed as he stared at the cockring that was constricted around him. "I mean, I always knew you had a sadistic streak, but you actually want to drive me insane and then kill me."

Giles chuckled, as he slid away. "Maybe. But at least you'll die a happy man. Many would envy you that."

"Lucky me," Wesley muttered, but he found himself growing more and more excited, groaning as the increased blood supply made him feel the ring more intensely, trying to force his entire mind to concentrate on the throb. Unfortunately, that almost made him more aroused…

Ignoring the complaints, Giles lit some candles and let down the shades to block out the morning sun before approaching the bed once more. "Now, then…just to show you have some control here, you get a choice, my love. Will it be the slap or the tickle?"

Wesley couldn't believe how wide the man was grinning, green eyes almost black in the low light, and it almost made him grin in return as he stared at the ridiculous spectacle in front of him. In one hand Giles held an ostrich feather and in the other a ping pong paddle. "Er…the feather looks safer?"

Giles laughed. "Oh, you think so, do you?" Dropping the paddle to the floor, he touched the feather to Wesley's abdomen, just above the bush of curls, and drew it upward along Wesley's sitting frame. When the muscles jumped he grinned. "You might change your mind about that."

Slowly he brushed it back and forth against his partner's chest, twirling it around the tiny hairs. "Describe it for me, Wes."

Wesley took a deep breath. He'd been trying to ignore the burning itch the feather was creating, but now Giles was forcing him to really feel it. "It…it itches. Every hair. Against every hair I can feel it. Little prickles. It's soft, but with pins."

Encircling the nipples with it, Giles grinned. Wesley was doing well. Then he brushed it against Wesley's neck, and the man was lost. The younger man thrashed and giggled uncontrollably, straining hard against the handcuffs as he tried hard to pull himself up and away to no avail. When Giles had to duck to avoid being kicked, he gave up.

"Oh God! God, that was just mean," Wesley hiccupped, still giggling, but grateful for the hands that soothed his neck and stopped the tickling itch with their massaging touch. "Please tell me you don't have too many more tricks in that little bag of yours? Not that I'm not enjoying, but…"

Giles bent and kissed him, as Wesley accepted it gratefully. He whined when the lips moved away from the corner of his mouth and across his jawline. Then he felt the tongue in his ear and he melted, moaning. "Oh, oh, Lord."

"There's something else I've wanted to do, Wesley, for a long time now," Giles whispered, his lips still against the other man's ear. He let his teeth pull on the lobe. "May I?"

"Yes," Wesley panted. "Yes, but, please hurry, Rupert. I need you soon."

"Soon," Giles agreed. "But I want you wearing my mark, first." He moved away, and took one of the candles from the dresser. It was thick and red in its glass holder, and Wesley watched with sudden alarm as Giles held it inches above his chest. As the flame guttered and danced long shadows across his face, Giles dipped his finger into the candle just below the wick, trying not to wince at the heat. Quickly, he touched his finger to Wesley's chest and smeared the wax down. Wesley was relieved to feel only a warm heat, pleasant against his skin. Then his lover repeated the action several times until he finally stopped to look down at his handiwork. "See that, Wesley?"

The red wax spelled out `MINE,' and Wesley nodded eagerly, the words cracking as he breathed.

"Is it true?" Giles asked.

"God, yes, it's true. Always."

"Good. Are you ready to beg for me yet?"

Wesley nodded. "Dear lord, yes. Please, Rupert. I need you. Please."

"Not quite good enough." Giles grabbed Wesley's legs and pulled him down until the man was flat. Then he grabbed the pillow from against the headboard. Lifting his partner's legs, he pushed the pillow beneath Wes to elevate his ass and open him up.

"Oh please," Wesley panted, spreading his thighs needily and hoping that despite his words, this meant Giles was close to giving him the release he found himself aching for so badly. Then he heard a familiar buzzing, and knew exactly what it was.

Placing the tip of the vibrator against Wesley's entrance, Giles asked flatly, "Please what, Wesley?"

Wesley yelped at the sensation, and, cockring or not, felt sure he was about to come as he writhed, tears pricking his eyes. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Rupert!" he yelled so hard it almost emerged as a sob. "Please, Rupert. Just fuck me."

Giles flicked off the vibrator and surged bodily upward, claiming Wesley's mouth. "That's all you had to say, love. All you had to say." He sat back, and in seconds had the last item out of the paper bag, and had covered himself with lubricant from the tube he'd produced. "Ready?" he asked, lifting Wesley's legs over his shoulders and noting his partner was virtually quivering with the need to be filled.

Wesley scrunched up his eyes and nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He almost sighed with relief when Giles didn't bother with further preparation and simply sank into him.

Giles thrust hard and fast, urging himself to the edge quickly, knowing that with the feel of his own arousal, it wouldn't take long. The instant he was close, he reached down and released the cockring with one swift movement. "Come for me, Wes," he commanded.

Wesley didn't need to be told. The instant the pressure was free, he couldn't have stopped it if he wanted to, and he felt his orgasm course through him as he screamed. Countless lights exploded behind his eyes, and he hung onto consciousness by the barest thread, not fully aware as Giles found his own release and rode it out deep inside.

"Lord, I love you, Wes," Giles stated as he leaned over Wes and kissed him back to awareness.

Shaking, Wesley felt the need to hold his lover, and tried to do so, only to find himself stopped. "Handcuffs," he gasped.

"Oh, right. Sorry." Giles hastily reached over to the bedstand and grabbed the key releasing one hand, then the other. "Alright?" he asked worriedly, as he massaged the feeling back into Wes's arms and wrists, noting the angry red welts around the latter. "I wasn't too hard on you?"

Wes groaned slightly as he sat up. He hadn't even realized how much the muscles had cramped until the prickling pain started to sear through them. "No, it was…perfect. It's just…just now I need to figure out how to retaliate."

Giles grinned and looked at the mess he'd created with melted whipped cream, wax, and the proof of Wesley's orgasm. Swiping his hand across Wesley's chest above the wax, he smeared it with the man's semen and licked his fingers clean. "I'd love to see you try." He cocked an eyebrow. "In the shower, perhaps?"

Even though it hurt like hell to move his arm, Wesley grabbed a pillow and hit Giles before he could even duck. "You'd better run."

END: 10/19/04