The Offering 4
By the time Xander returned to school on Monday, the bite on his neck had healed enough that he didn´t think Giles would notice it. Of course, he made it a point to keep the bite facing away from the older man whenever he could, just in case. For whatever reason, Giles didn´t make mention of it. Nor did the Watcher cop to the fact that Buffy and Willow were stuck to him like glue, even more than when they found out about the first bite.
Buffy and Angel searched for Spike´s lair over the weekend while Xander stayed with Willow at her house. After patrol, Buffy joined them for a slumber party while Angel staked out Xander´s house, hoping Spike would return while Xander was away. When Monday arrived, Buffy had to return home as her mother wouldn´t allow a ´sleep over´ on a school night, so it was just down to Willow and Xander, but either Buffy or Angel made it a point to see them both inside the house before leaving.
By Wednesday night, Xander was starting to feel cooped–up. Willow, who was coming down with a little case of cabin fever herself, noticed immediately. She said something to Buffy, who then conferenced with Angel. Over the research table, Buffy suggested that Xander and Willow patrol with her and Angel. It had been quiet for the last couple nights, and she didn´t think Spike would try to get to Xander while the four of them were together.
Xander readily agreed. He was tired of being stuck inside, and almost deliriously happy at the thought of getting out and still being kept safe. He figured he had two super–powerful people with him, and agreed that Spike wouldn´t show himself when Xander was with his friends, so what could possibly go wrong?
About halfway through patrol, three vampires appeared. Buffy immediately got into Slayer–mode, and yelled, "Willow, Xander, you two stay back!"
Xander had no problem with that. He took Willow´s hand and they stood away from the action as both Buffy and Angel fought. Suddenly, he felt Willow tug at his hand, and then realized she was falling. When he went to catch her, he noticed the vampire standing behind them that had just pushed Willow down.
He opened his mouth to scream, but it was cut off by the vampire´s hand over his mouth. It pulled Xander´s head back, and hissed, "Let go of the girl and come with me, or I´ll kill her."
Xander hesitated, and the vampire raised the knife it carried. Horrified, he dropped Willow´s hand, and the vampire immediately dragged him into the brush.
"Xander!" He heard Willow scream, and then Buffy´s voice. "It was a trap! Come on, I´m going after Xander!"
He saw Buffy, Angel, and Willow running after them, and then they were separated by a group of five vampires. Xander´s hopes of rescue faded when he saw the five vamps take on Buffy and Angel. Moments later, the vampire that had roughly hauled him through the cemetery tugged him over to a parked car. The passenger side door swung open, and the vamp shoved Xander inside.
"Get back to the lair." He heard Spike command. The vampire replied, "Yes, Master," and left after closing Xander in the car.
Xander slowly turned his head, and started to shake when he saw Spike sitting beside him, smiling predatorily.
"´Lo, pet," Spike greeted him. "Miss me?" he purred.
"N–n–no," Xander stammered the denial even as his body reacted to the vampire´s presence.
Spike grinned at him. "Liar," he whispered, and then pulled away from the curb with a squeal of tires.
Xander grabbed the seat and door, holding on for dear life as Spike raced down the street, barreling around corners. "Wh–where are we g–going?" he asked as he rattled around in the passenger seat.
"Someplace nice ´n private," Spike assured him with another grin.
The words–and the grin–made Xander´s stomach flip flop, and he thought he might have lost bladder control if not for the hard–on that wouldn´t allow him to urinate.
"Why?" he asked, proud of himself for not stuttering this time.
Spike looked at him long enough to make Xander worry that the vampire might run into something, and then said, "Why do you think, pet?"
Xander shuddered in a combination of fear, revulsion, and desire. He swallowed hard, but remained silent. Finally the vampire pulled the car into a long driveway that wrapped around a huge, decrepit mansion.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked as he parked the car with a lurch.
Xander slowly got out of the car and looked around. The mansion was hidden from the road by a row of trees, and the car was further hidden because the vampire had parked it behind the building.
"What is this place?" Xander asked.
Spike shrugged. "Abandoned," he said. "Mine, now." He let his eyes roam over Xander´s body. "´Long with you," he added. "Let´s get inside," he said, and started moving towards the back steps.
Xander hesitated.
"Don´t make me chase you, boy," Spike said, his voice hard. "It´ll be so much worse when I catch you, and you know I will."
Xander swallowed nervously and followed the vampire into the mansion. It was dusty, and filled with old furniture, some pieces still with dust covers over them, and others broken and tossed about. Without stopping, Spike led Xander up the curving staircase and to a bedroom on the second floor. With little thought of escape, Xander followed him.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Spike had Xander pushed up against the door, his face in his neck. Xander squeaked in surprise, and then yelped fearfully when Spike pulled back, morphed into game face, and growled at him, yellow eyes shining bright.
"Why do I smell Angelus?" he snarled, and Xander paled.
"What? Y–you can smell that?" He realized it was the wrong thing to say when Spike picked him up and threw him onto the bed, and then stormed after him. "N–no! I mean, it wasn´t like that!" Xander cried as he scrabbled up the bed, trying to get as far away from the enraged vampire as he could.
Spike crawled up the bed menacingly, trapping a cowering Xander beneath him. "I–it´s not what you think," Xander said, his arms protectively covering his face, as if that would keep Spike from biting him, or just breaking his neck. "He didn´t bite me."
Spike forced himself to calm down enough so he could think clearly. He´d gone nearly crazy when he couldn´t get to the boy. Last time it had been ten days, this time he couldn´t wait five. Having the boy stay with one of his friends, and Angelus waiting for him at the boy´s house, had been inspired. Spike might actually have appreciated the plan if his need for the boy hadn´t been eating away inside him.
As it was, he was desperate to get his hands, and other parts, on the boy, so he´d had to come up with a plan of his own. He´d intended to execute the strategy when the Slayer and Angelus walked the boy and his little redheaded friend home, but it had been even easier to implement while they were on patrol. By having his minions trap the Slayer and Angelus in a fight, while another dragged the boy off and loaded him into Spike´s car, there wasn´t even a trail for Angelus to follow.
Xander´s scent had been driving him insane during the entire drive to the mansion, which is why he´d made it in less time than it usually took. He wanted nothing more than to press his body against the boy´s warmth and sink his teeth into his neck, tasting the nectar that was the boy´s blood. He was hard with anticipation, and he´d grown harder when Xander meekly followed him into the mansion and up the stairs without trying to get away.
He´d grinned to himself at the boy´s easy capitulation, congratulating himself. He´d eagerly shoved Xander against the door, burying his face in the boy´s neck so he could lick his bite, and his good mood immediately vanished when he smelled Angelus on the boy. He´d been in a blind rage when he threw Xander onto the bed, but he calmed when he noticed that the boy´s scent hadn´t changed much.
There was fear, which had increased when he was faced with Spike´s anger, but there was still a good amount of arousal pouring off the boy, and that was enough to make Spike hesitate.
"Tell me what happened," he growled.
Xander spilled everything, from his not wanting Giles to know Spike had bitten him again, to telling Willow and Buffy, to their insisting that he tell Angel, that he left out the sex parts but somehow Angel knew, his confession to Angel, and Angel´s assurances that his sexual response was merely a reaction to the bite, to Angel licking the bite to make it heal faster.
"Th–that´s all that happened," he said, slowly moving his arms away from his face and looking into Spike´s demon visage. "I swear."
Spike believed him. The boy wasn´t a good enough liar for his story to be anything but the truth. But he didn´t care. Angelus doesn´t touch what is his!
"If Angelus touches you again," he said slowly, letting the tension build up, "I will kill the little redhead."
Xander´s eyes widened in fear for Willow. Spike smiled to himself. He knew Xander would be more concerned for his friend´s life than for his own.
Xander shook his head frantically. "N–n–no," he said. "Please, don´t kill..."
"You know I will," Spike said. "So tell me what I want to hear."
"He won´t e–ever touch me a–again!" Xander said, his voice breaking with fright.
Without replying, Spike shook his demon visage away, and then lowered his face, covering Xander´s lips with his own. He had an urge to show the boy that Angelus was wrong; that his reaction to Spike wasn´t merely about the blood. When Xander parted his lips, Spike groaned, and deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue into the boy´s mouth.
Xander had been more scared than he could ever remember being when Spike loomed ominously over him in game face, and he babbled, barely remembering how much he´d told the vampire as he tried to find the words that would placate the blond. His tongue had cleaved to the roof of his mouth, however, when Spike threatened to kill Willow.
A mouth that was surprisingly pliant, now that Spike has his tongue inside it, Xander thought madly. The exact opposite of other parts of his body, which were hard, yet just as eager to have the vampire touching them. It´s only the blood, he thought, letting Angel´s words comfort him as he reached for Spike. Somewhere in the back of his mind, though, the knowledge that Spike hadn´t bit him, hadn´t even licked the bite mark, yet, percolated.
Spike pulled away from his lips and moved down his body, nuzzling into his chest, stomach, and finally, his groin. Xander mindlessly bucked his hips, and Spike looked up at him and grinned.
"You want this, don´t you, pet?" he asked, and then sucked on Xander through his pants.
Xander hissed in an attempt to keep from moaning, not wanting to give the vampire the satisfaction of knowing that, yes, he did want this. Although, that had to be obvious, so perhaps he just wanted the satisfaction of not admitting it, he revised, and then moaned loudly as Spike worked the tip of his cock with tongue and teeth.
Suddenly, Spike´s mouth was gone, and before Xander knew what had happened, his arms were above his head and cuffs closed over his wrists, attaching him to the headboard.
"Wh–what´s this?" he asked fearfully, pulling on the handcuffs.
"That´s so you can lie convincingly when you tell Angelus and your little friends that you didn´t want to be here, and that you only let me touch you because you were restrained." He started unbuttoning Xander´s shirt. "That you only came because I sucked your blood." When Xander´s shirt was unbuttoned, Spike lowered his head and began to lave a nipple.
"B–but you...ah, God! You´re not sucking my blood!" Xander cried out as the unfamiliar sensation of having someone suckle his nipple coursed through him, sending little jolts of pleasure down to his groin.
Spike finished licking and nibbling on the hard nub, and then grinned up at Xander. "That´s why it´s going to be a lie, pet," he said, and then shifted his attention to the other nipple while nimble fingers unbuttoned and unzipped Xander´s pants, and slid inside.
Xander wanted to deny what the vampire had said, but he knew it was true. His current reaction to the vampire didn´t have anything to do with Spike eliciting a sexual response by drawing the blood out of his body, but everything to do with the mouth that was working his nipple into a hard peak of nerve endings, and the hand that was stroking him through his boxers.
"Oh–oh, God, Spike!" Xander whimpered as a thumb stroked over the nerves just under the ridge of his cock head.
Spike lifted his head and stared at Xander´s face as he deftly handled his hard prick, drawing all the blood from his brain. "Aren´t you the pretty one?" he purred. "All flushed, and hard, and needy. You want this, don´t you, Xan–n–nder?" he asked, seductively drawing out Xander´s name.
Xander clenched his lips tightly shut and frantically shook his head ´no´. Spike just grinned and slipped his hand beneath Xander´s boxers, closing cool fingers around his hot, aching shaft and pulling on it.
"Don´t want this?" Spike asked as he stroked. "Want me to stop then, do you?" he asked, and let go of Xander.
"No!" Xander gasped, the word involuntarily pulled from him.
Spike grinned at him, and Xander clamped his mouth shut. He couldn´t believe he´d said that! He watched with a combination of horror and growing excitement as Spike pulled his pants and boxers down and tugged them off, leaving him naked except for his socks, and the shirt that lay open.
The vampire discarded his duster, and then knelt between Xander´s legs. Xander´s breath caught as Spike lowered his head, stuck out his tongue, and lapped at the pre–come leaking from the slit at the tip of Xander´s penis. He´d never been touched by anything other than his own hand before, and if the sensation of Spike´s hand on him had elicited an aroused response, the feel of his velvet tongue was positively inflaming.
Spike looked up at Xander without moving his head. "Ever been touched like this?" he asked, and then sucked on the head of Xander´s cock.
Xander was shaking his head ´no´, but didn´t know if he was answering the vampire´s question, or begging him to stop. And then Spike sucked harder, twirling his tongue around the head, and Xander writhed beneath him, his head thrashing on the pillow, and he knew in that moment he never wanted the blond to stop.
Spike let Xander´s penis drop from his mouth. "Tell me you want it," he said, and then licked a swipe up his shaft. "Tell me," he commanded, lowering himself and licking Xander´s ball sac.
Xander gurgled. He´d never realized his balls could be that sensitive. Spike sucked one into his mouth, and Xander yelled, "Yes! I want it, oh, God, I want it..."
Xander´s cock was almost immediately enveloped inside Spike´s mouth. The vampire´s tongue, and the powerful suction he exerted, made short work of any remaining resistance, and Xander melted beneath him. He´d occasionally moan wordlessly, or try to move his hips and pull at the cuffs, but otherwise did nothing to either stop or assist the blond. Xander was soon writhing once more, all of his attention centered on his groin. His balls drew up and...Spike lifted his head again.
Xander cried out in frustration.
"You need this, pet?" Spike asked softly, his voice low and deep, and sending shivers up Xander´s spine. "Tell me how much you need my mouth on you; crave my touch." Spike nuzzled into his groin, sniffing him, and then licked him.
Xander was unable to lie, his body already shouting the answer loud and clear. "Yes," he whimpered.
"Yes, what?" Spike said, blowing on the head of Xander´s penis.
"Gaagh!" Xander yelped. "Yes, I...I need this..."
"Me, pet," Spike said. "You need me."
Tears of mortification and self–revulsion filled Xander´s eyes, and then ran down his face and into his hair. "Yes," he replied softly, tearfully. "I need you."
Spike wrapped his lips around him once more and sucked, moving his mouth up and down his already wet shaft and tonguing him. Xander´s climax built, and his balls tightened. His entire body stiffened as his release surged through him, his cock swelling and then erupting, shooting load after load of fluid into Spike´s mouth as the vampire swallowed around him.
In a sated haze, Xander barely felt Spike clean him off and release him. He observed through bleary eyes as the vampire crawled up his body and straddled his chest, watching avidly as Spike unfastened his belt, and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Xander felt a tingle in his belly when Spike´s hard flesh burst from his jeans.
The vampire fisted himself, stroking lightly, and then shifted so that the head was at Xander´s lips. Spike teasingly dragged it over his lips, leaving behind the sticky evidence of his own arousal.
"Open your mouth, Xander," Spike commanded. "You know you need this."
Xander moaned, and opened his mouth.
