Stories Worth The Telling: Chapter Eight: The Final Showdown
by I Heart The Nerd Herd
Andrew lay against John’s bare chest, listening to his lungs fill up with air and his heart thud pleasantly and rhythmically in his chest. Andrew ran his fingers gently over his ribs until John snorted and grabbed his hand.
“Stop that, that tickles,” he laughed. Andrew smiled, but then suddenly remembered Spike in the basement. Andrew shook his head. None of that mattered now, he had John.
“That was the point. John loves to be tickled...” Andrew slid his hands over John’s ribs, pinching him and making squirm around like a three year old underneath Andrew’s naked body.
“Uncle, uncle!” he screamed.
“Oh, but baby, we haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet! I can tickle you in other places to... Places a little south...” Andrew squiggled under the covers, but John grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to his face. He pushed Andrew’s nose against his own.
“I don’t want you down south,” John laughed. “I want you right here.” John grabbed Andrew’s waist and pressed him against his inner thigh so he could feel his erection. He gave Andrew a little peck on the lips and drew away, laughing like a twelve year old.
“That’s all! You pulled me from under the covers for that!” Andrew said, pinning John’s shoulders to the mattress. “You little weasel, what kinda kiss what that?” Andrew leaned over to John’s face, locking his lips in his. They met like water over ice, bodies swaying and rocking to a secret rhythm only they knew. Andrew held John’s shoulders, not letting the man escape. Not that John would have ever wanted to. He loved Andrew with all his heart and soul, he knew it now and he knew Andrew knew the same thing, except the word Andrew was replaced with the word John. When Andrew finally released John because of a lack of air, he beamed down, hair loosing it’s normal spiked style and hanging down in his face.
“I love you,” John said quietly. Just for Andrew and Andrew alone to hear.
“I love you, too.” Andrew let his arms relax, falling on top of John. He rested his head on John’s chest again, cradling his lover in his arms. “That’s why I want you to meet my friends.”
“You want me... To meet... Your friends?” John repeated slowly.
“Yeah. What?”
“Well, are they... Are they going to accept me?”
Andrew put a finger to John’s lips. He crossed his blue eyes looking at it which made Andrew giggle.
“I accepted you, didn’t I?”
“Well, duh, but you can’t be the voice of their revolution, can you?”
“No, you’re right, I can’t. But you can’t blame me for being a positive son of a bitch, can you?” John grabbed Andrew in a tight embrace, loving the contact of their skin once again.
“No, no, I certainly can’t. But I don’t want to impose. I don’t want to be integrated into the group and not be welcome for *me*.”
“Don’t worry, John, you’ll fit. You’ll be welcome for you once they find out how you is, trust me, okay?”
“I trust you. It’s *them* that I don’t trust.”
“Is it Spike?”
“No! I don’t care about fucking Spike, I care about how they’ll treat *you* once they meet *me*. We’re not normal people in love, Andrew, we’re different.”
“We *are* normal people in love.” Andrew put his elbows down at John’s side so he could be more upright. “We are. And if they can’t see that, fuck them.”
“Don’t be picking up on my bad language skills.”
“A little to late for that. Among your many numerous, riveting, pleasure causing skills...” Andrew wiggled his hips against John’s for the effect.
“But... How can you know?”
“I know the very same way this,” Andrew ran his fingers down the length of John’s penis, causing it to spring to life. “Knew I was yours.”
“No, you can’t-”
“I do.”
“When did you get so wise and stubborn?”
“I believe that was when I started fucking you.” John smacked Andrew in the back of the head. “When I started making sweet tender love to you.”
“There, that’s better. Less crude and involving much less moaning.”
“But we had a lot of moaning-”
“Don’t you start. You clean up that mouth before I’m forced to wash it out with soap and water.”
“That would be fun. If you wash other parts with soup and water, too!” Andrew squeaked eagerly causing John to break into a smile.
“Come here you.” John flipped Andrew onto his back and sent gentle kisses along the curve of his neck. The two fit together like the perfect gloves, melding in complete harmony, like yin and yang except less opposite.
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Andrew walked up the front steps of 1620 Revello Drive and knocked on the door. “Come on John, don’t be a chicken ass.” John followed Andrew, taking each step as if it were his last. Andrew spread out his fingers, intwining them with John’s as he climbed the steps. Dawn answered the door, making her neutral face.
“Andrew, you know you can just come in any old time.”
“Knew. Wanted to be polite. Dawn, John, John, Dawn. Dawn is Buffy’s sister and John is my half-demon boyfriend.” Dawn smiled warmly. Andrew figured it was because of John’s good looks, but he didn’t feel hurt at all. John was a cutie.
“Hey, John. Half-demon, huh? Oh, don’t worry, we only slay the bad kind. You’re not a bad kind, right?” Dawn said chipperly.
“No, I don’t... Andrew, am I a bad kind?” Andrew brought their intwined hands to his mouth and kissed them.
“Not at all.” Dawn smiled and stepped out of the way, letting the boys enter. Andrew gave John a little push and he reluctantly stepped into the house. Dawn laughed.
“Don’t worry, not all of us bite.”
“Not all of you?”
“Most of us aren’t biters by nature. Though there are some of Buffy’s fighting moves... Those are the ones she’s need to good looked at.” John smiled nervously. Andrew slid his arms around his waist, putting his chin on his shoulder, rocking them both back and forth.
“Don’t be so concerned, baby. No one’s going to kill you.”
“Death isn’t so much what I’m concerned about.”
“You guys want for Dawn to leave?” Dawn thumbed to the kitchen. “Because that wouldn’t be a-”
“Oh, no, no, no.” John craned his back, lifting Andrew’s hands off his waist. “That’s not necessary. Andrew just is prone to... Get off me!” Andrew pulled his hands to his sides like a Roman soldier.
“All righty... then...”
“Ave Ventura. Highly underrated movie, that one,” Andrew commented.
“Yeah, I like When Nature Calls better than Pet Detective, personally.”
“Nah. Nature Calls was all cleaned up and for kids,” Andrew argued.
“Considering I don’t know what either one of you are talking about...” John blinked, feeling like an outsider. That very feeling was the reason he hadn’t wanted to come meet Andrew’s “friends”. He could just tell by the way Dawn was looking at Andrew there was something more than what Andrew had told him.
“Oh, I’m sorry. We’ll rent them sometime, huh? Maybe Dawn could come over and watch ‘em too?” Dawn nodded for the effect, knowing she would only come over for John and not for Andrew. “Come on, let’s meet Willow and Xander and Buffy and the girls and Spike and Giles.” Andrew counted on his fingers making sure he didn’t leave anyone out.
“The girls?”
“Potential Slayers,” Dawn clarified.
“Oh, right, you told me about them,” John said, gazing at Andrew and then returning focus to Dawn. Dawn led Andrew and John into the kitchen where the original Slayer gang including Spike were gathered around Buffy’s battle tactics.
“Uh, guys?” Dawn squeaked. Everyone looked up, most curiously, Buffy agitatedly. “This is John... He’s Andrew’s... Yeah.”
Xander blinked. “Andrew’s what now?”
“Boyfriend,” John nodded. Xander looked down at his hands in shame.
“I knew that,” he offered.
“Yeah, that’s great and all, but we really don’t have time to be wasting with this-”
“Don’t be silly, Buff. I’m Willow, John. How are you?” Willow stood up and offered her hand for John to shake. He took it, beaming. Andrew had told him that Willow was a lesbian and also a witch. It was no wonder she had been the first one to go out of her way to make him feel welcome.
“I’m... good. Little nervous, but I suppose that can be expected.”
“The only people you should be nervous around are the Potentials. They’re kinda... rowdy and loud and girly and also teenagers and they have nothing to fight and... Yeah, it’s just all bad,” Willow rambled.
“’Ello,” Giles said, waving. “Any friend of Andrew’s can be considered as a friend of ours.”
“Considered as?” John gulped.
“I believe that was a Giles’ joke. Since there are so few, I think you should make note,” Willow laughed.
“Yeah, well, I’ll let you guys meet. I’ll be back, I really, really, really have to urinate,” Andrew said, smiling at John as he left. He headed up the stairs and toward the bathroom, but Spike headed him off first.
“Spike... How did you... get up here?”
“Stairs.”
“Yeah, but I would have noticed you come up,” Andrew said.
“Been up here awhile... Don’t know what the bleeding fuck you’re talking about, but all right. This John guy, is he your boyfriend?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh. Innit that nice?”
“Sure. If you don’t mind I have to get passed you to pee,” Andrew replied, trying to swivel around the vampire, but he banged his fist against the wall, inches away from Andrew’s face.
“You two been fucking?”
“I don’t really think that’s any of your business, let me through!”
“I think it is my business. You dropped me like a hot potato didn’t you?”
“Not like a hot potato! Like a cold... potato.”
“Yeah, point is, what if I don’t wanna be dropped in the bin? Ever think of that?”
“Yeah, I did. And I figured you didn’t play left field!”
“And what if I do? Huh? Ever think of that, queer boy?”
“Yeah, with that last add in, I’m thinking this conversation isn’t worth having. Let me through, Spike.”
“Huh. Having your little prick in a bloke makes you think you’re all tough, does it? Let me tell you something, Andy, you haven’t even tasted danger yet.” Spike kept his arm up but inched closer to Andrew. Andrew could feel the cold radiating off his body, feel those blue eyes he had loved so much before stare into him with a hatred he had never seen before. He took a few steps back, but Spike grabbed his arm and forced Andrew into him.
“Hey, listen. I’m not sure I want to do this, can I just go to the bathroom?”
“I don’t care what you want.” Spike grabbed Andrew’s other arm and pinned him to the wall. Andrew struggled, but the vampire’s grip was too strong. the harder he struggled, the more his wrists bruised. Spike smiled, eyes flashing yellow and teeth shining like ivory, slightly sharper than before.
“Let me go! Let me go!” Andrew struggled madly, twisting and writhing. Spike dug his nails into Andrew, causing blood to spring from the gashes. Spike intwined hands with him and brought their hands up to his mouth. Andrew watched in horror as he licked the blood off Andrew’s wrists. His tongue moved like an artisan, sending every pleasant sensation Andrew had ever felt down his spine. Andrew felt his pants tighten and he couldn’t help but look down and see his erection. He groaned. Spike knew good and well his “boy” was wide awake. Andrew writhed again, kicking Spike in the shins. Spike snarled and lifted Andrew off his feet, ramming him hard into the wall. Andrew felt blood rush out of his head. He was beating Spike knew too and when Andrew slid down to his ass, Spike picked him up by the shoulders of his shirt and turned him around, licking the part of his scalp were the warm, red liquid was oozing out. Andrew could *feel* Spike’s face turn, somewhere in his gut he knew that Spike was in vampire face.
Spike gently kissed the back of Andrew’s neck, sending pleasant shivers and shivers of cold down Andrew’s spine. he arched his back, trying to escape the feel of Spike’s erection digging into his ass. Spike snarled and grabbed his Andrew’s hips, forcing them against his own. Spike dropped one hand, wrapping the other arm completely around Andrew’s waist, Spike’s elbow digging into one end of his hips, Spike fingers digging in on the other side. He heard a rustling and looked down. Spike’s pants were now around Spike’s ankles. Andrew gulped. He felt Spike’s freezing cold fingers wiggle their way under the waistline of his pants, tugging them down slowly. Finally they fell. Spike wrapped his lips around Andrew’s ear. “This will only hurt for a minute,” he whispered.
Andrew felt his cold fingers caress his bare hips, whispering more than the words had. His fingertips danced in a song even John could never sing for Andrew. Andrew shivered, but he didn’t tear away from Spike. He couldn’t tear away from Spike. He let Spike butter him up with kisses and little nips here and there, his teeth leaving scrapes Andrew could barely feel until Spike started sucking at them, moaning and grunting in satisfaction. Andrew shuttered and arched his back into Spike. Spike laughed. “Ready for the main event are we then?” Andrew moaned in answer, grabbing Spike’s bare ass, pushing the vampire against him.
“Please,” Andrew begged, nearly crashing to his knees in ecstasy. He was lost. In yet another story. Spike was so very near assaulting him. Andrew didn’t know exactly what Spike was doing, but he knew good and well this wasn’t about Andrew as a person. It may not even be about Andrew’s body. But Andrew couldn’t help it. He had always dreamt of *this* passion. *This* fire. The fire only Spike could lead him to. The fire only their intwined bodies could bring. The fire that could consume only them. Andrew loved John, with all his heart, but he loved Spike with every inch of his being. He quivered for Spike. Spike never had to touch him and Andrew was launched into a galaxy far, far away, full of pleasure. Spike smiled. He grabbed Andrew’s hips, steadied him, and inserted two fingers into his anus, making sure he could get his cock in. When he loosened Andrew up, he shoved his whole length inside him with one swift movement. Andrew screamed at the top of his lungs, feeling everything he had carried for months lift off his shoulders, out his mouth, and into the air escaping his lungs. Spike rocked Andrew against him, face scrunched up into a look of pain, but one of pleasure too. Andrew moaned, wrapping his arms around Spike’s neck, rocking his ass against the blonde vampire. Spike banged Andrew against a wall, his arms breaking through the plaster, grabbing the wooden beams inside, rocking Andrew in at an insane pace. Andrew felt the orgasm build in him, he grabbed the back of Spike’s neck, nails digging in, the vampires blood flowing in between his fingers and down his arms. His body went through the most violent spasm it had ever been exposed to. He looked like he was having a seizure against Spike, skin twitching, body flailing, eyes rolling up in his head, sweat pouring in buckets down his face. He came all over himself, but he barely noticed. Spike covered Andrew’s mouth.
“Now for the best part,” Spike whispered into Andrew’s neck. And Andrew felt Spike dig into his neck. It was the most powerful experience of his life. He felt all the life drain out of him in a couple quick gulps, he had lost so much blood already. He spasmed against Spike again, this time even *more* intensely. Andrew wasn’t sure his body could take much more of this. And it didn’t have to. Andrew fell nearly lifeless into Spike’s arms. He felt something coppery forced into his mouth. It was Spike’s mouth. “Drink.” Andrew swallowed down the substance, taking all the energy he had not to barf it back up. Andrew closed his eyes, his body cold. Spike wiped his bloodied mouth, snorted, and pulled up his pants, buckling his belt. “Job well done.” He grabbed Andrew’s ankles and pulled him down the stairs, lifeless head hitting the stair hard and repetitively. Andrew’s body just flopped around, dead. Spike lapped up the trail of blood spilling on the floor so not to alert the Slayer. He threw the corpse down the basement stairs. He would deal with his offspring later. Right now, he had a Slayer to court.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Andrew’s eyes snapped open and the first thing he saw with his new, yellow eyes, was Spike’s grinning face. “Hello, cutie.”
THE END
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