TITLE: 5 Days More
23/46
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.

IT SHOULD BE NOTED THAT THIS CHAPTER IS PARTICULARLY
NOT WORKSAFE. THE MANAGEMENT THANKS YOU FOR YOUR
COOPERATION.



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10:40 pm Wednesday evening
Xander Harris has 2 days left to live.

Xander held back with Spike pressed close to his side.
He had been watching the men come and go through the darkened
doorway all evening not knowing what they were doing.

Peering in, he could see nothing but dark. It had been designed
to prevent the interior's activities from being visible to anyone
passing by, laid out in a maze-like configuration.

Two steps forward ended in a wall with a hallway leading off to
the left. Every few feet it widened into areas, not large enough to
be called rooms, but with enough space to allow bending, kneeling,
and a variety of contortions limited only by imagination.

Although dark, the lack of doors did nothing to restrict the other
senses from knowing what was happening just out of sight.
The cloud of sex drenched sweat floated out, assaulting their noses.

Xander crinkled. It was strong, pungent and overwhelming.
The odor of dozens of men perspiring, spending their seed and
smoking dope was overwhelming.
Spike's demon sizzled. In addition to the semen it also detected
the smell of blood from small rectal tears. Spike arched forward.
His demon longed to slink around the darkened archway.
His cock was hard and ready. His fangs itched to drop.

The sounds of the music, drinking and dancing behind them almost,
but not completely, blocked out the muffled moans, groans and
voices of the men inside. Someone was begging almost painfully,
another voice chuckled. Most were indiscernible in word but
crystal clear in meaning.

The smell was maddening and he fought to restrain himself.
He put his arm around Xander's shoulders and tugged him away
hanging onto his last shred of restraint..

"Let's go, Xander. I think we need to leave."
"Don't you want to go in?"

Spike was surprised to hear the breathless tone in his boy's voice.
The shocked, disgusted, longing. The curiosity and insecurity.

Spike took only a second to think. He had promised himself to
help Xander experience as much life as he could in the time he
had left. If Xander wanted to go in. Then, by God, they'd do it.

Spike's hand slid down Xander's arm and stopped as he clasped their
finger's together. He could smell the shame and arousal that poured
from the boy. His eyes glanced down and saw the slight twitch in
Xander's rock hard cock. Spike grinned evilly and tugged his hand
leading them into the darkness.

Spike led the way. He had been in hundreds of these back rooms
over the years from the turn of the century London to small town
America and found that they were all much the same.
Sex is sex. Nothing new under the sun.

Around the first bend, they came across a cowboy type, pants round his
ankles and twink at his feet. The small dim night light gave just enough
illumination to shine off Tex's wet, long cock as it slid in and out of the
boy's soft pink lips. Tex smiled and nodded congenially as they squeezed
by in the tight space.

Xander gasped and tightened his grip on Spike's hand. He could feel the
heated rush of his simmering blood as it coursed through his body and pooled
in his cock. The very wrongness of it was so erotic, Xander wanted to
hide in a corner and jack off.
His need for release had never felt so urgent.

As the hallway again narrowed, it also darkened and they had to run their
hands along the cool plaster, walking single file. It reminded Xander of
the carnival spook house he used to go in as a kid. A fun house. The name
struck him as outrageously funny and he giggled nervously.

The walls, also painted black added to the visual impairment, at least for
a human. It may have been frightening if the glow of another dimly lighted
area wasn't just a few feet ahead offering the promise of another, larger area.
This one, by the number of sounds, was assumed to be the main room.
Spike put his hands on Xander's hips and steered him forward.
The minute they stepped in, Xander jumped back, bumping into the vampire
behind him.

There was at least eight men already in the room, all engaged in different
acts of sexual activity. Some talked calmly to each other as they fucked
their partner or had their cocks sucked enthusiastically. Most were naked
from the waist down and all were comfortable with their exposure.

Xander moaned. He had never thought of himself as voyeuristic or
an exhibitionist, but right now he knew he could be both.
Spike leaned forward pressing his hands against the boy's straining
cock and he whispered in his ear.

"Do you want me to take you out? Let them see all that sweet cock
that you have? Are you hard Xander? Do you want to cum while all
these men watch you?"

Xander's brain was scrambled. It was hard to hear and understand
what Spike was saying. The buzzing in his ears was loud, he felt lightheaded
and woozy.
Part of him wanted to run back to the safety of his apartment, most of him
wanted what Spike was saying. Jack him off. Suck him, ram his cock in
Xander's untouched hole.
He wanted everything. He wanted it all. And he wanted to be watched.

The man next to them was slowly sliding his long, thick cock in and out
of a young, feminine looking boy. The boy was older than he appeared
but knew an asset when he had it and played the innocent angle for all he
could.

He whimpered each time the cock shoved in, opening the tender hole
even wider. He made small mewling sounds of pain that shot straight
to Xander's cock making it leak and swell even more.

Tex rested his head on the boys back.
"Is Daddy hurting you, Baby. Is Daddy's big cock tearing his Baby's
hole?"
"It hurt's Daddy. It's too big. Please take it out."
"Baby like's it to hurt, don't you? Look how hard Baby's cock is.
Go on, Baby, Pull on yourself. Daddy wants to feel your sweet
little hole squeeze me when you cum."

Xander leaned back against the wall and threw his head back, his
arms hung limply at his sides. He was only slightly aware of Spike
unzipping his pants, startled when the cool air hit the wet tip of
his overheated cock.
"Holy Sweet Jesus."
"Shhh, Xander. I'm here. I'll take care of you."

When he had met with no resistance, Spike tugged both their pants
off. and slid himself between Xander and the cold, cement block wall.
Xander's attention was still locked on the couple beside him and not on
the tall, thin black man that was easing over, his cock in his hand.

Xander unconsciously reached for himself, surprised and grateful
to find Spike's hand already there. He leaned back against his vampire
and the feel of the hard, cool cock that was sliding up and down in
the crack of his ass.

It was an action so full of fear and promise that it was nearly Xander's
undoing. Lowering himself to his knees, the black man looked past
Xander to the possessive yellow eyed vampire behind him, reassured
when the vampire nodded and smiled.

Xander's body lurched forward with shock as the warm suction latched
onto him and began working his cock as the strange fingers probed his
balls and behind.

Spike pressed himself against the amazing heat of his sexually charged human.
He watched the stranger masturbate himself as he sucked and licked Xander's
cock. Each time he pulled his mouth away, long sticky while strings of precum
linked the brown heavy lips to his boys leaking cock.

Spike sniffed Xander's clean soft hair. He ran his cool tongue up between
his boy's shoulder blades and watched the goose bumps as they sprang in
his wake. He could smell the blood, so near the surface and hear the heart
that sounded is if it were only seconds away from exploding.
He wanted to bite him almost more than he wanted to fuck him.

Spike humped faster, his cock sliding in a wet mess of his own early spend
between the cheeks of the soft swell of Xander's ass, down to bump against
the balls and up to the small of his boy's back.

Reaching around, Spike put his hands on the strangers face, holding his
head firmly and encouraging Xander to fuck the warm mouth, in turn
humping back bringing glorious friction to Spike's own erection.

All three men were rapidly approaching heaven together. Xander put his
hands over Spike's and fucked the stranger's mouth as fast and hard as
he could, the sounds of gagging spurring him on nudging him up a notch
to frantic. He felt the burn in his balls as his spine sparked with electricity
down to his toes.

Knowing Xander was almost there, Spike stepped back and grabbed his
own cock tightly, stripping himself roughly. Within seconds he grabbed
Xander's shoulder and squirted wet spurts of cum onto his boy's back.
Spike watched as it dribbled down between the firm round cheeks
and dripped onto the stained, crusty floor.

When Xander felt the cool cum run over his twitchy, empty hole, it
was his undoing. The heaviness in his sac rushed up and out his
cock, straight down the stranger's throat where it was greedily
swallowed.

The orgasm that slammed through him felt as though it could go on forever.
Wave after wave of pleasure flushed his body with a euphoric buzz
that he rode, all cares of where he was forgotten.
The other occupants of the room watched, sharing in the sight, moaning
and whispering their approval.
When it finally slowed, he slumped weakly against his vampire
on shaky legs.

His body had lost it's ability for muscle coordination, forcing Spike to
do all the work in getting them both dressed. He wanted to thank the
friendly black man but noticed he had already wandered away and was
lowering himself in front of another waiting cock.

It was just as well. He had no idea what kind of wording went
in to a thank you card for such an occassion.

Suddenly Spike felt his own body start to tingle, not in a good way.
He hustled them both back out to the bar and sat Xander down on a stool.

"Listen, Xan, pay attention. I have to go. I'm sorry. I'll come by
your place around 3. I want you to drink some coffee, then go
straight there and wait for me. Do you hear?"

Xander nodded weakly. He watched as Spike paid for a pot of coffee
and heard him threaten the bartender if anything happened. Just as he
was about to protest, Spike was gone.

Xander looked all around. It was as if the vampire had just vanished.
Xander sighed and picked up the first cup.