Title: Beautiful Blue Eyes

Author: Salustra

E-mail: goddess_salustra@juno.com

Pairing: Spike/ Andrew

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Missing scene fic from BtVS Season 7: Touched. Andrew is initiated by Spike while they spend the night in the mission.

DISTRIBUTION: Various lists and Wierd Romance RP- BtVS/Ats RP http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance . Anyplace else is fine, just let us know where it is going.

Spoilers: Through Ats Season 5: Damage. The story ends with an actual scene from the episode.

Disclaimer: I don't own Spike or Andrew or anything else from ME… though I really wish I could.

Distribution: Go ahead. I'd like to know where it's going if you can drop me a line.

Feedback: Please? E-mail to goddess_salustra@juno.com


Beautiful Blue Eyes
By Salustra

Andrew and Spike are waiting inside the candlelit interior room of the mission. Andrew is lying on the floor on his belly, leaning up on his elbows, propping his head up on his hand, and swinging his feet together like a little boy. Spike is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall with his knees bent up, and his arms resting on his knees.

Andrew says in a sing-song voice, "I spy with my little eye something that begins with a `T.'"

Spike replies, rolling his eyes, "Tapestry."

Andrew smiles. "Hey, good one. How did you…"

Spike interrupts Andrew. "Tapestry's the only thing in the whole bloody room."

Andrew says, "Ah...so say you, but I say look deeper." He rolls over onto his back, looking at the ceiling.

Spike growls, "I'll look deep into your jugular is what I'll look at."

Andrew says, "Don't spazz out."

"I'm not…" Spike glares at Andrew. "Don't say another word."

Andrew rolls back on his belly, looks at Spike with child-like enthusiasm. "Rock, paper, scissors?"

Spike says, "What's the matter with you? Don't you understand what's happening?"

Andrew says, "Uh...yeah. We're waiting here till it's night again so you can ride on your motorcycle without exploding."

Spike says, "And every minute we're stuck here, the slayer's out there facing hell knows what."

Andrew shrugs. "Come on. What's the worst thing that could happen to her?"

Spike glares at Andrew. He snarls. "That's IT!" and pounces forward, landing on top on Andrew. They begin rolling around on the floor, Spike crushing and shaking him.

Then, suddenly, he stops rolling. He is on top of Andrew, and Andrew's jean-covered erection is rubbing against him. Almost against his will, his own cock responds. He looks into Andrew's blue eyes.

Spike thinks, *Does he always look at me like that? Such raw desire? And how did I never notice his eyes were so damn blue? *

* Oh, god….he can feel my hard-on. This is so embarrassing. He's going to think I'm a dork. I can't help it that he's so good-looking and sexy and dangerous and oh my god he's hard too. Why is he looking at me like that? * Andrew thinks.

Spike stays there, unmoving, as Andrew pants and stares back at him. Then, ever so slowly, he lowers his mouth and connects with Andrew's. The kiss is gentle at first, then grows more insistent. His tongue moves in to explore and plunder Andrew's mouth. Andrew responds…his own tongue begins tentative moves…and his arms move to wrap around Spike's neck.

* He tastes sweet, like a young woman. * Spike thinks.

Andrew thinks, *Oh my god he's actually kissing me! I can't believe it! This is really some dream, it's not really happening. *

Spike pulls back. He strokes Andrew's hair. He lowers his head and whispers in his ear. "Have you ever done this before?"

Andrew's heart sinks. * He's not going to do it `cause I'm a virgin. * With a sob in his voice, he says, "No."

"Do you want to do this? Are you sure?"

"Ohgod yes, Spike. Please." Andrew begs, with a pleading whine in his voice.

"Good. Don't talk too much or I may change my mind."

That cuts a little but Andrew bravely decides to ignore it. He can take a little abuse to have this.

Spike starts unbuttoning Andrew's shirt. Andrew starts shaking from nervousness and anticipation. * Ohgod ohgod this is going to happen! * Spike sees the shaking and stops. He strokes Andrew's hair again. "Shhhhh, shhhhhh, it's ok. I'll be gentle I promise. I won't do this if you're afraid."

Andrew shouts, "Not afraid! Not afraid! I'm only afraid I'll do something and screw this up and you'll stop!"

"I'm not going to stop, Andrew…not as long as you really want it." Spike's voice is gentle and even.

"Yeah, but you're just doing it out of pity, and I don't wanna screw up and make you stop."

Spike takes Andrew's hand and moves it down to his crotch. "Feel that. Does * that * feel like pity? I just suddenly noticed you… really saw you…that delicate skin, those blue eyes, that kissable mouth…and I wanted you."

As Spike talks, as Andrew feels the rock-hard erection, his shaking slowly stops. He takes several deep breaths. "Ok. Can…can I kiss you?"

Spike nods.

Andrew pulls his face up to Spike's, and kisses him. Inexpertly at first, but then he seems to get the hang of what he is doing. His tongue flicks out to lick and probe into Spike's mouth. Spike tastes of whiskey and cigarettes and the bright copper taste of blood. He keeps kissing until he has to stop for breath, and falls back, panting. *Now it seems real. *

Spike goes back to unbuttoning Andrew's shirt. He kisses and licks at the exposed skin as he works his way down his chest, and onto his stomach. Andrew gets harder and harder as Spike's mouth gets closer to his erection.

Spike stops as he reaches the last button, and then peels the shirt back. With Andrew's help, he slips it off. Then he smiles, and puts Andrew's hands on his own shirt. "Take it off me," he says.

Andrew breathes deep again and lifts the shirt slowly up and over Spike's head. Spike's gloriously sculpted pectorals and abs are revealed to his sight. He runs his hands over them, unable to stop himself. He does this for a while until Spike grabs his hands. *He doesn't want me touching him * thinks Andrew for a moment, until Spike guides his hand down to his belt buckle. "The pants next," Spike says.

Andrew begins to hyperventilate. Spike leans forward to capture his lips and kisses him, robbing him of breath. He only lets him go when he has to gasp for air. "Now stop that. *Calm * down. We've got all night and I can keep stopping as often as I have to."

Andrew nods. His shaking hands start to work on Spike's belt buckle, then remove the belt. Then he unzips the jeans. He is a bit shocked when it turns out Spike is wearing nothing underneath the jeans, and the smooth whitish-purplish flesh of Spike's cock gleams in the candlelight. With Spike's help he eases the jeans down and off, and all of Spike's alabaster body is exposed to his gaze. His eyes are drawn to that erect cock, unable to resist devouring it with his eyes. He has never seen another male erect before.

"It's ok. Go ahead and touch." Spike says.

Andrew reaches out and gingerly touches the shaft with the tip of his finger. The skin is so soft. He gasps. Then he carefully wraps his fingers around the shaft and gives a few hesitant strokes. "Can I…can I…oh hell. I'm just gonna." He quickly lowers his head and engulfs the head of Spike's shaft in his mouth. Spike gasps and hisses at the unexpected contact.

"Ahhhhhh….yesssss. That's gooooooood."

Andrew takes more and more of Spike into his mouth, until he hits the back of his throat, and the gag reflex kicks in. He chokes and pulls back. "Oh god, I'm sorry," he says, as he flushes scarlet and tears hit his eyes. "I can't do anything right…"

Spike cuts him off. "It's fine, Andrew. Really. You've never done it before. I *certainly * wasn't even expecting what you did do. And if you really want to, I'll show you how. Like now."

His hands move down to Andrew's pants, and begin working. Before long Andrew is just in a set of boxers. Spike's hands move to pull them off as well. Then Andrew is naked. His hard cock stands at attention.

"Here. Lay back, but prop up on your elbows so you can watch. Now I can pull some tricks you can't cause—vampire, no gag reflex, no need to breathe. But this is the basics. You started just fine. But swirl your tongue around a bit, and pay attention to the slit. Like this."

He lowers his mouth to Andrew's cock and demonstrates. Andrew's eyes roll back and he gasps and moans.

Spike pulls back. "Now the gag reflex thing….takes practice. Gotta learn to relax. Practice on a hot dog or a zucchini or something. Until then, only take in what will fit comfortably in your mouth. Be careful not to touch it with teeth. Once you are down, apply suction, use your tongue, and start bobbing up and down. Breathe through your nose. And when they cum…swallow. That is if you ever want a repeat. You'll get used to the taste and even like it in time. Now…I've got no gag reflex, and I don't have to breathe. So I can suck down all the way and swallow your dick and maintain fantastic suction on it. Do you want me to?"

"Yes, please. Oh yes…"

And Spike lowers his head and gets to work. Andrew is surprisingly well-hung for such a small man, but Spike engulfs him with ease born of long practice and no gag reflex. He swallows, taking him into his throat. Andrew mewls and gasps. His thighs are already tensing. Spike knows he won't last long.

Spike begins to bob slowly up and down, wanting to make this last as long as possible. Andrew clenches his hands. The sensations are overwhelming. * Ohgod ohgod ohgod I'm gonna cum and this will all be over too damn quick no no no think of something else…can't sexy vampire man sucking cock ohgod I'm cumming! * He cums hard, screaming, "Spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike!" He beats his fists onto the floor and collapses. Spike swallows his cum and slowly sucks Andrew's cock clean. He finally removes his mouth and then goes to kiss Andrew and stroke his hair. Andrew is crying.

"What are you crying for, beautiful boy?" Spike asks, worried.

" `Cause it's over. The most wonderful thing that ever happened in my life and it's over!" *He called me `beautiful boy'? *

"Not if you're not ready for it to be over. There's something else we can do, if you want to. Something else I can teach you."

"Sure. You mean," he gulps. "anal sex?"

"I like calling it buggerin', if I'm rude, or making love, if I'm being sweet. Do you want to?"

Andrew's eyes widen. "Will it hurt?"

"Some. I won't lie. But I guarantee it will feel really good before it is over. *Really * good."

Andrew ponders. "Yeah. I want to."

Spike retrieves his duster and pulls a tube of KY from an inner pocket. "Boy Scout I am—always prepared."

Andrew giggles.

"Now… onto your stomach." Spike says. Andrew obediently rolls over as Spike positions himself. He moves between Andrew's legs. He squeezes a glop of lube onto his index finger. "This will be cold, my boy…can't be helped. It's not like I have any real body heat to warm it." Andrew gasps in shock all the same as the cold lube, along with the finger, enters his nether passage. It's not far, just enough to start working it in, but it's a new and shocking experience for Andrew. "Relax. This is not going to work if you tense up like that." Spike's voice is warm and soothing. Eventually the lube starts to warm, and Andrew slowly forces himself to relax. Spike's finger slowly slides a little deeper, a bit at a time. Andrew whimpers a bit.

"Am I hurting you?"

"No. Not really. Just…kinda overwhelmed. Don't stop though."

Finally the finger is all the way in, and then Spike starts moving it in and out, brushing Andrew's prostate as he does. *Stars, ohgod I just saw stars and there's explosions in my brain. I have never felt anything this good ever. *

Then the finger is removed, and Andrew whimpers again. "No…please more."

Spike chuckles. "Just lubing the other finger. We're not nearly done yet. This is just the preparation."

Andrew's eyes widen. "It gets better?"

"Yes. It does." Then suddenly two fingers together start pushing into Andrew, and he whimpers and mewls. They are stretching him now, and there is somewhat more pain with the pleasure, but still the contact with his prostate is like lightning in his brain. The fingers twist, and as he is stretched the pain recedes and the pleasure increases. He can sense how incredibly gentle and patient Spike is being with him. He doesn't know if he could have managed this so nicely with a raging hard-on wanting attention. But then Spike is what…over a hundred years more experienced. Spike's other hand is stroking his back and brushing lightly over his ass, and Andrew is in heaven.

Then the two fingers leave. Spike applies a little more lube to the head of his cock, and positions himself carefully at the entrance to Andrew's ass. "This is the moment of truth, my beautiful boy. This will hurt…no candy coating. But it's the gateway to the pleasure. So make it easy on yourself and make yourself relax. And if you don't want this, now is the time to speak up. Last chance, my dear virgin boy."

*Oh my god, he called me `my beautiful boy' again. And he's kidding, right? This close and I'm going to stop now? Like I'll ever get this chance again. *

"I'm ready." He forces himself to relax as much as he can. He wants this soooo badly.

Spike begins pushing forward, slow and steady. There is pain, and Andrew is tempted to clamp down, but resists. And finally, the tight ring of muscle gives way with a painful *pop * and Spike is inside him. Andrew's eyes fill with tears and he swallows a small unmanly shriek. Spike stops. He leans forward, and his velvet-smooth cool skin brushes Andrew's and makes his skin prickle. He whispers, "Good boy. That's the worst of it, I promise. The very worst. The rest I can take as slow as we need to." Andrew nods his understanding, not trusting his voice.

Spike stays where he is, laying touching Andrew's back, and only moves forward an inch at a time, pausing each time to let Andrew adjust and relax. At least he is fully sheathed inside Andrew. "We're there. Now the real fun begins," he coos.

He begins to thrust in and out, taking care to angle himself to stroke the prostate. He wants Andrew to remember this fondly always. Not the brutal treatment he himself received in the clutches of Angelus for his virgin indoctrination in the arts of love. He kisses Andrew on the nape of the neck, and kisses and licks and sucks his neck and shoulders and back as he moves in and out.

Andrew moans. "Ohgod I never imagined it could be like this. I can die now. Really. This is too much. I mean I thought about it but I didn't know… couldn't know…"

"Shhhh. Shush, my lovely boy. Don't talk so much. Enjoy it. This is your one and only first time. Don't miss it talking." *It can only be because he reminds me so much of William. I don't want him to hurt. I want him to have something to treasure. *

Andrew relaxes even more at Spike's soothing tone, and he resorts to moans and animal sounds of pleasure. He maps this in his mind, determined to remember every second of this. He is hard again from the pleasure.

Spike moves faster now, and he moves his hand around and underneath to stroke Andrew's cock. They are now both fast approaching orgasm. He moves harder and faster and harder and faster, and then they both tip over the edge and the world explodes for a moment. And then there is stillness. Utter stillness, from Spike, who has no need to breathe, and the steady rhythmic panting of Andrew.

Then Spike moves, laying on his side, pulling Andrew to him face to face, stroking his hair and pressing against him. He grabs his precious duster and covers them. "Sleep now. You are tired."

*How does he know? Never mind. Feels good…getting slee… * Andrew falls into a deep sleep as Spike watches over him.

Then Andrew is being shaken. Spike is already dressed and wearing his duster. " `Bout time to go," he says.

As Andrew dresses, Spike comes over to him. He crouches and takes his face in his hands. "Andrew. This stays here. This was beautiful and precious and I meant every word and every action, but I can't treat you any differently when we leave."

Andrew nods. " `Cause of Buffy, right?"

"Yeah, mostly."

"I understand." Andrew was already folding this experience away into a little treasure chest in his heart and mind to keep forever.



MONTHS LATER, AT WOLFRAM AND HART:

Andrew says, "Spike?" He sets down his pipe. *It's a dream. This can't be really happening. *

Spike is floored. "Oh, for the love of…"

Andrew stands. "Spike?"

He moves quickly toward Spike, and places his hands on Spike's shoulders. "It's you. It's really you!"

*At least someone is happy to see me * thinks Spike.

Andrew hugs Spike, sobbing. "My therapist thought I was holding onto false hope, but... I knew you'd come back." *You couldn't stay gone, my beautiful lover. *

*They're all looking at me. I should push him away, appearances and all. But I just can't. I wish they weren't here and I could hug him and welcome him proper. *

Andrew sniffles, and he releases Spike from the hug and looks into his eyes. "You're like... you're like Gandalf the White, resurrected from the pit of the Balrog," He touches his palms to Spike's face. "More beautiful than ever."

*Those eyes are still so damn blue. * thinks Spike.

He hugs Spike tightly around the neck. "Ohh... he's alive, Frodo." He says, sobbing, "He's alive."



END