TITLE: 5 Days More
27/46
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 Petxnd for the wonderful banner and patient preread.


5:30 pm Thursday evening
Xander Harris has 1 day left to live.

The smile and all humor dropped from Spike's face as he gripped
Xander's hips and lifted him off his lap and set him on his feet
on the floor.

"Xan, Love, that's a big order. I'm not saying no, mind you, but I
think we need to have a word or two before we jump off the deep
end, so to speak."

Xander stood patiently, focusing on the 'not saying no' part.
Under normal circumstances, he would have been embarrassed to be
standing there, in socks and a t-shirt, his eager puppy cock wagging
it's happy tail.

The thought that he would be here, naked in front of Spike, killer
vampire, and asking him to fuck and bite him would have, just a few
days ago, shot the absurd disk so high up the pole it would have rung
the bell on the clown's nose with a resounding "PING"

It was funny the turns life takes. Xander was still scared. Spike could
still put fear in his heart, but now the fear came from the possibility of
rejection.
Xander was stunned to realize that what he was asking for was more
than Spike's cock or fangs. He was asking for Spike.

"O.k. So, speak."

Spike rubbed his hand over the back of his neck and collected
his thoughts.
"Well, starting at the bottom, no pun intended, since you have never
had anal sex, it's going to hurt a bit. Lots of lube and a bit 'o care and
it can be absolute heaven, still the burn and first time pain can be
a little off putting."

Xander felt his hole slam shut in protest.
"I can deal. What about the bite? Buffy got drunk one night at the
bronze and she said when Angel bit her it was amazing. Like flying."

Spike nodded.
"Yeah, can be like that. Makes the sex much more intense. Can also
be as addictive as drugs. After a few times you'll crave it. Think you
can't live without it."

Even as he said it, he knew it wasn't a concern. No matter how many
times he bit the boy, and it was a hell of an arousing thought, there
wasn't any chance of him becoming hooked. He almost wished
he would but the time just wasn't there.

Spike flushed with the erotic thought of his boy crawling after him.
Begging the vampire to take him to bed. Aching with need for
the feel of the razor sharp fangs piercing his throat and the draw
of the life's blood from his body.
Spike could feel his own cock turn rock hard.

Xander's hand unconsciously drifted down to his erection.
His hand wrapped around it and slowly pull/squeezed the warm
hard penis.

"Just once, or maybe twice? If you just bite me a little bit and then
we stop, I won't get hooked will I?"

Xander took a short step towards the sitting vampire and Spike could
feel the heat rolling off his body. The boy's heart beat resounded
around them and the cotton candy smell of warm arousal filled the air.

"I want to know what it's like, Spike. I want you to show me."
His voice was quiet and breathless.

"Yeah, o.k. I'll pop your cherry. I'll open you up and slid my cock
deep in your ass, and just when you are about to shoot your wad, I'll
slice my fangs into your neck. Is that what you want? You want to see
what it's like to have a vampire bite you when you cum?"

Xander gasp. His eyes went dark with passion and need. His throat
closed up making words impossible. All he could do was hold tightly
onto his leaking cock and will it not to erupt hot bubbling lava over
his fist before they began.

"Uh huh. Yes, please."
The words squeaked and cracked as his head bobbed up and down.
But then he blinked. There was more. He had asked for three things
and he wanted them all.
2/3 was not an option.

"And the claiming? The demon at the club said I wasn't claimed? What
does that mean? Is it just bit?"

Spike rose gracefully, like a feline in heat, from the ugly plaid couch.
He swept his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He then,
with one hand, popped the buttons on his jeans till they gapped open
and the most beautiful, pale cock in the world, made it's appearance.

The jeans slid to his feet and Spike took two steps forward and out
of them. He was now just inches from his boy and surprised he wasn't
already sinking fang and cock deep into the delicious body before him.

"Ah, yes. Claiming. It is much more than biting. Vampires bite people
everyday but seldom ever claim them. A claim is a stamp of ownership.
A claim is an exchange of blood. I bite you but you also take a swallow
of mine. When it first begins, the claimed is a pet. Given just sips it
marks him as the exclusive property of the vampire. He can't leave
because of the need for the vampire's cock and blood. The claimed
will die without being regularly fucked and bitten. After some time, if the
claimed is given larger amounts of blood, the bond grows and they become
mated. True partners. It is rare. Most vampires just want a fuck pet.
A day walker, but some want more. The Watcher and Slayer think vampires
can't love but I guarantee you, we do."

Spike tried to ignore the overwhelming blast of pheromones from his boy.
Without saying a word, Spike knew this was exactly what Xander had
hoped a claiming was. He also knew it must be something he has thought
about and fantasized over. Belonging. Loved. Taken.

What startled Spike more was that he could see it happening. He
wanted it too. If only there was some way. If only the boy's fate wasn't
already predetermined.

Spike continued.
"It means commitment, Pet. It's more than a marriage. It is a choice that
can't be revoked. There is no divorce for a claimed, only death."

Xander didn't need anytime to consider the implications. It was the answer
to all his hopes and dreams. It was the perfect solution to his depressing
life. It was the future he wanted.

Taking a step backward, he realized the decision for their future was not his alone.
Sure Spike had spent a few days and nights with him for what ever reason but
committing himself to years with Xander was not something anyone would
willingly accept. Certainly not someone as sexy, and smart, and wonderful as the
bleached blond vampire.

"I know you don't want that. It's o.k. The first two will be enough."
Xander erection, with his mood, deflated.

Spike scooped the boy up and pressed their bodies tightly together.
He kissed him roughly, plunging his tongue deeply in his boys mouth,
much in the same way he would soon be ramming his cock in Xander's
body.

He then pulled back, watching Xander suck air through the surprised,
aroused, swollen lips.

"I would be very proud to own you, Love. I would be honored to
fuck you, bite you and claim you as my own. From this night on, for the
rest of your life, you will belong to me. To do with as I wish. Whenever
I wish.

Xander was ecstatic. He threw his arms around Spike's neck and hugged
the unneeded air from his lung.

"Yeah? Well I gotta warn you, I plan on living to be a ripe old age."

Spike rubbed his face in the side of his boys hair, drying the tears
he didn't want Xander to see.
Finally, when he felt he had a grip on his emotions, Spike straightened
up and, reaching around, smacked Xander soundly on the ass.

Spike resolved to think no more about what could be or what was
destined to be. He put all his attention on what he could do to
give his boy the best of what time he had left. He knew when it was over
he would have to take a long hard look at his own devistating loss and
the desirability of continuing on with a life alone.

He slid his hand in Xander's and entwined their fingers in a grip of
affection and promise. He tipped his head up and gave his intended
a soft peck on the lips.

"Well, then, I'd say we have a claim to consumate."

Xander's face lit up brighter than the sun. There was no hesitation, no
second thoughts or concern of mistake. He felt as though he were
embarking on a whole new phase of his existance. One he had been
predestined for. One he had just been biding his time waiting on.

He had spent 20 years standing on the platform, ticket in hand and the
Spike train was finally pulling into the station.
"All aboard!"

Jerking off his shirt, Xander tugged Spike by the hand and led the way
to his small bedroom. Spike chuckled and thought about pointing out
the fact that Xander was still wearing his socks, but didn't. It just made it
more perfect. Who else but his Xander would embark on a life changing
endevor such as this wearing nothing but a pair of tube socks.

Itching to touch and be touched, each man stroked themselves, running
their hands over their chests, stomachs and cocks. Xander jumped on the
bed, lying flat on his back. He spred his legs wide and presented himself
unashamedly to his vampire.