RATING: Adult entertainment due to m/m sexual activity
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.
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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2:00 pm Tuesday afternoon
Xander Harris has 3 1/2 days left to live.
A slight awareness of his surroundings slowly seeped back into Xander's
brain. He could tell by the feel of the lumpy mattress beneath him and
the odor of smelly socks around him that somehow he must have made
it home in one piece.
The next list of questions were as follows:
Home from where?
What did he do there?
How did he get here?
And most urgently, what was the heavy weight that was pinning
him down on said lumpy mattress?
Quickly, Xander took mental inventory of his body parts and
decided that, except for a #6 headache, which really under the
circumstances, could easily have been closer to a #10, he felt
After ascertaining the condition of his own body, Xander decided
it was time to determine the condition and owner of the other body
presently sleeping in the small, cramped, single space.
Turning his head cautiously to the side, Xander squinted one eye
open and found himself staring into the most beautiful. clear blue
eyes of, "Spike?"
Spike had been awakened the moment Xander had. The increased
heartbeat and more shallow, erratic breathing told him that his
companion was returning to the land of the living, at least for now.
Strangely, that was a concept that was beginning to bother Spike
more than he wanted to examine.
Instead, he decided to make the most of his time here and give Xander
another day well worthy of confessing to Saint Peter when the human
begs entrance to the golden pearly gates.
Spike put on his best hurt pout, the one that came complete with a
protruding bottom lip and an almost imperceivable sigh, and he
pulled back from his spot on the warm human chest.
"Of course, Spike. You didn't think I would just leave after last night
did you? After all the things we said and did to each other? Do you
really think that little of me? All this was your idea, after all."
The little man in Xander's brain immediately dashed to the card catalog
and began sifting through newspaper articles with titles that ranged from,
'Gay Sex' to 'Spike'? Unfortunately, someone had shut off all the lights
inside the library and he was totally left in the dark.
Spike did his best not to snicker as he watched a confused, flustered
young man trying to understand the complexities of the world around
him. One thing that did surprise the hell out of Spike was that regret
didn't appear to be on the menu. At least not yet.
Sex? The word rang like a church bell in Xander's head.
He and Spike had had sex? Just how much sex?
Immediately Xander's hand shot around to his backside as he probed
and patted his puckered prize. Once he had determined that the secure
boarders to Xanderland had not been breached, he visibly relaxed.
Xander had always been comfortable with the idea that he lived in
a tree whose branches swayed whichever way the wind blew. After all,
his dating options had never been such that he could afford to cut out
half the population.
It was just that he had never thought of Spike as someone who would be
willing to swing in that tree with him. Spike was always sniffing after
Buffy, wasn't he? So why was he here? Why was Spike in his bed?
Spike had waited patiently. He thoroughly enjoyed the shock, denial,
embarrassment, and confusion that flowed over the handsome face.
He smiled when the boy had blinked, his dark eyebrows scrunched
together, and he nearly burst out laughing when Xander had actually
checked himself for signs of violation.
Now, though, he was seeing an emotion that he didn't like. Suspicion.
He knew if he allowed this weed to grow it would take root and choke
off all the other vegetation killing what promised to be a lovely day.
Acting quickly, Spike did the only thing he could think to do.
He rolled lazily on top the human and planted a kiss directly on the
surprised mouth. Xander's eyes shot open and luckily, so did his
Spike's tongue dove in an touched every inch of the warm wet cave.
The minute it tickled that sensitive spot on the roof of Xander's
mouth, the one right behind his teeth, Xander moaned.
He wrapped his strong muscular arm around Spike's waist and he
lifted himself, flipping them like Siamese pancakes and landed on top.
Considering they has some sort of sex already, Xander considered
it pointless to play coy now.
Spike gasp at the sudden move and the erotic weight of the man
pressing him down into the warm, rumpled sheets. Xander had decided
long ago that life was too short to pass an opportunity when it lands
on your door step, or bed.
He instantly took charge of the kiss, overwhelming the vampire
with the taste, feel and power of the human he had often erroneously
dismissed as inconsequential.
Xander knew he had been too long without release. At least one he
could remember. Lately he had been too despondent and bored to
even masturbate more than a couple times a week.
It was a slump he was apparently over.
Now his libido shot through the roof. He wanted to fuck and
be fucked. He wanted his cock touched, sniffed, licked and sucked
till his eyeballs exploded.
And, most of all, he wanted Spike.
That was the amazing part. He wanted Spike to enjoy it too.
Reaching his hand down between them, Xander lifted himself up
slightly till he was able to align their cocks up together.
When his fingers felt the other man's hard shaft and soft foreskin,
he shuddered with excitement. His fingers continued to tug and
"Fuck, you aren't cut. I never touched a cock's head skin. Shit,
Spike it's so smooth."
Spike shivered at the thought that something might be new and
After all these years of uninhibited sex with partners of all species,
he couldn't remember the last time he faced someone experiencing
something new. It was as thrilling as if it were him.
"Oh, yeah, Xan. Right there."
Spike spread his legs further apart as his hips jerked upward trying
to coax Xander to stop playing with it and start stroking it.
Xander's own cock was getting equally annoyed with him and dribbled
down, dripping onto his hand as a suggestion that it was time to move on.
Spike watched between them as Xander lifted his upper body, taking the
weight on his hands and arms. His hips and groin pressed down on Spike's
and together they began a slow rocking movement that felt so fucking
good they never wanted to stop.
"Come on, Spike. Move with me."
Within minutes, Spike gripped Xander's hips, holding him firmly and picking
up the pace. He humped up harder and faster, rotating every once in a
while just to keep the bump and rub going.
"Yeah, fuck, Spike, harder."
Spike's right hand released his grip on the boy's hip bone and slid between
them where he gabbed both cocks and squeezed them together. The
pre-cum caused the friction to be wet and easy as they grunted, panted
and slid toward heaven.
Xander's head dropped and several beads of sweat fell from his hair
onto Spike's face and chest. Spike's tongue darted out, tasting the salty
moisture. It was pure Xander.
"Fuck, Xan. I can feel it. I'm cumming. Shit, come on,Xan, cum with me."
Xander's hips snapped down roughly and rapidly as the familiar tingle
started in his spine. He could actually feel the hot fluid as it filled
his sac and shot out through his painfully hard cock blending with the cool
pool of vampire cum below him.
"Ah. Ah. Ah."
His hips continued to jerk forward three more times as his cock spasmed
and spurted with the pleasure that poured through him.
Spike's own orgasmic haze cleared and he watched the face of the man
above him. He decided that Xander had one of the most wonderful
fuck faces he had ever seen and he knew he wanted to see it again.
Slowly, Xander became aware that his arms were shaking with the
strain of holding him up and he slumped, falling to the vampire's side
in a boneless puddle of satisfied human.
"Was that what we did last night?"
"You don't remember?"
Xander immediately propped his head up on his hand and ran his
other palm over Spike's face.
"Oh, yeah, sure. It was great. Last night was great."
Spike smiled and snuggled closer.