Protective Custody (1/20)COMPLETE

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Xander wriggled a bit, trying to get out of Spike's...hold. The moment he started moving, Spike's hands tightened on his ass and he was pulled closer to the warm body underneath him.

Oh this is not good. This is not good at all. Come one Spike let go. Letgoletgoletgoletgoletgo.

The wriggling was not only failing but it was also accentuating the disturbing reaction of his body. Xander's mind shied away from the realisation that he'd gotten hard, painfully unbelievably hard, just from feeling Spike's hands and his body.

Just a morning woody. Nothing to panic about. Lil' Xander has no interest at all in the ex-evil ex-undead man lying under me. Shit he's under me!

Just then, Xander realised something truly horrible. Spike was awake. "Erm...morning Spike."

Spike had opened one eye, and now forced the other open to find Xander on top of him. "This is a bloody human nightmare. Tell me it's a nightmare." He moved his hands, skimming them slightly over Xander as he tried to grasp what new drama the boy had embroiled him in. Warm. Soft fleshy skin covering hard muscle...round…masculine globes. When his mind finally caught up and the truth of the situation dawned on him, he gave a start and pulled his hands out of Xander's shorts as if they'd been burned.

"What in fucking hell am I doing under you?" he demanded, just tethering in his panic... mostly at being unable to recall getting into this particular configuration.

"Well, you were having a hell of a nightmare and I tried to wake you up but you wouldn't wake up! So I tried to hold you still cause you were hurting yourself and my furniture and you only calmed down when I lay over you to hold you down and then I think I fell asleep." Xander babbled, forgetting that he was now free to move. "So I woke up and you were holding...erm...yeah, so I woke up and then you woke up and now we're both awake."

“Bollocks.” Spike’s heart…his very human heart was pounding out the message he refused to give with his expression or tone. Nervous fear. Awareness…disturbing awareness. Confusion.

The boy hadn’t moved. He was staring back at him. He couldn’t or didn’t school his features to hide the panic. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?” Spike demanded. “So ridiculous it might be true,” he added, lowering his voice. “Harris?”

Xander was staring at Spike's chest, hypnotised by all the skin now in view. He didn't even heard Spike call his name though he did notice the chest rise up when he drew breath to do so.

"You're awake now, aren't you? Do you need a bloody invitation to get the hell off me?"

Spike's voice finally penetrated the haze around Xander's mind and he suddenly realised that not only had he stayed lying over Spike, he'd been just about to reach out and touch him.

"Right. Yes. Getting off, I mean down. Getting down now." He stammered and scrambled off Spike and off the bed. Once on the floor he had a better view of Spike's chest which led him into another flurry of panic. "Gonna go shower. Yeah, a shower sounds good. I'll be out in ten minutes okay?" He said, and not waiting for an answer, rushed off to the bathroom.

Clenching his hands around the bedclothes, Spike told himself he hadn't noticed the press of skin against skin. The slide of Xander's bare chest over his as he'd rolled off. Or the feel of his very hard member pressed against his hip. But when his gaze flicked to Xander's shorts, there was no way he could ignore the fact that L'il Xander was standing at attention. "Make that a cold shower, yeah?" he bit out.

Xander cringed at Spike's words and locked the door behind him. He glared down at himself.

"You know, your taste in people is horrendous. Cordelia wasn't enough, you had to get all excited about Spike of all people?"

He took a moment to calm down and turned on the shower. He contemplated following Spike's advice but the thought of a cold shower was not in any way attractive. Nice hot water it was, then.

He got into the shower and let the water run over him for a while. The heat was soothing and after a while he started washing himself as efficiently as he could. He tried his best to ignore his erection but for some reason it refused to go down.

"Don't look at me like that, there's no nookie for you, you evil ex-vampire loving fiend." He muttered and tried to wash his cock with the same efficiency as he’d washed the rest of his body.

Unfortunately for Xander, the moment his hand curled around his erection, image upon image of Spike assaulted his brain. His hand tightened and almost against his will he started stroking. Soon his movements became faster, as his imagination provided Spike posed in all sorts of interesting positions. On his knees in front of Xander in the shower. Lying back on the bed, legs spread wide, stroking his own cock for Xander's enjoyment. On all fours, thrusting back against him, taking him in so beautifully.

Fast approaching the point of no return, Xander searched for an image that would push him over. Spike…lying between his legs, pushing his hard cock inside Xander.

When he came back to himself, Xander groaned in mortification. I can't believe I came, thinking of Spike fucking me. Please don't let me have shouted his name. Please? He silently begged the heavens as he finished his shower and wrapped himself in a towel.

He walked back to the bedroom and immediately started babbling, looking anywhere but at Spike and trying hard not to blush. "Do you need to use the shower? I can put a stool in the shower stall so you can sit down and not have to worry about falling over and stuff."

“Yeah…it’s an idea,” Spike said rather gruffly, aware that Xander was avoiding looking at him. He took pity. After all, the boy was to feed, bathe and take care of his other needs, and who knew what those needs might be? And that hot water bottle had helped last night..

“It was nothing. I’ve already forgotten you were almost shagging me in your sleep. It could happen to anyone.” Right, that wasn’t so convincing. He tried again. “It was like sleep walking, yeah? And as for the…” his gaze slid to Xander’s crotch which had only half an hour ago bulged beyond belief. “Snake in the trousers act…completely normal,” he gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Who doesn’t wake up with one. It had nothing to do with me, although, yeah…I’ve been told I’m a looker.”

Seeing Xander’s eyes widen, he quickly added. “Joking. Now help me out of here, I’m about ready to burst…you didn’t warn me about drinking too much water before bed.”

Xander stood frozen to the spot, listening to Spike try to make things better. At least, he thought that was what Spike was trying to do.

"Yeah, nothing to do with you." He mumbled, trying hard to convince himself. Unfortunately, denial seemed to have taken permanent residence in Egypt and Xander remained totally unconvinced. So now he had to help half-naked Spike get to the bathroom without reacting at all. He could do that. Piece of cake.

"I forget you don't know stuff like that. D'you think you can sit?" Xander asked, trying not to wonder how Spike was going to be able to pee. The guy could barely stand and Xander so didn't want to have to hold him up while he took care of business. There was no way he could remain unaffected if he had to feel Spike lean against him for that long.

"Sit," he snarled, eyes going from friendly to openly hostile in the matter of seconds. "I may be human, but I'm still a man." Placing one hand on the nightstand, which seemed to have a broken... make that shattered lamp on it, he started forcing himself out of bed. "Well help me then, but there won't be any sitting...don't even think of it, even if you have help me hold it ."

It turned out, it was easy to stay physically unaffected when Spike was pissing you off so much. "Yeah, a man, with those moodswings coming thick and fast I can tell you're such a manly man, Spike." He snapped, glowering at him. "I am not, I repeat, not helping you hold it or anything else for that matter!"

Spike shook his head. “I didn’t mean it literally, Harris. Now…unless you want a puddle in your bed…” he raised his arm and once Xander bent, still glaring resentfully, he put his arm over the boy’s shoulder for support. Using the strength in his arms, he pulled himself up. He was standing. Better than yesterday, but one small step showed him he wasn’t well enough to go it alone. “Right…on three then.” The slow walk across the room went far better than it had the previous night.

Xander remained silent throughout the walk, angry at Spike for lashing out at him and at himself for allowing the blond to affect him in any way. He had to get it into his thick head that Spike was not going to stop needling him no matter how much he needed him or how cooperative Xander was. It was obvious that Spike still hated him.

Insensitive though he might be, Spike couldn't mistake the anger roiling off Xander. "What? You're not going to offer to carry me today, Nurse Harris?"

Xander ignored Spike, concentrating on getting the idiot to the bathroom. The faster they got there, the faster they'd get out.

When they reached the bathroom, Spike thought the last step was more of a shove than an assist. The only indication that he gave of having noticed was a "hmph."

Standing in front of the loo, he put both hands on the wall in front of him, and braced his weight against it. Spike pointedly looked down at his shorts, then swung his mocking gaze to Xander. "I'm ready then."

Enjoying the incensed look on Xander's face as the boy stormed out of the room and left him there, Spike laughed loud enough to make sure Xander would hear him no matter what room he disappeared to. One arm could hold his weight as he went about his business.

Clenching his buttocks, he closed his eyes and experienced the ultimate relief of emptying one's bladder. When he opened his eyes, they widened a bit. "Erm... Xander..." He tugged his shorts up. "I...erm... forgot about the aiming thing. Yeah.. its...Xander?" He looked toward the empty door. "Xander?!"

The seconds ticked by. "You're needed for clean up duty." That had to irritate the boy as much as anything else he could think of. "Do you hear? My legs are shaking. nursey, I’m about to fall and break my neck. What do you think the Wankers That Be will do to you then?"

Xander stomped back to the bedroom and started yanking on his clothes, too angry to pay attention to the voice coming his way from the bathroom. He was muttering under his breath and consigning the Wankers that Be to a hell of their own devising when he heard an almighty crash come from the other room.

"Oh shit. Spike? You okay in there?"
No reply.

"Spike, stop messing with my head and answer me! Spike?"

No reply and Xander was beginning to get worried. He went to the bathroom and opened the door. Spike was lying on the floor, seemingly
unconscious.

"Fuck, this is all my fault."


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