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A/N Thank you all so much for reading - by the end of this chapter you have been following Spike's journey for over 147,000 words! I really appreciate your reviews and wish the site had the facility to respond to them. Check out my lj - http://spikes-evilbint.livejournal.com and look out for my next story - Be Careful What You Wish For.
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Chapter Thirty-Nine

Lindsey glanced around the office and darted to the corner when he spotted the small cardboard box. He grabbed it, tossing its contents onto the floor and then filled it with the video tapes. He passed it to Spike.

�You carry it. If anything goes wrong��

They stared at each other. Both knew that Spike had more chance of getting out because of his strength, but Spike�s eyes blazed.

�I�m not gonna leave you.�

�Promise me that if we get caught that you�ll get those tapes out and stop these bastards,� replied Lindsey earnestly.

�But I c��

�Promise!� barked Lindsey.

Spike blinked slowly and then nodded.

�Say it.�

�All right! I bleeding promise. There, happy now?�

Lindsey almost laughed despite the danger that they were about to face. Spike was pouting � actually pouting. �Come on then, let�s go.�

Spike went first and used his vampiric senses to check out the corridor for people before he opened the door. �Gonna get us out of here,� he muttered to himself. �Not losing you now.�

Lindsey was just waiting for the heart-attack to hit. Surely a heart couldn�t carry on beating this fast without seizing? So far, so good. With Spike carrying the box, like the good little remote controlled vampire that he wasn�t, they had gotten halfway back to the exit they intended to use.

A figure stepped out of a door and into the corridor just in front of them.

�Crap,� whispered Lindsey as he racked his brain to come up with a good reason to have the vampire in this section.

The man, in full army fatigues was the head of the Capture Squad. He was known for really enjoying his job. He stopped, hands on hips and waited for them to get closer. Lindsey could see the muscles in Spike�s back tense. Lindsey�s stomach twisted. He knew that Riley Finn had been the one who had originally brought Spike to The Initiative.

Lindsey couldn�t understand why Spike kept walking when the huge man was clearly intending on blocking their path.

Bleeding tell me to stop, Lindsey! If he didn�t, the man would doubtless know Spike was un-chipped and sound the alarm. Spike struggled to keep his steps even, but hoped that Lindsey would be able to convince Finn that all was well.

Shit! �Stand still, Spike.�

Spike stopped immediately, only a foot away from Finn. He concentrated hard on his breathing as he felt panic begin to grip him. His mind was full of the memories of his capture. The fact that he was no longer hampered by the chip was forgotten as he recalled the helplessness of that day. He trembled slightly and kept his eyes steadfastly on the man�s impeccably shiny boots.

They�d been shiny that day too � until they were covered with Spike�s blood.

Finn smiled coldly. �McDonald, where are you going with this creature?�

�Um�� Oh, come on think of something! Anything! �Er�� That�ll help!   Lindsey was almost paralysed with fear.

Finn took a step towards Spike and stroked his hand over the vampire�s face. �Turn around, Spike,� he ordered.

Spike immediately did as he was told. Lindsey was even more terrified when he saw it. Spike�s face was blank, expressionless, like it was when he had first arrived. Like when he was controlled by the chip. Spike didn�t move as a large hand rubbed down his back.

�This coating�s good. Got to hand it to Warren, he developed a hell of a substance. You can�t even see a hint of the scars now.�

�S-scars?� said Lindsey weakly.

�Yeah. It wasn�t the brightest vampire in the program; didn�t really submit until I�d flayed the skin off its back every day for a week.� He rubbed Spike�s back again and smiled as he felt the vampire shudder. �The synthetic blood keeps them alive but it�s not great at helping them heal and this one�s back ended up covered with scars. For a while we thought it wouldn�t even heal to that extent. It would have been a grade four but for Warren�s coating and its pretty face.� He let his hand fall away. �Turn back around, Spike.�

Spike turned around so fast that Finn chuckled. Spike could almost feel the lash of the steel tipped whip that had been used the last day that he�d resisted. He�d been unconscious even before Finn stopped on the seventh day. Despite himself, Spike began to pant; lost in the past, unable to think beyond the pain those days were filled with.

�L-looks good now though,� muttered Lindsey.

Finn fixed him with a hard stare. �I�m surprised that Warren let it go today without doing some work on it first.�

�Well, he�s played with the chip,� said Lindsey hoping he could make it sound believable. �The surgery isn�t scheduled until seventeen hundred.�

�Figures. I guess it�ll be a full house in the viewing gallery tonight. I�ll be there for sure. I think they should castrate the sons of bitches as soon as they�re brought in. You can use them just as well without and why would anyone want the creatures to get hard when they�re playing with them? That�s just sick.�

Lindsey swallowed hard. Finn's right. It is sick. The whole idea of having an interactive sex toy was totally fucking sick whether it could get an erection or not.

�So, where are you taking it?�

Lindsey forced himself to meet Finn�s eyes. �I�m taking some stuff to my car and then ��

Finn�s face split into a broad smile. �Then, you�re going to have a last play with it before it loses these?� His hand brushed Spike�s genitals.

�Um��

Finn put his hand on Lindsey�s shoulder. �Don�t worry. I won�t tell.�

�Thanks, that�s great,� said Lindsey.

He stepped sideways to try to move from under Finn�s hand, but it held him fast.

�I won�t tell,� repeated Finn, �as long as I can join in. I gave it its first lesson in what it was going to become and I�d like to help give its last before it loses the ability to feel anything sexually.�

Lindsey could hear Spike�s breath coming in quick, short pants. He glanced up at the lust filled face of Finn and saw red. Without thinking of his own safety, Lindsey punched him in the face with all of his might. Finn staggered back and hit the wall. Lindsey followed up the punch with another fist to the head. He was dimly aware of Spike dropping the box of videos, as Finn shrugged off his hits and glared at him furiously.

Thank God that Spike has my back! This fucker�s a giant!

Finn�s fist hit Lindsey�s ribs and the air in his lungs expelled in one hissing gasp.

Step in anytime that you like, Spike. Lindsey sank to his knees. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Spike. His heart fell. The vampire wasn�t coming to help him, but was huddled against the wall, shaking and muttering, with his legs drawn up to his chest.

Oh, fuck it. We�ve failed.

Finn kicked Lindsey, then hauled him to his feet by his arm and easily dodged the feeble punch that the still winded man threw hopelessly at him.

�You dare to hit me? And for what? Because you don�t like sharing?�

He threw Lindsey backwards and he fell not far from Spike. The vampire didn�t appear to have noticed � too lost in his own world. One of Finn�s feet kicked a video that had fallen out of the box. He bent down to see what it was.

We�re dead. Or worse than dead.

Lindsey struggled to his feet and managed to kick Finn on the chest as he began to rise. It did little more than knock Finn back a step. He glared at Lindsey and dropped the tape.

�What were you going to do with these? Where were you really going?�

Lindsey felt like he watched the fist coming towards him forever. It connected with a sickening crunch and he went down hard. He tried to get up but Finn put a boot on the back of his neck and his efforts made no difference at all.

�Congratulations, McDonald. You�re going to be the programs newest inmate.�

Spike�s head shot up. He was on his feet and on Finn�s neck before the man could even blink. Spike gripped the man�s head in both of his hands and twisted sharply, grunting as he felt the neck snap.

Finn�s body landed over Lindsey and he moaned as the weight crushed him. Spike�s knees gave out and he sank gracefully to the floor, shaking uncontrollably.

Lindsey felt like a bug squashed under a shoe. He wriggled but couldn�t get out from under Finn.

�Spike?�

Lindsey couldn�t see him. His vision began to swim.

�Spike. H�help.�

Spike was next to the two men�s feet, rocking to and fro, his body racked with tremors. �Been bad. Been so bad.�

Lindsey tried again to shrug off the dead weight of Finn, but some ribs must have been broken and it just hurt too much. Everything began to fade to grey.

Lindsey closed his eyes. �Spike�oh, Christ, get up.�   Spike�s rocking stilled, and he cocked his head as if hearing something for the first time. �Get him off me.�

Spike stood up and grabbed the body of Finn by the back of his shirt and hauled him off Lindsey, who took in a deep lungful of air and then coughed, moaning softly as his broken ribs protested. Spike stared at Lindsey as he rolled onto his back, clasping a hand to his side. His blank expression didn�t alter as Lindsey smiled up at him.

�Thanks,� wheezed Lindsey.

Spike blinked.

Lindsey held his hand out but Spike just looked at it.

�Help me up, yeah?� Lindsey realised with horror that Spike had reverted to only doing what he was told when the vampire calmly pulled him up and then let go of his hand.

They�d walked a few paces along the corridor before Lindsey remembered the tapes.

�Shit! Spike, we need those tapes. Can you get them?� asked Lindsey, he was finding it painful enough to stand up let alone bend down to reach them.

Spike didn�t move. Trick. Been bad. Now it�s a test. Not an order. Not doing it.

Lindsey rested a hand against the wall and coughed, red frothy spittle foamed at the corner of his mouth. Things were beginning to fade out again. I can�t breathe. Fuck, lung�s punctured. I can�t�Got to! Got to get out. Can�t let Spike stay in here!

�Spike.� Lindsey�s voice was weak. �Get those tapes, then get us out of here. Drive the car to�� Where? Spike doesn�t know the way to anywhere. He began to slowly slide down the wall. Think!    His ass hit the ground. Lindsey coughed again. More blood. �Drive south out of the lot, get on�� His voice sounded wet, and he gurgled. ��the freeway. F-find the nearest large hotel.� Lindsey wasn�t even sure if he was actually talking anymore. �Use my card�in my w�wallet. Get�a�r-room.� He lost the fight to stay awake and slid softly into unconsciousness.

Spike stared in horror. Owner�s broken! He shifted from foot to foot before turning to look at the tapes on the floor a few yards away.   Got to do what he says. He jogged lightly up the corridor, gathered them up into the box and then went back to Lindsey. After a moment�s pause he bent down and lifted the stricken man over his shoulder and tightly holding Lindsey�s legs with one hand and the cardboard box in the other, he jogged effortlessly to the exit.

He�d just gotten through the door and taken several steps towards the car when an alarm shrieked into life. Spike jumped as a metal gate dropped down over the door he�d just come through. He wasn�t sure why he thought that the alarm was a bad thing but he did and by the time that he�d gotten Lindsey into the front seat of the car, he was panting heavily.

Once in the driver�s seat, he fumbled with the ignition and glanced nervously at Lindsey. Got to do what he said. If I�m good maybe he�ll wake up again. Spike floored the car, throwing up gravel and a cloud of dust as the wheels spun before finding a grip and propelling it forwards with a lurch.

Spike was feeling quite pleased with himself when he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel that he�d found. He�d asked for directions but the woman who he�d spoken to had backed away when she was only halfway through telling him. Fortunately, by following the instructions she�d given he�d seen a hotel and thought that must be it.

Need wallet.

Spike felt in Lindsey�s pockets until he pulled out a battered brown leather wallet. He looked at the cardboard box and decided that he should bring that too. It had seemed important to his owner.

Lindsey groaned as Spike hauled him out of the car. His eyes cracked open enough to see that they were in a parking lot, and that a totally naked Spike was pulling at him.

�Stop, please,� Lindsey whispered.

Spike stopped and looked at him expectantly.

�F-find my cell-phone � pocket,� wheezed Lindsey.

Spike grinned. He�d seen that when he was searching for the wallet. He quickly got it out of Lindsey�s pocket and handed it to him.

Lindsey closed his eyes. No! Got to do this. He pressed speed dial three. Then gave Spike the phone. He was close to passing out again.   �Talk to them. Tell them�where we are. A-answer their questions.� He groaned as Spike stared at the phone. �F-fucking�do it.� Lindsey�s eyes rolled back and he went limp.

�Hello? Hello!�

Spike slowly brought the phone to his ear.

�We�re at the Hillcrest Motel,� said Spike, reading the sign at the side of the road.

�Spike? Is that you? Where�s Lindsey?�

�Yes. He�s hurt.� Spike couldn�t stop a sob escaping his lips.

�Hey, Spike. Calm down, okay. I need you to be calm,� Oz said gently. �I�m coming to get you. What room are you in?�

�Not in room.�

Oz�s heart missed a beat. Spike was talking like he had when he�d first seen him. Giles had told him that Spike had been articulate when he�d seen him just a few days ago. Like Giles and Buffy, he�d been horrified when Lindsey had left voicemail for each of them saying that today was the day he was going to get the tapes and that Spike was going in with him. Now it looked like things had gone badly wrong. Lindsey hurt, God�s knows how badly and Spike�would his mind survive this?

�Where are you?� He struggled to keep his voice even.

�Parking lot.�

�Okay.� Oz�s thoughts were racing. The motel was a seedy one but it was probably best for them not to try to get a room. �Look, Spike. I want you to drive the car to the farthest corner of the lot � away from the other cars and wait in the car with Lindsey. Don�t get out until you see me. You remember who I am don�t you? I�m Oz. Your friend, Oz.�

Spike frowned as he concentrated hard. �Oz,� he whispered.

�That�s right. Oz. Stay there, understand?�

Spike nodded. �Stay here and wait for Oz.�

The phone clicked as Oz hung up and so Spike pushed Lindsey�s legs back into the car and did as he was told. He stared at the entrance to the lot and hoped that Oz wouldn�t be long.

Oz called Buffy to tell her what had happened and that he was en- route to go and collect Lindsey and Spike. Her house was the nearest for them to go to. Ten minutes later, he pulled into the lot and looked for the car. He breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted the old rusty car that Lindsey had bought purely to use for this. It was untraceable.

Oz drew up next to the car and got out. Spike watched anxiously as Oz approached him. He relaxed when he recognised him, opened his door and got out.

�Jesus, man! You�re naked!� said Oz, trying desperately not to look at what should be private.

Spike glanced down, shrugged and said, �Well, yeah.�

The corners of Oz�s mouth twitched until he saw the blood on Spike�s body. �Lindsey!� He ran to the other side of the car and wrenched the door open. Lindsey flopped to the side, but before Oz could move to stop him from falling out, Spike was there. He crouched down and cradled Lindsey�s head. When he looked up at Oz, his eyes were brimming with tears.

�I-I think.� He stopped and swallowed hard. �I think he�s d-dead.�

*~*~*~*

Spike sat on the cot in the cage in the basement of Buffy�s house. He�d been sitting there for hours. He was still naked and the room was cold. He shivered from a combination of the low temperature and fear. Only one word filled his mind.

Lindsey.

His features were vampiric as he sat huddled up, ears straining for the sound of them arriving home. He cocked his head. A car. The same one that he�d heard leaving just after they�d rushed him down here and locked him up. The doors slammed and then he heard footsteps. He tensed and held his breath until the footsteps began to come closer. The door at the top of the stairs squeaked open and Spike saw Oz walking down into the basement.

�Hey, Spike,� said Oz wearily.

Spike stared at him. Oz rubbed a hand through his hair and over his face.

�L-L�� Spike curled his arms more tightly around his knees and dropped his head, unable to ask.

�He�s going to be okay, Spike. He�s still in the hospital but thanks to you, he�ll be all right.�

Spike shook his head violently from side to side.

�No. No. No.�

Oz dashed to unlock the cage and knelt in front of Spike.

�Hey, hey. He�s going to be fine. You saved him.�

Oz put a hand on Spike�s knee but the vampire shrugged him off.

�Didn�t.�

�Spike!� said Oz sharply. �Look at me.�

It took about a minute before Spike finally met his eye.

�You saved him. You got him out of The Initiative. You brought the tapes that will close the place down.�

Tears fell down Spike�s cheeks. �I didn�t h-help him.� His voice was so low that Oz barely heard it.

�What?� Oz moved and sat next to Spike. �How can you say that? You carried him out.�

Spike glanced at Oz. �I let him get hurt. If I�d been brave, he wouldn�t have got hurt at all.�

�Look. No one can blame you for freezing when you saw Finn.�

Spike�s eyes widened. He knows!

�Lindsey told us.� Oz paused to allow the words to sink in. �He also said that you killed Finn and saved his life.�

�He said that?�

Oz nodded.

�So he�s not mad at me? I haven�t been bad?�

Oz sighed. �Oh, man. You were a hero.�

�A h-hero?� Spike smiled.

�Yeah. So do you want to see Lindsey or not?�

Spike leapt up from the cot. �Yes!�

�Um�take a shower first and I�ll go and find you some clothes.�

*~*~*~*

It had been decided that Oz would take Spike to see Lindsey. They were still worried about how Spike was dealing with it all. He seemed a little more together but was still almost monosyllabic.

Oz was surprised when Spike grabbed his hand and held on tightly as they walked through the door to the hospital. He wasn�t surprised that Spike was trembling. The stark corridors must look similar to the halls of The Initiative.

Oz bypassed the nurse on reception and walked to Lindsey�s room. His friend was laid on the bed, the top of it raised so that it eased his breathing. A tube ran from the left side of his chest and drained the fluid from his lung. A clip was on his nose, giving him a supply of oxygen. His skin looked grey and his eyes were sunken, but Spike thought that he�d never looked so beautiful.

Spike dropped Oz�s hand as if it were dipped in Holy Water and almost tripped up in his haste to get to the bedside.   Oz stayed near the door and watched with a smile as Spike went to hug Lindsey but then didn�t know where to put his hands without hurting him and so ended up settling for sitting in the chair and taking his hand in both of his own.

�Er�I think I�ll go and get a coffee,� said Oz and he closed the door quietly as he left.

Lindsey stroked Spike�s hair and the vampire laid his head on the side of his bare chest unencumbered by tubes and gently snuggled into him.

�You all right?� asked Lindsey.

�Am now.� Spike didn�t look up.

�When we were in there and you saw Finn�� Lindsey felt Spike tense. �You acted like�um��

Spike raised his head. �Like before,� he whispered. �Like when I was controlled?�

�Yeah. I shouldn�t have taken you back in.�

Spike managed a small smile. �Wouldn�t have let you go alone. No way.�

�But you know that the chip is gone, don�t you? You can go wherever you want.� Lindsey closed his eyes. �You don�t have to stay with me.�

Spike gasped and sat up straight. He knew it. Lindsey didn�t want him. �Y-you w-want me to go?�

Lindsey watched as a fat tear welled in Spike�s eye and rolled lazily down his cheek.

�What? No! I just�I thought�I don�t want you here unless it�s what you really want.�

�Oh, thank God!� said Spike sounding a bit more like the vampire that had returned from France. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and sniffed a couple of times. �Bleeding ponce,� he muttered under his breath.

Lindsey laughed and then began to cough. Spike called for help and a nurse ran in. She helped Lindsey catch his breath and then checked his vitals.

�You should go. Mr. McDonald needs his rest,� said the nurse, blushing slightly as she glanced at Spike. And, do you want my telephone number?

Spike looked at Lindsey desperately, still holding his hand.

�Can�t he stay a while longer, please?� wheezed Lindsey. �He�s my boyfriend and he�s been worried about me.�

Spike�s face split into a wide grin. I�m his boyfriend!

�Okay.� The nurse fixed Spike with a steely stare. �But no talking. He needs his rest.�

Spike nodded. �No talking. I promise.�

�Thank you,� said Lindsey as she walked out of the room.

The nurse shook her head sadly and glanced back at the room containing the two men. Why are all the good-looking ones gay?

*~*~*~*

The couple strolled along the seafront at Brighton, England. A brisk, chilly wind blew in off the sea. They were both well muffled for the weather, with thick winter coats and gloves. The gloves were necessary because they were walking along holding hands.

They were a handsome pair. One�s hair was short and jet black which contrasted with his alabaster complexion, and emphasized his eyes. The other�s much longer hair was streaked a very pale blond. If they were aware of the glances that they drew from passers-by, then they didn�t show it. They turned inland and stopped at the door of a three story house in the best part of town. The blond unlocked it and stepped to the side. He bowed theatrically.

�After you, my Lord.� His upper crust English accent was impeccable.

�Oh, man!� The raven haired one grinned and walked in, his drawl easily identifiable as Texan.

There was an old fashioned hat stand in the hallway and they both took off their outer clothes and walked together into the kitchen. They did pretty much everything together these days. They hadn�t been apart for a night since Lindsey came out of hospital.

�Drink?� asked the blond.

�Yeah.�

They sat at the small round table whilst they waited for the kettle to boil. The blond was got up when it did and came back to sit opposite his lover with two hot drinks. He kept the coffee for himself and pushed the mug with hot chocolate and mini marshmallows across the table.

�I can�t believe you drink that stuff, Spike,� complained Lindsey, reverting to his own accent.

�Why not? It�s bleeding ambrosia, that�s what it is,� replied Spike. He slurped it nosily and chewed on the couple of marshmallows that he�d managed to catch.

�I thought that was blood?�

�Huh?�

�Ambrosia � I thought that you�d call your blood that, not hot chocolate. Some vampire you are!� explained Lindsey, reaching over and touching Spike�s hand.

Their fingers entwined.

�Yeah, well, if it was fresh human blood, it would be ambrosia,� said Spike, grinning at him toothily as his features morphed.

Lindsey�s smile faded. �I thought the blood we got was okay? I know it�s rejected from the hospital but it�s not rancid or anything is it?�

Spike squeezed Lindsey�s fingers. �It�s fine. I�m teasing.� His features changed back.

�Good. Only want the best for you.�

Spike�s free hand drifted across the table and pulled the letter that they�d read before they�d gone out for their walk, towards him. He stared at it for a time.

�We did it, Linds. We really fucking did it.� The words caught in his throat.

�Yeah. We did. It�s over.�

Spike scanned the words on the page but he already knew them by heart. The video footage had sparked outrage the world over. Official investigations showed that all of the branches of The Initiative had started to turn humans to meet with the demand for Remote Controlled Vampires, whether runaways, like in California or in the case of the branch in Dubai, just anyone the Capture Team deemed suitable.

Six months on and all the facilities were closed down. The vampires still in stock or in private homes were staked. This was something that bothered Lindsey more than it bothered Spike. Spike knew exactly how hard it was to keep it together after being through the program. He tried to hide as much as he could from Lindsey, but his lover knew him pretty well. Without Lindsey�s support he would have staked himself months ago.

Stupid things could trigger a panic attack. The last one was someone yelling at their dog! He knew that most, if not all of the vampires that were dusted, would have had no one to lean on. There had been talk of keeping them in detention centres but would that have been more �humane� for want of a better word? Giles and Willow had never found out why Spike�s chip had failed, and records found showed that it wasn�t the only chip to stop working. So the decision was made � the humane staking of all of the vampires that had been worked on.

Lindsey�s plan for Spike to be listed as dusted worked and after Angel�s escape the second time round, he had also been listed as dusted while being hunted. Spike had been to see his grandsire only once more. It was just too painful to see the former powerful and deep thinking � brooding � vampire as he was now. Giles treated him like a son and he honestly seemed content.

They had moved to England and changed their appearance when a reporter almost tracked Lindsey down as the whistle-blower. Lindsey still hadn�t gotten used to Spike�s black hair and regularly begged him to change it.

*~*~*~*

Today was Lindsey�s twenty-third birthday. Neither had said anything about celebrating it, since although it marked the anniversary of their first meeting, it wasn�t in a way that either wanted to remember. So Lindsey was surprised when Spike asked him to make himself scarce for a couple of hours that morning. One look at his lover�s face told him that refusing would result in sulking that he knew could last for days, and so, although he grumbled like mad, Lindsey went out.

Spike waited five minutes and then hurried to his first appointment. He�d spent days arranging everything and he wanted the time that he had to run smoothly. Sure enough he was back at the house, everything in place, before Lindsey walked in.

�Spike?�

�Bedroom,� replied Spike succinctly.

Lindsey grinned. He began to take layers of clothing off as he made his way upstairs to their bedroom. Spike was sprawled on the top of the bed, with his body arranged provocatively as if for a photo in some porno mag.

�Happy Birthday, Lindsey.�

Lindsey licked his lips. He pulled off his boxers so fast that he ripped them at the seam. Spike looked fantastic. His hair was bleached to the whitest of blond and stuck up in peaks with gel. A tattoo was drawn on his skin in the shape of a heart with an L in the middle of it. It was placed over his un-beating heart. Spike�s cock was already erect. Lindsey swore that Spike only had to think vaguely dirty thoughts to get hard and stay hard. He wasn�t wrong.

The heavy drapes were drawn over the windows and several candles flickered around the room. Lindsey squinted at Spike�s erection in the dim light.

Is it?

Spike shifted his hips and his cock bobbed against his body, leaving a dark smear on his stomach.

�Gonna stand there all day?� teased Spike. �Was hoping that you might be hungry.�

Lindsey laughed and climbed onto the bottom of the king-sized bed. He crawled his way up until his mouth could reach Spike�s cock. He licked the underside of it from its base to the moist tip, glanced at Spike and then swallowed him whole.

�Jesus!�

Spike thrust his hips towards Lindsey�s eager mouth, chuckling as Lindsey�s tongue worked at getting all the chocolate sauce off his dick.

�Nothing but the best,� murmured Spike. �Seventy percent cocoa solids.�

Lindsey slapped him gently; all too aware that anything more would hurt Spike like hell.   �Shut up! Ruin the moment, yeah?�

Spike moaned as Lindsey returned to his task and brought him to a shuddering climax. Spike still found it amazing that Lindsey swallowed his spendings. Still didn�t feel totally right.

Lindsey kissed his way up to Spike�s lips. �How come it�s my birthday and you�re the one who�s just come?�

Spike leaned down and picked up a jar from the floor. �My turn to work.�

Lindsey took the jar and opened it. White chocolate sauce. �Don�t go for the posh stuff, like you,� said Spike. �Like my chocolate cheap an� cheerful and very sweet.�

Spike�s mouth watered as Lindsey stroked the sauce over his cock. Lindsey was kneeling on the bed when Spike�s lips touched him. He held Spike�s head as the vampire sucked him off. Just as he was getting close to climaxing, he told Spike to stop. Spike immediately did, and Lindsey kicked himself for saying it so bluntly, so like an order.

�What�s wrong?� asked Spike, his brow deeply furrowed. He knew that he was good at this, so why did Lindsey want him to stop.

�Do you know what I really want for my birthday?�

Spike shook his head, feeling disappointed that he hadn�t thought of whatever it was himself.

Lindsey pulled open the drawer of the bedside cabinet and took out the tube of lube. When Spike saw it he relaxed. He had thought of it after all. But it wasn�t much of a present since they did it pretty much everyday. He rolled onto his back, pulled his knees up and offered himself to Lindsey.

�You love me, don�t you?� asked Lindsey.

��Course I bleeding do.� Spike rolled his eyes.

�You�ll do anything for me.�

�Yeah,� said Spike before he realised where the conversation was going. �Wait! No.�

�Can�t go back on it now, and it is my birthday,� said Lindsey. He held the slick out for Spike. �Please.�

Spike sat up and avoided looking into Lindsey�s puppy dog eyes.

�But, it�s not right,� he said quietly.

Lindsey put the tube on the bed. �Why, Spike? I want you to do this. How can that not be right?�

Spike shifted and turned slightly away from him. �Just � you don�t��

�Don�t fuck your owner,� said Lindsey as Spike�s words tailed off.

Spike nodded miserably. Lindsey cupped Spike�s chin with his right hand and made him make eye contact.

�But, I�m not your owner. I�m your lover. I need you to fill me, Spike. I want you to.�

Spike closed his eyes. He wanted to do what Lindsey asked but was just so afraid. He remembered all too vividly the �lessons� in what happens if a vampire dares to try to mount his owner at any time, or another vampire of either sex without permission. The techs tricked every vampire in the program into breaching this rule.

In Spike�s case, he�d been left with a pretty, young female vampire in a cell. She reeked of lust and sex and Spike, after enduring one of his first sessions of being systematically buggered by everything from a real cock to what looked like a fucking chair leg, needed to reaffirm himself. Needed to be male, and dominant. He needed to erase the memory of their words and how his traitorous cock had responded when they hit that sweet spot inside.

The techs had burst into the room just as he was about to climax. They had dragged him off the female and thrust a bottle over his cock. For the split second before the pain hit, Spike thought that they wanted his seed. The bottle was filled with Holy Water and they�d held it there for so long that Spike wept with relief when he saw that his penis was still there, albeit burned and shrivelled when they took it away. They had left him without blood for a week and laughed as the burns festered.

It was weeks before he was even capable of an erection after that.

Spike didn�t know that Lindsey had seen his file. Lindsey wisely thought that things would be better if Spike thought that he didn�t know.

�Just use your fingers if you�d prefer?� said Lindsey.

Spike opened his eyes. �Okay.� That had been similarly punished but hadn�t terrified him half so much.

Lindsey rolled over and wriggled his ass.

Spike lubed his finger and tentatively began to trace around Lindsey�s pucker. Lindsey leaned back into his touch and soon Spike had two fingers inside and was crooking them just right.

�I want you to fill me,� said Lindsey quietly. �Please, Spike. I need you.�

Spike swallowed hard and then lined the head of his cock up as he withdrew his fingers. He slid it in slowly and the sigh of pleasure that he gave was the best birthday present that Lindsey had ever had. Spike�s confidence grew and he reached forwards to fist Lindsey�s cock in time with his thrusts.

�Oh, God,� gasped Spike as he rode towards his climax. �Linds�I��

His words descended into a loud moan as they climaxed simultaneously. Spike collapsed, onto Lindsey, pinning him to the bed.

�Happy Birthday, Lindsey,� he said as he nibbled at his ear.

Lindsey rolled over when Spike�s softening cock slipped out of him. He traced the outline of the tattoo.

�How has this healed so well if you only had it done today?�

Spike nudged him with his elbow. �Vampire, remember? Few little pinpricks don�t take long to heal. About an hour to be precise.� Hurt like fucking hell though. He was glad that he had been dipped in the protective coating as it made him able to live a �normal� life with Lindsey, even if it did mean more pain.

�A heart,� said Lindsey, kissing the middle of it.

�Yeah. Figured since mine doesn�t beat, I�d better show you that it�s got your name written all over it.�

�Spike,� said Lindsey, voice thick with emotion.

Spike got up from the bed. �That didn�t sound half as poncey when I thought it,� he said gruffly. �Fancy a beer?�

Lindsey stifled a laugh and admired Spike�s body as he walked out of the bedroom. He heard Spike take the stairs two at a time and wriggled beneath the covers to wait for him.

Yeah. Life was good. Spike would be okay. They�d be okay.

The End
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