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The Silent Urge Series	By : Druffine Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 25061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Part B Cravings

Chapter 12 - Anticipation
~ Spike ~

Silly kid�s nervous �cause of these two demons he would kill without hesitating if he would meet them in a cemetery. *snort* I order a pint of O pos and watch Maerg and Raspla overwhelm him with all sorts of alcohol and ingredients. My nummy has his eyes open wide, looking frantically from one barkeeper to the other, nodding at the rapidly changing things they show him. I have no idea how fast he will get into all this. Hope he�ll find his place here. He hadn�t one outside with the slayer, that�s for sure.
~ Xander ~

Godgodgod� yes, Vodka, I know, Gertroff or whatever no, but nodding okay at first, can ask later, Spike is watching and, JD under there, right, lemons in there, ice cubes not mixy with that green slimy stuff, okay, Spike watching!, making me NERVOUS!, can�t think straight! Is this how you feel when you�re parents love you and they want to see the school play � no, they already love you, you don�t have to prove your worth to them anymore, right? Nope, I don�t have an idea what that red glowing liquid is, that Maerg holds in his 5th Hand but I nod and I understand it explodes, when you put cola into it. RigI caI can do this! IF SPIKE JUST WOULD STOP STARING! GAH!
~ Spike ~

Looks like he himself will explode in a minute or so. Think I will rescue him.

A look to the clock above the bar: 3:12 a.m. Time to get the human into bed. He has a long day tomorrow. And I could visit Treckle before sun up�

�Right then, Maerg, Raspla thanks so far. I�ll bring him down tomorrow night at 9.�

I grab a red faced Xander and drag him with me to the exit. I know his eyes have adjusted to the darkness but it�s good to feel some warm flesh against my skin.

In my time with the scoobies I missed the physical contact most. No one touched me. No handshake, no high-five, no handholding, no anything. Existing without the proof of being physically there � it would kill me. Don�t know how a Ghost can exist that long. I would just die without the caress of another individual. When Dru� My Dru�

�Earth to Spike! Hello Blondie!�

�Wot?� I bark and realize we are standing in front of the narrow stairway and I have to let go of the whelp so we can climb up. Alright.
~ Xander ~

When we are in the apartment, Spike says something about food in the kitchen and yes, I discover a frozen pizza there. We take turns showering while the pizza heats up and I have to gulp down the moans I nearly made when Spike comes out of the bathroom only in black jeans, top button open. GAH!

I sit on one of the barstools, so I can keep an eye on the pizza, only I am really keeping an eye on Spikes back. Following the trail of water droplets as they follow the line of his muscles, from his hairline to the waistband of his jeans. He leans up against the counter, waiton hon his blood to heat. When Spike leans over to check the cup in the microwave I nearly moan. He has to be wiggling like that on purpose!
~ Spike ~

If these aren�t endorphins in the air, flooding the apartment�

A little hip roll while I look at the pizza and decide it does not need more time and I could detect a hitch in his breath and a little skip in the heart frequency.

Who is the big bad master of seduction, heh?

I hand him the plate with the pizza, smirking. And he looks at me with a mix of amusement and tortured hopelessness.

I take my mug of blood out of the microwave and Nummy stares at it, when I sit down.

�Where do you get human?� He asks firm but without accusation.

I swallow hard. How does he know it�s human?
~ Xander ~

Erm, how do I know it�s human?

�We kind of produce it, pet.� Spike finally says and I would have laughed because of the look on his face if we weren�t talking about human blood.

�Produce it?? As in we kidnap people and milk them??�

�How would that be possible without the slayer knowing about it?� And Spike laughs out loud at the ridiculous picture. �It�s not like we have a factory where the people are bound to an assembly line and robots connect hoses to their veins and take their blood!�

�So what, they come deliberately?�

Suddenly Spike gets serious again. �Yes, they come of their own free will and they give us one or two pints every month. It�s like the Red Cross, we just pay better. So, they are not harmed, they get money, we have a fresh supply and don�t have to go out hunting. No hunting � no problems with Slutty.�

�We?�

�Some bouncers are vamps and a lot of our guests too. We sell it to them.�

�That�s a great solution.�

�Don�t patronize yourself, Harris. The vamps buy only a snack here or there, like vodka with a little A plus. They don�t stop eating people.�

�Right, but that�s Slutty�s prob then.� And did I really just say Slutty instead Buffy? The way Spike smirks I must have.

�Erm, how much do you pay them?� Keep the innocent face.

�20 $ for the pint. free entry and drinks.�

�Couldn�t I�� do that too?

�NO!� Whoa. That was loud.

�But 20 $...�

�I said NO.� Spike growls dangerously.

I pout. I need money and I could�

�I�ll give you 100 $ every month if you never think about that.� 100 $?

I grin at Spike.

�Deal.�

Spike smiles.

�So, wanna see my room?�

�Yeah.� I smile and Spike smiles back.

God, he is so cute when he smiles the real smiles. We go to the room. He opens the door and walks in. I stand in the doorway and feel silly. I'm nervous like a schoolgirl on her first date. Why?

He just wants to show me his room. I feel myself blushing. God, this is so embarrassing. Now he is smirking again.

�I just asked you to come into my bedROOM, not into my bed, Harris.� He laughs and I feel stupid. I am a little disappointed, hurt by his words. Why by any means would *he* want me, the zeppo, the donut boy, in his bed?
~ Spike ~

And there he goes ag Jum Jumping right into the self doubts.

�Yet.�

�Huh?� Confused is a look I like on his face, it�s near the losing-control expression�
~ Xander ~

In one long step he is in front of me, invades my personal space, one cool hand cups my cheek and makes me look into his face. I peer through my long hair into his blue eyes. They are darker than usual. A deep rich blue. His lips are less than two inches from mine and I feel his breath ghost over my mouth when he speaks:

�I said, I only asked you to come into my bedroom now,� He licks his lips and I have to gather all my will together not to catch that pink wet tip between my teeth. �not to come into my bed yet.� My stomach makes little flip-flops when he sways a little nearer to me, his gaze flickers from eyes to lips, from lips to eyes �

�But when I think about it�� he whispers and I close my eyes against the spinning room.

�now is good too.� I can feel the coolness of his skin against my mouth, so close are his lips to mine. I am unable to think about anything other than: kissmekissmekissme.

Any moment now I�ll feel his lips on mine. His mouth devouring mine. God yes!

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