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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 15 - Bed & Breakfast I

~ Xander ~

It must be midday. When I move, Spike whimpers. Not the good whimper, more the don�t-leave-me-whimper. To be alone must hurt really hard after a century with Dru. Even insane, she was always there for him, giving him something to do, something so he could feel needed, feel loved, worthy of existence.

Yeah, Xander. Way to go with the philosophy of the evil undead.

I turn around as fast as the strong arms holding me allow.

And again I am face to face with the demon. Not afraid. Not even surprised. I wonder why I totally lost my fear of the wilder aspects of this man. Vampire.

My arms are stuck between our chests. And I so want to touch his features. I want to explore them, find out how they feel.

In my time as a scoobie, we dusted so many vamps, but none of us ever got the chance of touching them. Well, none of us wanted to touch a vamp. Buffy though. Would Angel let her touch the vampiric face? Did she want too? Don�t think so. They were both too busy pretending they were just the normal teenage couple. Yeah, how that worked out.

So, staring at the distorted � no, not distorted. They are just different from the normal human face. Hah! Demon here. I still stare on the demon face. Still want to touch it, but can�t �cause my hands are trapped. My mouth is not trapped, I could easily reach the forehead. Well, why not? Spike didn�t mind me kissing him good night yesterday, so�
~ Spike ~

Wanna sleep. Stop moving. �m tired. Don�t go. Wanna sleep. Stop movin�. Why are ya starin� �t me. More sleep. Now. Oh, lips. Warm. Hmmm. More lips. More warmth. So good. Feels so good.
~ Xander ~

My lips. Spike�s forehead. My lips on Spike�s forehead. Easy.

The softness I remember from the good night kiss is gone, the skin is like leather now, still smooth but harder, more resistant. I drag my mouth along the ridges, putting more pressure in it so the caress gets through the harder skin. It just invites you to play rough. The bumps are formed out of bones with only a thin layer of skin over them. Not unlike the collarbone or the bones under the eyebrows.

Spike leans into the touch, presses against my mouth. It gives me the belly flopping. Some moments ago I thought he would start to � well purr would be the right expression, but I don�t think he can do it. Not like a cat at least. If a vampire could purr, it would be somewhere in the books or Buffy would have told us about it. She would�ve never been able to hold back such a �cute� detail about �her� Angel. It must have been just a deep, long drawn out moan.

My lips continue to explore his bumpy forehead and I can�t stop my tongue from darting out. I lick along the sharp contours, at first just with the tip of my tongue, shyly.
~ Spike ~

Warm, wet silk, sliding over my flesh. Hm. Feels good. Where did he get silk? I open my eyes and draw in a lungful of Xandersmell. I can see his tt, ht, his muscles working. God, he is licking me. He is overstepping boundaries. Only mates and sires are allowed to do that, but fuck� this feels so good. My fists are buried in the satin sheets. The fabric crumbles under the pressure. I want to touch him so badly� Don�t want to scare him, but I have to touch him. My hand rises to his hair, fingers tangle into soft, dark locks. A rougher caress of his tongue, his whole tongue. Gripping harder, straining the hair when he gets bolder, when cat licks change to greedy strokes of that hot thick piece of muscle. A light shove of his hands, fingers like claws scratching over my pecs. I moan, I can�t help it.
~ Xander ~

God, his skin is so cool, so smooth. I love to feel it. He is awake now, his hand in my hair, gripping it just right. Not too hard but firmly. He moans and I have to do something before this gets out of hand. What am I doing? Why am I doing this? This is Spike, a male vampire! But gods, he feels good. Scratching over his chest with my fingers, pawing like a cat.

�Feels good?� I whisper and my breath dries the wet trails my tongue painted.

�Good, so good�� He moans hoarsely.

My lips find the scar and I suck on it, enticing a whimper from Spike. The skin here isn�t as leathery as elsewhere. I capture the scarred skin between my teeth, lightly nipping on it. Spike shudders. God, he is so sensitive.

*dreeeppdreeepp dreeeppdreeepp*
~ Spike ~

Oh no. The fucking phone. Not now. Fuck. No.

�What is that sound?�

�Phone.�

Silence.

*dreeeppdreeepp dreeeppdreeepp*

�Go, answer it. That sound is fucking annoying.�

�No.�

Silence. Nummy is shifting away.

�Don�t wanna go. Comfy.� My patented pout. No one can resist that�

*dreeeppdreeepp dreeeppdreeepp*

*dreeeppdreeepp dreeeppdreeepp*

�GO and KILL it, it�s already dying the way it sounds!�

I have to laugh at his last comment. I look at him.

He is gorgeous like this, spread out on the bed, sure of himself, the hair tousled, eyes glittering with energy. He smiles at me and I forget why I was laughing at all.

*dreeeppdreeepp dreeeppdreeepp*

*dreeeppdreeepp dreeeppdreeepp*

Ah yes, bloody phone. I walk over into my room, planning my revenge on the caller. How dare he interrupt me snogging with the boy! Hm. I could scream in the receiver as loud as I can� wonder if my chip would react, if I do some long distance ear shattering�

�Grr.�

�Oh, Spike, love. I didn�t wake you, did I?� Treck�s honey dripping voice sounds not even half as good on the phone than in real life.

�Grrrrwhatchawant?� And make it short, want to go back to bed to the warm human.

�Gah, baby, love it when you are so � hmm � beast-y. Do you remember the��

�Yes. Remember. Vamp. remember? Good memory. Treckle, you wanted what?�

�The things you ordered for the boy are here. Shall I bring them up or do you need help with the kid?� Voice cold now.

�I can do that by myself, thank you.� I press the �end call� button before he gets a change to say anything further. I really have to talk to him.
~ Xander ~

There is Treckle on the phone. I can�t make sense out of their �relationship�. Sometimes it looks like they�re gonna fuck each other silly then and there and other times they could kill each other with looks alone.

Oh, hey Vampire flying forwards my bed. Oumph.

�Spike!� I laugh out loud because of the sheepish expression on his face.

�Mmh. Nummy.� He mumbles while he digs his head deep between my shoulder and my chin. I am shocked by the natural way my hand comes up to cup his head and my leg lifts to let his rest between mine.

Not long after sleep captures me and pulls me into protected unconsciousness.
I wake up to the sensation of someone sucking gently on my neck. Spike is spooned behind me, his arms embracing me. Something hard presses in the cleft of my ass and yes, that must be Spike�s cock, fully erect, nearly leaking. Gah.

I can smell blood and again I am confused, why I can separate this smell so sharply from all others around. And why can I tell precisely that it is my blood and that it is not much?

My body is humming happily. Lazy sensations crawling in slow waves away from the throbbing on my neck through my whole body down to my steel-hard dick. Gah.

Spike didn�t bite me, there is no pain, not the feeling of being intruded by something long and hard� Gah. Spike rocks against me, purrs contently. Hah! Purring. They do it!

I think Spike just grazed the skin with the fangs, accidentally breaking the skin. My god, they must be sharp. I feel his tongue licking on my skin, massaging it to get more of my blood out of the tiny wound. He is so desperate, wish I could take this chip out. Huh? That is a disturbing thought. Spike free again. Why would he still stay with me when he was free to kill again? He wouldn�t spend a second thought on me, drain me and go.

My erection gone, I only feel my bladder demanding urgent attention.

�Spike?� I whisper and he doesn�t answer me. So he is really still asleep, does not even know what he is doing. I climb out of his embrace with some difficulty, assuring a whimpering Spike that I don�t go farther away than to the bathroom.

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