"Argh!" There he was again. It seemed that every time Spike turned around - especially when it was without warning like this - there was the resident Scooby-wannabe.
"Sorry." As usual, the boy seemed flustered by having been caught.
"What is it with you, boy? Every time I turn around, there you are! Why are you following me like a puppy?"
And not just an 'eager to please the master' sort of puppy, Spike thought, looking at the poorly-disguised hunger on the boy's face, but a lovesick puppy. Don't I just have all the luck. Life in this house is bleeding insanity.
"No, no," he answered, though Spike wasn't sure just what he was saying no to. "I'm... um... I've got a mission," Andrew continued.
"A mission." Does he really think we believe more than 10% of what he says? You can see the story being thought up as he speaks.
"Yeah, an important mission. For, um, Xander. Yeah. He wants me to, um, perform an analysis of our current capabilities status. Yeah."
Oh, there he goes - once he has the story you see the change... does he really start believing it, or is he just an incredible actor?
"So you're assessing my capabilities, is that right?" Assessing my arse, more like. Spike tried not to laugh, but couldn't totally contain the humor.
"Yes. I determined that I needed to perform a visual inspection," Andrew explained.
That's the scary bit - I think he does believe it, just like he believes anything we tell him... hmm...
It was true - Andrew seemed even more gullible than the Scoobies even in the early days at their most naïve. It was as if he assumed everything he heard was true until he heard something else to disprove it, regardless of how reasonable it might be... And it occurred to Spike that he could use that to his advantage.
Let's see if he really will believe anything... maybe I can get him off my back and have a little fun at the same time...
Spike stepped toward Andrew and the boy stepped back, not letting the vampire into his personal space. But he was out of room to maneuver, as that one step brought him against the wall. Spike was pleased as he watched the boy's eyes avoiding his.
Leaning closer, Spike put his century of experience into his voice. "So..." he said seductively, willing Andrew to look at him, and succeeding.
"What do you think of my... capabilities?" he continued, hoping that the innuendo was clear enough for the incredibly literal-minded Andrew to understand that he wasn't referring to his fighting skills.
Message received, thought Spike as the poster-child for geekdom gulped audibly and fought an obvious battle for an answer.
"I've always admired your capabilities, Spike. And you seem to be in, um, top form," Andrew managed to reply.
Hook, line, and sinker, Spike thought with satisfaction. Now to reel him in.
Moving even closer to the rather pathetically desperate boy, Spike gave up on innuendo. "Yeah, I could tell you thought so," Spike growled into Andrew's stare, trying hard not to laugh at the fact that the boy was looking like the fish of Spike's metaphor, eyes and mouth open. "Like my arse, do you?" Subtly had passed.
Now it was a real challenge not to laugh or break out of his self-imposed role as he watched Andrew's surprised squirming.
"Oh come on now. You don't think I bought your 'Xander sent me on a mission' story, do you?" Spike asked, keeping the incredulity from his tone.
"But -" Andrew hadn't managed more than single syllables for some time, Spike noted. Things were progressing nicely. In a movement that only looked casual, Spike laid his hand on the wall by Andrew's head.
"We both know you've had your eye on me since you got here, don't we?" he questioned quietly. Don't want to scare him toomuch. Yet.
Spike had been looking intently into Andrew's eyes, but the boy apparently couldn't keep up the connection any longer, and looked away. But he surprised Spike by very softly admitting, "Before then."
Interesting... "Ah... a long-time Spike fan, are you? Been wanting to get your hands on me for a while, have you?" Just a little farther...
"Yes..." he admitted, almost too low for non-vampiric hearing.
Now! Spike thought, and shifted instantly from seductive to threatening as he brought his other hand past the startled boy's head and into the wall with a thud.
"Well you can just wipe that idea from your dim and deluded mind, you ponce! 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 suddenly realized that his tone was getting just a tinge of a whine to it, and to cover it, he slapped the wall solidly next to Andrew's head to add a bit more threat to things.
Is he even listening to me? Has he wandered off into some vaguely-related Star Trekmoment or something? Have I made the point at all? Spike tried to read his success on the boy's face, but found only a sort of vague confusion.
It'll have to do, he thought, pulling out of Andrew's personal space. "Finally found a way to shut you up. Hmm," Spike grumbled as he moved by the stock-still boy and headed into the basement.
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Spike was trying very hard not to think of any geeks or potentials, Scoobies or Slayers, clearing his mind and calming his body through a round with the heavy bag. But of course it couldn't last. He heard someone coming down the stairs and could tell it was the boy.
"Bloody hell, I thought I'd put a stop to your skulking about!" Guess my little experiment didn't work out. Punch.He's too damned oblivious - punch -should have used a bloody bat to the head. Punch.
"I'm not skulking," said Andrew from the stairs, sounding not very much like his usual simpering self.
Startled and not a little suspicious, Spike spun to face the approaching boy. "What do you mean?"
Somehow geek-boy was the one doing the pursuing now, striding comfortably toward Spike, who had no intention of backing away as Andrew had earlier but who was mentally edging toward worry.
"You said you didn't want me underfoot. You said you didn't want longing looks," he said with unusual clarity and purpose as he closed in on the vampire. "You said you didn't want a puppy dog."
Stopping directly in front of the now distinctly concerned Spike, Andrew just looked at him with an unreadable expression on his face for several moments. "You didn't say you didn't want me."
Before Spike even understood his intent, Andrew had unbuckled him, dropped Spike's jeans, and dropped himself to his knees in front of the dumbstruck vampire. As Spike stared down openmouthed at the boy, Andrew looked up quickly, then opened his own mouth and took in Spike's cock.
"What the bloody..." h e l l ... Spike's brain finished what he couldn't find the air to vocalize as Andrew began to move simultaneously on both his cock and his ass. How had he found himself in this position? His body was telling him that it was a bloody fine position to be in, keep up the good work mate. The rest of him wasn't so sure.
He's an annoying little pansy! He doesn't know what reality he's living in most of the time! What about Buffy? But those thoughts weren't enough to make him stop what was shaping up to be the best blow job he'd had in... well, long enough that it wasn't worth thinking about at the moment.
As Andrew continued his devotions to Spike's cock, the thoughts diminished into random words of objection - "Buffy!" "Geek!" "Crazy!" - and then slid unnoticed into random words of no objection at all, like "yes," and "more," and "good."
The sensation of the boy's warm hands and warmer mouth had Spike's knees starting to feel a bit wobbly. "Wait, wait," he said somewhat shakily. Apparently Andrew had no intention of waiting, making instead a completely unexpected growling sound around Spike's cock.
Spike groaned softly before explaining, "I'm not going to stop you, git, I just want to move this over to my cot." The idea seemed to meet with the demanding Andrew's approval, and he let Spike go.
Trying not to betray his eagerness and to appear nonchalant while not tripping over his own jeans, the vampire moved to the cot and was soon settled with his back against the wall and the boy between his legs. Andrew just held there for a moment, watching Spike's cock intently.
Spike watched Andrew gaze at his erection, and the look of downright adoration on Andrew's face as he looked at Spike's body somehow completed a circuit that sent a jolt of electricity to Spike's cock, jerking it upwards with a movement that had Andrew pouncing on it cat-like.
Spike felt those warm hands sliding over his thighs as the warm mouth slid down his shaft, and wondered again how things had gotten to this point. But it was only a fleeting thought, gone when Andrew began running his fingertips over Spike's balls with a light, teasing touch.
In the course of the past hundred years, Spike had had any number of perfunctory blowjobs, quick and impersonal things that got the job done but nothing more.
What Andrew was doing was anything but perfunctory. Spike was startled to realize that Andrew seemed to actually be having fun, tickling and licking and stroking with hands and mouth with palpable pleasure in what he was doing.
There hadn't been much fun on the Hellmouth for anyone in ages, and for a moment Spike wondered just who was performing the service here - Spike certainly felt pleasured, but he sensed that somehow he was giving something to Andrew as well, even thought he hadn't so much as touched the boy.
Several times he thought it was over, that he couldn't hold back any longer, but at the critical moment Andrew would vary his touch and the immediacy receded. It didn't take Spike long to realize that while Andrew might not ever get anything else right, Spike had discovered the boy's hidden but well-developed talent.
How in hell did he get so good at this? Figured the geek-boy hadn't seen any action at all.
"So you've - done this - before - apparently," Spike managed to get out through the distraction of Andrew's tongue moving lightly over his balls.
Andrew pulled away very slightly. "Sure," he said, as if the answer were perfectly obvious - and it was - before returning to his task.
He wasn't sure why he was still talking, but the strangeness of the encounter had him curious despite himself. "Had lots of men then?" he asked somewhat jerkily through the sensation of Andrew's fingers chasing behind his tongue, moving through an invisible maze on Spike's scrotum.
The question warranted a look from Andrew, though his hands still kept at it. "Dozens," he answered with a straight face. "Hundreds actually. I'm evil, you know. Just like you."
Oh yeah, pet. Don't care who you've killed, you're about as evil as Dawnie's bunny slippers. You've just made gullible into a lifestyle choice. And if you've had anyone other than your best geek mate, or maybe the both of them, I'll blow you. But damn, it's no wonder the lot of you didn't win - you must have spent all your time on your knees.
"Right. But be good now and get back to work," Spike said, shaking off the feeling that he ought to be saying something nicer and pushing Andrew's head toward his cock lightly.
Andrew happily downed Spike's cock once more, sinking all the way to the root. Spike groaned at the feel of Andrew's nose pressed right into his pubic hair. As Andrew drew back up his cock, Spike used his hands to push his head back down again.
The feeling of power that Andrew was giving him on top of the pure physical pleasure was intoxicating. I was wrong, he thought as he threaded his fingers through the boy's spiky hair and tugged firmly.
He really iseager to please his master. But do I really want to be his master? The question went unanswered as the feel of Andrew sliding up and down his cock washed all polysyllabic thoughts from his mind.
But he didn't want to choke the boy in the middle of things, so when Andrew pulled his head back with more force, Spike let him go. But he didn't need to worry that the boy was going anywhere, because Andrew only shifted his attack from Spike's shaft to the head, running teasing circles around and under and making Spike groan again.
How is it that he can seem like such a bumbler everywhere else, but now he can keep each hand and his mouth doing something different? He was rather amazed at the way Andrew was able to start jerking Spike's slick cock with one hand without dislodging his mouth which was still working the head, while using the other hand on Spike's balls with a periodic trip to stroke his perineum. Bloody amazing, he thought.
Spike was luxuriating in the feel of Andrew's hands and mouth on him, giving to him, worshipping him, and he wanted to draw out those feelings as long as possible. But when the sensations of Andrew suddenly swallowing his cock and entering him just a bit with a wet fingertip hit him at the same time, holding back ceased to be an option.
Spike wasn't surprised at this point that Andrew eagerly drank down the cool seed that Spike shot down his throat. The swallowing motions drew out the orgasm almost painfully, and Andrew showed no signs of planning to let go of Spike's over-stimulated cock until Spike gave his head a little push.
The boy took the hint, pulling away slowly with a few last touches to Spike's softened member. The rest of Spike's body was likewise relaxed, and he sank back against the wall with closed eyes.
Spike's brain was silent for several long, delicious moments, and he reveled in the sensation of being at peace in body and in mind.
Then reality set back in. Part of him just wanted to bask in the afterglow a little longer. Part of him was horrified at what had just happened - he had used someone for his own pleasure, knowing that the someone was both rather unstable and no one he cared about. Part of him exalted in what had just happened - finally he was the master, the one in control, and he could easily make the boy his willing slave, just as he had been to Dru... and Angelus...
He knew that he could put names to these competing forces in his head, but while King Lear's "that way madness lies" might be overused, in this case he feared it was literally accurate.
Unable to resolve the situation quickly and unwilling to show the internal debate in front of the boy, he chose the obvious path - flight. His pants were done up before he had consciously made the decision.
He had avoided looking at the boy's face, not sure what he would find - hope? need? disgust? - and not sure what he wanted to see. But he couldn't walk away without any word at all.
"Um," he said, finally looking at Andrew. Well, not quite a word, but it's a start, he thought. Andrew just looked at him with the tiniest of smiles painted on a fairly blank canvas.
OK, not a start - I don't have anywhere to go with this but away. "Yeah," he added, and took off as quickly as he thought he could without ruining his image.
