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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 A - Gotta Get Away

Chapter 05 - Not the nice kind

~ Spike ~

The �Twilight� is hidden among all the abandoned warehouses. To keep it a secret was hard until KA needed help. To keep the slayer and the scoobies away was hard work too. Always have to have demons out to secure the district so nothing unusual happened around here which could get Slutty and co. interested. And now I bring one of her sidekicks along. Hey there Harris look, that�s my part of the night entertainment in Sunnyhell. Everybody welcome except the slayer. But why don�t you invite her to a housewarming party??
I dig through my duster pockets for my key, find it and unlock the backdoor.

I�m hardly through the door when two Klashe�ea demons grab me. They are big and look clumsy but are strong fighters and very determined.
�Howww coulddd youuu gettt innn, Vammmpirrre?� one of them snarls.
�I have a key, idiot.� I snarl right back, twist its arm and kick its buddy in the knee � or what goes for a knee, the one further down. The demons stumble and take a long look at me � ah, comprehension is dawning.
�Masssterrrr Spiiiike, exxxxcusssse meeee. Iii diddddn�tttt knowwww itttt wassss youuuu.� The demons bow to me and for a second I feel like my old self.
�Bring me Treckle.� I command and go to the office ignoring the demons babbling.

In the office I sit down in the chair behind the desk. It�s expensive black leather, soft and cool to my hands. My feet are propped on the desk, black shiny wood. I light a cigarette and sigh. Hell, I love to be in charge.
Minutes and half a cigarette later, Treckle comes in. He is a Mekta demon. He appears human, if you don�t mind piercing orange eyes and the long nearly glg blg blue black hair. He can�t read a persons mind but he is aware if somebody is lying to him. Mekta demons are quiet and peaceful, they like to be in business and are mostly loyal.
He smiles charmingly at me, all pretty white teeth showing between his full lips. �Spike, baby, you�re back?� I can�t help it, I give him the once over and leer at him. The orange of his eyes intensifies and I let my eyes flash gold for a second. �Missed me?� I purr.

�Oh god, yes.� He answers and then his lean body moves to me and before I can do anything, I have this beautiful creature in my lap, his thighs on either side of me. His hands grab my shoulders, fingers kneading my skin through the duster. My own hands move of their own accord to his hips, holding him in place. Months since anyone wanted me, needed me, appreciated me. I moan when his fingers slide in my duster, under my shirt. I fasten the grip on his hips and buck up against him, pressing my hard-on against his. He leans forward, my eyes flicker to his greedy mouth where his blue tongue peeks out, wets his lips � and suddenly I know I can�t. In the last moment I turn my head to the side and his lips hit my cheek instead of my mouth. All movements come to a stop, his body weighs down heavily on me and he takes a few deep breaths. Then he starts to chuckle lightly and I have to join in. It is ludicrous.
He leans back, sitting comfortably on my lap, his hands are above my duster again and his gaze is curious.
�You don�t love me anymore?� He pouts playfully.
�I never loved you like that, you know.� I reply smiling.
He sighs exaggerating. �I know. So, why did you come back?� He stares at me, cocking his head to one side, narrowing his eyes. �You won�t take the club from me, will you?� He asks in a faked childlike voice, belying the fear underneath.
�I would never take that from you, Treck. But I�m here to stay. And I will bring someone with me.�
�It�s not Dru.� He states.
�It�s not Dru. It�s not like that. We�re not in love or anything; it�s� complicated.� I sigh and avert my eyes.
�Ah, I understand. Or not. Does it matter? Who is she or he or it?� He questions in business mode.

�Xander. Human.� I whisper.
�God, Spike!� He cries annoyed and leaps to his feet. �You know better then� aarrghh. Human?!?�

He squares his shoulders and crosses his arms in front of his chest.
�I told you it�s complicated. But he is okay, perhaps a little black�n�white view of the world but otherwise��
�Black and white view? You mean, he is full of prejudices against demons? How could you get hooked up with someone like that?�
�I didn�t get hooked up��
�Did too.�
�Did not.�
�Did too.�
�Did� Bollocks. Here is how it goes: I will be back with him tomorrow evening, I want my flat clean, we�re moving in, I need a job for the boy, bartending would be good, starting Friday night. You rule the club as before. Understand?� My voice is commanding but my eyes are pleading.
�Whatever you want, Spike-baby.� He winks at me and smiles. Thanks to � whoever. �But I want to meet him tomorrow night.�
�Can do. Alright, I�m off then.� I stand up and go to Treck, invading his personal space. My hand comes up to cup his jaw. �Keep your hands off of him, he�s mine.� His smile just gets brighter, his eyes are laughing at me.
�See you tomorrow, Spikey.� He whispers mere inches from my mouth, his warm breath ghosting over my lips. I close my eyes for a second and just enjoy the feeling of it. I have to tear myself away but not before I touch my lips to his for a fraction of a second. He just stays there, eyes still closed, when I stride away.

~ Xander ~

It�s nearly dawn and he isn�t back. I should have known it. Why would he help me? I can�t give him anything in return. And he is evil. I can�t believe I forget it so often. When I see a trace of humanity in him without him having a soul, I just can�t believe he is evil to the core. If a vampire without a soul shows understanding, comfort and selflessness and a human with a soul, a father, has nothing but punches and insults for you, you start to see the world in different ways. I can�t see it like the slayer�s �human good � demon bad� way anymore. I guess for her it�s necessary to do a good job. It doesn�t work for me. But I wish it would because I wouldn�t be this disappointed by now.

It�s always the same: out of the ground � into the sky � out of the sky � into the dirt�
In my mind I go through the stuff I packed for him. Is there anything he would come back for? The silver metal box perhaps. If he doesn�t come back I can break it open and find out what�s in it. See, just look positively on things and the disappointment fades away. Yeah, and what do you pretend tomorrow, Xander?
I hear a rumble at the door and am up on my feet and over there nearly as fast as a vampire. As fast as I ever have seen a vampire move, I think. It�s not that I exactly know, how fast a vampire can be. Tried to find it out some time ago but Giles� books weren�t very detailed on facts like speed. It�s not like there are vampire olympics or such, is it?
The door opens and Spike sways in front of me. His lip is bleeding and a bruise taints his beautiful � nope, didn�t think that - face.

I cry out and feel like a girl. He gives me a half grin and falls forward. I catch him.

Whoa. Sexy �denial - vampire in my arms.

~ Spike ~

Well, that was a fight! Outnumbered one to six by strong, non slimy demons with minor fighting skills. They attacked me just a block away from Xander. I haven�t had this much fun in ages! They got a few nasty blows in but hey! No fun if the kick of maybe losing is missing. And Xander�s expression is delicious! He really cares about me. His eyes are horrified when he sees my injuries. They�re not serious, healed by morning. I just can�t resist, I let myself fall forward directly into his arms. Hm. Warm body pressed against mine, a heartbeat thumping against my chest. This is so good.

~ Xander ~

No, this is not fair! Why did he get in a fight? Seems like his debtors are not amused by Spike calling in favours. Who would be? I guess we�re not moving in some place Spike thought to get. Damn.
His face is pressed against my neck and he is mouthing the skin just over the pulse point. Stop that, Spike, getting a strange feeling in my belly here. Aarrgh. He is sucking now, his tongue is massaging my skin. Hm. Don�t stop. Hmm. There are teeth now, human blunt teeth, gently biting and� ungh. Biting � vampire � blood � reminds me of injuries! Have to get him blood. Fast. I hold him still in my arms when I walk him towards the bed. He is growling when I push him away carefully.
�Alright Spike, remember the chip, no biting for you now. I�ll bring you some blood in a nice cup so you can get better, okay?�
He groans and nods and reluctantly let�s me go. I hurry to the fridge and take a blood bag out, open it, fill a cup, heat it in the microwave. While I wait for the �ping� a thought occurs to me. I take a shot glass and a knife out. I grit my teeth and cut into the base of my thumb. The blood drips out to fill the glass in no time. I lick over the cut a few times, slowing the bleeding down. The �ping� sounds and I take the pigs blood over to Spike.

�Be a nice vamp and drink up!� I say when I hand him the cup. He takes it and turns away to drink it down quickly with a disgusted face. Again in human guise but with red tainted lips he hands me the cup back.
�Good boy, here is your pressie.� I say and hold the shot glass under his nose.
His eyes fly open and he has the glass standing on the table and me by my throat against the wall in less than a second.

Creepy vampire speed.
�What do you think you�re doing? Where did you cut yourself? You stupid git. Didn�t you lose enough blood last night?� He snarls in my shocked face. Overreacting much? Hello, yesterday wasn�t nearly as serious as� let�s not think about that. A shot glass of blood will not kill me but help him heal. I wanted to do something for him. He got himself beaten up because he was searching for a place to stay mainly for me. Just for him a nice crypt would do. And what do I get for my help? A pissed off vamp strangulating me.
�WHERE DID YOU CUT YOURSELF???� He demands to know again and I raise my hand.
Oh and back on my feet again and oohh.
Ohhh.
Spike�s licking my palm.
Ooohhh.
Such a naughty tongue.
Cool and pushy.
Hmm�

Lyrics: Nirvana

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