Distracted

by
Wildepet

Part Five

Xander anxiously checked the street outside again from the safety of his room. No bleach-blond vampire in sight. He buttoned his red shirt, and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Not bad, if he could say so himself. So, party time it was. Although he honestly wasn't in the mood. Especially because he wasn't invited. But he'd promised he'd keep an eye on Buffy and as Buffy insisted on going to that stupid frat party without telling anyone, it was up to him to make sure she'd be all right.

And, no, he wasn't jealous. Well, maybe he was. But he really couldn't ask Angel to come along, could he? He'd probably rip that other guy's throat out for just looking at Buffy. Angel's reaction when he had realised that Xander was more than interested in Buffy had led him to the conclusion that a jealous vampire was not a pretty sight to behold. Even if he had a soul.

So here he was now, all on his lonesome, wandering through the deserted streets of Sunnydale, hours after sunset and pondering on his supreme idiocy He was carrying a duffel bag filled to the brim with stakes, bottles of holy water and a couple of crosses, and there was an extra stake in his pocket, just in case.

After ten endless minutes he reached the frat house. Cordy's car was sitting in the drive, so the girls were already there. He scanned the building, looking for a way to get in, and finally spotted an open window.

"Right," he muttered. "let's party." He deposited his bag in the bushes by the window and climbed - or rather fell - inside.

Spike roamed the streets, looking for someone or something to take out his frustrations on. Unfortunately it seemed to be a quiet night. So far he'd only run into the odd middle-aged couple and entertained himself by scaring the crap out of some, but so far nothing remotely edible had crossed his path.

With a sigh he headed towards the campus. There was bound to be some tasty young stud wandering the University grounds. He heard music coming from one of the frat houses and grinned. A party. Just what he'd been looking for. Free booze, - not that he ever actually paid for anything - lots of drunk kids, probably, an all-you-can-bloody-eat for vampires. Perfect.

He peered inside through an open window and noted satisfied that the majority of party guests was busy humiliating one of the poor sods who was stupid enough to want to join their ranks. Tough luck. Spike jumped through the open window and nonchalantly grabbed two glasses from the tray another half-naked pledge was carrying past him. Sipping on his drinks, he went into the other direction, looking for his dinner. Or someone to punch on. Whatever. Ironically he found his meal in the kitchen.

"Hey," he said to the bloke who was just putting on a dark robe.

"What are you doing here?"

"Me? Oh,I'm looking for something to eat." He vamped out. "And it looks as though I've found it."

Xander stood outside the frat house, trembling with anger and humiliation. Furiously he wiped the lipstick off with the back of his hand and tossed the stuffed bra to the ground. So much for his heroic attempt to protect Buffy's honour.

He stalked off into the shadows to get dressed in his own clothes again, when the clutter of a dustbin distracted him. "Yes, I am officially very mad," he thought, when he went to investigate. He inched closer to the building and spotted a couple of robed figures through the windows, apparently heading for the basement. Well, he'd worry about that later. He went around a corner and spotted two figures in the semi-darkness, a few feet away.

"Hey!" he called out.



Spike whirled around, growling and definitely not pleased about the interruption. It just wasn't polite. He was more than ready to rip the intruder's throat out and have his entrails for dessert when he realised just who had walked in on his little dinner party. Carelessly he dropped the mostly dead frat boy to the ground.

Xander had apparently not yet recognized him. It was after all pretty dark out here. And what the hell was he doing here anyway, half-naked, wearing nothing but a flimsy ... skirt?

Oh fuck. Xander stopped dead when he realised that he had somehow managed to disturb a vampire. The growl and the yellow eyes that were now fixed on him told him all he needed to know. He automatically reached for his stake. Which was in his pants.

Which he'd dropped when he'd heard the noise. How very clever of him. The yellow eyes were slowly coming closer. And what the hell was he doing here, standing glued to the spot? He took a step backwards. And another.

"Look, sorry I interrupted you.I'll just ..."

He turned around and ran. Unsurprisingly he didn't get very far. The vampire tackled him to the ground and landed heavily on top of him, knocking the air out of his lungs. He struggled briefly but froze when he felt the vampire's hard-on rubbing against his barely covered ass.

"Hello pet," the vampire whispered. Xander's heart skipped a beat. Or two.

Spike almost laughed out loud. That boy was just delightful. Scared shitless for once, but he knew that if he reached around, he'd find that the lad's cock was hard as steel. He ground his own straining erection against Xander's arse again and grinned when the human's breath hitched.

"Missed me, Xander?" he purred, nipping the boy's ear more or less gently.

"No," was the choked reply.

"Aww, now I'm hurt, luv. And here I was thinking you'd put on your pretty skirt all for me."

"Fuck you."

"Still the brave little boy, aren't you?" Spike whispered. "Desperate to do the right thing. But you're all hard for me again. Wanting the thing you shouldn't want. Come on, Xander, admit you want me."

Xander groaned and prayed for the Hellmouth to open up and swallow him. Or for Buffy to rescue him. He would deal with the extra humiliation of being caught in a compromising situation with a male vampire, wearing next to nothing. Just his kind of luck to run into the very vampire he'd been trying to avoid for the past few weeks the very first time he'd left the goddamn house on his own.

"Please, don't," he whispered desperately.

Suddenly the weight on his back was gone and he was rolled over roughly. The vampire straddled his legs and pinned his arms to the ground.

"Don't what?" he asked. "Please don't fuck me? Please don't kill me?" Spike asked, eyes no longer yellow, but startlingly blue, even in the near darkness surrounding them.

"B-both?" Xander said tentatively.

"How about, please don't kiss me?" Spike continued, slowly lowering himself onto the human's body.

He claimed the warm lips in a short kiss, challenging Xander to react, as he let go of the boy's arms.

"Or how about, please don't stop?" he said, drawing back just a little to look into the widened brown eyes.

He'd expected Xander to try and throw him off as soon as he saw a chance, so he was more than surprised when a hand came up and pulled his head back down again. Telling himself that he only was buying time to give Buffy the chance to come and rescue him, Xander kissed the vampire. Spike hesitated for a moment, slightly taken aback by Xander`s reaction, wondering briefly what might have changed the boy's mind.

"Bugger this!" he thought and kissed him back.

He ravished that sweet, hot mouth for the first time in too many months. He hadn't realised that he'd actually missed this. This wasn't anything like kissing Dru. The human was breathing harshly into the kiss, his tongue actually daring to fight for dominance with his.

Spike inhaled the warmed, sweet-scenting air, recognizing the taste of the same drink he'd had earlier in Xander's mouth, as well. But the boy wasn't drunk. This was something else. Then, all of a sudden, he was pushed back and Xander was glaring at him, with a mixture of horror and disgust.

"Not a good time to realise you're making out with a vampire, kid," Spike thought as he glared back.

"What?" the vampire asked impatiently.

Xander had been so caught up in the kiss - wow, the guy can kiss - that it had taken him a while to realise that cigarettes and booze were not the only things he'd been tasting in the vampire's mouth.

"Blood!" he whispered, horrified.

Spike raised one eyebrow, and Xander found he actually had to fight the urge to touch, to feel the ragged looking scar there.

"Well, luv, I happen to be a vampire, you know," the vampire explained slowly, looking amused. "In case you hadn't noticed. I eat people."

"Yeah, well, duh," Xander replied.

They continued to stare at each other for endless moments, both obviously wondering what the fuck they were doing.

"So, don't what?" Spike said finally. Xander looked confused for a heartbeat before he caught on.

"Kill me?" he suggested.

Then he shook his head and laughed quietly. The vampire had to think he was a complete idiot. Which probably wasn't far from the truth. Mad. Mad.

"Pretty dumb request coming from the food, huh?" he said.

"Probably," Spike replied, grinning ferally. "But you never know, do you?

"So, um, is the deal still on?" Xander asked haltingly. Mad.

"What deal?"

"You said you'd consider not killing me if I was a good boy," Xander explained.

"You remember that?" Spike said, surprised. "So ... I made quite a lasting impression on you, pet, didn't I?" Xander mentally slapped himself, as the vampire smirked down at him.

"Is it still on?" he asked, nevertheless.
"Dunno... Wanna show me just how good a boy you can be?" Spike said, rocking his hips suggestively against Xander's.

Spike leered at the boy. He was certainly enjoying himself. Although his cock could do with a little more attention. He was almost painfully hard. But he held back, wanting to see how far the boy was willing to go. He smiled encouragingly when Xander started to tug at his t-shirt. Warm hands explored his body hesitatingly, and for some reason he found that mixture of obvious desire and fear almost unbearably arousing. It would be a pity to lose that too soon.

But he wanted to make the boy his, entirely. On the other hand, while Dru still needed more or less permanent supervision, and the Slayer was alive and killing, having a fledgling vampire around was probably not the best course of action. He felt Xander`s hot mouth latch onto his right nipple and gave a mental shrug. He'd go with the flow and decide what to do when the time had come. As usual. But for now ...

"Yes, pet," he whispered. "Just like that."

He took Xander's hand and guided it down between their bodies, easily supporting his own weight with one arm. He brushed the boy's fingers over his jeans-covered erection and chuckled when the human groaned and thrust up his hips, as he touched Spike's hardness.

"Want more of that, luv?" he asked. "Just go ahead."

Xander felt like he was having an out-of-body experience when the vampire took his hand and led it down to his hard cock. He barely heard what the vampire was saying. His body reacted without asking him for consent. With trembling fingers he tried to open the button-fly but failed miserably.

"Let me help you out there," Spike muttered, ripping the buttons open with one violent tug.

Cold, hard flesh met Xander's questing fingers and he gasped, surprised. The vampire grinned, and started moving his hips slowly, pushing his hard-on into the boy's hand. Xander was still marvelling at the seductive, cool and silky feel of the other man's erection when the vampire ripped away the skirt and his boxers, not caring that he was tearing the fabric. His hand was pushed aside and the cool body was lowered onto his, skin on skin.

The feeling was overwhelming, incredible. He felt every inch of the vampire's body, hard and muscled, on top of him, and the hardest bit was pressing into his hip. Strange, but not at all unpleasant. Xander felt every bit as surreal as he should, lying naked on the lawn in front of the fraternity building, making out with a half-dressed vampire, shielded from view only by a few bushes. This had to be a dream. One of many dreams he'd had about the blond vampire. Only... this felt real. Was real. Spike resumed his rocking motion, and Xander moaned.

Oh fuck. This was even better than he had expected. Spike couldn't stifle a groan when he felt his erection slide against Xander's hot hardness. It had been so long. True, he'd shagged the odd minion, and a couple of humans, but ever since Dru had been attacked, his sex life had been far from satisfying. She was hardly ever in the mood to play anymore. And, god, Xander was so hot, and instinctively responded to every little touch. And he was close, Spike could feel it.

"I'm gonna fuck you," he whispered into the mortal's ear. Xander shuddered

"No, please," he whispered, thrusting up against the vampire nevertheless.

"Hard," Spike continued. "Make you mine. And you'll love it."

"Nonono," Xander pleaded.

Spike gently nipped the boy's earlobe, and slowly kissed and licked his way down to his neck. He felt the boy stiffen briefly under him as he growled deep within his throat and shifted into his true face, but the thrusting never stopped. Their erections were trapped between their bodies, and the relentless friction was driving them both closer and closer to the edge. Spike buried his fangs in the boy's neck. And came. Oh fuck!

Xander felt Spike's fangs slide into his neck painfully and lost control. The vampire on top of him shivered and froze, and cool liquid pooled on his stomach. He knew he was going to die, and he wanted to live, he struggled, tried to push the vampire off and then he was coming, he didn't know how or why, just that it was good and he felt like he was flying, dying and he just didn't care anymore.

Part Six

With an effort Spike pushed himself off the still living, still breathing boy and came to lie on his back next to him. He wasn't entirely sure why Xander was still alive. He'd only taken a mouthful of blood, sweet, rich, young, virgin blood. He hadn't even fucked the boy. Curiously, he studied the harshly panting youth beside him.

Eyes closed, hair sweaty and dishevelled, belly covered with puddles of come. He reached out and scooped up their mixed essences with two fingers. Xander's eyes snapped open at the soft touch. Smirking, Spike moved the fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, slowly and deliberately. The boy s eyes widened with surprise.

Xander was confused. He was pretty sure that he had died but somehow he wasn't dead. And he didn't seem to be a vampire either. Nope, no superpowers coursing through his body, no urges to kill people and drink their blood. He felt perfectly normal.

Well, maybe not normal normal, but considering he'd just had, um, sex with a very male, very lethal vampire, who was currently licking come - ewww! - off his fingers and smirking at him, Xander felt surprisingly un-traumatized.

"I'm not dead," he stated.

"No," Spike replied, with a shrug, like it was no big deal.

"Right, and while I'm already feeling like an idiot for pointing that little oversight out to you, can I just make a total fool of myself and ask why?"

"Been a good boy, haven't you?" the vampire said, scooping up more come. Here, have a taste."

He brought his fingers up to Xander's mouth and Xander unwisely opened his mouth to protest. For a short moment the boy considering biting the vampire's fingers or at least spitting the come out again, but a pointed glare from Spike warned him not to.

So he swallowed, as fast as he could before he really had to taste.

"Nah, luv, I said have a taste." The vampire swiped up another glob of come.

"Taste it," he said. "Lick it off. Roll it on your tongue. Don't just swallow. We taste good together."

Warily Xander stuck out his tongue and started to lick Spike's fingers clean. It wasn't half as bad as he'd expected after all.

"There's a good boy," Spike commented with a grin.

He leaned over to clean up the last drops of come from Xander's belly. The boy inhaled sharply.

"Ticklish, are we?"

"Fuck off."

The vampire was in game face and on top of him faster than Xander could blink.

"A little more respect would be nice, pet," he hissed. "I let you live. Doesn't mean I won't change my mind. Your life is mine to take. Mine."

With that he kissed the boy possessively. He was angry. Because he'd been gentle with the boy, letting him forget that he was a vampire, that he was in charge. Because Xander had felt his moment of weakness, and challenged him to it.

Xander whimpered and moaned, scared and aroused. Flattered and confused that anyone should want him like that. Wondering why he kept forgetting - even if it was only for a brief moment - that the creature above him was a predator, and that he was the prey.

Spike looked down at the terrified youth underneath him.

"Very well," he thought grimly. "Let him be scared."

He heard people approaching and froze, listening intently. He recognized the voice of the Watcher and frowned.

"You expecting company?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"Watcher's coming." He paused. "And me Sire. Fuck."

They looked at each other. Spike half expected the boy to start screaming, but he just stared.

"Get dressed, will ya," the vampire ordered, already pulling up his jeans.

"Er..."

"Oh, yeah, right. Where's your stuff?" Spike asked, gingerly picking up the shredded skirt. "Cause I sure as hell hope this ain't what you came in."

"No," Xander replied indignantly. "My stuff is somewhere over there," he added, waving in the general direction of the house. Spike frowned.

"So, take the dead tosser's kit. 'snot like he needs them," he said. "Don't want you running into your, er, mates like this."

Xander made a face, looking like he was going to protest, but then his expression changed.

"You're serious about letting me go?" he asked incredulously. The vampire clenched his jaw angrily.

"Yeah, and now piss off already before I change my bloody mind," he hissed. Xander scrambled to his feet.

"All right, all right," he muttered quietly, without looking at Spike.

He felt very vulnerable and exposed all of a sudden, and just wanted to get away from the vampire.

"Whore," a little voice at the back of his mind screamed again and again, getting louder and louder. "Mad," another voice joined in.

He shook his head, trying to hide his pain and confusion. He started to move away, but suddenly the vampire caught his wrist and pulled him in for a kiss. A sweet, chaste kiss that was full of promises that could never be kept.

Xander blinked, and the vampire was gone. He stumbled forward, into the empty space that had been occupied by the vampire seconds earlier. He heard Willow's voice close-by and almost panicked. They were going to find him, like this, naked and bruised, smears of come still on his stomach and they'd know exactly what he had done. He staggered over to the dead body and quickly and quietly undressed the poor guy, trying hard not to think about who had killed him.

"Killer, killer, you kissed a killer," the voices in his head chanted. Kissed him, touched him, let him bite you, ate his come. And you liked it. Didn't even call for help when you could. And Buffy, Buffy could be dead by now. Because of you."

He finished dressing, pulling the dark robe over his head. "Better go and find the others," he thought, pushing the thoughts of Spike aside. And perhaps, if Buffy turned out to be fine and well, Angel wouldn't kill him at once.

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