The Offering 5
Spike bit his lip to keep from groaning aloud when Xander parted his lips and he slid his aching erection into the boy´s warm, wet mouth. Xander eagerly sucked on his head, swirling his tongue around it, and then sucked on the shaft as Spike pumped into his mouth, entering him a little more with each thrust.
"That´s my good boy. Suck me, Xander," he said as he brushed a lock of Xander´s hair off his face and wiped a tear away. "Ever done this before?" he asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it.
Xander, unable to actually speak, shook his head ´no´. Spike pursed his lips, grinning inside as he imagined molding the boy, making Xander completely and utterly his. The boy was a gift, after all. An offering from his sire. Wouldn´t do to not accept.
"You´re doing good," he praised. "Do you like sucking my cock?" he asked, moving his hips faster, driving his rod into Xander´s throat until the boy was gagging. Xander´s eyes were wide with fear as he struggled to breathe.
"Breathe through your nose," Spike suggested, not wanting the boy to die on him yet, and continued to thrust into Xander´s mouth, deep into his throat.
"I´ll bet you do like it," Spike purred. "Like the taste and feel of me as I fill your mouth, your throat, don´t you, pet? Gonna want my cock in your mouth all the time now, aren´t you?"
Spike was in bloody Heaven! The boy was a natural at sucking cock, and his mouth was a warm haven. He didn´t want the lovely sensations the boy was causing to stop, but he knew he wouldn´t be able to withstand the pleasure much longer.
"Gonna come, pet," he said softly. "You swallow it all, yeah?"
Spike kept his eyes on Xander´s when his body tensed. His semen gathered in his balls and then filled his cock. He pulsed and twitched, and his orgasm exploded into Xander´s mouth. Spike watched as Xander struggled to swallow all of it, moaning when some escaped the boy´s lips and dribbled down his chin. That was him, his essence, filling Xander, becoming part of him.
When he was spent, he instructed Xander to clean him off, and then carefully withdrew. He laid down beside Xander, not bothering to tuck himself back in, and licked the come off the boy´s chin. Kissing Xander, he shared the fluid with him, and tasted himself in Xander´s mouth.
"That´s me," he whispered when he pulled away. "Inside you. I´m part of you now, pet, and you´ll never be rid of me."
Spike kissed a silently crying Xander again, and then uncuffed one wrist and pulled his arms down, re–cuffing his wrists when they were lying between them.
"Stay here and get some rest," he said, and watched over his pet as the snuffling boy fell into a restless slumber.
He´d never had anyone that was his, and Spike was surprised at how much he wanted the boy. Dru didn´t count. They´d been together for over one hundred years, but she wasn´t his. She belonged to Angelus, and always would, despite the fact that the vampire no longer had any interest in her. What had begun as revenge against Angelus´ lies had turned into something much different. Perhaps he´d have to find a way to thank the other vampire, he thought with an evil grin.
*** When Xander woke, the sky was still dark, but he could tell that dawn was nearing. For a moment he couldn´t remember where he was, and then the memories came rushing back. Spike capturing him and taking him to the mansion, him spilling everything about Angel, Spike sucking him and making him come, and then Xander taking the vampire into his mouth...
He finally realized what had awakened him. Spike was nuzzling at his neck, licking and sucking on the bite, and Xander had grown hard. He shivered as the rasp of Spike´s tongue sent a bolt of desire straight to his groin.
"Awake now, are we?" Spike asked against his neck, and Xander couldn´t repress another shiver. "Good," he purred. "Wouldn´t want you to miss the main event."
Spike morphed, and Xander felt the ridges against his neck just before he felt the vampire´s fangs enter him. He moaned in pain at the initial bite, and then arousal when Spike started to suck, drawing his blood out. Xander reached up and grasped Spike´s hips as the vampire undulated against him, rocking his own hips into the blond´s.
Too soon he was tensing, arching, his release rushing through his body and exploding out of him to coat his chest and stomach with the warm, sticky fluid. Spike tore his fangs out of Xander´s neck and, with a roar, reached climax, his own juices joining Xander´s.
After a few moments to recover, Spike pulled away from Xander and cleaned himself up. He silently tucked himself back into his jeans, and then got his duster, shoving the cuffs into the pocket. That´s when Xander realized he hadn´t been cuffed when he woke. He´d have blushed at his response to the vampire, but figured his blood was still pooled in his groin.
"Get dressed, pet," Spike said. "Gotta get you home before the sun comes up."
Xander cleaned himself up as best he could, and then got dressed. Without another word, Spike put his duster on and then led Xander out of the mansion. The drive was quiet, Xander too confused and disconcerted by his response to the vampire to speak. Xander didn´t question where Spike was taking him, but wasn´t surprised when he pulled onto Willow´s street.
"When I stop, you get out quick, now," Spike told him. "Don´t want the Slayer catching me. And if you don´t move fast enough, I´ll just have to take you with me when I leave," he threatened, which made Xander´s heart start galloping painfully in his chest.
Spike pulled up to the curb, and Xander got out of the car as quickly as he could.
"See you soon, pet," Spike said, and then peeled away before Xander could shut the door. He watched as the door swung shut, and then turned to see Buffy racing down the sidewalk towards him, with Willow right behind her.
"Xander! Are you all right?" Buffy cried as she grabbed him into her arms.
Moments later, Willow was there, adding her arms to Buffy´s, and Xander was caught up in a three–way hug.
"We were so worried!" Willow said.
"Sorry, Will," Xander replied, as if he could have helped it. "I´m fine," he answered Buffy, "just..."
Buffy pulled away and looked at his neck, her face hardening when she saw the fresh bite. "That bastard!" she hissed. "I´m going to kill him, Xander, I promise," she said, and her eyes filled with tears.
"I know, Buff," Xander said. "It´s not your fault."
"I´m supposed to be able to protect you!" she insisted.
Xander suddenly sagged in their arms.
"Let´s get him inside," Willow ordered, and the two girls practically carried him into the house.
"You must be tired, Xan," Buffy said as she closed and locked the front door behind them.
"Yeah, I am, kinda," Xander replied. "And I´d like to take a shower," he added, unable to resist glancing quickly into Willow´s face.
She gave him a sad smile, her eyes all big and wise. "You know where the bathroom is. Go right ahead, Xander," she said softly.
Xander left them standing in the foyer, hearing Buffy´s whispered, "I need to call Angel and let him know Xander´s back," and went to the bathroom to shower. He scoured his body, scrubbing his flaccid penis until it was tender to the touch, and then soaping his mouth. Lastly, he carefully cleaned the bite, trying not to touch it enough to make himself erect. When he was finished, he went to Willow´s room, where she and Buffy were sitting on the bed, talking.
"I´m going to lay down for a bit," he said. "Wake me for school, okay?"
"Get some rest, Xan," Willow said, standing to give him another hug.
"Maybe you should stay home today," Buffy suggested.
"No," Xander said, shaking his head. "I know it´s daylight, but...I don´t want to be alone."
*** After classes, Xander nervously reported to the library. Buffy and Willow were already there, sitting around the table. They stopped talking when Xander walked in, and both smiled at him.
"Hey," Xander said with a wave, attempting to act normally.
"Hey, Xan!" Willow chirped cheerfully, falling in with his act.
"Hey, Xander," Buffy said as she absently continued to carve the stake she held.
"Oh, Xander," Giles said when he stepped out of the stacks and saw Xander. "Good, you´re here. Could I see you in my office, please?" he asked, and then walked into that room.
Xander looked at Buffy and Willow, who both shrugged. Xander swallowed hard as he set his bag on the table, and then followed Giles. He hadn´t thought to ask Buffy if the other man knew about last night, and so wasn´t sure what to expect when he entered the office.
Giles was sitting at his desk, fiddling with a pen. He looked up at Xander when he stepped into the room. "Close the door, please," he requested.
Xander shut the door, and when he turned back, Giles had risen to his feet. There were tears in his eyes and he pulled Xander into his arms, holding him tightly. "Oh, Xander," he said brokenly.
"I guess you heard about last night," Xander said, his tone light as he tried to defuse the emotionally charged atmosphere.
"No jokes," Giles said gruffly, shaking him a little. "Just let me hold you to assure myself you´re really still alive."
Xander lifted his arms and embraced Giles, and then slowly allowed himself to relax.
"I don´t know what I would have done...," Giles managed to get out before he had to stop speaking.
Xander began to cry. It had been so long since his parents had held him like this, cared enough to worry whether he was alive. The hug, combined with his conflicted feelings about Spike, was too much. Giles held him while he sobbed, pressing Xander´s head onto his shoulder and whispering soothing words of comfort.
They stayed in Giles´ office until Xander had cried himself out, and both of them had recovered enough to face the others. Both of their faces were mottled, their eyes red–rimmed and bloodshot. Giles opened the office door and, with a deep breath, led Xander back into the library. Over Giles´ shoulder, Xander saw that both girls were staring in shock at Giles´ condition.
"Giles, are you...?" Buffy began.
"I´m fine," Giles said, his British reserve losing something in the stiff–upper–lip department when he sniffled.
Xander didn´t speak as he took a seat across from Willow and Buffy at the table. Both girls turned their gazes on him almost simultaneously, and he felt them like a weight. "Uh, me, too," he said uncertainly.
Buffy´s eyes darted to the side, and that´s when Xander noticed that Angel was also there. The dark vampire was leaning against a book shelf, and his all–black look made him fade into the shadows. Xander started, and then guiltily looked away from him. He tuned back into the conversation around him to hear, "...maybe we should get Xander out of town."
"Hey, what?" he asked.
"It´s not safe here for you, Xander," Giles went on. "Perhaps we should find somewhere safe for you until we...until Spike is no longer a concern."
"I–I don´t want to leave," Xander said. "What if I´m not any safer there? What if Spike knows? What if..."
"Xander...," Angel began placatingly as he moved closer to the table.
"D–don´t touch me," Xander said, pulling his arm in a little.
"Xander," Angel said with a frown of confusion. "I´m not going to hurt you." "I know," Xander said. "J–j–just don´t touch me, all right?" "Xander, what´s wrong?" Angel asked, his eyes narrowing as he reached out for Xander´s arm.
Xander freaked. He pulled his arm back and stood up quickly, shoving the chair back with his legs, and then teetered as he lost his balance.
"Xander!" Willow cried.
Angel grabbed for him, but Xander overreacted and reared back, becoming further unbalanced. He tried to catch himself, but tripped over the chair and landed hard, sprawled out on the chair that he had tipped over in his attempt to elude Angel´s touch. Angel moved towards him, and Xander painfully and frantically crab–crawled away from him. Buffy stood and quickly moved around the table, halting Angel´s movement.
"It´s all right, Xander," she said, and then went to help him up.
"Ow," he said, studiously not looking at Angel. "That´s gonna bruise," he added.
"Xander, what´s wrong?" Giles asked worriedly.
"I´m sorry," Xander said, fighting back the tears. "I didn´t mean..." He looked at Angel, and then away. "He said..."
"Who said?" Buffy asked. "Spike?"
"Yes," Xander said. "Spike said... He knew, about the...," he paused, realizing to say anything more would let Giles know about the second bite. "...and he said if you touched me again, he–he´d k–kill..."
"You?" Angel asked. "He said he´d kill you?"
"N–no," Xander said, hiccoughing as he tried not to cry again, and then failed. "He said he´d k–kill Willow."
The room was silent as that sunk in, and then everyone spoke at once.
"M–m–me?" Willow squeaked.
"That...that...*vampire*!" Buffy growled. "I am going to find him and I am going to stake him *so* much!"
"That´s all right, Xander," Angel said softly, accepting his apology.
"Oh, dear, Lord," Giles muttered.
*** The next couple days were quiet. Buffy and Angel finally found Spike´s lair at the old factory, but he had already moved on, which meant they had to backtrack and search everything *again*, in case he moved into one of the abandoned buildings they´d already inspected. Xander told them about the mansion Spike had taken him to, but was too frazzled from the drive there and back to remember exactly where it was.
Late Sunday night, there was a knock at Willow´s front door. Thinking that Buffy, who had just left, might have forgotten something, Willow climbed to her feet, leaving Xander alone on the couch where the two of them had been snuggled beneath a blanket watching an old black–and–white movie on AMC.
Xander listened to her socked feet scurry across the wooden floor. "What did you forg–," she broke off. "Spike!" she squeaked.
"Where´s Xander?" Spike´s voice was amiable.
Xander bolted off the couch and raced for the door. He grabbed Willow´s arm and pushed her behind him, and then stood shaking as he confronted the blond vampire.
"Spike!" he said. "Wh–what do you want?"
Spike was leaning casually against the doorframe, the fingers of both hands tucked into his pockets.
"Miss me, pet?" he drawled.
"No!" Xander yelled. "What do you *want*?" he repeated.
Spike looked him over. "Think you know what I want, Xander," he said, a steely glint in his eyes.
"Go away, Spike!" Willow yelled from behind Xander, standing on her tiptoes so she could see over his shoulder. "You can´t get in here, anyway!"
"Don´t need to come in," Spike said. "Xander´s comin´ out."
"No, he´s not!" Willow said determinedly.
"N–no, I´m not," Xander agreed, though not quite as forcefully. "Go away, Spike."
Spike ran his eyes over Xander´s body, slowly, as if he was taking inventory. Xander was mortified to realize that he had gotten hard.
"I´m going to call Buffy!" Willow exclaimed as she slid over to the phone and held it up triumphantly.
Spike ignored her, and kept his eyes on Xander. "The Slayer just left, so it´ll be awhile before you can reach her," he said. "I´ll be long gone before she gets back here, and you know what´s going to happen if you don´t come out."
Xander blanched.
"Yeah," Spike said with a satisfied smirk. "I see you do remember. But I won´t just kill her, pet. I´ll hurt her bad before I tear out her throat," he promised.
"No," Xander whimpered.
"Don´t listen to him, Xander!" Willow cried, dropping the phone and grabbing his arm. "We´re safe in here. And Buffy will kill him before he can do anything to either one of us. We have to trust her!"
Xander stood frozen to the spot.
"You think she´s right, pet?" Spike asked conversationally. "Think the Slayer can get to me before I get to you, or her?" He let his eyes drop to Willow´s slight frame. "How much are you willing to bet?"
And then he turned and jumped off the porch, and sauntered across the lawn.
Xander turned to look at Willow, who was staring back at him with big green eyes. "I can´t chance it," he said sadly, his voice quavering with fear. "You stay here. Whatever happens, don´t go outside."
"No, Xander!"
Xander pulled his arm out of Willow´s grasp and stepped outside the safety of the invisible barrier.
