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5 Days More

TITLE: 5 Days More
38/46
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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3 p.m Friday afternoon.
Xander Harris has 8 hours left to live.

Spike recoiled in horror. He leaped back and up off the couch,
breaking all physical contact with the human who had just shocked
the hell out of him.

His arms shot straight out in front of him, hands up, as if to ward off
the evil that was threatening the poor innocent vampire.

"NO! NO! No, Xander you don't know what you're saying. This is
the hellmouth for fuck sake. You can't even joke about something like
that."

Immediately Spike spun around in a circle, speaking to whatever
decider of destinies may be turning an ear earthward at that moment,
praying he could do damage control before it was too late.

"He didn't mean that. Disregard the human. No turning of the claimed
human happening here."
He then turned an angry face to his pet, scolding his carelessness.

"You have no idea how dangerous talk like that can be."

Xander scooted to a sitting position on the second hand sofa and frowned.
"What the hell are you getting so worked up about. I wasn't joking Spike
and this isn't something I decided lightly. I think we should......."
"No, Pet.....just.... no."

Spike turned to disappear into the bedroom. End of discussion.
Leaping off the couch, Xander grabbed Spike from behind, stopping
him before he could make a hasty retreat. Xander was not dissuaded.

He knew with several hours till nightfall, Spike was trapped. Captive
in the small apartment with the human that planned on using every minute
of that time to further his cause and persuade his master to see his point
of view.

"Wait. Just let me explain."
"There's nothing to explain. The answer is no."

Xander turned the smaller man around in his arms and kissed him lightly
on the tightly pursed lips.
"You must have wanted me or you wouldn't have claimed me."

Spike stood firm, arms crossed over his chest.
"Wanted you, claimed you, own you."
"And you did say that most vampires eventually turn their claimed."
"Key word, Pet. Eventually. Not happening. Not today."

Wrapping his arms around Spike's rigid, stubborn body, Xander pulled
him close, kissing and nibbling on his neck.
"I've never belonged here, Spike. I just don't seem to fit in the real
world. I'm not made to attend technical school at night so I can get
a job cleaning teeth or repairing hearing aids. I have flipped more
burgers than I could ever count and I have no desire to take a course
in court reporting. Besides that, I've been lonely. I was never meant
to settle down with a little human wife and produce 2.5 children.
I was floating, floundering like a fish without a fin. Lost. Confused.
Then, out of the blue you popped up and I fell in love with you.
I'm a demon magnet. I'm a claimed demon magnet and you are
the demon I belong to. The problem is, I know you. You get bored.
You move on. You'll leave me."

"HEY! I said I wouldn't. I told you......."
"Oh, I know you won't want to and right now you really mean it when
you say you won't, but be honest, Spike, at least be honest with yourself.
You'll be living the night life and I'll be on the day shift. I'm trapped with
the needs of a human. Food, shelter, not to mention the whole sickness
problem. Humans get colds, Spike, and worse. Are you going to sit
around while I blow huge amounts of snot out of my nose? Or worse?
Cancer, heart attack, stroke? Humans are weak, Spike."

Spike felt sick. He wanted to assure his boy that it wouldn't be like that.
That they would be together for the rest of the human's life. All eight hours
of it. But he couldn't. There was no explanation that would sound even
remotely plausible.

Spike had one hope left. One small ace up his sleeve and he had banked
everything on it. It wasn't much but it was all he had. The boy had been
killed in the graveyard. Caught by a vampire and drained of his precious life.
If Spike could keep him inside, not let him out of the flat till morning, they
might have a chance.

"Look, Xan, Love, tell you what, why don't we think about this. Sleep on
it tonight then if you still feel the same way tomorrow, I'll do it. I'll turn you.
I promise. We will do it tomorrow."

Xander looked into Spike's eyes. His mouth had said yes but the charge
of negativity in the bond and the expression on his face screamed "Hell no".
Xander knew there was something else at work here but had no idea
what it was.

He was certain it would be pointless to ask. Spike was not in a sharing
mood so Xander had to assume the worst.
Spike didn't intend to keep him.
The other thing he would have bet every cent of Spike's racing winnings
on was that whatever Spike was going to do, he was going to do tonight.

His promise of turning his human pet tomorrow was a stall tactic.
For Spike and Xander there wouldn't be any tomorrow.
Xander wanted to cry, to scream and beg, but he didn't. He did
his best to keep his breathing and heartbeat in check as his brain
formed a plan of his own.

"Yeah, sure, tomorrows good."
Reaching down into his pants, Xander pulled out the remote control
and handed it back over to the vampire. He then sat down, crossing
his feet at the ankles and folding his arms over his chest.

"So, what do you want to watch?"

Spike scowled. That was way too easy. The boy gave in too
quickly. Yet, in the long run Spike decided it didn't matter why. If they
could just get through tonight, he would return to tomorrow, tomorrow.
If he could stop the boy's death tonight, they would have a future.
He would then come back to the apartment, collect his claimed and
they would live happily ever after.

Spike sighed happily. It was a plan. It was a viable plan.
He could still salvage this whole situation.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in silence.
This time less companionable than strained. Both had plans and
ideas moving about their brains and neither paid much attention to
the cooking shows or Dr. Who reruns that Spike had turned on.
Each in turn glanced repeatedly at the clock on the wall, acutely aware
of the other doing the same.

Finally, when the stress was about as thick in the air as the smog
on an LA afternoon, Xander leaped to his feet, a huge smile on his face.

"Well, that's it. Human here. Gotta see a man about a horse.
Drain the lizard. Water the garden. Heyyyyyy, I know, why don't
you give me about three minutes to answer natures call then meet me
in the bedroom for a little slap and tickle?"
Xander wiggled his eyebrows wildly.

Spike was swamped with relief. There was nothing that he wanted
more than to "slap and tickle" his pet. Besides, it was the ideal way to
assure that the boy stayed inside, under his master, full of cock.
"Three minutes it is. One thousand one...One thousand two...."
Xander laughed and hurried off.

When the count was done, or as near to it as Spike's patience would allow,
he followed his claimed into the bedroom. He only had seconds to register
his surprise at the seemingly empty room before the blow to the back
of his head sent him crumpling, unconscious, into an undignified heap on the
cold wood floor.

Xander looked down at what he had done. He knew Spike would recover.
He had bounced back from a lot more than a brick cracked against his
cranium.

"Sorry, Spike. I didn't know any other way to do it. I know when it is all
said and done you will forgive me. At least I hope so. I love you. See
you tomorrow, I hope."

With that, he dropped the note he had written from his fingers and watched
it float in slow motion, coming to rest on the vampire's bare chest.
He slipped his feet into the worn tennis shoes that sat just inside the
front door and, with one last glance back at his beloved master, he walked
out side in to the fading sunlight.
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