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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.
7:00 am Friday morning
Xander Harris has 16 hours left to live.
Xander sat, silently, intently staring across the small wooden
kitchen table at the evil vampire. Spike hadn't said a word
in a good two minutes. An eternity when you were waiting on
something this important.
His stoic, poker face gave away no indication of what move
he was about to make. What he was thinking. What he would say.
It was maddening.
Xander had sought out the information through the bond but
it hadn't helped. Like a air conditioning unit on a blistering
summer day, the bond hummed quietly in the background.
It brought comfort, relief that blanketed his whole being, but
very little specific fact.
"Well? Come on, Spike. Human here. What's it gonna be?"
Spike took another glance at the item in his hand and one more peek
over Xander's shoulder. The boy obviously had no idea how shiny
and reflective the front of his microwave was or he wouldn't be
sitting in the position he had chosen.
Spike squirmed his naked ass on the hard wooden chair and rested his
bare foot over top the one still wearing the sock. THE sock. The last
item of clothing he had left while that brat of a human sat across from
him all snuggled up in t-shirt and BOTH feet nicely covered.
This was it. The tense anticipation hung heavy in the air.
No one breathed. Well, o.k., only one needed to anyway, however
Xander didn't want to risk missing what Spike said by expending
the noisy air from his lungs.
Carefully holding his hand near his body, Spike's left eye twitched.
"Do you have any eights?"
"AHA!"
Xander leaped to his feet. He slapped his hand down on the table,
face up, clearly revealing a lovely array of two's, a five, a jack and an
ace.
"GO FISH!"
Spike's eyes lit up in delight as his boy danced around, wiggling his
equally bare arse, and shimming to a rousing unheard dance tune.
His half hard cock swayed in time.
It was a well played game that Xander had no idea Spike had just won.
With a solemn humility, Spike slowly rose from his chair. With grace
an agility he lifted his foot and slapped it on the table top where he
slowly pealed off the last remaining item of clothing.
The look of exuberance in his boy's eyes made the cheating loss
more than worth it.
"Well, well, if you aren't just the little card shark. Right then, you've won
me. What do you propose to do. How would you have me?"
Xander stood slack jawed. He had actually won. He really never
considered the possibility. He was certain he would lose. An end
result he had no problem with, but this.........this was Twinkies on a
sliver platter.
He tapped his forefingers together thoughtfully then smiled as all ten
sprang out rigidly. Spike grinned as he watched the idea start at the
top of Xander's head and slide southward in a wave of responsive
happiness.
His big brown eyes lit up and wrinkled at the corners.
The grin on his lips spread to a white toothy smile.
His chin tipped upward.
His cock did the same.
His toes flexed and released in the triumphant argyle socks.
Xander immediately went serious. He clasped his hands behind his back
and walked slow, deliberate circles around the defeated demon.
"Well, Mr. Can't Play Fish For Shit, I believe there was something
said earlier about my proving who is the girl in this bondy relationship.
Now since I came out on top in cards.........well, I'm sure you get
where this is going."
Spike flinched. He had thought it would be a blow job, possibly
in the shower. Maybe a massage with extra oil. A rimming.
He really didn't think the boy was ready for the big banana, so to
speak.
He hadn't been topped since he and Angelus were together.
Not a pretty memory. It wasn't that he didn't get off. Angelus
always made sure he got off, when it suited the big oaf.
There was just so much humiliation and pain involved.
Not to mention the array of foreign objects, some including human
body parts. Other than his Sire and that Flexsteel demon in the Kuntalot
dimension he had never been topped. And that time had involved
considerable drink and strange drugs.
The thought of allowing a human access to his arse was unheard of.
Unthinkable. Impossible. It was just too undignified.
Yet, here he was. Not only considering it, he was actually resolved
to it.
He was going to give his boy a free ticket to the tunnel of happiness.
A chance to pop into the cave of hidden treasures.
A ride on the subway to paradise.
Xander stood patiently by with the bright, trusting beam on his face never
wavering. He felt like a hundred night crawlers had been set loose inside
him. They squiggled and squirmed uncomfortably, making him twitch
and itch. It was wonderful. It thrilled him to be able to sense so explicitly
exactly what Spike was feeling.
He also knew Spike could feel him, the trust, the honesty and the love.
He would never hurt Spike and he wanted Spike to know that.
Besides if Spike hurt, he hurt. Not really a good thing considering all
the stupid fracas' Spike could throw himself into.
Xander resolved to sit down with the vampire and discuss the use of
safety helmets and seat belts.
Later.
"Well, Master of mine, are you a vampire of his word? Do I get to
collect my spoils and plant the flagpole of Xanderland in the full moon
of your ass?"
Spike's whole body relaxed as he realized there was nothing to fear.
He threw his arms out at his sides and his head back, eyes closed,
appearing, for all the world, like a lamb being led to slaughter.
Only the big grin on his face gave it away.
What happened next was not what he expected.
He felt the whoosh of air as Xander sped past him.
Confused, he opened his eyes and went in search of the human pet
who had not grabbed, dragged, or even touched his winnings.
"Pet?"
When he went to the bedroom, he found Xander whistling a tune that
sounded suspiciously like "Whistle While You Work" as he hustled
around the room.
Leaning against the doorway, he watched the boy straighten out the
covers, then neatly fold them to the foot of the bed. He rummaged
through the night stand till he found a large bottle of oil which he set
within easy each.
Along with the lube he extracted a multi pack of condoms which, after
glancing back at Spike, he tossed back in and slammed the drawer shut.
Rushing to the bathroom, he returned within two seconds with an armful
of fresh towels which he dropped to the floor by the side of the bed.
He jerked off the shirt, pitching it to land where it wanted, and he began the
check list.
"Lots of lube, check. Clean up towels, check. Hard cock, check."
He turned to face Spike, the smile threatening to split his face.
"My own personal vampire, check."
He then spun around and the smile turned to a leer.
Xander crouched low and extended his arms. His fingers clenched, clawlike,
and he slunk toward his intended prey.
Spike gave his best impression of a terrified victim as he turned to run.
"No! Help! Help!"
Xander pounced.