Touched (Part 1 of 8) Completed

Xander sat in “warlock class” feeling quite out of place. He was the only one who was over twenty for fuck’s sake... all the others were still teenagers trying to get control over their magic. He would be the one to experience late-breaking puberty!

It had been two weeks since Spike had come to his senses and broken him and the other kids out of that ‘prison’ type place. Now he was in school – the real deal. Studying, learning about his heritage, though he couldn’t even imagine which of the Harris parents was responsible for something so cool as magical powers. Well... it would be cool once he got control over them. Until then, he had to stop wondering about things like what would it be like for Giles to be a gay man. That incident with Giles’ hand running over the mail man’s ass, despite the Brit’s valiant fight to control his hand and keep it to himself, had almost ended badly. It was no wonder that Giles was now avoiding him.

As the teacher droned on, he thought about his very strange relationship with Spike. Was it a relationship? The vampire was damn slippery, and so far Xander couldn’t figure it out. Since the night he’d inadvertently made Spike do the naked cowboy dance, Spike hadn’t slept over. He came over to see him every night -- watched t.v., even cozied up. And sometimes ... sometimes things got heated between them.

Xander sucked in his breath at the thought of last night. They’d sat on the Summers’ porch swing, drinking beer and talking. Then he’d felt Spike’s firm thigh press against his own. Something small like that was all it took. His stomach tightened, his heart started pounding. He was pretty sure he’d given Spike a couple of longing looks, but the vampire appeared not to notice... coolly drinking his beer. That was until Spike bent toward the table on Xander’s side to put the bottle down. They’d almost bumped noses. Xander moved to the side, at the same time Spike did. Their lips touched, at first by accident.

And then Spike’s mouth was moving over his, so hard and firm, so demanding. His arms had come around Xander’s shoulders, one hand on the nape of his neck, his thumb sliding up and down the side of his throat. Delicious feelings swamped Xander’s senses as he fought to get closer. This was what he wanted... for the vampire to assert himself, to hold him like this, to master him. This was what he dreamed about.

Groaning lightly, Spike pushed Xander back against the cushions, twisting his body around so they were chest to chest, so he was half crawling over the boy. Xander squirmed under him, fighting to get closer, sending heat flooding through Spike. The feel of the boy’s warm palms stroking his chest, alternately kneading his flesh, quickly made him hot and hard.

As Spike’s tongue delved deeper into his mouth, Xander shuddered. He shifted, rubbed his erection against Spike’s, and started whispering mindlessly. Begging Spike to go upstairs with him. This was it... tonight... he just knew it... he needed it so bad.

Abruptly, Spike broke the kiss and stood up.

The porch swing and side table started shaking and rattling as Xander looked up. “Don’t go... Spike...”

“Hush... calm down.... gonna break something.”

“No I won’t ... I promise... Spike...” Xander licked his lips, trying to catch his breath.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, luv.”

The pencil in Xander’s hand broke into two. He quickly dropped it onto his table. Spike was so infuriating. He called him ‘luv’, then left. He kissed him like he was getting ready to fuck him... then nothing.

“Well?”

Xander blinked at the teacher. “What?”

“Well, we’ve gone around the room describing each of our... safety blankets, for lack of a better term. The item that grounds us. Jake has a teddy.” There were snickers at that. “Bobby brought a lighter, why anyone his age should own one... but you can never tell with magic why a particular item works for you. Please don’t tell me yours was that pencil.”

“Pencil... no... I... well ...” Xander looked at his watch. Spike was supposed to be here already.

More laughter. Then silence.

“Well what is your item? Your teddy bear, or pillow? What is it?” the teacher repeated.

Feeling a cool hand on his shoulder, Xander pointed up. “This is my it” Was it his imagination, or was that hand squeezing his shoulder a touch too hard?

* * *

The rest of the class was assembled outside the classroom, but due to Spike’s ‘sun sensitivity’, Xander was relegated to standing at the doorway inside the classroom. Still, he could hear the teacher loud and clear. Too clearly.

“Alright... I want all of you to give your grounding item a name... a nice, personal name. Something that gives you nice, warm feelings inside and makes you feel safe. For example, a long time ago... decades ago, I called my little blue towel, my wuzzy. Alan, I know you already have a name for your truck, tell everyone what you’re calling it.”
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“Raptor.”

“Nope... that won’t do, let’s go for something softer.”

“Trucky?”

“Too generic. Come on, dig deep. Part of being a Jagard Warlock is that you have to be in touch with your feelings. The new-agers have it partially right, you know. Come on.... what does it want to be called?”

“Um.... my little ‘bleep bleep’.”

Everyone laughed, but Spike’s scowl and intense look sobered Xander up. As the teacher picked on other students to give the names of their items, he quickly discussed it with Spike.

“Hugger?”

Spike raised an eyebrow and stared.

“No then? How about.... fluffy tribble? Fluffy tribblet?”

“Nothing fluffy about me, yeah?”

Seeing that Spike was getting edgy, Xander kept thinking. “Smunchkin? My.... boobalah? Oh, fuck... I’m trying! Its supposed to come from deep inside.... how ‘bout blondie tail?”

“Blondie tail, that’s good. I’m sure ‘blondie tail’ has some deep personal meaning for you, so blondie tail he is,” the teacher pronounced, from outside.

“Deep personal meaning... I think I’m going to kill you.”

Xander winced. “I could call you ‘BT’ sort of like ‘JT’ and it’s way cooler... I....”

“Now, I want you to feel out your grounding item, Touch it, stroke it, feel every niche and groove, close your eyes and call it by name, over and over until it becomes second nature. Go on, I’ll keep talking, you follow instructions.”

As Xander moved toward Spike, Spike stepped back. “Spike... I mean blondie tail, come on...” He moved closer, away from the doorway. A bit nervously, he ran his palms up and down the vampire’s chest, feeling him tense underneath his touch. “Blondie tail... blondie tail.... bl.... blondie tail.” It wasn’t his imagination, Spike was getting more tense by the minute.

“By now everyone should have their eyes closed... repeat your item’s name, feel it, know it, touch it, rub it....”

“What the bloody hell is he, some sort of pimp?”

“Shush!” Cheeks burning, Xander followed the instructions, feeling extremely foolish as he repeated “Blondie tail, blondie tail, blondie tail,” over and over.

Gritting his teeth, Spike tried to pretend he was anywhere but in this mad place, getting felt up and being called that ridiculous name. It worked for a bit. Then Xander’s hands moved around to his back, and sides, and swept over his manhood -- his ‘now hardening’ manhood.

“Learn every nook and cranny...” When Xander touched him again, instinctively, Spike gripped Xander’s hips. If the boy had had his eyes open, he might have seen the anguished ache behind the anger in Spike’s gaze.

“Smell your item... know its scent. Taste it. Feel its contours...”

“Blondie tail,” Xander whispered huskily before joining their mouths. Feeling ... memorizing the shape of Spike’s lips with his own... dipping his tongue inside to taste him.

Then Spike was kissing him back, and it was last night all over again. Wave after wave of desperate desire crashed over him as the vampire took control of the kiss, dragged him up hard against his body, and cupped his ass. Fighting to get closer, fighting to learn Spike’s body, fighting to get what he’d wanted for so long, Xander forgot about class and teachers and lessons. The feel and taste and scent of Spike was all that mattered. “Blondie tail...” he whispered.

The teacher cleared his throat. “I can see how it can get complicated when your item is a person. We’ve moved on to the next lesson.”

“Huh? Oh....” Xander tried to pull away, but Spike was holding onto his ass. “Spike.... Spike... you can let go now. Spike... stop enjoying yourself!” he hissed.

“Not me, mate... I’m bloody glued to you, yeah?” Spike shot the teacher a look filled with blame.

“Uh oh....”

“Ah.... you’ve bonded with your item, excellent. Come on in class, Xander’s done it. As has Allen. The rest of you will have to work towards it.”

“Bloody...fucking... hell... Xander!” Spike bit out as they were surrounded by giggling teenagers. Of course they were laughing when he was struggling to get his hands off Xander.

“You’re gonna tear my pants!” Xander protested, moving closer to the vampire before that happened.

“Those of you that have bonded with your item... take deep breaths and visualize yourselves separating from them. Once you’re done, we’ll move on to doing magic while relying on your item to ground yourself.”

* * *

Hours later it was evening, and they left the school. “It wasn’t that bad. I did lift the table.”

“You did. And then you dropped it on me.”

“Oops... yeah, it’s a good thing you’re a vampire.”

“Then you froze me... didn’t like that one bit.”

“I didn’t mean to...” It was a good thing Spike didn’t know it had happened when a particularly curvaceous girl had passed, and Xander had a momentary fear of Spike staring at her like the other guys in class had been. “It could have been worse.”

“How?”

Silence. There were a lot worse things that could have happened, but Xander wasn’t about to list them. He needed blondie tail to go to at least 5 more classes with him! It was time to change the subject, definitely.

“So... the bad guys. When are we gonna go get ‘em? You know, the ones who held me prisoner for a week, the ones you forced me to go with, those guys....”

“They won’t be bothering you or anyone else again.” Spike gave Xander a meaningful look. “It could be that Buffy and I and some of these warlocks of yours took care of them.”

“Took care? Without telling me! I wanted to be a part of it. It’s my ass that got jailed, and tortured and...”

“And it’s my ass that got yours out,” Spike stuffed his hand into Xander’s pocket. “Try not to glue me this time, yeah?” He blew in the boy’s ear and kissed him lightly.

“That’s like a diversionary tactic. I know one when I see one.”

“Do you?” Spike stopped.

“What...” Xander looked around and for the first time noticed they’d walked to the graveyard rather than Buffy’s. “Spike?”

“You like it?”

Xander stared at what used to be Spike’s crypt. Now, instead of one, it looked like three crypts were joined together. “Whoa... but...”

“No ‘buts’,” Spike kissed the boy, then dragged him inside. “This is what I’ve been working on. Thought you might want to stay here some nights, instead of at the girls.”

Mouth hanging unattractively open, Xander walked around the remodeled crypt.

“Two rooms, a bathroom with a running shower and a kitchen,” the vampire said, leaning proudly against the wall with his arms crossed in front of him.

“You did all this by yourself?”

“Don’t be a git... I blackmailed a couple of blokes... don’t look at me like that, they were thugs anyway. I did steal some marble from the Thurston-Howells’ crypt... but they won’t notice, none of them are dead yet.”

Expressions of reproach, amazement, and amusement chased over Xander’s face. “Let me get this right... you did this for me?”

“Yeah.”

“What... what do you say to a boyfriend who steals crypts and makes a house out of them for you?”

“Thank you would be a good start.”

“Boyfriend. I mean... you are... we are?”

“I didn’t go about changing the place for my good friend, Clem did I?”

“Spike!” Filled with frustration, Xander rounded on him and trapped him against the wall. “Just a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’... you’re confusing me, and that’s so not good.”

“Not bloody kidding, are you?” As the ground rumbled under their legs, “Xander.... come on, look at me, call me your bloody blondie tail,” he spit out, disgusted that those words left his mouth.

Pictures, so carefully hanged on the walls, now flew around the crypt, some crashing and falling to the ground. A futon bounced across the marble floor. The VCR fell off the shelf.

“Oh no.....” closing his eyes and touching Spike all over, Xander chanted blondie tail. “Sing ... please...”

Folding his arms around Xander, Spike started, “Beautiful boy—“

Xander cut him off, “no, sing blondie tail... please...”

Spike half hummed, half said the words over and over through gritted teeth, until the swirling items all fell to the ground.

“Sorry... I.... guess I have a lot to learn.”

“Yes. And.... yes.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t know if an old vampire qualifies as a ‘boy’... but yeah... boyfriend.”

Seeing the beautiful smile that lit up Xander’s face, Spike was glad he’d answered the question.

“So this...” Xander swept his arm around the room, “is why you’ve disappeared every night.”

“That... and not wanting to end up in the altogether at the girls’ place. I may be wrong, but I think Bit was enjoying it.”

“No... you’re not wrong,” Xander growled as he started to pick things up off the floor. “Huh... what’s this?” He touched the soft, cushiony frame around a picture, then saw that the dvd player was encased in the same stuff. Eying the vampire, he strode across the room and picked up a vase... “plastic!”

“Not made of money, am I? Thought I’d baby-warlock proof the place until you have control.”

“Baby,” Xander frowned, miffed at the thought of Spike baby-proofing the room. “Not a very sexy thing to think about your boyfriend.”

“Unless you’re really old and about to rob the cradle,” Spike drawled, giving the boy a heated look.

Oh yeah... that got Xander’s blood going again. “Spike, I want...”

“Food? Plenty in the fridge. Even have a microwave,” he pointed.

“No, not hungry. I want you to... I want us...”

“To go for a stroll? I could use a smoke,” as the vampire strode toward the door, his leather pants gave way. By the time he looked down, his legs were bare, and a triangular piece of leather covered his manhood.

“What’s this? Xander, I want my clothes back.”

An instant later, his tee shirt was gone, and a scrap piece of leather was wrapped around his wrist. “You’d bloody well better not make me dance.”

Horrified, Xander watched as Spike was forced to bend down and pick up a long piece of leather that looked so much like a whip. “Oh God... Spike, it’s not...,” he sat down and put his face in his hands, ready to cry. He’d ruined everything. Everything. “I just... I just keep wanting you to ... you know, come on to me ‘strong’. Opposite of that stupid Spike-bot thing,” his voice started to shake. “I looked in a magazine, trying to figure out if maybe I have a dom/sub kink... I don’t think so, but... that’s what they were wearing and, Spike,” he looked up, “I’m so sorry...”

The last thing he expected was for Spike to laugh. “Just a joke mate, I found your magazine.” He swept the tee shirt off the ground and threw it at Xander, so the boy could inspect it while he got dressed.

“You... this... you made me think I....”

With a new pair of pants on but still bare chested, Spike approached him. “I owed you. How many of my clothing have you ruined? And you bloody well tortured me all night when you got me stuck in that picture frame. Thought I’d—“ moving quickly, he grabbed Xander’s fist flying through the air. “It was a bad idea. I’m sorry.”

“It’s embarrassing for me... every time I make you do anything, every time I make you say stuff, or glue you to me... I think of the story you told me, about that love potion. I don’t want to be like this at all, Spike, I don’t want to force you... maybe you did it because I am forcing you.” A few tears sprang into his eyes. Pulling his hand away, he eyed the door. “I should go. Maybe we should both think about this.”

“When and if you ever start to force me to do anything that really crosses the line, you won’t be able to find me,” Spike ran his hand down Xander’s cheek, throat, shoulder and arm. “I’m still here. I want to be.”

Electricity shot down Xander’s arm at the touch. “Are you sure... I mean...” his gaze dropped to Spike’s chest, trailed over the vampire’s corded muscles...

When Xander’s eyes darkened with desire, Spike stifled a groan. “I’m sure.” He started to walk Xander backwards, using his body to force him to take the steps. His expression was that of a predator, ready to blood his kill. His reward, the sound of Xander’s heart pounding harder than ever, the catch in his breath... the shudder of his stomach as his hip brushed over the boy’s.

Xander backed up until the kitchen table cut into the back of his thighs. Suddenly, Spike’s arms were around him, holding him, molding him, not a bit of softness there. Breathless, he started to sway, to pull Spike toward the couch, but the vampire would have none of that.

It was his way, or no way... exactly what Xander had wanted. As the vampire’s teeth scraped over his lips, he groaned, and found himself locked into a hard kiss. They kissed and kissed, until his head swam, and his mouth grew sore. He started to pull back and was met with a warning growl. Not allowed.

Something primal inside of Xander liked it... liked the warning... liked being dominated by the more powerful vampire. He let Spike keep fucking his mouth with his tongue, having his way with every part of his body.

“Look at me.”

Xander looked up. Spike grabbed two handfuls of his shirt, and pulled them apart. The sound of tearing cloth and popping buttons got Xander so hard, he whimpered and tried to get closer to Spike even as the vampire had him shrug out of the shirt.

Covering Xander’s body, a hand on either side of the kitchen table, Spike slowly crawled forward, forcing Xander to bow back under his weight, then lay down on the table. “Won’t be much cooking going on here, not the usual sort anyway,” he said, moving over the boy.

With one hand between them, Spike was stroking Xander’s chest and abdomen while thrusting against him, steadily increasing Xander’s arousal to a fevered pitch. His breaths now labored, he pulled at Spike’s shoulders. Wanting. Wanting so badly to be taken. Scared. Scared something would stop them again.

Then there was the sound of buttons popping. With one hand under Xander’s ass, Spike lifted him, and with the other, he dragged his jeans and shorts off in one fell swoop. Throwing his head back, Xander lifted his hips, rubbing his raging erection over the rough material of Spike’s jeans. Oh yeah. One, two, three... and then Spike moved away.

Oh fuck! Just as Xander started to sit up, he was pushed back again. This time Spike was naked. Flesh against flesh, skin against skin, they moved together, harder and harder, until Xander thought he couldn’t take it any more..

Suddenly, the vampire drew Xander down to the edge of the table and pulled his legs around his waist. Feeling his fingers touching his hole, preparing him, Xander whimpered. “Hurry.”

Spike lined himself up, pulled Xander’s legs higher, and thrust forward. Two small thrusts, and he was inside. The boy was so warm and tight, he fought for his control. But when Xander tightened his ass, moved back and forth... all bets were off.

“Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh fuck yeah...” Xander shouted, arching up to meet Spike thrust for thrust, begging for more as the vampire hit his sweet spot over and over, “oh... fuck... Spike....”

Spike was so lost in the sensations crashing over him, he hardly heard. He knew he was giving pleasure, and getting it, and there were words, but they made no bloody sense. He climbed and climbed, and shouted back, “Come with me...”

Xander succumbed to white hot heat, coming hard against Spike’s stomach, screaming his name. “Oh yeah.... “ he panted against Spike’s ear, then gave a start at the sound of a crash across the room. “Oops... I must have...”

“No worries, everything expensive is bolted down, encased in foam, or non-breakable.” Spike lifted his head and watched Xander slowly come back to his senses.

“What are you thinking?”

“Nothing,” Spike answered.

“Bet I know.”

“What am I thinking?”

“You’re thinking ‘warlocks do it with a bigger bang'.”

“No... I was thinking you’re a bit ‘touched’.”

“Oh yeah? By magic,” Xander grinned and kissed his vampire.

The End

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