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Heavy Petting	By : QueenB Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Heavy Petting
Author: QueenBoadicea
Pairing: Xander/Blayne
Distribution: Do your worst—it can’t compare to my worst ;)
Notes: Spoilers for BtVS season one, episode “Teacher’s Pet”
Xander: Well, he’s buff! She never said anything about him being buff!
Willow: You think he’s buff?
Xander: He’s a very attractive man! How come *that* never came up?

Xander opened his eyes blearily. For a moment, he couldn’t figure out where he was. The ceiling seemed way too close, there was a nasty smell of sweat, piss and another odor he couldn’t immediately define.
What had happened? He had been sitting on Ms. French’s couch, having a martini. Privately, he had thought himself too young to drink but he hadn’t wanted to seem like a little kid to her. She was probably used to men, grown men, who drank.
Then why was she hanging around with high schoolers giving them alcohol? The answer was important, he knew, because there had been something else before he passed out, something about her rough hands and a voice crying out...
He sat up slowly, blinking. Now that his mind was clearing a little, he could see that he was in a tiny room, one that had…bars.
Uh oh. Cage. Not good, not good at all. His heart started hammering as the fog cleared completely.
“Xander?” a voice hissed.
He swung his head around. Now that he could focus, he noticed another cage directly against his. Crouched in it was Blayne, his usually neat clothes mussed, his hair a wild tangle and fear visible in his crazed eyes.
“Blayne? Oh man, of all the people I had to share a cage with, why’d it have to be you? Couldn’t they have stuck me in here with Pamela Anderson?” Xander quipped.
Blayne’s terror vanished to be replaced by annoyance. “Xander, this is no time for your stupid jokes!”
“Why? You got better material?”
“Dammit, Xander! You don’t get it! We’re in serious shit here!”
“I’ll say. So what’s the sitch, Blayne? Try to keep it to words of one syllable so you don’t strain yourself too much.”
Blayne thrust his hands through the bars as if trying to strangle Xander and the other boy scooted back out of reach. Then Blayne took several deep breaths as if reining in his temper—barely. “It’s that Ms. French woman. Oh god.” He began to shake.
“Easy, take it easy, man. Breathe, relax.” Xander had never seen Blayne like this. The boy was white faced and almost pissing himself with fear. It made Xander instantly protective, a feeling that made no sense, since he preferred to think of himself as Buffy’s savior instead of anyone else’s. Which was totally ridiculous, of course, because why would the Slayer ever need saving?
“She…Ms. French…she…oh god.” Blayne’s shakes increased.
Xander reached through the bars and grabbed him by the shoulder. He squeezed hard—wow, Blayne had some serious muscles under his shirt—and shook the other boy. “Blayne! You need to focus! Stay with me here!”
The sharp tone appeared to snap the other boy out of whatever dark place he was sliding into. “She’s not human, man. She’s some kind of…bug.” He shuddered. “I saw her…oh god…she turned into this humungous praying mantis and she…oh god…she was on top of this other guy and they were…oh god…then while they were screwing…oh god…s-she bit off his head! While he was still going at it!”
Xander felt the bile rise in his throat. So this was what had happened to Dr. Gregory. Ms. French had killed him—presumably to get his job without interference and easy access to young boys.
Something had to be done and it didn’t look as if Blayne would be an immediate help. Xander began pulling at the bars at the front of his cage. Nothing. No give at all. But the ones at the side appeared a little rusty; maybe they hadn’t been as well maintained. He started yanking back and forth on one of them, grunting with the exertion, putting all his strength into it.
The bar creaked and then gave way, coming loose in his hand. Blayne watched in disbelief as Xander crawled through the widened space.
“Hey, what’d you do that for? Now we’re both trapped in the same cage.”
“A weapon,” Xander said grimly, hefting the bar.
“I think you’re gonna need it.” Blayne slumped back in a corner. Clearly, he had no faith in Xander’s abilities as a protector.
“Blayne, don’t give up so easily,” Xander said. “We’re still alive and we’ve both got our heads. I for one think that makes us much luckier than Bachelor Number One. What I don’t get is why she picked us. What makes us so special?”
Blayne bit his lip. “I don’t know! She said something to me about being untouched and, uh…” Suddenly he stopped, turning beet red.
“Yeah, she said that she could tell that I hadn’t been with a woman.” Xander stared at Blayne. “She said she needed it,” he added slowly.
“Well, that doesn’t explain why she wants me!” Blayne blustered.
Xander considered the facts, what he knew compared to what he believed. He’d never actually seen Blayne with a girl, only his other guy friends. He bragged about having sex with lots of girls but then so did Xander. He squirmed inwardly when he recalled running over to Buffy and Willow and throwing his arms around them in a showy attempt to impress. Maybe…Blayne was just as much as a poser as he was.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Blayne?”
“Hell, no!” the other boy shouted, his features flushing again.
“Um, Blayne, man, it’s okay. It’s not like you need to lie to...”
“I’M NOT LYING!!”
“Louder, I don’t think the predatory she-bug heard you,” Xander snapped back.
Blayne’s fists clenched. “Xander, if you talk about this to anyone—” he threatened.
“You’ll what? Blayne, we’re in serious shit, as you told me a moment ago, and we need to think how we’re gonna get out of this, not about preserving our fragile male egos.”
He met Blayne’s gaze in a hard stare. It was the other teenager who looked away first.
“I, uh…” He swallowed. “Okay, so there haven’t been any girls. I think I prefer, that is, I kinda like…” His eyes darted to Xander, ran over his body, before sliding away again.
A penny dropped. “You’re into guys?”
Blayne ran his hands through his hair, messing it even further. On him, tussled hair looked good. “I…I’ve never been with anybody, Xander, not even a man. This is a small town and…and the guys I hang out with would be so not cool with it.”
“Maybe you’ve been with the wrong guys.” Oh shit. Had he just said that out loud? By the way Blayne was staring at him, he had.
Xander thought about Angel, about his initial reaction when he’d first seen him. Buff and attractive, that’s how he had described the mysterious figure, looking all muscular and hot in that leather jacket. He was even hotter when he’d taken it off and draped it around Buffy.
Holy smokes.
Blayne was no Angel, that was for sure. But he was really good looking in a fresh, boyish, clean-cut-preppy kind of way. So this maybe wouldn’t be so hard.
What if Blayne said no? If he did, it wouldn’t matter much. It wasn’t like Xander was asking him for a date. And it was either this or risk his feeble fighting skills against a man-eating bug. “Look, Blayne, I see a way for us to get out of this…or at least keeping her from picking one of us to be her next chew toy. Make that screw toy. We just…shouldn’t be virgins anymore.”
Blayne got it. Xander could see the realization in his eyes. His expression held fear, curiosity and an undeniable relief. Then he blurted, “I want to be on top.”
Ooookay, he was getting right to the point. That made it easier. When he grabbed for Xander’s shirt and tried yanking it out of his pants, though, Xander gripped him by the wrists. “Whoa! Slow down! I’m not a piece of meat, you know!”
Blayne hesitated, drew back a little. “I know. It’s just, we might not have much time.”
“Yeah. She-bug on the premises.” Still, even with the need to hurry, Xander didn’t want to rush this. He suspected it might hurt and taking time could only help.
Blayne leaned forward awkwardly. Their noses bumped on the first try. Xander turned his head slightly and their lips met.
The kiss was clumsy, all dry mouths and smacking lips. Then Blayne’s tongue swept softly across his and Xander gasped, taken aback by the thrill that raced through him.
Suddenly they were kissing, really kissing, frantic nipping embraces interchanged with slower ones. Blayne was gasping and panting, his heart banging against Xander’s own, as their hands swept over their backs and waists. Xander reached out and touched the other teenager’s bare chest, the connection giving him courage to continue.
Blayne pulled up Xander’s shirt, slid underneath it to the waiting flesh. Xander made no protest this time; it felt like trails of heat were being left everywhere Blayne touched and all he wanted was more of it. Blayne ground his hand into Xander’s crotch and Xander gurgled a little as his dick took a definite interest. Oh, yeah, no hesitation here. Little Xander was definitely ready for action.
He fell back onto the floor of the cage, Blayne falling on top of him. There was no finesse—they did have to hurry, after all—but they managed to pull their shirts aside and shuck their pants down to their knees. And now Blayne was grinding on top of him, his dick sliding across Xander’s, and it was amazing, incredible, so much better than anything Xander could ever have imagined with a girl.
Blayne drew back slightly and spat hard, once, twice into his open palm. Xander blinked. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“I’ve never done this but I’ve read about it. Lubrication helps and I don’t have anything else.”
“Lubri—? Okay. Okay. Uh, I get it.” Xander’s face felt really hot. If he was blushing half as much as Blayne was, he probably would have lit up the Bronze when it was closed.
Blayne’s hand pushed at Xander’s thighs and they parted reluctantly. When the fingers pushed at his asshole, Xander felt a moment’s panic. But the unexpected tenderness in Blayne’s eyes swept away his fears. The fingers pushed at his ass, pushed harder and then…
Blayne’s fingers were inside him. It was decidedly weird, having a guy finger him like this, and Xander didn’t get the point. He was getting slicker, sure, but did Blayne really have to push so deep and…
Xander let out a yelping cry. He knew they had to be quiet but he couldn’t help it. Blayne had touched something inside him and it felt good, damned good.
Blayne stared at him uncertainly. “Dude? You okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Hurt me? Hell no! Just do that again and hurry!”
Blayne did better than that. He ran his fingers back and forth, moving more confidently, taking his cues from Xander’s garbled cries and feverish instructions.
“Oh, oh, man, that’s so…yeah, over there again, that spot, more, MORE!” Xander’s head fell back and he felt Blayne’s tongue swipe against his Adam’s apple before nibbling at his neck. Warm fingers were pulling at his nips and it was almost too much. Xander had never thought that someone’s fingers, mouth—shit, Blayne was sucking at them now!—would feel so good on his nipples, had never thought of his nipples as being part of sexplay at all. Boy, had he been missing out.
Blayne’s fingers left him and Xander could have cried. “Blayne, man…!”
“Just give me a sec, Xander,” Blayne panted. The other boy’s weight shifted to his hips and Xander felt something harder poke at his ass. Fear rose for a second, squeezing his throat shut. Before he could speak, it was too late to stop.
Blayne was inside him and that shy poking with his fingers was nothing compared to this. That limber form was sliding over his, inside him, and Xander gave himself up to it entirely. The firm dick was hitting him just in that spot and Xander thought he was going to lose his mind. Another push and he cried out, gripping Blayne tighter and kissing him hard.
Suddenly, the cage didn’t matter, the Insect Lady didn’t matter, whoever had died in here didn’t matter. All there was was this moment, with Blayne whispering nonsense words into his ears, licking at his neck and fucking him into the floor.
There was a clutching sensation low in his body, one that Xander recognized from all his times he’d spent jerking off, only this time much more powerful than any of his solo sessions. He gave a final muffled cry, biting into Blayne’s shirt-clad shoulder, as he came all over his stomach. Blayne came only moments afterwards.
They lay there, stunned at what had just happened. Then Blayne scrambled off him, pulling out so fast, that it made Xander gasp. The emptiness that followed was overwhelming, especially when the other boy turned from him, shaking hands pushing his shirt back into his pants.
Re-dressing was awkward, to say the least. Xander found himself avoiding Blayne’s eyes even as the other boy avoided his. He wanted to say something, anything, to break the deadly silence. But what was he going to do, ask Blayne for his phone number? They didn’t really like each other. They didn’t even share anything outside of this cage except occasional talks at the Bronze.
“Hello, boys. Glad to see you’re awake.” The smooth voice came from the stairs and huge insectile claws came lumbering down the steps followed by a mantis head with bulbous eyes.
Shit, she was even bigger than he’d imagined. How the hell had the curvy woman he’d shared a martini with turned into this?
She skittered closer and then stopped. Her head lifted and her front claw-teeth—what were they called? Willow probably would have known—twitched rapidly. Xander couldn’t tell from her buggy face but he got the impression that she was suddenly very angry.
“What? You’re not virgins any more!” she hissed.
“Aw, did we throw a widdle wrench in your plans?” Xander asked, smirking. “You got two teenagers drunk, left them alone in a cage and you expected no hanky panky? Stupid even for a bug, aren’t you?”
“You little shit!” Her front legs jittered on the floor before she visibly calmed herself. “Oh well. I guess I’ll just have to settle for eating you. I was starting to feel a little hungry anyway.” She reached forward, her claw clicking open the cage. In spite of his squirming, she easily snagged Xander by his leg and began drawing him inexorably closer.
Closing his hand around the hidden bar, Xander swung wildly and connected with the bug’s head. He’d thought he might rip open something, maybe cause icky bug juice to go flying. But she simply shook her head and stared at him through multi-faceted eyes. “Was that supposed to hurt?” she murmured mildly.
“Uh…” Over her shoulder, Xander saw Buffy kick in the basement window and crawl through, trailing her bag of weapons behind her.
“Let him go!” she yelled.
Ms. French turned from Xander to deal with this new threat. Xander watched in disbelief as Buffy fumbled with a tape recorder, lost her machete and nearly got eaten by Ms. French. He wavered about whether he should help her when he remembered Blayne.
The other boy was stuck in the corner of the cage, frozen in shock at the sight of Ms. French again. Xander grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked at him. “Come on, Blayne, it’s time to go. Let Buffy handle this.”
Blayne blinked, his eyes focusing on Xander’s again. “B-Buffy? But…she’s just a girl!”
“Yeah, and Ms. French was just a science teacher until she decided to have us over for drinks and dinner.” He pulled again and this time Blayne came with him. The other boy seemed to regain his courage, scurrying out of the cage, leaving Buffy to save the day, as usual.
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Xander wished that Willow would just stop talking. It was all over, the she-bug was dead; did they have to go on about it?
His red-headed best friend hugged him hard. “I’m really glad you’re okay. It’s so unfair how she only went after virgins.”
Blayne laughed, a high shrill noise that sounded more hysterical than anything else. “Flag down on that play, babe. I’m not…”
Giles chimed in, “Well, you see, that’s the She-Mantis’s modus operandi. Uh, she only preys on the pure.”
Great, Watcherman had to give up his two cents. Xander snapped, “Well, isn’t this just the perfect ending to a wonderful day!”
“My dad’s a lawyer. Anyone repeats this to anybody, they’re gonna find themselves facing a lawsuit.”
“Blayne, shut up!” Xander yelled.
Everybody in the room stared at him, Blayne included. Once again, the other boy’s gaze shifted from his. There was a tense moment of silence and then they marched out of the house, leaving Ms. French’s insect corpse to rot in the basement.
Blayne took off as soon as they hit the streets, refusing offers of a ride or anything else. Xander couldn’t blame him. This wasn’t the way anyone would want to lose his virginity. This certainly wasn’t how Xander had expected his day to go at all.
But—it had settled things for him. Buffy was a great girl and one tough Slayer. She just wasn’t the one for him. Not that he would be looking up Blayne anytime soon. What they’d shared would remain a deep, dark secret between the two of them. In fact, Xander had no doubt that Blayne would run straight back to his friends and tell more lies about the girls he’d banged senseless.
As for Xander, well, maybe he would talk to that Angel guy and see if he had anything more to say for himself than cryptic warnings about fork guys…
Finis
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