Title: Just This Side of Bent

Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com

Site: https://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/

Author: Velvet Crypt

Disclaimer: Joss is God. I own nothing.

Distribution: Sure. Just lemme know where my baby’s going.

Spoilers: Season 7 for living arrangements, i.e. Xander has his place and Spike and Andrew are bunking at Buffy’s.

Summary: Spike shares a bit of ‘hands-on’ assistance to help Andrew go after Xander. Combinations of S/X/Ad (This part is S/Ad…patience people)

Dedication: To the fine folk at Xandrew (yahoo) for sharing in my new obsession with Xandrew and the wonderful listsibs at Nummytreats for enjoying the warm comfy goodness that is Spander. Ummm…does this make it Spandrewer? ~snert~

Andrew opened the basement door, carefully balancing the mug of blood and the refill packet. After a moment of terror when he thought the packet was slipping, he shut the door behind him and painstakingly made his way to the bottom of the stairs. Glancing up, he found icy blue eyes watching him in amusement. ~Of course he’s watching me in amusement. I’m a joke.~ Andrew sighed and pasted a smile on his face.

“Dinner is served.” He called out as he forced himself to take the final steps that put him in the vampire’s space. He felt bad for that. Spike had asked to be chained for his own good and the sake of the potentials. He didn’t want to hurt anyone. So here he sat, for hours at a time, only allowed off the manacles to help Buffy train the girls. He never complained and strangely enough even said thank you when Andrew brought him his blood.

So why did Andrew feel a tingle of apprehension every time he was near the blonde vampire? He’d shrugged it off in the past as knowing how evil the vampire could be. But he wasn’t so sure anymore. Imagine that. Andrew…not sure of something. Wow! That happened, oh…every two minutes or so? He mentally rolled his eyes and presented the mug and packet to Spike.

“Ta, mate.” Spike nodded as he took the mug from the smaller man.

“Um, you’re welcome, Spike.” He smiled again.

Spike eyed him for a moment then gestured with his head to the steps. “Take a load off?” Andrew blinked in bewilderment, and then ducked his head shyly as he seated himself on the bottom part of the stairs. “How’s things upstairs?” The vamp asked as he began to delicately sip at his mug. Andrew hesitated; mesmerized at the flash of ivory fang he could see at each drink.

“Um…they’re pretty normal. Buffy has the girls outside practicing again.” He shrugged. “Willow and Anya are researching on the computer. Dawn is doing her homework and enjoying the TV all on her own for once.”

Spike cocked an eyebrow. “And the carpenter?” ~Bingo. Look at the flood of red rise in the boy’s face.~ Spike took another sip.

Andrew fluttered his hands as he attempted to look nonchalant. “He…er, he, um…he’s out.” He finished lamely, looking everywhere but at Spike.

“So, you decided to feed the pet vamp to get away from the estrogen overload?”

Andrew smiled wryly. “You’re not a pet, Spike. And yeah…if one more potential comes flouncing through the living room tromping dirt all over my freshly vacuumed carpet, I’m gonna scream.” He blushed. “Not that I don’t do other things besides vacuum.” He puffed up. “I…I’m a valuable member of the Slayerettes. I can…I, er…well, I…” He sighed and slumped again. “I dust too.”

Spike hid his grin. “I think you’re doing just what’s needed, mate.” Andrew looked up, hope creeping into his eyes. “You see that the girls are busy saving the world and don’t have time for all the day to day tasks, so you jump in and take charge of it.” He nodded sagely. “It takes a good man to step back and give others the glory. To be the one behind the scenes making it all possible.”

Andrew’s face fell. “Yeah, well…that’s me. The man behind the scenes. Always has been.”

Spike looked at the former Troika member, his head cocked slightly. “So, do you miss Warren and Jonathon? Even though they had the reins?”

A look of pain flashed over Andrew’s face. “I miss Jonathon.” He said softly. “He was my best friend. He was the good man. We’d talk for hours about…well, you’d think it was geeky stuff. But we liked it.” A tiny smile creased his mouth. “As for Warren? No. I don’t miss Warren. I just…”

He paused biting his lip. Spike waited patiently, trying to curb his natural impatience. “I miss how I felt about Warren. I miss how I thought…Warren felt about me.”

Spike sat his mug down beside the cot and leaned forward. “So, you had a thing for Warren, eh?” Andrew nodded. “So, this mean you’re gay?” Andrew gave a start and looked up to see Spike grinning at him. He blushed and grinned back.

“I prefer to say that I don’t dislike the male physique.”

Spike laughed out loud. “So what kind of male physique do you prefer?”

Andrew gazed off into a corner of the room. “I like tall, dark and handsome. I like strong men, but not weight lifter strong.” His eyes became dreamy and his voice softened. “I love brown eyes…dark and warm like chocolate. And hair so brown it’s nearly black. I like a clean-shaven face with a tiny dimple in the chin, and full, warm lips. Lips that are always on the verge of a smile or ready to ease the tension in a room by telling a joke. And warm, strong, comfortable arms…arms that will wrap around you and keep the nightmares away. Arms that feel safe, no matter where you are, who you are.”

His voice drifted away and Spike let him swoon for a moment longer. “So,” he interrupted after a bit. “What you’re saying is that you have a hard on for Xander.”

Andrew jerked out of his reverie and gaped at Spike. “I-I didn’t say that.” Spike quirked a brow. “I didn’t! I don’t…He isn’t…” Andrew sighed and slumped again. “Fine. But tell me you don’t think he’s gorgeous with those dark eyes and that curly hair. Tell me you don’t notice how sexy he is when he strips down to that tank to fix something around the house. Tell me you don’t notice how sweet he is, how caring he is when he says something that brings us all together again.”

Andrew glared at the vampire. Spike gazed thoughtfully at Andrew for long moments. Then he nodded. “You’re right.” He agreed. “When you think about it, Xander is bloody well hot. So how you planning on getting him?” Andrew’s momentary look of satisfaction dropped from his face.

“Don’t be stupid, Spike.” Spike narrowed his eyes and Andrew backpedaled. “I mean…well, um I know that I can’t be with Xander. He’s straight.”

Spike chuckled. “I don’t know if he’s that straight, mate. I’ve known the boy for a bit and he always struck me as just this side of bent.”

Andrew perked up. “Really?”

Spike nodded. “It’s just a feeling, mind you. But sometimes he say things that one bloke just shouldn’t say to another bloke.”

Andrew’s expression fell again. “It still wouldn’t work. I’m not brave enough to just make a pass at him and hope he’s gay enough not to laugh in my face. I’m fragile like that.” Spike rolled his eyes. Andrew pouted. “Well, I am.”

“Sure peaches. Fragile as a butterfly, you are.” Spike grinned. “I can help you. I can tell you what to do to make sure little Xanny doesn’t have time to think about his degree of bentness before he’s screaming your name and raking his nails down your back.”

Andrew blushed. “Um, n-no thanks. I’m kinda the sub in my relationships. I don’t top well.”

Spike looked impressed. “Really? You’ve never topped?”

Andrew’s blush grew deeper. “I, er…I’ve actually never bottomed either.”

Spike’s expression was so dumbfounded that Andrew had to press his fist against his lips to keep from laughing. “How the bloody hell do you expect to convert Xander to a side you’re not even sure you’re playing on?”

Andrew shrugged. “I’m pretty sure I’m playing on that side. You don’t have to have…i-intercourse to know you want to.”

Spike snorted. “You can’t even say the buggering word, ponce. How do you think you’re gonna get someone’s dick up your ass?”

Andrew frowned and stood. “I’m going back upstairs.” He turned to make his way back up the steps.

“Wait! Whe-Andrew, I’m sorry. I was rude.” Spike gave him a 100-watt winning smile as Andrew looked over his shoulder. “They don’t call me a bad, rude man for nothing. Really, I’m sorry.” He patted the side of his cot, his chains rattling slightly. “Come back? I promise no more blatant expressions.” He grinned evilly. “I’ll stick to euphemisms like ‘your burning manhood’ and ‘opening your delicate flower of love’.

Andrew couldn’t help the snicker that escaped. ~Spike wasn’t really a bad, rude man. He just said it like it was. Wasn’t his fault I’m a coward.~ Andrew sighed and came back down the steps. ~Poor guy. He’s so lonely he’s begging for company from me, and is willing to talk about my non-existent sex life.~ He plopped on the cot next to the vampire and leaned back against the wall.

Spike adjusted his posture so that he was sitting sideways, facing the human. “Do you know how you’re gonna respond if Xander does decide to give you a quick snog?” Andrew giggled. Spike sighed. “Snog, Andrew. As in to kiss.”

Andrew still snickered a bit. “Oh. Um…no. Not really. I mean, I’ve fantasized about it a hundred times, but I’m pretty sure that Xander isn’t going to look deeply into my eyes and see what he’s been looking for for so long, what he’s been denied for all of his life: love.” Andrew sighed, gazing forward with a slightly dazed expression. “He probably isn’t going to lift his strong hand to cup my cheek, marveling at the devotion in my face. Or slowly lean forward, giving me time to move if I’m not sure…but I am, sure that is.”

Another sigh. “I’m sure that if he brushed his warm lips across mine I’d shiver. If he took possession of my mouth I’d moan. If he tasted me I’d…” Andrew broke off suddenly, realizing that he was actually talking to someone this time instead of talking to his camera or the mirror. “I’d do nothing, cause…he wouldn’t do any of those things.”

Spike was entranced by the change in the human. He could see the flush rising in the boy’s face. All that lovely blood, delicately flavored with lust, coming to the surface…teasing him with the scent. So, Spike focused intently on Andrew’s words instead. Unfortunately, the effect was nearly the same. Spike felt a tingling in his belly and he began to get hard.

He looked at the boy, but in his mind, he was watching a dark-haired man cup the blonde’s cheek in one hand and thread the fingers of the other hand through the boy’s hair. He saw wet, full lips hovering over a sweet, pink quivering rosebud…pursed in anticipation of the first heated touch.

“Spike?”

The vamp jerked out of his fantasy and blinked rapidly. Andrew looked at him in confusion. ~Why does he look embarrassed? I’m the one who let my mouth run away with my common sense.~ The boy dropped his gaze to Spike’s hands, fidgeting in his denim-clad lap. Trying to…cover the raging erection he sported? Andrew’s lips curled up into a grin.

“Wow.” He said softly. “Usually people tell me my voice is like fingernails on a chalkboard. No one has ever gotten a hard on from listening to me.”

Spike looked as though he couldn’t decide to be angry, embarrassed or just laugh it off. With a growl, he did none of the above. What he did do, was lean forward quickly and slam his lips onto Andrew’s. After a moment of fierceness, he eased off and gently licked the bruised flesh apologetically.

He nibbled and licked and dropped tiny kisses on Andrew’s mouth. He distantly heard the clank of his chains as he lifted a hand to invade Andrew’s shirt, and then a gasp as the cold metal brushed heated flesh. He pulled away to glance questioningly into blue eyes a shade darker than his own. Eyes that were heavily lidded and filled with desire.

“Want me to stop, Drew?” He whispered.

Andrew shook his head ferociously. “Hell no.” And lunged in to capture the vampire’s lips again. Spike chuckled and laid the younger man back onto the cot. He slid his lips sideways to nibble on the pink shell of Andrew’s ear. A gasped whimper was Spike’s response. He trailed tiny kisses down the line of Andrew’s jaw and impatiently shoved the boy’s shirt up, searching for flesh.

Spike was amazed at the smooth, silky skin hiding beneath the scratchy cotton. He growled dropped his head from Andrew’s jaw to his chest. Blunt teeth grazed a hardened nipple and Andrew’s hands shot to Spike’s head, wrapping into the soft blonde hair. Spike pushed the tee further up, baring a larger expanse of pale skin. Andrew pulled his hands away briefly to jerk the interloping material out from in-between them.

Spike descended on the exposed softness with a vengeance; nibbling, licking, biting…nothing seemed to be enough. ~So much for being a supervillian.~ Spike smirked internally. ~You can’t be a supervillian and taste of peaches.~ Taste of peaches, smell of peaches…soft as peach fuzz. Spike closed his eyes and could almost picture the lovely lad spread out, naked and waiting, in the green grass beneath the trees in the peach orchard back home.

“Drew…you taste so sweet,” he breathed.

Andrew sighed, running his hands over Spike’s back. “Please…Spike, please.”

Spike smiled against the fragrant flesh and opened his eyes. “You want more, luv?” Andrew glanced down, eyes aflame, and nodded frantically. “Then I guess I’d better give it to you.” He reached between them and flicked the button on Andrew’s trousers. A swift intake of air was his only reply. Gently, he unzipped the boy and eased his pants down, taking his boxers with them.

They hooked on his shoes, but the gulping breaths Andrew was taking left Spike no doubt that the boy even noticed. Spike lowered his mouth to the leaking erection jutting out from light brown curls. He blew a wisp of air across the wetness and Andrew keened, thrusting his hips into the air. Smiling again, ~I’ve smiled more in the last 15 minutes than in the last year~ he licked a strip from base to head of Andrew’s cock.

Spike caught the human’s hips before they rocketed off of the cot again and pinned them down. Hearing the tiny mewling sounds coming from Andrew’s throat, Spike decided to be merciful. He took the boy’s length in his mouth in one fell swoop, pushing the throbbing head deep into the back of his throat. Spike glanced up the line of Andrew’s body and saw those pretty blue eyes gazing sightlessly, that perfect rosebud of a mouth open soundlessly.

He began a rhythm that allowed him to deep throat the boy’s cock on the down thrust and swirl his tongue on the upstroke. Spike felt the press of Andrew’s hips against his hands as the boy tried to impale Spike with each thrust. This time, when he glanced up, he saw the blonde head thrashing back and forth and those pretty lips were mouthing ‘yesyesyes’.

Spike fought against grinding his own erection into the Andrew’s legs. ~This is for the boy, wanker. For the boy. You can beat off after he leaves.~ But oh, was it difficult to focus on that with the sweet sounds coming from Andrew’s throat. He throated the boy one last time and swallowed against the swollen flesh. Andrew howled, his hands launched out grasping for something to hold onto.

Spike reached up and caught the flailing appendages as the warm, salty taste of Andrew flooded his mouth. Spike pulled away, gently licking up any stray drops, and smiled up at the exhausted ‘supervillian.’

‘Wha…why…that was…” Andrew finally gave up and flopped back onto the cot. “Damn.”

Spike’s smile grew to a grin. “So, Drew. What do you think?”

Andrew raised his head again and smirked back. “Yup. I’m gay.”