Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
WarpedMindedYaoi and NightmareAhead
Spike flicked away his cigarette as he walked down the streets of Sunnydale. He didn’t have a destination in mind; he just wanted to get away from Dru for a while. Her crazy rambling was starting to get on his nerves.
Walking down a dark street, he heard a sniffle and looked up to find a small boy sitting on the stoop of what he assumed was his house. Figuring he could get a quick snack out of the boy, the vampire sauntered up and sat down next to him.
Xander looked up at the man that sat next to him. "Hi. A-are you a friend of my dad's or mom's? ‘Cause they aren't home right now. They just left. Dad was yelling at mom for being worthless and having a fag as a son. Hey, what's a fag? Is it bad?" he said all in rapid fire, and in one breath. Xan's light brown eyes were sad and confused as he looked at the blonde man.
Spike raised a scarred eyebrow and answered the boy without thinking, "According to you Americans a fag is someone who likes the same sex as them. And some people think it's bad. Based on what you said I would say your da’ thinks it's bad." He shook his head to regain his control. Vamping out, he growled, "Listen, kid, I'm just here for a snack, not to hear your sad life story."
Xander frowned as he looked at Spike's vamped out face, "Ohhh... so are you my imaginary friend?! But... why would you eat me then?" He reached up and touched Spike's face gently, "You’re soft, even though your face looks sharp."
Spike growled louder, pissed off. "I'm not your bloody imaginary friend! I'm a vampire! A master vampire at that! You're supposed to be so scared you wet yourself. Although I rather you not," he added as a second thought.
Xander giggled, "You’re goofy. You know, you shouldn't yell at kids. My teacher says it's bad. But I could never tell my parents that, they might get mad." He looked at his shoelace and reached down to try to tie it, but he couldn't, "Can you help me please?"
Again, without thinking, Spike got up and moved to tie the boy’s shoe. When he was done he sat back down next to the kid and sighed loudly when realization of what he did hit him. Knowing that at this rate he wouldn’t eat the boy, he held out his hand, "The name's Spike."
Xander smiled brightly and shook Spike's hand, "I'm Alexander, but I don't like that so my friends call me Xander. You can call me that! Since your my new friend." He leaned over and hugged the blonde vampire tightly.
Spike's eyes went comically wide and he held his hands up as the child hugged him. Awkwardly, he lowered a hand and patted Xander's back before gently pushing the boy away.
"Yeah, let's not do that again. And keep the friend thing to yourself, I have a reputation to protect."
Xander laughed and shook his head, "Silly, no one else can see my imaginary friend. You’re all mine," he whispered the last sentence softly. "I can hide you in my bedroom and mom and dad won't even know you are there! You can take care of me and help me learn school stuff! I-I could show you my toys!" he was so excited he started jumping up and down.
Spike sighed and ran his hands over his face. Not bothering to correct Xander on the imaginary friend part, he focused on the other things the boy said. "I'm not going to live in your bloody closet, I've got a place of my own. And speaking of which, I should head back there," he said as he got up and started down the walkway. Pausing, he turned around and looked at the young boy. "You should go inside, Xan. It's not safe out here."
Xander nodded, "Are you gonna come here tomorrow? My room is right up there," he pointed up at the window with a small blue light glowing from inside. He was bright with smiles as he started walking to the door, "Just don't forget me Spike. You can't have any more kids, just me." He grinned as he walked into his house and shut the door.
The next night Spike left a still rambling Dru and went on another walk. For reasons he didn’t dare analyze, he found himself walking straight to Xander's house, jumping onto the roof, and knocking on the window the boy pointed out to him the night before.
Xander opened the window and looked out. "Spike is that you?" he whispered, his voice sounding like something was caught in his throat, or his nose was plugged. He didn't want his imaginary friend to know he was crying. "H-How about you come here tomorrow... I-I don't feel well," he lied. Badly.
Spike shrugged and turned to leave, but stopped and turned back, something bothering him about Xander's voice.
“Say ‘Come in, Spike,’” he ordered.
Xander followed the order and said, “’Come in, Spike.’”
The vampire opened the window all the way and climbed in before the boy could try and stop him. Seeing the boy crying, Spike folded his arms and ask, "What's wrong, Xan?"
Xander let out a sniffle as he wrapped his arms around Spike. "Dad hurt me again. He was calling me those names and he hit me." His eyes were wide as he pulled back and looked at Spike. "I don't want you to leave me alone with him again, please," he begged.
Spike made Xander sit down on the bed and sat next to him. After sitting in silence for a few minutes while he thought, he finally spoke, "I can't take you with me. I'm evil, Xan. And the people I live with are evil too. I'm sorry that your dad doesn’t treat you right, but all I can do about it is kill him."
Xander's eyes went wide, "You can't do that! Mom will be sad, and then she might blame me." He got on his knees, "Please, you can live at your home, and I will stay here, you don't have to hurt my dad. You can just visit every night. Also the day if you really want to, but you have to hide from my parents."
Spike sighed loudly and lay back on the bed. "Vampires can’t go out in the sun, Xan."
Figuring he had nothing better to do, he patted the spot on the bed next to him for Xander to sit next to him and then proceeded to tell the young boy everything he knew about vampires.
Xander was listening in awe, his face innocent, and showing he was listening intently. "Wow," he would say every now and then, or "Cool."
He kept moving closer to his vampire until his body was resting against Spike's side, his head on the blonde's shoulder.
"You won't let Dru hurt me, will you?" he asked, after Spike talked about how Dru loved to snack on little children.
Spike shook his head, "Nah. I think she would like you and wouldn't kill you anyway. You're... different and she likes that. She would probably want you to play dolls with her," he snorted.
Xander smiled, "Dolls are fun. I play with Willow sometimes. She's my best friend, I have known her since we started kindergarten." He had a sweet smile on his face as he shut his eyes a little, "I'm feelin' sleepy. Are you?"
Spike looked down and saw how tired the small boy was. He got up off the bed and tucked Xander into the Batman sheets.
"It's late, you get some sleep. I'll be back tomorrow night."
Xander gripped onto Spike's hand and pulled him down, and kissed his cheek, "Thank you for caring. I know you don't really like me that much, but I care about you a lot."
Spike didn't say anything, simply nodded and left through the window, going back to the warehouse he was currently residing in.
He was surprised when he entered to find Dru out of bed and standing by the entrance, swaying back and forth to music only heard by her.
"Oh, Spike, your kitten cries for you when big scary men are mean. You shouldn’t hit the small kitten, Spike, you shouldn’t hit."
He knew who the ‘kitten’ was at once. “What do you want me to do about it, Dru? I can’t kill his da’ and I cant take Xander away.”
“The kitten will grow into a fierce cat, but always remain your kitten, Spikey.”
Spike nodded and steered Drusilla back to bed where he tucked her in before getting undressed and climbing in next to her.
Spike woke up and jumped out of bed as soon as the sun went down. He got dressed and told the minions to go out and have a good time, before leaving himself. After hunting down a meal and drinking his fill, the vampire made his way to a now familiar street, jumped onto the roof, and knocked on the window.
Xander slowly crawled out of his bed and hobbled over to the window and opened it. He gave a small smile, his face red, showing how warm he was. His eyes looked tired.
"Hello, Spike," he sniffed, "I'm not feelin' well. Mom is making me go to sleep early. I am just glad school isn't tomorrow." He took a deep breath, and then started to cough violently. "Sowwy."
Spike gently pushed Xander aside before climbing through the window into the room.
"Get back in bed, bit," he said and guided the boy back to the bed. When he was done making sure Xander was comfortable in bed he felt the small child's forehead and hissed, "You're burning up, Xan. Maybe I should leave you to get some rest."
Xander felt his face bunch up, getting ready to cry. "Don't leave me," he begged, his eyes filling with tears as he grabbed onto Spike's hand tightly. "I promise I won't get you sick, I promise!" He started to struggle to get out of bed to be near the vampire.
Spike quickly sat down on the bed and pushed Xander to lie back down. "Calm down. Calm down. I'll stay if you want me to that badly," he soothed the worked up boy. "Besides, you can’t get me sick. Another perk of being a vamp," he went into game face and smiled, showing off his long fangs.
Xander smiled as he reached up and touched a fang. He let out a hiss of pain as his finger was cut by a sharp tooth.
"Owwie! Those are mean fangs," he pouted as he looked around the room. "Can you get me a cold wash cloth to put on my forehead? The bathroom is right outside of my door in the hall. Please?"
Spike nodded silently and went to get the boy a cold washcloth. As he was wetting the cloth the couldn’t stop licking the fang that Xander had cut himself on. He had never tasted blood so good before, even with the sickness he could taste, and he had had Slayers blood before. Shaking his head, he rung out the washcloth and brought it back to the sick child, placing it on his forehead.
"Get some sleep, Xan. I've got to go," he said and left before the boy could protest.
Xander lay down and looked sorrowfully at the window as Spike climbed out and went away. He slowly fell into a fitful sleep.
It was a year to the day that Spike first met Xander on the stoop to the boy's house. He got up that night and got dressed in record time, sticking the present he got for the boy deep into his duster pocket. Ignoring Dru and the minions he quickly made his way out of the warehouse and to Xander's house. Just like he did almost every night for the past year, Spike jumped onto the roof and knocked on the boy's window.
Xander looked up and smiled brightly at Spike, like every other time he saw him. "Hey. What are you up to?" He was seven in a week or so and he was so excited. "Did ya get me a pressie?" he used one of Spike's words as he grinned and hugged Spike tightly, "I don't know about you, but I feel tons older."
Spike laughed and picked Xander up, tossing him on the bed that still had the same Batman sheets.
"Yeah, I got you a pressie, I just don’t think you deserve it now," he teased and started to tickle the boy.
Xander started to laugh and giggle loudly, glad his parents were out of the house so him and Spike don't have to whisper.
"Noo! I deserve it!" he laughed as he tried to tickle Spike. "It's not fair, you have super strength. I have... child strength." He fake pouted as he pretended to huff and turn over, "Fine."
Spike sat up and riffled through his duster pocket until he found the small wrapped box. He played with it for a bit, debating whether to give it to Xander or not, he didn’t know if the boy would like it. He sighed and tossed it onto the boy’s chest.
"Fine, ya brat. There ya go."
Xander quickly unwrapped it and slowly opened it. He gasped when he saw a beautiful necklace, "Oh Spike!" He looked up at his idol in awe, "Thank you. It's pretty." He hugged his blonde vampire friend tightly. "You’re the best imaginary friend ever!"
Spike took the small velvet box from Xander's hands; he removed its contents and then put the box back in his pocket.
“I had this made just for you, pet.”
He fastened the silver chain around Xander’s neck and held the pendent hanging off it with a smile. The pendent was of a railroad spike.
Xander kept looking down at his new necklace, "It’s perfect! So I can never forget you." He smiled shyly at Spike, "Thank you so much. You will always be my best friend." He hugged the vampire tightly.
Spike, now used to the hugs, patted the boys back in reciprocation. After letting the boy hug him for a while, Spike gently pushed him away and stood up. "I've got some business I need to take care of. Happy early birthday, Xan. I'll be back tomorrow."
Xander gave a sideways grin, his eyes looking at Spike. He smiled as he kissed Spike's cheek, then turned around and lay down in his bed.
Spike wiped his face as if he were disgusted by the kiss when he was actually touched. After making sure the boy was comfortable in bed, he made his way out the window and down the street.
It was a few days later that Spike was finally able to visit Xander. Unfortunately, it was only to tell the boy that he had to leave town for a while. He made his way onto the roof and knocked on Xander's window softly, dreading having to tell his little friend.
Xander bounced over to the window and started to make faces at Spike. He was trying so hard not to giggle, but he couldn't hold it in any longer and he started to laugh as he opened the window.
"Hey! You’re a little early. Lookie here! I am still wearing the necklace." He was so proud of it he strutted everywhere, showing the necklace to anyone that cared.
When Xander saw Spike's expression he frowned and touched the blonde's face, "What's the matter?"
Spike climbed in through the window and sat on the boy's bed, patting the spot next to him for Xander to sit. He reached into his pocket and carefully pulled out a first edition Spider-Man comic and handed it to Xander.
"I need you to look after this... while I'm gone," he said softly, hopping the present would lessen the blow of him leaving.
Xander had a confused smile on his face as he took the comic.
"Leaving? Uh…" he looked at his open door, and quickly went to shut it. He turned around and came back. "I-I don't understand? I thought you were gonna stay with me? Just... just wait ‘til I turn 18, then we can leave together!" he started to get upset, and tears filled his eyes. "Please?" he stepped closer, his body starting to shake.
Spike placed his hands on Xander's shoulders, "Remember Dru? She's sick, Xan. That's why I came to Sunnydale, to try and find a cure. I think there might be one in Prague, so I have to bring Dru there as soon as I can. I'll be back after I cure her, I promise."
Xander started to shake his head, "No! You can't leave me, I won't let you! You’re MY imaginary friend, not anyone else’s!" His eyes flashed darker as he stomped closer to Spike, "I wanna go too." He felt himself go to his knees as he begged, "Please don't leave me. I won't make it here without you."
Spike got up and started to pace. "I can't take you with me, Xan! You're just a kid! I'll come back, I promise. I just have to get Dru healthy again." He sat back down on the bed and pulled Xander onto it to sit with him. He handed Xander the comic, "This," he then pointed to the necklace he gave the boy, "and this are my promise to you that I will come back." Standing up, he kissed Xander on the cheek before walking to the window. "I'll be back, Xan. Be a good kid and don't die while I'm gone," he said before disappearing out the window and into the night.
Xander grabbed one of his lamps and threw it at the window, not caring about the loud shattering sound it made. He cried and laid down on the ground, not caring about what happens.
"I HATE YOU SPIKE! I wish I never met you!" he sobbed, his heart heavy, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. Xander had lost his best friend and the person he trusted the most.
Spike flicked his cigarette out the window of his DeSoto as he drove over the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign. It's been over ten years since he was last here, but he'd finally made it back like he promised. He left as soon as Dru was dust on the floor, her last words were to go find his kitten and that’s what he was doing.
Pulling into the abandoned ware-house he parked and jumped out, not wanting to waste any time. He soon found himself at the house he met the boy at so many years ago. Hopping onto the roof he looked inside the window and saw that no one seemed to be in it. Growling, he jumped down and knocked on the door, determined to find his friend.
Xander rolled his eyes as he heard a knocking on his door, "Vampires beware," he whispered to himself.
Xan opened the door and raised a brow, "Isn't it a little early to be trick or treating? And aren't you a little old to do it?" He was trying not to laugh at the Billy Idol look alike. "So… how can I help ya?"
His brown eyes were bright, his hair was shaggy, and had some darker tones in it. His skin was a light tan, from all the outside work he had been doing over the years. He was wearing a shirt, but on the outside, around his neck, was the necklace Spike gave him when he was little.
Spike smiled when he recognized the smell of the boy and the necklace he gave him for his 7th birthday.
"Boy, you have grown, Xan!" he whistled in appreciation and looked the now young man up and down.
Xander frowned, "Uh... do I know you?" He waved his hand up and down, "’Cause you really don't look familiar."
When Spike had left Xander, Xan told himself that it was never real. That whenever Spike came over it wasn’t real and he made it all up. So he had forgot about the cute blonde vampire that was in his room every night.
Spike put on a look of hurt. "You don't remember your old pal Spike? I'm hurt, Xan! And after I gave you that necklace and everything," he reached out and played with the pendent of the railroad spike around Xander's neck.
Xander's eyes went wide as he looked at Spike in shock, "Spike?!" he squeaked as his eyes rolled back, his body starting to collapse from him fainting.
Spike quickly caught Xander before he could hit the floor. He carried the boy inside and lay him on the couch, relieved that he couldn’t hear the heartbeat of the boy's parents.
"Guess you were surprised to see me," he said aloud and sat down, placing Xander's head on his lap and running his hands through the shaggy brown hair.
Xander groaned as he regained consciousness, "Ugh... I could have sworn I saw an imaginary friend show up at my house," he chuckled weakly as he rolled his head back and forth.
He felt a cool hand touching his head and he looked up. When he saw Spike he let out a terrified yell and fell off the couch, "How are you here?!"
Spike sat back and laughed, "What do you mean 'how are you here'? I told you I would come back. Granted, it took me a while, but I'm here now!" He took a cigarette out of his duster pocket and played around with it, a nervous habit.
Xander started to hyperventilate, "I thought you were just an imaginary friend. I had no idea you were real! Hey! You could have killed me easily." His eyes were wide as he looked at the vampire, "So... are you gonna kill me now that I have meat on my bones... wait, you don't eat flesh, you just drink blood." He started to talk to himself, "Buffy would freak out if she knew I was friends with a vampire when I was little, she will totally stake him for it."
Spike arched a scarred eyebrow and looked at the boy like he was insane. "Who's Buffy? Who the bloody hell names their kid 'Buffy'?" he waved his arms as if to dismiss what he just said, "I'm not gonna kill you, Xan. I'm here to take you with me. I promised I would come back when Dru was cured and she's... well not cured, but gone. So I came back to get you."
Xander shook his head, "Buffy, one of my best friends, is The Vampire Slayer." He slowly stood up and sat down on the couch. "So... you just decide, 'Oh... now I can go get Xan now that my princess is gone.' I was always second then. So, no, Spike. I won't go with you. I can't even trust you anymore. I don't even know who you ARE anymore!" He slapped the vampire hard across the face, "You utter prick! You leave me with my abusive parents, just so you can try to find a cure for a crazy vampire that ends up dying!"
Spike vamped out and grabbed Xander's hand. He growled loudly and snapped his teeth in front of the boy's face.
"Don’t hit me, Xander," he said in a deep voice. "And yes, you were second. She was my sire! Remember when I explained to you what all of that meant? But now she's gone so you move up a rank, to number one."
Xander yanked his hand out of Spike's tight grip, "Fuck you. I don't want to be on your list anymore." He spat on Spike's shoes and quickly started running upstairs to his room, trying to get there before Spike could get to him.
Spike roared and jumped up, chasing after Xander. He caught the boy on the stairs and held him up against the wall with one hand on his throat. He smiled evilly, "That was very dangerous, Xander. Very, very dangerous."
Xander sneered at Spike, "I don't care. I. Don't. Care. You wouldn't, no, you couldn't hurt me if you wanted to. I loved you so much and you left me." He looked away as he tried to pull away from Spike, "I have nothing left to say to you," his eyes were full of hurt from years of being alone.
Spike sighed and moved his grip from Xander's throat to his shoulder. "You're right, I can't hurt you. But I didn’t just leave you, Xan. You were 7 years old! What was I supposed to do, take you with me on a wild goose chase for a cure that doesn’t exist with an insane vampire? You would have been dead in a week! I knew you were safer here and I thought I would be back in a couple of months, tops!"
Xander swallowed as he looked into Spike's eyes, "You could have called me or something. Let me know that you were abandoning me. Did you know that after you left, I broke my window and I was beat so hard I was unconscious for the first time in my life." He shook his head, "Nope... I am not gonna blame you. I was just a weird little kid that got attached, that's how it goes." Xander shut his eyes and leaned his head back.
Spike sighed and let go of Xander before walking down the stairs. He started to pace around the bottom of the stairs as he tried to gain control of the rage he felt building up within him.
"Xan, I'm sorry. If I knew you were in danger like that I would have figured something out. I thought your da' was just verbally abusing you, not physically."
Xander was shaking his head, "No, my mom was the verbal abuser. My dad was the physical. Remember, I showed you some of the bruises on me, and a few cuts, but all you said is, 'Damn mate, you are so clumsy.' I was too nervous to correct you and tell you it was my dad beating me for talking too loud to myself... when I was really talking to you." He rubbed his face, "I don't think I can ever trust you anymore."
Spike could feel the rage building more and more; he had to get out of there. He didn’t want to leave Xander, but he remembered something that Dru said to him once, "Your kitten will follow when you have the milk, my Spike," and although he didn’t know exactly what she meant, he could guess it meant that Xander would come to him when he was ready.
Nodding his head, as if to answer his lost Sire, Spike then looked up the stairs and smiled, somewhat sadly. "I'll be here when you need me, Xan," he said before turning and leaving out the front door, back to the warehouse.
Xander slowly stepped down the stairs and watched Spike walk away from his house. He was so glad his parents left the house, thinking it was haunted a few years ago, giving it up to their son. He smiled as he went and sat on the couch in the living room.
"I would have fallen in love with you if you had stayed."
It was a few days after Spike had seen Xander for the first time in ten years and he was still waiting for the boy to come to him. When he wasn’t wandering around the streets of Sunnnydale he was drinking and smoking himself to a second death. At the moment he was walking around the town, smoking, and trying to figure out how to hurry Xander along.
Xander was walking outside with Buffy, watching her stake the fledges that just came from underground.
"Good one, Buff," he grinned. His grin faded as he saw Spike head towards them, "Uh... Buffy, let's go home."
Buffy looked towards the blonde heading closer and she twirled her stake, "Nah, I can take this one, Xan."
"No, Buffy, that is a master vampire. Let's just go, please?"
Spike looked up and saw Xander with, judging by the smell, the Slayer. He thought about turning around but decided against it and continued walking forward. He nodded his head to Xander and just walked past them, but swirled around and grabbed the stake that was heading towards his heart.
"That's not nice, Slayer. I was just walking by, not causing any trouble to you and your friend."
Xander's heart was in his throat when Buffy tried to stake Spike. He let out a deep breath as he rubbed his face, "Holy shit."
Spike smirked when he noticed how worried Xander was, but it was quickly off his face when he had to block a punch from the Slayer. "Do you really want to do this, pet? Do you have any idea who I am?"
Buffy tried to kick the vampire but it was blocked as well. "It doesn’t matter who you are, soon you will be a pile of dust!" She tried to stake him again but he pulled it from her hand and threw it down an alley.
Xander reached out and grabbed Buffy. "Seriously, Buff, go home," he was stern and his face was serious. "Do not continue to fight him. I know him alright?" He pushed his friend away, "You go get your stake and go home to Dawnie, alright?"
Buffy was glaring at Xander as she ran over to get her stake and then walked home.
"Spike," he whispered softly, his eyes sad.
Spike put his hands in his duster pockets, smiled, and then shrugged, "I'm fine. Should have expected it from a Slayer. Sorry about that. Next time I'll cross the road to avoid her." He turned to walk away, hoping Xander would stop him.
Xander reached out and grasped Spike's arm. "Please don't leave me again," he begged. He stepped closer to the vampire and rested his head in the blonde's neck. "I missed you so much," he whispered.
Spike hugged Xander back tightly. "I missed you too, pet. You have to believe me, I wanted to come back sooner but I couldn’t," he whispered back. "Come on, let’s get you home."
Xander nodded tearfully as he started to walk home with Spike. "I don't know about you, but I feel like watching Benny Hill, and a bunch of other, old comedy shows." He leaned against Spike as he sniffled. "You smell good," he laughed softly.
Spike laughed and pulled Xander close to his side as they walked. When they got to Xander's house they went inside and started to watch TV. The vampire kept the human right up against his side, his arm wrapped around his shoulders.
Xander rested his head on Spike's shoulder. "How much do you like me?" he asked casually. His hand was rubbing Spike's stomach and he inched it under his shirt and started rubbing Spike's toned body.
Spike shivered when the warm hand touched his cold skin and he felt himself start to grow hard. He tried to hide his hard on by crossing his legs.
Clearing his throat he answered, "A lot. I like you a lot. Why do you ask?"
Xander had an evil look on his face. "’Cause I am gonna fuck you through the mattress," he purred. He didn't know why, he just felt like this was a way to get back at how Spike treated him.
Spike was shocked, but wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. He picked up Xander and ran up the stairs to the boy's bedroom and laid him down on the bed. Removing his clothes quickly, he instructed the boy to do the same and asked, "You ever done anything like this before, pet?"
Xander raised a brow and nodded a little, "Yes, just once. But I topped. And I was planning on topping you too." He reached up and smoothed back Spike's hair, which had gone disarray in the run upstairs.
Spike hesitated, not sure he wanted to be topped. "I'm not so sure about that, Xan. Maybe I should just top this time." He climbed onto the bed and placed his naked body over Xander's, kissing the warm naked skin.
Xander frowned and shook his head, "No... I can't. I don't trust anyone enough to do that. I want you to trust me, before I can trust you." He knew that sounded odd, but he had to give it a try.
Spike sighed, but nodded his head in acceptance. "Okay, Xan, just for you," he said before rolling them over so that Xander was now on top. He pulled the brunette into a deep kiss to try and distract himself from over-thinking what was about to take place.
Xander cheered inside, his face broke into a grin. "Thank you," he said softly as he kissed back. He carefully started to stretch Spike with plenty of lube. "Don't worry, baby," he gently pressed into Spike and kept pushing until he was balls deep.
Spike vamped out and growled in pleasure, loving the feel of Xander's large cock in him. "Oh, Xan! Bloody hell!" he yelled out and started to fist his own hard dick.
Xander bit his lip as he moaned loudly. His cock was being squeezed in what felt like was liquid silk, so cool, and smooth. "Oh... fuck," he gasped, his hips moving at a fast pace. "So fucking tight, Spike. Wish I could fuck you forever."
Spike moaned and threw his head back, truly enjoying the fucking. He wrapped his legs around Xander's waist tightly and pulled the boy down for a deep kiss.
Xander started to fuck harder, "You know what, baby?" he gave a sharp thrust. "I. want. you. to. scream. my. name." he purred as he reached down and gripped Spike's cock tightly in his fist, and started to stroke him up and down, "I wanna see you shoot. And I will lick it all up."
Spike couldn't hold back any longer, he yelled out Xander's name as he came hard. His hole clenched around the warm cock in him and continued to cum. He finally finished and lay panting for unneeded breath.
Xander had come right after Spike started to. He whimpered as he slowly pulled his cock out of Spike and he sat up, a grim smile on his face. "You’re gonna have to go. I always have people that are 'beneath me' go home right after sex," he sneered, "How does it feel to have your heart stomped on?"
Shocked and hurt by the words, Spike jumped up and quickly got dressed, the words 'beneath me' running through his head in both Xander and Cecily’s voices. He turned to leave, but turned back around, snarling at Xander in game face, "Beneath you?!"
Xander raised his chin, "Yes. You always will be," he said in a harsh, but blank voice.
Deep down, Xander would never feel that way. In fact... he was in love with Spike, but he had to get him away. "How about you fuck off now."
"No I will not 'fuck off now,' ya prick! I want to know what the bloody hell your problem is! You didn’t think I was beneath you ten years ago! Or a half hour ago when you wanted to fuck me into the mattress! What the bloody fuck is wrong with you?!" Spike shouted into Xander's face.
Xander frowned, "It was all a game to me. I never really wanted to fuck you, you were just too easy to give up," he chuckled as he turned around and walked to the other side of the bed. "Ten years ago, I was left by someone I was loving, now you know what I felt like!"
Spike started to pace the room in anger, his yellow eyes glued to the floor. "What do you want me to do, Xan?! You want me to... to... I don't know, stop killing? Done! You want me to buy you everything you ever dreamed of? Done! Just name it, Xander and it's yours!"
Xander stepped closer, "I want you to never leave me... even if Drusilla comes back from the dead. I want you to stay with me and tell her off." He felt the tears in his eyes. "I was so happy I met you when I was little. If I would have known I was gay then... I would have asked you to marry me when I was seven," he let out a small laugh, his tears falling down his cheeks. "If you stop killing, I would be so proud of you, but... I don't want you to do it cause you have to... I want you to... be willing to do it because you want to."
Spike pulled Xander into his arms and held him close. "I swear I will never leave you again, Xan. I probably would have said no to the proposal from a seven year old you, but I still would have come back, just like I did," he laughed. "About the not killing thing, we'll give it a try and see how it works out. That sound good?"
Xander sighed softly as he laid his head down on Spike's shoulder. "Okay. I will give you one... just one more chance. The killing thing would be a big plus, and we can give it a try. I will make sure to keep you full of human blood all the time." He kissed Spike tenderly, "I love you."
Spike smiled and kissed Xander back softly. "Yeah, I love you too, ya nut," he laughed. He pushed the still naked boy down on the bed and started to tickle him just like he did all the time when Xander was little.
Xander started to laugh and struggle to get away, "No! No!" he giggled as he reached up and tried to tickle Spike back. "No fair! You still got super strength." He stopped and looked at Spike with a small smile on his face, when he realized he said the exact same thing he did when he was little.
"Wasn't fair back then, not fair now," Spike smiled and sat down on Xander's stomach. He looked out the window and saw that the sun was coming up, "Looks like I'm spending the day here. So what do we do now?"
Xander put his hands behind his head, "How about you show me just how talented your tongue really is," he smirked and arched his hips upwards.
Spike pretended to think about it for a while, his eyes raised to the ceiling. Finally he answer, "Nah," before rolling off of Xander and lying down next to him. He started to fake snoring loudly even though he didn’t breathe.
Xander rolled his eyes, "You know... I tend to get smarter as I get older." He remembered a time when he was little begging for a bedtime story and Spike would sometimes do that exact same thing. "Please?" he begged and gave the puppy dog eyes.
Spike sighed, "Fine," before rolling over and taking Xander's still soft cock into his cool mouth in the blink of an eye. He sucked and licked until Xander was hard and leaking precum.
"Mmm, pet, you taste good. And you have such a lovely cock, nice and big and thick."
Xander was shaking as his eyes rolled back into his head. His thighs were shaking as he kept giving aborted thrusts, trying to fuck the cool mouth that was sucking him like a Hoover. He kept breathing through his nose, still moaning, even though his mouth was shut, it was vibrating his throat.
Spike smirked as he bobbed his head up and down on Xander's cock. He started to hum, sending vibrations through the human’s dick, trying to drive him closer and closer to cumming.
Xander let out a wail as he covered his face. His hips thrust up sharply as he came hard into Spike's mouth.
"Oh… holy shit... oh my GOD," he gasped, and was left a panting quivering mess.
Spike swallowed all of Xander's cum hungrily, before licking his dick clean. He moved up the bed and lay down next to the brunette with a cocky smile on his face.
"So... everything you dreamed of?"
Xander's head rolled to face Spike. "Guh," he mumbled, as he shut his eyes and weakly lifted an arm and put it around Spike's chest.
"What did you think of me when I was a kid?"
"I thought you were a snot nosed little brat," Spike instantly answered. After sitting in silence for a bit he admitted, "I liked you. You were... different. But in a good way. I don't know how to explain it, but I felt like you were somehow important to me. To my future. So I let you live. Now I'm glad I did."
Xander gave a sad smile, "I wanted you to be only mine. But I knew Dru had you by the bollocks," he grinned. "I loved you the moment I saw you vamp out. Remember that?" He looked at Spike, "You were talking about making a snack out of me… and I just touched your face."
"How could I forget?" Spike laughed, "Was the first, and last, time someone didn’t scream and piss themselves at the sight of my demon. Not to mention some little bit like you." He wrapped his arm around Xander and ruffled his shaggy hair with the other.
Xander laughed as he kissed Spike's chest. "I remember when I gave you a kiss on the cheek. It never stopped amazing you did it?" he turned his head up to look at Spike.
Spike smirked and ran his hand through Xander's hair. "Nope. You were one amazing kid. You still are," he whispered before leaning down and kissing the human lightly on the lips.
Xander sighed in the kiss, and he opened his mouth happily. His tongue moved over to Spike's mouth and he teased the vampire's tongue. "Mmm," he moaned into the kiss.
Spike moaned into the kiss as well before pulling back and smiling. "Mmm. Your mouth tastes good. Your cock tastes good," he kissed Xander's shoulder, "And your skin tastes good. I bet your blood tastes as good as I remember."
Xander shivered as he reluctantly turned his head to the side. On his neck, near the shoulder was a very light vampire bite, one that Spike did not do.
Spike vamped out and jumped off the bed, growling louder than he ever had before. "What the bloody fucking hell is that?!" he roared and pointed to Xander's neck.
Xander quickly reached up and touched his neck, thinking something deadly was on it. He got a sad look on his face when he felt the scar. "That... is a vampire bite." He looked away from Spike, "I-I got it when I turned 14. It was dark, and I was running home, ‘cause I figured that there was crazy shit going on. But a vampire grabbed me from behind and bit into my neck. I was in such shock I couldn't move my body to fight against it. Then when I started to feel dizzy I started to struggle and the vampire stopping drinking and laughed at me. I pulled away and kicked at him, and he fell back onto a tree branch and was dusted," he said it all in a soft tone.
Spike had stopped growling as Xander talked but picked it right back up when he was done. His demon seemed to take over as he climbed back onto the bed and started to lick the human’s neck, still growling. After giving Xander's neck a tongue bath, Spike growled out, "Mine!" before biting deeply over the scars that were already there, claiming Xander as his own.
Xander let out a gasp of pain, but it slowly melted into pleasure and contentment. He sighed softly as he ran his fingers through Spike's blonde hair.
"It's okay, I will always be yours," he whispered soothingly.
Spike's growl turned into a purr when Xander's blood hit his tongue. He swallowed a few mouthfuls before he reluctantly forced himself to stop drinking. He removed his fangs gently and licked the wound clean. Nuzzling Xander's neck, he started to laugh, "Damn. That is even better than I remembered."
Xander laughed breathlessly, "It felt like I found the perfect thing for me. Or perfect person." He looked up at Spike shyly. He shut his eyes and moved to lie down, "I am getting a little tired now. Gonna sleep, alright?"
Spike pulled Xander so that his head was on his chest and ran his hand up and down his body. "That sounds like a good idea, pet," he sighed as he closed his eyes and soon fell asleep with a warm, full belly.