Summary: Xander gets captured by someone
Date: May 11, 2000
Xander gasped as he was roughly spun towards the wall, his hands
instinctively flying out to halt his momentum into the faded wood
paneling. His feet were kicked apart and the teenager felt a large,
strong body press against his back.
"Where are they?" The voice was low, and soft, but packed with
enough menace to make the boy shudder.
"I'm not telling you anything." Xander winced as the soldier's
hands tightened around his biceps with almost bruising force.
"We'll see." Warm breath danced against the boy s cheek.
this is only going to be as difficult as you make it. Give me the
location of the traitor, and this is all over."
"Fuck off." Xander hissed at the suggestion.
Graham chuckled slightly, and the teen trembled at the malevolent
noise. "Good. I was *so* hoping you'd opt for the hard way."
Xander found himself spun again. This time his back hit the wall,
and before he could protest his lips were captured in a punishing kiss.
Graham's tongue swept into the boy's mouth, dominating the warm, wet
Xander trembled as demanding hands harshly groped his body. He
whimpered, helpless against both the assault, and the arousal it was
producing. Suddenly his mouth was released, and stunned brown eyes met
Graham pressed his erection against the younger man's hip. "Last
chance for a polite resolution. Give up your friends and you'll still
be able to sit tomorrow." He recognized the defiance emanating
younger man's eyes, and smirked. "You know, it's gonna be fun
Xander swallowed hard at the image that produced, but he remained
quiet, unwilling to surrender his friends.
Graham glanced over Xander's body. "Take off your clothes."
gave the older man a defiant look and blue eyes narrowed
dangerously. " Either you take them off, or I cut them off. Of
course, my hand's been
kind of shaky lately. . . I'd hate to accidentally skin you while I'm
Not thrilled with the alternative, Xander gritted his teeth and began
to strip. His cheeks flamed under the older man's intense gaze,
however, not all of Xander's blood headed for his face.
Graham nodded appreciatively as the teen's semi hard cock was
bared. "Not bad." He brushed his hand down Xander's exposed
voice somewhat deepened with his next words. "Get on the bed.
Xander did as he was told, his eyes unconsciously lowering in
submission. Behind him, over the thunder of his heartbeat, the boy
heard clothes being shed. There was a tiny click, then he felt the
mattress sag, as another body joined him on the bed.
Xander willed himself to relax as a finger, slick with something,
pressed it's way into his body. Not entirely unpleasant sensations
traveled through the teen as the digit began to explore and stretch the
tight passage. Xander moaned as the one finger was joined by another,
both loosening the muscle, probing within his body, manipulating the
boy's most hidden region.
Without realizing it Xander started moving, fucking himself on the
soldier's hand. Sweet tendrils of pleasure worked their way through his
young body, radiating from the delicious friction inside his ass.
Suddenly the back of his thigh was sharply smacked and the teen had to
bite his lip to keep from crying out.
Xander obeyed, though not without some difficulty. He trembled from
the stress of not following his body's basic want. The lack of movement
was excruciating. Xander opened his mouth, but before he could deliver
a plea for relief, Graham removed his fingers. The teen tensed, as he
heard the unmistakable sound of foil tearing. It was only a matter of
moments before. . .
Xander let out a small whimper as the older man's erection pushed it?s
way into his body. Graham began to move inside the boy, his strokes
long and forceful. There was nothing gentle, or sweet about this
invasion. The teen was ridden hard, his entire being caught in the
momentum of the driving cock.
The soldier had long since given up any pretense of an interrogation,
and now the only things escaping from his mouth were an occasional
unintelligible grunt of pleasure. The body beneath him was so hot, the
channel he was plunging into so tight, that any and all cognitive
thoughts were swiftly banished. The wanton mewls escaping from Xander's
mouth fueled his already formidable desire, and any training dropped by
the wayside as Graham Miller transformed into a creature of pure carnal
Springs squeaked in protest as the bodies on the bed moved faster.
Sweat sheened muscles quivered and strained, but their complaints were
lost in the absolute haze of unrestrained lust that enfolded the men.
Just as Xander was about to beg for some kind of contact to his
throbbing erection, a hand reached around his hip and firmly stroked
the rigid flesh.
The teen threw back his head and let out an almost tortured cry as
an orgasm ripped through his body. The intense sensation actually
brought tears to his eyes, and made his inner muscles clench
The pulsing pressures were too much for Graham. He let his head
drop to Xander's back as he came, his low moan of satisfaction muffled
by the boy's skin. For a glorious moment they stayed that way - joined
together indelibly - until their bodies could no longer take the strain
of their position.
Graham delicately pulled out of the younger man who immediately
collapsed onto the mattress. A moment later Xander sighed happily as he
was gathered into strong arms and moved to lay against a firm chest.
The teen collected his strength, and pulled away only far enough to
give his bedmate an inquisitive look. "Well?"
A large smile blossomed over Graham's face as he tightened his hold on
the younger man. "You were right. Role playing is fun."
Xander grinned and shared a gentle kiss with his lover. "Told