Pairing: Spike / Xander
Prompt: Week 74 - Nowhere
Warnings: Some angst, slash, anal, bloodplay, claim!fic
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Xander was left with more than memories from the Fabulous Ladies Night, and Spike takes full advantage of the situation.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the BtVS characters. I am just dressing them up and making them play around a bit. It's free for all to enjoy, and fun - please don't sue.
Nowhere
by
C. Woodhaven
Xander quietly shut the door behind him. It was well past midnight on a Friday which made it very likely that Spike was out, but you never knew.
He paused, listening for any indication the vampire might still be there. After a few moments of silence, Xander let out the breath he’d been holding and set his keys down on the small table in the foyer. He was in no way going to examine if he was relieved or disappointed. Instead, he toed off his shoes and hung his jacket on the hook by the door before heading to the kitchen for a much needed bottle of frosty nectar.
Xander sighed heavily as he leaned against the counter, taking a long swallow. He finally understood the term bone-weary; his eyes were hot and grainy, his skin felt too tight and his joints ached. The wound on his thigh throbbed hotly; a lovely, permanent, reminder of Oxnard and The Fabulous Ladies Night.
It had taken him a few shots of liquid courage to get up on stage, and then the other dancers plied him with a few more celebratory ones after his successful set. By the time Bradley had coyly asked if Xander needed assistance back to his motel room, refusing didn’t even seem to be an option.
Xander had been on his back, limp and spent from an earth-shattering orgasm, when he’d come back to himself. Sluggishly, he realized that his date was literally sucking the life out of him. He’d barely managed to stake Bradley with a chopstick, remnant of a midnight snack Xander had left on the cheap motel nightstand. The irony of almost becoming a midnight snack himself was not lost on Xander as he’d treated the deep bite wound on his inner thigh.
The wound was still bothering him when he made his way back to Sunnydale. It never seemed to fully heal. Xander also couldn’t brush off the vague uncomfortable feeling he had all the time, like he was searching for something.
Anya, of all people, had been the one to point it out. She’d showed up in his basement with a frat-party sized fun-pack of condoms, wanting to interlock parts. She’d backed off fast, though, telling him indignantly she had no intention of getting involved by someone who’d been claimed by a vampire.
Xander had wanted to research what that meant, but he sucked at that part of the whole Scooby thing and he sure as hell wasn’t going to ask anyone to help him.
When Giles foisted Spike off on him for a few nights because a friend was in town, Xander panicked. He decided that he’d tie the vampire up, to avoid…well, he didn’t know what he was trying to avoid…but it seemed like the wise thing to do.
He tried to follow through with that plan, he really did, but his hands were shaking too badly to work the rope, every nerve in his body screaming to submit to the vampire. Spike got a predatory, knowing look in his eye and grabbed Xander’s thigh just below the bite mark. They stood there at an impasse for an eternity, eyes-locked in a warped game of chicken, neither sure they wanted to acknowledge what seemed to be passing between them.
When Spike realized that Xander wasn’t going to flinch or pull away, he growled low in his chest, squeezing Xander’s thigh gently. Xander was lost as sparks of lustneedwant radiated from the point of contact, causing the bite to pulse and contract.
Being with Spike offered some respite from the constant pull, but it was never quite enough. The chip gave them a little lee-way to play rough sometimes, especially when the need was pulsing constantly in Xander’s veins, but wouldn’t allow the one thing Xander needed desperately. Over time, they’d come to a compromise of sorts with Xander sneaking off to the local feeding den, trying to play ‘don’t ask, don’t tell.’ Of course, Spike was homicidally jealous and Xander couldn’t keep a secret, so they sucked at the game.
“Where’ve you been, Xander?” The words floated out of the darkness, startling Xander so much that he almost dropped his beer.
“Holy freaking god, Spike!” Xander shouted, his heart pounding in his chest. He set the bottle on the counter and watched as Spike rose from one of the chairs shrouded in shadows.
“Where’ve you been?” Spike repeated and Xander couldn’t quite read his tone.
“Nowhere.” Xander shrugged, familiar frustration starting to pluck at his nerves. He really didn’t feel like getting into this with Spike again tonight.
“Try again.” Spike shook his head. “You think I can’t smell it on you?”
Xander hadn’t had time for a shower yet, but he’d thought he’d cleaned himself off fairly well: apparently not.
Suddenly, Xander was angrier than he had been in a long time. He stalked into the living room. “You think I like going there? Being some lousy vamp’s hors d'oeuvre? Finding out…forget it.” No need to spill that he’d seen Riley being taken into one of the back rooms of the nest tonight. Looked like it wasn’t the first time he’d been there either.
Spike, lost in his own anger, didn’t catch Xander’s almost-slip of the tongue. “I’ve seen marks like you, hell; I’ve had ‘em. Begging a vamp for a bit of pain: deep down, you love it.”
“You think this was how I wanted my life to turn out?” Xander seethed. “I made a mistake, Spike. Fuck you for not understanding.”
“Should’a stuck with girls if you want your emotional needs taken care of,” Spike replied nastily.
“Gee, Spike, why didn’t I think of that? Oh yeah, that’s because the only vampire chick I know is Harmony, and I will never get that desperate,” Xander shot back. “Unlike some people in this room.”
Spike’s jaw tightened slightly, always a dangerous sign during an argument. Demons lost limbs when he was like this. “Least Harm could suck a marble through a straw with the wind at her back; you could stand to learn a couple things from her.”
And now his night was complete. “Guess you should go back to her, then. Sounds like she’s a real pro.” Xander gestured toward the door. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
He was pinned against the wall before he knew it, Spike up close and personal, amber flickering in his eyes. “You really want me to leave, Harris?”
Because of the unfulfilled claim, Xander’s body shook with lust at this show of dominance. He hated that his body responded like this.
Spike inhaled deeply. “Smells like you want me to stay.”
“Get off me.” Xander tried to push Spike away, getting even angrier when the vampire didn’t budge.
“You want me to get off you, or get you off?” Spike leered. “What’s the matter, your two-bit vamp whores not doing it for you anymore?”
“What do you care?” Xander taunted coldly. “It’s not like you can bite me.”
It was like with his dad, Xander knew one second too late when he hit ‘too far.’
White hot rage contorted Spike’s face and the vampire struck without thinking, backhanding Xander. Pain exploded in his cheek as he flew across the room. Xander saw the shock on Spike’s face that the chip hadn’t fired.
The last thing Xander felt was something far too close to relief and then the world went dark.
~*~*~*~*~
Xander groaned and opened his eyes carefully. His cheek felt hot and tender and the back of his head was throbbing. He gingerly touched his face, trying to determine if anything was broken.
Spike crouched down before him. “I’m not saying I’m sorry,” he groused, but he handed Xander an ice-pack.
Xander pressed the cold pack to his face, hissing in relief as the hottender feeling subsided almost immediately. “What happened?”
“Lost my temper,” Spike conceded.
“I mean with the chip,” Xander clarified. “And couldn’t you have maybe found a better way to tell me about it?”
Spike held out his hand, Xander eyed it warily before accepting the help.
“You ever pass out there? At the den?” Spike asked, his tone strange. Xander was too tired to try to figure out what it meant.
“Sometimes. Blood loss will do that.”
“How ‘bout tonight?” Spike probed.
“Yeah,” Xander conceded as he touched the lump at the back of his head. “Looks like it’s a theme tonight.”
Spike suddenly darted forward, pinning Xander against the wall. His lips found Xander’s and he gave him a bruising kiss, his tongue probing every nook and cranny.
Xander dropped the ice-pack and moaned, unable to help himself.
Spike pulled away just as suddenly, leaving Xander panting against the wall. “You know we never talk anymore,” Xander observed wryly.
“They’ve been feeding you blood.” Spike touched his mouth, looking not quite disgusted, but close. “That’s how they string you lot along. Keeps you coming back long after the need for the bite passes.”
“Look, Spike, it’s been a long day. If you’re going to do the vague drawn out explanation, can we do it tomorrow night when I’m up to it?”
“You’ve had so much vamp blood the chip doesn’t see you as human anymore.” Spike replied, holding up his hands and ticking off points on his fingers. “Bet you’ve been feeling uncomfortable during the day, more so in direct sunlight. But as soon as night falls, it clears up. The steak you ate the other night was nearly raw. The slayer probably makes your skin crawl, and the only place you feel comfortable is the den.”
“Rare, Spike, the steak was rare. And no, I don’t only feel comfortable in the den. I hate that place, it's filthy.” Xander replied. Not quite the truth. He did feel strangely comfortable in the den, which in turn made him uncomfortable. And it really was filthy, that much was true. Hopefully, Spike would drop the slayer thing, because being with Buffy did make his skin crawl.
Spike looked surprised and intrigued. “Where else do you feel comfortable?”
The word spilled out before Xander could stop it. “Here.”
Spike tilted his head. The low light caught his cheekbones and Xander thought he looked beautiful and deadly. He sucked in a breath at the sight, body betraying him again.
Spike was so close now, chest almost touching Xander’s. His hands stroked down his sides, and then Spike unzipped his pants, slipping them off his hips before Xander could protest. His cock was hard, the plum-head shiny with pre-come.
“Didn’t come there, did you?” Spike whispered, slowly running delicate fingers along the shaft.
“No,” Xander hissed, wanting more than anything not to have this conversation.
“You didn’t last time, either,” Spike recalled. “You saving yourself for me?”
“No,” Xander protested weakly. It sounded like a lie even in his own ears.
Spike’s hand dipped further down to stroke the fresh mark in Xander’s inner thigh. The vampire had always avoided touching the spot directly because it was so tender. All bets were off now the chip wasn’t working on Xander, and Spike dug his fingers in harshly. Xander wheezed a token protest, but his cock jumped. “Tell the truth, boy.”
“Spike,” Xander panted. “I’m not in the mood to play games.”
“Neither am I,” Spike replied.
~*~*~*~*~
The nearest flat surface was the kitchen table. The legs squealed loudly across the floor in protest as Spike pushed Xander onto it. He stripped off Xander’s jeans and threw them across the room. Xander heard the tinkle of breaking glass. Before he could determine what had broken, he felt two of Spike’s barely slick fingers press into him, working him open.
Xander was afraid to ask what the vamp was using as lube. Too soon the fingers were gone and he felt the blunt head of Spike’s cock at his entrance.
Spike pressed his knees wide apart, spreading Xander wide open and leaving no doubt that he was going to be taken.
Their eyes met and Spike looked like he was daring Xander to refuse him.
Xander was so tired of swimming upstream, struggling against the need that built inside him until he couldn’t stand it anymore and had to find relief. How many nights had he longed for Spike to be able to relieve the ache?
Instead of the protest he knew Spike expected, Xander reached down and hooked his hands under his knees, holding himself open for Spike.
Spike roared, pushing inside him violently and Xander screamed. He wasn’t anywhere close to prepared enough for this and his body rebelled. He dug his fingernails into the backs of his thighs, in an effort to hold on during the vampire’s brutal pounding.
“That’s it, Xander, fucking take it,” Spike panted, even as he shifted angles and began to hit Xander’s prostate on every violent thrust. “Want you to realize that your body sees me as Master, even if you can’t get that through your thick head.”
The truth of Spike’s words cut to the bone, even through the sharp tearing burning pain Xander was so fucking hard. His balls were drawn up tightly against his body and his painfully hard cock slapped up and down on his belly in time with Spike’s forceful thrusts. It was almost perfect; the only thing that would make it better would be if Spike could bite him.
Spike came to the same conclusion and his face shifted, fangs descending. “Tell me you want me for more than a quick toss,” he demanded. “Tell me you’re mine!”
What little bit of resistance Xander had left, crumbled. “I’m yours,” he whispered, and finally felt free.
Spike struck. The vampire’s fangs were buried deep in his neck. Xander felt flesh and muscle part, and the room began to swim for the second time that evening.
Xander didn’t realize he’d wound his hands in Spike’s hair to draw him closer, or that his legs wrapped around Spike’s hips. He didn’t even feel the warm splatter of his orgasm as it painted their bellies, or the cool rush of fluid as the vampire spilled inside him. All he knew was that he finally felt at peace.
He felt Spike push something to his lips and then he was drinking something cool and coppery: Spike’s blood. It was familiar but different, much stronger than what he’d obviously tasted before.
“Drink deep, pet.”
Xander drank until he lost consciousness, passing out for the third and final time that evening.
~*~*~*~*~
Spike gazed down at the boy lying next to him, his Claimed.
He’d moved things to the bedroom, stretching Xander out on the bed before hastily stripping them both. Spike traced the wound on Xander’s throat reverently. The human was still pale, and would likely remain that way, but the pinched look around his eyes was gone. The infusion of blood was already working. The ugly bruise on his cheek was starting to heal as well.
Was like a gift from Satan himself, Xander dropping into his lap so soon after he’d been chipped. He shuddered to think of what would have happened to him if he hadn’t been able to retain that tiny bit of his demon nature.
The incomplete claim had hovered between them, though, taunting Spike. Possession was the law in the demon world, and it ate at him that he couldn’t take what he wanted.
Every time Xander’s need ratcheted up, Spike felt it too. It made him quick to anger and his barbs razor-sharp. Pushing the boy away when he wanted nothing more than to draw him close and feed, fangs itching to sink into the virgin flesh of his throat.
It was bliss watching Xander finally capitulate and accept Spike’s ownership.
Now, Xander was marked so deeply that even if he wanted to, he couldn’t refuse Spike. All that remained was for Spike to draw him away from his meddling little friends. Boy already avoided Buffy, thank Christ. She was so involved in her own affairs anyway that she didn’t seem to notice. Willow would be the biggest hurdle, but Spike was confident that he could get Xander to drop her, too.
Then they’d get the hell out of this miserable town and go somewhere safe: far away from the slayer, Angel and the rest of the do-gooders.
He’d feed him blood as often as he could, watching the boy’s soul slip away slowly until there was almost nothing left. And then one night when Xander was needy and begging for it, Spike would turn him.
The thought made his cock stir and Spike grinned wickedly. The boy wouldn’t wake for a few hours; be nice to have him marked proper in Spike’s scent when that happened.
The End
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