The Viking Hunter

Part 3
1day earlier


Xander woke up feeling disoriented and ravenous. He didn't know where he was or how he got there. Actually, he didn't really know much of anything. He knew who he was, he was Xander Harris, he was involved with an ex-demon named Anya, he hung out with the slayer and helped to fight the nasties. He had a good job, construction, a nice apartment, and a passion for twinkies.

Happy that he could at least remember who he was, he sat up and took in his surroundings. He was in a large bedroom, on a very large, comfortable bed. There was a fire place on the far side of the room. A large sofa and two leather high backed chairs made up a sitting area near the fireplace. A table beside the bed held a pitcher of water and a glass. There were clothes laid out on the dresser, his clothes. Upon further examination he discovered that, yes, he was indeed naked. With that in mind he slid out of bed, keeping the sheet wrapped around him and retrieved his clothes. He didn't how he got here or who brought him here, therefore he was definitely not going to cross the room naked.

He could hear sounds outside the door. They didn't sound close, also he could smell something. It wasn't anything familiar at all. He stepped closer to the door and inhaled sharply. That was when he realized that he hadn't actually breathed since waking up.
Xander panicked, he frantically searched for a heartbeat, a pulse, anything to prove he wasn't dead, or undead as the case might be. Unfortunately what he found only confirmed his suspicions. Then the memories came back. Anya, the blond haired vampire, the sights, the sounds. He covered his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want to remember this.

Why was he so hurt by it? Everything he had ever read about vampires, everything Deadboy and Spike ever told him came back to him in a brutal assault. He was sure something had gone wrong with his turning. He was supposed to be bloodthirsty, wanting to kill his friends and family, well to be fair he did want to kill his family. But he had wanted to do that when he was still alive. So why was he grieving for Anya? Why was he afraid for the Scoobies? Where the hell was his Sire? And why wasn't he explaining this to him? Should he even tell him?

Xander thought it over and decided not to mention his possible soul-having to his Sire. It was likely a mistake, a mistake he didn't want corrected. Hopefully he could fool whoever this vampire was long enough to get back to the gang and warn them. He just had to keep his cool and play along.

Just as he was starting to get a little worried that he would be left alone forever the door opened and the blond man entered.

"Ah, I see you have awakened. That is good. I must say, I never imagined I would find such a perfect specimen in this horrible little town. I am pleased. Now, you must tell me your name."

Xander looked at the vampire in front of him. He had mixed emotions about him, the demon in him roared to the surface, he felt his fangs break through his gums, his forehead constricted with ridges. He raised his hands and tentatively touched one sharp canine. He shook his head, driving the demon to the back ground, his face returned to normal. He did however feel compelled to answer the question.

"Xander. Well, Alexander Harris actually."

"Hmm. A good name, a strong name. I like it, you may keep it."

"Uh, thanks?"

"Now, I am curious, do you remember your past life, your turning?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Then tell me. Why did you offer yourself to me? You seemed to know what I am and yet you didn't fight. You weren't afraid. This intrigues me."

"Oh, I ah, I know all about vampires and demon's and such. My girlfriend, the women I was with, she used to be a vengeance demon. Anyanka was her name."

"Ah, Anyanka. Had I known I assure you I would have spared her."

"Okay, uh can I ask you something?"

"Of course, all I have is yours, including my knowledge. Ask away."

"Who are you? I mean aside from being my Sire. Are you a master vampire at least? God, I hope I haven't been turned by a fledgling."

The blond vampire looked at his newest Childe, he saw the sincerity in his eyes at his question. He had chosen well, this boy would make a fine companion. He was bright and inquisitive and funny.

"My name is Thor. And I am a master vampire, no worries there Alexander"

"Okay, Thor. Suits you, it's funny you know, my girlfriend always said I was a Viking in the sack, and now here I am sitting on a bed and talking to a vampire who thinks he's a Viking. My life can't get any weirder."

Thor laughed out loud, he was sure that he hadn't had such a genuine laugh in ages. This young man was proving to be a real treat. It would help make the years pass more pleasurably with him at his side.

"Yes, well I assure you that I am also a Viking in the sack, as well as anywhere else actually. You have the honor of being sired by the oldest vampire in known existence. I have made only two other Childer in my long life span, both are lost to me. You are a welcome addition in my life, Alexander."

"Thank you Sire. I have more questions, can I ask them?"

"But of course."

"Are you going to hurt me? You know, torture and rape? 'Cause I know that Deadboy did all those things to Spike and Dru and well, not looking forward to it to be honest."

Once again the vampire found himself laughing at the truthful nature of his Childe. It was refreshing to speak with someone so amusing.

"No, when I take you to bed it will be for pleasure not punishment. As for the torture, I find no need to beat obedience into my Childer. Minions are a different story, they need it to be kept in line. I will teach you everything you need to know with gentle guidance. As long as you follow my instruction you need not fear me. I have no desire to inflict harm upon you."

"Okay. But uh, still a little wigged about the bed part. I ah, never slept with a man before."

"That's not a problem. As a vampire, you'll find that you won't have the restrictions, sexually, that you had as a human. I promise I will be gentle. It will be good for you, you will enjoy it."

Xander swallowed the huge lump that had formed in his throat. He knew he was a vampire, the fangs and ridges had proved that. But listening to his Sire talk about bedding him and making it good for him had made him hard. That above all else proved that he was so not human anymore. Guys had never appealed to him before. Did this mean that all vamps were bi? Did Spike shag guys? And why was the thought of Spike shagging him making him even harder? He really wanted to go home. Better yet, wake up and realize this was all a dream.

The feel of cool lips pressing against his own shook him out of his thoughts. He opened his eyes briefly and then snapped them shut again. He didn't want to watch this. He felt the bed dip as his Sire climbed onto it beside him. Hands were gently tugging at his clothes and stroking his now cool flesh.

He was more turned on that he had ever been, it was strange. He found himself unable to stop as he reached out and pulled the other man closer. Moaning as he was laid down gently on the bed. The gentle pressure of the mouth on his left him momentarily and he groaned in frustration only to sigh with pleasure as his shirt was removed and a cool bare chest draped across his own. The lips were back on his and a tongue was lightly tracing his bottom lip awaiting entrance to his mouth. He parted his lips and met the intrusive tongue with his own.

They lay there kissing passionately for some time until Xander became frustrated and wanted more contact. He slipped a hand between himself and his Sire and loosened the button and zipper on his Sire's trousers. Taking the hint, Thor swiftly divested them both of their remaining clothes. He lowered himself onto Xander once again. Xander moaned at the contact of the other mans skin touching him from head to toe. It was the most erotic thing he had ever felt.

Thor traced his fingers lightly over Xanders hard shaft. He had not taken a male Childe before so this was a new experience for him as well. Oh he had plenty of experience having sex with males. He just never wanted to be this gentle and careful before. He wanted this to be the most enjoyable experience Alexander ever had.

That in mind, he sucked his finger into his mouth, thoroughly wetting it before sliding just the tip into his lovers opening. Xander made a noise somewhere between a yelp and a growl. Thor pushed in a bit further and found Xanders prostrate. Xander erupted into a throaty purr.

"I told you I would make it good for you. Do you want more?"

"Yes, please! Please Sire more!"

Thor chuckled and slipped a second and then a third finger into Xanders ass. The dark haired vampire panted and growled, he whimpered when the fingers left his channel only to purr happily when his Sire's cock slowly filled the void.

Thor started a slow rhythm, only gradually increasing the pace when Xander was comfortable. He stroked Xanders cock in time with his thrusts. When his orgasm was approaching he leaned forward and offered his throat to his Childe. Xander needed no further prompting, he hadn't even realized that he had shifted to game face some time during their coupling. He sank his fangs into Thor's neck, tasting the sweet powerful blood as it filled his mouth, he swallowed the blood as he came all over his Sire's hand and both their stomachs. He heard his Sire's roar of completion just before he felt the cool liquid shoot into him and the sharp fangs slice into his throat. He came again and then passed out.

Xander was dreaming, he was being pleasured by his Sire. It was wonderful, more than he had imagined. He looked up into the face of his lover. Seeing the passion in the deep blue eyes, the lock of dirty blond hair falling over his forehead. He gasped as his Sires eyes lightened to an ice blue, the hair grew shorter and lighter in colour. He bared his throat as his climax approached. He felt the fangs pierce his skin and he howled his lovers name.

"SPIKE!"

Xander bolted upright in bed. He looked around the room frantically until he determined that he was alone. He just had the most erotic dream of his entire life, and it was about Spike. He was sure that Thor would not appreciate knowing that. With a groan of frustration Xander threw himself back on the bed and fell into a restless sleep.