bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

True Innocent

Title: True Innocent 18/34
Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult
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:

As always chapters posted daily, comments very gratefully accepted.

Xander was still not convinced. Sire was being vague and
wouldn't answer the simple question of 'what information?'
Whenever asked, he just went back to his pat response of
'trust your sire' and then changed the subject.

Of course he did. He trusted sire with his very unlife, still............

It made the morning blow job very distracting. The shower
sex was pleasant enough, but the quicky hand job was really
not as mind blowing as usual.

In the end Xander made some decisions.
Yes he did trust his sire, however he wanted to know exactly
what was going on before the time came to face off with the
evil one.

According to sire's calculations they would get there in about
two more days. Two long nights of driving. Two long days of bed time.
48 hours. That gave him plenty of time to pump sire for

'Pump sire'.

The mental picture that flashed in Xander's brain at the combination
of those two words was shocking in it's sudden full color appearance.
His spent cock jumped and quickly filled at the forbidden notion.

He glanced over at his sire who was in the process of gathering together
their few belongings. The sun had just set and he knew it was past time to
be on the road again.

Watching Spike's back flex and ripple as he turned to look around
the room, Xander slid his hand down the front of his shirt to his
stomach, paused, and then let his fingers creep toward the erection
that was again pressing the front buttons of his trousers.

Against his better judgement he allowed his fantasy to expand.
He could picture himself walking over to the side of the bed where
sire stood. He could imagine running his hands over the hard muscled
back of the older man. He pictured.....

His brain locked up as Spike bent over to check under the bed for the
lost bottle of lube they had used earlier.

Xander squeezed his thick length through the rough fabric and focused on
the small, firm, round cheeks that were aimed in his direction.

His large, work calloused hand began rubbing and pressing the heavy cock
that was trapped uncomfortably in his too tight pants.
He would reach around to the front of sire's denims and unzip them slowly,
easing them over his slim, powerful hips.

Xander began breathing heavily.

Spike remained bent over with a big grin on his face. Oh, to be a
young insatiable childe again.
He swayed his hips and chuckled at the slight gasp behind him.
The bottle he was looking for sat in easy view on the side bed stand,
but it didn't matter. Spike knew Xander's eyes were entirely focused

With the slight of hand of an experienced pick pocket, Spike scooped
the lotion off the table, tossed it under the bed and dropped to his
hands and knees. Ass up.
"Oh, yea. right there!"
The double meaning of the words was not lost on the now very
desperate, horny childe.

Rocking on his feet, Xander pushed, pulled and rubbed himself frantically
while the forbidden fantasy of dominating, possessing, and butt fucking his
sire exploded in his brain and pants.

When Spike smelled the release he collected the dropped plastic bottle
and straightened up. Turning around he let his eyes wander from Xander's
face down to the increasing wet spot on the front of his pants and smirked.

"All done are we? Be a good boy and toodle off to the loo to wipe
up. Time to move, love."


Xander's face blushed bright pink with shame as he realized sire knew
exactly what he was doing. Darn sire. He always knew.
Xander rushed for the bathroom to clean up pausing only to plant
a quick kiss on Spike's lips.

"Thanks sire."

15 minutes and they were ready to go. Spike dropped the room
key on the lamp table and turned the lock on the door. Before he
could pull it shut Xander took one last look.
"Do you think we will ever stay anywhere this fancy again?"

Spike smiled, hoping against hope that his sweet childe could stay
unjaded by the ugliness of the world around them.

"I don't know, pet, it was pretty nice. Maybe someday."
He threw his arm around Xander's shoulder and led him away,
pulling the door closed behind them.

The DeSoto sat in the parking lot where they had left it. Xander
jumped in the passenger side and Spike walked around to the other.
Before climbing behind the wheel he noticed a slip of paper stuck
under the windshiel wiper.

"Hope you enjoyed your stay. Call me anytime. Eugene. 555-2419."

Spike chuckled, balled the note up and tossed it away.

"What was that Sire?"

"Nothing, pet. Just an advertisement for pizza delivery."
Spike threw the car in gear and squeeled out onto the highway.

The atmosphere in the car as it roared down the highway was
quiet, but not uncomfortably so. Both men were lost in their own
thoughts and plans. Each had an agenda. Each wanted information
and needed to formulate an idea of how to extract it.

Their supply of money was such that, at least for now, they had their
expenses of gas and another night's lodging covered.
Blood was another matter.

Spike has just begun to consider where and when their next meal should
come from when he heard the excitement in his childe's voice.

"Sire! Look there. What is that?"
Sticking his head out the window like a dog, Xander sucked in as much
air as his dead lungs could hold.
"Wow, everything smells so good."

Spike slowed the car and looked off into the distance. At the same time
the passed a huge roadside billboard that colorfully announced


Spike could hardly believe their luck.
"It's a buffett. pet. A fuckin' buffet."

Jerking the wheel, Spike turned down the first road they came to and
headed for the fair. It was an invitation they just couldn't refuse.
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