Title: Spike's Perfect Saturday
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I bend to Joss Whedon's will and try my best not to murder his characters.
Summary: It's two hours later and Spike and Xander have switched back.
Notes: Thanks to kimalis for going over it for me. This is the sequel to the story Body Switching For Fun And Well, Fun!
I was now regretting leaving Xander tied up. I had lost track of time while I was out on the town, just enjoying the beach, the sun, anything that I normally couldn’t do while in my vampire body. Now I was back and tied to the chair. I figured with one hand, I could have got free. Xander had undone the right hand for me, but the rest was still unreachable. I twisted and turned my arms, but the knot was too far below the chair for my restrained body to reach. I gave up and tried to relive my day. It was the perfect Saturday. It was complete with kicking over sand castles, scaring pigeons, and resting in the grass after killing a daytime demon. I smiled and wished I still had the Gem of Amara. I straightened up as I heard the door open, that’s right, I forgot to lock it when I left. Xander came in flushed and looking extremely pissed.
“What’s wrong, love?”
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong!? WHAT’S WRONG!? You told everyone I was gay!”
I laughed at the memory, “I did, didn’t I?”
“And you also said I was dating you! Why?”
“You’ve been living with an unchipped vampire who has been pretending he’s still chipped just so he can get tied up and watch you masturbate under the covers. Yes, I don’t see why I would tell anyone you were dating me. I mean, it’s so obvious I don’t like you.”
“What’s that have anything to do with anything?”
“You’ve been living with an unchipped vampire. Note the keywords, love.”
Xander jumped in alarm and pointed a shaky finger at me, “You can kill me!”
“I never did fall for the smart ones.”
“Wait, you can kill me. Why haven’t you killed me?”
I motioned at my open jeans. Xander hadn’t bothered closing them, so I didn’t bother either. Xander stared where I had indicated then shook his head.
“Untie me and I’ll show you exactly why I haven’t killed you.”
“I can’t,” Xander whined.
“Because then you’re going to be all controlling like you were this morning, then you’re going to do things that make me not care that you’re being controlling, then we probably will end up dating.”
I turned it over in my head, “I don’t see the downside.”
“You can kill people now! I’m sure you haven’t been living off blood bags now that you can get all fangy again.”
“You really think I’d kill people if I wanted to get into your pants? Love’s bitch over here, ready to turn over and take it up the arse, so to speak, for the team.”
“You won’t be taking it up the ass?” Xander said with a smile then he shook his head. “No, no thinking of upping the ante with a blood drinking vampire.”
“Actually, I prefer V8,” I said rolling my eyes.
“You’ve been in America too long,” Xander said coming over and untying me.
I reached forward and untied my legs. I tried to assess the situation. Jump the whelp and throw him on the bed or keep him talking while I do disturbingly nasty things to his body. Both choices were extremely good, but jumping him would make everything go too quickly. I leered at him and slowly got out of the chair. Xander seemed taken aback and that only made my leer grow. He began backing away from me. Didn’t he realize that only made me want him more? I moved quickly behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He jumped and I rested my head on his back.
“I don’t have to kill people to eat. Besides, I don’t like killing, it’s not the killing part I’m in it for,” I said slipping my hands into his jeans.
“Oh, could have fooled me,” Xander said in an unnaturally high voice.
“I prefer the rush of it all. The hunt, the stalking, the slow game between the cat and the mouse,” I used blunt teeth and bit into his shoulder blade then tilted my head up so I could lick his earlobe. He tensed and I continued talking. “The cat isn’t after killing the mouse, it’s after the rush. Killing the mouse afterwards is just so it could eat. Cat doesn’t realize that after the mouse is gone, no more games.”
Xander moaned. I grinned and moved my hands into his boxers. I let my fingers dance over his erection. The boy must like these kinds of games, the ones that took away his control and didn’t make him feel like the white knight everyone expected him to be. Alright, love. You want to play, let’s play. I ground my bare cock into his clothed arse and he produced another moan.
“That what this is? A game?”
I began stroking his cock; it felt a lot better from inside my own body. I loved my cool fingers on his heated cock. There was nothing in this world like it and I had seen a lot in this world.
“Of course it’s a game, love,” I breathed into his ear, the forced breath must have been cooler than I thought because he shivered. “We all play games. It’s what we do after the games that count. Let me play with you, Xander. Please my love.”
I pulled my hands out and there was a whimper of protest. I slowly undid his jeans and scraped blunt teeth across his neck. He struggled, suddenly remembering it was wasn’t just any man behind him, it was me, William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayers, killer of the innocent, and all those other fancy titles I had managed to pick up and create along the way. Xander was twisting in my arms, trying to turn and face me. I relaxed my grip and let him. His chocolate eyes looked into my eyes with such confusion; it nearly made me feel bad. Nearly, I’m still a vampire and guilt is beyond me.
He gently kissed me, “I want to be able to love you and let you um, play, but you’re- You still drink from humans whether you kill them or not.”
“Can show you, love. I can show you what a vampire bite feels like. Maybe then you won’t be so skittish?”
“You won’t kill me or turn me will you?”
I bent my head forward and licked the nape of his neck, “Why would I want to get rid of this warm body? Then what if you don’t turn out right and I lose my love? No, would never do any of that.”
Xander tilted his head, revealing more of his neck to me. If my undead heart could beat it would have at the moment.
“Go ahead. Promise you won’t kill me.”
I morphed into my game face and whispered, “I promise,” against his neck. I slowly guided my fangs across his skin. Xander shivered pleasurably and sunk my fangs in. He struggled for the first few seconds, but as I drew more of his blood into my mouth, he relaxed into me and moaned. I tried not to laugh as I removed my fangs and lapped up the blood on the healing wound. I watched it completely close and kissed the scar.
“Something you want to tell me, lover?”
“Tell you?” Xander answered weakly.
I lead him to the pulled out bed. He flopped down onto it like a rag doll and I climbed in on top of him. He looked at me and I watched as the scar I just gave him faded into nothingness.
“I know vampire spit has somewhat good healing powers, but love, the scar is completely gone. It makes me a bit sad.”
Xander blushed and squirmed, “Might be leftover from all the times I was possessed by demons and such. I never told the other Scoobies, they’d want to take it away and the leftover powers make me feel more useful.”
“Our little secret then.”
Xander closed his eyes. He was worn out. After all I had done with and to his body, I wasn’t surprised. I lazily stroked his chest, pushing his shirt up.
“That’s nice, Spike. But, I’m tired. I spent two hours masturbating in a chair; I just want to sleep now. I promise when I wake up, you can do everything to me that pops into the little head of yours, but now-” He yawned. “Sleep…”
He trailed off and watched him fall asleep. I grinned. I wanted to wake him up and ask him what he had been envisioning that he was able to wank for two straight hours, but I didn’t. Xander needed his sleep if he was going to keep up with me and every idea that popped into my little head. I settled down beside him and lazily sucked on his neck. I couldn’t have asked for my plan to go any better. Before I joined Xander in dreamland, I wondered if any other Saturday could ever live up to this one. I grinned, that sounded like a challenge I was willing to take. I drifted off dreaming of all the things I wanted to do to Xander. Tomorrow was going to be a perfect Sunday.