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Fox shifted position on the rumpled bed, crossing his legs in front of
himself nervously.
"You said any fantasy I wanted," Alex purred, batting his long lashes at Fox.
He stood with one hip cocked like a fashion model, his tight black briefs
accentuating his slim hips and long legs. He licked his bottom lip so it would
shine ever so slightly in the candlelight and arranged it into an irresistible
pout.
"I know, but..." Fox hesitated.
Alex abandoned his catwalk pose and folded his arms mulishly. "But what?" he
asked impatiently. "We did yours last night. Do you know how hard it is to
get chocolate body paint off black leather?"
Fox looked down, his long, elegant fingers drumming nervously on his thigh.
"I'm scared," he admitted softly. "I don't want to hurt you."
Alex laughed, then caught the genuinely worried look on Fox's face. He
leaned over, cupping Fox's face with his hand, and brought their lips together.
Alex kissed him slowly, deliberately, let him taste, let him linger. "You won't
hurt me," Alex said, looking into Fox's eyes. "I trust you."
Fox smiled a little, nervously changing position again, this time sitting
with his legs dangling over the side of the bed. "Okay," he said tentatively.
"Tell me what to do."
Alex stared at him. "You mean you've never...?"
Fox coughed a little, his face turning bright red. "I...ah...no. No, I've
never done that."
Alex laughed again. This was the same man who'd hung from the headboard two
nights before, his knuckles white, gasping and groaning with pleasure as Alex,
a lit candle in one hand and a bottle of ice cold champagne in the other,
left a tantalizing trail of hot and cold down Fox's chest and belly, heading for
points south.
"Well, you know basically how it works, don't you? Weren't you ever-" Alex
broke off as Fox looked quickly away. Alex bit his tongue, glad he'd stopped
himself before he blurted out something really stupid. Fox had spoken once or
twice of his father's approach to discipline. The formality of the summons
to Bill Mulder's study, the doubling over of the belt...Alex sat down beside
Fox and pulled him close, burying his face in Fox's soft brown hair. He held
him close for a moment, chasing away any bad memories that might intrude on
their intimate, secret game. "It's just a little spanking, Fox," Alex murmured.
"I've been fantasizing about it forever. What it would be like to be over
your lap, my bare ass helpless under your hand, my skin tingling, turning
pink..." Alex nuzzled Fox's neck, licking and kissing as he spoke. Fox groaned,
aroused by the feel of him, the smell of him, Alex's nimble hand stealing down
the front of Fox's briefs, fingers teasing him, stroking him.
"Oh...God..." Fox gasped. "Alex..."
"Please," Alex whispered, gliding his tongue along Fox's jawline, pausing to
nip gently at his earlobe. "Please...I've been such a bad boy, Fox. I need
it. I need you to spank me."
"Oh God, Alex," Fox moaned into Alex's ear. "Yes, anything you want..."
"Great!" Alex said enthusiastically, letting the elastic waistband of Fox's
briefs snap back against his flat stomach and hopping up off the bed.
"Ow!" Fox groused, rubbing his stomach. "That stung." He winced, not at
that but at the aching in his cock, which now strained against the thin fabric.
"Well, now's your chance to punish me," Alex teased, waggling his hips a
little, his fingers toying playfully with his briefs, tugging one side down to
expose a strip of smooth, untanned skin. "Spank me, Foxy."
"Don't call me Foxy," Fox said absently, staring at Alex's hands as they
slyly tugged his briefs a little lower, giving Fox a glimpse of soft dark hair.
"Make me stop, Foxy," Alex taunted, turning around and seductively pushing
his ass out, shaking it a little. Fox's eyes were riveted on it with the awe
usually reserved for alien DNA or crop circles. He shook his head, a wry smile
playing about his lips. God had a sense of humor, all right. Like putting a
Ferrari Testarossa in the hands of a teenaged drag racer, He had gifted Alex,
surely one of the most sexual human beings ever to exist, with a gorgeous,
heartbreakingly perfect, utterly squeezable bubble butt. It was a work of art,
all right, Fox thought as Alex lowered his briefs and stepped out of them,
turning to Fox, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes down.
He waited there, head bowed like a penitent schoolboy.
And waited.
Finally, he raised his head. Fox sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him,
his eyes hazy with lust.
Alex cleared his throat.
"What? Oh..." Fox stammered, clearing his throat. "Sorry. What do you want
me to do?"
"Come on, Fox," Alex said, rolling his eyes. "You're going to spank me,
right? It's a roleplaying thing. Come on, get into it."
"Okay," Fox said, clearing his throat again. "Um...what should I say?"
Alex sighed, exasperated. "Tell me to get over your knee," he suggested.
"Get over my knee," Fox repeated, pointing at his lap for emphasis.
Alex looked up at him. "You sound like you're asking me to pass the salt,"
he whined. "Come on. You're in charge here. I'm in trouble. I'm about to be
punished. Go with it."
Fox looked at him, affecting a stern look. "Alex!" he boomed. "Get over my
knee right now!"
Alex's breath quickened. Fox heard it, saw the way a pink flush of arousal
began to tint Alex's bare skin, the way his nipples stood out hard from his
chest. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips,his cock stood straight up,
hard against his belly. Fox grinned at the glorious sight before him. He was
getting it right and Alex was responding, his whole body quivering at the sound
of Fox's voice.
This was going to be fun.
Alex darted a glance at Fox and then dropped his eyes again. He smiled coyly
but made no move to obey.
"I said get over my knee," Fox snapped. "Don't make it harder on yourself,
young man."
Alex took a step forward and hesitated, his hands cupping his vulnerable
backside protectively. He bit his lip and looked up at Fox through lowered
lashes.
"Please don't spank me," he murmured, all remorseful innocence. "I promise
I'll be good, Fox."
"Alex," Fox said sternly, "you've been very naughty and you're going to be
spanked. Get over my knee right now and take your punishment."
Alex pouted, his eyes filling with what looked like real tears. How the hell
does he do that, Fox wondered for a moment. Alex stepped over to the bed and
stood beside Fox, trying not to smile and spoil the effect. His heart was
pounding in his chest. Fox was really getting into the spirit of things and
Alex's cock was sitting up and begging for more.
Slowly, Alex crawled across Fox's lap, taking his time, arranging himself
seductively, his bare bottom thrust up to be admired. Alex rested his head on
his crossed arms and sighed as Fox's hand settled on his ass and began to rub.
It was soothing and hypnotic, and Alex was soon fairly purring with pleasure.
But Fox could rub more later. Right now it was time to get down to business.
"Okay," Alex said over his shoulder. "Spank me."
"Okay," Fox repeated, staring down at Alex's unblemished butt. He raised his
hand timidly and then put it back down. "Um.."
Alex wriggled a bit, poking his ass out a little more, making sure Fox's eyes
were on the target. "Well, come on," he prompted. "Spank me."
Fox just stared at Alex's pale cheeks, his long fingers stroking one absently.
Alex craned over his shoulder again. "Fox," he said, impatiently. "Smack
my ass. Hard."
Fox swallowed hard and looked at Alex, his hazel eyes full of doubt.
"I don't...uh..." he said helplessly. "I'm not sure how to..."
"For Pete's sake, Fox," Alex said, resting on his elbows. "I'm naked. I'm
over your knee. You're supposed to be spanking my ass, not staring at it."
Fox took a deep breath and raised his hand, letting it drop onto Alex's left
cheek with a pallid thwap. Alex blinked and looked up at him.
"What was that?" he asked waspishly. "Come on, Fox. I said SPANK me, not
tickle me."
Fox frowned and raised his hand again. He brought it down harder, making a
satisfying sound and leaving a faint pink handprint on Alex's ass.
"Mmm, yes, better," Alex said, closing his eyes. "Harder, Fox. Don't worry
about hurting me. You won't. Just spank me," he panted. "Spank me hard.
Give me what I've needed for as long as you've known me. Give me what I've got
coming for being such a bad, bad boy."
Fox felt his own cock stir beneath Alex's weight, felt his own heart
beginning to race. He looked down at Alex, so naked, so open, so trusting. His eyes
traced the long gentle curve of Alex's bare back, lingering on that bountiful
ass, spread on his lap like an offering, ready for it, wanting it so badly...
Fox raised his hand again, bringing it down with authority. It landed on
Alex's right cheek, the sound crisp and purposeful, making Alex gasp and cry out.
"Yes," Alex moaned, his hands fisting in the sheets. "That's it, Fox. Spank
me hard."
"You got it," Fox said, raising his hand again. He began to spank Alex
briskly, alternating first one cheek and then the other, peppering the soft, pliant
flesh with hard, precise smacks. Fox watched, fascinated, as Alex's ass
turned deep pink, slowly graduating to red, the flesh seeming to spring up to meet
his hand as he delivered one firm slap after another.
Alex gasped and bucked, trying to stay still, the heat from his spanked ass
seeming to radiate straight to his hard, straining cock.
Fox shifted Alex slightly on his lap, raising Alex's bare ass a little higher
so he could get to the sensitive skin at the tops of his thighs. His hand
cracked down and Alex howled, his hips thrusting despite his efforts to keep
them still. Don't let me come too soon, Alex thought desperately, panting
through his open mouth. "Mmmmmmmmnnnnnnnn, God..." he babbled, all self-control
abandoned, thrusting his ass up to meet the blows, his eyes closing as he soared
on an endorphin high. "Talk to me. Tell...tell me I'm a bad boy...talk to
me, Fox."
Fox slapped Alex's right cheek twice, then his left, beginning to change his
rhythm, keep Alex guessing. He saw the way Alex's muscles clenched and
unclenched, rippling under his skin, the way the dark hair at the nape of his neck
was damp with sweat, sticking to his skin. Fox smiled, feeling the way Alex
moved with him, the way every touch of Fox's hand seemed to send a jolt of
electricity through him.
Alex moaned and rocked, his breathing ragged, the maddening, hot
pleasure/pain of the spanking driving him mad with ecstasy. Fox stroked Alex's naked back
with his other hand, keeping up the brisk rhythm with the other, and leaned
over.
"Do you know why you're getting a spanking?" he asked, his mouth close to
Alex's ear.
"Oh...I...God..." Alex gasped, his eyes squeezed shut. "I-"
"Because you're a bad boy," Fox said, spanking harder, bringing Alex close,
so close. "A very naughty boy who needs to be punished."
"Yes," Alex panted, gripping the sheets, pulling them loose from the
mattress. "Yes, yes..."
"Bad," Fox continued, smacking each cheek sharply. "A very naughty,
disobedient, willful little boy who needs a good hard spanking."
"Yes," Alex cried. "Yes...oh God...need it...need it..."
"And this," Fox said sternly, slapping Alex's bottom hard to puncuate every
word, "is what...bad...little...boys...get!"
Alex let out a breathless scream of pleasure. "Fox," he gasped. "So close,
I'm so close-"
With one deft motion, Fox flipped Alex over, throwing him back onto the bed.
Alex sucked in his breath as his flaming cheeks rubbed against the cotton
sheets, then, as Fox dove down and took Alex's diamond-hard cock in his mouth,
Alex lost his mind entirely. He thrashed and screamed, his hips thrusting as
Fox deep-throated him. Finally, Alex came explosively, filling Fox's mouth with
hot come, until they both slumped, exhausted and sweat-soaked, in a boneless
heap.
"Oh, God, Fox," Alex managed, still panting, his hand stroking Fox's hair.
"That was fucking amazing."
"Yeah," Fox agreed, his head pillowed on Alex's chest. He slid a hand under
Alex's butt, feeling the hot skin against his hand. Alex hissed and raised
his hips up off the bed, thwapping Fox's head as he did.
"Ow," Fox complained, rubbing his head. He looked up at Alex, a mischievous
grin on his face. "Hey, I'm pretty good, huh? Bet you won't sit down for a
week, Ratboy."
Alex rolled his eyes and tweaked Fox's nipple. "You were all right," he said
playfully. "Once you got going. Ow," he said, reaching back and touching
his scorched butt. "You really let me have it."
"It's what you wanted," Fox said, resting his head back down on Alex's chest.
"Yeah," Alex said, lazily twirling a strand of Fox's hair around his finger,
watching the ceiling fan turning above them. "It was."
The (sore) End
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Title: Spank Me Author: Lorelei Pairing: M/K...my first one! Rating: a spankalicious NC-17 Spoilers: none Disclaimer: Alex belongs to 1013 but his ass belongs to me Warnings: If you made it past the title... Status: New/Snippet Archive: RatB, FHSA, Basement, WWOMB, everyone else please ask Feedback: Hit me! Lorelei633@aol.com Thanks: to all my friends in the fandom Summary: fun with the Rat and the Fox Dedication: for MaryAnn. We miss you. Author's Note: I've been wanting to try my hand at M/K for a long time now and after just finishing a long, angsty Sk/K, I was itching to write a spanking. It was fun! |
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