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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Part B Cravings

Chapter 14 - Scents II

~ Xander ~

As soon as I am not near Spike, my sleepiness leaves my body for a feeling of utter frustration. Undressing down to my briefs quickly I crawl under the fresh sheets. Dark green satin envelops me, soothing my skin, chilling my flesh. It�s a bed made for two persons and I feel alone. I am restless. I can�t sleep. My body feels so heavy and my muscles are tired but my mind cannot calm down. Bits and pieces of the last hasty days flit through my mind, making me even more frustrated. Forcing myself to lay still, I concentrate on my breathing like I do when I want to go to my safe place.

Only after a few minutes I catch myself not concentrating on my breathing at all. Instead I am listening to the unfamiliar sounds of the apartment. I wonder why I can�t hear any noise from the club at all and make a note to ask Spike about that.

Spike. Hm. Wish he would snore or something, anything that would tell me that he is there, just a few feet away from me. I turn to lie on my other side and close my eyes again. Open them, close them, open them, close them. Years ago I read about this trick. After a while the eyelids are so strained and heavy, they just won�t open anymore and one should fall asleep after that immediately.

Open, close, open, close, open, close, open, close, open, close, *sneeze* WIDE OPEN!

Huh? *sneezesneesneeze* I sit up straight on the bed.

�Spike?�

�Ye*sneeze* bloody *snee*�ell!�

Sneezing Spike?

Sneezing vampire?

SNEEZING VAMPIRE!

�SPIKE?� My heart starts hammering against my ribs. There is no way, Spike is sneezing. And if he is really sneezing, something is seriously wrong.

~ Spike ~

This is *sneeze* ridiculous and the whelp starts *snee* panicking. I am just *sneesneesneezzze* sneezing. Bloody fucking hell. What is this? *sniffle*

I scent the sheets. *sneezesneeze*

I just have to laugh.
~ Xander ~

Oh fuck. He is mad or someone, something did a spell on him.

He starts laughing madly, the occasional sneezing and cursing interrupting. I can nearly see the tears of laughter run down his face, so hard is he laughing.

�SPIKE!? WHAT IS WRONG?� Nope, not panicking at all. Everything is pretty normal � just not the damn vampire in the other room sneezing and laughing himself to death!

~ Spike ~

Think I just *sneezelaughterlaughtersneezebloodylaughterlaughtersneezehell* tell him before he gets a seizure or something. Whelp�s caring so much.

�The bloody idiot *sneezelaughter* put sce scented perfume on all the *sneezelaughterlaughter* bleedin� sheets!� *laughter*
~ Xander ~

That�s it? No world ending now? Just damn rose scented perfume? Doesn�t he know that� And that�s when I realize why Spike is laughing so hard. And I just have to join in.

�You�re a vampire, he should know you can smell much better��

�Yeah, but *sneesnee�* I didn�t do this in over a century!� *sneezzzee*

I can clearly picture the expression on Spike�s face when he felt the first tickling in his nose and suddenly sneezed. Something akin to disbelief, denial, confusion and incredibility. It�s making me just laugh harder.
~ Spike ~

He is bloody laughing at me! *pout*

�Stop that *sneeze* now whelp!� Oh yes very convincing.

�This is making me pretty nauseous. It�s*sneeze* not funny.�
~ Xander ~

Oh, poor pouting Spikeybaby� *laughing*

�Come over, bed�s big enough for two.�

Did I really say that?

Oh. My. God.

Silence.
~ Spike ~

Did I really hear that?

Did he offer me his bed *with* him in it?

Silence.

Hm.

�You wouldn�t mind?�

*swallow*

Silence.
~ Xander ~

�Nope, shared before, didn�t we?�

Fucking fast mouth of mine.

Pics of me and Spike cuddling flooding me.

The feel of his body against mine.

Silence.

Then: sheets shifting, a dresser opening, closing, more sheets shifting.

Oh fuck, Spike just put on underwear.

He was naked!

Naked Spike in black satin sheets!

NAKED SPIKE on black satin sheets.

Image overload.

Please restart your brain.

GAH! Not *that* brain!

*swallow*

Mantiswoman. Larry. Mummygirl. Mummygirl. Mantiswoman. Doesntworkdoesntwork�

Footsteps towards my room.

Dad beating the shit out of me. Dad beating the shit of me and jerking off.

I am the master of self control. That�s me, Xand-man!

It�s very dark, but I can see Spike�s pale body in the door jamb. He is only wearing dark boxer shorts, stands there unconsciously shifting his weight from foot to foot.

�You sure?� he asks me. Nodding I hold the sheets up for him to slide under them.
~ Spike ~

Whelp�s got a pair. No hint of fear or insecurity. Just a welcoming smile and a gesture that says more than words. So I just follow and get into the bed next to him.

We both lie on our backs, pretending to fall asleep but studying the ceiling instead. The silence is awkward.
~ Xander ~

Spike. In. My. Bed. Again.

I may be human but I can see his eare are open and he is as uncomfortable as I am even without the superior eyesight.

I sigh.

Spike sighs.

Neither of us says anything for long minutes.

And I just can�t take it anymore.

�Damn it! Come here.� I open my arms and less than a second later, a hard cool vampire is pressed against me, his head pillowed on my shoulder.
~ Spike ~

I win. I tell the warning voice in my head. I am where I want to be without even bloody lying or manipulating it. �M good. Warmth. Xanpet. Safe.

�Better?� He asks and shifts a little, his chin resting against my forehead.

�Hmhm.� No purring. Don�t purr. I am the Big Bad. Big Bad does NOT purr.
~ Xander ~

His skin feels good against mine. Chest and legs. Chin and hands. All pressed against Spike. Good. Peace. Safe.

Moving a little I press my lips against his forehead. Giving him an all innocent good night kiss, when I remember something.

�Can I ask you something?�
~ Spike ~

I feel his lips press against my skin above the eyebrows. Leaning into the touch, I wish I could demand more, have my way with him. Now. The warning voice in my head yells at me not to rush things. My nether regions demand to rush things. Would be easier, if they would agree on something.

When he whispers the question, his warm full lips don�t leave my skin, they brush against my forehead, the breath washing over my skin like the warmest summer breeze you can imagine.

�J�st ask.�

�Which one is the primary one?� More summer wind, more velvet mouth nuzzling me.

�The other.� I say before I am even able to think about possible consequences.
~ Xander ~

Xand-man the Vamp-X-pert.

�I knew that.� Gently parting my lips, scraping my lower lip along his brow. �Is this one uncomfortable or something? Like a mask?� Taking his brow between my lips, tugging it softly.

What am I doing?
~ Spike ~

What is the p dop doing? I breathe in deeply, trying to get the whole spectrum of his scents to learn what exactly he feels right now. Comfort. Safety. No fear. Arousal - but not the jump-my-bones kind, more the teasing-I-am-interested-in-you kind.

Good thing, he can�t do the smelling thing. I don�t know how he would react to the barely-restraining-from-jumping-your-bones-right-now-again-and-again-until-you-do-not-know-your-own-name-anymore smell. He definitely can�t smell me. Would be running by now. And what was the question again? Ah.

�No, not a mask. Dru said it�s like wearing make up, you need some effort to put it on, then you nearly forget it but you always know it�s there somewhere in your mind so you don�t wipe it off accidentally.
~ Xander ~

�So you can�t get totally comfortable without it?�

Sigh. �No. It�s like the tiniest itch in the back of my mind, keeping me aware of what I present to the outside.�

Hm. �You can change, it doesn�t bother me. You know��

�Xan, I��

�It�s okay. Your choice. No prob.� Pressing my lips a little harder to his forehead. �Just wanted you to know. Night Spike.� A last caress. Deep breath. Smoke, sex, leather, sex, hair gel, sex, blood, sex. Spike scent. And the slightest hint of roses.

Smiling, I drift into sleep.
~ Spike ~

Bloody tease!

My tease.

Nuzzling closer to the warm neck I follow nummy into the land of dreams.

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