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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 17 - Truth I

~ Xander ~

�Spike?�

�Hmhm.�

�Who... what is Treckle?�

�Mekta Demon.� Spike says without hesitation but as if that would answer all my questions. I wait for a moment, and hope that Spike gets a clue.

�and?� I prompt finally, trying an annoyed undertone so he doesn�t notice how hard it is for me to ask for something, even if it�s just some information.

//Shut up! Why do YOU need to know that? Just SHUT UP before I SHUT YOU UP!�//
~ Spike ~

Well, time for that talk then. All painful memories, please get in line!

Why does he have to ask this before work, bloody hell! I can�t even drink myself into a stupor before I have to dig everything out. But, one drink is good. I go over to the bar in the living room and take out my best whiskey. I see nummy�s look but ignore it. I know he doesn�t like people (me) drinking.

I fill a big tumbler and try to give him a whiff of the stuff. When he smells the full and noble flavour, he relaxes instantly and I have to grin. As if you couldn�t get drunk on the expensive booze and beat your kid to a bloody pulp.

��K. Mekta demons are empaths. You know, they feel what you feel... � Ouch, I flinch away from the look in his eyes, just as I imagined this would go.
~ Xander ~

�Asshole!� I can�t believe this. Damn you fucking vampire!

�I am sorry, okay? I... �

�Oh just can it! So did he give you some clues about me?� I turn away and start to pace. I am so damn angry, my whole body is anger. And the deep calming breaths are just like more oil to the fire.

�No! We didn�t talk about you at all!�

Oh, not that important, huh? Just a stupid human boy.

�Xan...�

�Fuck you Spike!�
~ Spike ~
Oh bloody hell! I didn�t even ask Treckle for a peek inside nummy�s feelings! They are obvious anyway. Everybody is able to tell what goes on in his head and heart just by taking one look into his eyes.

�You can block him with a specially made amulet. I will get you one if you want...�

�WANT? Of course I fucking want one!� I watch him pace and feel myself harden. The muscles of his whole body are tense, his fists clench and unclench, his strong jaw works, eyes are wild and dark with rage. Mhmmm, my demon wants this beauty, wants to tame it without breaking.

�You�ll get one. Promise. As soon as possible.�

One fast move and he is in front of me, �And how soon...� yelling in my face, grabbing my shirt, �is soon?� Shaking me so hard the fabric creaks under his fingers but his gaze never wavers. I am not able to move, I am captured in his flaming eyes forever.

Take me...spank me... make me yours... my demon whispers to the beast inside him, but it won�t hear me.

Waiting for an answer I am not able to give so close to him, he pushes me away suddenly. I stumble backwards, clumsily seeking the support of the bar counter.

�Two days. Not longer.� I eventually manage to croak out.

He sits down again and takes my tumbler in one hand. Staring at the alcohol swirling lazily in circles, he nods over to my chair in a silent order to sit down. I comply.

He turns the glass again and again with sure, experienced finger movements until he brings the tumbler to his mouth and empties it in one long swallo
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The clank of the glass set down on the wooden bar oud oud in the heavy silence. Transfixed I stare at the pink tip of the whelp�s tongue, sneaking out to collect the last traces of liquid from a sinful upper lip.

��K.� He says and I wait for him to continue. I grab the bottle and refill the tumbler but he is not even looking at it. Instead his gaze is fixed on something behind me, over my head.
~ Xander ~

That�s it. Time for the goodbye. Have a nice life. Fuck. Yay Harris.

Congrats, you screwed up again!

�I am sorry.� HUH? He is sorry, yes, well, he had this psycho demon check me out so he should feel guilty... guilty? Spike? Nah.

�It�s okay, forget it! It�s just I don�t like people looking inside my head. Hate to go to the dentist.�
~ Spike ~

I start to chuckle. Who could resist this naive charm tinged with the blackest humour?

I definitely can�t and I wish I was allowed to hug and kiss him mercilessly to punish him for the drama queen scene he just made.

And there is that look again. Grrr. The shy gaze up through lowered lashes.

So want to see if he still looks shy when he has my cock down his throat and looks up at me while he sucks... ah, damn. One hand goes to my crotch to make the growing spike more comfortable.

�So fire away, wot d�ya wanna know?�

�Treckle. How did you meet?�

Ahhh.

�Jealous?� I tease and regret it the moment the words leave my mouth.

A short flash of anger and then only hurt reflects in his eyes.
~ Xander ~

It�s not that I can compare myself to Treckle or even challenge him. He is gorgeous and they have history together...

�Alright. I was searching for a place to settle down about five years back and when I went out to have a look at a few possible buildings the sales clerk brought Treckle with him, �coz he was looking for a new club location.

We had a look at various houses and finally I decided on this one, even if it was too big for me but he asked if we could share it and so we did. It was okay with me �coz I wasn�t planning on staying here at that time. I just wanted to have something safe as a fallback.�

�Go on!� Why not tell me everything, come on, how did you get into each other�s pants? I sneer inside my head. But it looks like Spike can hear it pretty good.

�Everything is 50/50. We both own the club and the building.� Spike takes a deep breath and leans forward, elbows on the bar, his hands in his hair, gaze he she shiny reflection-less dark wood.

�When I first came here, years after the actual buying of the building, Dru was not well. She screamed and ranted about me taking advantage of her, of submitting to my elders. The minions were going wild. She sired most of them and they felt more loyalty to her. We fought every minute, she said I would live, work and be against the lore, against our codec. The minions knew she was a bit crazy but she can be very insistent. She started to �have� visions of a comeback of Angelus. The minions did believe her and I had to flee from the lair. The minions I sired, the few who where still loyal to me wanted to follow me, but I asked them to stay close to Dru and protect her. They were ordered to give me notice when the situation changed, one way or the other. I went back to the Twilight.�

He looks up, one hand under the chin the other falls forward, palm upwards, non threatening. Without hesitation I lay my hand on his, thumbs fitting perfectly. We both look down and I admire the contrast of skin. Tanned calloused hand against slim fingered soft paleness. Cool against warmer flesh. This feels good.

I look up but Spike still stares down at our entwined hold.

Then: �I found Treckle and blocked out everything with him.� I want to rip my hand away, don�t want to touch what will never be mine, but Spike holds me, prevents my escape and looks up at me. Blue eyes, cold and distant bore into mine when he continues to speak.

�We had a good time. Half a year of fun.�

Thousands of pictures of positions and a laughing, cuming, moaning Spike flash through my mind.

�He fell for me, I didn�t. When he told me, I wanted to talk with him but one of my minions interrupted us. I was told that Dru had killed nearly all the minions in her preparations for the comeback of the mighty Angelus. She sorted out the unworthy. He told me that my minions had to strap her to a bed �coz she wanted to go out, dance in the sun, get a tan, be pretty or some such rot. I went straight back to her.�

What a bad pun!

�She calmed down, took me back and we came back to Sunnyhell for the real comeback of Angelus thanks to Slutty. The rest is what you know.�

I nod.
~ Spike ~

�He thought, he could have you while you were still with Dru?�

I nod and try not to notice the warm fingertips starting to move.

�Well, he never stood a chance. Pretty bad empath if you ask me.� He says with a totally sincere face and I have to chuckle. I nearly missed the next � whispered - question.

�Whataboutnow?�

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