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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 19 - Debuts I

~ Spike ~

Bloody hell. If I have to wait longer, I�ll explode. That boy doesn�t even know what he does to me!

�Just remember,� I eventually force myself to say, �don�t exchange ingredients by yourself, don�t take any offers, don�t touch any of the guests in any way, not when you take money from them, not when you hand them their drinks. We don�t want you proposing to anyone, right?!� His eyes widen. �If anyone threatens you, tell them you belong to me, Spike or William The Bloody, if they don�t back off, call out for the security.� He looks to the floor. �Num-whelp?�

�Yeah, just wondered, when we were on patrol� you said your name should never fall from my lips � Oh yeah, eyes fixed on those again, keep on talking, like to see how they move, would love to feel them on mine, would bite them and suck them in� �Spi-ike? Spiiiiikyyy?�

�Yeah, see whelp, erm� �Bloody hell. My hand shoots forward and I grab his chin and force him to look into my eyes. Golden brown pools of insecurity and trust. �This is my world, my club. Here you can be proud to belong to me. I rarely choose someone to be with me. You are under my protection here. No one with half a brain cell will touch you without my permission.�
~ Xander ~

Damn those blue eyes of his! A warm mushy feeling crawls inside my body with every possessive word he utters and the sincerity in his eyes makes my belly do funny things. Like when you eat too much candy and then have a ride on the latest rollercoaster. Well, okay this is better because I don�t think I will puke afterwards but�

He chose me. I belong to him. He protects me. The goofy grin is back.

�Come now! Time is running! We still have to�� Spike loses track when I lick my lips. His hand is still under my chin and I love to feel it. I always liked to be touched. I could never get enough of someone just touching me. But Spike? I make a step back, trying to escape his closeness, not ready to deal with anything gayish and promptly lose my balance when the backs of my knees collide with the bed. Acting on instinct only I grab Spike�s hip to prevent my fall.
~ Spike ~

I see nummy retreat and am angry for a moment. When I see him lose his balance, my arms close around his waist and I just pull him against me. Oh yeah, that�s bloody good. I moan and let my forehead drop to his. My eyes closed, I just breathe in his scent, just bathe in his warmth.

I feel him shudder and the hand on my hip increases its pressure. His head moves in these little motions, rubbing our noses together while our lips get closer and closer to each others. He is panting and his breath is puffing against my lips in short harsh gasps. Bloody hell� I so want him to kiss me.
~ Xander ~

What am I doing, what am I doing� This is Spike! Handsome Spike. Cute, saving me Spike. His body to mine, his arms around me, my hand on his prominent hip bone and the perfect height to kiss. No dodging, no stretching. So easy to just close the distance and �kiss him. *moan* cool smooth lips, barely touching but touchionetonetheless and it�s like the world stands still for a moment and if Spike wouldn�t hold me, I would melt to the floor and � *shudders*
~ Spike ~

Oh bloody hell, boy. What are you doing to me? You make me dizzy with need and� just to feel your heart pounding so fast against my chest, as if you want to wake mine. I fasten my grip on him and pull him closer to me, press my hard cock against� oh his answering hardness. All I want

is to lay you down on the bed and cherish your body, worship it and make love to you and � Bloody hell.
~ Xander ~

What did I do wrong? Why is Spike pulling back? No, not this time. No. Want more. Want� I follow his motion and find his lips again, gently pulling his full bottom lip between mine. His lips start to move against mine and I want to moan. Finally he reciprocates the kiss! But then I hear the words he is saying, causing the movement of his lips. �Not the right time, whelp. Xander, stop. Please.� God, why? Oh no. He doesn�t want this. Doesn�t want me. I misinterpreted. He was just teasing me, he didn�t mean it, just joking around. Oh god. Idiot, Harris! Idiot!

�Spike. Damn, I thought� and I� sorry. �K? Just sorry.� I look down, hands now hanging limply by my sides. Fucked it up; congrats Harris.
~ Spike ~

Oh yes, what a way to give the boy more confidence. But if we start this now, I won�t stop until I have shagged him stupid.

�Xan, it�s�� not that I don�t want to shag you, it�s �� just not the right time, we have some�� frigging ��appointments we can�t miss. You are supposed to be downstairs in about two minutes to get your link.� He doesn�t look up, he nods numbly and I could rip my own head off for letting this happen now. Bloody fucking hell!

�Come on.� I say and let go of him and he seems to shrink even further into himself.
~ Xander ~

Yeah, link, job, apartment. Nothing more, nothing less. Roomies. And can you believe that? I am �sad because Spike doesn�t want me! Spike for god�s sake! I shudder disgusted with myself or is it just the cold I suddenly feel after Spike�s arms are gone? No, don�t think about it. Don�t think about it. I shrug the shudder off, squaring mouldoulders. Nope, this will not get me down. Will not distract me from my new job. I see Spike�s slim hand coming up and jerk away with my whole body, brushing past him, shoulder painfully connecting with his.

�So where do I get this link?� I nearly spit out, my voice harsher than I intended.
~ Spike ~

Fine! You want it this way, Harris? Fine with me. Pity for you.

�Kasrel, our warlock is downstairs, waiting for you.� I strode past him again, grabbing my duster and putting it on with the practiced move, finding comfort in the heavy leather. I�m already searching for a cigarette before I am out of the door. Harris follows me; I can hear his heartbeat.
~ Xander ~

I observe Spike�s familiar pattern of putting on his duster, it remembers me of Linus from Charlie Brown who can�t live without his security blanket. I have to grin when I picture a little comic Spike crying for his security duster.

I follow Spike into a room near the office where this warlock already waits for us. Impatiently.

�You�re late.� The old man whispers and looks up, freaking me out with that blinded eye he has. I swallow hard. What is he going to do with me? A wrinkly hand comes up to straighten back his filthy brown hair and the other eye comes into view. It�s scaring me even more. So cold and sharp it looks at me as if it could cut me into pieces and examine me bit by bit. Maybe it does. I shudder involuntary.
~ Spike ~

I feel the whelp tense up, when he comes face to ugly face with the warlock. Yeah, he isn�t the freshest one anymore, but he is safe and trustworthy, working for us for years now.

�Hey W!� I greet with my most respectless attitude. Just coz he�s trustworthy I don�t have to trust him, do I?

�Spike!� Hets ots out, the eye with the white iris rolling around without focus, panning the room like a security camera. And that�s really nasty.

�I need a link here for the new boy.� I tell him and am slightly disturbed by the lack of protest from Xander.

�Pet?� Kasrel asks and musters my nummy appraisingly.

�NO.� I snarl a little bit too vehemently and he raises a bushy eyebrow at me. The white eye suddenly focusing on me. Bugger off.

�Ah, I see.� He eventually says after long moments of silence. �Come here, boy.� He addresses Xan, his tone surprisingly gentle. Like a moth drawn to light Xander closes the distance and takes the offered hand. They stare at each other and some kind of understanding seems to pass between them.

�Ruby like wine but so much sweeter, comes time you�ll find what you are seeking for.� He whispers to my nummy. Cryptic fucking magic rot.

�So, to whom should he be linked?� The warlock looks at me questionably. I nod and go over to him. He takes one of Xander�s hands and while the nummy looks at me still unsure, Kasrel has cut into my nummy�s thumb. Hey!
~ Xander ~

Hey! Ouch! And the full aroma of my own blood hits my nostrils. I feel my eyelids flutter closed for a second, enveloped in the strong scent. This warlock mumbles unintelligible words and lifts up my hand to Spike who takes it nearly greedily. And a second later I know why.
~ Spike ~

I take nummy�s thumb deep into my mouth, sucking it a little harder then necessary while I stare into his eyes. They are clouding over, dazed with lust, my suction making his body spiral out of control until�

�Pick a safe word!� Kasrel interrupts not too gentle and Xander coughs out a strained �Slayer!�

Two seconds later, my tongue twirling around his thumb, even though the wound has already closed, the warlock says �Done!� and Xander jerks his hand away. Pity.
~ Xander ~

God. No more sucking my thumb in public or it�ll get messy! Damn Spike. God, he can move his tongue! Goosebumps crawl over my body.

�So what, still calling for the slayer when you get in trouble, luv?� He mocks me.

�Wouldn�t do to have the security staff coming to save me, every time I�ll scream yours.� I reply, not sure, where the sudden confidence comes from but laughing when I see Spike�s totally stunned expressions. Go Xan-man!

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