Parts 3,4
Part 3:
Two hours later, he was wishing he had taken notes and that Spike wasn't laying on his bladder. "Whoa, Angel, information overload here. I have to call a time out." He looked at the nearest clock worried about getting to work on time; he did not want to lose two jobs in one week. "Can I call you back tomorrow?"
"Xander, you can call anytime with questions. I'm up all night and I'll get Cordeila to show me how to work this stupid cell phone." He paused, unsure of how to word the next part without it sounding like a threat and scaring the young man off. "Xander, Will was very sweet as a fledge, very sweet... he's still my favourite."
Xander understood the implied threat. "Don't worry, Angel, I wont hurt him." He hugged the defenceless vampire to his chest, "I'm not going to let anyone hurt him." Xander was determined Will would not suffer the same type of childhood he had.
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A few weeks later
Xander tottered into Giles' living room sweaty, tired, and two hours late. "That's it. No more bus guy for me. It's time to write a strongly worded letter to the Transit Company." He walked into the kitchen retrieving a cold drink for him and putting blood in the microwave to heat for Spike. "I mean a very strongly worded letter here. Two buses passed me by without even stopping. Two!"
He suddenly noticed a missing cold presence. "Hey, where's my sweet vampire."
Buffy was waiting impatiently for Xander to take a breath and get a clue. She resisted the urge to berate him for not calling and letting them know what was going on. "He freaked."
Xander's hostile glare made her defensive.
"Hey, Buffy is now a member of the official baby-sit the wounded vampire club; but you know how your *sweetling* reacts to me. Xander, he knows I'm a slayer; and he knows when you're supposed to be back. He needs you. Remember what Angel said?"
She managed not to wince at the mention of her ex, impressing Xander and apparently listening to Angel's advice. "Spike needs to be with his Sire all the time."
He knew Buffy was right and he felt guilty every time he left the vampire, but he had to work. Without money he could not pay the rent his parents demanded or purchase Spike's blood. It didn't help that Angel was right also. Will was the sweetest person Xander had ever taken care of, just wanting to be close to him. He was beginning to understand why Angel brooded all the time.
The microwave beeped. He picked up the mug of warm blood. "Where is he?"
Buffy saw the familiar lines forming on Xander's forehead. Sometimes, he reminded her of Angel. She did not want to make her friend feel bad, but she didn't know how to help the blond vampire
Spike seemed to instinctively know Buffy was a slayer. He hid behind Xander every time she entered the room and would not remain alone with her. Riley had to tackle him to prevent him from walking out into the daylight after Xander was an hour late.
"I'm sorry." She sighed and made a vague gesture with her hand, "He's under the bed, humming.".
Xander closed his eyes and banged his head against the wall. Something he'd discovered in his twice daily conversations with Angel was that Will only did the humming thing when he was terrified. " Great. He's regressing."
Angel was right. Buffy was right. He couldn't leave the vampire alone. Xander was responsible for him and fledges needed to be with their Sire all the time. He needed to find a job where he could bring Spike along with him, something that paid well enough to cover rent and blood.
Buffy saw the frown deepen on Xander's face. She wished she could do something for her friend, He was more worried about his Childe than himself. Buffy patted Xander's arm reassuringly and smiled as he passed her on his way into the back bedroom..
Xander crawled to the edge of the bed. He could not understand the vampire's fondness for cramped dark places. Despite what Angel said, he knew vampires would sleep in coffins if they didn't cost more than beds. He set the mug of blood down next to the point where the humming was loudest. "Sweetling, I'm here. Come out and get your blood."
The humming stopped, but there was no other sign that the vampire knew Xander was there. He wondered if Spike was punishing him for being two hours late. Xander decided that ignoring his existence was exactly the type of thing Spike would do, amnesia or not. "OK stay under the bed. I'll come back after I'm done patrolling with Buffy."
Spike displayed his vampiric speed and was almost instantly at Xander's side. Xander was sure Spike would do anything not to miss a chance to fight. He might be afraid of the Slayer, but when Xander wanted Spike to learn to fight by joining the nightly patrols, the vampire enthusiastically skirmished. His demon still revelled in the violence.
He laughed at the vampire's display of eagerness and his own actions of the night before. The two of them were helping Buffy clean out a cavern full of demons when a Taskar demon attacked the young man. Spike leapt on the eight foot demon's back and neatly severed it's spine, using the same move Angel was so fond of employing. Xander was so proud of his charge that he ran over and pulled Spike into a hug, spinning him off the ground and repeating, " My sweet, wonderful vampire, my sweet boy, you did so well. You're such a good vampire." He stopped spinning and released the vampire, kissing him on the forehead.
Buffy and Riley frowned upon Xander's frequent and animated praise of Spike's more bloody mayhem, but he reminded them the point was to return the vampire's memory, not to create a kinder and gentler William the Bloody.
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Part 4:
When they returned from patrolling Xander was too busy trying to figure out which was the lesser of two evils, the slayer or ex-initiative boy teaching the vampire how to fight, to notice Spike sneaking up on him. Suddenly the vampire jumped on his back and began nuzzling his neck.
Xander stumbled toward his bed and spun around falling back on top of the vampire. Before Spike had time to recover the young man rolled over and pinned him, straddling the blond. Xander's smile was pure evil as he leaned forward to try something he'd wanted to do since Angel first told him about it. Angel warned him that Will was very ticklish and could easily be reduced to helpless giggles if you hit just the right spot; Angel always used the weakness as revenge for his Childe's sneak attacks.
It worked. Xander loved that he could reduce a master vampire to giggling. He stopped and looked down at his Sweetling. Will was beautiful. His eyes sparkled. His hair, finally free of gel, was tousled, and he panted as he came down from the giggling fit. Xander shifted, releasing Will's hands and forearms from under his knees.
Spike's hands immediately travelled up Xander's thighs, along his waist and across his back, pulling the human down for a hug. Spike stroked his face along the young man's and whispered, "Precious," in his ear. The vampire called Xander by the pet name every time he wanted affection.
Xander noticed the requests were becoming more frequent and less innocent. He knew he should ask Angel about how close the Sire/Childe relationship was exactly, and the nature of that closeness; however, he wasn't sure he wanted to know that much about Spike and Angelus. He decided the behaviour was a sign of increasing maturity from the vampire. He hoped it meant Spike was closer to recovery.
For now he realized it was time to feed the vampire, so he forced himself to pull away from the embrace and the trails of fire the vampire's tongue was lighting along his neck. Spike's hands managed to linger on his butt as Xander rolled off the vampire.
He prayed his mother had not gone on one of her erratic cleaning sprees and cleared out the contents of his mini fridge. She always threw away anything couldn't or didn't want to identify. They were staying in his room tonight because Giles was due back in the morning. The watcher said they were free to use his spare room as long as they needed, but Xander thought he might like some time alone to unwind after his conference.
Xander was a little worried about sleeping with the vampire in his own bed. Spike would not sleep if Xander were more then five inches away from him and at Giles' house, the young man used the excuse of being guests to prevent the vampire from sleeping in the nude. He had no excuse here, and could not find it in his heart to continue to deny Spike the skin contact he seemed to crave. Xander was concerned about where that contact would lead.
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Xander dreams
"I never knew his eyes were so blue," he thought. "They sparkle like blue diamonds." He wondered if the Hope Diamond was as clear and breath taking.
He didn't think he had ever known anyone as exquisitely beautiful as his sweet vampire, and probably never would again. By comparison, the rose Xander was brushing Will's face with was an ugly, dried weed. He let the cool, soft petals slowly trace the line of his Childe's face, from jaw to cheekbones, up the forehead, down the noise and quickly brushing the eyes. He knew the vampire enjoyed the feather light touch on his eyelids, but he selfishly refused to deprive himself of the sparkling, azure jewels for more than a few seconds.
Will was in his favourite position, sitting at his Sire's feet. Xander sat on the couch. The vampire leaned sideways, placing his head against Xander's thigh. A soft rumbling sound started coming from the blonde's chest.
Xander placed one hand on that kitten soft hair to hold his Childe in place while he continued outlining the contours of Will's face. His lips traded places with the rose and he placed tiny kisses over the smooth skin. Will's face was cold in a refreshing way, like ice water after a marathon. Xander decided to find out if the vampire tasted like the sweet cream his skin colour suggested, and was delighted to find more texture than simple ice cream.
He licked his way toward Will's panting mouth causing the low rumbling to increase in volume. Xander's mouth meet his Childe's and he gently pulled Will into his lap. He was glad the vampire was only slightly smaller than he was as he did not want to overwhelm or intimidate the wounded demon. He was pleased when his sweet vampire displayed his lack of fear by returning his caresses.
Xander licked the salty, wet lips until they parted and allowed his tongue the entrance it was seeking. "Slow. Gentle," he reminded himself. He didn't know if Will remembered doing this and he certainly had no experience in this particular area. He had never seduced anyone and he didn't know if he would every get a chance to repeat this intimacy with the lovely creature in his arms. He needed to make it last as long as possible.
Xander cupped Will's face in his hands and allowed his fingers to stray into the blond hair. He noticed dark roots beginning to show and reminded himself, that he'd promised to learn how to bleach it out for the vampire. In the mean time, he again marvelled at the softness of the peroxide locks twined around his fingers. It was like petting a fuzzy bunny, it was always guaranteed to make him feel better after a horrible day. Xander knew, petting Spike was the thing he would miss the most when Spike's memory returned. The mortal didn't how he would cope without constant access to his Sweetling. He forced the concerns from his mind and returned his attention to the increasingly passionate kiss.
He slid his tongue over the vampire's teeth, finding their smooth texture fascinating. He danced his tongue around the back of them as the vampire's fangs emerged. He was willing to admit that the mortal danger those fine points of bone represented heightened his arousal. Angel told him that a Childe never bites or drinks the blood of their Sire without permission, so he knew he was safe with or without the chip. It was just the idea of what those teeth had done.
Will's panting became whimpering and Xander could feel his body vibrating with the amplified rumbling purr. The vampire's hands drifted under the young man's shirt and traced patterns over his abdomen. Xander's fingernails travelled down along the vampire's throat, scratching trails to his collarbone. Will broke the kiss and howled, shifting to his true visage. Xander's fingers returned to his face, "Ssh, it's alright, I won't hurt you. Ssh, it's OK Sweetling."
The vampire returned Xander's hands to his throat. "More, Precious, more, now." He leaned in for another kiss careful to keep his fangs from piercing his Sire's lips. Even without his complete memory intact Spike was demanding.
Xander chuckled as he scratched his way toward his sweet vampire's nipples. He rubbed around and across them until they were hard nubs under his fingers. At Will's whine, he pulled the tee shirt up over the blond head, dropping it to the floor, grateful that men did not wear bras. Confusing Xander, Will continued to whine when Xander attempted to re-establish the kiss. The mortal understood when the vampire pulled at his shirt. He figured turn about was fair play and allowed his Childe to divest him of the unnecessary garment.
As soon as his Sire's naked chest was revealed Will dove down for a taste. Licking and nibbling until Xander was moaning and trying to pull him back up for another kiss. Xander opened his eyes just in time to see the evil glint in the yellow orbs, before Will took advantage of his vampiric speed and strength. He pushed and pulled, rearranging them on the couch with his Sire lying on his back and Will straddling his thighs.
The vampire leaned down and resumed his exploration of his Sire's torso with his lips and tongue. Somehow he managed to force himself back into his human guise, so when he nibbled his way along Xander's hip bone, the mortal felt only blunt teeth.
Xander wondered if he was going to explode. It felt like the mouth dancing over his body breathed fire. Every place his sweet vampire touched him tingled as if a thousand pins danced under his skin. Will was concentrating on his abdomen, but he felt like the entire surface of his skin had been lit with holiday sparklers, with one major exception. His increasingly hard shaft was maliciously ignored. Xander was sure somewhere in the deep recesses of the injured vampire's mind Spike was laughing. He moved lower and around Xander's groin never coming close enough to touch the part of Xander's body screaming out for that cool mouth.
When Xander was beginning to think it was possible to come without any contact between Will's mouth and his cock, the vampire shifted. He unzipped his Sire's paints and yanked pulling them, the underwear and Xander's socks off in one swift move. The human was beginning to wonder why the room felt warmer with fewer clothes on, when suddenly his cock was enveloped in a delectable coolness that only inflamed the fire raging in his body. Will continued to lick, suck and lightly nip at the new object of his focus. Xander thought he might be hyperventilating. He wondered if being fucked to death could feel this good. He forced his hands away from the couch arm over his head and back to the vampire's satiny hair.
The young man didn't know what he wanted, but he wanted more. Xander yanked the hair in his hands, trying to use the bleached locks as reins for the annoying head. He knew it must hurt, but the vampire leaned into the touch as if Xander was still caressing him with the flower.
Will hummed around his Sire's cock. Xander forced his eyes open and the sight of his Childe's beautiful lips around his penis almost pressed down to the base nearly undid him. Then Will looked up, meeting Xander's eyes, and swallowed. Xander arched up off the couch, every muscle in his body tensed, he could only release the tension one way. He came in that amazing mouth, watching blue eyes smile as the vampire continued to swallow.
Xander sank back down on the couch. He pulled his sweet vampire up to rest on his chest while Xander tried to remember how to breathe. The human knew what he wanted this time, but he needed to wait until the fuzzy little dots of light stopped dancing behind his eyelids. He rocked and petted the vampire while he waited. The low rumbling continued to come from Will's chest. It was strong enough that Xander felt the vibrations in his own chest. He rolled off the couch taking his sweet vampire with him.
Xander brought them to his bed, pushing his Childe down and falling on top of him. Xander wanted to taste Will, every inch of skin he could find and then to find out if vampire and human semen tasted the same. "Slow and gentle," he reminded himself. It almost worked to calm him down then he noticed the skin on the vampire's chest was glowing a near human pink. The blush deepen the closer it crawled to Will's groin. The shaft between his legs a pink plum appearing virtually deep purple against the surrounding pale flesh.
It was too much to resist. Xander ignored everything else and licked the clear drops pooling at the head. William tasted pleasant, not the salty bitter taste Xander knew from when he'd tested his own come. It was salty, but the underlying flavour was rich, coppery and not bitter. He couldn't wait to try more. He glanced back up at his sweet vampire and held his breath in awe.
Will's head was pressed all the way back, exposing the cords of his neck. Xander swore he could almost see a pulse in the stretched jugular. The vampire's eyes were squeezed shut and he was chanting one word repeatedly, "Precious. Precious. Precious." Xander punctuated each word by licking the vampire's cock from base to tip. He pulled the foreskin down and swirled his tongue around the head and sucked it into his mouth. Will's hands flew from shredding the sheets to his Sire's shoulders. Instead of the painful grip of talons Xander expected, the man felt his hair gently stroked and carded in the same manner he used to soothe the vampire. The mortal decided to reward his Childe and sucked his erection down as far he could before gagging.
Xander tasted as much of his sweet vampire's cock as he could get his tongue around. Moving his tongue and lips to get better access. He inhaled threw his nose and consciously relaxed the muscles in his throat. The vampire's length slid further in and he could hear the chanting above him speed up and begin to lose coherency.
Xander decided to try some of the things Anya did that he enjoyed so much. He discovered that lightly running his teeth along the skin of Will's penis was the quickest way to bring the vampire to the edge. Cupping and rolling Will's balls in one hand while running the fingers of the other along the sensitive skin behind the testicles was enough to send the vampire over the edge.
Xander swallowed trying to keep some of the fluid in his mouth. It was thick rich and different, almost like the holiday wine at Willow's house. Ho Hos took a permanent back seat as his favourite snack food. If his Childe's semen tasted this good, what would the vampire's blood taste like?
Xander had to find out. Angel said, that just a little vampire blood was not enough to turn a full grown human. It was too much to resist. He licked his sweet vampire clean, turned and bit the pale thigh next to his face hard enough to break the skin. He tasted the first rich drops of blood and began to suck, causing the vampire beneath him to howl and come again.
Xander woke up, hard and with a cold body wrapped around his own, completely disgusted with himself. The sweet creature in his arms was helpless and completely dependent on him. Xander was his caregiver and teacher. He'd just experienced the most erotic dream of his life. As a healthy young man in his prime, sex was never very far from his thoughts, but this was disgusting.
He checked Spike for any signs of bruising or bite marks, hoping he had not acted on the dream images. Satisfied it was only a dream, Xander rose from the bed. He felt horrible. This was worse then anything his father or uncles ever did to him. He was having dreams of sexually violating his Childe. It was time to call Angel and maybe turn Spike's care over to his real Sire. Xander was obviously worse at parenting than his mother and father.
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