Cat Magic
by
Amejisuto
Part Four
“This is just so very weird.”
Spike closed the door to their apartment behind them. “Cheer up. Like you said, it could have been worse. Could have turned you into a girl kitty. Then again, that way I'd have two kinds of pussies to play with...”
Xander threw himself face down onto the couch and covered his head with a pillow. “Shut up. Don't tempt fate. Willow could eat one too many veggie bean burritos and fart and poof! Halfway across town and my dick will fall off.”
There was a rustle of cloth and leather as Spike got more comfortable. In their apartment that meant he was either in nothing or nothing but jeans. Not that Xander minded the gratuitous nudity. In fact he was all for it, which was why they had a denim couch instead of leather. That way no important bits of flesh would stick and it was easy to get out any stains.
The things you had to think of when shopping for furniture.
Normally he'd be shedding his clothes, too. Only he wasn't because he was covered in fur and there was no way to take that off and it was freaking him out. He couldn't help but notice his tail, though. It was extraordinarily long, which would make him smirk if he wasn't so depressed.
Now his tail was lying down in between his legs and along the back of the right one. And it was still moving slightly, as if it had a mind of its own. It was in no way freaking him out that his own tail was turning him on.
Well, okay, just a little.
Freaking him out, that is.
Spike stood beside the couch and sighed. “Shove over.”
“No.”
“Xander, your furry ass is taking up the entire couch. Make room.”
Xander raised up long enough to free one arm and flipped Spike off. “Go away, Spike. I'm not in a good mood.”
“Know how to fix that, don't I?”
Xander suspected that if he had eyes in the back of his head he'd see a lusty leer firmly in place on his boyfriend's face. Xander tried to think up a good insult but the only thing that came to mind was the fact that if he started to breathe water and have a fondness for walnuts he wouldn't be surprised.
He really needed to stop watching TV Land. Even though Dick Van Dyke was comedic gold.
Since he hadn't been able to come up with something to say to distract Spike, his boyfriend picked up his feet and sat down, and somehow Xander's foot ended up right between Spike's legs.
Spike was never subtle if he could help it.
Xander groaned and sat up on his elbows. “I cannot believe you're even thinking about sex.”
“Don't be daft. Of course I'm thinking about sex. Always think about sex, unless I'm fighting. Or, you know, feeding.” Spike paused and Xander could hear the smugness. “’Course, those two things lead me back to sex, too. Can't help it; when you're this well hung you want to show off your prize possession.”
Xander laughed. “I'm torn between being jealous that I'm not your prize possession and wondering if you're going to have your dick bronzed for posterity.”
“Now there's a good idea, luv. We can go up to LA one weekend to one of those places that make special effects for the telly. Make a mold of my cock and then have a statue made of it. I think marble would be better than bronze, bronze tarnishes too fucking easily. Then again, it would be fun polishing it, wouldn't it?”
Xander snorted. “Like you need an excuse. And how the hell did we get on this topic anyway? Shouldn't we be worried about other stuff? Like...oh, maybe the fur and claws?”
“I don't know, I think you look rather fetching.”
“Nothing about me is fetching. Cats don't fetch. I'm a freak. A freak with a tail!”
Spike sighed. “If you're going to have a tempter tantrum you could at least turn around. Your feet stink.”
Xander sighed but did as he was told. He ended up curled up around Spike with his boyfriend's arm around his shoulders. “I hate this. I can't go to work in the morning looking like this! My feet feel funny in shoes and clothes feel weird against my fur. And do you know how weird that sentence is? I HAVE FUR! You had to cut a hole in the back of my jeans for my tail. I'm seriously considering locking myself in the closet of our bedroom and not coming out until Willow and Buffy fix this mess.”
“Hate to tell you this, luv, but I think you've already come out of the closet.”
Xander reached up and smacked him. “This is not funny, Spike. In fact, this is the total opposite of funny. The antithesis of funny. It's positively terrible!”
“Positively, eh? And since when do you use words like antithesis?”
“Since we both realized we're smarter than other people give us credit for. You're not fooling me, I know you went to one of those stuffy British colleges before Dru got a hold of you. Some place with ivy on the walls and some stupid club named after a foodstuff like pudding or bangers.”
“The Bangers Association. I like the way you think, luv. Why don't you get rid of the clothes and we can join?”
“You cannot be seriously thinking about sex.”
“And why not? I've been thinking about how lovely the frottage will be now that you have an honest to god pelt for the past two hours. It was all I could do not to throw you down and start rubbing on you right in the middle of the Watcher's living room.”
“Crap!” Xander sat up and scrambled to the opposite end of the couch. He was torn between being totally freaked out and horny, all at once. “Spike! Don't start something now, for god's sake!”
Spike put on a pout, his lower lip sticking out. “And why not!”
Xander couldn't help but sputter. “Because, you doof! It would be wrong! It's like...bestiality or something!”
Spike stopped being silly and turned serious, something that Xander was immensely grateful for. “Xander, love, listen to me. Despite your outward appearance, you're still the same person inside and that's all that matters.”
Xander sighed in frustration. “That's just it, I don't feel the same. I mean, I know I'm annoyed at the girls but before I could have been distracted by the promise of cookies or something, or their lips would wibble and I'd crumble. This time I'm staying pissed. It's like...I'm more aggressive or something.”
“You probably are, luv. You look a bit different, too, and I don't just mean the fur and tail. There are more muscles and I had a damn hard time keeping you from breaking free and smearing the Slayer against the wall when she grabbed your tail. I think it has something to do with what you are right now. Can't say as I mind it, really. Not that I don’t love you when you're all sweet but seeing you being all snarky and dominant...well, that made parts of me sit up and take notice.”
Spike's hand was moving up and down his back and Xander was arching into his touch. Xander didn't say anything but was willing to admit that Spike was more than likely right. Plus it had felt oddly good, to be that aggressive.
“Come on, luv, off with your shirt, at least. Wanna get a good look at you. Think you're part jaguar. Got all this beautiful black fur but there's a dappling of spots in there.”
Xander was horrified to hear a throaty grumble coming from his chest as Spike stripped him of his shirt and continued to pet him. “Oh my god, I'm purring!”
“And a lovely purr it is.” Spike chuckled and Xander could almost hear the wheels turning in his mate's head. There was probably something along the lines of purring during a blow job if he knew Spike, which he did.
Xander smacked halfheartedly at Spike. “Stop that.”
“What?”
“Thinking about blow jobs. Or sex. It would be way too weird to have sex with a tail.”
Spike leered at him. “Dunno about that, luv. All I can say is that it felt good when you wrapped it around me earlier.”
“That wasn't my idea. It was my damned tail’s! It has a mind of its own!” Xander glared at his new appendage and it twitched almost as if it was smirking at him. That was all he needed, a smart ass tail. And that in no way sounded like a sane thought, Xander realized, but he figured he'd passed sane earlier in the night when he'd been on patrol and suddenly sprouted fur.
Spike gave a grin, the kind that would send sane people running and was in no way totally making him hot. “Well then, guess I'd better thank your tail , shouldn't I?”
Xander opened his mouth to argue but all that came out was a moan. Because Spike had grabbed his tail. It didn't hurt like when Buffy did it, in fact it felt damned good. Better than when Spike had his hand on his dick. It was a light touch but Spike was ruffling his fur against the grain and the feeling was going straight to his cock. There just weren't any human words for how wonderful it felt and Xander felt as if all his muscles were flexing and trying to get closer to Spike, all at once.
Then Spike leaned forward just a bit and kissed, no licked, the tip of his tail.
And Xander went insane.
Part Five
The moment that Spike licked his new tail, Xander felt something snap inside him. Normally he was more than willing to let Spike control their lovemaking. It wasn't that he didn't top sometimes, he did, but Spike knew more about sex than Xander wanted to think about and he was good as long as they both were happy. Well, more than happy, actually. Blissfully orgasmic was the term that came to mind.
This time, though, this time he was going to take the lead. When Spike attempted to lick his tail again Xander jerked it out of the way and turned around so quickly he hadn't even realized it had happened at first. Then he realized he had both of Spike's arms pinned to the couch and a low growling was coming out of his mouth that Spike seemed to echo.
For a moment Xander hesitated. This was a new body and he had claws as well as fangs. As much as he wanted to fuck Spike into the floor, he didn't want to hurt him.
Spike, however, seemed to read his mind, or more likely the doubt on his face. “Can't hurt me, luv. Vampire, remember? Made of tougher stuff than humans, so don't worry. Demon here. A few scratches ain't gonna matter none.”
Whatever resistance Xander had been feeling vanished and what little brain Xander had left was thankful he had lips because he really wanted to kiss Spike until he started breathing. He lunged forward and did just that, not even waiting for Spike's mouth to fall open but instead forcing his way into his lover's mouth.
Tongues twined together and Xander could feel the enamel of his fangs clicking against Spike's. Spike tried to break free of Xander's hold but Xander continued to kiss him and growled in warning at the same time. He brought his knee up to start rubbing against Spike's groin as he tried to gather enough brain cells together to figure out how to get naked.
The answer brushed against his ear and if Xander hadn't been in the middle of kissing he would have smirked. It was time to see if he and his tail could really work together.
First he needed room. Their couch wasn't wide enough for what Xander had planned and he wasn't letting go of Spike for a second. Spike would want to reestablish his dominance and, for once, Xander wasn't letting him. He thought about it for a moment and then tried to talk his tail into moving the table over a couple of feet.
It worked, but not like he’d planned. The coffee table was upside down across the room and there was a splintering crack down the middle. Xander probably would have been upset if Spike had done something like that but at the moment he couldn't really care.
Spike startled at the noise and tried to gain the upper hand again but Xander pulled back from kissing long enough to give a nipping bite to his lover's jaw and growled, “Don't move.”
He didn't let Spike say anything either. Instead he took Spike's mouth again and then rolled them so they were on the floor, Spike on the bottom. Spike growled and, since Xander hadn't quite set his center of balance just yet, he managed to roll them again so that Spike was on top.
“If you think I'm gonna just lay there and think of the Motherland, you've got fur balls in your brain.”
Xander growled and rolled them again until he was on top. “You're gonna lay there and take it because I know for a fact that you like to be dominated as much as you like being on top. Otherwise, why hang around Drusilla for all those years? I'm gonna fuck you into the floor and you're going to love every single second of it.”
Xander's tail joined his hands in restraining Spike, so that he was holding both his arms up over his head. Xander let go with his hands, leaving his tail to restrain his lover as his hands went about caressing Spike in odd places, pausing every so often to scratch with one of his new claws.
He got an idea and smiled up at Spike innocently. “Hope you weren't fond of these jeans, Spike.”
“What? Harris, don't you bloody well dare!”
Xander shrugged and then used his claws and newfound strength to rip off both Spike's jeans and his shirt. “Sorry, Spike. Just think of this as payback.”
“Berk. Your clothes needed shredding while mine, on the other hand, were good for another decade or two.”
Xander snorted. “Yeah, right. Keep dreaming, lover. How's the saying go? Tough titty said the kitty but the milk's still good?”
With that smart ass remark, Xander moved down on Spike's torso just a bit and then bit at one of Spike's nipples, causing the vampire to grunt, thrust and swear. Of course that only encouraged Xander and he grinned at the reaction. “No milk there. Guess I'd better look further down.”
Spike was cursing up a storm as Xander wriggled down further until he was able to reach Spike's erection with his tongue. He gave Spike's dick just as much attention as the vampire had paid to his tail just moments before. Spike thrashed underneath him and if Xander had been evil he would have said his lover was screaming like a girl.
But he wasn't evil. Well, not as bad as Spike. Instead he pulled back and chuckled. “Guess whatever I am now has one of those raspy tongues like a cat, huh? Must feel good.” He paused for a moment. “I wonder if I can lick my own balls too?”
Spike's legs gave a stutter, effectively jostling Xander out of his musing. “I swear to fucking god, Xander, if you don't hurry up and do something I'm gonna flip you over and rub your belly until you’re purring like a Porsche. Then you’ll be helpless and I’ll be able to do anything I want with you.” He grinned evilly. “Never thought of a tail as an erogenous zone before. Wanna play with it!”
He made a grab for the tail but Xander quickly twitched it out of the way. “Uh-uh. This is my show, lover, and you’re gonna lie back and enjoy it.”
Of course, now that Spike's hands were freed he was starting to lose focus. Spike's hands always seemed to know just where to go to drive Xander totally insane. With the fur added in, well, Xander was rapidly losing IQ points.
Who knew that having your fur ruffled would feel that fucking good?
With his last few remaining brain cells, Xander looked around for a bottle of lube. They kept them scattered around the apartment and he found one under the couch. He pulled it out and stopped for a moment, looking at how his hand gripped the bottle.
The hand that was tipped with claws.
As much as Spike could take a little rough play, Xander really didn't want to think of shoving a claw into his lover to apply lube. He frowned and concentrated a moment and his new claws retracted, a feeling that was both natural and weird, all at once.
Xander shrugged and promised himself that he'd think about all that...later. Right now he had a vampire to fuck into the floor.
Eventually Xander got all his body parts working together, claws in, lube applied and his tail was currently driving Spike insane by teasing his nipples as Xander licked his torso.
Xander was liking this tail thing more and more. At least he liked how it was making Spike gasp and swear at the same time.
“Goddamn it, Xander! I'm gonna try to figure out just how many ways there are to skin a cat.”
Xander grinned at the tone as he used three fingers to open up Spike even more. “You know, I can't help but think you're being rude, Spike. Maybe you should say please.”
“Wanker.”
“Nuh-uh. That's you. Unless you ask for it nicely.”
By this time Xander was hovering over Spike, not touching him at all except for the paw that was working his lover's opening and the tail that was still teasing the vampire's nipples. He found the sight of his dark fur against Spike's pale skin oddly erotic.
But hearing Spike beg? Topped that with whip cream and cherries. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Although they'd have to try it for real one day.
“Please! Please stick your giant furry cock in me before I rip off one of your arms and beat you to fucking death with it, you complete and utter git! In me, now!!”
Xander laughed to himself as he positioned his cock in the crack of Spike's ass. For a moment he thought about teasing him a bit more but decided that he really couldn't take it any longer himself.
Instead he lined himself up and pushed forward. He could feel Spike opening up around him, accepting him in and, as always, it left him breathless. For one thing, Spike was so cool compared to himself, and for another it was the thought that this powerful master vampire was letting him top.
Xander didn't do it often, but each time it was special. Unique.
And sexy as hell.
Finally he was fully sheathed and he groaned. Spike, as always, started commenting. If anyone could back seat drive during sex, it was Spike. “Fucking hell, that feels good. Now move!”
Xander rolled his eyes. “You say such sweet nothings, my love.”
“I've got your damn sweet nothings right...here! Fuck, that feels good!”
Xander just grunted in reply. He was having trouble keeping himself from coming too soon, the feel of Spike's inner walls gripping his cock driving him a bit mad. This was going to have to be quick. He thought for a moment then grinned. He loved it when he got ideas.
“If you think that feels good, wait till you get a load of this!” With a little thought he was able to bring his tail up in between them and wrapped it around Spike's cock, making his lover swear as he thrust upwards into its hold.
They set a rapid rhythm, the banter stopping in exchange for breathy groans and animalistic growling that came from both of them. To Xander it felt as if his tail was just as sensitive as his cock. He growled and thrust even harder, Spike legs thrown over his shoulders so that he was able to hit his lover's prostate every time.
Spike was like a wild thing himself, gamefaced and writhing back and forth, fucking himself on Xander's cock and into his tail. Xander growled even louder, his paws gripping Spike's legs as he drove into him.
It was too good, there was no way it could last. Xander thrust even harder, nearly folding Spike in two as he leaned forward. His lover wasn't complaining, though. If anything, Spike was encouraging him, growling himself and using his legs to grip Xander tight. Xander leaned forward so much that his tail and Spike's dick were trapped between them and the motion of their bodies could be felt in every nerve ending in Xander's skin.
Spike reared up and Xander felt a sharp pain in his neck as his lover's rectum spasmed around his dick. That was the last straw for Xander; he gave a mighty roar and thrust as far into Spike's body as he could and came.
They collapsed into a pile, Spike's legs kiltered with Xander cradled between them. They were both panting and shaking with the aftermath but it was so damn good that Xander wanted to do it all over again. Once he could breathe, of course.
Spike raised a shaky arm and was doing something with his mouth, making a spitting noise. Xander looked at him as if he was insane and his lover gave him an odd look.
“What? Got hair in my mouth, don't I?”
Xander laughed at that and rolled over so that he could spoon up behind Spike. They were still on the floor but at the moment he didn't care. “Heh. And here I thought I'd be the one with fur balls.”
“Ha, bloody ha. Git.” Then Spike started chuckling. “All I can say is, thank gods your cock was human.”
“What?”
Spike chuckled some more and then sighed as Xander wrapped his tail around his lover's waist. Cool fingers started to stroke it but rather than arousing, it was soothing. “Jaguars have sharp, backward facing spines on their pricks.”
Xander could feel his eyelids getting heavier but he still had enough energy left to shudder. “Owie.”
“Too right. Might not mind a bit of pain but that's not exactly what I had in mind.”
“Hmmm....” Xander could feel himself falling asleep, Spike's stroking helping him to relax even further.
“Gotta say, Xan, I love the tail.” Spike seemed to be falling asleep as well, even though it was early in the night for him. Good sex would do that for a person.
“We should name it.”
“Xan?”
“My tail. It has a mind of its own so we should name it. We could call it George.”
There was a pause for a moment and then Spike gave his tail a squeeze. “Go to sleep, pet. You're loony.”
“Mmm. Night, Spike. Love you.”
“Love you too, Xander.” Spike paused and as Xander dropped off to sleep he heard his lover say one more thing. “Goodnight...George.”
Part Six
Xander didn't want to open his eyes. He felt too good to move anything. Every muscle and bone in his body was relaxed. Of course, he couldn't really move because some time during the night they had switched positions and now Spike was holding him so tightly his ribs ached. They were still on the floor but that really didn't bother him; the sex had been so good he was still blissed out on endorphins.
It was a good thing they pretty much kept the blinds closed at all times, though, because Xander got the feeling that it was late in the day. Luckily it was Saturday so he didn't have to think about work. He stretched, enjoying the feel of how his muscles burned slightly after a night of really good sex.
When he finally got around to opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was the arm he was using as a pillow. He blinked at it sleepily, the fact that it was tanned and not covered in fur taking a few moments to get through his sleep muddled head. Eventually, though, all his brain cells started working and he sat up. “Spike!”
The vampire grumbled behind him. “Go ‘way! 'S early.”
Xander freed himself from Spike's arms enough to be able to sit up and his hands automatically went to his ass, where just a few hours before a tail had sprouted from the back of his spine.
Nothing.
“SPIKE!”
“WHAT?!”
Spike sat up and growled. He was not a morning person, or an early afternoon person, however you looked at it. Xander ignored the snarling and cuffed him on one side of his head. “Look at me, you...moron! I'm back to normal! No tail!”
“Hell, Xander, I thought there was something else wrong with you the way you fucking well screeched. So Red undid her mojo. That’s what you wanted, right? So shut up and let me sleep some more.”
Spike turned over sulkily and went back to sleep, Xander's return to his normal form ignored for the moment. Xander looked at his lover in frustration and wished that they were in bed, if only so he could push Spike out of it. Still, Spike was right. This was what Xander had wanted, a return to normalcy. No fur, no fangs, no ears.
No tail.
He sighed and lay back down. Spike would eventually wake up again and then they could track down the girls and thank them. Because, really, who wanted to go around looking like that all the time? Right?
Xander sighed again.
He kinda missed the tail.
~*~*~*~*~
“So you guys didn't do any reversal type thing?”
Willow shook her head and Giles glared at him over the top of one of his books. “I assure you, Xander, that if we had figured something out we would have informed you rather than just attempted it.”
Xander pulled at his hair for a moment before claiming his usual corner of the couch. It was just a little before sunset so he'd left Spike at home while he checked in with the magic users and his lover would be along in a few moments. Xander figured his brain had taken a long walk off a short pier because it was doing strange things without his permission. He missed his tail and how his fur had felt.
He was getting weird.
The door opened and Buffy bounced in, followed by her boyfriend. Xander tried to like Riley, really he did, but even after getting screwed over by the Initiative and the government the soldier still had a gung ho “The Army Knows Best” attitude that annoyed him. Well, that and the fact that Spike hated him, and Riley did his best at goading the vampire into slipping up and getting shocked. Not that the chip was an issue any longer, but you'd think the moron would learn to stop poking at the dangerous animals one day.
Xander left his position on the couch to pace in front of Giles's bookshelves. He didn't think he could stand sitting down with Riley in the room, at least not today. Buffy must have told her boyfriend about him and Spike being together because Riley was doing his best to not even look at the area Xander was in. He wasn't even being casual about it; he was looking everywhere but at him. It was pissing Xander off.
“Oh, for god's sake, being gay isn't catching. It's not as if I have cooties and, believe me, I wouldn't jump your corn-fed ass for all the money in the world so can you please can the homophobia?”
Buffy's face twisted into a cross between pleading and a frown. “Xander...”
“No, I'm not going to go easy on him. Well, I am, because it's not like I'm gonna go over there and lay a big slobbery kiss on him to try to shake him up. But he could at least look at me!”
The sound of the door opening and shutting quickly and the sight of a blanket covered figure that was just ever so slightly smoking made Xander relax. If he was going to get into it with the perfect soldier, at least Spike would be there. He walked over and started patting Spike's back, trying to put him out. Xander hated it when his lover played chicken with the sunset.
“Now see, that's the problem I have. I mean, gay is one thing, necrophilia is another.”
Spike threw the blanket on the floor by the door and flipped Riley off with two fingers. “Fuck off. You’re just jealous none of your little soldier friends were willing to risk Don't Ask Don't Tell and you can't get your end away.”
“Children, please!” Giles sounded like he was about to blow a gasket so Xander grabbed Spike's hand and dragged him to the armchair, forced Spike to sit down and then sat on top of him. For one thing, it would keep Spike from killing Riley and for another...well, Xander figured watching them snuggle would give the man a stroke.
Spike, of course, had to push it by goading Giles. “I'll have you know, Rupert, that I was around when your father was a sperm cell so you can keep the children comments to yourself.”
Giles looked like his head was going to explode. “Can we just get back to the fact that, for no apparent reason at all, Xander is now back to normal?”
There were snorts of amusement from just about everyone in the room, including his vampire. Xander glared at them all while shifting so he could elbow Spike. “On my own behalf, I say HEY!”
The next few minutes were filled with the usual bickering, with the added bonus of everyone but Giles sneaking looks at him and Spike occupying the same chair. Willow had the same look she'd had when she found out he was dating Cordelia so at least she wasn't too freaked out. Still, it would be a long time before she really talked to him again. Buffy seemed to be curious and grossed out at the same time while Riley was just disgusted.
They really needed to attend some sort of diversity workshop or something. Learn to be all PC and accepting of alternative relationships.
Suddenly Xander stiffened, bolts of pain going through all his nerve endings like lightning. “Oh god, it's happening again!”
With the next wave of pain Xander collapsed in the floor, Spike's cool hand on the back of his neck. Dimly he could hear Spike explaining how this had happened the night before. Another wave of pain came and went, leaving him gasping for air and flat on the floor. When he opened his eyes, Xander looked at his arm. Sure enough, it was covered in the same black fur with faint spots. He groaned and banged his head on the floor.
There was movement behind him and then Spike chuckled. “Look, pet, George is back!”
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