Paring: S/X - of course
Warnings: None really except the expected man lovin'
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing, including the
lovely men used in the commission of this story.
Summary: This is a follow up to the story "Temptation".
It sees Spike and his new childe returning to California
to the dark angel. He has the answers to questions
Spike has about Xander.
Anyone who is interested in reading Temptation, it can be
found here: http://bmblbee.livejournal.com/tag/temptation
As always chapters posted daily, comments very gratefully accepted.
The first few days travel proved much more difficult than Spike
had anticipated. Working their way to town to collect the car he
had hidden should have taken only a couple of hours.
He hadn't taken into account the cravings and demands of a new
fledge. He vaguely recalled the need for large amounts of blood from
the time he was first risen, and was able to deal with it by slaughtering
several deer and small animals as they wound their way through the
It was made more difficult by Xander's repeated annoying complaints
of "killing God's creatures."
Finally as Xander sat down to suck deeply from the ripped out throat
of a wild boar, Spike gently explained that God put these animals on
earth to feed and sustain mankind, and whether it was their meat on a
platter or their blood infusing their reanimated bodies, the animals were
serving their purpose, and Xander was, in fact, doing God's will by
Xander sat cross legged on the damp ground with the near corpse of
the hog settled on his lap. Frowning, he sunk his fangs in a little deeper
and thought about it as he drained the last of the blood from the convulsing
body. When he finally finished and tossed the limp pig aside, Xander licked
his lips and smiled. 'O.k then' Spike patted himself on the back.
One argument won.
The other problem slowing them down was Xander constant need
for physical reassurance. Touching, caressing, more often than not,
sucking and fucking.
Spike knew these first few days were akin to a honeymoon period
and best spent in seclusion with Sire and Childe cementing their bond
in private and leisure.
It was a luxury they didn't have.
Not until they were able to find somewhere safe. So the cycle continued.
They traveled a few miles till the hunger hit.
Spike would catch some unsuspecting woodland creature and feed
it to his beloved off spring.
Once warmed and filled with fresh blood, Xander's cock would harden
and his urges turn to sexual satisfaction.
Despite their time restraints, Spike cheerfully complied.
"only to strengthen the bond" he told himself each time he allowed his
cock to be sucked, or he bent his wriggling childe over a fallen tree stump.
Finally, with daylight less than a half hour away, they came to a clearing
with the abandoned farm house. Thinking back, he was stunned to realize
that it had only been two weeks ago when he had first come across this
place and decided it was the perfect location to conceal the huge DeSoto.
So much had changed in just a matter of days.
His whole world had turned upside down when he made the fateful
decision not to eat Xander and his family.
It was the best choice he had ever made.
Taking Xander by the hand he tugged him toward the house.
"Come on Love. We can stay here today and be on our way tonight.
Car's full of gas and we'll head back toward California at night fall."
Xander looked around, frowned and dug his heels in.
He stared at the gloomy, dilapidated, empty wood frame farm house.
Spike continued to tug, but, nope, he would not budge.
Spike was exhausted and his patience spent. This had been the
longest, most emotional time of his unlife and all he wanted to
do was sleep.
He wondered if he had been this obstinate and difficult as a new fledge.
If so, that would certainly explain some of the beatings Angel so freely
He was on the verge of a childe whooping himself.
"God damn it Xander! What the fuck is the problem now?"
Xander stood his ground with his hands on his hips and refused to move.
"Well first of all, don't take His name in vain. Second this is the
Webster place. You didn't tell me we were going to the Webster place.
This house is haunted. Some of the older boys used to talk about
it on the school ground. Said three English men lived here, went
crazy, like most English do, and killed themselves. It's haunted."
The last two words were said as a defining and final reason, leaving no
doubt as to his resolve.
Spike threw his hands up in the air and upon bringing them down
grabbed both fistfuls of wild blond hair.
After sucking in as much air as both lungs could hold, he let
out a long, earth shaking scream.
"HAUNTED? Are you fuckin' nutty? We're demon's you moron!
Demons who are going to fry in the sun in about 20 minutes if we
don't get inside."
Spike then took several more uneeded, deep breaths in an attempt
to calm himself. He figured his best bet at this point was a load of
intellegent sounding bull shit.
Xander always responded well to reasoning.
"Xander, Love, we are Vampires. We are at the top of the food chain.
We run the world of the undead. Ghosts are nothing more than images
like pictures from a picture book. Residual energy left over from when they
were alive. We are not ghosts because we still carry our energy with us.
They can't hurt us. Sides, place probably ain't haunted anyway. Bigger
boys are bullies. Always trying to scare and torment smaller weaker boys."
Straightening the collar of his black duster, Spike tipped his head high.
"Or so I've heard. Got no first hand knowledge meself."
Xander mulled this over and in a flash the tension left his features and his
beaming only-for-my-sire smile returned.
"Wow. I sure am lucky to have such a smart Sire. I'll bet a lot of
vampires get stuck with stupid sires, but not me. Nope, mine is smart,
sexy, strong, pretty, and has a really nice thingy."
Xander slinked forward taking a gliding step with each new compliment.
When he finally came within inches of Spike, his hands started
roaming up and down Spike's chest and arms.
Groaning, Spike staggered back.
He was greatly relieved that they were headed into the house with
minutes to spare, but to be honest he wasn't sure his "thingy"
In 120 years he had never even conceived of a time that he might not
be in the mood. He looked into the hopeful, horny dark eyes of
his one and only and sighed.
"Yea, Pet, let's go in and have us a little, what did you call it? Whoopie?"
Xander squealed with excitement, grabbed his demon's hand, and ran for
the dark, dank, shelter.