Death

Title: Death
Title: Death
Author: heeroluva
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1300
Summary Spike saves Xander... sorta.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Nice to play with though.
Feedback: Always.
Notes: No Anya. Not beta’ed because I procrastinate. Writen for fall_for_sx 2007 LiveJournal community.


Spike knew that the Slayer should have forced the humans to stay in tonight. It was more than a gut feeling. A little voice screamed in the back of his mind and grew progressively louder the closer they got to the unknown demon nest. They went in knowing nothing, and that’s when things normally went from bad to hell. And they did.

The moment they entered the nest the demons surrounded them and they were grossly outnumbered. A tense moment of stillness held before violence broke out and blood flew. Amazingly they seemed to be on the winning side when the dust settled, until an anguished scream broke the stillness and a bitter scent along with the sweet smell of too much blood lost to be safe hit his nose, causing his eye’s to flash gold.

Spike spun around to see Xander sprawled on the floor and upon seeing the stomach wound leaking black blood knew that the wound was fatal. Most stomach wounds were, but they hit his liver and the toxins had entered his blood stream.

Willow seemed to realize this too because her face went stony as she turned to him and demanded, “Turn him.”

“That’s not your call pet. Besides I got me this nice little chip that’d fry me brain if I so much as tried,” Spike all but bit out.

“We talked about this before. He agreed. I even have the materials ready for the soul restoration spell. And I can neutralize the chip. You just have to promise not to kill anyone that doesn’t deserve it. Please Spike he doesn’t have much longer,” Willow begged.

Spike couldn’t believe it. She could have removed the chip at anytime. And the chit was right. The boy’s heart beat increasingly slowly. And he’s always wanted to a Childe. And he and the boy were getting on more and more lately. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the boy had a thing for him. “Do it,” he said.

She spoke a few gruntal words under her breath, made a few hand movements, and there was a pressure in his head. Then he was free.

“Out,” he commanded.

The Slayer looked ready to protest but she followed and he was surprised that she had not said a word the entire time.

Spike knew there wasn’t much time left and was greatly surprised when Xander’s eye’s fluttered and tried to focus on him. “Xander, pet, you’re dying. I’m doing to turn you. Open and close your eyes twice if you understand and agree.”

Seeing Xander’s compliance Spike tenderly placed a kiss on his neck before sinking his teeth into it. Even contaminated by the poisons flowing through his system it tasted like ambrosia to Spike who drake until he heard his heart falter and drew back quickly slitting his wrist with his fangs and pressing it to the slack mouth. He gently massaged his throat to get him to swallow, and when the last beat of his heart echoed in his chest, he pulled his wrist away and wept.

Minutes or hours later, Spike did not know he picked up Xander body and took him to the crypt to clean him up knowing that it would be hours before he awoke. Mentally and physically exhausted he curled around his Childe intent on sleep even though the dawn was hours off.

Feeling eyes on him, Spike instantly awoke checking for signs for danger but found only the soulful chocolate eyes of his Childe staring hungrily back at him. Relief filled him knowing that Red had successfully cast the soul resoration while he was sleeping, and his Childe would know not that guilt that plagued his Sire.

Xander whimpered, “Sire, Spike, hungry.”

Spike tilted his head back in invitation and gave verbal permission knowing he would never feed without, “Feed, Childe.”

Xander’s face smoothly rippled and fangs slid deep and he moaned deep in his throat thrusting his him forward.

Spike went rock hard in an instance and was afraid he’d come just as quick.

The teeth we removed and a tongue laved the wound, all the while hips rocked insistently. “Better than dreams,” Xander moaned. “Never wanna stop. Don’t wanna stop.”

Spike grinned at the knowledge, he was right that the boy had a thing for him. “Would be ever better without clothes luv. Off with them now. And back on the bed on your back when you’re done”

The boy scrambled to obey, and he couldn’t help admire the view. His time in construction had sure paid off. And his cock was nothing to complain about either, long and thick with a nice heavy set of ball underneath just begged to be sucked. He shed his own clothes though not quiet to hurriedly.

He grabbed the tube of lube from the nightstand and squeezed a dollop on his fingers smearing in on his cock. He straddled the boy and rubbed there cocks together and was rewarded by a deep moan. Leaning down he swirled his tongue around his cock head a few time before taking the whole head in his mouth. Relaxing his throat, he kept going on the way to the root and Xander gave a shocked scream. He began to bob up and down rippling his throat muscles as he went. One hand wandered to his balls which he carefully rolled in the sac and the other teased the perineum. He reached for the lube again and slicked up his fingers before teasing the boy’s puckered entrance.

One finger slipped in surprising easy and he would have grinned widely. The boy wasn’t inexperience in his area it seemed. He quickly followed it by a second and a third and quirked his fingered just right there.

And the boy screamed, arching like a bowstring off the bed filling his mouth with his cream.

And remained hard.

Spike grinned, but his own problem was more than needing to be taken care off. Guiding himself into the relaxed body, he plunged in hard, throwing the legs over his shoulders and riding him hard. He would not last long. Not after such a show or with Xander’s cool vice of a grip on him. He grabbed Xander’s cock and pumped him in rhythm and all he could do was hold on for the ride.

Xander whimpered as another orgasm was torn from him and tightened almost painfully.

Spike saw stars when Xander came and lunged forwarded into his neck roaring his completion.

They laid there in the after glow for sometime before he knew they had to get up and face the other or they’d come looking for him and this was not the way he wanted them to find them. “Common luv, shower time. Need to go see the other.”

That statement brought a perfume of fear with it from Xander, but he complied.

Spike was going to ask but figured he was afraid of their rejection due to his current state. “It’ll be okay, luv. I’ll keep you safe.”

Almost instance relief met his statement, leaving his shocked. Had Xander thought he’d hurt him or let other hurt him?

They quickly washed and made their way to the Magic Box. One the way their Xander got more and more agitated. Finally there, he met Buffy’s eyes through the window and the fear on his face and the guilt on hers finally clicked into place.

“Who is she to you, luv?” Spike’s voice was hollow, the cigarette in his hand long forgotten.

“Death.”

Spike wasted no time getting his Childe out of there. Hotwiring a car was a simple thing and the “Welcome to Sunnydale” sign received not backwards glance.

Spike ran his fingers through Xander’s hair where his head rested on his lap. “Sleep now, Childe. I’ll keep you safe forever.”