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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 08 - Getting Away

~ Xander ~

Spike has gone really still. I appreciate it. He gives me time to decide things for myself without his interference. He is the first person in my life that actually thinks I am able to make important decisions by myself.
When I go with him I won�t be alone and I wouldn�t be without kinda guidance. Nevertheless I would still be able to make my own decisions.

�I want to come with you.�
~ Spike ~

So wot? Git won�t come with me. His loss.

Don�t give a flying fuck.
Me, I don�t need him! Wot for?

Bawling like a bint all the time:

�Spike I can�t do this, Spike that is a demon, Spike demons don�t love��

No, thanks but no thanks.

I�m outta here.
�I want to go with you.�
�Bout time! Wasn�t waiting another minute for you, whelp.
�If you come with me�� If I take you with me after you needed this long to make this decision�
�When I come with you�� Getting cocky aren�t we?
�If� when you come with me, I show you *my* world. There is no backing out in the near future. You have to forget some of your prejudices and morals to live with me, to fit in.� Can�t save your tight arse all the time.
�You�re talking about killing, maiming and stealing?� Stereotype much?
�No Harris. I talk about friends, no matter what they look like and about secrets humans are not allowed to know. I talk about trust and an open mind.�
�I *want* to come with you.�
�Right then.�
~ Xander ~

Spike is up and in the shower before I can ask him more about where we�re going or what job I will have to do.

I stand up and strip off the sheets, not wanting to do anything that might get my father angry at my mother if he would come down to the basement, examining it aft lea leave.
When I come out of my shower, Spike is not, as I expected, waiting for me in the kitchen, mug of blood in his hands. Panic grips me and my guts clench tightly, making breathing something that needs concentration to do it.
I stumble to the fridge to have something to hold on to and to not give into the urge to slide to the floor. A note is scribbled on the backside of the lid of one of my frozen menus. Eww. How long has this been lying here?
== Don�t get your knickers in a twist. ==
Oh. Victorian Handwriting between old tomato stains and sticky cheese, slightly untidy because of the effort of the writer � Spike! � not to touch the surface he was writing on.

He�ll be back. Sigh. Panic subsiding. Breathing calmly again. Not abandoned. Not alone.
~ Spike ~

I am again walking through the sewers and it doesn�t improve my mood. Am a little wired �cause Harris agreed to come with me but at the same time angry that I am happy �bout that. Won�t do me good to get involved with some human. Sire always said involvement with the food will get a vampire dusty faster than a slayer. Shouldn�t have done this at all. But when he looks at me with his puppy dog, please-kick-me eyes I just can�t withstand him.
No probs if I hadn�t the chip.ouldould have just marked him as mine, Pet, Property of Spike. No one would bloody care if I had a fucking human or a thousand for my amusement. But! I can�t mark him because of the fucking chip. And did I say already I hate this thing in my head and the fuckers who put it there?
So at last near my crypt, getting my baby.

Have to do one or two things before I go back to the whelp.

Hope, he found my note.

Wouldn�t do him good to� aaarghh.

I am doing it again.
~ Xander ~

I am pacing around the limited space of this fucking basement I finally leave today. I just wish Spike would hurry. Could be that Dad checks the basement any moment now to see if I am gone.
I hear the roaring of a tormented engine, the screeching of tires on concrete and my heart jumps into a punishing rhythm, setting my body in motion before my brain can catch up. Grabbing three duffel bags I run outside and cannot, and don�t want to, suppress the big shit-eating grin that seems to swallow my ears.
In my eyes the Desoto is shiny, sleek and the vampire leaning with his back against the driver�s door, casually smoking a cigarette, satisfied smirk in place is just the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
I am thrown back in time for a second: Angel�s hard grip preventing me from running away when he offers me to �the Spike�. Proud Master Vampire, killed two slayers, known as William the Bloody, part of the Scourge of Europe,�

but not one book said that he was this gorgeous.
~ Spike ~

Down in second gear, accelerating until the engine protests, clutch pedal, handbrake, turning the steering wheel with only one hand to the right until it won�t go any further, the lady is drifting screaming to a standstill in the opposite direction to which I came from, totally unaffected out of the car, short glimpse at the black rubber traces on the street, casual pose: back to driver�s door, fag � cool.
Basement door flings open; whelp is stumbling out, heart pounding a mile a minute, duffel bags in his hands, he comes running. I look in his face and � oh fuck �

I think the sun�s just gone up and I didn�t realize it.

What a bright smile!

And just because I came back.
He totally trusts me with everything. He doesn�t even know, what job, what apartment I might have found for us.
He is sexy like that, eyes and mouth grinning, shining with pure joy. Bet I could put this look on his face more often if�
�Need a *ride*, whelp?� Casual shift of my hips. Getting his attention to my crotch where my cock lays semi-hard waiting for his answer.
~ Xander ~

God yeah. My cock twitches to life in my pants when I see the slight thrust he makes.

Shaking my head to clear it of all the images that flood me, when Spike *thrusts* his slender hips like that, I shove the duffel bags to him, destroying the cool scenery he created.
�I�ll get the others.� Running back and taking them I throw my keys on the bed and leave the basement of doom forever.
Less than half a minute later I sit in the passr ser seat, the bags are all in the trunk, and look expectantly at Spike.

Who looks expectantly back.

What does he want?
A wild thought rushes into my head: I am the damsel in distress and he wants me to kiss him as a reward.

Gah!

Well, �
~ Spike ~

Just wanted to ask the whelp if he is ready to go when he zoned out.

Got this creepy look on his face now.

And is coming closer, I cock my head to the side, raising an eyebrow.

If he leans forward like this a little more, he�ll fall with his face in my lap.

�You alright Harris?� I ask him, mere inches away from really keeling over.
�Yeah.� He whispers.
�Right then.� I say, turn to the street and start the engine. With a dark howling my lady surges forward, whelp is thrown back into his seat by the acceleration � keeling over prevented � and we are on the way to the �Twilight�, the radio throbbing:
When you are with me

I'm free...I'm careless...I believe

Above all the others we'll fly

This brings tears to my eyes

My Sacrifice

We've seen our share of up's and down's

Oh, how quickly life can turn around ... in an instant

It feels so good to reunite within yourself and within your mind

Let's find peace there

When you are with me

I'm free...I'm careless...I believe

Above all the others we'll fly

(Creed � My sacrifice)

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