The Silent Urge Series

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~ Spike ~

I grab the cell HE gave me after the Initiative debacle and press the speed dial. He takes the call nearly immediately.. makes me wonder if he didn't lie when he promised me to take it with him wherever he goes or whatever he does.

"Sire? It's me Will." I say the words we didn't need to agree on.

"Will, boy, you are in trouble." He answers and I can actually hear the surprise, joy and annoyance fight for dominance - pity he decides, as always, on no emotion at all.

"No.." Erm. "Well.. maybe?" Bloody hell, how do I explain this mess to him?

"What is it?"

"Ihaveahuman.."

"What?" He interrupts me. Bloody impatient bastard! "You have a human?"

"No, I have a human problem." I should rephrase that.

"A human problem?!" See, should have rephrased it.

"Let me explain.. .."

"Well then actually *do* some explaining!" He growls at me and I shudder in memory of events not that far in the past.

"A human, a human was hurt and I put my blood on the wounds to close them."

He laughs shortly, then: "And now you have this human, you helped for what ever reason I am sure to never understand, following you and craving your blood?"

"Exactly."

"You know how dangerous that is. with the.. thing inside your head?" He sounds honestly concerned now and the feeling in my sch dch doesn't make it easier.

"Yes." I pause, trying to find a way to get through this without telling too much and getting him to come over here in less than an hour. "And how do I get rid of the human?"

The line stays silent for a long while, I fear he’s launched into a deep brood. "Sire?"

"Well, .." He says reluctantly. "The effects of the blood will wear off in a few weeks, couple of months maybe or longer, I don't know really. But it won't get better in the time of withdrawal, it'll get worse. The human has the craving and that's so strong, he is like a fledge but as intelligent as before, keeps his human attributes, he'll do anything to get your blood. And you're an easy target with the chip." As if I didn't know that!

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"Did you ever.."

"Yes, but killed her shortly after, was too annoying, like a blood thirsty groupie."

"So… what if I continue giving that person blood?"

"It is not just about giving blood!" He thunders. "Will, damn it. You *only* give blood to a human, without killing them beforehand, when you prepare them to become your consort." Ouch.

"Uh huh."

"You want the human as your consort?" He growls, demonic possessiveness I tell myself, not jealousy.

"I… wouldn't mind."

"Do I know him?" Why? Will you go kill him?

"What makes you think it's a him."

"Will.." He sighs and yes, okay, maybe he knows me a little.

"Alright. Y-you don't know him."

"Will." Fuck. Never could lie to him.

"No."

"You're lying."

"Nope." Believe in yourself and the world believes you. Idiotic idea. Never works.

"Will." This time he growls my name and I feel my cock harden. Fuck, why does he always get to me?

"What other effects does the blood have?" Direct questions, concentrate on the important things.

"First you tell me who it is."

"I am still in Sunnydale, who do you think he is?" Me and my big mouth.

"Well, it could be anybody from a random boy at the college to one of the best friends of the.." He trails off, and I can actually hear the cogs turning in his big head, then in between surprise and outrage: "You want *Xander* as your consort for *eternity*? Are you totally nuts? The slayer will kill you, if you aren't annoyed with him in the first couple of days and kill him, and yourself in the process! Will, please… I don't want you dead."

"Am already dead."

"You know what I mean!"

"I'm in the Twilight with him."

That shut him up.

After a while:

"Effects: healthier, stronger, better reflexes, better stamina, better condition, slower altering process until claiming, 'not human' to everybody with better senses including the slayer." He takes a deep breath, I can feel how hard this must be for him.

"You have to keep the quantity of the blood as low as possible; the more he needs to calm the craving, the closer you come to the point where you have to turn him." He continues. "The craving will not be so strong when you claim him properly but it will increase the older he gets. Normal blood can keep him calmer but he'll need your blood or he'll go nuts, well more nuts than he already is. .. .. Pffft. Xander Harris!" He laughs and again I shudder and remember moments from the past, good moments.

"Would be good to claim him then." If I could bite him, mark him without my head exploding before I can actually do it.

"Yeah, Will, I am on it, it's all still fuzzy but I'll figure it out. I promised you, boy."

Damn, don't like that he can read me that easily. He isn't supposed to have so much of Angelus. Anyway. "Thank you, Sire."

"Will."

"Angel?"

"Be careful and talk to him about *everything*."

"Will do." Everything everything? Oh by the way Harris, you need my blood or you're in pain and can I bite you and fuck you please so you can be my consort for eternity or until one of us dies in an attempt to kill the other. Yeah, that will go down well.

"Give me a ring soon, will you?"

"Yes, I'll call you."

I am the one who presses the disconnect button first.


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~ Xander ~

I open the bathroom door and step out. Spike sits on the couch, face in his hands, shoulders slumped. I go over to him without a second thought.

"What's wrong?" I ask him and he looks up, startles me when he lets out a short bark of laughter. He stares at my chest, follows the little water drops with his eyes longingly.

Damn. I'm still only in the tight jeans. And they will be a lot tighter if he doesn't stop looking at me as if he wants to lick me all over.

"Spike?"

"Hm?"

"News?"

"Hm."

His hand reaches out tentatively and catches a water drop just above the waistband of my jeans. My stomach muscles ripple from the cool touch.
Goosebumps on my whole body and then suddenly I'm straddling Spike's laparinaring into his blue dilating eyes, my lips inches away from his mouth.

"Spike." I gasp out, as a cool thumb rubs one of my nipples.


~ Spike ~

"I have to tell you something." I say, my gaze fixed on how my thumbs now each play with one nipple.

"What?" He whispers hoarsely, the blush creeping into his face is so delicious. Like that when I touch you, pet, don't you?

"You remember when I said you were hurt very badly? How my spit helped you heal?"

He doesn't answer right away so I pinch one, now erect, nipple hard. He moans.

"Yeah. Remember." He barely gets those two simple words out.

"I not only used my saliva, I applied blood to the wounds too." I dropped the bomb and now I wait for the fallout.. three two one .. there he goes.


~ Xander ~

"You WHAT?" I squeal and jump to my feet.

"Xander, the cuts were deep and would have scarred."

"So, it was no cream, no ointment? It was your *blood* you put on my back!"

"Yes."

I can't believe this. He put his blood on my back to help me heal. His precious blood.

"I.. I don't know… what to say."

"I am sorry, Xander. I didn't know about the effects it has on a human. If I had known, I wouldn't have… bollocks! I’d have done it anyway. Didn't want that fucker to leave more marks on you."

"Spike, I'm…" I've got you. You're safe.

"Yes, I know, you're upset 'cos you don't want to crave blood, *my blood* for God's sake, but I didn't do it on purpose! I just wanted to help you…"

"Spike! I am not upset. It's creepy, this craving, yeah, all the longing to have your blood and not knowing why, but now I know why… Can I have some?"

Can vampires pass out? Spike sure looks like he'll pass out any moment. He stares at me with unbelieving eyes.

"You want to drink more of my blood?" He eventually says and I want to smack him.

"Well, yeah, that is what all this is about, isn't it." I frown.


~ Spike ~
I groan inwardly. What the hell happened to me? Since when am I the voice of reason?
"No." I say, and sigh defeated. "It's about you *not* drinking my blood. It's not natural to crave it."

"But it really *is* tasty." Oh. "And I don't think it could do any damage, do you think."

"Xander, do you get anything I say?" I ask slowly, as if talking to a child.
"This is serious. You're kind of addicted." You're kind of addicting too.

"Well, yes. I confess, I am addicted. My name is Xander and I am addicted and I want my next shot." he states stubbornly. Oh no.

"There are things we have to discuss first. There are consequences…"
My demon is going crazy. Mate mate mate. But I clamp down on my instincts as hard as I can, this is not the time to make any hurried decisions. We have to talk and be reasonable or I'll mess up Xan's life.

"No. Blood. Now." He demands and pouts. How shall I withstand that?

"No, talk first." Sire said so, reasonable part of the brain says so, the part that wants to grab Xander, fuck him ‘til we're both bloody and drain him, turn him, fuck him again within an inch of his unlife every night and forever - is ignored. I shift uncomfortably.

"No."

"Xander." I am in control of the situation.

"Will it make a difference? If I have a little blood now?" My jaw drops nearly to the ground when he actually leers at me. Bloody fucking hell.
Down, boy. And now he is shifting around, straining his biceps and shoulder muscles..

"Not really, you’ll just start again on square one in the withdrawal and you’ve already made it erm… two days, if we ignore the little bit from the bar and from me and…" Damn you cheeky bastard, got me all distracted with your body.

"It doesn't matter." He says and grins at me.

"But you can still stop this, you can decide against taking my blood."

~ Xander ~

Decide against Spike's blood? Never.

"So it doesn't make a difference at all." I say, and I know I have him. "Not really. Not this time, right?" I whisper hoarsely and Spike just stares at me, wide eyed and surprised.

"Can I have blood now?" I go to stand in front of him. He hesitates *still*.
I nearly see thoughts swirling around in his mind. "Please?" I say and show him the best puppy dog eyes ever. He sighs. Gotcha.

"Come here." His hands grab my hips and pull me towards him, I straddle his lap again.

"Comfy." I declare with a little moan in my voice. Looks like all this talk about blood not only aroused me. I rock my hips a bit, rubbing our erections together through thick layers of jeans. Fuck. Good. Spike takes in a sharp breath then shakes himself out of it.

"Rules." He says, in a voice I’ve only heard once or twice before. It's a voice that demands attention and doesn't allow words in opposition. I shiver and my cock twitches as he continues.

"You are not allowed to take my blood without my permission. You are not allowed to bite me without my permission. You only take as much blood as you really need or as I say you are allowed to. You only drink blood I give to you, regardless of what kind of blood it is. If I tell you to stop, you stop.
Understood?"


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