UNDERFOOT: ANDREW
by ainm
Notes

I love the way he walks, Andrew mused as he followed Spike from the living room in what he felt was a surreptitious manner.

Not surreptitious enough, since in his musing he didn't catch Spike's vampire-fast change in direction and Spike slammed right into him with a shout.

"Sorry," Andrew said quickly. Avoiding the usually embarrassing truth was so ingrained in him that his brain started scrambling for a story with which to explain a split second before Spike started yelling at him.

"What is it with you, boy? Every time I turn around, there you are! Why are you following me like a puppy?"

"No, no," he said, knowing he ought to object to the puppy bit and trying to buy a little time. His brain raced through a variety of options and tossed out an explanation with little conscious decision: "I'm... I've got a mission."

Spike was obviously not buying it at this stage. "A mission," he said with great skepticism. Andrew's brain continued churning up detail out of thin air.

"Yeah, an important mission. For, um, Xander. Yeah." As the words came out of his mouth, Andrew could almost hear Xander in his head, asking him to check things out. Xander was always so stable compared to the rest of them. He wanted to make Xander happy.

"He wants me to, um, perform an analysis of our current capabilities status. Yeah." If Andrew did a good job on this, maybe Xander would find some time to watch one of his new DS9 DVDs with him...

"So you're assessing my capabilities, is that right?" Spike questioned with a near-laugh.

"Yes. I determined that I needed to perform a visual inspection." He needed to be thorough for Xander.

Andrew stepped back as Spike stepped toward him, but couldn't retreat far as he ran into the wall by the basement door. There had been some subtle shift in Spike's mood, but Andrew couldn't pinpoint it yet. He was afraid to meet Spike's eyes and see what expression was there.

Andrew started to lose track of what they were talking about when Spike leaned nearer.

"So..." Spike said, no longer sounding as if Andrew was something completely contemptuous. Andrew couldn't resist the sensual tone and his eyes fixed on Spike's.

As Andrew stared, transfixed, into those ice-blue eyes, Spike continued, "What do you think of my... capabilities?" Oh god, he is so hot... and he's looking at me...

It was hard to think with Spike in his personal space, looking at him with something other than exasperation. With all the people that lived in this house, it might seem strange that no one ever really looked at him, but it was nothing new for Andrew - it was Spike looking at him and actually seeing him now that was strange.

It was as if Spike's attention slowed down the usual chaos in Andrew's mind. "I've always admired your capabilities, Spike," he said truthfully. "And you seem to be in, um, top form," he added, knowing he was in over his head but not understanding just how.

He's coming closer! repeated in Andrew's head as the vampire moved nearer the entranced boy.

In a soft growl, Spike told him, "Yeah, I could tell you thought so," and Andrew's breathing sped up further as he stared into those eyes. "Like my arse, do you?"

There were no words left in Andrew's mind, just a sort panicky internal whine as the realization that Spike knew his secret tried to hit him. Breathing even faster now, a few "um"s came out with the breaths but that was it.

"Oh come on now. You don't think I bought your 'Xander sent me on a mission' story, do you?" Spike coaxed softly. Xander? Mission? Oh, yeah... But he doesn't sound mad... why isn't he yelling at me? They always get mad...

"But -" I can't think like this! I can't do this with him so close - oh god, he's getting closer! Andrew thought as Spike's hand came past his head to rest on the wall beside him. A stray thought popped into his head: if Spike weren't a vampire, he would be feeling his body heat by now, he was that close. People just didn't get that close to Andrew, unless they were beating him up, or tying him up...

"We both know you've had your eye on me since you got here, don't we?" Spike asked the panicked boy, somehow delivering shocking words in a soothing tone.

An image of Spike on top of Anya at the Magic Box flashed through Andrew's mind, and he had to look away from Spike. Between Spike standing so close and the remembered sight of the vampire having sex on the table, he was starting to get hard, and he was losing what little control he had over what he said. "Before then," he said in a near whisper.

In a voice still gentle, Spiked questioned, "Ah... a long-time Spike fan, are you? Been wanting to get your hands on me for a while, have you?"

While there might have been a tiny part of Andrew's mind that retained an instinct of self-preservation, most of him was held in thrall to the vampire. "Yes..." he said softly.

In a flash Spike had trapped Andrew in the space between his arms as his other hand crashed into the wall on the other side of Andrew's head. "Well you can just wipe that idea from your dim and deluded mind, you ponce!" he snarled in sudden menace.

Andrew hadn't quite caught up with the change from gentle to combative, and just stared at Spike as he scowled and continued.

"No more of this constantly-underfoot, pathetic-puppy-dog nonsense! I have enough to deal with right now without finding you always there with the longing looks. Just forget about it, do you hear me?"

A sudden slap of a hand on the wall by his head kick-started Andrew's brain and it began racing once more, but couldn't find a thing to say despite the activity.

Spike continued to stare at him, neither of them speaking, but then quickly withdrew his hands and backed off. "Finally found a way to shut you up. Hmm," he said quietly, stepping past Andrew and heading into the basement.

Whoa...thought Andrew, slipping down the wall bonelessly with the removal of the stress agent. He just sat there hugging his legs, chin on his knees, letting his body process the adrenaline rush that Spike had caused.

Head finally clear, he tried to think about what had just happened. He felt like he had some kind of mental whiplash from the way Spike had played him. Played me like the master he obviously is...

Andrew was a born follower. He knew that about himself, and accepted it. No, he more than accepted it, he embraced it and gave himself up to it. He had what sometimes went beyond a healthy respect for those with power.

But it was clear that regular dweeb Andrew was not good enough to be a follower of Spike. Spike was too strong to deal with someone as weak as Andrew as he was. Looking with his own unique viewpoint at what Spike had told him, Andrew decided that what Spike was complaining about was not Andrew himself, but Andrew's actions.

He was going to have to set baseline Andrew aside and find a better, stronger Andrew for Spike. Even a follower of Spike would have to be strong and in control to be worthy of someone like Spike. Condident, calm, and in control.

I can do calm and in control, if it will prove to Spike that I am worthy. I need to grab his attention and show him that I can be good for him, Andrew decided.

Vampires, hmm... blood and sex... eew, had enough of blood thanks. But sex? Oh yeah, I can do sex...

Andrew pulled up his sexual experience for review. OK, not broad - Warren and Jonathan - but deep, oh yeah. He smiled to himself as he thought of the fun times they had had when they were together and evil. And now it was just him... Don't go there. We're after Spike.

With a fond sigh of remembrance, he put the memories of Jonathan back in their mental drawer. He and Jonathan had come together more as equals, both underlings of Warren and lost after his death. That was not the sort of experience he needed to draw on to catch a master vampire.

But Warren... now Warren was a different story altogether. There was no escaping the fact that Warren was the leader, and Warren had trained him well to be of service in all sorts of ways...

Yes, those were the memories he needed to bring to mind if he were going to make this work. He settled in to relive a few of them, to get into the spirit of things.

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Andrew was taking deep breaths and reiterating his mantra in his head as he started down the basement stairs. I am calm, I am in control. I can do this.

"Bloody hell, I thought I'd put a stop to your skulking about!" Andrew heard Spike's frustration from the stairs and as he descended further he saw Spike take out some of that frustration on the heavy bag Buffy had hanging in the basement. I am calm. I am in control.

With as much confidence as he could put into his voice he said, "I'm not skulking."

As Spike whirled toward him, Andrew's heart gave a little leap. He continued to walk toward the vampire, his affirmations of confidence ringing in his head. I am calm. I am in control.

"What do you mean?" Spike asked with evident suspicion, and Andrew realized that he was already succeeding in changing the dynamic of their earlier exchange. I am calm. I am in control. I can do this. Spike wants me to be calm and in control.

"You said you didn't want me underfoot," he explained calmly to the wary Spike. "You said you didn't want longing looks. You said you didn't want a puppy dog." I am calm. I am in control. Spike will want me if I am calm and in control. He reached Spike and stood looking at him with the belief in that calm control plainly on his face.

"You didn't say you didn't want me." Here we go, Andrew thought in the instant before he unbuckled Spike's belt and divested the vampire of his jeans.

I will make this good for him... if he doesn't kill me first... Andrew stole a glance at Spike's face from his new position on his knees, decided the dumbstruck look meant he was safe, and swallowed Spike's cock.

"What the bloody..." Andrew barely heard the cut-off exclamation as his senses were filled with Spike. I've wanted this for so long, I can't believe I'm finally here... he thought, then squashed the last feeling down again. I am calm, I am in control. No doubts - of course I can do this, make this good for him. For us.

Marshalling all the pieces of himself and setting them with vigor to the task of making this an unforgettable experience for Spike, Andrew started a suction on Spike's cock. His hands moved back to Spike's firm ass and started massaging the flesh as he worked.

Andrew lost himself in the sensations of having his hands and mouth on Spike's beautiful body. His chaotic thoughts were at rest again as he kneaded the cool flesh with his hands and laved it with his tongue.

So he was ill-prepared when Spike said, "Wait, wait," and disinclined to obey. His only response was to snarl wordlessly around Spike's cock. I can do this. I am in control, took up the voice in his head again.

Andrew heard Spike groan, and it sounded like a "do that again" groan and not a "don't come near me again, loser" sort of groan, so he instinctively calmed. "I'm not going to stop you, git, I just want to move this over to my cot," Spike explained, and that sounded like a good plan that he was willing to support. I will make this good for him.

He let go the suction on Spike's cock and let him move as best he could to the cot. He is just so beautiful, Andrew thought as he watched Spike's ass and legs flex as he walked in front of him. When Spike had settled onto the bed, he wasted no time sliding up into position to get back to the business at hand.

Before touching Spike again, however, he took a moment to just look at the delicious feast spread before him. Spike's cock was long and pale, not overly wide but it looked just perfect to Andrew.

As he watched it, he could see it growing even harder, and when it suddenly bobbed toward Spike's belly Andrew could wait no longer and he quickly captured it in his mouth once more.

He wanted to be everywhere at once. I can make this good for him. For us. Without releasing Spike's cock, he slid his hands over Spike's thighs, feeling the firm muscles there before moving upward to fondle the vampire's sac. With his fingertips he lightly caressed the ridges, while with his mouth he sucked and licked and just plain enjoyed Spike's cock. He was careful not to continue any one sensation too long, lest the fun be over too quickly.

After having learned Spike with his hands, Andrew moved in with his mouth, drawing his tongue teasingly across Spike's balls. While most of his attention was focused on keeping as much of Spike happy as he could at one time, a small part was gauging the vampire's reaction by listening to the moans and harsh breathing.

He wasn't really sure why a vampire would be breathing heavily, but he took it to be as good a sign for Spike as it was for humans. "So you've - done this - before - apparently," Spike gasped out through that rather labored breathing.

The question caused a quick flash of panic, immediately subdued. "Sure," he said, his confidence returned. But no one like you, Spike, he thought joyously. He caressed Spike's cock happily.

"Had lots of men then?" Spike panted.

Images of Warren and Jonathan zipped through Andrew's head and were gone. They were hardly impressive to someone like Spike. I am calm. I am in control. I am making this good for him. "Dozens. Hundreds actually." I am in control. I am an experienced lover and worthy of a master vampire. "I'm evil, you know. Just like you."

"Right. But be good now and get back to work," said Spike with a slight shove of Andrew's head back to his cock.

Andrew felt a rush of pleasure at Spike's dominance and his obvious enjoyment of Andrew's efforts. He slid his mouth all the way down Spike's cock and held there for just a moment, with a sense of pride at the sensation of Spike's curls tickling his nose.

Then he drew back up to the head and took a breath, and felt Spike's hand in his hair, pushing him down around his cock once more. Andrew was feeling euphoric as Spike continued to use his hold on Andrew's hair to direct him up and down his cock. Spike used enough pressure to make Andrew really feel it, but not enough to hurt.

But there were more explorations to make before this opportunity passed, so eventually Andrew brought his head up a little harder and Spike loosed his hold. Andrew turned his attention to the crown of Spike's cock, circling and teasing it with his tongue and reveling in the sound of Spike's groan.

Andrew was concentrating firmly, his training at Warren's hands enabling him to roll Spike's balls with the fingers of one hand, stroke Spike's shaft, still lubricated from Andrew's oral attentions, with the other hand, and still maintain suction on the head with his mouth. He let go of Spike's sac only to dip below to his perineum.

It was tricky work, but Andrew took a great deal of pleasure in it. Spike's body was unlike anything he had experienced before, and it made Andrew feel good to touch it and make it feel good in return. And the idea that he was being allowed to do so made him feel almost powerful - "this is Spike !" was an ever-present awareness in the back of his mind.

His own cock was painfully hard in his briefs, but he discounted that as of no consequence at present. He was here for Spike, to show Spike that he was worthy of his time and attention. If Spike chose to touch him, that would be a bonus, but he did not expect it, and didn't dwell on the feelings in his own body.

Andrew could tell from the increased tension in Spike's body that he wasn't going to be able to last much longer, and he wanted to make sure that he went out big. Taking his hand from Spike's shaft, he slid his mouth all the way down to the root, and slid a slick fingertip into Spike's opening at the same time.

And was unsurprised when Spike let loose, though the sensation of Spike's come being cooler than Andrew's throat was rather unexpectedly interesting.

Andrew couldn't remember ever feeling so victorious, and just plain happy. He was reluctant to release Spike's cock, swallowing every bit that he could milk from the vampire and holding onto the moment just one moment more. But Spike finally nudged his head and he knew it was over.

Knowing he had to let Spike go, he slowly drew back up Spike's cock one last time, then held it in his hand and gave it a few final caresses. Sitting back on his heels and licking his lips clean, he watched the vampire who had fallen back against the wall with closed eyes.

He didn't know what to expect from Spike, but he knew what not to expect - Spike opening his eyes, declaring his undying love, and lending a helping hand to the straining bulge in Andrew's pants. Spike was powerful, and that's not how those with power did things. Andrew understood that, and was happy to have had the opportunity to have given Spike pleasure. He'd worry about what came next later. For now he would just wait quietly.

Andrew looked fondly at the vampire as he lay back, obviously relaxed and complete. I did that. I am calm. I am in control. He took a deep breath. I give great head, he thought suddenly, and tried hard not to grin.

Suddenly Spike was off the cot and getting dressed without a glance in Andrew's direction. Danger, Will Robinson! thought Andrew with an internal giggle at the sight of Spike obviously having a bit of a panic attack. But he was able to keep most of it off his face as he watched the vampire buckle his jeans.

"Um," Spike said, then paused and looked lost. "Yeah," he added, then took off up the basement steps at a much quicker pace than appropriate for a master vampire who just finished exercising his rights on the populace.

Once Spike was safely on the other side of the basement door, Andrew let out the smile, and then the laughter. It worked! he thought happily. I finally got Spike! As he unfastened his pants to take care of his own erection, he set to crafting a follow-on plan to get more Spike, smiling all the while.