Backfire - Spander Files

Angel had walked him home. They didn’t say much during the short journey. Angel
said he would find Buffy and explain why she couldn’t kill Spike right away,
without going into the really embarrassing details. Xander had thanked the vampire
with a simple nod when they reached his front porch.
He had stripped down to his boxers when he got to his room, jacked off for
the…what? fourth time that day, then just sat there on the bed. Thinking
about…well, honestly, thinking about Spike. What if Angel was right? What if
Giles could never fix it? What if he felt this way forever? What does this really
mean for me?
And that’s how Xander found himself sitting on the edge of his bed and staring out
the window at 2 am. Trying to digest his future as a Spike-nympho. And, more to
the point, trying to bury this unbelievable urge to walk outside and bare his neck to
the vampire that was now standing in his back yard smoking a cigarette. Leaning
against a tree. Just staring into Xander’s dark room, and right into his eyes. Calling
to him without saying a word.
God, Xander hated vampires.
4
The Pull
About a day after he had bitten the Xander kid, Spike started to feel it. The pull. It
was about what he thought it would be. A desire to finish the job.
He knew it would happen. He had done everything right. He just hadn’t expected it
to be this…strong. By the time another day had passed, Spike couldn’t get the boy
out of his head. He thought about him while shagging Drusilla. He pictured the kid
while draining his latest meal. And when he wasn’t shagging or eating, he just sat in
his room, stroking himself, and trying to figure out the best time to go see this
Xander kid and bite him, kill him, and, most likely, fuck him. Not necessarily in
that order.