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5 Days More

TITLE: 5 Days More
16/46
AUTHOR: BmblBee
RATING: Adult entertainment due to m/m sexual activity
and language.
PARING: S/X
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.




Thanks to Purpledodah for the wonderful banner.


5:50 am Wednesday morning
Xander Harris has 2 1/2 days left to live.

Spike stirred. The noxious smell that assaulted his nose was
exceeded only by the uncomfortable prickling feeling running
up and down his spine.

It was the sting of a million fire ants that he recognized as the
coming light of day. He sat bolt upright, remembering the thief he
had eaten earlier, and estimated he had less than ten minutes to make
it to Xander's before the sun lifted it's searing solar smile and reducing
his body to a pile of ash and dust.

Glancing off to the left, he noticed a discarded, expensive Jordan
tossed near the dumpster by the entrance to the city sewer.
It was the only sign left of the heroin addicted criminal.
The boy's body was no doubt a feast for a family of scavenger
demons.

Spike tried to feel bad about what he had done, but just couldn't.
It was the law of the jungle. The rungs of the ladder of the food
chain. He's at the top and, thankfully, all other species are underneath
him. It is the way evolution has worked from the first time the weak,
flippered fish struggled for oxygen, clawing it's way to shore, crawling
out of the ocean and a larger one ate him.
Everything dies so that something else can live.

Right now he had more pressing issues.
The existential question of dying in this time vs the other no longer
titillated him intellectually. It wasn't a scientific theory he was ready
to test.

Leaping to his feet, Spike took off at a full speed not many human eyes
could register. He darted down three blocks south and one east before
diving down into the protective shading of the basement stair well of
Xander's home.

Spike barked out a laugh in relief. Made it. He could see the pink hue
from the safety of his cement haven and knew he had pressed it too close.

"Fuck it. Any day I don't explode into a cloud of dust is a good day."

He reached for the knob and was somewhat surprised when he found it
securely locked.

"Xan. Hey, Xander. The door's locked. Come on, it's dangerously
sunny out here, Pet."

Xander had been lying in bed, wide awake, just as he had been all night.
Around 2 am he had angrily gotten up, stomped in to the living room,
flipped over the dead bolt, then returned to bed.
Spike could go to hell, again, for all he cared.

He had heard the crashing thump down the steps and knew instantly
who it was. As mad as he was, Xander was also greatly relieved that
nothing had happened to Spike. Still, he stayed where he was.

Spike was getting confused as to why his boy was taking so long to
let him in. Where was his morning kiss? His welcoming smile?
His duffel bag of cash?
Spike pounded his fist on the cheap wood door.

"Xander. Open the damn door. Come on. What's up? You know
it's getting light out here don't you? A bloke with a sun allergy
could be .....AAAHHHH!"

In a blind panic Xander leaped from the bed and rushed toward the
locked door, jerking it open and bracing himself for the terrifying
sight he might find there.

Spike grinned from ear to ear.
"Well now, that's better, innit? What took you so long, Love? I told
you I'd be back."
Spike took a step forward but was stopped from entering by Xander's
unmoving form. Spike tipped his head and raised the one eyebrow.

It was a facial gesture that travelled straight through Xander's body
and settled, along with at least three pints of blood, in his eager, morning
erection. Xander did his best to ignore the happy puppy in his
boxers that was wagging it's tail and hoping for a pat on it's head.

"Come on, Pet. A bit sunny out here, yeah? How bout lettin'
a bloke in so's we can have a chat about whatever is toying
around that adorable little head of yours."

Xander sucked in half the oxygen in the room causing his lungs
to fill and his shoulders to rise before blowing it all out and slumping
in defeat.

"Fine. You're here for the money I suppose. Well, it's over there. I
didn't touch it and I didn't spend any of it. Now, I'm going back to
bed. You can spend the day on the couch and when the sun goes,
so do you."

Spike immediately zipped across the room placing himself between Xander
and the bedroom archway. He wrapped his arms around the human's
warm body and he snuggled, sniffing and licking the side if his neck to
behind his ear.

Xander wanted to punch the confident smirk off Spike's lips. He wanted
to push him away, demanding an explanation. Instead, he tipped his head,
giving the vampire better access and whimpered. When he could stand it
no longer, Xander's head snapped back and he claimed the vampire's
mouth in a deep hungry kiss.

Within seconds he pulled back, his eyes wide with shock.

"Blood. You taste of fresh blood. Is that it? Is that where you went?
Is that why you didn't want me tagging along? You thought I wouldn't
let you feed?"

Spike's mouth opened and shut like a trout. He knew with absolute
certainty that there was a right answer here and a wrong one. Unfortunately
he had forgotten to study for this quiz and he didn't know which box
he should mark with an X.

"Yes?"
Spike hoped Xander didn't hear the prepubescent crack in his voice as
he responded.

Xander's face burst into the exuberant smile that shone brighter than
the sun he had just avoided. It was dazzling and made Spike blush with
pride that he could put it there.

"Shit, Spike, I know what you are. You don't complain when I eat,
what right would I have to.......... awlmn...."
Xander yawned. His body was finally telling him that it had lasted
as long as it could and it wanted to lay down.

Spike pulled him in tightly, nuzzling and memorizing the warm,
sweet smell of the human. He knew he was getting in too deep.
Setting himself up for a crashing sorrow when that warm spark
was extinguished, but he couldn't help it.

Spike had seen thousands of humans die. Hell, he had played out
the last act of William's play in the great theatre of life himself, thanks
to Dru.
It was just the way it was. The food chain. The pecking order.
BUT NOT THIS TIME!

Right then and there Spike resolved to stop the inevitable. Alter
the winds of time and buy his boy another 60 years.
He knew that for every interference in the set of fate that there
would be consequences. He only hoped he would be the one
billed for payment and not Xander. Not his Xander.

Damn this complicated wish business.

"Look how sleepy you are, Love. Me too. What say we have a bit
of a snuggle and catch a coupla winks. Then, maybe, if you are a
very good little human, Old Spikey will show you how some of the
nasty things on the video work. Later, when the sun goes down, you
and me are going to hit the town. We got all the money we need to do
whatever you want to do. A real date. You ever been, Xan?"

Xander laughed and took Spike by the hand leading the way to their
bedroom.

"For heavens sake, Spike. I'm 20 years old. I've been on plenty of
dates. A few times with men even. Course I don't think they knew
they were dates, but I knew so it counts."

Both men cracked up, laughing as they stripped, fell together in the
narrow single and within minutes, slept like the dead.
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