This is an early story of mine, the first of a series of
Spandrew...thought I'd repost them here, since I intend to write a new
story in the series soon.

Author: Salustra
E-mail: goddess_salustra@...
Title: Beautiful Blue Eyes
Pairing: Spike/ Andrew
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Missing scene fic from BtVS Season 7: Touched. Andrew is
initiated by Spike while they spend the night in the mission.
DISTRIBUTION: Various lists and Wierd Romance RP- BtVS/Ats RP
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance and the website
http://www.geocities.com/sireandchilde/home.html . Anyplace else is fine,
just let us know where it is going.
Spoilers: Through Ats Season 5: Damage. The story ends with an actual
scene from the episode.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike or Andrew or anything else from ME… though
I really wish I could.
Distribution: Go ahead. I’d like to know where it’s going if you can drop
me a line.
Feedback: Please? E-mail to goddess_salustra@...
Andrew and Spike are waiting inside the candlelit interior room of the
mission. Andrew is lying on the floor on his belly, leaning up on his
elbows, propping his head up on his hand, and swinging his feet together
like a little boy. Spike is sitting on the floor, leaning against the
wall with his knees bent up, and his arms resting on his knees.
Andrew says in a sing-song voice, "I spy with my little eye something
that begins with a ‘T.’"
Spike replies, rolling his eyes, "Tapestry."
Andrew smiles. "Hey, good one. How did you…"
Spike interrupts Andrew. "Tapestry's the only thing in the whole bloody
room."
Andrew says, "Ah...so say you, but I say look deeper." He rolls over onto
his back, looking at the ceiling.
Spike growls, "I'll look deep into your jugular is what I'll look at."
Andrew says, "Don't spazz out."
"I'm not…" Spike glares at Andrew. "Don't say another word."
Andrew rolls back on his belly, looks at Spike with child-like
enthusiasm. "Rock, paper, scissors?"
Spike says, "What's the matter with you? Don't you understand what's
happening?"
Andrew says, "Uh...yeah. We're waiting here till it's night again so you
can ride on your motorcycle without exploding."
Spike says, "And every minute we're stuck here, the slayer's out there
facing hell knows what."
Andrew shrugs. "Come on. What's the worst thing that could happen to
her?"
Spike glares at Andrew. He snarls. "That’s IT!" and pounces forward,
landing on top on Andrew. They begin rolling around on the floor, Spike
crushing and shaking him.
Then, suddenly, he stops rolling. He is on top of Andrew, and Andrew’s
jeans-covered erection is rubbing against him. Almost against his will,
his own cock responds. He looks into Andrew’s blue eyes.
Spike thinks, *Does he always look at me like that? Such raw desire? And
how did I never notice his eyes were so damn blue? *
* Oh, god….he can feel my hard-on. This is so embarrassing. He’s going to
think I’m a dork. I can’t help it that he’s so good-looking and sexy and
dangerous and oh my god he’s hard too. Why is he looking at me like that?
* Andrew thinks.
Spike stays there, unmoving, as Andrew pants and stares back at him.
Then, ever so slowly, he lowers his mouth and connects with Andrew’s. The
kiss is gentle at first, then grows more insistent. His tongue moves in
to explore and plunder Andrew’s mouth. Andrew responds…his own tongue
begins tentative moves…and his arms move to wrap around Spike’s neck.
* He tastes sweet, like a young woman. * Spike thinks.
Andrew thinks, *Oh my god he’s actually kissing me! I can’t believe it!
This is really some dream, it’s not really happening. *
Spike pulls back. He strokes Andrew’s hair. He lowers his head and
whispers in his ear. "Have you ever done this before?"
Andrew’s heart sinks. * He’s not going to do it ‘cause I’m a virgin. *
With a sob in his voice, he says, "No."
"Do you want to do this? Are you sure?"
"Ohgod yes, Spike. Please." Andrew begs, with a pleading whine in his
voice.
"Good. Don’t talk too much or I may change my mind."
That cuts a little but Andrew bravely decides to ignore it. He can take a
little abuse to have this.
Spike starts unbuttoning Andrew’s shirt. Andrew starts shaking from
nervousness and anticipation. * Ohgod ohgod this is going to happen! *
Spike sees the shaking and stops. He strokes Andrew’s hair again.
"Shhhhh, shhhhhh, it’s ok. I’ll be gentle I promise. I won’t do this if
you’re afraid."
Andrew shouts, "Not afraid! Not afraid! I’m only afraid I’ll do something
and screw this up and you’ll stop!"
"I’m not going to stop, Andrew…not as long as you really want it."
Spike’s voice is gentle and even.
"Yeah, but you’re just doing it out of pity, and I don’t wanna screw up
and make you stop."
Spike takes Andrew’s hand and moves it down to his crotch. "Feel that.
Does * that * feel like pity? I just suddenly noticed you…really saw
you…that delicate skin, those blue eyes, that kissable mouth…and I wanted
you."
As Spike talks, as Andrew feels the rock-hard erection, his shaking
slowly stops. He takes several deep breaths. "Ok. Can…can I kiss you?"
Spike nods.
Andrew pulls his face up to Spike’s, and kisses him. Inexpertly at first,
but then he seems to get the hang of what he is doing. His tongue flicks
out to lick and probe into Spike’s mouth. Spike tastes of whiskey and
cigarettes and the bright copper taste of blood. He keeps kissing until
he has to stop for breath, and falls back, panting. *Now it seems real. *

Spike goes back to unbuttoning Andrew’s shirt. He kisses and licks at the
exposed skin as he works his way down his chest, and onto his stomach.
Andrew gets harder and harder as Spike’s mouth gets closer to his
erection.
Spike stops as he reaches the last button, and then peels the shirt back.
With Andrew’s help, he slips it off. Then he smiles, and puts Andrew’s
hands on his own shirt. "Take it off me," he says.
Andrew breathes deep again and lifts the shirt slowly up and over Spike’s
head. Spike’s gloriously sculpted pectorals and abs are revealed to his
sight. He runs his hands over them, unable to stop himself. He does this
for a while until Spike grabs his hands. *He doesn’t want me touching him
* thinks Andrew for a moment, until Spike guides his hand down to his
belt buckle. "The pants next," Spike says.
Andrew begins to hyperventilate. Spike leans forward to capture his lips
and kisses him, robbing him of breath. He only lets him go when he has to
gasp for air. "Now stop that. *Calm * down. We’ve got all night and I can
keep stopping as often as I have to."
Andrew nods. His shaking hands start to work on Spike’s belt buckle, then
remove the belt. Then he unzips the jeans. He is a bit shocked when it
turns out Spike is wearing nothing underneath the jeans, and the smooth
whitish-purplish flesh of Spike’s cock gleams in the candlelight. With
Spike’s help he eases the jeans down and off, and all of Spike’s
alabaster body is exposed to his gaze. His eyes are drawn to that erect
cock, unable to resist devouring it with his eyes. He has never seen
another male erect before.
"It’s ok. Go ahead and touch." Spike says.
Andrew reaches out and gingerly touches the shaft with the tip of his
finger. The skin is so soft. He gasps. Then he carefully wraps his
fingers around the shaft and gives a few hesitant strokes. "Can I…can
I…oh hell. I’m just gonna." He quickly lowers his head and engulfs the
head of Spike’s shaft in his mouth. Spike gasps and hisses at the
unexpected contact.
"Ahhhhhh….yesssss. That’s gooooooood."
Andrew takes more and more of Spike into his mouth, until he hits the
back of his throat, and the gag reflex kicks in. He chokes and pulls
back. "Oh god, I’m sorry," he says, as he flushes scarlet and tears hit
his eyes. "I can’t do anything right…"
Spike cuts him off. "It’s fine, Andrew. Really. You’ve never done it
before. I *certainly * wasn’t even expecting what you did do. And if you
really want to, I’ll show you how. Like now."
His hands move down to Andrew’s pants, and begin working. Before long
Andrew is just in a set of boxers. Spike’s hands move to pull them off as
well. Then Andrew is naked. His hard cock stands at attention.
"Here. Lay back, but prop up on your elbows so you can watch. Now I can
pull some tricks you can’t cause—vampire, no gag reflex, no need to
breathe. But this is the basics. You started just fine. But swirl your
tongue around a bit, and pay attention to the slit. Like this."
He lowers his mouth to Andrew’s cock and demonstrates. Andrew’s eyes roll
back and he gasps and moans.
Spike pulls back. "Now the gag reflex thing…takes practice. Gotta learn
to relax. Practice on a hot dog or a zucchini or something. Until then,
only take in what will fit comfortably in your mouth. Be careful not to
touch it with teeth. Once you are down, apply suction, use your tongue,
and start bobbing up and down. Breathe through your nose. And when they
cum…swallow. That is if you ever want a repeat. You’ll get used to the
taste and even like it in time. Now…I’ve got no gag reflex, and I don’t
have to breathe. So I can suck down all the way and swallow your cock and
maintain fantastic suction on it. Do you want me to?"
"Yes, please. Oh yes…"
And Spike lowers his head and gets to work. Andrew is surprisingly
well-hung for such a small man, but Spike engulfs him with ease born of
long practice and no gag reflex. He swallows, taking him into his throat.
Andrew mewls and gasps. His thighs are already tensing. Spike knows he
won’t last long.
Spike begins to bob slowly up and down, wanting to make this last as long
as possible. Andrew clenches his hands. The sensations are overwhelming.
* Ohgod ohgod ohgod I’m gonna cum and this will all be over too damn
quick no no no think of something else…can’t sexy vampire man sucking
cock ohgod I’m cumming! * He cums hard, screaming,
"Spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike!" He beats his fists onto the floor and
collapses. Spike swallows his cum and slowly sucks Andrew’s cock clean.
He finally removes his mouth and then goes to kiss Andrew and stroke his
hair. Andrew is crying.
"What are you crying for, beautiful boy?" Spike asks, worried.
" ‘Cause it’s over. The most wonderful thing that ever happened in my
life and it’s over!" *He called me ‘beautiful boy’? *
"Not if you’re not ready for it to be over. There’s something else we can
do, if you want to. Something else I can teach you."
"Sure. You mean," he gulps. "Anal sex?"
"I like calling it buggerin’, if I’m rude, or making love, if I’m being
sweet. Do you want to?"
Andrew’s eyes widen. "Will it hurt?"
"Some. I won’t lie. But I guarantee it will feel really good before it is
over. *Really * good."
Andrew ponders. "Yeah. I want to."
Spike retrieves his duster and pulls a tube of KY from an inner pocket.
"Boy Scout I am—always prepared."
Andrew giggles.
"Now… onto your stomach." Spike says. Andrew obediently rolls over as
Spike positions himself. He moves between Andrew’s legs. He squeezes a
glop of lube onto his index finger. "This will be cold, my boy…can’t be
helped. It’s not like I have any real body heat to warm it." Andrew gasps
in shock all the same as the cold lube, along with the finger, enters his
nether passage. It’s not far, just enough to start working it in, but
it’s a new and shocking experience for Andrew. "Relax. This is not going
to work if you tense up like that." Spike’s voice is warm and soothing.
Eventually the lube starts to warm, and Andrew slowly forces himself to
relax. Spike’s finger slowly slides a little deeper, a bit at a time.
Andrew whimpers a bit.
"Am I hurting you?"
"No. Not really. Just…kinda overwhelmed. Don’t stop though."
Finally the finger is all the way in, and then Spike starts moving it in
and out, brushing Andrew’s prostate as he does. *Stars, ohgod I just saw
stars and there’s explosions in my brain. I have never felt anything this
good ever. *
Then the finger is removed, and Andrew whimpers again. "No…please more."
Spike chuckles. "Just lubing the other finger. We’re not nearly done yet.
This is just the preparation."
Andrew’s eyes widen. "It gets better?"
"Yes. It does." Then suddenly two fingers together start pushing into
Andrew, and he whimpers and mewls. They are stretching him now, and there
is somewhat more pain with the pleasure, but still the contact with his
prostate is like lightning in his brain. The fingers twist, and as he is
stretched the pain recedes and the pleasure increases. He can sense how
incredibly gentle and patient Spike is being with him. He doesn’t know if
he could have managed this so nicely with a raging hard-on wanting
attention. But then Spike is what…over a hundred years more experienced.
Spike’s other hand is stroking his back and brushing lightly over his
ass, and Andrew is in heaven.
Then the two fingers leave. Spike applies a little more lube to the head
of his cock, and positions himself carefully at the entrance to Andrew’s
ass. "This is the moment of truth, my beautiful boy. This will hurt…no
candy coating. But it’s the gateway to the pleasure. So make it easy on
yourself and make yourself relax. And if you don’t want this, now is the
time to speak up. Last chance, my dear virgin boy."
*Oh my god, he called me ‘my beautiful boy’ again. And he’s kidding,
right? This close and I’m going to stop now? Like I’ll ever get this
chance again. *
"I’m ready." He forces himself to relax as much as he can. He wants this
soooo badly.
Spike begins pushing forward, slow and steady. There is pain, and Andrew
is tempted to clamp down, but resists. And finally, the tight ring of
muscle gives way with a painful *pop * and Spike is inside him. Andrew’s
eyes fill with tears and he swallows a small unmanly shriek. Spike stops.
He leans forward, and his velvet-smooth cool skin brushes Andrew’s and
makes his skin prickle. He whispers, "Good boy. That’s the worst of it, I
promise. The very worst. The rest I can take as slow as we need to."
Andrew nods his understanding, not trusting his voice.
Spike stays where he is, laying touching Andrew’s back, and only moves
forward an inch at a time, pausing each time to let Andrew adjust and
relax. At least he is fully sheathed inside Andrew. "We’re there. Now the
real fun begins," he coos.
He begins to thrust in and out, taking care to angle himself to stroke
the prostate. He wants Andrew to remember this fondly always. Not the
brutal treatment he himself received in the clutches of Angelus for his
virgin indoctrination in the arts of love. He kisses Andrew on the nape
of the neck, and kisses and licks and sucks his neck and shoulders and
back as he moves in and out.
Andrew moans. "Ohgod I never imagined it could be like this. I can die
now. Really. This is too much. I mean I thought about it but I didn’t
know… couldn’t know…"
"Shhhh. Shush, my lovely boy. Don’t talk so much. Enjoy it. This is your
one and only first time. Don’t miss it talking." *It can only be because
he reminds me so much of William. I don’t want him to hurt. I want him to
have something to treasure. *
Andrew relaxes even more at Spike’s soothing tone, and he resorts to
moans and animal sounds of pleasure. He maps this in his mind, determined
to remember every second of this. He is hard again from the pleasure.
Spike moves faster now, and he moves his hand around and underneath to
stroke Andrew’s cock. They are now both fast approaching orgasm. He moves
harder and faster and harder and faster, and then they both tip over the
edge and the world explodes for a moment. And then there is stillness.
Utter stillness, from Spike, who has no need to breathe, and the steady
rhythmic panting of Andrew.
Then Spike moves, laying on his side, pulling Andrew to him face to face,
stroking his hair and pressing against him. He grabs his precious duster
and covers them. "Sleep now. You are tired."
*How does he know? Never mind. Feels good…getting slee… * Andrew falls
into a deep sleep as Spike watches over him.
Then Andrew is being shaken. Spike is already dressed and wearing his
duster. " ‘Bout time to go," he says.
As Andrew dresses, Spike comes over to him. He crouches and takes his
face in his hands. "Andrew. This stays here. This was beautiful and
precious and I meant every word and every action, but I can’t treat you
any differently when we leave."
Andrew nods. " ‘Cause of Buffy, right?"
"Yeah, mostly."
"I understand." Andrew was already folding this experience away into a
little treasure chest in his heart and mind to keep forever.
MONTHS LATER, AT WOLFRAM AND HART:
Andrew says, "Spike?" He sets down his pipe. *It’s a dream. This can’t be
really happening. *

Spike is floored. "Oh, for the love of…"
Andrew stands. "Spike?"
He moves quickly toward Spike, and places his hands on Spike’s shoulders.
"It's you. It's really you!"
*At least someone is happy to see me * thinks Spike.
Andrew hugs Spike, sobbing. "My therapist thought I was holding onto
false hope, but... I knew you'd come back." *You couldn’t stay gone, my
beautiful lover. *
*They’re all looking at me. I should push him away, appearances and all.
But I just can’t. I wish they weren’t here and I could hug him and
welcome him proper. *
Andrew sniffles, and he releases Spike from the hug and looks into his
eyes. "You're like... you're like Gandalf the White, resurrected from the
pit of the Balrog," He touches his palms to Spike's face. "More beautiful
than ever."
*Those eyes are still so damn blue. * thinks Spike.
He hugs Spike tightly around the neck. "Ohh... he's alive, Frodo." He
says, sobbing, "He's alive."

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