Title: Bit On The Side
Author: Moonloon
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No one has noticed he's paler than usual. That's good. Andrew rubs the marks on his hip that Spike left and smiles. Spike hadn't wanted to feed from him, but had done it anyway after Andrew said please. Not a lot of blood, just enough to give both of them a little buzz and warm Spike up.

Andrew needed Spike to be warm. That way he could forget he was being fucked by a dead person. 

Andrew wasn't sure why they'd started it. He'd been watching Xander doing something with a bit of wood and Spike's drawl had slid out of the shadows and punched him in the gut.

"He's not interested, you know."

"What?"

"In fucking you."

Which Andrew had known really. Just like he'd known that Warren didn't love him. Reality didn't hold all that much appeal though, so he mostly ignored it. Only... it was hard to ignore reality when it was grinning in your face and breathing the smell of pig's blood and whisky over you.

"I don't... that's... go away, Spike." Andrew tried to sound dismissive, but it came out whiny and defensive. As usual. Shit.

And after that, Spike had started standing too close and touching him when no one else was looking. Whispering obscene little things in his ear as they passed in the hall. Then one night Andrew woke up with a cold hand over his mouth and sharp teeth grazing his neck. He'd closed his eyes and let Spike do what he wanted. It turned out that Spike wanted active participation, so Andrew spent three exhausting hours sweating, moaning and coming. It had been a revelation.

So now when there's a lull in the fighting, and the house is quiet, Andrew waits for Spike. Not that he's thinking of Spike much while they're together. He used to think of Warren. Warren was a safe fantasy, because he was unobtainable. The dead don't fuck.

Well, unless they're vampires, of course.

Now he thinks of Xander, and that's not safe at all. He doesn't want to hope that that could be real, because hoping he and Warren could be real had got him fucked over royally, and not in the good way. He can't help it though. Spike behind him, thrusting in hard, at just the right angle, and they're trying to be quiet, and it's just so easy to forget reality. He isn't being fucked by a vampire on an old mattress in the utility room, he's in Xander's apartment, in Xander's bed and Xander loves him.

Then Spike comes, moaning Buffy's name, and the spell is broken.

So far he's managed not to say anyone's name as he comes. He's good at being quiet during sex. Spike isn't. Spike is used to grand passion, and loud nasty sex. Andrew thinks being quiet makes it more intense. He doesn't know what Spike thinks about it. He suspects Spike isn't really thinking much at all. Spike might have a soul now, but he's still governed by the 'I want' mentality he had as a vampire.

Spike wants Buffy, but he can't have her, so he'll take the next willing hole. Which would depress the Hell out of Andrew if he let it. But another thing Andrew is good at is not thinking about things that make him feel bad. So he'll sit and watch Star Trek with Xander and rub those little marks and smile.