Title: Did I Just Do That?
Warnings: m/m slash
Word count: 2300 + or –
a sequel to A Different Shade of Blue - http://spuffystuff.org/differentblue.htm , this ficlet picks up where ADSoB left off – Xander has returned to his basement apartment to find a naked Spike waiting for him in his bed...
Did I Just Do That?
“Wha--? Willow said the spell was over! She promised me.”
“It is over. What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Well – no spell, no…no touch-feely vampire-Xan-man stuff. I’m not under a spell any more and neither are you. So, we’ can go back to…”
“I was under a spell, Harris. Not you. You were your usual confused self.”
“Right. No spell for me. I forgot.”
Remembering his body’s involuntary reactions to Spike’s attempts to seduce him, Xander paled and backed up until he was against the door. The vampire’s slow, seductive smile made it clear that he remembered very well how easily the boy had responded to his caresses. He was lying on one side, propped up on an elbow with the sheet just barely covering his hips.
Xander unconsciously licked his lips as his eyes ran over the muscular torso and warm blue eyes gazing at him. Spike moved over slightly and patted the empty space in the bed, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
“Spike…no…I’m not gay. I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but…I don’t…”
“I’m not gay, either, Harris.”
The vampire leaned back against the pillows, crossing his arms behind his head and giving Xander another look at his flat abs and bulging biceps. Xander’s eyes wandered over the body spread out on his bed, noting that the hair in Spike’s armpits was a light brown that matched the trail of soft curly hair just visible leading into the sheet now lying across the vampire’s lower abdomen.
“Then why--?” Xander’s voice was a squeak and he stopped to clear his throat and start over. “Why are you still acting all…all…”
“You’re naked!” Xander blurted what seemed the most important fact at the time. “And you’re in my bed.”
“Oh. Yeah, about that…” Spike looked around as though surprised at where he found himself. “I just figured, what with our newly-found attraction for each other, this was the best place to be.”
“We don’t have a new-found attraction! It was a spell. A spell that made you want me. ‘Demon magnet,” remember? Is that ringing a bell?
“Let me ask you a question, Harris.” Spike sat up and fixed his intense blue eyes on Xander. “All those other demons that have been attracted to you before this--” He paused and grinned when Xander snapped to attention, sputtering, “How…who told…what do you know?” Ignoring his questions, Spike continued. “Were you or were you not attracted to them, too? Isn’t that why the Slayer had to keep saving your arse? Because you couldn’t resist them? Fell right into their little honeypots, didn’t you?”
“They were female demons!” Xander sputtered. “Girls! Women! Not…not…”
“Not vampires of the male persuasion.”
“Funny, I would have wagered a week’s worth of blood that you got hard every time I touched you.” Spike shrugged. “Must have been my imagination, then. Alright,” he sighed and turned his back, lying on his side. His voice drifted back over his shoulder. “My mistake. But I’m not goin’ back in that chair.”
Xander watched, mouth agape, as Spike stopped breathing and became perfectly still.
Okay. Let’s not panic, here. I’m bigger than he is, and he’s chipped. He can’t fight back. I can just throw him out of the bed and tie him back up in his chair.
He was already reaching for the vampire’s bare shoulder when it suddenly occurred to him that in order to get Spike out of his bed and into the chair, it would be necessary to come into very close proximity to his naked body.
Very close proximity. As in – touching his naked body. Okay. Need a new plan. There will be no touching of Spike’s naked body. None. Nope. No naked body touching for the Xan-man!
With a frustrated groan, Xander retreated to the bathroom to brush his teeth and assess his options.
Okay, I can just share the bed. He’s small, he won’t take up much room and he probably sleeps like the dead - poor word choice, but points for accuracy. I’ll just keep my clothes on – most of them, anyway – and it will be fine. As long as he doesn’t touch me, or look at me, or talk to m—Gah!
He exited the bathroom, leaving his jeans and sweatshirt on the floor, and moved cautiously towards the bed, freezing when Spike rolled over onto his back and threw an arm out across the only open space. Retreating quickly, Xander sat down in the yellow chair and glared at the oblivious vampire.
What makes him think this will work? We can’t be that close together and not---maybe he can. Maybe he doesn’t really want me. It was a spell, after all. Maybe he’s just really tired of sleeping in this chair – not that I blame him – it really isn’t very comfortable…
Determined to prove that Spike was just trying to pull his chain, Xander approached the bed again and stood beside it gnawing on his lip. He watched carefully for any sign that Spike was pretending to be asleep, but he was as immobile as Xander would have expected a corpse to be.
“Here we go,” he whispered to himself, sliding onto the mattress and using two fingers to move Spike’s arm back across his body. With a loud sigh, the vampire rolled to his side, once again presenting Xander with a view of his slim, but muscular back. Turning on his own side and facing away from his bedmate, Xander stared off into the dim room and willed himself to go to sleep.
An hour later, he had just relaxed enough to drift off when he felt the faintest breath of air on the back of his neck and a cool, muscular arm draped itself over his back. He waited, frozen in place, but Spike did nothing more than murmur in his sleep as he wriggled into a more comfortable position. A position that put him unsettlingly close to Xander’s very disobedient body.
Said body, ignoring his mental shrieking, proceeded to nudge its way back against the one behind it, not stopping until it was resting comfortably against the compact, muscular torso now pressing against it. Praying that Spike was still asleep, Xander did his best to ignore the way he was enjoying the presence to which his body was visibly reacting.
When Spike’s hand, which was now dangling in front of Xander’s chest, began to move - almost imperceptibly at first - ghosting over his tee-shirt covered pecs and down to tease at the waistband of his boxers, he couldn’t prevent the tremble that went through his body. Eyes squeezed shut, he tried to pretend that he was asleep and unaware of what the vampire was doing, but he knew that his rapid breathing and pounding pulse were giving him away.
With a supreme effort of will that he chose not to think about, Xander put his hand over Spike’s and stopped its barely-felt tour of his body.
“Wha- what are you doing?” he managed to gurgle, clutching the limp hand tightly.
“You seemed kinda tense,” Spike whispered, his breath stirring the hairs at the nape of Xander’s neck. “Thought maybe I could relax you a bit.”
“Not finding that very relaxing,” he gasped. “And I don’t believe you.”
He felt Spike’s chuckle shaking their bodies. “They I guess I was lyin’…” he purred. “But what else would I be doing?”
“Shhhhh…don’t get yourself all worked up, Harris. Jus’ let ol’ Spike relax you so you can get to sleep. Don’t fancy spending the night next to somebody wound so tight he’s vibratin’.”
Spike moved his hand from where it had been skimming Xander’s tee shirt covered torso to his back and began a surprisingly skilled and effective massage of his shoulders. When Spike’s hands remained where they belonged – stroking and kneading the tight muscles in Xander’s shoulders, he felt himself relaxing into the soothing strokes, sighing under his breath at the skillful way Spike was manipulating his shoulders. When the hands moved down his back, continuing their practiced kneading and stroking, Xander began to relax even more, letting himself sink into the mattress and be lulled by the soothing strokes.
He’d almost drifted off to sleep when he felt his cock twitch and realized that the soothing hands were now skimming the backs of his thighs, coming ever closer to his suddenly tightly clenched buttocks. Spike’s finger tips brushed Xander’s balls every time he finished an upward stroke, although he made no attempt to push his way between the tense cheeks.
Xander remained still for as long as he could, knowing that the vampire was well aware that he was awake and more than aware of where Spike’s hands were. When he finally couldn’t stand it any longer, and his cock was stabbing into the mattress, he rolled to his side, away from, but facing Spike’s barely visible face.
“You’re doing it again,” he said, his voice much less forceful than he had intended.
“Doin’ what?” Spike’s hands were now stroking the front of Xander’s thighs, still just brushing the bottom of his balls when they reached the top.
“Trying to seduce me!”
“You think I’m tryin’ to seduce you?” Spike sounded almost offended and his hands halted their teasing momentarily.
“Aren’t you?” Xander was dismayed at the disappointment clearly evident in his voice.
“Nah, pet, I’m not tryin’ to seduce you.” Spike moved a little closer and one hand moved up to cup the back of Xander’s head. “If I was tryin’ to seduce you, I’d be doin’ this….” He brushed his lips across the other man’s mouth, running his tongue across Xander’s lips as he whispered, “and this…” His hand dropped from the boy’s head to trail down his torso until it was gently stirring the dark hair at the base of Xander’s now rock-hard cock. He didn’t touch the engorged shaft until, with a groan of submission, Xander pushed his hips towards the body so close to his.
At that tacit permission to touch, Spike immediately wrapped his long, powerful fingers around Xander’s cock and began a steady rhythmic pulling that soon had the other man moaning and panting as he fell onto his back.
“Gonna let me have my wicked way with you, are you?” Spike murmured, continuing his strokes as he leaned over to lick and bite at Xander’s hardened nipples. He threw one muscular thigh across Xander’s leg, effectively pinning his lower body to the bed. While his hand never stopped, he pressed his own hard cock into Xander’s hip and growled low in his throat.
Xander remained sprawled on the bed, his only participation in what was going on being his initial involuntary thrust in Spike’s direction. He now laid, arms and legs akimbo, while the vampire worked his cock and rubbed against his body. Spike’s low growls and the vibrations that Xander could feel through the lips on his chest combined with the skillful manipulation of his cock to send his hips arching off the bed as he came with a shout of surprise.
While he was still trying to decide if he’d been a willing participant or not, Spike dipped his hand into the warm discharge on Xander’s stomach, then flipped the boy over onto his front. Before Xander could complain, Spike’s fingers were working their way into his ass, using his cum as lubricant and stretching him one finger at a time.
With Spike’s powerful fingers creating new and wonderful sensations within his body, Xander hadn’t even noticed that the vampire was now lying on top of him. Not until the fingers were being replaced by a much larger object did he realize what Spike was doing.
“Wait…no, I can’t…I don’t….”
Spike ignored him completely, pushing his way gently, but relentlessly past the ring of tight muscle, groaning with relief when he was surrounded by warm, pulsing flesh. He waited for a few seconds, giving Xander a chance to get used to him, then began to move his hips in slow, but powerful, motions.
Xander was torn between wanting to object to being forced to accept Spike’s cock in his ass, and reveling in the sensations created by the slender yet powerful body writhing on top of his. As Spike’s movements increased in speed and he felt the vampire shift into game face, Xander began to push back against the thrusting hips, his own whimpers joining Spike’s groans and growls as they built to a simultaneous release.
He felt Spike’s fangs slide into the flesh on his shoulder, but there was no pain or fear as the sensation became one more strange but oh-so-pleasurable new experience. When Spike’s hips had stopped jerking, he slid his fangs out and licked the small holes they’d left in Xander’s well-muscled shoulder. He rolled off the boy’s back, his cock sliding out as he did so, and lay sprawled across the bed staring at the ceiling.
For several long minutes, they remained lying quietly side-by-side. Xander kept his face buried in the mattress, reluctant to face the vampire and what was sure to be a cocky smirk on his face. Instead, Spike gave a little shake, stretched his arms and legs and then, with a “Now we can sleep” rolled over and became perfectly still.
No idea if this is “the end” of a ficlet, or Chapter One of something longer. We’ll see what the muse thinks, I guess…
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