The Offering 9
Spike didn´t come to him that night, nor the next. By Saturday morning, Xander was frantic with need. He snuck out of the house, got his bicycle, and rode to the mansion. This visit he wasted no time in contemplation, but hurried up to the door. He rang the doorbell and fidgeted nervously while he waited. A couple minutes later the door swung open, and Spike stood there. Xander gaped at the vampire. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and nothing else, and his hair was sleep–tousled. "I, uh, is this a bad time?" Xander squeaked.
Spike looked Xander over. He´d had to wait a full week for the boy, which put him in a foul disposition, but now that Xander was here, he could feel his nasty mood drifting away like smoke. Without speaking, he stepped back and inclined his head. Xander entered, and glanced nervously up at him. Spike remained silent. He closed the door and then walked to the staircase, wondering if Xander would follow him.
When Spike began to walk away from him, Xander thought he was going to have a coronary at the thought of being left alone in a house full of vampires. He quickly caught up with the blond and closely followed him up the stairs and into the bedroom they´d used before. To his surprise, Spike ignored him, stripped off his jeans, and climbed under the blanket on the bed.
"Close the door," he said sleepily, and then was quiet.
Xander closed the door and then looked around while he waited to see if Spike said anything else. When he didn´t, Xander grew bored. He walked around the room, running his finger over the mantle of the fireplace, rubbing his hand over the cushion of Spike´s chair, then picking up the vampire´s t–shirt and sniffing it. Not knowing what else to do, he laid down on the bed beside Spike.
"Take your clothes off," Spike mumbled.
Xander swallowed nervously, but sat up and did as Spike bid. When he was naked, Spike pulled the blanket back and Xander slid beneath it. He laid on his back, stiff with anxiety. Spike reached out for him and Xander´s breath caught. The vampire pulled him against him so they could spoon, Xander´s back to his front, and then fell asleep. Xander slowly relaxed into his embrace when he realized Spike wasn´t going to do anything else. Sleepless nights took their toll, and Xander soon fell into a deep slumber.
When he woke, it was to the sensation of Spike´s tongue and lips on his neck, and his hand wrapped around Xander´s hard–on. Xander moaned as Spike sucked and stroked him, readily parting his legs when the vampire´s fingers moved to his hole. He relaxed as Spike massaged the pucker, his embarrassment as it twitched at Spike´s touch overridden by his desire for more. Soon Spike was sliding a slicked finger into him, and then two, and Xander was eagerly pushing back onto them.
By the time Spike was fucking him with three fingers, Xander was mewling and gasping, clawing at the sheet with one hand, the other reaching behind him to grip Spike´s hip. Spike withdrew, and then nudged against him with something larger than his fingers, and Xander shuddered in anticipation. He pushed down as Spike pressed in, and then the vampire was fully seated within him.
"Oh, God, Spike," Xander keened.
Spike nuzzled his neck and wrapped his arms around his chest, holding him tight while he slid in and out of him. "Not quite," he whispered.
Xander was nothing but nerve endings. Everywhere Spike touched him sent little jolts of desire coursing through his body on a straight line to his groin. Spike licked and worried the bite mark on his neck and plucked at his nipples, then moved his hand down to teasingly stroke Xander´s aching cock while he continued to leisurely thrust into Xander´s ass.
Suddenly he pulled out and rolled onto his back. "Come here, pup," he said, and helped Xander to straddle his hips. "Ride me," he whispered, and with a groan, Xander sank down onto the hard shaft pressing against his hole, taking Spike in farther than before.
"Feel good?" Spike teased, but Xander was beyond thought. "You feel so good, pup, so hot...and tight...like a velvet glove squeezin´ me. Move a little, pup..."
Xander moved, and cried out as he stimulated his prostate. Placing his hands on Spike´s chest, he began to lift himself up and then lower himself, moving faster, taking Spike deeper with each brush of a finger against the bite marks on his neck and above his nipple.
"That´s it, pup," Spike encouraged him, rubbing a little harder on the bite marks, then pinching them.
"Ahhh, God," Xander managed to get out as his body stiffened, and his release shot out to land on Spike´s chest and stomach.
Spike switched positions again, rolling them so Xander was on his back and Spike was between his legs. "Still want me to bite you, pup?" he asked.
Xander, who could barely think, nodded.
"Need to hear you say it, pup," Spike said softly.
"Please, Spike," Xander said. "Please bite me."
Spike did, and Xander came so hard he passed out, managing to whisper, "Thank you," before darkness enveloped him.
For the next four weeks, Xander slipped off to visit Spike whenever he could get away. At first it was every couple of days, but soon the need grew so great he had to see Spike every day. Some days, if he was in a bad mood, Spike would make Xander suck him off, and then refuse to bite him until Xander had nearly begged himself hoarse. Other days they had sex and Spike would bite him, and sometimes the vampire would allow him to stay afterwards and cuddle. He liked those visits best.
So far he´d managed to fly under Angel´s radar, avoiding the dark vampire when possible, and keeping plenty of space between them when forced to be in the same room. It wasn´t difficult, since Angel mainly met Buffy on patrol unless he was needed at the library for research. When his friends asked him where he went after school, Xander made up a lie about a note from school and his parents making him go home to study.
This last visit to the mansion had been kind of creepy because, though he´d caught glimpses of the dark–haired female vampire Spike called Drusilla, they´d never met or spoken. Today she glided up to them as Spike walked him to the door. She reached out and touched his face, running her fingers into his hair. Xander was freaked, but he didn´t pull away, afraid of angering Spike.
"Don´t worry, puppy," Drusilla whispered in a sing–song voice. "The stars tell me everything will work out for the best."
Xander just stared at her, and then looked at Spike who shrugged. He turned his gaze back to Drusilla. "Um, okay," he said with a weak smile.
Drusilla smiled in return, and then drifted away, talking to herself.
"Wh–what did she mean?" Xander asked.
"No bloody idea, pup," Spike replied.
Xander nodded, and then turned to leave. He had to hurry or he´d be late meeting the gang for research. He turned back to Spike as a sudden sensation of doom swept over him with the memory of Drusilla´s words. "I–I´ll see you tomorrow?" he asked.
Spike stared at him for a long moment without answering, and then said, "Yeah, pup, tomorrow." He grabbed Xander behind the neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
"Oh, God," Xander panted when Spike let him go, rearranging his erection in his pants. He hoped it went down before he reached the school.
Spike just grinned at him. "Think of me, yeah?"
Xander groaned, and then left. By the time he got to the library, everyone was already there, including Angel, which was odd, especially since the sun hadn´t set yet. Everyone looked up and stared at him when he pushed the doors open and entered the library.
"Hey!" he greeted them with his usual goofy grin.
No one smiled back at him.
"Uh, what´s wrong?" he asked.
"Xander, why don´t you come have a seat?" Giles suggested, pushing out the chair from the end of the table.
"O–kay," Xander said, and walked over to sit down. He glanced around the table. Buffy was staring at him as if she couldn´t believe what she saw; Willow was avoiding looking at his face; Angel was worriedly regarding Buffy. He turned to Giles, who was gazing right at him. "What´s up?" he asked nervously.
"Xander," Giles began softly, "where have you been going after school?"
Xander´s heart pounded in his chest. They couldn´t know. There was no way they could know, he thought. "Home," he replied aloud–the same lie he´d been telling them for the past several weeks.
"And what about this afternoon?" Giles asked.
"Home," he said again.
"I stopped by...," Buffy began.
"And then the grocery store," he interrupted. "We were out of...stuff. Grocery–type stuff."
"Oh, Xander," Giles said sadly, and Xander felt like crying as his world slowly crumbled around him. He´d been worried that they would find out, hadn´t wanted them to, and now that they had, he didn´t know what he was going to do. Didn´t know what they were going to do.
"Giles, I..."
"Angel asked me the other day if I´d noticed anything weird about the way you´ve been acting lately, and I told him ´no´," Buffy said with a voice that had no inflection, staring at the table as she spoke, absently scratching it with her nail. "And then I thought about it, and I realized we really didn´t see you as much as we used to. I talked to Willow and we decided that maybe you felt–I don´t know–embarrassed to be around us because we knew about Spike. I wanted to talk to you about it, but you left this afternoon before I could catch you. So I walked to your house."
Xander´s heart dropped, and tears gathered in his eyes. He swallowed hard. Oh, God, they really did know!
"When I got there, you were just leaving. I was curious, so I followed you." She looked up at him. "You didn´t go to the grocery store," she said. Strangely enough, there was no blame in her eyes, just disappointment, which made him feel even worse.
"Buffy–"
"Why, Xander?" Willow asked.
He looked at her, but had to turn away from the betrayal in her eyes. "I...I needed it," he moaned. "I´m sorry, I...I never meant to hurt you. I didn´t want you to know."
"Did you think we would never find out, Xander?" Giles asked incredulously.
"I hoped," Xander admitted weakly.
"Would you rather we found out when he turned or killed you?" Giles asked acerbically.
"No!" Xander shook his head. "H–he wouldn´t do that. Not now."
"He´s a vampire, Xander. He´s *quite* capable of doing that."
"No, you don´t..."
"Do you think he cares for you?" Angel asked.
Xander turned his attention to the dark vampire. There had been no censure in his voice, only curiosity.
"He does...," Xander said.
"Oh, dear Lord," Giles muttered unhappily.
"He´s a soulless demon, Xander," Angel said, keeping his voice even.
"Have you been letting him bite you?" Giles asked.
Xander refused to answer. They wouldn´t understand. Heck, sometimes he didn´t understand, he just knew that he needed it.
"Oh, God," Buffy said, and then stood and marched around the table. Before Xander realized what she was going to do, she leaned down and ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying and exposing the bites on his left breast. He didn´t even attempt to cover them.
Willow gasped, and placed her hand over her mouth. "You´ve been hiding this from us?" she asked, sounding pitifully lost.
"This has to stop, Xander," Giles stated.
"I need him...," Xander tried to explain.
"You *don´t* need him!" Buffy insisted.
"Yes, I *do*!" Xander yelled. "I do! I need him!"
"What is wrong with you?" she asked sadly.
"It´s the bite," Angel said. "Vampire bites can be...addicting."
"Addicting?" Giles asked. "You never said..."
"I didn´t think I had to," Angel replied, seemingly unperturbed at Giles tone. "First of all, anything that makes you feel good can be addicting–it´s like a drug. Secondly..."
He turned to look at Xander. "...I didn´t now it was an issue, because I didn´t know that Spike was still biting him."
Xander had the grace to look ashamed.
"So, you´re saying Xander will need help breaking this addiction?" Giles asked. "We´ll need to wean him from relying on the bite..."
"How about cold turkey?" Buffy suggested angrily. "Now that I know where Spike´s lair is, staking him will be a piece of cake. No Spike, no biting," she said.
"No, Buffy, you can´t!" Xander cried. Oh, God, this was getting so out of hand! How had this happened? One minute he was... He recalled his uneasy feeling when he´d left Spike earlier.
"I can, Xander. I´m the Slayer. I´m also your friend, and I´m not going to let Spike continue using you, or let you do this to yourself. If you can´t stay away from him, I´ll make sure he stays away from you–permanently."
Xander saw red at her casual dismissal of Spike. "No!" he yelled as he stood, pushing his chair back to fall and slam loudly against the floor, punctuating his statement. "No!" He turned to run from the library.
He hadn´t gotten far when strong arms wrapped around him from behind, halting him. Xander fought, but was no match for Angel´s strength.
"Xander, stop," Willow pleaded. "You´re going to hurt yourself."
Xander didn´t care. He had to get to Spike, to warn him. He twisted futilely in Angel´s arms.
"We have to end this now, while we still can," Angel said, not sounding at all as if he was holding a struggling teen.
"What do you mean?" Giles asked worriedly.
Xander wondered if he´d fallen into some kind of weird world where he didn´t really exist as everyone talked around him, ignoring his feeble attempts to get away from Angel´s grasp.
"The bites on Xander´s chest? Some of them are new, but some have scarred. Spike´s probably been biting him all along. We´re just lucky that he hasn´t claimed Xander, yet," Angel explained. "If he had, it would already be too late to save him."
"Let´s get the weapons," Buffy said, her voice a mix of pain and resolve.
All Xander could think about was Spike. "Noooooo!" he wailed, and then darkness blanketed him.
