bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Count Luffton

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
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.

Xander was ecstatic. He never would have imagined upon rising this morning
that today would be such a red-letter day. It was the kind that you put a gold
star on the little square on your calendar to commemorate.

Or maybe, in this case, a pink star.

He had come out!!

He had admitted to his co-workers that the road he walked was a one-way
street and despite his Chicken Little reservations, the sky had not fallen and
no one had punched him in the nose. In fact, he was stunned to know that
there were others like him. Who'da thunk?

Xander happily upshifted his truck's gears into third and he sped toward home.
He couldn't wait to tell Spike. Xander's secrecy was a bone of contention
between them that sometimes prevented other boners from slipping twixt
and tween. But no more. Not after today.

True enough, it wasn't a solution to the main argument of Xander's reluctance
to speak to his friends, but it was a small bonus check that Xander was
certain would buy him time while he considered what to do about dropping
the gay-vampire-boinking bomb on the others.

He snickered as his brain set the scene. Spike would just be rising for the day.
He would be his usual grumpy self despite the fact that Xander had stocked the
fridge with all the vampire's favorites. Xander would stroll in. He would kiss
the blond on the downturned, pouty lips and he would proudly announce that
everyone on the job site now knew that his wiener would not be seeking a

Spike would be overwhelmed with gratitude and blow jobs would be offered.
Xander would humbly accept and an evening of deliciously dirty activities
would ensue.


Xander smacked the horn on his steering wheel for emphasis as he shouted.

"That's right. Xander Harris is an uphill gardener and a backside artist but
at least I don't pump my own gas anymore!"

Xander slowed for a red light and spotted a gaggle of old women standing on
the corner. He immediately rolled down his window and stuck his head out,
shouting and waving.

"I'm driving the wrong way on the turnpike, ladies!"

The signal then turned green, he rolled up the window and happily sped on
knowing he was just minutes away from paradise.


Spike and Luffton were stretched out on the sofa. After finishing their brekkies
and a cursory clean-up, they had retired to the living room to watch some
Pawn Stars and laugh at Chumlie's latest screw-up.

Spike was sitting upright with his feet propped up on the coffee table and munching
from a bowl of Fiddle Faddle while Luffton scampered around snatching stray
crumbs and wondering if he dared accidentally nip the master on the finger and steal
a quick swallow.

Sire and mouse childe were content. They hadn't a care in the world and nothing
could upset their relaxed demeanor. Nothing except....


When Spike heard the familiar rumble of the Chevy pickup truck as it rounded the
bend, he leapt to his feet, nearly causing the startled rodent to tumble to the floor.
At the last second, it gripped and held on, swinging off the front of Spike's tee.

"Oh, holy fuck-a-duck! There is no way Xander will understand this one.
Especially considering the way he hates mice! We gotta hide you. That's it!
We will keep you out of sight until I have the chance to explain all this. Won't
be long. Xander's a reasonable...."

The rest of Spike's rationalization was slapped from his mouth by the loud gunshot-
like sound of the truck backfiring, signaling it was in its final descent before coming
in for a landing in the driveway.


Spike dashed into the kitchen with his mouse hanging on for dear unlife. He darted
over to the cabinets and unceremoniously snatched the mouse from the front of his
shirt, opened the cupboard door and tossed him in, slamming the door shut behind.

Suddenly, one word flashed in neon lights in Spike's flustered brain.


Immediately he jerked the door back open and let out an unmanly scream as he
watched Luffton take a big bite out of the bottom of the cardboard box.

"No! Bad Luffton!"

Spike again snatched the mouse and spun in a full circle in the kitchen, desperately
hunting a safe haven of concealment for his pet as he heard the metallic grinding
sound of the garage door rising.

Oven? No.
Toaster? No.
Fridge? No.

Spike's panic level rose in direct proportion to the sounds of the garage door
again dropping down, the back door opening and closing, and finally peaked
when he heard the voice shouting.

"Spike? Hey, Spike, you up?"

Spike whirled around and finally tossed the confused bundle of fur under the
sink with a point of the finger and a stern command to...

"Sit! Stay!!"

...just as Xander came charging in. The boy was breathless and his eyes shone
with passion and excitement. When Spike saw the boy's flushed face, he was
taken totally aback as the power of love and lust rushed through him and he
temporarily forgot about the bizarre day he had just had.

Before he could ask, Xander ran into the vampire's arms, scooped up the
smaller man and pressed their lips together in a hot, wet, all-consuming kiss
that further blanked Spike's brain and sent all his secondhand blood rushing
to his pants.

When he finally pulled back to breathe, Xander's hand cupped the bulge in
Spike's pants and he laughed.

"Well, lookie here. It must be Easter cause my bunny has a full basket."

Spike tried to look stern and he growled at the very bad pun, but it was a
false foul mood that both men knew would not hold water in the face of
nudity so the pretense was quickly abandoned. Then, with a laugh and a
shake of the head, Spike shocked his boy by tossing him over his shoulder
and darting towards the bedroom. Xander whooped and held on.

"Hey! Put me down!"

The sound of their combined laughter ebbed away and was quickly cut off
as the bedroom door closed behind them.

Light as a ping pong ball, Luffton had sailed into the enclosure. He pinballed
off the drain pipe, bounced from the bottle of dishwash to the box of trash bags
and came to a rolling stop against the small scrub bucket. There he relaxed,
uncurled and rested on his side with his head propped up on one paw as he
waited to see what kind of game the master wanted to play this time.

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