bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

5 Days More

TITLE: 5 Days More
RATING: Adult entertainment due to m/m sexual activity
and language.
DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. Conceived in the warped
hive of the BmblBee. She owns none of the characters
or products named and makes no money from their use.
WARNINGS: Character death. Boys playing with boys.
Vampire/human contact.

SUMMARY: Xander Harris is dead. Drained by a vampire in the
Longview Cemetery. When his body is discovered
his friends realize that no one has seen or heard from him
in the last five days. Willow comes up with a spell to send
someone back in time to find out how he ended up there
and possibly save his life. Spike is reluctantly recruited.

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1:30 am Saturday morning.
Xander Harris has been dead for 2 1/2 hours.

Buffy had been running full speed for the last five minutes. Now,
however, she skidded to a stop, dropped to a low crouch and slowly
crept forward.

Spike immediately recognized the neighborhood as the Watcher's
and was certain that was their destination. Why they were doing it
on the sly remained to be seen. Although he had decided that even
though all this was part of his consequence for the folly of wish making,
Spike had also determined that it was time for a bit of an explanation.

"See here now, Slayer. I'm not going another step without a ....
mfple purffle"

Buffy slapped her hand over the vampire's mouth and jerked him down
into a clump of overgrown shrubs at the edge of the small brick court yard.

"Shhh!!! Get down!!"

Hearing the back door slam shut, Spike watched as Rupert Giles hurried
down the three cement steps and off, disappearing into the early morning

Before Spike had the chance to express any other concerns, Buffy had
again snatched him by the back of the long black leather coat and the
rapid pace resumed.

Taking a moment to thank the Gods of vampire rules that Giles had
once invited him in, Spike was thrust through the door way and
unceremoniously pushed toward what he remembered to be a small
cellar door.

With a firm smack of her hand between his shoulder blades, Buffy knocked
him off balance.
Flailing wildly, Spike's feet went out from under him and he rolled
clumsily down the narrow wooden staicase to land on the cracked
cement floor in an undignified heap.

At the bottom of the dark, dank stairway, he was even more
unsettled to find the redheaded witch waiting for them.

Apprehension tickled his spinal cord. Where the witch went, trouble
followed. He regretted now that he had not had the foresight to include
a nonwitch clause in his wish.

"I got him. How did you get rid of Giles?"

"I told him I needed certain spices to prepare the body. I sent him to
the all night grocers across town for cinnamon and thyme."

It took only seconds for Spike enhanced vision to adjust to the
darkness of the basement and he immediately zeroed in on the body
lying on the slab in the center.

Ignoring the women's conversation he wandered over and instantly
recognized the deceased.
Donut boy. The Slayers pet. Xander fuckin' Harris.

Spike wasn't the least bit surprised. He had actually expected this
long ago. The way the boy just threw himself into the fray with no
skills, talents, or fighting ability what so ever, it was amazing that he
had lasted this long.

"So, Boy got himself eaten, huh? Must have been a nummy treat
after all. Hell, if I'd know he was on this evening's menu, I might have
had a bite or two myself."

Spike was spun around and his head snapped back with the force
of the Slayers punch. Immediately he came back with a fist of his own
and the two grappled, stumbling around an area barely big enough for
the three of them to stand, let alone fight.


Willow threw up her hands and, with the command, both combatants flew
apart slamming backwards into the shelves causing the precious bottles
of ancient wine to rattle against each other.

"Stop it! We are not here for you're stupid, petty fights. We're here for
Xander. Can't you act like adults for just five minutes?"
Willow's stomped her foot and balled up her fists in frustrated fury.

"You're right. I'm sorry."
Buffy immediately calmed down and screwed her face up in a pseudo
smile at the suspicious vampire. Flipping her hair, she batted her
eyes demurely.
"Sorry, Spike. I know you were just being your usual insensitive self. I
shouldn't have over reacted."

Spike cocked his head to the side and studied the Slayer distrustfully.
He couldn't remember the last time she had ever apologized to him
for anything.
Wait a minute, yes he could. Never. That's when.

"Whot's all this about? Why am I here? Boy got himself killed. Nothing
I can do about that. I may be a sex God, but I don't raise the dead, so
I guess I'll just be on me way."

Spike started to ease his way back to the bottom of the steps when
quicker than a bunny, the witch stepped between him and his avenue
of escape.
Spike involuntarily leaped back.

"Look, Spike. Just give us a few minutes to explain, then if you refuse,
you're free to go. As you can see, we really have a situation on our
hands and we need your help. In fact, you are the only one who can help
us. It's kind of complicated and sort of time travely, but I know a little
thing like that is nothing to a big strong, brave master vampire like you."

Spike wasn't stupid. Willow was not the one to piss off. His decided
his best bet was to pretend to go along with whatever bizarre scheme
she had cooked up then make a run for it.
He just couldn't imagine how all this related to his wish.

"Whot about me blow job? Do I still get me blow job?"

Willow turned to Buffy, waiting on a promise, a confirmation, something
to appease the vampire.

"Tell him?"

Spike ignored the bickering going on behind him and wandered over to
where the boy's body was stretched out, silent and still. It seemed
strange to see the boy and not hear his inane babbling and stuttering.

Truth was he didn't like or hate the boy. He just never really considered
him one way or the other. No wonder something had gobbled him up,
he always smelled like fresh cookies baking in an oven. Apparently
the boy's pheromones knew no gender or species. He smelled of
arousal 24/7.
A true demon magnet.

The two women continued to quibble.
"You did offer, didn't you?"
"I told you I would, but Spike understands that it is for AFTER."
"But a promise is a promise."

Spike had never really looked at the boy before for fear that the
mismatched garish clothes he wore might cause the vampire's eyeballs
to explode and fly from his head.

Now, however he took the time to stare.
Surprisingly, the boy had a nice body. Slimmer, with most of the
teenage baby fat out grown. Firm from the exertion of hand to demon
combat, and from the size of the bulge in his Goodwill second hand
pants, a nice bit 'o meat.

"I think he would be more cooperative if you reiterated the blow job

"You know what? I think you should offer one too. Kind of a show
of confidence and solidarity."

"I really don't think Spike is interested in me blowing him. You are the
one he has the crush on."

Spike circled around Xander's head and looked closely at the red,
deep, puncture wounds. Leaning down he sniffed them then allowed
his tongue to dart out experimentally. The second the pink tip touched
the bite marks, Spike leaped back in shocked, confused horror.

"I'll do it."

The two women who had almost forgotten they were not alone,
immediately stopped quarreling and looked in his direction.

Buffy shook her head.
"You will? You promise? Was that with or without the blow job?"

Willow slapped her arm. Time was running.
"Great. Here's what we need you to do."

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