The Silent Urge Series

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Part B Cravings

Chapter 13 - Scents I

~ Spike ~

There is a loud knock on the door and the whelp jumps away from me! Argh! Grrr. I am instantly dressed up and as fast as I can at the door, ripping it open with such force, the hinges squeal. “Wot?” I bark, angry that I didn’t get my kiss. The two Liplarsh demons tremble in fear and are holding our stuff in front of them like a shield.

“M-m-master Treckle sent us to b-b-bring your luggage, Master Sp-spike. We d-d-didn’t meant to b-bother you.” I clench my fist to calm myself down. Wouldn’t do me good to tear the service staff apart, would it?

“Alright. Just leave it outside.” Hope the whelp sees, how serious I am with the barrier.

I look at him, still standing in the door jamb to my bedroom, a light smile on the face and ‘confusion’ in block letters written on his forehead. That’s how I … what the hell?

“Xander… “I call but it’s too late, he already turned to look in the room. Bloody hell.

~ Xander ~

When I am sure Spike will not kill the room service, I turn around to take a look in Spike’s room.

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T-the bed has an iron frame instead of wood, vampire friendly and the black sheets are decorated with blood red rose petals.

There is a desk on which an impressive rose bouquet sits.

A bottle of very expensive wine and imported chocolate are waiting on the bedside table.

Candles in elegantly formed iron holders are positioned on every surface.

I wonder quickly if the books in the bookcase were selected by Spike or if they are leftovers from the former owner of the apartment.

The room looks as if it’s decorated for a romantic event for two. And I know for sure I am not one of the participants.

Suddenly I feel Spike behind me.

He takes in the preparations of his room and sighs exaggeratedly.

“We have to talk.” He says and I shake my head. I don’t want to know.

“Xander…” A tickling on the base of my spine when he says my name like that.

“No Spike. You’ve got a life, erm, unlife here and it’s okay. I thank you for everything you do for me; I won’t bother you if you let me stay. I don’t want to go but if my presence interferes with your unlife I will be gone. Just say the word. The good-bye words I mean. You and Treck… you fit together very nicely from what I could see and he cares about you… a lot.” Vague gesture with my hand around the bedroom in general. I know I am babbling but I can’t stop. I am so disappointed but I can’t get a grip why exactly. Okay, I thought I was something special, that Spike cared about *me*. And now I feel like the fifth wheel. Expendable Xander that’s me.

~ Spike ~

Up and down and up and down. His self worth must get sick. It’s trapped in a bleeding rollercoaster. It changes faster than bloody Angelus’ mood!

“If you don’t want me here, I’ll go…. No problemo. I have a few dollars saved, I can make it. I don’t want to embarrass you with me being human *and* always in the way. … Okay, I’ll get my stuff. It’s still outside, hm? Don’t worry about me… “Coughing that sounds more like a sob. “Don’t worry about me telling anybody about the club or where you are. The secret is safe with me… “

~ Xander ~

I turn around to look into Spike’s face because he hasn’t reacted to my speech. He has his arms crossed in front of his chest; blue eyes look at me expectantly. I frown. I am not sure what he is waiting for.

“What?” I want to yell annoyed but all I can manage is a hoarse whisper.

“You through?” He asks me coldly.

I nod.

“Good, because we need to talk.” I roll my eyes.

“Didn’t you hear anything I just said?”

“I heard every word.”

“So we can move to the part with the good-byes now, yes?”

“No.”

“But…”

“No. We will sit down now and discuss a few things like normal grown ups.” We roll our eyes in unison. A vampire and a youth – normal grown ups. Yeah.

His voice is low and commanding now.

“I am not your fucking parents who either ignore or hit you and I am not your bloody righteous scoobies who either ignore you or use you. Try to get that into your head!” His eyes are full of golden stars, they are burning into mine. He is beautiful when he is not whining about the damn chip or pig’s blood, when he is in control and determined to get his will. I feel the dreamy smile crawling up my face.

~ Spike ~

And up again.

“You silly git!” I snort and poke him in the shoulder. “Now come, sit down with me!”

We go into the kitchen, where I heat another bag blood. I have to get back to my old strength. For Harris I have a little surprise. I grab a container of chocolate chip ice cream and shove it into his hands.

“Oh Spike! You *really* care!” He grabs a spoon and starts to … *devour* it, would be a good word for what he does with the … urgh. Why did I give him a … that’s a long tongue he has, wonder how… *moan* the spoon – all the way into his mouth – lips firmly shaping the ice cream before entering the warm wet cave…

“Do you have a favourite?” Huh? Me? Ice?

~ Xander ~

Ice is good. Soooo goood. All cool and melting on my tongue. The microwave dings and Spike takes out his blood but doesn’t drink it, instead stares at me…

I can smell the blood; it’s another blood type than the one a while ago. I wonder if he prefers one?

“Do you have a favourite?” Pulling the spoon out of my mouth with a wet plop.

“Not so into ice.”

“Ice?”

“Yeah, favourite ice cream?” Raised eyebrow.

“Na, asked you about your favourite blood! It’s not the same type as before, still human though and I wondered…” I trail off when Spike stares at me open mouthed.

“You smell the different blood types?”

“Erm yes.”

“Why?”

“Erm… no idea?”

“Did this ever occur before?”

“Not so often around people who heat blood and have it for dinner.”

“So you’re often around people who only heat blood then?” Spikesmirk.

“Fuck no.” Hurt look. “You know what I mean!” I grin as goofily as I can. “So what about your favourite now?”

“Before was AB pos, now is O pos. I prefer the neg’s. They’re rare, only about 15 per cent of the people have it.”

“I am B neg.”

“I know.” Dark blue eyes looking at me, penetrating my being, cut me to the core of my soul. I shudder involuntarily.

When he raises the mug to his lips I see him struggling to keep the human front.

“Let go, it doesn’t bother me.” Oh, sheepish Spike. Didn’t know he could do sheepish. I already admitted he is cute, didn’t I? Relief follows and after the first careful sip his eyes are golden blissful pools, glowing like two suns.

I smile at him and take another spoonful of chocolate ice into my mouth. “Hmmm.” I moan, enjoying the sugar overloading my taste buds.

~ Spike ~

“Yeah, hmmm.” I moan with him, holding his gaze. I wish I could taste him again. I would be content with just a short lick of his lips, one thrust of my tongue into his mouth, one short nip of his neck, one delicious droplet of his blood, one suck on his hard cock, dipping my tongue into the tiny slit, feeling the sticky pre-cum on my lips… oh fuck it, I want it all. Bloody hell. No.

No. No. No. No.

“So you wanted to talk?” He asks and looks up at me through lowered lashes. Lowered lashes in a not seductive way. Lowered lashes ‘cause he is so tired he can’t hold open his puppy dog eyes any longer.

“We can talk about it tomorrow.”

“Yeah, sure.” He yawns and I am impressed how wide he can open his mouth. Definitely something we can work with. Hmmm…

His head comes down to lie on his crossed arms on the table. The brown curls fall forward, hiding his face.

“Hey! Don’t fall asleep here!” I nudge his elbow a little roughly and he is on his feet, eyes wide, in less than a second. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Shh, it’s okay. You nearly fell asleep. I just woke you so you can go sleep in your bed. It’s more comfortable anyway.” I try to sound calm and not to let on how angry these little relapses make me. When I get his bloody father in my hands…

Xanpet nods wobbly and disappears with a weak “G’night.” into his room. He leaves the door open and I wonder if he did it on purpose or if he is just too tired to care.




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