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5 Days More

TITLE: 5 Days More
35/46
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.




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9:00 am Friday morning
Xander Harris has 14 hours left to live.

The small cramped basement bedroom was dim and dark.
The two small windows were, on the outside, street level high which,
on the inside, translated to just a foot from the ceiling.

When he first moved in, Xander had covered them both with shades that
drew down, blocking out the curious stares of people walking by and
tempted to crouch down and peek in on his privacy.
Not that, up until today, they would have seen anything scandalous or
even interesting.

Now they served a duel purpose. They protected the lovers against
the outside world's prejudices and the sun's burning rays.
The only thing disturbing the illusion that they were the last two
people on earth was the quiet voices and accompanying laugh
track of the television they had forgotten to turn off.

Neither man had shown any interest in getting up, showering
or dressing after the bone rattling orgasm they had shared.
Lying in the small bed together, they contented themselves
to talk, touch and snuggle as the morning rolled on.

Xander had encouraged Spike to tell him about his childhood.
He asked about his Mother, his life, London. Xander wanted
to know everything.

Spike was thrilled. No one had ever taken an interest in him like this,
not before or after his death, and there was nothing he liked to talk about
more than himself.

Once he had started, little details flooded from his memory. Details
like the color of the flowers on the sitting room wallpaper. The things
that hung in the shop windows as he walked to market with his Mum.

He smiled as he described the cold winter nights sitting in front of the
fire listening to her read to him and a tear escaped his eye when he
spoke of his Father passing.

He told how hard life had gotten after that. His Mother had taken
employment in a milliner's shop but it never paid enough. Family
friends turned their backs on them and his Mother had often wept
long into the night when she thought William was fast asleep.

Xander lay quietly, his hand never stopped caressing the vampire as
he listened. Maybe, he decided, he was enthralled after all because
he hung on every word. It was a world so different than what he knew,
what he would ever see that he was captivated. Spike descriptions
of all the sights, the sounds, even the smell of coal fires and choking smog
from the stove pipe chimneys was so engrossing, he could clearly see
it in his mind.

When the words slowly ran out, each man slipped quietly into their own
thoughts, lapsing into a companionable silence.

Just when Spike was beginning to think his boy had dozed off, Xander
had another question.

"Spike, have you ever bonded with anyone else? I mean, I know you
are like a thousand years old, or something, so I'm sure there must
have been other........"

Spike smacked his pet lightly on the butt.
"Oi! I'll have you know I'm only 120 and since that ain't dog years,
I'm nowhere near a thousand."

Xander chuckled. He loved getting a rise out of Spike. In more ways
than one. He idly rubbed the slight sting away.
"So have you? Claimed anyone else, I mean."

Spike leaned down and kissed him softly.
"Nope. Never wanted too. You are my first pet, Pet."

Xander gave that some thought.
"So why me? How come you claimed me?"

Spike looked into the deep brown eyes and wondered just what the
answer was. Because he was going to die tonight? Make his last
days happy? No, Spike knew in his heart that wasn't it. Finally
after much consideration he gave an honest answer that he hoped
they could both live with.

"I've been lonely, Xan. A man can only walk this earth alone for so
long before he decides maybe it's time to stop walking. I've been
everywhere and seen everything. I was tired, bored, depressed.
I was sure there was nothing else for me, then you popped up. Right
under my nose you were and I never saw you till now. You made
everything old seem new again and I wanted to keep you forever.
Guess I just fell in love with you, Pet."

Xander threw his arms around Spike's neck and hugged him close,
whispering in his ear.
"I love you too, Spike. My whole life I've felt like I was on hold, listening
to elevator music and waiting for the operator to take my call and tell me
what I should be doing with my life. Now I know. I dialed your number
and was waiting on you to pick up the phone. This is the rest of my
life, Spike."

The reality and ominous premonition of his boys words burned deeply
into Spike's brain and his dead heart cracked in his chest. Spike was
eternally grateful for his practiced poker face. He knew he couldn't
speak without his voice betraying him, so Spike merely pulled his
claimed pet closer and snuggled under the warm security of the tattered
blankets.

"Spike?"
Spike sighed the sigh of the oppressed.
"Now what?"
"What happens when I get old? What do other vampires do with their
claimed when they get too feeble? Do I get sent to a glue factory to be
made into dog food and my hooves ground up for jello?"

Spike pulled back, a look of shocked confusion in his clear blue eyes.
"Where the hell do you get such bizarre ideas? You're a young man
why are you even thinking about getting old? Maybe your Master needs
to fuck some sense into you."

Spike dug his bony fingers into Xander's ribs, digging and tickling
mercilessly. Xander laughed, squirming and trying to decide which
direction his answer should take them. Eventually, the vampire took
pity and relaxed his grip of tickles, leaving the human panting for breath.

As much as he wanted fucked, sucked and anything else Spike
would do to him, Xander needed answers and reassurance more.

"So what do they do?"

Spike groaned and flopped over on his back. Apparently they were
going to have this conversation whether he wanted to or not.

"Depends. Some vampires are cruel bastards and they abandon their
claimed either because they are tired of them or just for the pleasure of
watching the human go insane from the want. Some vampires grow
attached to the human but for some reason can't keep them. Usually
cause they are too old or they get sick. In that case they kill them.
Put them down. Usually drain them so they can keep the pet's blood
and the memory it holds for a while. It is the most humane way.
The rest turn 'em. They are so attached to each other that they
make the decision when the pet is still young to be turned so they can
stay together for ever."

Both men became aware instantly of the rapid pounding of Xander's
heart and his escalated breathing. Immediately Spike tried to reassure him.

"No. Xan, I wouldn't do that to you. I know how you feel about vampires
and I wouldn't hurt you like that. We'll do just fine the way we are.
You and me together. Now, I am the Master here and I don't want to
talk about this anymore."

"Yeah, but........"
"Tut, tut, Pet. No more."

Xander nodded and curled up around his vampire's cool body.
Hard as he tried, he couldn't stop his brain. Every unanswered
question stirred up two more. What about Willow and Buffy?
Would they be mad? Would they still love him? Would they try
to stake Spike?

How would they live? More importantly, how could he keep the
hyper vampire's love and interest in him. Spike had an infamously
short attention span.

After all, he was only Xander Harris, donut boy.
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