The Offering 8
When Xander woke, he was lying on a bed. He looked around, taking in the heavy drapes covering the windows, and the chair beside the bed. All at once, he remembered where he was. The mansion! A building full of vampires! And...
"Spike!" he squeaked when the blond vampire he´d just been thinking of filled the doorway as if he´d conjured him.
"Heard your heart rate change," Spike drawled, "so I knew you were awake."
Xander didn´t speak. He couldn´t make his tongue work.
"When you´ve recovered enough, you should leave," Spike said. "I really don´t think you´re ready..."
"No!" Xander was up and off the bed faster than he could remember moving. When Spike told him to leave, he suddenly recalled why he was here. The bite. He needed Spike to bite him. The vampire couldn´t send him away. "You can´t...please...don´t send me away," Xander begged.
"You´re not ready, pup," Spike said, and started to turn away.
Xander grabbed his arms. "No, please. I´ll do anything. I´m ready. I am," he insisted desperately. "You remember what I said I wanted in return?" Spike asked.
Xander swallowed hard. Spike wanted to–he could barely even think the word–fuck him. Xander wasn´t sure if he would like that, but he had such a fierce need to be bitten, he was willing to do anything. "Will it hurt?" he asked.
Spike looked at him consideringly. "Could do," he replied. "But I´ll make it as painless as possible for you." He grinned. "You might even find yourself enjoying it," he said, adding in a seductive purr, "It can be *very* pleasurable, pup."
Xander shivered. He looked Spike over. The vampire looked so–sexy. He wore black jeans and a black t–shirt, no red over–shirt, and no boots. Xander moaned. "And y–you´ll bite me, right?" he asked, just to be sure.
"Oh, yeah, pup," Spike said. "I´ll bite you."
"A–all right," Xander said.
Spike just looked at him for a minute, and Xander was afraid the vampire was going to turn him down. "All right," he finally agreed. Spike took a step into the room, forcing Xander to back up, and then closed the door behind him. "Get undressed."
Xander swallowed hard, but started to get undressed, his hands shaking so badly he couldn´t get the button on his pants undone. He turned to Spike who helped him with the button and then let Xander pull the zipper down. When he was naked, Xander self–consciously covered himself with his hands and looked at Spike, who was avidly taking in every inch of his naked flesh.
When their eyes met, Spike grinned. "Now me," he said.
Xander was confused, and he was sure his expression clearly conveyed that to Spike, who just said, "Undress me."
Xander stepped towards Spike, embarrassed when he realized he´d have to move his hands and uncover his manly parts to undress Spike. The vampire grinned again. "I´ve seen ´em before, pup, now get me undressed before I change my bloody mind."
With those encouraging words in mind, Xander made short work of Spike´s clothing, quickly removing them and tossing them onto the chair. He allowed his eyes to run over Spike´s body, stopping and staring in a combination of fear and excitement when his gaze reached the vampire´s manly parts, which were standing at attention.
"Get the lube out of my pocket, and then lay down on the bed," Spike commanded.
Xander quickly got the lube out of Spike´s jeans and laid down on the bed. Spike stood beside the bed and took a pillow from the head of it. "Lay on your stomach and put this under your hips," he said.
Xander arranged himself, and waited anxiously for Spike to take him, praying that it wouldn´t hurt too much, but desperate enough for the bite to not care all that much if it did.
Spike took a minute to savor the sight of Xander lying naked on the bed, his ass raised, knees bent, legs slightly parted. He looked delicious, and just the sight of him made Spike want to climb between his legs, spread his delectable cheeks, and drive himself into what he was certain would be the hottest, tightest hole he´d ever fucked.
Instead, he forced himself to move slow. He climbed onto the bed and bent his head to Xander´s ass, sniffing to breathe in the scent of him, and darting his tongue out to taste his skin. Xander jumped, and Spike gently rubbed his hands over the boy´s hips while he continued to lave his cheeks, and then he parted them and let his tongue run along Xander´s crack and over his pucker.
Xander squealed and jumped, and Spike was overcome with desire. He lapped at the twitching hole, and then pushed his tongue inside. Waves of arousal poured off Xander as Spike stimulated his hole, serving to fuel his lust for the boy. With a growl, he halted his ministrations and reached for the tube held tightly in Xander´s hand. Spike quickly squeezed a dollop of lube onto his fingers, rubbed it over Xander´s saliva–slicked pucker, and then pressed one slippery finger into him. Xander groaned at the intrusion, and Spike slowly, carefully pushed the finger in all the way. He pulled it back out, and then pushed back in. Xander pushed back to meet his thrust, and Spike grew harder. He quickly prepared the boy, adding another finger and scissoring them to stretch Xander´s muscles, and then reaching for his prostate.
Xander´s reaction to the feel of Spike´s tongue on his hole was nothing compared to his reaction at having his prostate stroked. His squirming and mewling stoked the fire of Spike´s need for the boy. Spike nibbled on his back while he inserted a third finger and made sure Xander was ready to receive him. With little warning, he withdrew his fingers and wiped the balance of the lube on his hard flesh, placed the head of his cock against Xander´s slick hole, and pressed.
The boy whimpered as Spike speared him on his shaft. "Relax," Spike said, barely managing to not growl and scare the boy. He felt Xander trying to obey, grabbed the boy´s hips, and pushed the rest of the way in until his balls were resting against Xander´s ass.
Spike draped himself over Xander´s back, licking and sucking at the boy´s shoulder while he slowly moved his hips, sliding in and out of Xander´s ass, which was just as hot and tight as Spike had imagined. He tilted his hips, searching for the nub that would send Xander flying. When he found it, Spike pounded into it while Xander cried out–his begging intermixed with nonsensical words of pleasure–and writhed beneath him.
He could tell Xander was getting close. Pulling out, Spike easily turned the boy over, and spitted him on his rod once more. He wanted to see Xander´s face when he came, and came again. Spike leaned over Xander and slipped a hand beneath his neck, lifting him so he could reach his throat, and laved the bite. Xander clawed at Spike´s back as the vampire brought him closer and closer to climax.
Spike lifted his head from Xander´s neck, and morphed to the demon. Xander´s lust–glazed eyes locked on Spike´s yellow orbs, and he whimpered. He grabbed the back of the vampire´s head and pulled them together, kissing Spike hard, unmindful of the fangs that cut his tongue. When Spike pulled Xander´s tongue into his mouth and sucked on it, getting a small taste of everything that was Xander, the boy came, shooting load after load of warm fluid between them, coating their chests and stomachs.
Spike continued pumping into Xander, increasing his speed, the power of his thrusts. He pulled away from the boy´s mouth and lowered his lips to his neck. Xander moaned and tried to push at him. Spike growled and slapped his hands away.
"N–not there," Xander finally managed to get out. "They´ll see..."
"Don´t want ´em to know?" Spike asked, amused.
"D–don´t want ´em t–to try an´ s–stop me," Xander gasped.
Spike nearly came at the thought of how far the boy had fallen into his craving for the bite. He growled, and because he didn´t want his access to the boy denied, moved his lips lower, down Xander´s body to his chest, laving the skin above his left nipple. The boy stiffened when Spike´s fangs grazed his skin, panting in a combination of fear, anticipation, and desire from the scents wafting off him.
Spike sank his fangs into Xander´s flesh, and the boy whimpered at the momentary pain as his skin was pierced. He sucked, drawing on blood spiced with the tang of desire, and as he drank the boy began to moan and wriggle beneath him once more. Before long, Xander was screaming out as he came a second time, his release pulled from him in a mixture of pain and pleasure. With the taste of Xander´s blood exploding over his tongue, and the feel of him clenching around his cock, Spike slammed into Xander one last time, and came.
After allowing them both some time to recover, Spike had Xander clean them up. They dressed, and he escorted the boy to the front door. On the porch Xander hesitated, and then turned back to look at Spike. He could smell fear and uncertainty coming off the boy in waves.
Xander opened his mouth, hesitated, and then asked in a small voice, "Can I come back?"
Spike found it difficult to keep his face blank when inside he was crowing with delight at the way his plans had borne fruit. He stared into Xander´s needful eyes, and then nodded.
Xander made it home, showered carefully to make sure all evidence of his time with Spike was washed away, and was sitting gingerly on the front porch swing pretending to do homework when Joyce dropped Buffy and Willow off.
"Hey, Xan!" Willow greeted him. "Doing homework?" she asked in surprise.
"I do homework!" Xander defended himself, then smiled. "Well, all right, not really. I´m just sorta holding the book and hoping that the knowledge of math will seep into my brain by ozymandamus, or whatever."
"Oscillation," Buffy corrected.
Willow just shook her head. "Osmosis," she said.
They both looked at her. "Huh?"
"Os– Never mind."
Both girls joined him on the porch swing, and while they chatted, his thoughts drifted back to Spike. At the same time he knew he shouldn´t go back to see the vampire, he was contemplating whether Monday after school would be too soon. Now he not only wanted Spike to bite him, he couldn´t wait to have the blond inside him again. He´d never realized how good it could feel to have another man touch you the way Spike had touched him.
He wondered how he´d explain his absences to the girls? He really needed to move back home, he thought. There was no one there to care where he was, or that an evil vampire was fucking and biting him. He decided to broach the subject with Giles on Monday. He could argue that Spike, who was too impatient to stick with a plan, had obviously grown tired of waiting, and just lost interest in Xander. With that decision made, he tuned in to the girls´ conversation.
When Sunday morning dawned, Xander was once more filled with revulsion and self–loathing. He couldn´t believe he´d gone to Spike and begged the vampire to bite him, and then allowed him to... He shifted in the bed, nope, not a dream, he thought as his ass twinged in pain. During the day, he practically clung to Willow, making sure she was always in the room with him. Though she didn´t understand his sudden attack of nerves, Willow didn´t say anything, just allowed Xander to use her as his security blanket.
At research on Monday evening, Xander took the opportunity while Buffy and Willow were chatting to ask Giles if vampires had the ability to thrall their victims, like Dracula. Giles took his glasses off and polished them, then put them back on and peered at Xander through the lenses.
"Why do you ask?" he inquired.
Xander shrugged, blushing. "I just..."
"You´ve been worrying over your reaction to Spike?" Giles guessed.
Xander shuddered–the other man had no idea how right he was–and just nodded. "To the best of my knowledge, Xander, they don´t," he said, which disappointed Xander, as it would explain his response without having to admit that he had actually wanted it.
"Don´t what?" Angel asked, and Xander squealed like a girl.
"Don´t...do that," he said, pointing at Angel, who just raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"Xander and I were just discussing the matter of whether vampires actually had the ability to thrall their victims," Giles replied, leaving out the bit that Xander had asked him about it, which he appreciated.
"Why?" Angel asked.
"Because it´s a fascinating concept," Giles said, and then prepared to launch into a long and boring discussion.
"Well, as interesting as I´m sure this is going to be," Buffy interrupted, "we really should go patrol." She looked to Angel for support.
Angel glanced at her, and then back at Giles and Xander, who both tried to look innocent. "Yes, we should," he said absently.
Buffy got up and eagerly grabbed her bag of slaying goodies.
"Do you?" Giles asked Angel.
"Do I what?" he asked.
"Have the ability to thrall your victims," Giles replied.
"No," Angel said, and then headed for the door where Buffy was waiting impatiently. "And neither does Spike," he said softly as he passed them, continuing on to Buffy without looking back.
Giles and Xander looked at each other guiltily, and then got back to their research. Well, Giles got back to research, Xander got back to thinking about Spike, and his reaction to the vampire. It was unthinkable that he would be subconsciously attracted to the blond, much less during his waking hours.
This particular bout of self–reflection was due to yet another wet dream involving the vampire. As much as Xander had tried to not think about Spike during the day, as soon as he fell asleep, his subconscious mind took over, and Xander woke that morning covered in his own release. Despite that, he was still determined to ignore the dreams, and stay away from Spike.
By Thursday morning, after three more nights filled with wet dreams about Spike, Xander once more felt like an addict going through withdrawal. All he could think about was Spike biting him, which had been the basis of more than one of his wet dreams, and not a few waking ones, in which he´d begged the vampire to bite him, stroking himself to completion as Spike sucked his blood, sometimes combined with the fucking of his ass, which was almost wiggier than the biting.
Xander cornered Giles in his office at lunchtime and laid out the ´Spike theory´ he´d developed the preceding Saturday, and then added that, though he loved Willow and Buffy, he really needed some space. Giles, who loved and trusted him, agreed, and suggested that they pick up Xander´s stuff from Willow´s after research and Giles would drive him home. Xander thanked him and left, trying to refrain from looking and sounding too eager.
During research, Giles announced that Xander would be moving back home. Buffy and Willow both immediately looked worried, and Xander felt a stab of guilt.
"Do you think that´s safe?" Buffy asked.
Giles pushed his glasses up his nose. "Spike has neither been seen nor heard from in about four weeks now," he stated. "We´ve learned from past experience that he isn´t one to stick to a plan for very long, and I believe the very fact of his nonappearance may indicate a loss of interest in pursuing the matter on his part."
"I think I speak for all of us when I say ´huh?´," Buffy said.
Giles sighed. "It´s possible that Spike lost interest in this game he was playing with us when it became obvious that he could no longer reach Xander."
Xander felt another surge of guilt, but resolutely pushed it down. He picked up a book to read, and occupied himself with that for an hour while Willow researched on the computer and Buffy trained with Giles. When Buffy left to meet Angel for patrol, Giles gathered Willow and Xander up and they drove to Willow´s house.
Xander quickly packed his bags, hugged Willow goodbye, and Giles drove him home. Once settled back into his room, Xander sat staring out the window at the dark, wondering if Spike would know he was home–as he had known of their return to Willow´s house–and come to him that night.
