Disclaimer: I do not own any of the
characters in this story and make no
money off them.
Summary: AU. Xander is a young man
living in an Amish community when he
finds himself confronted by the evil of a
STRONG WARNING: although done in a respectful
manner, this story deals with religious issues. If you
find that offensive DO NOT READ.
Special thanks to Petxnd for the wonderful artwork
Spike held the boy close to his body. He could
feel him panic and struggle. In a move to calm him
Spike bit deeply into the claiming mark on the side
of his neck.
With nearly no blood in the newly risen body, Spike
held fast but did not draw. It was a move that brought
great comfort, reassurance and peace to the childe.
Xander continued to clutch and hold fast to his anchor,
Feeling the boy calm slightly Spike withdrew and laid
him back on the bed of straw.
Still sniffing and snarling the new vampire allowed himself
to be positioned and undressed. Instinctively he knew
his sire would ease his suffering and make him whole.
Spike quickly tossed both their clothes to the side and
wasted no more time before biting deeply into his wrist.
At the scent of the first drop of exposed blood Xander
reacted instantly attaching himself to the sire's arm and
Both men moaned and rocked together. Spike looked
down and smiled. Seemed all the blood the boy was
taking was going directly to his cock, which had now
stiffened and grown hard.
Spike, too was erect and aching. His cock knew without
having to be told that the boy was his for the taking.
All to soon for both of them Spike pulled his arm away
and allowed some of the blood to dribble over his
hard, leaking cock. Using his hand he coated and stroked.
With the boy calmed from the bite and sated with blood
he was now focused on the only other thing his body
The claiming and mating of his sire.
Xander immediately hooked his arms under his knees
and pulled his legs up high exposing his hole to the
cool open air and his master's view.
He whimpered and waited impatiently.
Spike settled on his knees between his childe's legs
and ran his hands from the boy's stomach up his chest
to his nipples.
He stared at the beautiful sight below him.
"Shhh. Not yet."
Spike twisted, pinched and pulled sharply till Xander's
nipples were sore and deliciously hard.
Spike remembered his own night of consumation.
It was done with haste.
Angrily and with the bare mechanics of ramming a hard
cock into a virgin hole.
The spirit clinging to him cringed at the thought. But it
need not worry.
It would not be like that with his childe.
There had to be both blood and pain, both men
instinctively knew that, but there would also be love
Spike couldn't touch enough. His hands were everywhere
and Xander had never known such physical sensations.
He laid there pliant and content, squirming for more.
Spike scraped his fingernails down the crease of Xander's
thighs but stopped when he heard a strange sputtering sound.
Straining his ears, he finally burst into laughter when he
realized what it was.
It took only seconds more for the sputtering, grunting
sound to change and evolve into full fledged purring.
Pride bloomed in Spike's chest. His child could purr!
A skill a new vampire usually didn't develope till he
was months or even years old.
As a reward Spike pushed Xander's legs even higher
and nibbled his sac, sucking the balls and licking the
soft tender skin behind.
He was careful not to touch his cock as he knew he
was already too close. It was important that he
not cum till Spike was buried deep inside him.
Xander growled and hissed
"Ssssssss. Please, Sire. Help me release. Please put
your mouth on me."
"Soon childe, soon."
Spike continued to lick and suck rubbing his nose in
the crevass between the cheeks of Xander's ass.
He could still detect the faint smell of human
sweat and musk. Spike devoured every trace of it
implanting it to memory for the next hundreds of years.
Tracing the wrinkles and pucker with the tip of his tongue,
Spike wet the hole as well as he could. There would be
plenty of time later for long luxurious nights of sex and love,
but now he was driven by the innermost need to fuck
Leaning over the boy Spike kissed him, shoving the musky
tongue in the boy's mouth. Xander moaned at the wonderful
shared taste. A lifetime of restrictive inhabitions were forgotten
in a flash. Rejected, as unimportant as the need to breath.
Spike ran his hand over his blood slick cock squeezing a bubble
of pre-cum from the spongy head.
Lining his cockhead up to the boy's nearly virgin hole, Spike
made sure Xander's unfocused eyes were trained on his master.
"Hear me Childe. I am your Sire. You will always belong to me.
From the day I made you till the day your body returns to the dust
of the earth."
The words filled Xander's heart in a way nothing else ever had.
"I willingly give myself to you"
Spike slammed his cock in tearing the tight passage and easing the
rest of the way with the blood of connection. Xander howled, his
body arching as the pain tore through him. Their shared
demon spun between them, embracing the spirit and binding
After only seconds, Spike pulled back and slowly slid in.
"Fuck that's good."
He straightened up on his knees so he could watch his
rigid bloody cock claimed the tight hole of his childe.
Xander continued to lie still while his body was filled
with cock and the wonderful painful pleasure.
Spike's movements sped up. The sights, smells, and sounds
overwhelmed his senses and he was ready. Ready to fill
his boy with the first of many loads of spunk.
He pounded deeply now slamming Xander's prostate
repetedly and sending shocks of need through his
bladder to his cock.
Xander whimpered his need to come.
Spike wrapped his bloody fist around his childe's
cock and stroked roughly.
"Come for me Xander. Feel the bliss, the burn and
Xander responded immediately, his body arching off
the straw bed as he pumped spurt after spurt onto
Spike's hand and his own stomach.
The sudden squeezing muscles pulled Spike's own
orgasm from him and he filled the boy's body to
overflowing with cool sticky cum.
The sting of the release in his torn bowels felt like
scratching an itch he just couldn't reach.
It satisfied a need he didn't know he had.
Both froze as they felt the attachment slam into
place. Spike especially understood and appreciated
how important and precious it was. He knew he would
never toss it aside and break the bond as his own sire
After a few minutes the rigor mortis like stifness in their
muscles relaxed and Spike eased himself from the
grip of the boy's ass.
He immediately flipped the limp body onto his stomach
and checked for damage. The hole was red swollen
and still leaking both blood and cum which Spike
quickly licked up.
His demon crowed with pride that he had caused that
even as he knew it would be healed by morning.
Spike laid his body flat, spread over the boy's back,
locking fingers with him, covering, claiming and consuming
the body beneath him.