Handrew. Andrew/Spike. 15
Remember when in Angel S5, the nutty slayer chopped off Spike's hands? Well....
Handrew
This is the part of me you can have. Forever. Entwine our fingers beneath your pillow at night. Press my cool palm around your cock. Set me loose to prowl your skin.
Andrew hears it. He lifts the pale, lopped, right hand, with its castaway fragment of demon, that calls to him from the filthy bench. A glance at the flashing hubris around him and the thing is swallowed, twitching still, into the labyrinth lining Andrew's foolish coat. Jerking, doubly blind, against his hip, as Andrew slips past the scurry and searching.
Well, it isn't as if Spike won't grow a new one. Eventually.