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.
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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Wednesday evening 7pm
Xander Harris has 2 days left to live.
The glaring, artificial lights illuminated the entire area offering
no corners of concealment in which to hide or retreat.
They had been here less than an hour but, to Spike, it
seemed like an eternity, making him wonder if this wasn't
another one of the witches time manipulations.
The dangers, perils and booby traps appeared to be everywhere
and Spike estimated he had carelessly fallen victim to at least 9/10ths
of them already.
He wondered how could he have been so stupid to end up here?
He knew with a futuristic certainty that Xander would be safe.
His timer did not run out for another two days. He wasn't so sure
When they had first stumbled upon this place they were alone.
Now, however, Spike could feet the breath of at last a half a
dozen breathing down his back. The pressure had him choked
and near panicking.
"Look, Xander, you need to go on without me. I don't think
I'm going to make it past here and I won't have you sacrificing
yourself for me."
Spike's eyes darted wildly between the creatures who were closing in
fast behind him and the seemingly unsurmountable obstacle in front.
Xander, who had gone on several feet ahead, stopped and rushed
back to the vampire's side.
"Spike, I'm not leaving you and I know we can get you through this,
Spike marveled at the loyalty and dedication in his boy's voice.
He knew now what the slayer saw in him. The feel of his boy's
hand on his arm was warm and reassuring.
Maybe, just maybe.......
"O.k., look, Spike, first you need to step aside and let this pack
of Boy Scouts play through then they won't be breathing down your
neck making all those crude remarks about you. Then you are
going to try again. The important thing to remember on this hole is
that you have to hit the ball hard enough to get it over the hump, but
not enough to knock it off the green."
Spike stomped in frustration. He wanted to wrap that fucking golf club
around the nearest fake tree, and shove his ball up the ass of the laughing
plaster bunny at the entrance to Bunnyland mini-golf.
He had burnt his hand on a tiny cross hidden inside the little doghouse
sized church when his ball got lost. He then went on to smack his head
into the boot of the old woman's shoe when he tripped over one of the
hundred's or so plaster kids the bitch turned out and finally faced terminal
humiliation when it took him 10 swings to make it over the tiny, fake,
The whole experience had been a nightmare.
He wondered why the fuck he had ever agreed to this.
Surely this must be the wish's worst consequence.
"I can't do it!"
Spike knew his voice had taken on the tone of a spoiled, whining
child but the didn't care.
"Spike, take a deep breath. You are a master vampire. You can do
anything. Just think how you will feel when this is over and you have
beaten it. Can you do it? Can you beat it? Are you the Big Bad?"
Spike puffed up like a blow fish. The pep talk was just what he needed.
He watched as the last of the pack of 8 year olds smacked his ball
and Spike, clutching his club like a weapon, stepped up on the green.
"I can do it. It will never take me alive!"
Xander swelled with pride.
"All right! Easy now. Remember, don't hit the ball till the paddle of the
windmill is over the hole. That way by the time your ball gets there
the tiny door way will be clear. Steady. Steaaaaaady. Now!"
The pink, dimpled orb sailed up and over the bump, landing perfectly on
the center of the green where it rolled, at exactly the correct speed,
through the archway of the Holland landmark and out the other side.
"YES!! I'm the king of the world!!"
Spike threw his arms up and his head back in triumph.
He felt like he had single handedly conquered a nest of cyclops demons.
No, he remembered, not single handedly. He knew he couldn't have
done it without the help of his boy. His Xander.
He locked his eyes on Xander, the pupils shifting dangerously from
crystal clear blue to fierce yellow and back again as his arms
dropped to his sides and he began slinking, prowling nearer and
Xander giggled and held his hands up as he took a step backward.
"Spiiiike? What are you doing Spike? Why are you looking at
Xander's questions were cut off as, in the blink of an eye, the vampire
pounced, grabbing Xander around the waist and slamming their
bodies together. He lifted the boy off his feet and swung him
around as he nibbled at his neck making exaggerated gobbling sounds.
Xander struggled weakly, laughing too hard to effectively extricate
himself from the possessive, victorious vampire. Ordinarily, he would
have been embarrassed. Afraid they may taint the innocence
of the wide eyes of the pack of scouts who were watching, mesmerized.
But not tonight. Tonight, Xander didn't care. He threw his arms around
the vampire's neck and enjoyed the ride. He was too happy to let
anything, even the borderline corruption of a minor, ruin what he
He had heard once that everyone had one special moment in their
lives. One time when all their planets align, the Gods of the
universe smile down on them and everything works perfectly.
Xander knew without a doubt that this was his moment.
If he lived to be a hundred or died tomorrow, he would always
remember how he felt today.
When he finally set Xander back on solid ground he was surprised
and thrilled at the kiss his boy shamelessly planted on his lips
and in a shocking revelation, Spike knew he was in love.
He put his hands on the sides of Xander's face and searched
his eyes for the truth.
Xander's clear brown one's smiled back with an open honesty
that answered all the vampire's questions.
Spike had fallen in love with Xander Harris.
When the idea became a certainty, the cold sharp blade of reality
pierced his heart. The pain was so excruciating it took his
unneeded breath away.
It was in that moment that he decided.
He knew how he would save Xander. He knew what to do.
Spike would make another wish.
A wish to trade fates and futures. He would wish to trade his
worthless unlife for his boy's valued one.
Xander deserved a life. Years and years of happiness for
himself and all the people he would touch along the way.
And Spike? Spike was tired. He had walked the earth for
too long. He was lonesome and unhappy. He was bored and
depressed. At least he was until this had happened.
Spike cursed himself for all the lost opportunities. If he hadn't
been so focused on fucking a slayer he would have seen the
diamond standing at her side. He and Xander would already
be together. Happy. With a future.
But now the future has already happened. Spike had no idea if it
could be changed or not, but he was going to give it a hell of a try.
"Come on, Xan. The night's young and I have conquered the
traps of the demon Bunny. Let's blow this popsicle stand and
head to The Buckle. I'm suddenly in the mood to dance."
Xander let out a big "Wee Haw" as Spike grabbed his hand
and they rushed off toward the parking lot where the Chevy waited.