The Offering 6
"S–Spike," Xander called hesitantly. "Spike, wait!"
Spike stopped walking, and Xander moved down the steps towards him with feet made of lead. When he reached the sidewalk, Spike turned around and glared at him. Xander kept walking until he reached the blond vampire.
"Wh–where are we going?" he asked, resigned.
Spike tilted his head consideringly, and then said, "Get on your knees, Xander."
Xander dropped to his knees, his whole body trembling with fear. "I´m sorry, Spike," he said. "Please, don´t hurt Willow."
Spike ignored his entreaty. "Undo my pants and take me out, pet."
"Wh–what?" Xander yelped. Spike couldn´t be serious! he thought.
Spike´s eyes narrowed. "You heard me, and I don´t like repeating myself, so do it."
"Please, Spike, not in front of Willow," Xander begged with tears of humiliation building in his eyes, but to no avail.
"You disobeyed me, pet," Spike said. "You´ll learn not to do that in the future."
Spike stood silently staring down at him, but Xander couldn´t make his hands move to do as he´d been bid. He just couldn´t do that. Not in front of Willow! The vampire slowly raised his head and looked at Willow, standing behind Xander in the open doorway.
"She looks like she´d make a right tasty treat," he drawled. "Wonder if she´ll scream when I..."
Spike stopped speaking when Xander undid his belt, but didn´t take his eyes off Willow. He wasn´t sure which he´d enjoy more, the beaten look he´d see on Xander´s face, or the horrified expression he was going to see on Willow´s when she realized what Xander was doing for her.
When his jeans were open, his hard cock jutting in front of Xander´s face, Spike said, "Now, suck me. And make it good, pet."
"Spike, please...," Xander tried again.
Spike narrowed his eyes as he looked down at Xander, and his lips thinned into an angry line. "Suck me, Xander, or spend the rest of the night saying goodbye to the redhead, because one morning you´re going to find pieces of her on your doorstep."
With a moan of fear, Xander parted his lips and took Spike into his warm mouth. Spike moaned, too, but for an entirely different reason. Cor, he loved the feel of Xander´s mouth! This could get addicting. He raised his eyes from the top of Xander´s head and stared into Willow´s eyes. She looked as horrified as he´d imagined she would, and it filled him with delight.
Blue eyes locked on green as he reached down and buried his fingers in Xander´s hair, and began to slowly undulate his hips, sliding his cock in and out of Xander´s mouth while the boy sucked on him. Seeing the helpless tear run down Willow´s cheek made him frantic, and he began to thrust into the boy´s mouth, driving his cock down his throat with savage abandon.
All too soon it was over, and he was coming, filling Xander´s mouth as the boy swallowed everything he had to offer. When he was finished, he forced Xander to put him back into his jeans, and then lifted the boy to his feet.
"Now it´s your turn, pet," Spike said with a feral grin, and then morphed.
Xander whimpered, and over the scent of his fear, Spike got a whiff of arousal. He looked at Willow and licked his lips, and the girl visibly paled, her entire body shaking. Spike lowered his head to Xander´s neck, and took his time licking him, preparing him for the bite. When he placed his fangs against Xander´s skin, the boy trembled, and moaned deep in his throat.
Too excited to tease him any longer, Spike bit down hard. Xander cried out in pain, and then made little whimpering noises as Spike drank. Spike felt the boy´s body tense, and then shudder. Xander cried out as he climaxed, and Spike continued to drink the boy´s blood, which now contained traces of his desire.
Sated, Spike withdrew his fangs from Xander´s neck. Still staring at Willow, he licked the boy´s blood off his lips, and then off Xander´s neck, because there was no sense in wasting the ambrosia–like fluid. He let go of Xander and stepped back, looking into lust–glazed eyes.
"Was it good for you?" he whispered meanly, and then watched as Xander´s legs gave out and the boy sank to his knees.
With a ´Swish!´ of his duster, Spike turned on his heels and strode away, not looking back.
Xander didn´t move after Spike walked away. He couldn´t. His muscles wouldn´t work, and he was too embarrassed to face Willow after what he had just done.
"Xander!" He heard his name called as if from a long distance. "Xander, please, are you all right? Did he take too much blood? Xander, answer me! Do we need to go to the hospital?" Willow´s voice finally penetrated the fog clouding his mind, and he could feel her hands on him.
"No," Xander whimpered, pulling away from her. He couldn´t bear to have her see him, touch him. He was dirty, unclean, impure. "I wish he´d just kill me," he said, defeated.
"Don´t you say that!" Willow yelled, and then slapped him. "Snap out of it! We need to get you inside. Come on," she said as she tried to pull Xander to his feet. "You´ve got to help me out a little bit, here."
Xander climbed weakly to his feet and leaned on Willow as she led him into the house. When she let go of him to close the door, he fell to his knees once more, covered his face with his hands, and sobbed. Willow was immediately there, all around him. Her scent, her voice, her touch.
"It´s all right," she whispered tearfully as she held him, stroking him and kissing him. "It´ll be all right. I love you, Xander. I´m so sorry you had to do that for me, but I love you. I´ll always love you. You´re my best friend, Xander."
That´s how Buffy found them the next morning when she stopped by to get them for school. She opened the door and almost tripped over them.
"Willow, what the...," she began, and then stopped when she saw Willow´s haggard appearance. "Will–Willow, what happened?" she asked, kneeling beside them and reaching out to touch them both.
Xander whimpered pitifully at her touch.
"Spike was here last night," Willow replied, her voice raspy from tears.
Buffy gently turned Xander´s head and examined the fresh bite. Her lips tightened, but she said nothing. Taking a deep breath, she turned to Willow. "What happened?" she whispered. "How did Spike get to him?"
"Through me," Willow said, and fresh tears ran down her face. "Spike c–came right to the door and threatened to kill me if Xander didn´t go outside."
"Oh, Willow, he didn´t...," Buffy started to say reprovingly.
"He did it for me," Willow said, the depth of her pain obvious in her face and voice. "He let Spike...bite him...to save me."
Buffy stood and picked up the telephone. She dialed, and then placed the receiver to her ear. "Hello, Giles," she said after a few moments of silence. "You need to come to Willow´s."
Xander listened to everything that was going on around him, but didn´t feel connected to any of it. The girls fussed over him until Giles arrived, talking to each other in hushed tones. When Giles showed up, he took one look at Xander and turned to Buffy.
"Help me get him to his feet. He needs a shower, and then sleep," he commanded.
Buffy helped Giles get Xander upstairs, and then left the two of them alone so Giles could undress Xander and get him into the shower.
"Come, Xander, let´s get you undressed," he said gently, and then began to remove Xander´s clothes.
Xander came around enough to realize that Giles was going to see the proof of his perversion. He turned away from the other man before Giles could remove his boxers, but he just turned him back around. "It´s all right, Xander," he said soothingly. "I´m fully aware of the effect of a vampire bite."
"Oh, God," Xander whispered hoarsely, speaking the first words since he´d entered the house after Spike left. He lowered his head and began to cry, and Giles took him in his arms. Xander tried to pull away, but Giles wouldn´t let him. "You shouldn´t touch me," he said. "I´m disgusting."
"Nonsense," Giles said matter–of–factly. "You´re Xander, and a perfectly nice boy. What Spike does to you is not your fault. Now, come, get into the shower so you can clean up. You´ll feel better afterwards, I promise. And then you need some sleep."
"He won´t stop coming, Giles," Xander said sadly. "I think he´s trying to drive me insane. I...," he hesitated, and then looked down at the floor. "I wanted him to kill me last night. I don´t like feeling so dirty."
Giles lifted Xander´s face. "You are not dirty," he said.
"I...I like it," Xander said. "When he bites me...I like it."
"Spike could make anyone like it, Xander. He could make me, or even Buffy, enjoy it, if he wanted to. It´s not a reflection on you..."
Xander gave a little laugh. "That´s what Angel said." Giles cocked his head questioningly. "He, uh, he knew that..."
"Ah, yes," Giles said. "He would."
"Giles?"
"Yes, Xander?" Giles asked softly.
"I dream about it sometimes," Xander admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
Giles took him by the shoulders. "Xander, have you ever had a sexual relationship with anyone?" he asked.
"Besides my hand?" Xander asked, and then blushed and just shook his head ´no´.
"You´re young, and Spike has touched you... Mmm, perhaps a bad choice of words. Spike has made you feel things you´ve never felt before. It´s only natural that you´d want to experience that pleasure again, and since you´ve only ever experienced it from this one source, that is what your subconscious is going to remember. Dreams, fantasies, those aren´t bad things, Xander. You must not condemn yourself because of what Spike has done. You, Alexander Lavelle Harris, are a wonderful young man, and that hasn´t changed."
Xander stared at Giles tearfully. "Really?" he asked.
Giles ruffled his hair. "Really," he replied. "Now, get into the shower and clean up. And then it´s bed for you."
"I´m kinda...starting to feel a little bit hungry," Xander said when his stomach growled.
Giles smiled at him. "I´m actually very relieved to hear that," he said. "But no Twinkies™ for breakfast."
Xander pouted, and then climbed into the shower, feeling better about himself than he had in weeks.
Giles gave Xander a sleeping pill after breakfast, and he and Willow both stayed out of school that day. Xander had been more than a little bit embarrassed when he actually looked at her for the first time after she saw him suck Spike off. He could tell by her smile, and the way she took his hand and hugged him, snuggling under his arm, that would remain a secret between the two of them.
That night, Giles took them both to his apartment. Space was limited, but Xander took the hard couch while Willow slept on an air mattress on the floor. Knowing that Spike wouldn´t be able to find him there, Xander slept better than he could remember ever sleeping.
A couple days later, at lunchtime on Thursday, Xander was in the library with Giles and Willow. Xander was doodling in his notebook, pretending to do homework while Willow actually *did* do homework. Willow suddenly looked at her watch and then slammed her book shut, startling Xander.
"Shoot! I was supposed to meet with Mr. Henderson to discuss my book report!" she said, packing up her books. "I´ll see you in class, ´kay?"
"Okay," Xander said.
After she left, Xander was even more bored. He continued doodling, ripping the page out and scrunching it into a ball when he realized he´d been writing Spike´s name. He watched Giles go through the returned books until the phone rang, and the other man moved into his office to answer it. Xander was looking around the familiar room, wishing he had something to do, when he heard a noise in the back.
"Angel?" he called out softly. There was no answer. "Angel, is that you?"
He got up to investigate, moving back into the stacks. There was no one there. He turned around to go back to the table, and nearly ran into Spike. Before he could cry out, Spike covered Xander´s mouth with his hand and forced him to the back of the stacks.
Pressing him against the wall, Spike leaned into him. "Miss me, pet?" he purred.
Xander´s eyes were wide with terror. How did Spike get into the library? What was he going to do? Would he kill Xander now, and then Giles? His thoughts skittered across his mind in a panicked jumble. He tried to scream, but Spike´s hand muffled it.
"Now, now, none of that, pet," Spike said, and quickly replaced his hand with his mouth.
Spike ran his tongue over Xander´s lips, but he slammed them shut so Spike couldn´t enter. He cried out in pain when Spike pinched his nipple, and the vampire wasted no time slipping his tongue into Xander´s mouth. Xander began to struggle, pushing at Spike´s arms and shoulders with his hands, and kicking out at his ankles.
Without lifting his lips, Spike used his knees to spread Xander´s thrashing legs, and pressed their groins tightly together. Xander, despite every intention not to, moaned into Spike´s mouth at the contact. He slowly relaxed into the kiss, allowing Spike to deepen it, even as he continued to try and push the vampire away, until even that token resistence evaporated.
Xander´s arms went around the vampire´s shoulders, and slid down his back. Cupping his ass, Xander pulled Spike into him as he moved his hips against the blond´s. He ground his groin into Spike´s as his tongue delved into the vampire´s mouth. Spike pulled back and lowered his head to Xander´s neck, sniffing.
Xander groaned, and his hips urgently undulated against Spike´s when he heard the vampire sniffing his neck, and felt the tickling touch of his nose. He waited anxiously for the bite, which never came. Spike moved his lips to Xander´s ear, and whispered, "You´re such a good boy, Xander. Are you going to come for me? You want to, don´t you, pet?" he purred.
"Oh, God! Oh, God, Spike," Xander whimpered.
"Yeah, I know you do," Spike continued in that same silky tone. He blew on the bite mark, and Xander began to pant and moan. "Come for me, Xander," Spike whispered.
Xander lowered his head and bit down on Spike´s leather jacket to muffle the noises he couldn´t help making as his body stiffened, and then shuddered with his release.
"Mmm, good, puppy," Spike purred, and then gently disentangled himself from Xander and disappeared into the dark.
Xander´s body was still trembling, and his legs were too weak to support himself. They collapsed, and he slid down the wall, landing in a heap. When he recovered from his orgasm, the shock of everything that had just happened hit him.
Spike had been in the library! He´d made Xander come, though if Xander was honest with himself, Spike hadn´t *made* him do anything. Xander hadn´t exactly fought the vampire off ´til the bitter end, nor had he been passive during their encounter, but rather an active participant in his own downfall. He felt a fresh wave of disgust at himself when he remembered how he´d tilted his head in invitation, practically begging Spike to bite him.
Xander pushed himself to his feet and checked to make sure there wasn´t a large wet stain on his pants. Thankfully, there wasn´t, yet. He staggered out of the stacks and over to the table, glad Giles was still in his office. Packing up his books, Xander hurried to the boy´s room so he could clean up.
It wasn´t until he was sitting in class, his shirt covering the small wet spot that had formed before he got to the boy´s room, that he realized Spike hadn´t bitten him. He wondered why the vampire had sought him out if not to take his blood? Upon further reflection of their encounter, he recalled that Spike hadn´t come, either, but had left right after Xander´s orgasm. Now, he was more confused than ever.
Once he was in the sewer beneath the school, Spike forced himself to run. He had to get as far away from Xander as he could before the urge to bite the boy overpowered his reasoning. When he had put enough distance between them, Spike stopped running and, in the dark, dank sewer, pulled his aching erection out and stroked himself to orgasm while he relived their rendezvous.
He remembered how Xander had looked when he first came upon him–surprised and fearful. How the boy had struggled against him, right up until the point he´d opened himself up, allowing Spike into his mouth as he wrapped himself around the vampire, straining eagerly against him. How he had sounded at the end–moaning and whimpering until he found release. At the memory of the boy tilting his head just that little bit, encouraging Spike to bite him, Spike came.
He cleaned himself up, and then sauntered on his way. Spike was very pleased with the way things had happened. The extent of his own need had been a little bit of a surprise, but the boy´s need had been every bit as much as he´d hoped. Yeah, the boy wouldn´t be able to hold out for long, he thought, grinning.
Spike had been in a rage when he found out Xander was no longer at the redhead´s. He´d tried to find out where he was staying, but the boy´s only other friend was the Slayer, and he hadn´t been spotted there, or at his own house. Since they used the school for their meetings, Spike figured there had to be some way for Angelus to get in and out without having to deal with sunlight.
He broke into the City Office Building and took a look at the sewer plans and the blueprints for the high school, which were also on file there. The fact that he´d found the boy in the library on his first foray, and that he´d been foolish enough to let himself be caught alone with Spike, was just...neat!
The way the boy had invited him to bite him revealed that he was closer than Spike had anticipated. Now that he was assured of victory, he could afford to wait them out. It wouldn´t be long before Xander came to him, and begged Spike to bite him.
