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Thought Id share something with ya'll. Great fun and it actually works. Met my
girl on here, http://www.checkprofiles.info/xaab and so far it's been the best
year of my life! Wish you all the same happiness.

Met my fiance here, hehe. Thought I should share it with any other guys who are
worried up winding up alone like I was. Check it out
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Well I just got engaged! Can't believe it, just last year I was beginning to
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I know a couple of friends already who have met a few nice honey’s off of this
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Pretty nifty stuff I think!

Sorry for the OT and the crosspost but I just had an
idea that I had to share. it for a Andrew/Xander or
Andrew/Spike.

Andrew gets pulled into a portal and lands in a new
demintion. Once there he discovers that the new world
is like his old one but the Andrew from there was
killed and the world is over run with supervillans and
demons and monsters but no superheros. Using his
knowlege of comics he becomes the 1st super hero of
that world.

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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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Kerri/ Salustra
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I'd like to announce to creation of a new Group…Actually it's another of
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…While Forging_Ghost is dedicated to Angel and Spike, this new Group, its
Sister Group, is dedicated to absolutely everyone else…Every other m/m
slash Pairing through BtvS and Ats…
Now, this isn't going to take anything away from Forging_Ghost, and the
Group is not going to suffer in the least…My attention is not going to be
divided, because I've made, and will make more Moderators to care for
Forging_JossSlash…
…Jinx, Myst and Salustra so far…If anyone else would be interested, just
let me know…
Anyone who'd like to Join is welcome, as is any m/m slash Pairing…But I
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Help! I can`t seem to find a link to covert operations that works.
Does anyone know how a can get there?

Sorry for the ot and the crosspost.

I just got back from seeing "CatWoman" and I had an
awesome fic idea.

If can be AU or take start out in season 6 or 7 of
Buffy. Andrew lives a sad pathetic life and is
murdered and brought back like "CatWoman" The reason
and way he dies is up to you. I'd like to see him
paired up with Xander or Spike and wearing a black
leather suit. The rest is up to you.

Jeremy
*Hoping someone does this fic*

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-Kelly Bunddy









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In an effort to spark some new Spike/Andrew fanfiction I've started
a monthly challenge at http://spandrew.danceofjoy.net.

This month's challenge?  Write a fic using all of these words:
sweet, glisten, introvert, red, surge, false!


You can learn more about the challenge here:
http://spandrew.danceofjoy.net/challenge/

I'll hope they'll be a few submissions!


Tonya
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http://danceofjoy.net

I'm working on a Spike/Andrew fansite.  It's not near being complete
yet, but the archive portion of the site is ready for submissions.

http://spandrew.danceofjoy.net

Stop by, post fics and enjoy!



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Tonya

Andrew will be crossing over to Angel this seasion. You can read a
little bit about it here

http://www.spoilerslayer.com/archives/002494.php

so this should inspire some Spandrew!

Fuck the plot bunnies, just post some fic.

LLL
  ~~Tara~~

Hi:)  I'd like to start by saying, Spandrew, yay!  my dear sire first
introduced me to the idea of this pairing.  I used to be all for the
Xandrew, but now I'm rootin' for the Spandrew.

And after that brief intro, I'm gonna throw a little fic at you...
hope you like it....

Katie

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Title: Make Believe

Author: Whiskey Meteor

Rating: NC-17

Summary:  Spike spends some quality time with Andrew's oven
mitts.
Andrew watches.

Disclaimer: Everything BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon.

Notes: Set some time in season 7, around the time when the funnel
cake was kicking Andrew's ass.


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Spike hid in the shadows, out of sight.  He was lurking, waiting for
the right moment to pounce on his prey.  The victim was beautiful,
enticing, and warm...

Spike's stomach growled loudly, giving him away.

Andrew swiveled around from his place by the stove, pointing an
accusing oven mitt covered finger at the vampire. "Don't even
*think*
about stealing my cake," he warned.

Spike frowned and glanced from Andrew to the cake, his intended
victim, sitting on a metal cooling rack on the counter.  "I
wasn't
thinkin' about stealin' it," Spike muttered.  It was
true.  He hadn't
been thinking about stealing it.  He'd been thinking about
*eating*
it.

After pulling the oven mitts off of his hands and placing them on the
top of the stove, Andrew turned back to glare at Spike, "I'm
going
back to the front room to finish watching my movie now," he
said. "The cake will be cool in half an hour, and when I come
back to
ice it, it better still be here."  Andrew gave Spike a final
glare
before turning on his heel and marching out of the kitchen.

When he was alone, Spike snorted.  Who did Andrew think he was,
threatening the big bad?  ~Well, okay,~ Spike thought, ~Former big
bad.... but still.~  He crossed the kitchen in a few easy strides and
reached for the cooling cake.  "Just `cause a bloke's got
a soul,
doesn't mean he- ow!" Spike hissed and pulled his hands away,
the
cake having burned his fingers.  "Right," he glared at the
cake, "Now
it's personal."  He reached over and grabbed one of the oven
mitts
off the top of the oven.  Holding the mitt in his hand, Spike reached
back towards the cake... and then stopped.  The oven mitt was still
warm from sitting on top of the stove...  His victim forgotten, Spike
cocked his head to the side curiously and slipped the oven mitt onto
his hand.  He drew in a sudden, unneeded breath.  The fabric around
his hand was warm, but not from having sat on the top of the oven.
It was Andrew's warmth, the heat from his body, and it shimmered
around Spike's hand like he'd dipped it into a hot bath.  He
shivered
with pleasure, and after casting a furtive glance around the kitchen
to ensure he was still alone, Spike raised his oven mitt covered hand
and stroked it over his face.  He sighed.  How long had it been since
he'd  pressed his cool face against the warmth of a living body?
Too
long.  Granted, this wasn't a *real* living body.  But as the
saying
goes, beggars can't be choosers.  After another furtive glance
around
the room, the vampire snatched the other mitt off the stove.  He
turned on his heel and disappeared swiftly downstairs, making sure to
pull the door closed behind him.


* * * * *


Hearing the downstairs door close heavily, Andrew sighed and rose
from the couch.  He stalked into the kitchen, certain that he would
find his cake either gone or ruined, but...  The cake sat undisturbed
on the counter where Andrew had left it.  He frowned curiously.
He'd been listening for the door to close, and Spike had been in
the
kitchen for almost a whole five minutes, plenty of time to make some
kind of mischief.  But the cake was fine.  Andrew cocked his head to
the side- what had Spike been doing?  Crossing silently to the
downstairs door, he pressed his ear up against it and listened
curiously.  Hearing nothing, he glanced around the kitchen to ensure
that he was alone, and then cracked the door open as quietly as he
could.


* * * * *


Spike sat down on his cot, and pressed his oven mitt clad hands to
his chest.   His skin was separated from the seductive warmth only by
the thin cloth of his tee shirt, and yet he longed for closer
contact.  He was a vampire, cool both figuratively and literally, and
the sensation of warmth on his skin was a rare treat and certainly
cause for... excitement.  ~You are a sad, sad man,~ he thought,
~Gettin' off on warm oven mitts- Freud'd have a field day
with you.~
Spike shrugged, chalking his apparent weakness up to `the
soul', and
told himself to indulge.  ~Besides,~ he thought, breaking into a
wicked smile, ~You didn't eat Andrew's cake.  The *least* you
can do
is defile his precious oven mitts.~  He hastily peeled off his shirt
and tossed it unceremoniously onto the floor.


* * * * *


Andrew nudged the door open, and crept inside, kneeling down on the
top landing and looking around the basement silently.  He spied the
vampire, sitting on his cot, *shirtless* and...  Andrew narrowed his
eyes.  Spike was wearing the oven mitts.  He was wearing the oven
mitts, and sitting, shirtless, on his cot.  He appeared to be deep in
thought.  Andrew bit his lip, and couched closer to the floor, lest
the vampire should see him.  Andrew's spidey sense was tingling.
Something interesting was going to happen  He could just feel it.


* * * * *


Spike closed his eyes, stretched his neck from one side to the other,
and then pressed his oven mitted hands up against his chest.  He
gasped, pleasantly shocked by the juxtaposition of the soft warmth
against the cool hardness of his naked chest.  Tentatively he stroked
himself, running quilted material against smooth skin, smiling
devilishly as nipples were teased into hard sensitive nubs.  Letting
one hand stay playing across his chest, Spike let the other wander
down, rubbing against the fabric of his jeans and building heat with
friction.  Delicious friction, warm and soft over the growing
hardness at his groin.  Eyes still pressed closed, and lips parted,
panting unnecessarily, he popped open the top button on his jeans,
and slowly zipped down the fly.


* * * * *


Andrew's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped.  He was quite certain
that oven mitts weren't intended to be used the way Spike was
using
them.... and yet.... Andrew cocked his head to the side wistfully,
wondering if it was bad to be jealous of a pair of oven mitts.


* * * * *


Spike's unneeded breath was coming in shallow gasps, due to the
friction of warm quilted cloth rubbing roughly against cool, hard
cock.  With each shallow pant he breathed in the myriad of
tantalizing scents that clung to the oven mitts on his hands.  There
was vanilla and something sweet and spicy that he couldn't quite
place, and threading it all together was something warm and human,
and undeniably Andrew.  He spread the scent across his skin, over his
chest, and from the base to the weeping tip of his dick.  With every
unneeded breath he took, Andrew's scent grew stronger until it
hung
so thick in his nostrils that he could almost taste it.  He stroked
his length languidly, the friction of cloth on skin becoming almost
painful, and let Andrew's aroma wash over him.  His mind slipped
away
into a pleasure place, and the hands on his body became Andrew's.

Warm and soft, touching and teasing in all the right places, making
his hips buck up to thrust hungrily into a hot, tight fist.


* * * * *


Andrew stared, slack jawed, at the vampire on the cot.  The scene was
almost comical. Spike, body pale and fluid like a ghost, with his
back arched and his head thrown back, lips parted and panting for
unneeded breath, thrusting madly into an oven mitt covered fist.  The
vampire gave a low growl borne of pleasure and, once again Andrew
felt a pang of jealousy towards the oven mitts.  The look of ecstasy
on Spike's face was like a tease to Andrew; begging him to join
in,
to be part of that pleasure.  He gulped and closed his eyes, and
tentatively reached down to free himself from his pants.  Andrew bit
his lip to silence a moan as he grasped his cock firmly in his hand,
cool from resting on the floor.  Cool, he imagined easily, as a
certain vampire's hand might be. Prying his eyes open, he gazed
down
at Spike, mirroring his movements and thrusting into his hand in time
with the vampire in the basement below him, all the while biting his
lip to keep silent.


* * * * *


Spike felt himself drawing close to release and, rolling his head to
the side he breathed in deep breaths, letting Andrew's scent wash
over him again.  It seemed stronger and different somehow, mingled
with fear, and arousal.... Spike stilled his hand for a moment,
listening, poised like a cat catching the scent of its prey.  Blood.
He smelled blood.  Andrew's blood, and it was fresh and near and
carried with it the same delicious perfume of fear and excitement-
and that could only mean that Spike wasn't alone in the basement.

Eyes still pressed closed, the vampire smiled wickedly and lifted his
head to cast a blind gaze on where he sensed the boy was hiding.
Andrew wanted a show?  Well, he was gonna get one.  For fear that he
would rub himself raw before he came, Spike released his cock and
shrugged the oven mitt off.  Still playing the other mitt covered
hand over his chest, he reclaimed his length with the bare hand,
gently slicking the cool liquid leaking from the tip down to the
base, soothing the chafed skin.  Inhaling deeply, he could taste
Andrew's excitement.  It was intoxicating.


* * * * *


Andrew could barely contain himself.  Although the vampire's eyes
were closed, he was looking straight at him.  Andrew heaved shaky
breaths, stroking himself earnestly, tracing a circle around the tip
with his thumb and then sliding his grip back down to the base.  The
original coolness of his hand had been lost, exchanged for the warmth
of precious friction, and he'd given up mirroring the other
man's
movements to focus on simply watching his face.  Even though
Spike's
eyes were closed, Andrew felt he was watching, and the feeling that
he was included somehow in that look of sardonic delight on the
vampires face, pushed him over the edge.  He bit hard into his lip to
keep himself from crying out, knowing that he'd already broken
the
skin, but not caring in the least.  And then he came, shuddering and
choking back an enraptured scream.


* * * * *


Spike's back arched and his hips bucked forward to meet the now
frantic strokes of his hand.  He was imagining Andrew watching him,
desperate to meet his stare as he came, wondering how his face would
twist in the ecstasy of release-  Spike growled again, low in his
throat, and it rose and spilled from between his lips as his cold
seed spilled out over his hand and onto the basement floor.  After a
moment, panting until he'd regained his composure, Spike smiled
smugly.  Stroking himself lazily, he opened his eyes.
Andrew was gone.
The landing where Spike knew the boy had been hiding was dark and
empty.  He stilled his hand somewhat disappointedly, and frowned.
Then rising from his cot, tucking himself back into his jeans, and
dropping the other oven mitt beside the its mate on the floor, he
crept silently up the stairs and paused on the landing to press his
ear up against the door.  He could hear Andrew's breathing, deep
and
ragged, on the other side.  He raised his hand to rest on the door
knob, ready to open the door and... and... ~And what?~ he asked
himself...  ~Bite him? Drag him back downstairs with
you?  ...Apologize for knicking his oven mitts?~ After deliberating
for a long moment, Spike turned and sat with his bare back leaning on
the door.  He had no feelings for the boy besides mild irritation and
a bit of blood lust, so there was nothing that needed to be said.  It
looked like Andrew was going to pretend that nothing had happened,
and Spike was fine with that.  He'd wait until the boy left the
kitchen, and then he'd return the oven mitts.

...And then he'd steal the cake.


The end.

Actually there are a few places to find Spandrew fic!

Right now you can check:

Funnel Cakes & Flying Monkeys, the Andrew zone of the
Guild
http://funnelcakesandflyingmonkeys.com

Bite and Tell, the Andrew/Spike site for this list -
opening soon!
http://spandrew.apocalypse-nowish.com

And, of course, the inevitable BFA. :)
http://archive.shriftweb.org


-Vienna

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"In my plan, we are beltless!" Andrew, 'Storyteller'
http://apocalypse-nowish.com

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