A to Z

Chapter 1. A is for Abrasion.


The Game Master logged on to his group to find responses from all his members, all saying yes, some of them had said they were apprehensive but that they would give it a try. He sent a quick message reiterating the use of safewords. Then he got down to business. He wrote out all the names on pieces of paper and dropped them into a bowl that he had put a charm on. There was a moment of contemplation that sent the sound of a ticking clock echoing through the room. Then two pieces of paper were spat out.

“An interesting pairing.” He mused aloud and opened a new message form.

//Dear all, the results are in. A is for Abrasion and our pairing shall be Demon Dancer and the Blond Barb. There are 24 hours in which to complete your assignment. If you require assistance in closing the distance between you, my pet will be only too happy to help.

The Game Master.//

He sat back in his chair and smirked openly. There was an almost musical tinkling sound from behind him and he turned to smile at his pet’s appearance.

“It’s begun my pet. You will soon have to pay a trip to California and New York.”

A grin split the handsome young man’s face and he crossed to kneel at his Master’s feet. “Can I see them now, Master? Please?”

The tall thin man crossed one leg over the other and chuckled darkly, his boy had been asking for weeks to be allowed to see what the members looked like. It had been powerful to not let him even though he knew that the boy could just go see for himself if he chose to disobey. The key point, though, was that he chose not to. He nodded and eased to his feet.

He signalled for his pet to follow and didn’t wait to see that he did. His boy was nothing if not obedient. He led him into the spare bedroom, pushing open the door and crossing the thickly carpeted floor. He reached up and took the dustsheet off the full-length mirror.

Leaning forward he whispered the first name into the wood frame, “Blond Barb”

They watched as the image changed from one of reflection to a picture of a pale man, he looked to be about 5’10 and had bleached blond hair gelled back severely. He had high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed totally in black from his t-shirt to his jeans, he was also wearing a long black leather duster. His pale pink lips turned up into a smirk.

“His name is Spike, or… William the Bloody.” The Game Master told his pet.

The young man had stepped closer to the mirror, his hand held up as if to touch but stopping a few inches from the surface.

“That’s a brutal name? I thought they were all heros?” The brunette looked perplexed but didn’t take his eyes off the moving image.

There was a snort, “He likes to think of himself as the ‘big bad’ still, but he hasn’t been that since he went and got himself a soul. He’s a vampire pet, a vampire with a soul. Not the only one either.”

That caught the youth’s attention and greenish brown eyes turned full attention towards the taller man. “A vampire with a soul?”

“He fell in love with one of the Slayer’s… sidekicks.” There was a sneer but its corresponding emotion was a mystery. “He took himself off to win his soul and then came back to win the love of the boy.”

His sappy submissive grinned stupidly, “That’s… so… romantic.”

The snort that comment received was totally derisive. “Quite.” The dark tones were laced with sarcasm.

The Game Master leaned towards the mirror again and spoke softly to the wooden frame. “Demon Dancer.”

There was a flare of purple across the enchanted surface and then a figure came into view. A sharp intake of breath from the youngster was the only sound in the room for a few seconds.

“He’s stunning.” Again, he reached out a hand to touch, this time finding it harder to resist.

“Remy Le Beau… Cajun charmer and Xman.” The Brit’s slender hand wrapped around his boy’s hand and pulled it back. “Don’t touch, pet.”

“His eyes…” The Game Master watched his captivated slave, transfixed by the auburn haired young man in the mirror. His red on black eyes flaring brightly with passion, he was tall and slender but muscular. His strength was evident under his tight crimson shirt and tight fitting blue jeans. His aristocratic features made him almost too pretty for a male.

“Yes, I know.” His Master snapped his fingers and broke the spell holding his pet in place.

The image disintegrated. “I can see why you picked them to join.” The youth was feeling sheepish about how easily he’d been attracted to the two. He reminded himself that the man in front of him was everything he needed and wanted. It didn’t hurt to look though.

There was a dark look in his Master’s eyes and a knowing smirk on his face. “Yes, well. There’s plenty of time for drooling over their… attributes, boy.”

******

Remy stole into the library again, two days in a row; if anyone saw him they would get suspicious. He was nervous about what he would find when he logged on; he knew that, from now on, there would be a chance that he had been picked. There was a new message and with a flip of his stomach he clicked it open. ‘Abrasion’, he shuddered… then he saw his username and his heart skipped a beat.

“Merde.”

He was paired with Blond Barb, they’d never spoken and for a while he’d thought that he was actually a she, but it turned out that Barb wasn’t short for Barbara. He’d witnessed the man’s sharp tongued wit as he’d messaged with others. Another shiver ran down his spine. The man was a dom, where as he was a switch therefore it was logical to assume he would be the sub in the pairing.

He navigated the site to look at the other man’s profile before he hit reply.

//Game Master, I can’t wait. It would seem that BB is across the country from me, are you able to help with transport? I assume that I will be taking the sub role and therefore I should most likely go to him, no?

Demon. //

His finger hovered a moment over the send button, he took a deep breath and clicked. Running his hand through his shoulder length hair he sighed.

“Mon dieu, Remy better go shower.” He went through his routine and shut the computer down before heading up to his room to shower and change.

******

Spike stared at the screen. He knew what he’d opted to get into, but he didn’t think for a second that his name would be in the first pairing. He looked around Peaches office, thoughtfully.

“Bloody hell. How the hell am I gonna do this?”

He read the Demon Dancer’s reply, he had no idea where the other man lived; if he was the other side of the country then he must be east coast. The bleach blond smirked at the comment that he assumed he should be the one to travel. He suspected that he would like this man. He hoped he was delicious as he always sounded in his posts.

//Yes, come to me Demon, the Game Master can find me, I’m sure. He’s clever like that. Look forward to meeting you, BB//

He closed the browser down, not caring about leaving a trail to the site, it wasn’t like he cared what anyone else thought, especially his grand sire. Standing and stalking towards the door in one smooth movement, Spike pushed his hands in his pockets and headed for his apartment, via a few stores.

******

The Game Master grinned as he read the replies on his group. It wasn’t an expression that was usually associated with him and it was somewhat scary to see. He looked to his boy, and the youth had to suppress a shudder.

“Go and get dressed, pet. I’m not having you orbing about naked. Leave the collar on though.” The grin returned to the usual sneer and it was strange that his slave found that a comfort.

The brunette headed for the bedroom with a goofy smile on his face as he pondered the state of his reactions. He dressed quickly in a blue t-shirt and jeans, pulling on a pair of sneakers he orbed through to where he’d left his Master.

Dark eyes skimmed over his appearance somewhat disapprovingly, the man always disliked clothes on his boy, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped. He tugged on the loose t-shirt and the youth leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips.

“New York, pet… collect Remy and take him to Spike. Then come back here.” He didn’t need to threaten him with what would happen if he messed up, he knew that his boy knew the consequences of doing something wrong.

There was a smile on the brunette’s handsome face as he disappeared in a glittery mist.

The advantage of his parentage, took him straight to Remy, arriving just as the sexy Cajun stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

“Mon dieu. Who de hell are y’?” Remy looked for something to charge as a weapon, looking the intruder square in the eye.

The intruder, though, was simply stood red-faced and open-mouthed. He coughed and made a quiet squeak. “My Master sent me to take you to LA.”

The gaping mouth shifted into an almost dirty smirk as his eyes skimmed the muscular, semi-naked man.

“Already?” Remy flushed under the attention, suspicion crept into his voice. “How d’y’ get in here?”

“Magic.” There was a playful grin on the young man’s face and he rocked back and forth on his heels. “You best get dressed, he’ll be annoyed if I’m gone too long. Or I could take you as you are?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“Merde. De subs jus’ get pushier an’ pushier.” Remy muttered, as he gathered his clothes off his bed and disappeared into the bathroom to change.

The Cajun had opted for a fitted black silk shirt and black leather pants. He stepped out of the bathroom and the same dazed look as before was back on the young man’s face.

“Y’ never tol’ me y’ name, petit?” Remy could only imagine who a cute boy like this would be long to.

“I don’t think I’m allowed, sorry.” He was trying hard not to stare, he really was. “Ready to go?”

“Oui.” Remy looked curious and uncertain, he had no idea how they were going to get to LA.

“Just hold my hand.” The young man offered brightly and held his hand out to Remy.

An uncertain Gambit, slipped his hand into the waiting one and felt the strangest all over tingling sensation. He closed his eyes instinctively. When he felt ground beneath his feet again he opened his eyes and found they were in the living room of a small but nicely furnished apartment.

“Merde.” Remy gasped, his head still spinning slightly. “Dat was odd.”

The young man simply grinned and looked around the room. He called out, “Hello?”

A bleach blond man appeared in the doorway a crossbow in his hands. He took one look at the white collar and realisation hit. “Bloody hell, might wanna give a bloke some warning.”

“Spike – Remy, Remy – Spike.” The youth introduced with a smug grin and disappeared in the glittering mist, with that melodic tinkling sound in his wake.

The other two men stared at the spot where he’d been stood.

“Merde”

“Bloody hell.”

They both stated together.

They looked from the empty spot to each other. “Well, this takes anonymous sex to new extremes.” Spike quipped.

Remy couldn’t help but chuckle. “Li’l bit awkward, non?”

The bleach blond vampire tilted his head to the side, “Not French, but with a French accent? Where you from, pet?”

“From N’awlins, me.” He gave him a disarming smile.

Spike studied him a moment longer then nodded to himself as if coming to a decision. He took a step closer, a predatory smile sliding across his face. He breathed deeply. “Human.” There was a flicker of confusion. “Those pretty eyes of yours are a touch misleading, pet.”

“Oui, let y’ in on de secret, Remy ain’ really a demon, mais… he does dance like one… real wicked.” He winked.

Spike moved faster than the naked eye and was leaning in to Remy’s ear, he whispered, “Let you in on a little secret myself, pet. I *am* a demon.”

The Cajun’s adams apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “Is dat so?”

“Mmhmm.” Blunt human teeth nipped at the thief’s ear teasingly.

Remy sucked in a breath at the teasing nibble. “W…what kind?” His voice hitched slightly with the stirring of arousal.

The blond took a step back and looked into those unique, burning eyes. He tilted his head, evaluating. “Vampire.” There was a brief moment where he saw the flicker of fear in those beautiful orbs, and he was quick to add, “Got a soul.”

“A soul?” Remy knew all about the realities of vampires, growing up in New Orleans, he’d never heard of one with a soul though. His brow furrowed, thoughtfully.

“That’s right, pet. Make a good safeword, don’t you think?” His scarred eyebrow lifted as a smile tugged at his lips.

“Oui, dat suit me, ‘Soul’ it is.” The thief gave his most disarming smile.

“Good.” Piercing blue eyes slid over the black silk and leather. The vampire was pleased with the pairing, very pleased. The guy in front of him was incredibly sexy. “Strip.”

Of all the ways there were to describe Remy, Shy was not one of them. The smile didn’t even falter and his eyes remained fixed on his lover for the day, one by one, slender thief hands slowly unbuttoned his silk shirt, until it hung open. He slid his hands over his taut skin on route to slip it off his shoulders; the soft material slid easily down his arms and off to pool on the ground.

Spike watched appreciatively, it was obvious that the young man put a lot of time and effort into maintaining his body. He could hardly wait to start using the selection of toys that he’d been able to pick up on the way home. He felt smug and somewhat inspired, his biggest fear had been that he wouldn’t find the person he was paired with attractive… he needn’t have worried.

Remy shimmied as his hands slid over his slightly tanned torso to unbutton the leather pants. Delicate fingers slid down his zipper and slowly he pushed the leather pants down, bending over as they went. He was naked underneath and already getting hard with anticipation. As the Cajun straightened up, his long half hard cock came into sight and Spike unconsciously licked his lips.

A smirk tugged the blond’s lips and he ran a hand lightly up the naked torso and caressed a smooth cheek. Spike leaned in and pressed his pale lips softly against Remy’s. They blossomed open under his kiss and offered entrance to the vampires exploring tongue. It was gentle in its probing, not missing a centimetre of the Cajun’s hot mouth. A pale hand slid round to grip silky auburn locks, wrapping them around his fist. Remy gave a small moan of pleasure, his cock hardening more at the contact and the fact he was naked and the other man still clothed.

Spike broke the kiss gently and smiled wolfishly. “Got lots of treats planned for you, pet. Bedroom.” He didn’t let go of the hair he held and led his plaything towards the door that he’d come through at the unexpected arrival of his visitors.

The tug on Remy’s hair was highly arousing and it was quickly helping him move into the role of the submissive. He had thought the transition would be bumpy as it had been a while, but it seemed that wasn’t going to be a problem… either that or Spike had anticipated it. He couldn’t quite stop the smile at that thought. The man knew what he was doing and this would be quite the ride.

He was pulled over to a comfortable looking double bed. Unable to straighten up, he couldn’t fully take in the surroundings, and for once he didn’t really care. He crawled up onto the bed as the pull took him in that direction, then the hold on his hair was gone.

“On your back, pet.” The quiet and simple command came.

Remy moved to comply, stretching out and causing his muscles to shift tantalisingly under his skin. He noticed the restraints and his eyes sought out his play partner. There was a questioning look in those blue eyes. The Cajun nodded his consent to him, if it came down to it he could always charge the chains. The action was rewarded by a bright smile as the blond bounced on his toes then sprung forward and began cuffing the sexy young man, spread eagle, to the bed.

Spike knew that Remy was watching his every movement, every buckle that fastened. They weren’t particularly sophisticated cuffs and he was sure they would be easy to get out of; he suspected that the man laid out in front of him was stronger than he looked. They were symbolic though, a reminder of who was in control. He was tempted to blindfold him too, but he thought those eyes were the most incredible he’d ever seen and he didn’t want them hidden.

The vampire walked over to the dresser on the other side of the room and looked at the assembled toys. He rubbed his hands trying to decide where to start, he hadn’t had time to really plan ahead. He picked up the unexpected find, the cordless hair remover and exfoliator it was like a sander in some ways, only he suspected it would be a lot less brutal, the pad on it was like fine grade sand paper.

Spike moved back to the bed and he could see that he was still being watched, there was a confused look on the young man’s face, but he just grinned wickedly. Remy jumped visibly when the device was turned on and a soft buzzing noise filled the silence, but he didn’t protest at all. He lay still and tried to relax. Spike started at the left ankle and worked his way up slowly, alternating between legs.

Remy squirmed slightly, he couldn’t help it, it was almost ticklish, not at all what he’d expected. The blond flicked a switch on it and went over his inner thighs more thoroughly, it was an odd sensation that went beyond ticklish and leaned more towards tingly, rough. He moved from one thigh to the other then back. The Cajun swallowed hard, his cock was rock hard now, he knew without looking.

His eyes were closed and he was letting himself get lost in the sensation. The device moved and glided over his abdomen a few times before continuing up his chest. Remy bit on his lip as it skimmed over one of his nipples, he couldn’t contain the cry though and he arched off the bed, not sure if he was trying to escape the sensation or get more of it.

There was a dark chuckle from the vampire, “like that do you, pet?”

“O…oui.” Remy gasped out.

The exfoliator moved to the other nipple and elicited the same reaction. Spike made a couple of passes over the now hard little nubs, and Remy was crying out freely with the sensation. He went from one to the other and hovered over it, allowing the oscillating motion do all the hard work. Remy writhed and squirmed, crying out incoherently. Spike grew tired of that toy quickly and moved to replace it with the others.

Picking up a hard bristled toothbrush he returned to the bed. The blond paused a moment, with his index finger he collected the clear fluid that was leaking slightly from the Cajun’s cock slit, making sure that his captive was watching, he brought it up and licked it slowly off, with a moan of appreciation.

“Nice, pet. Tasty.” He smirked wickedly and climbed between the spread legs.

With one hand he held Remy’s cock steady with the other he started to move the toothbrush bristles up and down the length of the shaft. Gently at first, but with increasing pressure, he moved so that he covered the whole shaft evenly from all sides. Before long, there was real pressure behind the scrubbing action and curses were falling from Remy’s mouth almost continuously. Spike was listening carefully but never heard the safeword, so he carried on happily, there was a long way to go yet. The toothbrush moved down to treat the Cajun’s balls to the same experience, moving in circles this time as the bristles were used more stiffly to abrade the skin.

He leaned over the stretched out body and circled the nipples firmly with the toothbrush, working over already sensitised flesh again. He concentrated on the nubs a moment before going back to circling them, spreading slowly and firmly outwards. Remy was arching and muttering, Spike assumed that was a good thing by the blissed out look of pleasure on his face.

The vampire was amused and pleased at the responsiveness of the thief. He slipped off the bed and left Remy muttering curses. Spike went to the dresser, picked up the packet of extra strong mints and slipped one into his mouth. He picked up a tube of menthol muscle rub and squeezed a tiny blob on his finger. Making sure not to disturb that, with his free hand he picked up the pair of leather gloves.

Returning to the bed the blond set the gloves aside and leaned over once again, this time he used his index finger to slowly dab the menthol rub onto one nipple and then the other before working it in properly. Remy looked confused for a few moments as Spike looked into his eyes. Then those red irises flared a little brighter and his mouth formed an ‘oh’ as he guessed that delicious burn had started; white heat prickling the already sensitive nipples.

“Merde… mon dieu.” His head tossed from side to side. “What y’ do t’ me? Dats… oh dat hurts s’ good.”

To emphasise the words, Remy’s cock pulsed and throbbed, oozing more clear juice. Spike smirked triumphantly as he pulled the leather gloves on. Ironically, they were vampire gloves; hundreds of prickly tacks sticking out of the palms, depending on how they were used they could tickle or torture. The blond vampire still had some of the mint left in his mouth as he leaned forward and ran his tongue teasingly up along the length of the hard pulsing shaft.

The gloved hands moved to lightly caress the strongly muscled thighs, tiny pinpricks scratching at the skin. Remy shifted and moaned. The burn on his nipples and the scratching at his thighs sending him crazy, he thrust his hips up.

“Want me to suck that pretty cock of yours, pet?” Spike offered sneakily.

“Oui… si’l vous plait… suck me… please?” The Cajun’s breath was coming ragged and harsh, as he gasped for air.

The vampire was only too happy to oblige, as he took the hard flesh into his mouth and suckled on it, counting in his head until the realisation hit, like it had with the nipples. Gloved hands continued to glide over thighs and abdomen, up over well-defined pecs and already tormented nipples. The touch altered between a light caress and a heavy grazing that left thin red welts in its wake.

The Cajun’s body was on fire, his mind rapidly turning to mush. Everywhere the hands travelled left a blazing trail of sensation, his nipples burned and his cock was being sweetly sucked. Then, his eyes widened again.

“FUCK.” Remy roared. His body stiffening as the cold burn spread along his cock. He gasped for the air that burned his lungs.

Spike would have grinned if he didn’t have his mouth full at that moment. Instead, his eyes twinkled with wickedness. His hands moved to run up and down the insides of Remy’s thighs, grazing over delicate skin, and then he started to rhythmically tap out a pattern that only he could hear in his head. The strength of the drumming varied between light and hard.

He sensed that the boy was so close and he reached both hands up and simultaneously dragged them down the length of his torso hard, scratching the skin, raising bright red welts that were verging on breaking the skin. Oh how he wanted to make this devilish beauty bleed so he could lick it up, but he resisted the urge.

Remy shuddered, his hips snapped up and he cried out loudly as he shot his load into that incredibly talented mouth. His whole body one big nerve that was on fire. He collapsed spent back onto the bed.

Spike removed all contact and looked at the auburn haired man as he fought to regain his breath.


******

“Wow, Master… that was…wow. You made a perfect choice in that pairing.” The young slave blushed, his cock was hard and leaking steadily from the show they’d just watched in the mirror.

“It wasn’t me that picked them. Though I agree, it was…inspired.” He steepled his fingers, as he looked at the boy knelt by his feet. “One can only hope they will all be as… satisfying.” He smirked down at the erection.

“Think we should give them a while before I go back for Remy?” He looked at the image in the mirror of the two men on the bed.

The Game Master followed his pets gaze. “Yes, I think that might be wise.”

******

The blond vampire leaned over and kissed those tempting lips, thoroughly plundering his mouth.

“I’m not finished with you yet.” Spike grinned.

“Merde.” Remy whimpered.


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Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they are the property of Marvel, Jk Rowling, the makers of CSI and the god that is Joss Whedon. I promise to give them back in one piece.