thismaz | Bewitched, Chapter 5

Title: Bewitched, Chapter 5
Pairing: S/X
Rating: Essentially PG for this chapter. Touches of NC-17 soon. I seem to be really stretching this out. *g*
Summary: When Valentine's Day arrives, Dru dips her finger in the brew and gives it a stir.
Word Count: 1,680
Betaed by

sparrow2000 and DJ, with many thanks. Thanks also to Sparrow for her help with conflabbing on plot twists and forms.
Comments: Are greatly appreciated, loved and cherished.
Disclaimer: here.

Prologue here, with a link to the other chapters, or you can find the whole thing, in reverse order, in tags.

Chapter 5

Spike had managed to struggle out of his coat and red silk shirt while Xander was having his little panic attack in the bathroom, and his chair was now next to the coffee table, which held a couple of large stem glasses and a glass jug of what looked like pale orange juice. Spike, himself, was leaning over in his chair, tugging at his bootlaces where they crossed each other down the front of his left foot, and pulling the sides of his boot apart, to loosen it. The laces on his other boot were already undone, the ends dangling across the floor. Xander paused in the doorway to admire the smooth curve of his back. He was thin, but the tight t-shirt he wore clung to the clearly defined muscles of his shoulders. His arms bulged in all the right places and, from what Xander could see, his slim legs were similarly well defined, even if he couldn't use them at the moment. As Xander watched, he shifted his hands, one gripping his ankle, the other at the back of his boot, and tried to pull his foot free. It looked awkward and he gave a soft curse, his voice betraying his frustration.

Snapping out of his trance, Xander hurried forward. "Hey, let me do that," he said.

Spike raised cold, yellow eyes, snarling, "I don't want bloody help. I want to be able to do it myself."

Xander froze, shocked as much by the sudden realisation that Spike was dangerous, as by the surge of helpless emotion that washed through him at his first clear sight of Spike's gameface. Spike was beautiful in his human form, but in gameface, he was awesome.

Spike's features melted back to smoothness and he sat upright with a sigh. "I'm sorry, love," he said. "Take no notice of me. I just hate having to rely on other people. It's not my nature." He held his hand out to Xander. "Come here," he added, his voice soft again. Cautiously, Xander went to him and took the offered hand. Spike's grip was firm, but gentle, as he slowly tugged at Xander to get him to bend down and planted a kiss on Xander's lips. "If you would help me get these blasted boots off, I'd be eternally grateful," he offered, adding with a sly grin, "and that's not an idle promise, from a vampire."

Xander grinned back and knelt on the floor in front of Spike's chair. He lifted Spike's right foot and tugged the already loosened boot off, peeling away the sock too. Even Spike's feet were beautiful - long, and slim, and pale. He placed that foot back on the rest and lifted the other, to do the same for it. Once it was naked, he rested it on his thigh, cradled in his hands. "Can you wiggle your toes?" he asked.

Spike leant forwards and stared at his foot. After a moment, there was a slight twitch in his big toe and Xander looked up into Spike's face, delighted. "See?" he said. "It moved."

Spike sat back, a broad smile lighting up his features. "Yeah, it did, didn't it? First time that's happened. Means I'm mending. If I try real hard, I think I can almost feel your hands." He shrugged. "'Course, that's probably wishful thinking." He leant forward again and cupped Xander's cheek. "Want to feel you so much, love. Want to feel every inch of you, on every inch of me."

The longing and promise in his voice sent a shiver of heat through Xander's body and he felt the warmth gather in his cock, causing it to swell. "Oh, yeah," he whispered. When Spike's hand slipped around the back of his neck and pulled him up and forward, Xander went with it. He felt Spike's foot slide off his thigh as he rose to his knees, then he was falling forward, one hand landing on Spike's leg, the other on the arm of the chair and they were kissing again.

Spike tilted his head to the side and Xander thought he was going to be swallowed whole, as Spike's mouth took possession of his own. Lips on lips, like mirror images, or as if they were glued together, their mouths opened and Spike's tongue pushed it's way inside, stroking against Xander's, twisting around it and teasing it back into his own mouth. Xander groaned into the kiss, as Spike's other hand came up, so he was holding Xander's head firmly in place. Xander felt his whole body relax. He felt as if his arms were about to cave under his own weight and that only Spike's hands were preventing him from melting into Spike's body, as the kiss went on.

All thought stopped, all care. His momentary panic of a few minutes before was lost and forgotten. All that existed was the sensation of the kiss and the growing heat that ran up and down his spine, until his legs began to shake from the strain placed upon them by the angle he was holding himself at. He ran his hands up Spike's chest to his shoulders, pushing himself away so he could kneel up straight. "Oh, yeah!" he whispered again. Leaning forward once more, he planted a last, swift kiss on the tip of Spike's nose, before pulling back. He still felt dazed. "Tub should be full by now," he managed. "How about we go have that bath?"

Picking up the jug and glasses, Spike sat back in his chair and nodded his head towards the bathroom door. "Whenever you're ready, pet."

Once he'd pushed the chair into the bathroom, Xander considered the problem of how he was going to get Spike into the tub. After playing for time, by relieving Spike of the jug and glasses and setting them within easy reach on the vanity unit, Xander leant down and tugged Spike's t-shirt out of his waistband. "Can't have a bath if you're still dressed," he said.

The t-shirt came off easily, with Spike obligingly lifting his arms so Xander could pull it over his head, but the rest? Xander was still trying to puzzle that one through when Spike reached out, pulled him close and went to work on the buttons of his denim shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and dragging it down his arms.

Another tug had Xander squatting down so that Spike could pull his t-shirt over his head, but once they were both naked from the waist up, he voiced his uncertainty, "Um, Spike?" he suggested. "I think I can lift you. Can you do your jeans, if I do?"

Spike grinned. "That's what you're frowning about, is it?" he asked, running a fingertip over Xander's brow to smooth it. "Not a problem, pet. Here, watch." He undid the button on his jeans and lowered the zip. Bracing his hands on the arms of the chair, he lifted himself bodily off the seat. Xander laughed and moved quickly to slip the jeans over Spike's hips and down his legs, tossing them onto the floor behind him. Then, imitating the move the driver had made outside, he picked Spike up, turned to the tub with Spike held in his arms and gently lowered him into the warm water.

Spike settled back, his arms resting along the rim of the tub. He released a long sigh. "That’s good," he said. He dipped his hands in the water and scooped some up, scrubbing his face, then allowing his hands to run down his neck, onto his chest and further to his groin. Xander's eyes followed their movement. Spike tilted his head against the rim and smiled. "It’s very good. You should try it."

Wrenching his eyes away from Spike's pale cock, its pink button tip just peaking out from its protective foreskin, Xander looked up. Spike had sunk lower into the water, sliding down the slope he was resting against and Xander realised, with a start, that without his legs, he couldn't keep himself in place. Spike seemed to realise the same thing, because he put his arms back on the rim and hauled himself up into a more seated position. "Think you'd better get in,” he said. “If only to stop me slipping under.” He smirked and his voice shifted to flirtatious teasing. “Wouldn't drown, but I don't want to get my hair wet. It'd spoil the 'do and we can't have that." He cast Xander a mischievous smile. "I'm like a sexy, male Dolly Parton - no one sees me less than perfect. Not even you, love."

Gazing at the slim body and the flat, muscular chest in front of him, Xander laughed at the idea that Spike had anything in common with Dolly Parton, and that gave him the impetus to stand up and shimmy out of the rest of his clothes. Stepping quickly into the tub, he sat down facing Spike and hugged his knees. The water came up to his waist.

"Come here, pet," Spike asked, holding out a hand. "Turn around and lean back against me. Stop me slipping under water and let me hold you."

Still feeling slightly embarrassed, Xander wriggled around so his back was to Spike, then he shuffled backwards until he was sitting between Spike's legs, and relaxed, leaning against Spike's chest. One of Spike's arms came around him and gave him a hug.

He felt Spike shift behind him. It sounded like Spike was lifting the jug down off the vanity and putting it on the floor next to the tub. A moment later, the clink of glass against glass was followed by Spike's free hand appearing in front of Xander's face, offering him an orange drink that sparkling with bubbles. "Reckon you're not much of a drinker," Spike whispered, the breath of his words tickling the sensitive skin just behind Xander's ear. "So I made bucks-fizz - champagne and orange juice, since we're celebrating, and all."

Xander took the glass, raised it to his lips and sipped. It was sweet, but not sticky, and the bubbles were familiar. "Mmm, it's good." he said. Xander thought that he could get accustomed to champagne, if it was served like this.

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