The Offering 7
Xander and Willow spent the next four nights at Giles´ apartment. After no sightings of Spike in over a week, nor attempts to contact Xander–since there was no way Xander was admitting to their secret liaison in the library–Giles agreed that it was probably safe for he and Willow to return to her parents´ house. Monday night, after research in the library, Giles dropped them off and made sure they were both safely inside the house before he drove away. The two of them drank hot chocolate over homework, and then went to bed. Xander couldn´t sleep. He´d been carrying around a boatload of guilt for the last four days, and it continued to eat at him. He hated that he hadn´t told Giles the truth about Spike showing up at the library. Now that he knew Spike could get in at any time, it wasn´t the safe haven it had once been, and he worried how Spike might use his knowledge of the access tunnel.
Worse than that, though, was his reaction to the vampire, and the fact that he couldn´t stop thinking about him–about touching him, and being touched in return. Xander was less wigged about the fact that it was naughty–guy touching than the fact that his ´guy´ was a vampire. A vampire Xander wanted to bite him again.
And there was the crux of the matter! He just couldn´t figure out why Spike hadn´t bitten him in the library. What game was he playing? Xander wondered, as he stood looking out the window of the guest room he was using. He used to sleep with Willow when he spent the night, but he figured they´d probably outgrown that.
A flash of movement caught his eye, and he stared intently out the window. A couple moments later he saw a flicker of light, which flared up and then died down, only to do the same thing a few moments later. Finally, Xander realized he was seeing someone smoke a cigarette. Who would be out in the dark–? A figure stepped out of the shadows, and the moonlight glinted off Spike´s blond head as he looked up at Xander´s window.
Xander´s breath caught. How did Spike know they were back? How did he know this was Xander´s room? He swayed, and felt himself leaning against the window, as if he were trying to get closer to the vampire outside. Xander took a deep breath and pushed himself away from the window, stepping back into the shadows of the room.
He continued to peek out the window and saw Spike put his cigarette out and walk away, towards the front of the house. Xander waited, but there were no noises, and no further sightings of the vampire. Needing to know what Spike was doing–whether he had left, Xander slipped a pair of sweat pants over his boxers and tiptoed down the hall and staircase. He peered out the front window in the living room, but saw nothing.
Continuing to move stealthily, Xander moved to the front door, unlocked it, and pulled it open. He looked out, and then took a hesitant step outside.
"Wondered if you were going to show up," Spike said from where he was standing at the side of the porch, leaning against the railing.
Xander jumped and clutched at his racing heart. "Don´t *do* that!" he hissed.
"Couldn´t sleep?" Spike asked solicitously.
Xander wasn´t sure whether answering that question would be incriminating or not, so he remained silent. Spike turned around and pressed his body against the porch, laying his arms along the railing.
"Thinking about me?" he asked enticingly, tilting his head just a little, letting his tongue peek out from between sneering lips.
"No!" Xander immediately lied, and Spike laughed at him, a sound low and deep that went straight to Xander´s groin.
"You shouldn´t lie, pup. It´s not nice," Spike said with a tantalizing move of his hips.
"What are you doing here?" Xander asked angrily, keeping his voice down so he wouldn´t wake Willow.
"The question is," Spike said, "what are you doing here?"
"I´m staying with Willow," Xander replied, confused.
"No, pup," Spike said. "What are you doing *out* here?" he clarified.
Xander froze. What *was* he doing out here? Why hadn´t he ignored Spike´s presence and gone back to bed?
"You did miss me, didn´t you, pup?" Spike asked, his voice hypnotic, seductive.
Xander shook his head ´no´, too bewildered to make his tongue work.
"Mmm, yeah," Spike went on. "You miss my touch, like the things we do together, don´t you?" he teased. "You wanna touch me again. Come here, Xan–n–nder," he drawled, his hips moving in small motions that made it look like he was humping the side of the porch. "I know you´re hard for me, pup, I can smell it. I´m hard for you, too..."
As if in a dream, Xander walked down the porch steps and across the lawn to where Spike was still leaning into the porch. He knew it was wrong, that he should just go back into the house and forget Spike was out here, but he couldn´t. There was something calling to him, tugging at him, and he *needed* to go to the vampire.
He stepped up behind Spike and wrapped his arms around him. "If I had a stake," Xander whispered into Spike´s neck as his hand formed a fist over the vampire´s heart. "I could kill you right now."
Spike didn´t reply, just rubbed his ass against Xander´s groin, and Xander moaned. The vampire turned around in his arms and looked up into his eyes.
"Think so, pup?" he asked, moving his hips just enough to cause a light friction as his erection rubbed over Xander´s. "I know where there´s a stake you can have," he added suggestively.
"All my problems would be over," Xander continued, as if he hadn´t heard Spike´s comment.
"I´m not your problem, Xander," Spike said softly, leaning forward as if sharing a secret. "I´m the answer. Freedom. Release. I can make you feel so–o–o–o good," he purred, pressing his groin more firmly into Xander´s, his arms still along the porch railing while Xander´s hands moved over his chest and stomach, exploring him.
Xander tried to think. This was wrong! It was wrong because... Because... God, Spike´s lips looked so inviting! He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Spike´s, and they parted for him, allowing him entry. He kissed Spike while his hands snaked beneath the blond´s t–shirt, moaning when his fingers came into contact with the cool flesh.
He pulled back and stared into Spike´s eyes, then slowly sank to his knees. Spike smiled.
"Good pup," he whispered.
"Why do you keep calling me that?" Xander asked as he unbuckled Spike´s belt.
"Because you have such pretty brown puppy–eyes," Spike said, brushing Xander´s hair off his forehead, touching him for the first time, unable to resist the allure of those eyes.
It seemed to take forever for Xander to get him out and hold him in his warm hands, and then take him into his warm, wet mouth. Spike couldn´t hold back the moan when Xander began to suck.
"Open your eyes and look at me," Spike commanded. Xander did as he bid, and the sight of the boy looking up at him, lips wrapped around Spike´s rod as it slid in and out of his mouth, was nearly enough to make him come right then. But it wasn´t time, yet, so he forced it back.
He placed his thumb lightly over the bite on the left side of Xander´s neck, and gently rubbed it. The result was electric–Xander groaned around him and his body shuddered at the contact. Spike did it again, and again, and each time he smelled a fresh wave of arousal from the boy. Which was good, because he didn´t think he´d be able to take much more–Xander´s sucking combined with the vibration of his groans were going to set him off soon.
Before long, Spike buried his other hand in Xander´s hair and stared into the boy´s brown eyes as he came in a rush of fluid that the boy eagerly swallowed. Spike let Xander clean him off, and then pulled out of his mouth. His eyes still locked on Xander´s, he rubbed the bite once, twice more, and watched as Xander´s mouth opened in a silent scream, his body shuddering as he came without having been touched.
"Aren´t you my precious boy?" Spike whispered longingly.
While Xander recovered, he tucked himself back in and did up his jeans, then pulled the boy to his feet and propelled him towards the porch steps. "Get inside," he said, and Xander blindly followed his orders, his legs almost too weak to carry him.
Spike watched the boy enter the house and close the door behind him–it wouldn´t do to have some other vamp get a hold of him–and then turned away with a smile. Yeah, the boy was coming along nicely.
Xander stood inside the front door, shaking like a leaf. He couldn´t believe what had just happened. Another encounter with Spike–one that Xander himself had initiated! Spike hadn´t coerced him, either with threats against Willow or physical force, yet he had not only stepped outside the safety of the house and engaged in a conversation with the vampire, he´d actually been the one to commence with the naughty touching they´d indulged in!
Unbidden, he´d dropped to his knees and freed Spike so he could take the vampire into his mouth. The only time Spike had touched him, Xander recalled, was to rub the bite mark on his neck, though that simple touch had been enough to make him come. What was happening to him? he wondered. And why had Spike refrained from biting him, yet again?
Xander suddenly became uncomfortably aware of the cooling fluid on his stomach. He locked the door and moved as silently as he could up the staircase. He stopped at Willow´s room, opened the door, and peeked in. She was lying in bed, sound asleep. Xander breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully closed the door. Before returning to his room, he stopped in the bathroom to clean himself off.
Another week went by with no contact from Spike, and Xander was getting twitchy. What was the vampire up to? he wondered. Why hadn´t he shown up again? But the big question was, why did Xander care? Tuesday evening in the library, Buffy finally called him on his odd behavior.
She frowned at him. "Xander, are you all right?"
Xander looked up from where he was nervously shredding a piece of paper. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I´m all right," he said.
"Are you sure?" she prodded. "You seem kinda...edgy."
"Yeah, Buff," he said, trying to smile. "I´m sure."
"Spike hasn´t come around, has he? He hasn´t bitten you again?" she asked worriedly, glancing at the healed bite on his neck.
"No!" Xander snarled in disgust.
Buffy gave him a weird look.
Xander laughed uneasily. "Stupid vampire," he said. "Big loser," he muttered under his breath after Buffy reluctantly turned her attention back to the book she was supposed to be reading.
The next day, Xander cut out after classes were over, telling Buffy and Willow he´d be back before sundown to help them research, and leaving before they could say anything to stop him. He snuck home and got his bicycle out, and then rode around Sunnydale, looking for an abandoned mansion. On Thursday, Xander visited the public library and looked through the old issues of The Sunnydale Times on microfiche.
Unable to find what he wanted, he sighed in defeat. One of the librarians asked if she could help, and Xander told her that he´d heard about an abandoned mansion, but wasn´t having any luck locating it. His luck changed–the librarian drove past the mansion on her way to work everyday, and happily gave Xander the address and directions. He pocketed the slip of paper, and headed back to the school for research, and the grilling he´d get for leaving without telling anyone.
On Friday, Xander rode past the mansion, but since it was daylight there was no activity to tell him whether Spike was staying there. He was too afraid to cycle up the driveway to see if his car was parked in the back. Saturday morning, Buffy and Willow went to the mall. The two girls had been loathe to leave him alone, but Xander convinced them that too much togetherness was a bad thing, and reminded them that it was daylight out, so Spike wouldn´t be coming after him.
"Besides," he added morosely. "He seems to have lost interest."
"That´s great, Xander!" Willow said, smiling.
"Yeah," Xander agreed with a forced smile in return. "Swell."
After they left, Xander puttered around the house–from the kitchen, where he made something to eat, to the living room, where he tried to watch television, to the dining room, where he attempted to do homework. Nothing held his attention for long. Finally he gave up trying to *not* think about Spike, and sat on the front porch to ruminate on the vampire and the strange connection between them.
Eventually, he pulled the worn piece of paper out of his pocket, having carried it on his person for the last two days, and read it once more. Xander slipped the paper back into his pocket, grabbed his jacket and locked the front door, and then got his bike from where he´d hidden it behind Willow´s house. He hoped that Spike had moved into the mansion.
It took Xander twenty minutes to reach the driveway, another five to bike up it and work up the courage to approach the mansion, and another ten or so to make it to the front porch and up the rickety steps to the door, where he rang the as–luck–would–have–it functioning doorbell. It wasn´t until the door was opened by a vamp in game face that Xander realized Spike wouldn´t be alone. He swallowed hard, wondering how he was going to get past the vampire.
"I–is S–S–Spike here?" Xander asked, standing poised to bolt off the porch and into the sunlight.
Spike heard the boy´s heartbeat and smelled his fear long before he heard his voice. He smiled when Xander nervously asked for him. Rising from the chair he was sitting in, Spike stalked towards the front door.
"Let him in," he ordered.
The vamp that had answered the door snarled at Xander, but stepped back at Spike´s command. Xander looked at him anxiously, unmoving. Spike motioned with his hand, and Xander slipped into the mansion, moving quickly past the vamp. Without waiting for Xander to reach him, Spike turned and started up the staircase at a leisurely pace. Xander hurriedly followed him, getting close enough to grab hold of Spike´s t–shirt like a security blanket. Spike smiled again. The scent of fear had been joined by the unmistakable spicy aroma of Xander´s arousal.
At the top of the stairs, Spike led Xander down the hall to the same bedroom they´d used the time Spike had brought Xander to the mansion. If Xander recognized it, he didn´t say. Spike sat in a wingback chair beside the bed, and watched as Xander looked around the room, taking in his surroundings. Xander´s eyes landed on him, and then skittered away.
"Have a seat," Spike said amiably.
Xander looked at him, swallowed hard.
"Sit," Spike said again, pointing to the only other seat in the room–the bed. Xander looked at it nervously, and then moved to sit on the edge facing Spike, staring at a spot on the carpet. Spike waited for Xander to speak, and when he didn´t, said, "Why are you here, Xander?"
Xander jumped, and his heart raced. "I, uh...," he stammered.
"Perhaps you´re not ready...," Spike said as he made a move to stand.
"No!" Xander cried, standing and holding his hand out so Spike wouldn´t get out of the chair. "I, um, I...," he tried again.
Spike tilted his head. "Would it help if I told you that I know why you´re here?" he asked. Xander looked at him hopefully. "But if you want it," Spike continued softly, "you´ll have to ask for it."
Xander paled. Spike wished he could just jump up and take Xander, fuck him into the mattress and then bite him, tasting the elixir that was purely Xander. He was so bloody hard it hurt, and he hadn´t tasted the boy in almost two weeks. But he didn´t want Xander to be able to tell himself that Spike had made him do anything. He wanted Xander to remember how he begged Spike to bite him.
"I, uh..." Xander closed his eyes, and then opened them. "I want you to bite me," he whispered in a voice so low Spike could barely hear him.
"You´ll have to speak up, pet," Spike said.
"B–bi... I want you to bite me," Xander admitted, thankfully unable to bring himself to look into Spike´s eyes, so he didn´t see the grin on the vampire´s face.
"You know you´ll have to earn it," Spike said after squelching the grin.
Xander nodded, still not looking at him.
"Do you know what that means?" Spike asked.
Xander nodded again. "You want me t–to suck on you," he said, shifting nervously from foot–to–foot.
Spike waited a beat. "Wrong, pup," he said, and Xander´s head jerked up, their eyes locked. "I want to fuck you."
Xander´s eyes widened, his breath caught, and he fell over in a dead faint.
"Bloody Hell!" Spike swore as he looked at Xander´s still form lying on the floor.
