Fic: The Boy Next Door: Call Me Crazy, Xander/Spike, BtVS, Prompt - 41 Asylum

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Title: Call Me Crazy
Series: The Boy Next Door
Pairing: Spike/Xander, mentions of Ethan/Giles
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Prompt: 41 - Asylum
Spoilers: None, all human AU
Warnings: Underage, manipulation, dark!fic, daddy!kink, overall dirty!bad!wrongness.
Summary: Xander needs some help but Spike decides to help himself to Xander.
Word Count: 1,672

Previous Parts.

Thanks to _sharvie_ for the lovely banner beneath the cut.






Call Me Crazy

"I would like a cup of coffee."

"J'aimerais une tasse au café."

"No! Try again."

"J'aimerais une tasse de café?"

"Very good. I would like a glass of milk."

"J'aimerais un verre de...leche?"

"Leche? Jesus, Xander where is your brain today?!"

The younger boy slumped onto his beat up couch. He was having a very bad day. Spike had come over way too early on Sunday morning, ten a.m., for crying out loud, and insisted that they needed to start working on Xander's worst subject; French. They had been drilling vocabulary words and phrases for nearly an hour and the exhausted boy was ready to give up.

Thrusting his fingers into his sable locks, Xander sighed before looking at Spike. "Did I do something wrong, Spike? You're acting all snappy and jittery today."

The blond boy stopped his pacing and turned to face the pleading boy. "I'm sorry, Xander," he apologized. "It's just...never mind. You don't really want to know."

"I do," Xander pleaded, sitting up eagerly. "I'd like to help, if I can."

Spike turned and studied him for several long seconds. Xander squirmed under the intense gaze. He'd felt that stare before, still amazed at how much it felt like a physical touch.

"You don't know what you're asking."

Xander smiled, feeling like he'd won some small victory. "Try me."

"I'm worked up, is all," Spike began to explain as he resumed his pacing. "It's been weeks since I left England, which means it's been weeks since I've seen my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend is more accurate, I guess." The blond boy paused in his speech to thread his fingers through the gel-crisp locks on his head. "And then kissing you yesterday and not..."

"What?" Xander practically shouted, suddenly frightened that he was the cause of his tutor's discomfort.

"Not getting off," Spike whispered, as if ashamed of his need. "I just feel like I've got all this – stuff built up inside me and no way to get it out. It's feels like I could just scratch all my skin off with this need. It's like I'm gonna go crazy. Just blow up and then they'll have to stick me in an asylum or something."

Xander felt a shudder run through his body in horror. An asylum. Visions of visiting his mother when she'd had her "episode" swarmed him mind and he could feel the tears beginning to well. He fought them back hard. His mother had assured him it wasn't his fault, no matter what his father had said. Xander shook his head violently, trying to rid himself of the fear and sadness building inside him.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to the younger boy. "Why don't you just..." Xander couldn't bring himself to say the word, so he just moved his hand in a suggestive manner.

Spike snorted a burst of laughter but shook his head. "Don't you think I've tried that? It's not working. I need someone else."

Xander sighed hard, his brain spinning at the thoughts bombarding him. "Would it..." He paused, silently praying for strength. "Would it help you if I did it?"

Blue eyes stared at him, studying him for a long time before Spike finally answered. "I couldn't ask you to do that, Xander. You're younger than me. Too young. We could get in trouble. The kissing might not be such a big deal, but this could be considered wrong."

"If anyone found out," Xander finished for him, suddenly determined. "I won't tell if you won't. Who would know but us? I want to do this, Spike. Please. Let me do this for you."

Spike seemed to deflate at the boy's admission. He flopped down onto the couch in relief, his leg bumping Xander's gangly limb. "Are you sure, Xan? I mean, I'll only do it if you want to."

"I want to," Xander answered, his heart thumping a hundred miles an hour. "It's just – I've never – you know, with another guy before."

Spike smiled, petting the mop of sable locks affectionately. "Not a problem, pet. You just do to me what you do to yourself. You're going to do just fine, trust me."

Xander turned toward the other boy, unsure where to start.

"You can start by kissing me if you want," Spike suggested and Xander smiled before leaning in for a gentle kiss. It was soft and gentle, tentative and sweet, until Spike began to suck on the other boy's tongue lightly. Warm fingers wrapped around Xander's wrist and gentle steered the younger boy's hand toward the other boy's crotch. Xander gasped as his fingers came into contact with something hard and hot. He froze when he realized what he was touching. He didn't even know when Spike had opened his jeans.

"Just take it nice and easy, pet," Spike prompted, as he curled Xander's fingers around his length.

Squeezing tentatively, Xander smiled at the reaction from the blond boy. He slowly began to stroke up and down, loose on the down stroke and tighter on the way up. He stared, fascinated by the play of the velvet warm skin over the steely hot flesh beneath. Spike was uncut and Xander felt captivated by the extra bit of skin that he lacked. He pulled it up and over the head, swirling it in the pearly pre-come before sliding it down again.

The younger boy smiled as a low moan escaped Spike's parted lips. Xander leaned forward to lick at the seam between the pink lips, amazed at how easy this all seemed. Continuing to stroke and lick, squeeze and nip, Xander grew bolder, trying different things, judging by the sounds escaping the older boy what was working and what wasn't.

Moving his hand faster and harder, Xander moaned as Spike groaned loudly, thrusting up off the couch. They kissed harder and harsher, their teeth clanking painfully until Spike finally arched up off the ratty couch, crying out his release into the younger boy's mouth.

Xander watched, entranced, as Spike slowly came down from his orgasmic high. The smile on his pale face was beautiful, like a glimpse at an angel, and Xander couldn't look away. Azure eyes opened as Spike turned and whispered, "That was bloody brilliant, pet."

Xander felt a blush covering his face, from ears to neck. He froze, however, when the other boy raised Xander's hand, smirking evilly before sucking a come covered finger into his mouth. Xander gaped, shocked beyond words, as Spike silently and reverently cleaned each finger before seductively licking his palm.

"Thank you," Spike whispered as he leaned in close. "Can I return the favor?"

Xander wanted to shake his head, to tell Spike he didn't need to, to protest in some way, but Spike was already leaning in, smelling of leather and smoke and sex and it was just all too much for the teenager to resist.

"Okay," Xander whispered just before soft lips descended on his own. Spike tasted sharp and tangy and Xander moaned, knowing that he was tasting Spike's come on his lips. Before his brain could wrap around that fact, his jeans were open and Spike's fingers were wrapped around his greedy cock.

Xander moaned loudly at the first claiming touch. It was the first time anyone other than Xander himself had touched there and his excited organ was pleased at the attention. He thrust up into the warm fist encircling him, rocking back and forth on the ebb and flow of passion. Spike brought him to the brink quickly before backing off, making Xander whine and moan in need.

He worked the needy boy, playing with him, teasing him, bringing him to the edge of pleasure and then backing off before starting the cycle again. Finally, Xander felt like he could take no more. He broke the kiss forcefully before begging, "Please, Spike. I need to come. You're killing me here."

"Don't want to kill you," Spike whispered huskily in the boy's ear before nipping it playfully. "Want to see you come. Bet you've never come with anybody else, have you?"

Xander looked up as Spike leaned back, waiting for an answer. Not trusting his voice, the sable haired boy silently shook his head 'no'.

"Didn't think so. But I want you to come for me, don't you, Xander? Be a good boy and come for Spike. You want to be a good boy, don't you?"

Xander nodded wildly. He wanted to be a good boy. At that moment, all he wanted in the world was to be a good boy for Spike.

"Tell me," Spike growled, squeezing the base of the boy's cock so tightly Xander nearly cried.

"Yes!" he gasped. "I want to be a good boy for you. Just for you. Please, Spike. Make me your good boy."

"Then come for me," the blond boy commanded as he began to strip Xander's cock wildly. "Come for me now, good boy. Come for Daddy."

Xander flailed and arched, whimpered harshly in the back of his throat as he came harder than he had in young life. The waves of pleasure seemed to last forever, one echoing off the other, until he finally collapsed against the couch, utterly exhausted.

Spike chuckled lightly as he hovered over the boy draped across the couch. "So beautiful," the older boy whispered, placing soft kisses over the smooth jaw and cheek before licking a stripe up the sweaty neck.

Xander shuddered at the feeling of the wet tongue on his cooling flesh. He had nearly dozed off when he felt the brush of wet fingers against his lips.

"Open up," Spike demanded.

Obediently, lips opened as Xander took in the come soaked digits. He licked each finger clean, finishing with a thorough lick of Spike's palm.

"Such a good boy," Spike purred, as he manhandled the compliant boy to rest on his chest.

As Xander drifted off in a pleasant, post-coital nap, he thought about how happy he was to have thought of a way to help out Spike after all.

Tbc...

Comments

[velvetwhip.livejournal.com]

So, so yummy, sweetheart!


Gabrielle

[spikekittenbrat.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, so hot and yummy, and so very very wrong.

[piksa.livejournal.com]

So very nice but so very wrong at the same time. Spike is a master of manipulation and he has a skill of making Xander think he comes up with the ideas himself. *g*

[thismaz.livejournal.com]

Bloody Hell, you are a mistress at portraying manipulation and Spike is a master at doling it out. I would feel sorry for Xander (and I probably should) if it weren't for the fact that he seems so happy with the status quo.
*g* Nice to see you continuing this story.

[jans-intentions.livejournal.com]

I'm really enjoying this one, love, now I'm all caught up!