Andrew came up the stairs, his mind still swimming and his pants, well not his pants, were gradually sliding off his legs, inch by inch. He tried to pull them up, but it was no use. And he had borrowed clothes from Xander to begin with and he was sure Xander didn’t need a belt, so he wouldn’t even bother asking.
Andrew joined the crew in the kitchen. Buffy regarded Andrew with a sharp, “Where’s Spike?”
“Basement,” Andrew answered simply.
“Xander, go get him?” Xander nodded and went down the stairs. “Okay, girls. I’m going to take Xander and Willow out.” The girls gave her a funny look. “Not that kind of out. We have to do some Scoobs only business. Andrew and Spike are going to stay here and make sure you don’t do things you aren’t supposed to. And Andrew, behave and make sure Spike behaves, okay? Xander should be briefing him right now.” She earned yet another funny look. “On the plan? God, who woulda thought teenagers were so sick minded? Oh wait... All right, Xander, Will, let’s go.” Xander gave a wave and a smile to Andrew, Willow just left. Not that he minded.
“Looks like it’s just you me and a the bunch of prattling bints,” Spike stated. He floffed down on the couch. “You girls gonna give me your usual ‘What’s it for, what’s it feel like, will you stick it me’ crap?” He gave them an eyebrow raise like he was in the mood to do all three of those things.
“Do you have to be so bloody vulgar?” Molly asked, sitting down at his knees like a little slave. Andrew just stood in the doorway, watching him work.
“Not vulgar. Just know why you ask all those dainty questions that aren’t that dainty.”
“Yeah, like I get turned on by white guys who think they’re big shots,” Ronna replied, sitting next to Molly in the same kind of thrall. *He does have that darned sinister attraction,* Andrew thought. The other girls cluttered around. Andrew decided to sit on the couch too.
“Well, I’m done asking questions,” one girl who’s name escaped Andrew said. “I want answers.”
“And how do you ‘spose you’re goin’ come about doing that, love?” Spike asked, his eyebrow raising again.
“A game. A friendly little game of Truth or Dare,” she answered. Spike’s eyebrow never faltered for a second.
“I like that plan!” Kennedy stated, bouncing on her heels.
“No girls kissing girls though!” Ronna directed this comment not only at Kennedy, but at Spike and Andrew, too. All three of them gave a “humph”. “Can’t say the same for guys and guys, however.” All the girls gave evil laughter or innocent giggles, whichever you preferred to call them, they were scary. “And nudity’s okay. Just no asking someone to strip because that’s like... really embarrassing.”
“Sounds like a plan to me. Who’s gonna go first?” Spike asked.
“I will,” Ronna volunteered. “Spike, truth or dare?”
“I figure since I’m going to get some really personal truths playing with a bunch of girls and Andrew (“Hey!” Laughter), dare.” Spike kicked his feet up on the coffee table, the picture of sexiness and relaxedness.
“I dare you to take off your shirt and keep it off for the rest of the game,” Ronna dared. Spike smirked.
“So that’s the kind of game we’re playing then?” He slid his duster off his shoulders and then stood, lifting his shirt off slowly, making sure the girls saw how muscled and well toned and completely and utterly hot he was when he took off his super tight black shirt. The girls all giggled and lost their breath. Andrew got a raging hard on, worse than any. He bit his lip so hard it bled, but at least he didn’t come. Spike sat back down as if nothing had happened, tossing Ronna his shirt and Kennedy his duster, who readily shoved it on. It was mere millimeters away from the floor on her shoulders.
“Okay, my turn. Kennedy, truth or dare?” Spike asked.
“Truth since you’ll make me nude the rest of the game,” she answered, glaring at him.
“Truer words have never been said. Okay, have you ever had lesbian sex with Willow?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Answer it or get a forfeit decided by me.”
“Fine, yes, okay? I have.” The girls all giggled. “My turn. Andrew, truth or dare?”
Andrew gulped. “Um... Dare?”
“I dare you to French kiss Spike.”
“F-french kiss who?” Kennedy pointed at Spike. “Do I have to?”
“Unless you want to run naked through the streets yelling you’ve been raped by a gorilla?”
“Fine. I hate you.” Andrew loved her. He was so ecstatic that that was the dare she chose. He turned to the shirtless Spike who was neither exited nor appalled. Andrew’s hard on was gone, but it was ready to spring the second his skin connected with Spike’s. Andrew leaned in, feeling complete cold radiate off Spike’s dead body. He put his hands on his outer thighs, leaned closer to his face and put his lips against Spike’s. He felt all the thought flow out of his brain. He felt all the life drain out of him. He felt all his defensive walls crumbling down around his ears and he felt naked and alone and scared, but the second he met Spike’s cold tongue with his own warm one, he felt warm and safe and happy and free and full and complete. He moved his arms to rest on Spike’s shoulders, rocking his head to an unseen rhythm. Andrew closed his eyes, loosing himself in the moment. He was only interrupted by Kennedy’s, “Damn, that’s hot.”
Andrew moved away, clinging to the spit that still stuck to his lips from Spike’s mouth. Surprisingly, his pants were dry and his hard on was still gone. Andrew looked at the floor, waiting for Spike to react. “This game is over,” he said coldly, not looking at Andrew. “Hope you all had fun because it’s never going to happen again.” And he left, still shirtless and not bothering to get his shirt from Ronna or his duster from Kennedy. Andrew watched him disappear into the corner, tears welling in his eyes, his heart broken in two. He stared at the space he had occupied long after he was gone. The girls were silent, not knowing what had happened and what to say. Kennedy sat down next to Andrew and grabbed his hand in hers.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah. I’m fine. I’ll be... fine.”
“You like him?”
“No, I love him.”
“You do? You think so?”
Andrew shook his head. “ I don’t know. I just don’t know.” He stared and stared at the basement door, hoping Spike would come up, but he never did.
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