UNDERFOOT: EXTERNAL
by ainm
Notes

"Argh!" Spike yelled as, having changed direction abruptly on remembering he'd left something in the other room, he ran right into Andrew.

"Sorry," Andrew apologized breathlessly.

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

"No, no," Andrew said quickly, his eyes darting to and from Spike frantically. "I'm... um... I've got a mission," he stated with sudden confidence.

"A mission," said Spike, oozing his trademark scorn.

"Yeah, an important mission. For, um, Xander. Yeah. He wants me to, um, perform an analysis of our current capabilities status. Yeah." Andrew paused to take a breath.

"So you're assessing my capabilities, is that right?" Spike asked, amused.

"Yes. I determined that I needed to perform a visual inspection," Andrew said with evident self-satisfaction.

Spike took a step toward Andrew, and Andrew took a step back, running into the wall next to the basement door.

Spike leaned in toward the boy, who was looking everywhere but directly at him. "So..." he drawled slowly, no longer sounding as if Andrew was something completely contemptuous. Andrew couldn't resist the sensual tone and his eyes fixed on Spike's.

"What do you think of my... capabilities?" Spike asked him suggestively. A hint of a smile, more seductive than snide, was on the vampire's lips.

Swallowing loudly, Andrew struggled to respond. "I've always admired your capabilities, Spike," he said. "And you seem to be in, um, top form," he admitted, somewhat desperately.

Without visible movement, Spike somehow slid even closer to Andrew, not quite touching but close enough that Andrew seemed to be finding it hard to breathe.

"Yeah, I could tell you thought so," Spike growled softly. Andrew's mouth was open and his eyes were wide and unblinking. "Like my arse, do you?"

Andrew couldn't force out more than several "um"s, and seemed on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Oh come on now," Spike cajoled. "You don't think I bought your 'Xander sent me on a mission' story, do you?"

"But -" Andrew protested weakly.

Spike put one hand on the wall alongside Andrew's head. "We both know you've had your eye on me since you got here, don't we?" It was a statement of fact, delivered without malice.

"Before then," Andrew murmured, finally breaking eye contact.

"Ah... a long-time Spike fan, are you? Been wanting to get your hands on me for a while, have you?" Spike pushed, his voice silky smooth.

Andrew's eyes flew back to Spike's. "Yes..." he breathed.

Spike slammed his other hand into the wall, bracketing Andrew's head with his arms, his demeanor changed in an instant. "Well you can just wipe that idea from your dim and deluded mind, you ponce!"

All traces of the seductive and sensual were gone and he was all "Big Bad" as he glared menacingly at Andrew, whose eyes were wide with shock.

"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?"

Spike slapped the wall as if trying to force the words into Andrew's head. From the bewildered look on Andrew's face, it wasn't clear that it was working.

After staring at Andrew for several long moments, Spike suddenly pulled away. "Finally found a way to shut you up. Hmm," Spike muttered. He passed Andrew and went through the door and down the basement stairs.

As if Spike's presence were all that were holding him up, in Spike's absence Andrew slid slowly down the wall. Pulling his knees up to his chin and wrapping his arms around his legs, Andrew sat next to the basement door with his chin on his knees, obviously lost in thought.

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Spike was working off some excess energy with Buffy's heavy bag when Andrew came down the stairs. The vampire's sensitive hearing picked up the sound of his footsteps even over the noise of Spike's punches to the bag.

"Bloody hell, I thought I'd put a stop to your skulking about!" Spike groaned loudly, landing a couple of vicious blows to the bag in punctuation.

"I'm not skulking."

At the sound of Andrew's uncharacteristically firm voice, Spike whirled around to look at him. "What do you mean?" he asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.

"You said you didn't want me underfoot," Andrew replied, walking confidently toward the cautious Spike. "You said you didn't want longing looks. You said you didn't want a puppy dog." He stopped in front of the vampire and looked calmly at him.

"You didn't say you didn't want me." And with that he reached for Spike's belt buckle, and within seconds Andrew had the vampire's jeans around his ankles.

Andrew dropped to his knees, and with one quick look at Spike's face to make sure that he wasn't about to be bitten by the now-chipless vampire, he took Spike's cock deep into his mouth.

"What the bloody..." Whatever Spike had intended to say was lost to a long moan of pleasure as Andrew began to move his head up and down Spike's shaft. Andrew reached around and began kneading Spike's ass rhythmically in time with the motion on his cock.

"Wait, wait," Spike said after the boy had worked him for a minute, but Andrew just growled without taking his mouth from Spike's cock. Groaning at the sensation, Spike explained, "I'm not going to stop you, git, I just want to move this over to my cot."

At that, Andrew relented and released Spike's erection. Walking to the cot as quickly as he could with his pants around his ankles, Spike arranged himself so that his back was propped against the wall, his knees bent with his feet flat on the bed. He spread his legs to allow Andrew access, and Andrew crawled up between them.

Andrew's eyes were glued to Spike's erection, and Spike was watching Andrew watch him. The scrutiny had Spike's cock growing even harder, arching toward his stomach as if it were putting on a show for its admiring audience.

It was if that movement broke Andrew's trance, and he nearly dove on Spike's erection. He ran his hands lightly over Spike's thighs before settling in to play with his balls. He alternated between a firm suction and long licks to Spike's hard, pale cock, always backing off before things reached a critical point and always keeping his hands busy.

"So you've - done this - before - apparently," Spike panted as Andrew's mouth left his cock and he began tracing patterns on his balls with his tongue.

Andrew paused long enough to say "sure" into Spike's sac, then returned to his task, following his tongue with the fingers of one hand while the other made sure that Spike's erection didn't go unattended.

Spike gasped out, "Had lots of men then?"

Andrew pulled back a little and looked up at Spike. "Dozens. Hundreds actually. I'm evil, you know," he confided matter-of-factly. "Just like you."

"Right. But be good now and get back to work," Spike directed, nudging Andrew's head with his hands.

Eagerly Andrew got back to business, taking Spike all the way in, pausing there for a moment and eliciting a groan from the vampire, then sliding up again. Spike pushed Andrew back down when he resurfaced.

Again and again they continued the push and pull, until Andrew pulled up harder and Spike let him go. And he didn't go far, but began circling the head with his tongue, drawing another groan from the vampire.

Andrew let the fingers of one hand continue to play with Spike's balls, occasionally wandering beneath to tease his perineum, and used the other hand to start slowly jerking Spike's now-slippery shaft. He refused to take his lips from the head, however, and nibbled and played as his hands worked.

He seemed to be planning to take up permanent residence in Spike's groin, but then without warning Andrew simultaneously deep-throated him and penetrated him with just the tip of a spit-slick finger, and Spike was lost.

Andrew eagerly drank down everything that Spike had to offer, and showed no signs of planning to come up for air until Spike gave the boy's head another nudge with his hand.

Andrew reluctantly released Spike's cock and drew back after several farewell strokes with his hand. He sat back on his heels and licked his lips as Spike lay back boneless against the wall, his eyes closed.

As soon as the after-tremors of his orgasm settled, Spike got up off the cot and pulled up his jeans without a glance at Andrew, who had moved into a sitting position to watch. Spike buckled his belt, then turned for a quick look at the boy, whose face was surprisingly blank except for a ghost of a smile.

"Um..." Spike began, and stopped. "Yeah," he finished eloquently after a moment's pause, and headed up the basement stairs at a pace that was less than a run, but not by much.

As soon as the basement door closed behind Spike, a huge smile spread across Andrew's face. The smile turned into a giggle as he unfastened his pants and got comfortable.