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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3:00 am Friday morning
Xander Harris has 20 hours left to live.
Spike dropped from the dimensional shift and landed, like
a cat, on both feet in the cemetery at the edge of town.
The second his bare feet hit the cold, dew dampened grass,
the feeling hit him. Fear, depression, rejection, Xander.
Something bad had happened to Xander.
He took off at a run just short of flying. His dead, still, heart
lurched in his chest and he vowed to kill whatever was causing
such devastating emotions to his boy.
His brain calculating the time and protesting, 'not yet. It
isn't time yet. Please, no.'
The power of the new bond shocked him. After only one
exchange of blood he could sense Xander as if he were standing
next to him and he ran faster.
Within minutes he reached his home street and down the steps
to the small flat.
Charging through the doorway, his eyes immediately searched
the darkened room for his mate.
Off in a far corner, curled up and rocking was his boy. Naked,
incoherent, keening and nearly comatose, Spike lurched to him
and fell to his knees, scooping the trembling boy into his arms.
"Christ, Xan, what happened? What is it?"
Turning his face in the direction of the voice, recognition finally
snapped and cleared the glazed look from his eyes. Immediately
Xander threw his arms around his vampire's neck and he clutched,
frantically, as though he were trying to climb into Spike's skin.
"I woke up and you were gone. Not just gone, but GONE. I couldn't
find you. I couldn't feel you. I thought you had broken the bond. I
thought you left me. I thought maybe Buffy......"
Spike held him tightly, rocking and cooing in his ear. He cursed
himself for not thinking that this might happen.
"No, Love, no. Everything is all right. Buffy can't hurt me. I told
you the bond is still new. Sometimes it just doesn't connect.
Kinda like a cell phone, Pet, you just dropped the call is all.
I should have left you a note, Love. I just needed to go out for
a bit, but I'm home now. Everything is all right, Pet."
Spike pulled back and kissed the wet, puffy face.
"Listen to me, Xan, cause I not the kind of guy that will say this
often but I love you. We are bonded and that's the way I want it.
For good and all so if you are thinking of kicking me to the curb
you can just forget it. You're stuck with me, understand?"
Xander pressed tighter, although reassured, certain thoughts still
bothered him. The long hours alone had given him way too
much time to think.
"Spike, don't you think all of this is odd. I mean just a few days
ago we hated each other, now we're married. How did that happen?
Isn't it strange? Do you think Willow did a spell, or maybe
somebody was stupid enough to make a hellmouth wish?"
Spike flinched. He hoped it wasn't the bond that had Xander's
curiosity so accurate and on target.
"Come on now, Xan, no one is that stupid. Even the oblivious
day residents of the happy city of Sunnydale are smart enough not
to make a wish. And as for the witch, I haven't seen her. Besides
she wouldn't cast a spell against her friend would she?"
Xander scowled. He recalled all the spells she had cast that put them
all at risk more times than he could count. Still, he had to agree with
Spike. There would be no purpose in putting a spell on them
making them......what? Fall in love? Have sex. Commit to each
other through a blood bond? No that was definitely nothing Willow
would want for him.
"Yeah, I see what you mean. Still, it's so unexpected."
Spike's face lit up.
"That's what makes it so wonderful. Just when you think life has nothing
good planned for you, something pops up that makes you say "WOW!"
Well, this is one of those wow moments. Innit? Besides, one of the
things you learn living on the hellmouth is that when something brilliant
happens, don't question it. After all, if it looks like a dog and it barks
like a dog, I say pet the hell out of it."
Xander threw himself on top of the vampire, causing them both to tumble
onto the floor, Xander on top. He rained down a shower of kisses
al over Spike's smiling face and ended with a hot passionate one on
"It is! And the best wow is that you said you love me. I love you too.
I want to be with you forever. I just got so scared, but
you're here now and that's all that matters. Gee, I feel so silly for
getting all psycho. This bond kinda made me hormonal. Hope that
doesn't mean I hafta always be the girl in this relationship."
Xander grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
Spike slid his hand down between them and pressed on the substantial
piece of nongirlyness hanging between Xander's legs and leered.
"Very not the girl. Maybe later I'll let you show me just how much
you are NOT a girl. What do you think?"
Xander's cock expanded as quickly as his pupils and the breath
that puffed against Spike's cheek came in hot gasps.
"Yeah, well I suppose if my Master is giving me an order......"
The rest of Xander's response was cut off by a yawn and a chuckle.
"Sorry, I guess I didn't get much sleep. You want to go back to bed
for a while?"
Spike jumped to his feet and tugged Xander up with him.
"NOPE. We are going to spend the whole day together and I don't
want to waste one minute sleeping. We have years to snooze, today
Xander let himself be pulled up and considered what an odd remark
that was. One more odd in an uber-odd week.
Before he had a chance to speak, Spike swatted him on the naked ass and,
taking him by the shoulders, turned him in the direction of the bedroom.
"Now, you, go. Get cleaned up and dressed while I fix you breakfast.
Eggs, fried potatoes and toast. Sound good?"
Xander's stomach rumbled and he rubbed his hand over it in circles.
"Sounds great! I'll hurry. Hey, don't forget the coffee."
Turning to dash off to the bathroom, Xander stopped and looked
back at Spike.
"Spike, did you actually go out hunting in nothing but my jammy pants?"
Spike looked down. He had forgotten he was wearing the oversized
flannels that rode almost obscenely low on his slim hips.
"Oh, yeah, I didn't want to wake you up by scrounging around looking
for my britches. Gave my victims a right good last laugh, I did."
Xander frowned and scratched his head, staring at Spike's bare
feet and the boots that stood proudly by the front door.
"Tut, tut, Pet. This puppy needs petting, now off with you."
Xander laughed and hurried to wash up.