Who? What? Huh?

Chapter 2 - Explorations (NC-17)

Bloody Hell! Spike couldn't believe he was stuck in the whelp's body.
Just what he ed ted to make his unlife even more miserable. First
they take away his bite, then they take away his bloody body!

"Willow, now calm down please. Just tell us what spell you used." ilesiles was trying to be reasonable.

"I don't understand what could have happened. It's the same
separate spell I used last time, and all it did was separate them
physically, not metaphysically!" Willow babbled.

Xander was still sitting on the floor in a daze. He would occasionally
lift his hand and touch his face, or his stomach or his leg. Once he
even pinched himself. Unfortunately all that got him was a sharp
pain, instead of the bliss of waking from a nightmare.

"Well Red, looks like you did it again." Spike groused.

"I'm sorry!" Willow cried.

"It's okay honey. We'll figure it out." Tara patted her hand in comfort.

The conversation continued, but Spike decided to tune it out. It
wasn't like they were going to solve the problem tonight. Looks like
they were in for some more bloody research.

Free from following the voices floating around him, Spike's focus fell
on his new body. Seems like construction work was good for the
whelp. He lifted and flexed his right arm, feeling the muscles bunch.

It was strange feeling his chest lift and fall with every breath.
Something he hadn't needed to do in over a century. His skin felt
warm all over. He took a tentative hold of his wrist and felt the blood
rushing through his system. He felt himself growing hard, and his
face flushed.

Quickly his hand dropped and he shuffled position so that he was
more firmly seated under the table. Xander caught the movement
and the telltale bulge before Spike could completely hide it.

What the hell does he think he's doing with my body? Xander was
finally snapping out of his current fugue. He was in Spike's body.
Spike was in his body. What the heere ere they going to do?

The girls were all talking trying to figure out what happened. Willow
was apologizing. He caught something about cookies, or brownies
maybe? His head still hurt. And he just wanted to go home and get
some sleep. Maybe tomorrow they would have the whole mess
figured out and he would wake up in his own body again.

"Okay that's it. I'm outta here. The Xan-man needs his rest." Xander
stood from the floor.

"This is seriously wiggy." Buffy stared up at him. "It's just so wrong to
hear your words coming out of his mouth!"

"Xander's probably right. We should all go home and get some sleep.
We can start research on a solution to this little...problem...tomorrow.
I'm sure that we can have it figured out soon." Giles was reassuring.

Spike stood as well. "Okay whelp. Lead the way." He motioned to
Xander to precede him out the door.

"And where do you think you're going bleach- ugh, Spike?"

"With you." Spike smirked at...well...himself. "Or rather, you're
coming with me."

Xander raised a curious eyebrow at him. "And what makes you think
I'm going to let you stay with me."

"I think your mum and da will think it's the other way around. Can't
have my friend 'Spike' stayin' at my flat without me there now can I?"

"Ungh!" Xander groaned. Of course his parents wouldn't recognize
him! They'd think some crazy psycho had broken into the basement
or something, if Spike wasn't there with him. Could his life get any
worse? "Fine. Let's go."

Xander stomped out the front door, not bothering to see whether
Spike was following. He heard Dawn giggling behind him and her
soft "It looks so funny to see Spike stomp his feet like a big kid!" just
before the door closed.

They reached the basement door, Xander automatically digging in his
jeans pocket for the keys before groaning and glancing back at Spike.
"You have the keys fangless."

Spike just quirked his eyebrow at him until Xander moved out of the
way. He stepped forward and unlocked the door.

Spike entered first, flipping the switch on the light. Another thing he
was trying to get used to. No more night vision.

"I'm taking a shower." Xander brushed past Spike to move toward his
dresser.

Damn! None of his clothes were going to fit. He grumbled as he
rifled through the drawers pulling a sea set of boxers and drawstring
sweatpants. He grabbed a white t-shirt before heading toward the
bathroom.

He slammed the door shut and threw his clothes onto the toilet seat.
He turned toward the sink grabbing his toothbrush and blinked.
Damn! No reflection. Now this was definitely wiggins worthy.

He turned away deciding not to think about it. Denial was definitely of
the good. He turned the shower on letting the water warm up while
he quickly brushed his teeth and then stripped. Even though he was
definitely NOT thinking about it, his lack of reflection was causing him
to wonder about the rest of the changes he'd have to contend with.

As he pulled his jeans off, of course Spike went commando, a thought
suddenly struck. Could he go grrr? And how would he do it? Does
he just have ant ant it? He tried picturing himself game faced, but
nothing happened. He felt his forehead tentatively just to make sure.

Shrugging he decided to try again later. For now he just wanted to
wash away the ick he was currently feeling. Stepping into the shower
he slipped, slamming his knee down onto the edge of the tub. "Fuck!"

"Is my body okay in there? You're not bruising it are you?" Xander
could hear the sound of his own voice floating through the door.

"Fuck off Spike! I slipped. Your precious body is just fine."

As the pain receded Xander realized his speech was slightly slurred.
His tongue came out to wet his lips, and felt his elongated fangs
instead. Game face! He reached up a hand to trace the ridges on his
forehead. He did it! He wasn't sure how, but he was definitely in
game face.

As his fingers trailed over his new ridges, Xander felt himself
hardening. He looked down automatically only to realize he was now
looking at Spike's cock. Spike's almost completely erect cock. Eeep!

***

Outside on Xander's bed, Spike was laying back after having
changed into a pair of pajama pants. He didn't think the whelp would
appreciate him sleeping au natural. He'd taken a few minutes to
study his image in the mirror above the dresser.

He had a reflection! He hadn't really missed it before, but since he
had the ability again he wanted to savor it. So what if he was stuck
staring at the whelp's sorry face.

After having changed into the pajamas, Spike took a closer look.
Okay. So he could admit it, at least in his own head, that Xander
wasn't exactly hard on the eyes. He'd filled out a lot since taking his
current job, and the dark tan he'd gotten from working outdoors didn't
hinder his appearance either.

He ran an experimental hand over the boy's chest, plucking at first
one then the other nipple. They both hardened into little nubs,
shooting tingles throughout his body. Damn but the boy was
sensitive.

He could feel little Xander stirring, and couldn't resist pulling out the
waistband to take a quick peek. The boy wasn't half bad. He wasn't
as long as Spike, but definitely thicker. His hand was just reaching
out to grip the base when he heard the muffled "Fuck!" coming from
the bathroom.

"Is my body okay in there? Yo not not bruising it are you?" Spike
questioned accusingly.

"Fuck off Spike! I slipped. Your precious body is just fine."

Well at least he hasn't managed to dust himself yet. Spike walked
over to the bed and decided to get comfortable. Once he'd laid back
and gotten relaxed he started his explorations once again.

After all, he didn't know how long he would be forced to wear the
whelp's body. He might as well get to know it. His hands traveled the
length of his chest. Taking a few minutes to rub, tug, and tweak his
nipples into hardened peaks.

He was now fully erect and he could feel dribbles of pre-cum oozing
from his tip. He eased the pajama pants down slightly, freeing his
swinging erection. Another novelty. No foreskin.

His thumb reached out to circle around the head, dipping into the slit
and pulling a moan from deep within his chest. Slowly he fisted the
head and began stroking up and down the length, slicking it up with
his own juices.

Curiosity got the better of him and he took one glistening drop onto
his finger and lifted it to his lips. The taste was salty and strong. The
texture was smooth and the temperature warm. He swirled it on his
tongue before swallowing the taste down.

His cock twitched, and he grabbed it again. His other hand reached
down to cup his balls and began kneading them gently. He rolled
them together and tugged them down, as the hand on his cock began
to move at a faster pace.

He could feel his orgasm coming close, and he pictured Xander in the
shower exploring his own body as the climax overk hik him. His cum
spurted out to coat his hand and land a few drops on his exposed
chest. Again he couldn't resist and dipped a finger in to taste.

The flavor was slightly richer, but no saltier than the pre-cum had
been. He took one or two more dips before grabbing a few of the
conveniently placed tissues by the bed stand. He needed to clean up
before Xander came out to find him 'exploring'.

***

Xander's eyes were wide as he stared down at the purpling head of
his cock. Spike's cock! Not his. Spike's!

The cool air contrasted with the hot water of the shower and caused
his nipples to stand erect. Absently he brushed a hand across one
and gasped. They were extremely sensitive.

Okay. This is bad. No getting turned on by Spike's body. This is
Spike's body! Xander willed his erection away. He knew that if
vampires could blush he would be red from head to toe. At least his
embarrassment was good for something he could feel his erection
slowly wilting.

Suddenly he was painfully, achingly, excruciatingly hard again. He
turned his head to glance around the room, as if he would find a
culprit to accuse for his current dilemma.

Then he smelled it. There was some sort of spice in the air.
Something that made him feel incredibly sexy. Incredibly horny.
Incredibly hard.

He tried to place the smell but didn't recognize it from anywhere.

Unconsciously his hand had moved down to stroke his aching
member. His eyes closed and he took a deep drag from the air
around him. He felt his cock harden even further and he groaned.

His other hand came up to pinch a peaked nipple causing him to
thrust further into his own tight fist. As his body began to move to a
faster rhythm he suddenly realized that he could hear soft sounds
coming from the basement.

He could hear the sound of flesh sliding over slick flesh, and hear the
rough panting accompanying the movement. His eyes snapped open
and his mouth dropped into a comical 'O'.

Spike was out there jacking off his body! And he could hear it! And
smell it!

Xander's mind was assaulted with a picture of Spike sprawled out on
his bed. But instead of Spike wearing Xander's body, he was
gloriously naked in his own. He could picture the vampire's writhing
body, stretching out toward completion.

Both Xander's hands moved down toward his cock. He had one
grasp the base to stave off his orgasm. He was so close already!
The other traveled up to play with the foreskin. He pulled the skin
back to explore the sensitive slit, bucking into the sensation.

He could hear Spike grunting outside, close to climax.

He released the base of his erection and began to jack off in earnest.
Spike's breathing outside was coming out in harsh pants and within
minutes he could hear the "unh unh" groans that signaled his
completion.

Xander let out a grunt of his own and spurted Spike's sticky cum all
over the shower wall.

He stood under the warm spray of the shower for a few minutes
before finally grabbing his loufah. If he didn't need to shower before
he definitely did now.