Cat´s Cradle 1
Spike is prowling around the new apartment, subvocal nearwords muttered under his breath as he explores the new surroundings.
"And again, the freakiness that is Spike, minus the talking. But hey, fancy new digs... if you start scratching the furniture like a real cat I´m going to be upset. Then I´m going to call Angel and make him buy me new stuff, but still. You aren´t actually a cat... right?" Nervous and awkwardly uncomfortable in his new homeHome! Financed by Angel!Xander trailed after Spike, unable to do the sitting, being comfortable thing. Plus, this Spike required watching. Careful watching. "So, you like? It´s... Angel really shelled out, you know? This is a nice place..."
Spike stops. Stares. Inquisitive noise.
"Whatcha got there?" He moved closer without thinking, checked himself, and then shook his head. "Okay, this is very freaky," he says to himself, for the millionth time. "I´m treating you like you´re a... pet dog or cat or something. Which you kinda are." This was weird. Very weird. "Spike? Never thought I´d say this, but I miss you talking, ´cause I have no idea what you´re trying to tell me."
Spike sidles away, and starts to explore the two bedrooms.
Taking a deep breath, Xander let it out slowly. "And why does Xander have to be the caretaker of the Initiative´s fuck–ups?" he asked, following Spike again because, really, that was almost his job now. "Please ignore the digs Angel is helping to fund specifically so I can take care of you..."
In Xander´s bedroom, Spike´s prowling around and looking into things. He sidles out past Xander, and into his own room, looking at the mattress, pillows, blankets and assorted toys. Makes the inquisitive sound again, and plops onto the floor.
Xander followed yet again, watching with amusement as Spike simply stopped and dropped to the floor. "So, you´re tired now?" he hazarded. "Okay, I can deal with that. Moving to a new place isn´t exactly a simple job, even if you´ve got friends with super powers. Do you... want to sleep now? Eat something?" The prospect of having to make Spike´s meals by himself from now until whenever Spike stopped being a braindamagedthinkshe´sacatperson wasn´t thrilling him. Then again, he´d been doing it for the past few weekshe just didn´t have anyone else to beg, now.
Looking up, Spike makes the inquisitive noise. Rolls onto his back and grabs his Nerf ball, throws it at Xander.
Surprised, Xander still managed to catch it. "Okay, playing catch. I can do that." Lobbing it back gently, he moved until he was leaning against the wall.
Spike throws it back; does this several times before "killing" the ball, growling and rolling on the floor with it.
"And it´s a measure of my insanity that I´m finding this cute. Okay, Spike. You kill the ball, I´m going to find a beer to kill in the meantime. It´s been a long day."
Coming into the living room thirty minutes later, Spike wants to see what Xander is drinking. He kneels on the couch, and presses forward, sniffing.
Xander paused midswallow, body still halfturned towards the tvdinner he´d finally decided on, since cooking required energy. Also the knowledge of how to cook, which was limited to boxy things with instructions, for him. "Yes? Can we help you?"
Spike is looking at the beer can. Inquisitive noise, sits back on his heels.
"Beer? You want beer? Oh, hell no."
Another inquisitive noise, and a pleading look
"Did you miss the ´Oh, hell no?´ You may not be able to hurt me, but I am not letting an insane Spike get drunk. No way."
Spike moves back. Whines.
"No. No, and no way. I´ll get you blood, if you want it. No alcohol."
Spike looks pitiful, a ´don´t you love me anymore?´ sort of face.
"And that only works on the girls." The microwave beeped and he debated for a few seconds, glancing between Spike and the microwave. "Aw, hell," he muttered, placing the beer on the counter behind him, praying it stayed there while he grabbed his food and a fork. He didn´t move to sit down, even though he kind of wanted to. The last few weeks had taught him that though Spike´s mind didn´t really work, his speed and reflexes were just fine
Spike sneak, sneak, sneaks... .
Oh, like that was stealthy? "No, Spike! Mine!" Glaring, shoveling food in his mouth, he managed to still put his body between the beer and the vampire. "Bad Spike!"
Spike flinches back, making whining, grumbling noises; crouches on the floor by the door. Sulks.
He didn´t even think about the bizarreness of calling Spike ´bad´ and then having Spike listen to him. And usually sulk or pout. Instead he just finished his foodknowing he was eating way too fast and he´d pay for it laterbefore grabbing his beer back up to safety. "Now, do you want blood? ´Cause if not, there´s a TV with cable attached to it calling to me."
Spike perks up at the word ´blood´. Gets up to stand by the refrigerator.
"Figured you´d want that, eventually." Tossing back the dregs of his beer, Xander heated the blood and put it in the bottle for Spike. The vampire might think he was a cat, but his tongue was still a human´slapping out of a bowl was neither easy nor clean, and using normal cups required more brain–power than Spike apparently had left in him. Sucking, though, was something no vampire forgot.
Spike drinks the blood, goes to the front door, puts his hand on the knob, and makes the inquisitive noise.
Xander tried not to get angry at Spike for wanting something that, really, was perfectly natural. He hadn´t spent the day lugging and arranging furniture or unpacking the few measly boxes of his own things, and the bigger boxes full of things for Spike. He hadn´t worked the day before and wouldn´t be working the next day, either. But since Xander had... "Sorry, Spike," Xander said, feeling actual regret. "Not tonight, okay? Tomorrow. I´ll get Buffy to take you out tomorrow."
Spike makes grumbling noises, obvious look on his face of ´gonna go out anyway´. Rattles the knob, flicks the lock.
"Ha, sorry, Spike, but Angel´s on to you. The door´s witched. You don´t get out unless I, or someone else I designate, let you out." Settling onto the sofa, Xander turned on the television and split his attention between flipping channels and keeping an eye on Spike.
Pace, prowl, growl, sulk, pace some more. Spike stands in front of the television.
Staring around Spike was better than Friends repeats, although Xander knew better than to say that. He just kept flipping until"Whoa. Angel got me porn?"
Spike turns so he´s looking at the television. He is fascinated by the sounds and sights. He´s mostly blocking Xander´s view.
"And I´m stuck with the strange problem of wondering if you should be watching porn." It was an oddly paternal feelingprotect the children!but the sound of a woman moaning was doing lovely things to his tired, fuzzy mind, and after a few seconds of watching Spike watch porn, Xander shrugged and squirmed further back into the sofa. Spike was a grown, well, freaky cat–vampire–hybrid and the past few weeks of caring for Spike with Angel´s help had removed any vestige of shame. "Hey, you want to sit down? You can see the tv better from the sofa..."
Spike crouches, nose pressed to the screen. Seems a little frustrated that he can hear and see, but not touch or smell.
Xander could see Spike getting more and more frustrated, enough that there could be potential tv–throwing, something Angel probably wouldn´t replace. Asking Spike to move wasn´t working, and the only thing left... was something Xander hated to do. "Spike. Come here." It wasn´t just saying the words. It was saying them, with a firmness and commanding authority that was a little scary, since it appeared so effortlessly.
Up off the floor in a flash. Spike stands in front of Xander, legs apart, shoulders back, hands clasped behind back.
The sick ball in his stomach was pretty much now a permanent fixture of Xander´s life, since there was always something that reminded Xander just why Spike was here, and like this. He made certain his voice was soft and friendly. "Sit down on the sofa, next to me. Relax. Please."
Spike sits down, muttering noises under his breath. He´s soon distracted by the porn.
Xander didn´t relax until Spike did, trying hard not to think about what else ordering Spike around did to him. He hoped like hell Spike didn´t pick up on it, either, since vamp–reflexes and Xander´s inability to be subtle were a bad combination. But Spike did finally relaxwithout continuous orders, he reverted back to the animalistic state pretty quicklyand he started paying attention to the screen again: an Asian girl waxed smooth and boyish straddled a larger, Caucasian man.
Spike´s lips part a little, very fascinated by what he´s seeing. He settles into the couch, rubs over the crotch of his pajama pants.
Xander caught the movement and allowed himself to grindefinitely didn´t allow himself to moan the way he wanted to. Since Angel left almost a week ago, Spike had been increasingly more sexual in his behavior, and Xander´s control was starting to wear thin. He had no idea when or why, but with each provocative gesture, Xander wanted Spike just a little bit more. Not that he would. Not because Spike was a guy, either, since he´d long ago gotten over the ´ew, guy´ problem. He just wasn´t going to touch Spike that way. Spreading his legs a little, Xander rubbed the heel of his hand over his own cock, eyes never leaving the screen. As the camera angle changed, focusing on the baby–smooth skin of the girl´s pussy as it slid up and down, he may´ve gasped some. Bit his lip and thought about changing the channel.
Spike makes a rough noise, a rumble. Reaches into his pajama pants, teases at himself. Looks over at Xander, his spread legs. Inquisitive noise, sniffs. Shifts on the couch so he´s kneeling, and presses forward, rumbling.
Shit. Frozen, Xander could feel his mind spinning and swirling, too many thoughts and possible responses leaving him unable to do anything but remember that Spike responds to orders. And was very obviously turned on and... and he wasn´t going to do this. His dreams were just that, dreams, and they were going to stay that way. "Okay," he managed with a wide, pleasejustgowithme grin. "Time to change the channel. How about some blood? I think I saw that Texas Chainsaw Massacre is on."
Spike balances forward on his knuckles. Makes the rumbling noise and presses forward, sniffing just below Xander´s neck. Moves lower.
Humans were stupid. A speeding car coming down the highway, bright lights trained on your tiny, not–protected–by–a–thousand–pounds–of–metal–body and what did you do? Froze. Forget flight or fight. There was just utter terror and the inability to do anything. Xander couldn´t even breathe as Spike leaned close enough to touch andsuddenly on his feet, he danced away from the sofa with a laugh and cheery quip about boundaries and things Spike couldn´t understand anymore. Probably didn´t care about them before, either. "Right, definitely time to change the channel." He turned back in time to see a second, dark haired man move into the frame, easing into the Asian chick´s ass. He moaned before he could catch himself.
Getting up off the couch, Spike moves in quietly behind Xander, arms circling waist, body pressing against Xander´s back. Rumbling noise.
This was bad. This was all kinds of bad. "Let go of me." He kept his voice low and calm, trying not to let either utter terror or the extreme desire to order Spike to do something very different come through. Anya was long gone, took off before Adam made his final move, proving that she´d survived for over a millennium by knowing when the getting was good, and... no. No way. It would be like... molesting a kid. Jacking off with Spike was barely acceptable, but not anything more.
Spike ignores the order. Nuzzles the back of Xander´s neck. Rumbles again, hands inching closer and rubbing over Xander´s crotch.
The feel of Spike´s hand rubbing over the erection pressed hard against the zipper is the final straw. "Stop. Now."
Spike freezes, but doesn´t move away. Rumbling.
"Go sit on the sofa." It´s still an order, but Xander has no idea where he´s going with this. He can´t order Spike not to touch himthe commands don´t really extend to complex things, and they don´t last that long, hence why Angel had the doors magicked instead of just ordering Spike never to go near them or something. The moaning on the tv and the flashes of white and pink and red from the screen are making his head spin. And the rumbling sound Spike was making had lodged in his gut, vibrating in that really nice way. "Oh, god."
Spike moves away slowly, and sits on the couch, staring at Xander
"I´m disgusting," Xander said to the tv. "You´re... you´re helpless and I´m..." The Asian girl was crying out now, reacting to the louder grunts and growls of the men taking her. It was hot. So goddamned hot and Spike was there and so fucking willing. A week straight of dreaming things he shouldn´t dream, and he was going nuts. "I´m disgusting and weak and Spike, you´re going to stay right where you are, you hear me? Stay. Right there." Xander remained standing while the scene faded out and a new one replaced it, watching Spike out of the corner of his eye and trying hard not to want anything.
Growling, frustrated noise. Spike obeys, watching between Xander and the television. Rumbling softly to himself.
"Good, just stay there. And I´ll stay here. And there´ll be no touching." Well, no mutual touching, because the next scene involved the same Asian chick getting spanked and his erection was now painful. He adjusted himself, surreptitiously giving it a rub, and mentally tried to convince his body not to take out his dick and jack off in front of Spike. Even though he´d kind of wanted to do just that, not five minutes before. "Sick, disgusting, and perverted," he muttered to himself.
Spike makes an inquisitive noise, slightly frustrated now. Wanting, but told to stay put. Growls.
He heard the frustrated anguish in Spike´s noises and for one second, one brief second, he let down his guard. "Oopen your pants."
Spike slides his pajama bottoms down. Watches Xander, hand over his cock. Starts to jerk himself off, looking at Xander the whole time.
He knew Spike was watching him. He could tell from the rhythm of Spike´s hands, the sounds they made sliding up and down, totally out of sync with the slaps and cries coming from the screen he refused to look away from. He was stroking himself through his pants now, and he decided that yeah, okay, he could do this. This was why Spike was with him, wasn´t it? Two guys together. They´d have a little guy bondinggyah!and then they´d both come, and hey, Spike might even sleep the whole way through tonight. Yes. Okay. Xander nodded to himself, plan forming in his head: mutual jerking–off to porn, and there would be sleep. In separate rooms. Without Spike´s usual early morning interruption.
Spike strokes himself, lying back on the couch. Soft little groans and whimpers, intent on Xander. Writhes a little on the couch, stroking himself.
Spike was making these noises and for the first time, Xander wasn´t frustrated with the animalistic behavior. The need in those sounds was filling his head, mixing with the sight on the screen, and suddenly he was staring at Spike´s dick, eyes following the quickening strokes of Spike´s hand. "Oh, god," he whispered again.
Spike spreads his legs out, watching Xander; moans, rolling his hips. Wants attention focused on him wants Xander to come closer.
Xander´s hand fell away because watching Spike perform and it was performing, there was enough brain power left in him to recognize that made him so hard he didn´t need to touch himself. "God," he whispered. He wanted to see Spike naked. Not just without his shirt, but naked. "Take off your clothes." And fuck, he´d said that out loud.
Spike removes the pants with a wiggle, and kicks them off onto the floor. Lies on his side, and looks at Xander, something like a smile on his face. Makes the inquisitive noise.
Xander sat down on the floor, hard. Spike was fucking beautiful, stretched out on the sofa like that, and what was he doing again? Oh, yeah, he was going to let Spike get off so he´d sleep. Right. That didn´t explain why Xander´s pants were down around his knees. "Lighter. Touch... lighter."
Spike rumbles, but doesn´t move. Hand is around his cock, but he´s not moving it. Gestures with his free hand; come closer.
"No. Don´t stop." He wasn´t supposed to use that voice, now. He wasn´t really supposed to unless Spike was in danger of hurting himself or in danger of Xander losing his sanity. Except how could he not when Spike was teasing him, trying to get things his way. Something primal he didn´t really understand growled inside of him; Xander was the one in control, not. Spike. "I said don´t stop, Spike!"
Spike rumbles, starts to stroke himself.
"Pplay with your..." he wasn´t, but he was, but he wasn´t, but, "balls. Now."
Spike is completely confused, because to him, a ´ball´ is his Nerf ball. Catlike ´you´re insane´ look from Spike to Xander.
"These." He stroked a feather light finger over his own sac, biting back the gasp as the pressure shot up along his spine. "Play with these."
Spike slides down off the couch toward Xander, crawling closer, reaches up, and touches the softness, cupping Xander´s testicles in his hand. Rumbling noise.
Fuck! He hadn´t...he´d wanted to watch and he couldn´t make his voice work to say ´stop´. Not when he was being cupped with hands that were much softer than he´d ever imagined, slightly damp from Spike´s precome. "Yeah," he managed. "Jjust like... oh, fuck, yeah. More. Pplay with them."
Spike still doesn´t quite grasp the word ´play´ in this context, but knows what to do. Caresses, teases, sliding a finger back. Pressing his mouth low on Xander´s belly, and moving upward, licking, nuzzling, rumbling softly.
"Oh, god, oh, god, yeah." Xander fell back, just barely catching his weight on his hands, panting as Spike started to stroke and tease him like a damned pro, the continuous rumbling driving Xander wild. It was too good. He wanted to come just so they could start all over and let him enjoy it, and what the hell was he thinking? Spike was a harmless, innocent, totally defenseless creature that was "Suck my dick."
Spike nuzzles his way back down, tasting Xander, bends down, mouth over the head of Xander´s cock. Possibly following Xander´s direction, possibly just doing whatever the next logical thing was, if logic could be ascribed to Spike at this point. Sucks, bobbing his head, and slowing working his way down, sucking and licking and rumbling softly.
He fell onto his elbows, their trembling telling him he was going to be on his back before long. Spike was bobbing up and down, taking damn near all of him and fuck, it was so good. He was so good. Didn´t remember how to talk or take care of himself properly, but god, did he know how to suck cock. So fucking good, tight and wet in all the right ways and... "Yeah. Good Spike. Good. Oh, yeah, wanna... fuck wanna fuck you till you scream and you sleep through the goodamned night without me checking on you ten times and fuck, harder, Spike... yeah, that... do that again, do!"
Spike enjoys the sound, the feel, the taste which is so much better than the sound/sight of the flickering box. Listens to the good sounds Xander is making, rumbles.
"Good, so good, Spike, you´re so good, wanna fuck you after this. Gotta, Spike, wanted for so long...let me fuck you. Please, let me fuck you." He was thrusting up into Spike´s mouth to the rhythm of his chanting, ruthless in taking what Spike was so willing to give him, rubbing himself hard against the roof of Spike´s mouth and the back of his throat, dragging himself over teeth that weren´t always covered by wetsoft lips. "Suck me in, Spike. All the way, suck me in, deep–throat me, take it all, dammit, Spike, take it all."
Spike hums. Doesn´t understand most of what´s being shouted, just the need, and takes Xander in deep, swallows him when he comes.
"Fuck!" Xander arched up, shoving himself into Spike´s opening throat and coming in four pulses that left him limp as freshly boiled noodles. Panting, he fell completely onto the floor and just stared at the ceiling. There was still porn playing in the background, and he´d just had Spike suck him off. And repeatedly told Spike that he wanted to fuck him. Which he did but..."I am a disgusting pervert and if Angel finds out about this, he´s going to kill me." Twisting slightly, he looked at Spike. "Do you want me to fuck you? Do you even understand what that means? Do you hate me? Can we do that again?"
Spike moves up, and covers Xander. More mouth noises that aren´t direct commands. Spike ignores them, rubbing and nuzzling at Xander.
Xander had to laugh, listening to the noises Spike made now they sounded pretty anxious to him, which meant Spike probably didn´t give a damn about anything so long as he got off. Xander spread himself out a little, morbidly interested in seeing what Spike would do if he didn´t resist.
Spike growls, rumbles to himself, and starts to rub himself off against the warm skin. Moans and whimpers against Xander´s neck. Rubbing faster until he comes with a growling cry.
Unbelievable. Just unbelievable. "So, let´s talk about my day. I get up, I move into my new apartment. Move you into it. Watch porn. Get blown by you, and then let you use my body to rub yourself off." And he was getting hard again. Because watching and feeling Spike rub and thrust and grind like that was erotic as hell.
Spike mouth noises again, mouth noises and arousal. Spike nuzzles, rumbling softly, and licks over the pulse in Xander´s throat.
"Oh, yeah. You have no idea what I´m saying. But that feels really good." There was a shiver of ´vampirethroatbite´ fear that made it that much sweeter when he thrust his own hips up, rubbing against Spike´s abdomen. Mm, nice muscles. Ridged. He felt high, focused only on what he wanted and not caring that this was wrong on the order of major. "Wanna fuck you," he whispered, not knowing any way to do this without ordering it. "Let me."
Spike licks, nibbles a little, kisses, rubs.
Xander slid his hand down Spike´s back, feeling the muscles bunch and move under his touch. Let his fingers drag over ass muscles that clenched in time with Spike´s rubbing, and pressed a finger over the place his cock really wanted to be. Rubbed hard enough that he had to be getting Spike´s attention. "Please tell me you understand this because I´m running out of ways tooh, yeah, suck there, Spike, suck there!"
Spike moans, jerks back against the finger, sucking at Xander´s throat, then rolls onto his back.
He did moan when Spike let go of him, but then Xander saw what position the vampire had chosen. "I´ll take that as an enthusiastic yes." Xander got up onto his knees and made a very conscious decision. And a nasty one. He tugged Spike´s knees up, placing Spike´s hands behind them, so they were lifted up to expose Spike´s hard cock. "Hold," he ordered, meeting Spike´s eyes. Then he slid two fingers into Spike´s mouth and ordered, "Suck." Then he waited.
Confusion for a moment, then Spike sucks and licks at the fingers in his mouth.
Holding Spike´s eyes, Xander worked his fingers back and forth a little, stroking the inside of Spike´s cheek and his tongue. "Suck," he repeated. When Spike did just that on autopilot, since he was sure Spike had no idea what he was saying Xander said, "Good Spike, good."
Spike moans, soft, urgent noises.
Spike was still holding himself open, so he didn´t have to teach Spike that command. He was so fucking disgusting, but he couldn´t stop. He didn´t really want to stop. Moving in between Spike´s legs, Xander withdrew his fingers from Spike´s mouth and pressed them against Spike´s opening. Slowly and gradually spit wasn´t a lot of lube he worked them inside Spike´s body.
Spike moaned, moved down on the fingers, wanting, needing.
Spike opened so easily that Xander started thinking things he really didn´t want to think about. Particularly given what he was doing. Instead he waited until three, then four fingers were moving in and out of Spike easily, and took a deep breath. Removed them, and placed the head of his cock at the entrance. Pushed.
Moans, Spike thrusting back. Inarticulate noises, mixed with rumbling.
"Fuck." Spike may´ve moved easily but he was tight, so fucking tight, cool silk wrapped in a visegrip around his cock, rippling in pulses that matched the beat of Xander´s heart. Sweat was dripping from his body to Spike´s, but he couldn´t care. Just pushed until he was all the way in, and started pulling out. Repeated. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Moaning, Spike moves with Xander, every thrust bringing him closer to the edge. Whimpers and gasps and growls.
He kept chanting ´fuck´, couldn´t stop as he worked Spike´s body harder and harder, Spike moving with him every goddamned time, cock hard and tight and slapping against his belly with each buck. Sounded so good.
Eyes screwed shut, Spike´s head tilts back as he thrusts back against what was pounding into him.
Seconds before the fire at the base of his spine flared out of control, Xander grabbed onto Spike´s cock, fisting it roughly while he shouted and came, entire body pouring out through his cock to fill up Spike´s.
Spike comes with a sound no human throat could make. Lies lax and relaxed, blinking up at Xander sleepy and sated.
Pulling out slowly, Xander paused for a moment. "In for a penny," he muttered and kneewalked until his cock was near Spike´s mouth. "Clean," he ordered, using the command voice, even if the word is unknown. Presses the head against Spike´s lips, ignoring the skitters of sensation.
Spike licks, swallows, humming softly.
"Oh, god." Anya had hated this, but Xander loved it, the roughness lashing against skin overly sensitized. Once he was clean, he pulled away from Spike to get him to stop. "Good Spike," he whispered, petting the blonde head while wide, vacant eyes watched him. "Good boy."
Muttering wordlessly, Spike pushes up into the hand, and mutters some more.
"Good Spike. Good boy. You were so good." The TV was still on, although the porn had changed to something he didn´t have the brain power to recognize. He felt sick to his stomach. Not a lot, though, and that made him feel sickerbecause mostly? He felt good. Sated and relaxed for the first time in days, and he knew Spike enjoyed it, he´d gotten off on it... Shaking his head, Xander pushed onto his feet and said, "Stand, Spike. Follow me."
Spike gets up and follows Xander. Sleepy and sated and happy.
He remembered to turn off the tv before he headed over to his bedroom. Paused when he was in front of both doors, considering. "Kinda cruel to make you go sleep by yourself." But maybe he could let Spike choose? Spike had been told which room was his, and seemed to have recognized it as such before... "Time for bed, Spike," he ordered. "Go to bed." Then he waited to see which bed.
Spike goes to his room, and curls up on his mattress.
"Well, then. That answers that." Except Spike looked really pathetic, naked and curled up into a ball on a mattress covered only with a single sheet. There were blankets inthe hall closet, Xander found, and carefully, he covered Spike with one. Then went to his own room, leaving the door open. Just in case.
Some time during the night, Spike wanders into Xander´s room, and curls up on his bed. Then steals all the blankets.
Xander woke up cold, the edge of something soft tickling the inside of his thigh. Snorting a little as he yawned, Xander blearily opened his eyes. Saw Spike curled up next to him. And remembered everything about the night before. "Oh, god."
