The Silent Urge Series

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Part B Cravings

Chapter 16 -d & d & Breakfast II

~ Xander ~

Cute. Cute. Cute.

He is such a baby!

After I relieved myself, I stare in the mirror. On my neck, where the shoulder begins is the mother of all hickies. Looks like I was right with my theory. There is just one shallow cut where one fang nicked my skin. It’s already closed and fading. I wonder why I don’t freak. I should freak, shouldn’t I? I had a vampire sucking on my neck for god’s sake!

It’s about 4 p.m. and I’m hungry. I go to tridgridge to make me something to eat. There is enough for two big sandwiches, I withstand the urge to open the crisper drawer where Spike keeps his blood, which I nearly gulp down. It’s weird. Even after the big sandwiches I feel like something is missing. A little piece of chocolate perhaps? I am still hungry for something special… I really have to go shopping to stock up on Twinkies or something.

There is nothing different for me to do so I go into Spike’s room, open the window, so the fresh wind can take the penetrating rose scent away. I strip the sheets, put them into the washer, collect the rose leaves and throw them away. The scented candles and the rose bouquets get new places in the living, training and kitchen spaces. Our bags are still out besides the front door, so I bring them in and unpack them. I see the chocolate and the whiskey on the bedside table. The chocolate makes her way into the fridge, while I give the whiskey a new home in the bedside table. When I open the drawer I see the biggest tube of lube I ever saw and several pairs of leather and metal cuffs.

Gah. Panic. Swallow. Again. Deep breath. Gah.

My mind feeds me with shocked numbness and jealous pictures of a naked Spike cuffed to the iron frame of the bed, moaning and wriggling, unnecessary panting, his cock and balls glistering from wetness out of the monster lube tube.

The whiskey is pushed in and the drawer slams shut. God! Get a grip, Xander, damn it!

~ Spike ~

Nothin’ so nice as if to wake up with a start because of a hammerin’ heartbeat.

What did the whelp find now? Got his knickers in a twist right good. Poor heart is pumpin’ for all it’s worth. And it’s worth a lot.

Getting out of the bed, I stagger over to my room. My room? What the hell is he doing in my… Oi, whelp, give me more. Just bend a little more and lose your clothes *before*. Great, hard now. Why is he putting satin sheets on the bed? Ah right, the rose scent. Can’t wait to get me out of his bed, can he? Bloody tease. Wriggles his ass at me and it’s all just much ado about nothing. Dark blue sheets, perfect for his tan. Would look bloody gorgeous on that fabric. Naked. Grrr.

~ Xander ~

I spin around when I hear growling behind me. Fuck. Spike, in black briefs, hard as… the hardest thing you can imagine.

“Mornin’.” He grumbles, loim lim like this, all dishevelled and pouting.

“Erh, morning lube, Spike. I mean hard morning, Spike!” Goofy grin, hoping that he is still too groggy to get the slip.

~ Spike ~

Morning lube? Hard morning? Got some impressive slips going this early. So huh? Cocking one eyebrow, leaning my head to one side, smirk in place, I just look at him.

And he gets this expression in his eyes which fresh mommies get over their just born babies. Huh? This is the arrogant Big Bad face. The you-cannot-hide-anything-from-me face. And he looks at me like I were a newborn kitten. Grrrr.

~ Xander ~

The attitude works when he is in his black uniform, duster in place, cig in hand, locks gelled back, but… Now, in only briefs and the hair standing up in all directions and curly around the base of his skull, nope. Looks like a kitten, just awoken, wanting to snuggle.

“Cute.” I say loud before I can stop myself.

“’M not cute!”

“Are too.”

“Am not cute. Handsome. Sexy.” Rubbing with one fist on his eye.

“That you are too.” I say boldly, blushing immediately and shocked by my own courage.

Suddenly his expression changes, becomes fearful and disturbed. In one fast movement he is right in front of me, examining my hicky.

~ Spike ~

He is the cute one, especially when he is blushing like a shy virgin and turning his head sideways, looking to the ground embarrassed. Hey, what is that? A hicky? uck.uck. I am in front of him before I can think, one hand grabbing his chin, raising his head and the other poking on the hicky.

“I am sorry, Xan. I wasn’t aware of… did I hurt you? I didn’t want to…”

“Stop it, Spike.” He commands firmly.

“But you’re hurt. I bit you!” And I can’t even reme it! it! Fuck.

“I am not hurt. And you didn’t bite me.” Wish I could.

“But…” why is he still here. Should panic and flee when I nibble on his neck.

“No but. We were both sing.ing. I just saw it in the mirror. It didn’t hurt. Your chip has not gone off. It must have been an accident. You just scraped me with one of your fangs. No biggie.”

“You’re not mad.”

~ Xander ~

“No.” Why should I be mad, if it doesn’t even bother me? He stares at me as if I grew a second head. Or as if I am a totally different person than before. Maybe I am. I smile reassuringly at him. My gaze drifts down to one dark nipple, stays there. Sucking or biting or both? What woue pre prefer?

I barely catch myself before my mouth can ask the question loud. Poooh.

“Go feed. I want to shower. I ate already. Your clothes are in the dresser.” I say and make a run for the bathroom.

“Xan?” He calls.

“Yeah?” I turn around, the knob of the bathroom door already in my hand.

“First suck them ‘til they’re hard and then bite them.” He snaps his teeth and smirks.

GAH! I said that loud! I nearly fall through the bathroom door and shut it firmly behind me, panting.

I can hardly get in the shower before my hand grabs my hard nearly bursting cock. I picturain ain Spike’s nipples, the feel of them against my mouth, how they would get hard, when I suck them and how I would bite down, gently at first, then harder, Spike arching into the delicious pain… I come faster and harder than ever before in my whole life. And wow did I have some quick sms.sms.

When the fog lifts in my head a little, it hits me, that Spiust ust be able to smell the flood of pheromones but hey, I am a young man! Full of raging hormones. Young men like me jerk off in the shower! Constantly.

~ Spike ~

With my back against the bathroom door I am able to hear the wonderful little noises he makes, the low, suppressed moans and groans.

I shudder, when he comes fast and hard, a deep nearly growling sound, unsuppressed rolls out of his throat.

I look down on my own begging erection. Sigh. I am too old to quickly jerk off and hide the evidence. I want into the shower. Want to bathe in the pheromones and the scent of semen from my nummy while I wank.

When the door opens, light years later, I act fast. I slide along his whole, still lightly wet body, pressing myself against him, breathing in deeply, absorbing the gasp he makes, enter the bathroom and close the door behind me. Everything in less than two seconds. Nearly flying into the shower stall, I get dizzy from the musky mix of scents. Fisting my cock with fast hard strokes, inhaling deeply, the force of the *need* makes me tremble, I cum whimpering. Bloody hell.

~ Xander ~

Huh? Spike really needs to shower, heh?

When I am dressed and through with the unpacking of my bags, I go back to the main room. Spike is dressed, black jeans, black shirt, barefoot, and crouched in front of the entertainment centre, sorting through the mix of his and my cds.

He looks up and smirks at me. Yea’m p’m pheromone boy, say hello! I grab a pencil and some paper sheets and sit down at the dining table. I note down the things I remember from the bar. After a few moments I decide I need help. Biting my lip, I try to figure out the best approach, so I don’t get too much laughter from Spike. Fuck it!

“Spike?”

“Hm?”

“Can you help me with this? I wanna make a list and get it right.”

I see the curiosity in his face when he walks towards me. I show him my list and he runs away. Huh?

“Erm Spike…?”

Oh there he is again, with little cards in different colours. His eyes starts to sparkle when he exns tns to me how the different colours belong to different demons and the drinks could easily be written down on them, so I had them at hand quickly every time. Unh huh. I never saw Spike this enthusiastic, not even when he fought against demons and won. He is kneeling on one chair, the cards sorted by colour on the table, he notes down names and shoves them around… Oh god. God or whoever, whatever… help me… he is a Giles!

“Look,” he begins, not even noticing my horrified eyes. “I sorted the demons by origin or relation. For every demon a card with information on it. Starting with drinks, allergic reaction, language and some specialties. You just have to complete the information when you serve them, look it up when you need it or learn it in your free time.” Huh? Please Giles-Spike, mercy! But the idea is good, I get behind the system fast and it’s really good. Spike helps me to complete the information I had from the barkeepers last night.

While he writes, the tip of his tongue peeks out and I have to suppress the urge to capture it between my teeth and bite it until it bleeds. Whoa. I shudder and he looks strangely at me. Goofy grin. This will not work forever, if I don’t get this out of my system, I have to talk to him…

~ Spike ~

If he thinks, he can get away with flashing the goofy grin at me, he is seriously wrong. I know, there is something he wants or wants not to talk about. If he does not deliberately, I will ask him. Silly git. Can tell me everything. Should know that.




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