Just A Party Thing (1 of 2)

(Characters: Not mine, Joss' - I'm just playin' with 'em)


“Hey Xan!” Dawn dropped her backpack on the ground and sat down next to him on the stairs of the porch. “Watcha doing? You look kinda down.”

Xander looked over at the freshman. When had she grown up? He tried to give her a smile, “Yeah... a little. So... school, how’s that going?”

“I’m still trying to talk Buffy into letting me stay at the dorms.” Dawn tucked her hair behind her ear. “Can you...”

“Yeah, I’ll talk to her. If you promise not to do bad things.”

“Me?” She squeaked. “I’m always good...”

He pointed at the ground, where a pack of cigarettes had fallen out of her bag, then looked into her face.

“That...oh... uh,” she stuffed it back into the backpack. “I’m not smoking. I mean not really smoking. Just at parties... you know, to look cool. You’re not going to tell...”

“Nah. Just don’t pick up the habit.”

“You should lecture. I heard you say it tastes good on Spike.”

Xander rolled his eyes. “You’re not a vampire, that stuff can kill you. And cigarettes taste good on guys, not girls.”

“Huh?”

“Huh?” he echoed, knowing what he’d just said made no sense, and having the grace to give her a sheepish grin.

Laughing, she tried again. “So, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing really.” Xander gave a shrug. “I just... okay, I’ve been trying to get Spike to, you know... feed just a little off me, and he won’t even think about it.”

“Oh... uh...why.”

“I dunno, he has that weird blood dolls fear thing going--“

“No, I meant why do you want that, cause the visual... not so good.”

Yeah, no reason anyone else should understand, but he tried to explain. “He’s a vampire, he should want it. And I think it would make us closer, in every way. I wanna know how it feels, and I want him to know what I taste...” seeing the too interested gleam enter Dawn’s eyes, he decided not to dig a hole for himself.

“Maybe he already knows how you taste,” she teased him, but knew when to stop. “Anyway, it’s the Riley thing...and all the other drugged out humans he’s seen. He’s probably dying to take a taste, but doesn’t want that for you, you know?”

“Oh yeah, I get that. That’s not what I’m looking for. Just once...”

“Well, could be like my cigarettes,” she smiled.

“Huh?”

“Just a party thing. Not everyday.” She got up. “You want to help me with pre-calc?”

“You wanna fail?” He got up. “Thanks Dawn.”

“You’re going to try to talk him into it?”

“Hell no. More like an ambush,” stuffing his hands into his pockets, he headed off, whistling under his breath. He was through talking, it was time for action.

*

Xander stared blankly at the t.v. What he’d done was no worse than what Spike often did, bringing him awake with his caresses. Or stroking him and leaving him to wake with a raging desire for Spike. Yeah... this was exactly the same thing.

In the bedroom, Spike abruptly came awake to sharp hunger pangs. He didn’t dream too often, or if he did, he rarely remembered. Though today was no exception, he did remember being tortured by blood cravings. Deep in the pit of his stomach, and in that part of his brain that recalled how erotic taking blood from a human could be.

He licked his lips and felt a warm flush steal down his cold body. It had to be the dream... for an instant, he would have sworn he tasted blood. Recognized it. A shudder of desire slid down his body at the forbidden thoughts that assaulted his mind.

He was better than that. He would never put Xander in danger, not from him or expose him to the risk of turning into one of those mindless people who came back again and again, needing to be drained.

Hearing sounds from inside, Spike closed his eyes for a minute. Right now he wished Xander weren’t around. Blasted dreams... and temptation in the next room... not a good combination.

The ache of hunger sharpened. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he got up, stretched, and walked into the living room. Hardly acknowledging Xander’s hello, he strode straight into the kitchen, and completely missed the boy’s secret smile.

Xander heard the refrigerator door open. Then some shuffling of the items inside. Then more shuffling. Here it came...

“What happened to the blood? There was a full supply here yesterday.” Spike bent down to go through the bottom shelf.

It wasn’t his imagination. Spike’s voice had a desperate edge to it. Xander’s smile broadened. “I threw it away.”

“You what?” By the time Spike got up, Xander had joined him in the kitchen. “Why did you do that?”

“The blood... it was kinda thick and goopy...”

Spike stilled. “That’s how I like it...a bit thick.” He needed it sliding down his throat. He needed it to mute the cravings. “Xander, this isn’t funny, yeah? You know I wake up hungry, and it’s dangerous...”

“You wouldn’t hurt a fly, least of all me. Anyway, the blood. When I poured it down the sink, it was all red... scarlet-like. When it slid down the drain, I could tell it wasn’t good, it was heavy... like molasses.”

A groan escaped Spike. “Stop...” he put his hand up in a gesture, pleading with the boy who couldn’t understand the hunger of a vampire. When Xander moved in and kissed his throat, he growled, “Don’t... not now.”

Though he didn’t push Xander away, it was torture. The boy’s scent surrounding him, teasing his nostrils. The sound of his blood rushing through veins. His strong heart pumping. Spike swallowed hard. “I need to go... “

“Butchers are closed now.”

“I’ll find something.” Just as he was gathering the strength to move away, Xander did that unthinkable. Spike’s gaze was glued to the boy’s bleeding finger. “Are you out of your bleedin’ mind? What do you think you’re doing.”

Xander dropped the knife. “Appetizer... before you go out and find something.”

Spike jerked away from the finger nearing his mouth. “No.”

“Yes. One lick.” Xander ran his knee up the side of Spike’s leg, distracting him long enough to smear the blood onto the vampire’s mouth. He could see the blond struggle. Fight the inner battle, stubbornly refusing to taste the blood. The guy’s throat convulsed. “Come on Spike... it won’t kill you.”

“It’s you I”m worried about,” the vampire responded gruffly. Then his tongue flicked out, sweeping away every last bit of Xander’s blood on his lips. Gripped suddenly in a web of desire so strong he could never have anticipated it, he put his hands to either side of his body, holding on to the edge of the counter if only to keep his hands off Xander. “Leave. Now,” he bit out. “Serious Xander.”

“Okay.” Xander leisurely reached for the ketchup bottle strategically placed on the counter, and held it up above a plate. “Gonna dip chips into it,” he said, letting the red liquid drip slowly onto the plate.

Spike eyed the ketchup, then the weeping cut on Xander’s finger. God... he tasted so sweet and tangy with a metallic bite. He imagined running his tongue along the boy’s finger, lingering over the wound. His entire body reacted to the thought, every muscle clenching and tightening. Even his teeth ached as he fought to prevent them from fanging.

Seeing the blond tremble, Xander knew he had him. Dropping the bottle, he moved in, putting his arms around the vampire he loved, stroking the guy’s sides as he pressed the exposed column of his throat against Spike’s mouth in an open invitation.

The scent of blood, and Xander, sent signals to Spike’s brain that he couldn’t ignore. “Please,” he said in a rough whisper. And though he’d meant it as a plea to leave, the boy’s simple “yes” undid him.

Still, he struggled to maintain control. It wouldn’t do if he lost it... he had to be prepared to stop, to not take everything the boy was giving him. He skimmed his mouth along Xander’s throat, stopping over the pulse point that fluttered under his lips. The demon inside roared to be let out, to take what was being offered. Hunger clawed at him. Screamed for him to drink. He really shouldn’t...

As his teeth exploded into his mouth, Spike remembered this was Xander. Not food, but the love of his life. Exerting steely will over the predator inside, he gently licked around Xander’s pulse point and slid his hand behind the boy’s head to hold him steady. And then he did it. He sank his teeth into the soft sensitive skin, piercing it quickly.

Blood. The elixir of life spurted into his mouth, dragging Spike’s mind into a red haze of desire and need, blocking all else out. Like a man drowning, he held on, lapping what he needed. The sound of Xander’s pounding heart drove him closer to the brink. This was his boy’s blood singing to him... rushing for him, his boy’s heart beating for him. All for him.

Xander sagged against Spike. The sharp stabs of pain were a faint memory now, as he found himself lost in the erotic feel of Spike’s mouth against his throat. Each movement made him tingle and burn, made his heart beat more frantically up against his rib cage. Somehow he sensed Spike’s need, he knew how badly the vampire craved him, how close he was to the edge. The knowledge made him throb all over. He pressed his body up against Spikes, molding himself to him, asking him with his body, what he couldn’t formulate with words.

Stop..they had to stop. But how could he stop, when the boy was using unfair tactics against him? The sounds he made, the way he was touching him. Spike wanted him on so many levels, it hurt. He lifted his head to push the boy away, but a river of blood streaking down the side of Xander’s throat, and the sound of his protest, sent Spike’s own blood surging.

His body on fire, Spike couldn’t resist. He lowered his head again and drank deeply, trying to quench his raging thirst, and forcing Xander up against the fridge. He ground his body against Xander, who met his every thrust. Xander, who should be so enthralled that he couldn’t move, was urging him on, was tugging at him. Was sending white hot heat through his body. He was afraid for the boy. Afraid for himself. And yet he didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

Xander tried to pull his shirt off, but his movement away from Spike was met with a nasty snarl, and he found himself roughly pushed back into place. He’d never felt a vampire’s kiss... like this. He’d never known Spike hungry... like this. So hungry, so aggressive, so possessive. Xander never wanted it to stop. He wouldn’t let it. He tore at Spike’s shirt, stroking his chest under it, his back. This felt so right, so good. If only they were skin against skin. “Good...so good,” he muttered, slightly dizzy and delirious.

The words spoken out loud brought Spike back. He pushed away from Xander, and backed away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. As the boy took a few slow steps toward him, he raised a shaky hand up. “No! Bloody hell, I almost...” Even now, he wanted him. Body and soul, and everything else. The need to claim him, to mark him, to turn him, was dangerously strong.

Breathing hard, Xander stopped in his tracks. “Spike... You stopped,” he pointed out to the freaked out blond. He put his hand to the side of his own throat. “Okay... we’re done with that... but...” he looked down at his bulging pants, then at Spike's, “some things we’re not done with.”

“You have a lot to answer for,” Spike ground out the parting shot, and left. The boy didn’t know he was playing with fire. He’d tell him. But not until he’d had his fill of blood. In his present state, it was too dangerous.

“Whoa...” Xander poured himself an orange juice and replayed the scene in his head. No way. No way this was the last time. This was exactly what he’d get for his birthday in a few months. Just enough time for Spike to get over it. A smile played on his mouth, and not even the thought of the Vampire’s wrath wiped it away.

(A/N: if you enjoyed this, please comment. If you have concrit, I'd love to hear that too.)