3 Inches

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Part 12

Xander wakes up the next morning a while before the alarm is supposed to go off due to him going to bed early the evening before. Like yesterday, the sun shines through the living room windows. For a delightful moment Xander is completely taken aback by the magnitude of his own apartment. He really did it – moved out of the crappy basement, has a well paid job, has a friend who trusts him. Life is great – finally.

Thinking of Spike gives him a brief moment of panic, but it subsides instantly when he finds Spike still sleeping on his hand which is still on the pillow beside his head as if he hadn’t moved at all during the night. The blanket has been pulled down though, but Spike doesn’t look as if he is cold. The vampire is hugging Xander’s thumb with both arms and one leg thrown over it. Xander’s fingers are carefully curled around the small vampire. Xander is happy and relieved: he hasn’t squashed the vampire! On the contrary, it looks as if Xander’s hand protects Spike from any and every evil in this and any other world.

Spike looks cute, cuddled up into his palm, still fast asleep. Xander wonders if he’d also think that about the normal sized version of the vampire. He remembers how sincerely Spike told him yesterday that he trusts Xander. The youth is still proud over that admission. Who’d have thought?

Some minutes pass while Xander watches the vampire in his sleep until it’s time to turn off the alarm before it rattles loudly. Slowly and carefully, Xander moves, sits up and pushes the stop button on the alarm. The boy holds his hand in front of his chest and watches Spike wake up from the movement. Spike’s hair is ruffled and the vampire stretches himself, seemingly unaware of his surroundings.

When Spike opens his eyes, he looks directly into Xander’s big, brown ones which express tenderness and joy. Xander smiles at him and for Spike it’s like the sun rising.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you sleep well?” Xander whispers at the vampire with a voice still husky from sleep. Spike shudders, as Xander’s words are sending butterflies into his belly.
“Haven’t slept so well in decades, pet.” Spike answers barely keeping himself from purring contently.
“Glad to hear that. Glad I didn’t squash you.” Xander grins and Spike laughs slightly.
“Told you, you wouldn’t.”
“So, are you up and ready for another day with me?”
Spike rolls his eyes. If Xander only knew how up and ready he was exactly!
“Would like some breakfast.” Spike says out loud and inspects the little cuts on Xander’s thumb from where he had bled himself to feed Spike. The vampire carefully peels off some of the scab of the freshest wound. Xander doesn’t even feel it, just looks and lets Spike continue. He hopes Spike doesn’t hurt him unintentionally because he doesn’t want Spike to be hurt by the chip. A bit of the scab comes off and there is the slightest welling up of blood. The vampire doesn’t hesitate, he changes and puts his mouth to the little wound on Xander’s thumb. His fangs sink into the wound without Xander noticing it and Spike starts suckling greedily. Xander smiles proudly. He can make Spike happy, he can even nourish him. He can give Spike everything he needs.

While Xander has breakfast, Spike has a bath in a lasagne bowl. Spike didn’t want Xander to eat alone, so the bowl is set down on the table. It’s filled with a lot of bubbles and Spike’s not known for his modesty anyway. While the little vampire washes his hair and scrubs every part of skin he can reach by himself, Xander watches him and chews his cereal. Xander is still fascinated by the grace and flexibility with which the vampire moves, how the small, fragile body parts work together so fluently and efficiently.

Spike gets nervous under Xander’s intense observation. He makes a show of letting the little piece of soap glide over his arms and chest but it seems not to have the wanted effect on Xander. Spike is sure Xander would not watch him so intently in the bath tub if he’d been normal sized. The boy would blush and stutter and take flight instantly. The expression on Xander’s face and in his eyes is more one of technical interest and it makes Spike’s hairs stand up with unease. He feels like some sort of lab rat and that is so not an experience he wants to repeat.

“Be a pal, give me a hand, well, a finger?” Spike asks and breaks the silence and Xander’s stare. He turns over, puts his hands on the rim of the bowl and keeps looking at Xander over his shoulder. Xander watches the vampire’s slim back, the movement of the shoulders, the flex of the muscles on Spike’s once again or once more well-built body. The human blood diet worked wonders. Spike’s ass is only barely coated with foam and for a millisecond Xander has a flash of normal-sized Spike in this position, hollow back, ass in the air, waiting for him to catch on... Huh!?

“Scrub my back?” Spike asks, annoyed to outward appearances but secretly pleased by the delicious little blush that forms on Xander’s cheeks. To his disappointment, it fades as fast as it came.
“Sure, just scream if I overdo it.” Xander says, dipping two fingers of his right hand into the water, catching foam with the tips and then slowly rubbing them over the muscular back in circles, then up and down along the vampire’s spine, just keeping millimetres above Spike’s bottom. Spike lets his head fall back with the first touch of the warm fingers to his water-warmed body. He restrains himself from moaning, but his eyelids flutter shut. Xander puts on just enough pressure and works the kinks out just right. Of course, the vampire delights in these touches also on a more sexual level. Only the fact that Xander would instantly stop touching him if he’d noticed Spike wank, keeps the vampire from trying that.

Fifteen minutes later, Spike is a delightful, moaning piece of butter under Xander’s massage and the boy smiles happily that he’s given Spike so much pleasure. Xander thinks he carries out his new role of a caring and responsible … man every day a little more; it makes him proud. However, to be responsible means to go to work on time and that’s what he needs to do now – even if he could continue massaging Spike forever.

“Got to stop now. I need to go down, got a job to do, money to earn.” Xander says and slowly withdraws his fingers from the satin skin of Spike’s back.
“Don’t!” The vampire pouts.
“I am sorry, but I have to.” Spike continues pouting and Xander feels a little helpless. It seems saying no to Spike is getting harder with those pouting lips and begging blue eyes. “Tell you what… the next chance we get, I promise you another massage even longer and better than this one. Okay?”
Spike is eager to agree. Of course, he won’t demand the fulfilling of the promise until he is normal sized again. A devilish grin crosses the vampire’s face as soon as Xander turns to put the dishes into the sink. Whelp is in for some surprises and, with a little luck, by tonight if the witches are able to revoke the spell.

Xander takes Spike with him to work as he did the day before. The vampire lazily lies in a big armchair and watches Xander’s hands work. Now he has had a little taste of what these long fingers are capable of he can’t wait to get them to touch him again. His trousers are uncomfortably tight all the time which annoys him, but he hasn’t had any alone time yet to relieve the tension. In the meantime, he enjoys the simmering of lust in his belly and his balls. The exhibitionist in him, though, enjoys being hard right in front of Xander’s eyes. He gives a stroke to his hard cock through the fabric of his trousers occasionally and he closes his eyes and dreams of Xander’s hands and mouth travelling over his body.

Finally, the long working hours are over. Xander takes Spike up into the apartment and sets him down inside the living room of his doll house. Spike uses the ride on the boy‘s hand as another opportunity to rub his hard cock against Xander’s hot thumb with every step. Xander has barely disappeared through the door to take a shower, when Spike rips open his trousers and falls to his knees. With one hand he holds himself, the other touches his purple cock just once before he instantly comes convulsing, pumping long streams of come on his living room floor. A whispered “Xander” stays unheard.

The vampire cleans himself and the floor with a shred of the paper tissues formerly used as his footstool. He sits down in his armchair and closes his eyes. Giddy with enthusiasm, Xander storms out of the shower only a few minutes later. The boy gets into his clothes and grabs a sleepy Spike. “Come on, Mini-vamp, we’re going to those lovely witchy ladies now to have you turned back to the Big Bad!” Spike smiles dopily, still enjoying the aftermath of his intense orgasm; he doesn’t even notice Xander calling him Mini-vamp. Suddenly, nervousness grabs his belly with an icy fist: what if the witches didn’t find a way to turn him back and - what if they did?

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