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Count Luffton

Title: COUNT LUFFTON
8/26
Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X, AU
Rating: Adult NC17 for language and M/M sexual content.
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing including the characters and
products named in this story.
Warnings: Sex, violence and character death. Yes, the mouse
dies.
Summary: This story is a followup to Mouse but it is not necessary
to have read it. Xander brings Spike home to kill a mouse.
The mouse escaped and Spike stayed for the fun, games
and conflicts that S/X always get up to. One night Spike
gets more than a little drunk and does something stupid.

Comments: The last few stories have been drama and trauma. I felt
we needed some lighthearted fluff, comedy and stupidity.

Thanks to: Petxnd for her preread and suggestions and to Silk Labyrinth
for her betaing of boo boos. It should be noted that if any
irregularities remain it is due to the Bee's bullheadedness.






Spike's upper lip curled in disgust as he gazed at the abomination he had
created. He must have been drunker than he thought. There was no way
Xander would see the humor in this. There was only one thing to do.
He would have to dust the little fucker.

Luffton continued to sway as his new god held him by the tail. With his
hunger sated and now in the presence of his master, the vampire mouse felt
his body relax. His fangs seemed smaller, his razor claws retracted and he
was much more his old self.

There was no more fear or unreasonable rage. There was only peace, trust
and love for the big sire that held him in the rump-up position and stared into
his happy little vampire mouse face.

Gradually, Spike's own expression softened and finally with a snort and a
chuckle, he lowered the strange creature till his tiny feet rested on Spike's
stomach.

"You really are a cute little fucker, aren't you? Suppose it wouldn't really be
cricket to just dust you. I mean it was my mistake after all. No sense in you
having to pay the price, innit? Tell you wot, you just scamper on and we will
speak no more of this embarrassing bit of a lapse in judgement. Oh, I know.
You should slip off next door. I think the big bint wot lives across the hall
has one of them hairless rat dogs. It would be a right fine dinner for you. Go
on now. Run along."

Spike gently nudged the mouse in his ribs. It was a sign taken by the fledge
mouse as a game his new sire wanted to play so, in response, he squeaked
and dug his claws into Spike's skin to anchor himself, fiercely resisting all
attempts to dislodge him.

"Ow ow ow, you vicious little demon, you!"

Spike laughed and, despite his words, his voice reflected the pride and affection
he was quickly developing for the small demon mouse who was painfully
attached to his bare skin.

"All right. All right. You can stay for a few minutes. At least until we decide
what to do with you."

Spike ran his finger gently over the mouse's head and across the two bumpy
wounds on the undead animal's back. Luffton responded immediately by
scooting up and tucking himself under Spike's chin. He then proceeded to
curl into a furry ball and sigh with a quiet happy little mousey squeak.

Spike, sap that he is, was lost.

He was overwhelmed with a warmth and a sire's sense of protection
compounded with a huge dose of obligation to this fledge mouse. A creature
who was unashamed to show the vampire blind love and devotion.

Unlike some humans who would go unnamed.

Spike knew without a doubt that his mouse would stand proudly in front of
his mousey friends and family and announce to the rodent world that Spike
was his sire. It was exactly what Spike needed, and he purred his response
to tell his mouse that the feelings were returned.

Luffton felt the rumble in his master's chest and he knew he had been accepted.

It was a shift in the axis of Spike's world. He was a sire. It was totally irrelevant
that his fledge was a rodent. He was Spike's and that was all that mattered.

Wasting no more time, Spike plucked the surprised mouse from where it was
cuddled, snuffling his sire's neck, and he jumped from the bed. He hurried to
the dresser and he set his mouse on top while he dressed in his usual black
tee and jeans.

There was no time like the present to begin to set guidelines, establish rules and
undertake his new pet's training. Spike was charged. He was invigorated at
the prospect.

His body felt stronger as the effects of the aspirin kicked in and time corrected
the minor damage. The skull fracture behind his ear would take longer but was
also secondary in the face of his new obligations.

"All right, my little friend. I think the first thing we need is a spot of breakfast.
Lucky for us, Xander has just filled the fridge with some Red Cross cast offs so
we should have our pick of type. Fancy a nip of the old A+? Yep, me too."

Spike did a quick hop as he tugged the tight trousers up over his slim hips and he
buttoned the fly. He slipped his shirt on and he added one more accessory to
complete his new look. He gently set his mouse back on his shoulder. Luffton
held his head up proudly and together they left their lonely pasts behind as they
marched to the kitchen.

Once there, Spike whistled happily as he went about his domestic chore. He
was so content that he didn't even mind that the tune looping repeatedly through
his head and pouring out of his puckered lips was "It's a Small World." Actually,
when he thought about it, it seem very apropos. Disney had his mouse and
now Spike did too. Of course, Spike's was better.

Luffton made use of his new and improved claws by gripping the master's shoulder
like a parrot. The repetitious sound the master was making with his mouth was
fun, soothing almost. For the first twenty times. Then it became irritating.
Then downright annoying as fuck.

When it appeared a brand new round of lip noise was about to begin, Luffton
dug his nails in deeply, through the master's shirt and right into the skin.

"OUCH! Damn, mouse. Not so hard!"

Spike peeled the creature from his flesh and he set him down on the counter while
the microwave whirred behind him. Luffton waited with reverence as his master
removed a most delicious-smelling container from the strange box. The odor that
filled the air was intoxicating. It was maddening. Immediately, Luffton's tiny
body began to quiver and his little feet did an excellent imitation of Xander's
Snoopy dance. Spike laughed at the comparison.

He then reached into the cabinet and pulled out the cap from a medicine bottle
and he set it down before carefully pouring it full of the blood from his cup. The
sight and sound of it, added to the aroma, was like a shockwave through Luffton's
brain and he felt the strange transformation begin again.

This time, however, there was no pain. This time he welcomed the feel of his
face cracking and reforming. He relished the long sharp fangs that grew in his
mouth and he knew the sleek, rounded hump of his back made him fearsome
and frightening.

Spike slid the cup of warmed blood toward his demon mouse and watched in
fascination as his pet shifted. If the lion was the king of the jungle, it was only
because Spike's mouse wasn't there.

Spike sipped his own cup while the mouse slurped his and he stared at the beet
red, glowing eyes of the rodent. Spike tipped his head thoughtfully.

"You know I can't keep calling you 'mouse.' We need to give you a name.
Hmmm. What would suit you? Homer? Carlisle? Oh, how about Rupert?
I know another Rupert that acts a bit mousey but has a right ugly demon side
in him."

Spike laughed and took another sip and he pondered the situation. Luffton
glanced up now and then but his main focus was on the wonderful treat his
master had given him. The master was making those human 'bla bla' sounds
that Luffton assumed were their version of squeaks. It was generally
uninteresting, but it seemed to make the master happy so that was fine with
Luffton and he dove back into his breakfast as the master continued.

"It has to be a proud name. Something that speaks to your status as my
personal pet. Maybe...no. Perhaps...well, that's stupid. Hmmm."

Spike was stumped. He set his cup down and watched the rapid movement
of his mouse's nose and whiskers. Suddenly, as he was about to give up the
quest for a fitting AKA, the mouse looked up. His nose stopped wriggling
and the blood dripped in slow motion from the tips of his vampire mouse fangs.

He seemed to stare directly into Spike's eyes with an intensity and intelligence
that caught Spike off guard. Neither vampire moved as the seconds dragged
on. Entranced, Spike watched and would have sworn that his mouse's eyes
began to glow like beacons as they pierced through the dim light of the curtain
darkened kitchen.

Then, just as quickly as it began, the moment stopped with a twitch of the tiny
nose and the mouse resumed eating as though nothing had changed.

Spike blinked and wondered what the fuck had just happened. Maybe the
blow he had taken to the head was harder than he thought. Gently, he touched
the sore spot behind his ear and dismissed the odd moment as a trick of a
damaged brain. Still, it left him with one strange name settling in his mind.

"Luffton. Your name will be Luffton."

Spike spoke in an almost reverent whisper. He didn't know how he knew, but
he was certain. His mouse would be called, "Count Luffton. Possibly Luffy for
short."

Luffton's head snapped up and his lip curled away from his razor sharp fangs.

Possibly not.
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