Three Inches
by
Druffine
Part Nine
The next morning when Xander’s alarm clock goes off, Spike has gotten used to it and there is no mind-numbing panic anymore. He hears Xander groggily get out of bed and go to the shower. Spike gets up too, dressing in his black slacks only. The vampire climbs up to his living room carefully in case of the sun, though Xander has kept his word. He’s left the curtain on one big window closed so the light only shines in Xander’s living room but can’t reach the bedroom.
Some time later Xander comes out of the shower, very wet and very naked, goes into the living room and then stands there, blissfully enjoying the sun beams warming and drying his skin. He uses a towel to dry his hair and Spike, his tongue wetting suddenly dry lips, watches that delicious body for the first time. Why the hell is Xander hiding his muscular form under those scary baggy and luridly coloured clothes?
The muscles of Xander’s arms and shoulders are well defined and they flex with every movement. Atop strong legs sits a very round, tasty ass leading up to a trim waist which splays up into a broad back. Xander’s skin looks soft. It’s tanned and Spike finds himself wanting to explore every inch of it. Of course, Spike also wants to see Xander’s fat cock swell and stand to attention, head purple with need for him.
Spike shakes his head in an attempt to clear away all those tasty images. He is not wondering any more, he always found guys equally as attractive as women, just – why didn’t he see Xander like this sooner? Just wait, whelp, when I’m back to my old self, I’m gonna show you a thing or two about… Wait – is Xander interested in blokes at all? Oh bugger.
Spike hides when Xander comes into the bedroom to get clothes from the monstrous cupboard. Just when he is fairly certain Xander is at least half decent he makes himself noticeable by turning on the TV. Don’t want to make the boy all unsure in his own flat, besides, it spares me the embarrassed babble.
“Oh hi Spike! Up so early? Hungry?”
“Always hungry, greedy vampire and all.” Spike leers. Xander doesn’t seem to notice.
“Well then, here’s your ride to the kitchen.” Xander holds out his hand, so Spike can climb onto it. The vampire hugs the big warm thumb. This way, Xander needs only one hand to transport him. And Xander’s warm skin feels damn good against his own cool chest.
In the kitchen, Xander repeats the bloodletting procedure into a spoon, than gets himself some Choco Pops and milk. Happily, Spike starts feeding and Xander chews spoonful after spoonful of cereal.
“Your back looks all healed again. Does it still hurt anyway?” Xander asks, watching the vampire’s naked torso.
“Nah, mate. All good. I’m back to my stunning self.” Spike answers, one hand sweeping over well built pecs.
“That’s good.” And Xander munches on until his bowl is empty.
“Any chance I can have a shower?”
Xander looks at the vampire, sizing him up, then at the sink.
“Sure, no problem.” Xander stands up and lifts Spike over on the kitchen counter. He turns on the water, gets it to the right temperature: A bit hotter than he himself likes it. He turns the water tap so the water is pouring down on the flat part of the sink where the dishes are normally put on to dry. This way Spike doesn’t feel trapped in the depth of the sink.
“Well, Spike, have a nice shower. I’ll be back in a few.” With that Xander leaves the room, just to come back seconds later with a towel. He lays it next to the sink.
“Thanks, whelp.”
“Don’t worry about it!” Xander grins and disappears through the door.
Spike chucks off the slacks and stands under the water tap. Bloody genius the whelp is, Spike thinks. Fulfils all my wishes, looks after me pretty good. Feeds me his blood, gets me clothes, even builds me a bloody house! Just my kind of thing. Sure, you’d agree! Spike chuckles and grabs his hard cock that remembers Xander taking his personal sun bath this morning.
After the shower and a decent wank, Spike manages to turn off the water on the, for him, way oversized knobs of the tap. He rubs himself dry on one edge of the soft towel and pulls his slacks back on.
Xander appears back in the kitchen a while later, offers Spike his hand without any need to be asked.
“I have to build a series of wooden logs today. You can come and watch or sleep some down at the workshop if you want.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Here we go.”
“Clothes first.” Spike reminds Xander and the youth grins.
“Sure.”
The hours fly by between watching Xander work and sleeping on a light wood single bed Xander made. Garld and Broum come in a few times to talk or bring food. By midday Garld proudly presents Spike his new jeans and a long black coat. She’s even managed to do a pair of boots. Spike is delighted and changes immediately. “Great job, luv.”
Just shortly after five, Xander finishes work for the day. The youth is pleased with himself. The vampire this size is pleasant company and not quite the distraction he used to be. Way less annoying, also.
Carrying Spike on his hand is already second nature to Xander and so they make their way upstairs. Xander showers and changes while Spike hones his skill in ‘channel jumping’. Then they’re on the way to Giles’. This time Spike’s safely transported in the cigarette pack in Xander’s breast pocket, for it’s still light outside.
While Xander’s pace grows slower the nearer they get to the Magic Box, the more his heart rate increases. Nervousness makes his hand sweat. Spike becomes jumpier with every step.
Finally, they’re at the Magic Box and Xander is hardly through the door before Willow is right in his face. Accusingly, she rams her finger into his chest with every word: “Alexander Harris, where were you?” Protectively, Xander cups his hand over his breast pocket. “I’ve been to your house and your mom… she’s been… in this state again, you know, and she said you moved out and a few insults about you…”
“Oh hey, Willow. Great to see you, too.” Xander interrupts her, ignoring everything Willow said and looks around the Magic Box. “Just great, everybody’s here!” he calls out, more as information to Spike, than a greeting.
Giles and Anya are behind the counter discussing finances from the looks of it. Tara is reading a book at the big round table. Dawn is fighting with Buffy as usual.
“Hi Xander. Nice of you to come by. They thought you ran away again.” Anya greets him with her blatant honesty. Dawn comes running and hugs him. “I am soooo glad, you’re still here.”
“This is not over, Dawn.” Buffy yells and nods at Xander for a greeting.
Tara waves at him shyly, half hiding her curious eyes behind her hair.
“How was your weekend with your Dad?” Xander asks Dawn and she makes a face.
“Boring. I didn’t like it, him or his girl friend. Can you believe, she’s barely older than Buffy!”
“Dawn, she is twenty-eight!”
“So what? She looks as if she’s your age!”
“Don’t start this again!” Buffy warns, putting her hands on the sides of her hip.
“Sorry to hear you didn’t like it there, crumbs.” Xander distracts the starting fight between the sisters.
“Did you know, Spike left?” Dawn asks him, eyes wide with hope. Of all the people in the room, she was the only one who actually liked Spike, even if in a teenage-crush-y way. Well, and maybe Tara. Who knows, Xander thinks, including himself in the disliked-Spike-category. It‘s got to be hellmouth-y how fast things do change here.
“Spike left?” Xander asks, surprised and shoots Willow a look. The witch starts her tirade with a red face: “Yes! Xander, you know, that fight a few nights ago. You went home and Spike brought me home and we sat outside a while after and talked, like really talked. I mean, we always had this, this special bond between us since I was the one he tried to bite when he first discovered he had that chip and he told me, he said he’d had enough of it all and wanted to leave town, start over new somewhere where nobody knows him and I guess he really left, took his things and left – poof – gone. Nowhere to be seen anymore.” She shrugs, palms upward, eyes on the floor.
Xander swallows that big, big lump that formed in his throat the longer he listened to Willow. He can’t believe Willow could lie that blatantly to cover up her mistake, to cover up that she killed Spike. At least, that’s what she thinks. However, the people here are her friends, almost like her family and surely they wouldn’t be angry at her for killing an enemy. She didn’t even do it on purpose. She might even get some nice words from Buffy for off-ing Spike. Why does she feel inclined to lie?
Part Ten
“Oh really, Willow, Spike just left?” Xander asks her again, watching her with angry, slitted eyes.
She fumbles but nods. “Yes, that’s what he told me, didn’t you listen?” She rolls her eyes, looks at Xander as if he’s too slow to catch on and confirm her lie.
Xander holds his breath. He’s so angry and disappointed. Mentally, he counts to ten before he smiles, then gets out the pack of cigarettes.
“I can’t believe you started smoking! That kills people!” Dawn shouts, hands on her hips, a familiar gesture from Buffy.
“I didn’t start smoking, Dawn. Actually, I’ve got a surprise for you, especially for you, Wills.” With a malicious grin he opens the pack and helps Spike to climb out onto the big, round table.
“See, I found Spike that night in this state. Some spell gone wrong from a really ugly, middle-class witch, he told me.”
“Oh my god, look at him! He is sooo small!” Dawn cries out.
Everybody gathers around the table and looks at the three-inches-tall vampire.
“How’s tricks, folks?” Spike greets, cockily.
“Guess we have to fix this, don’t we?” Xander asks no-one in particular and looks at the Scoobies’ faces one after another. Buffy is laughing, gloating over her former enemy. Giles polishes his glasses furiously. Tara smiles with empathy and Dawn asks Spike all kinds of weird questions like if he lives in a kitchen cupboard. Only Willow stands at the table, trembling, guilt and panic taking turns on her expression.
“How did this happen, Xander?” Giles asks, retreating from the table.
Xander glances at Willow, unsure what to tell the watcher. Should he tell the truth? Should he tell Giles that Willow has yet again mucked up a spell? Well, she saved them, even saved Spike somehow from those vampires that night. Willow’s eyes are begging him not to betray her.
“I only found him like this. He said it was a spell by some witch he didn’t know.”
“Quite interesting.”
Willow seems to have found her voice again. “I could, I mean, Giles, if we research this maybe we can break this spell?”
Giles ignores her and addresses Xander again. “Is there any further danger from this witch? Did Spike mention her reason for her stay in Sunnydale?”
“I am right here, watcher.” Spike throws in, annoyed to be left out of the conversation concerning him. Otherwise he’s busy fighting off Dawn’s curious fingers and ignoring Buffy’s nasty comments.
With a short look at Spike, Xander answers Giles’ question: “No, I mean, there is no danger from her anymore.” Xander gives Willow a meaningful look. “She was just.. passing through or something. Wrong time and place to be for Spike, I guess.”
“Ah, bloody slayer bitch, take your hands off of me!” Spike yells and Xander barely stops himself from running over to the table, but he walks very fast. He holds out his hand to Spike who climbs eagerly on it, away from the poking fingers of the Summers’ women.
Willow in the meantime has found a big book about magic and carries it over to Giles, opens it and tries to start a conversation about undoing Spike’s shrinkage.
“Maybe, we can start here: ‘Lessening the impact of spells’?”
Calmly, Giles takes the book from her and without looking at the page, closes it.
“I don’t think we need this.” he says and, equally taken aback, the whole Scoobie Gang looks at Giles. Does he want to undo it by himself? Does he know how to without even consulting his precious books? Wow.
“Erm, Giles, I …” Xander starts but Giles stops him with a small hand gesture.
“Spike is quite lucky. This state allows him to stay undead but he is not a threat to us or any other person anymore.”
For a couple of seconds, there is no sound at all in the entire Magic Box. The room temperature seems to have dropped several degrees from Giles icy voice and calmness. Giles does not want to have the spell undone at all.
“Rupert, you bloody bastard!” Spike cusses, teeth gritted, voice thick with emotion.
“You can’t be serious, Giles.” Xander adds.
“I am quite serious, Xander. Did you think this situation could go on forever?”
“What situation?” Anya asks, aghast. “He has that chip!”
Giles gives her a long look but continues nevertheless.
“A demon fighting with us is just unnatural and…”
“And what? Do you realize what you are actually saying there, Rupert Giles?” Anya utters, with a voice full of threats.
“Anya, I am in full knowledge of – “
“No, you’re not! You can’t be! I’ve been a demon for a thousand years and a few days in a human body do not at all make me an actual human! Nevertheless, I do all the work here, answer every boring question you have about demons I might know, earn money for you and give you and your slayer a place to research and prepare for battle. I tend to your every whim and need when Buffy has beaten you just a little bit too hard in training and I abstain from sex when your body doesn’t ‘feel’ like it – and still you didn’t understand … WHAT?”
This time, Spike is the one laughing while the others are equally embarassed and shocked by Anya’s admission.
“Anya and Giles?” Xander squeaks.
“I am a woman, he is a man. So what? Physically that fits pretty fine.” Anya says incomprehendingly.
“I have to sit down.” Buffy says and sinks down on a chair.
Giles calmly retreats to the backroom.
“So can I keep Spike?” Dawn asks, unphased by the Giles/Anya comment.
“No, you can’t ‘keep him’. He is not some pet. He is still a vampire.” Buffy says. “Even if a teenie weenie one.” She starts laughing again.
“Shut your gob, slayer, or…”
“Or what, itsy bitsy vampy? I could kill you by unwittingly stepping on you.”
“Ah, see, slayer is fully in her element again, threatening the disadvantaged ones.” Spike mutters. Unnoticed by the others, Xander curls his fingers around Spike, sending comfort.
“This isn’t getting us anywhere, mate.” Spike whispers, so only Xander can hear him. “Can’t say I didn’t know this was going to happen.”
Xander shrugs sadly. “Guess it’s our cue to leave then. Not gonna waste my time here.” the boy whispers back. Louder he says: “Well then, nice to see you all again. I’ll be around.” With that, Xander starts leaving, holding Spike safely in his hand. He even pauses briefly at the door, but nobody tries to stop him and Spike.
Outside the Magic Box, Xander kicks a stone angrily so it flies across the street. He takes a few calming breaths. They don’t help to pacify him. “I can’t believe that just happened!” he says a little too loudly.
“Again: Did know that was coming.” Spike sneers.
“Willow lies like a, like a … I can’t even find the right words! And Giles is, is such a righteous ….!” Xander feels as if he can’t get enough air. The conversation about demons with Garld and Broum re-emerges in his head and he feels angry and like crying at the same time. He feels betrayed and like a betrayer, too.
“Hey, whelp, we’ll sort this out somehow even without that bunch of losers.” Spike offers strength and willingly Xander takes it and runs with it.
“You and me, we two against the world?” Xander croaks. The air smells of uncried tears.
“Well, wouldn’t be the first time, would it?” Spike asks and looks at the boy’s shiny eyes. There is this feeling somehow, the knowing look Spike gives Xander and the so-damn-cool cocked eyebrow, remind the boy of a night without fear, that night where he was pure steel.
In the basement of the high school:
XANDER: Hello, nasty. Less than two minutes. Dumb guy. Little bomb. How hard can it be?
Jack: And it just got harder.
XANDER: I'm not leaving till that thing's disarmed.
Jack: Then I guess you're not leaving. I'm gonna carve you up and serve you with gravy. You piss me off, boy. Now you pay the price. First the eyes, then the tongue. I'm gonna break every one of your fingers.
XANDER: You gonna do all that in forty-nine seconds? I know what you're thinkin'. Can I get by him? Get up the stairs, out of the building, seconds ticking away... I don't love your chances.
Jack: Then you'll die, too.
XANDER: Yeah, looks like. So I guess the question really is... who has less fear?
Jack: I'm not afraid to die. I'm already dead.
XANDER: Yeah, but this is different. Being blown up isn't walking around and drinking with your buddies dead. It's little bits being swept up by a janitor dead, and I don't think you're ready for that.
Jack: Are you?
XANDER: I like the quiet.
Spike watches Xander drift into memory land. He likes that proud grin that settles onto Xander’s face after a few moments. That’s the core of the boy: pure steel nobody can bend or break. That’s what he wants the boy to see, what Spike wants to discover, explore and, in the end, claim for himself.
“Let’s go home.” Xander says, his voice strong and rich. It makes Spike adjust his stance and smile evily. With the right coach, the boy could become the knight to the outside world he already is inside.
“Xander!” Suddenly a voice calls out from the shadows of the back door of the Magic Box. It’s Tara who called them, that’s why the voice sounded so strange at first. The shy girl always tries to be as quiet as possible. Spike had spent time thinking about the blond witch before, still she stays a mystery to him and, therefore, she is very precious. Why the hell she stays with that power-greedy, egomanic bitch, though, he’ll never understand.
“Tara?” Xander asks, carefully.
“Yes, it’s me. And Willow is here, too.”
“And?” Xander asks, not seeing a reason to go over to them just because they’re calling him. Spike smiles inwardly. Stubborn boy, adorable.
“Can we talk? We want to help.” Tara says the magic words and Xander’s feet start to move towards the couple.
Part Eleven
Xander, Tara and Willow hide in the shadows of the small alley. The boy balances the three-inch-vampire on his hand so Spike can watch them all and participate in the conversation. To any passer-by it may look as if Xander sells drugs to some innocent girls, but they’re in Sunnydale – nobody cares what happens in the shadows.
“I…, we want to say, we’re sorry for what happened to you, Spike.” Tara tells the vampire directly. Finally, someone who doesn’t ignore him.
“’s not your fault, Glinda.” Willow tries to make herself even smaller.
“We want to help you.” Tara goes on, without reaction to Spike’s comment.
“Really? Help me, fix this?” Spike asks sceptically. It’s not easy to accept help from the person that actually got you in trouble.
“Yes, yes, Spike. It’s not right you’re like this and maybe we can undo it again and…” Willow babbles. She is near tears.
“Well, Red, it’s gotta be the least you can do, hasn’t it?”
“Spike, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I mean I only wanted to save you. I didn’t want to do this to you, but at least I saved you… somehow.”
“At least you’ve stopped bloody lying, witch.” Spike spits, without accepting her apology.
While Spike and Willow talk, Xander watches Tara closely. She doesn’t seem surprised at all that Willow did change Spike’s size. Xander wanders if Willow told her or if Tara figured it out by herself. Does shy, nice Tara tolerate a blatantly lying girlfriend?
“Willow and I are going to do some research and find out how to undo this spell. Since it’s done out of good thought, we should be able to find a solution quickly.” Tara, unusually, takes the leading part in the conversation. “Please come by our dorm room tomorrow after sunset. Maybe we’ll have some results by then. At least, we’ll have a lot of guilt-cookies, won’t we, Willow?” Tara finishes boldly and Willow takes in an appalled breath. Xander adores Tara’s courage; maybe they all underestimate the silent witch.
“Thank you, Glinda.” Spike says smiling in relief that someone is going to help him.
“Yeah, thank you, Tara. Good night you two. We’ll see each other tomorrow.” With that, Xander and Spike are on their way home. The witches disappear back into the Magic Box.
Xander and Spike’s walk back to the new apartment passes almost in a comfortable silence – well, it would if Xander didn’t chuckle to himself a few times until Spike couldn’t take it anymore.
“What’s so damn funny, git?”
Still laughing slightly, Xander answers: “Nothing.”
“Yeah, sure. For nothing, you’re giggling far too much!”
“I am not giggling! Girls giggle, I don’t giggle.” Xander bursts out between fits of laughter.
“Come on, just tell. Make fun of good old Spike.”
“I’m not making fun of you.” Xander says honestly, even if it’s hard to believe with that fat grin on his face. Spike raises an annoyed eyebrow. “It’s just; I never thought I’d ever carry you home!”
“So you imagined me carrying you home?” Spike turns Xander’s words around.
“Yes, I mean, no. Why should I. Well, maybe, it could be..., should I ever be injured in a fight on patrol and should I be in such a bad condition that I can’t walk on my own, maybe you…” Xander drifts off, face bright red and laughter swapped with embarrasement.
“You’ve got some fantasies in that head of yours!” Spike snickers, trying to play it down, even if there is some hope building in the possibility that Xander might be interested in him as a bit more than friends.
“It’s not a fantasy. Not that kind of fantasy. Nothing in a dreamy way of fantasy kind of thing!” Xander tries to explain helplessly. “Just thought that maybe some night, some fight, I might not be able to walk home on my own and who’d help me then. I just couldn’t imagine Buffy carrying me. Or Willow. Or Giles. So that left you.”
“Yeah, sure.” Spike shrugs, not quite believing Xander’s babbled explanation. Silence stretches out and Spike wonders how little trust Xander has in his so called friends and father figure.
“So, would you?”
“Would I what?”
“Carry me home? If I was injured or passed out?”
Spike takes a moment to think about that. He feels that Xander needs a no-nonsense answer to that question. It’s one of those moments that define a relationship.
“Guess so.” Spike finally says and means it. He always was too loyal, even to people who never deserved his loyalty.
Xander lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “That’s good. Good to know.”
The rest of the way home passes in the same comfortable silence in which it began. The whelp’s warm hand feels good around Spike. The slow pace and the rhythmical swing of Xander’s body are calming the vampire down in a way he can’t remember feeling before. He can’t remember having felt this safe before.
They arrive at the apartment shortly after 9 pm. Even if it’s still early in Scoobie time, Xander claims to be very tired. After some face stuffing at the fridge and some blood letting for Spike, Xander sets Spike down inside the doll house. The youth steps out of most of his clothes, then gets into bed. Spike shrugs out of the duster and shirt and pulls off his boots. He’s restless and misses the warmth Xander’s hand had provided him shortly before.
Finally, he decides to be bold.
“Xander?”
“Wow – was that my name you said?”
“Git!”
“Guess you want something?”
“Yes.”
“So?” Xander sits up in the bed to have a better view of the little, only half unclothed vampire.
“I just - it’s silly – to hell – what’s sillier than a shrunken vampire in a doll house?”
“A shrunken vampire in yellow…”
“Shut up, git! Can I sleep there?”
“Where?” Xander looks around himself, searching for the place Spike refers to. “Here?” He gestures to the bed, stunned.
“Yes. I mean, on your hand?”
“You want to sleep on my hand?”
“It’s warm. Electric blanket, remember?”
“But, but – it’s dangerous!”
Spike looks at Xander uncomprehendingly. “Dangerous? Dangerous how?”
“I could, I mean, I could – don’t get angry – squash you!”
Spike thinks for a second. “You wouldn’t.”
“You can’t know that! Once I had this dream where I fell off a building and I needed to hold on with all my strength to not fall off and I’d squash you if the dream repeats itself and…”
“You won’t have that dream again. Not tonight at least. You won’t squash me.” Spike answers, his voice reassuring and full of patience. He wants to sleep warm!
“How can you be so sure?”
“I just am. Now let me – take me over there.” Spike smiles over the perfect double meaning of the sentence and hates being small with renewed energy.
“Okay, I’ll do it – at your own risk! It’s your life, unlife you’re putting into my hand – and wow, that’s some trust you have in me!” Xander finishes and stares in wonder at Spike. “You trust me!”
Spike rolls his eyes. “Get over it. It’s not as if I have a choice.”
“But you do have a choice. You could stay in the house.” Xander doesn’t let it drop so easily and Spike grits his teeth. He hates to be seen through so easily. Xander is stunned. The fact that Spike, of all people – hated enemy and long-time idol – does trust him is just too cool.
“Can I go to bed, I mean to hand now?”
“Sure, just…”
“What now?” Spike asks, annoyed.
“Just, say it.”
“What?”
“That you trust me. I want to hear it.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Puppy-eyes-please?” Xander says and makes the puppy eyes at Spike who melts inwardly.
“Damn you, Harris. Yeah, I do trust you, Xander!” Spike says through gritted teeth.
Xander watches the vampire for a moment intently, then with his most earnest voice he says: “I feel honoured, Spike.”
“Bloody hell, boy!” Spike explodes, unable to handle this situation. Xander pulls back abruptly and turns his eyes down. His fingers play with the blanket unsteadily.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“Xander, look at me. I was just surprised, okay?” Spike says, calmingly. The big brown almost-manga eyes of the boy look back at the vampire. “It’s just – nobody ever trusted me or said he trusted me.”
If there ever is a moment where the Powers That Be should revoke spells spontaneously – this would be the moment. Spike begs them, from all his heart and non-existent soul, but it doesn’t change anything. He so wants to pull the boy into his arms and make the hurt and doubts go away, but at his size it’s absolutely impossible to do that. All that is left to Spike are words: “Xander, I wasn’t mocking you. I was really surprised. You did so much, you still do so much for me. Without you I’d be in real trouble, if not already dust. I thank you for all that and I trust you with my unlife. I didn’t know it means so much to you.”
Spike pauses and thinks for a moment about people he trusted before. He trusted Cecily not to laugh and she did. He trusted Dru to show him another life and she killed him. He trusted Angelus to care for him and he left. He trusted Dru to be his forever and she disappeared. There was not one person, that didn’t disappoint him. “There is no one else on this planet I trust but you, Xander.” Spike says sincerely, more to himself than to the whelp.
Without another word, Xander holds out his hand to the vampire whose shoulders are hunched, hands put deeply into the pockets of his jeans.
“Thank you.” Spike says louder, looking forward to the delicious warm sleeping place the whelp offers him.
“No, Spike, thank you.”
Xander lies down on his side and puts his hand down near his head on the pillow. After Spike himself lies down, Xander pulls up the blanket. The youth drags up one edge of it to cover Spike, too. They’re only a few inches from each other, face to face and Spike wishes, for the thousandth time these past few days, to be normal sized again. Mind you, if he’d been normal sized, chances are he wouldn’t have been here in bed with Xander at all. Still he feels good where he is and he plans on staying there quite a while longer – especially when he is back to his original size again. He’s got way more than three inches to give to Xander.
It doesn’t take long until both of them are fast asleep, Xander’s fingers curled tenderly around Spike’s fragile body.
Part Twelve
Xander wakes up the next morning a while before the alarm is supposed to go off due to him going to bed early the evening before. Like yesterday, the sun shines through the living room windows. For a delightful moment Xander is completely taken aback by the magnitude of his own apartment. He really did it – moved out of the crappy basement, has a well paid job, has a friend who trusts him. Life is great – finally.
Thinking of Spike gives him a brief moment of panic, but it subsides instantly when he finds Spike still sleeping on his hand which is still on the pillow beside his head as if he hadn’t moved at all during the night. The blanket has been pulled down though, but Spike doesn’t look as if he is cold. The vampire is hugging Xander’s thumb with both arms and one leg thrown over it. Xander’s fingers are carefully curled around the small vampire. Xander is happy and relieved: he hasn’t squashed the vampire! On the contrary, it looks as if Xander’s hand protects Spike from any and every evil in this and any other world.
Spike looks cute, cuddled up into his palm, still fast asleep. Xander wonders if he’d also think that about the normal sized version of the vampire. He remembers how sincerely Spike told him yesterday that he trusts Xander. The youth is still proud over that admission. Who’d have thought?
Some minutes pass while Xander watches the vampire in his sleep until it’s time to turn off the alarm before it rattles loudly. Slowly and carefully, Xander moves, sits up and pushes the stop button on the alarm. The boy holds his hand in front of his chest and watches Spike wake up from the movement. Spike’s hair is ruffled and the vampire stretches himself, seemingly unaware of his surroundings.
When Spike opens his eyes, he looks directly into Xander’s big, brown ones which express tenderness and joy. Xander smiles at him and for Spike it’s like the sun rising.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you sleep well?” Xander whispers at the vampire with a voice still husky from sleep. Spike shudders, as Xander’s words are sending butterflies into his belly.
“Haven’t slept so well in decades, pet.” Spike answers barely keeping himself from purring contently.
“Glad to hear that. Glad I didn’t squash you.” Xander grins and Spike laughs slightly.
“Told you, you wouldn’t.”
“So, are you up and ready for another day with me?”
Spike rolls his eyes. If Xander only knew how up and ready he was exactly!
“Would like some breakfast.” Spike says out loud and inspects the little cuts on Xander’s thumb from where he had bled himself to feed Spike. The vampire carefully peels off some of the scab of the freshest wound. Xander doesn’t even feel it, just looks and lets Spike continue. He hopes Spike doesn’t hurt him unintentionally because he doesn’t want Spike to be hurt by the chip. A bit of the scab comes off and there is the slightest welling up of blood. The vampire doesn’t hesitate, he changes and puts his mouth to the little wound on Xander’s thumb. His fangs sink into the wound without Xander noticing it and Spike starts suckling greedily. Xander smiles proudly. He can make Spike happy, he can even nourish him. He can give Spike everything he needs.
While Xander has breakfast, Spike has a bath in a lasagne bowl. Spike didn’t want Xander to eat alone, so the bowl is set down on the table. It’s filled with a lot of bubbles and Spike’s not known for his modesty anyway. While the little vampire washes his hair and scrubs every part of skin he can reach by himself, Xander watches him and chews his cereal. Xander is still fascinated by the grace and flexibility with which the vampire moves, how the small, fragile body parts work together so fluently and efficiently.
Spike gets nervous under Xander’s intense observation. He makes a show of letting the little piece of soap glide over his arms and chest but it seems not to have the wanted effect on Xander. Spike is sure Xander would not watch him so intently in the bath tub if he’d been normal sized. The boy would blush and stutter and take flight instantly. The expression on Xander’s face and in his eyes is more one of technical interest and it makes Spike’s hairs stand up with unease. He feels like some sort of lab rat and that is so not an experience he wants to repeat.
“Be a pal, give me a hand, well, a finger?” Spike asks and breaks the silence and Xander’s stare. He turns over, puts his hands on the rim of the bowl and keeps looking at Xander over his shoulder. Xander watches the vampire’s slim back, the movement of the shoulders, the flex of the muscles on Spike’s once again or once more well-built body. The human blood diet worked wonders. Spike’s ass is only barely coated with foam and for a millisecond Xander has a flash of normal-sized Spike in this position, hollow back, ass in the air, waiting for him to catch on... Huh!?
“Scrub my back?” Spike asks, annoyed to outward appearances but secretly pleased by the delicious little blush that forms on Xander’s cheeks. To his disappointment, it fades as fast as it came.
“Sure, just scream if I overdo it.” Xander says, dipping two fingers of his right hand into the water, catching foam with the tips and then slowly rubbing them over the muscular back in circles, then up and down along the vampire’s spine, just keeping millimetres above Spike’s bottom. Spike lets his head fall back with the first touch of the warm fingers to his water-warmed body. He restrains himself from moaning, but his eyelids flutter shut. Xander puts on just enough pressure and works the kinks out just right. Of course, the vampire delights in these touches also on a more sexual level. Only the fact that Xander would instantly stop touching him if he’d noticed Spike wank, keeps the vampire from trying that.
Fifteen minutes later, Spike is a delightful, moaning piece of butter under Xander’s massage and the boy smiles happily that he’s given Spike so much pleasure. Xander thinks he carries out his new role of a caring and responsible … man every day a little more; it makes him proud. However, to be responsible means to go to work on time and that’s what he needs to do now – even if he could continue massaging Spike forever.
“Got to stop now. I need to go down, got a job to do, money to earn.” Xander says and slowly withdraws his fingers from the satin skin of Spike’s back.
“Don’t!” The vampire pouts.
“I am sorry, but I have to.” Spike continues pouting and Xander feels a little helpless. It seems saying no to Spike is getting harder with those pouting lips and begging blue eyes. “Tell you what… the next chance we get, I promise you another massage even longer and better than this one. Okay?”
Spike is eager to agree. Of course, he won’t demand the fulfilling of the promise until he is normal sized again. A devilish grin crosses the vampire’s face as soon as Xander turns to put the dishes into the sink. Whelp is in for some surprises and, with a little luck, by tonight if the witches are able to revoke the spell.
Xander takes Spike with him to work as he did the day before. The vampire lazily lies in a big armchair and watches Xander’s hands work. Now he has had a little taste of what these long fingers are capable of he can’t wait to get them to touch him again. His trousers are uncomfortably tight all the time which annoys him, but he hasn’t had any alone time yet to relieve the tension. In the meantime, he enjoys the simmering of lust in his belly and his balls. The exhibitionist in him, though, enjoys being hard right in front of Xander’s eyes. He gives a stroke to his hard cock through the fabric of his trousers occasionally and he closes his eyes and dreams of Xander’s hands and mouth travelling over his body.
Finally, the long working hours are over. Xander takes Spike up into the apartment and sets him down inside the living room of his doll house. Spike uses the ride on the boy‘s hand as another opportunity to rub his hard cock against Xander’s hot thumb with every step. Xander has barely disappeared through the door to take a shower, when Spike rips open his trousers and falls to his knees. With one hand he holds himself, the other touches his purple cock just once before he instantly comes convulsing, pumping long streams of come on his living room floor. A whispered “Xander” stays unheard.
The vampire cleans himself and the floor with a shred of the paper tissues formerly used as his footstool. He sits down in his armchair and closes his eyes. Giddy with enthusiasm, Xander storms out of the shower only a few minutes later. The boy gets into his clothes and grabs a sleepy Spike. “Come on, Mini-vamp, we’re going to those lovely witchy ladies now to have you turned back to the Big Bad!” Spike smiles dopily, still enjoying the aftermath of his intense orgasm; he doesn’t even notice Xander calling him Mini-vamp. Suddenly, nervousness grabs his belly with an icy fist: what if the witches didn’t find a way to turn him back and - what if they did?
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