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'It's All About The Blood', 4 for slashthedrabble challenge #30 - Wet

Author: darkhavens
Title: It's All About The Blood
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Concrit: by email, please
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Notes: More looks at unlife with baby!vamp!Xander.

Vampire In Training

The front of his shirt was drenched, the collar and cuffs sodden.

"What went wrong this time, luv?"

Xander dropped his meal, kicking the lifeless body off to one side before turning to face his new sire.

"I... I didn't pin his arms properly. He had too much room to wriggle and fight."

"True enough. What else?"

"I came in too shallow, missed the artery and then had to work for it. I tore the throat up too much, and he bled out faster than I could feed."

"Right. Now, try it again. You'll get the hang of it eventually."

The Beast In Him

Spike loved to watch Xander feed and never spill a drop. He'd learned his lessons quickly and quite well. But once in a while he'd let his other nature out to play, the one with eldritch eyes and feral lusts.

He'd stalk his victim, let them catch a glimpse so they would know, and then he'd chase them down until they broke or choked or fell. Their blood would flow in glistening scarlet rivers on his naked skin. He'd rend and tear, rejoicing in the kill.

Then his bare and bloody childe would demand violent sex. How could he refuse?


Spike stuffed a damp rag into the open mouth, grinning happily at the sudden drop in volume.

"Oh, don't be so bloody wet, Angel. Begging and pleading really doesn't become you, though I must admit it's a bit of a novelty, you grovelling to me for a change. And yes, Dru, I know we're gonna need his mouth a bit later, but honestly, that whining was really getting on my nerves. I do believe your Daddy has taken a shine to another Slayer. Ah well, it'll all be blood under the tongue soon enough. Here comes our Faithful sacrifice, now."


Blood, saliva, cinnamon oil, semen, chocolate sauce and tears - the mattress practically squelched each time they moved.

"That was..."

"Yeeeeeeeeah... It certainly was."

There's silence as they contemplate the weekend they've just had.

"Fancy another round of 'Who's on Top'?"

"I'm done, Spike. I don't think I could get it up again right now if you paid me in blowjobs."

A pale arm flailed about over the side of the bed, and came up with a smoked glass flask that sloshed the tiniest bit.

"There's still a couple of drops of cinnamon left. Want me to use it alone?"


Tags: btvs:s/x:b!v!x

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