The Silent Urge Series

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Chapter 26 - Gratification

~ Xander ~
I nod eagerly. Can we get to the actual blood drinking part now?
"Yes." I say out loud, when he doesn't seem convinced by the nod.

~ Spike ~
I stare at the whelp for a moment longer. Fuck, Xander Harris practically begging for my blood. he he have any idea of what that does to me? He gives me the whole puppy dog eyes and pouting lips, he is kissable, loveable even – bloody hell. He is just a.. a.. what is he? Not a friend, not a fuck, not a meal, something in between all that and it makes my demon go crazy. Wish I could claim him, make him mine. Would give my demon some rest at least.

"Spike.. please?" Oh – yes. Begging now. I hope I don't do this wrong, fuck this up. Sire said talk before blood, but how can I talk to him when he has such a strong.. craving. First things first.

"Good." I say, at last, with a sigh and he moans in relief, rocking a bit on my lap, urging me on even more. I can't remember ever hearing my sire say 'talk before blood' – even if he's a poof, he isn’t a girl. I slip into my real face and slice open my skin between the still itching indents from his teeth with one fang. Really don't need a second set of human bite marks on me. Seconds later my forearm is seized in a steel-like grip, whelp's gasping in air and trying to get himself under control. I look in his face, he's staring at the droplets of dark red blood welling up, eyes dark and wild, swallowing hard and licking his lips in excitement. Gorgeous.

~ Xander ~
The scent of the blood oozing out of the cut is overwhelming and I grab his arm with both of my hands. I stare at the blood, how it escapes from beneath Spike's skin. It's calling to me. Drinkdrinkdrinkdrink..

I look into his eyes, a silent plea for permission.
"Drink." He whispers with a rough edge to his voice.
Finally.
I pull the arm towards me and seal my lips over the wound, fitting my teeth in the marks I left before and start lapping at the cut.

Oh God. When the first blood hits my tongue I want to cry out in pleasure. The scent was overwhelming but the taste .. the taste is intoxicating! There is so much power in the cool fluid. My cock is throbbing and I feel myself start rocking against Spike, searching for friction. I realise that I closed my eyes, but I want to see his face, so I open them again.

"Oh fuck." Spike groans when we lock our gazes. His face is contorted in pleasure, the golden eyes gleaming like the sun in the late afternoon.
His other arm comes around my waist, cupping my ass, pulling me closer, crushing our hard-ons together. I start to suck frantically on the wound and Spike begins to moan. I even hear some 'Xan's in it.

~ Spike ~
Again I wonder where the whelp got the knowledge. He asks for explicit permission to drink, just as you would expect from a fledge, or your childe, for that matter. Not that a fledge would actually ask a Master vampire, not if he wanted to continue his unlife.

His teeth are right in the indents, just the other way around, and he starts lng tng the wound, pressing the tip of his tongue in to get more. Fuck, feels good.

I look down, want to see his mouth closed over the wound, want to see his lips on my skin and – damn, his eyes are.. open. Oh fuck. Gorgeous doesn't even cut it. Dark brown chocolate eyes, clouded with lust, excitement and swirling with the rush vampire blood gives humans, horny as hell and there he goes, rocking against me, I need more. I pull him towards me, fit our hard cocks against eacher, er, curse the jeans between us, I want more, I want naked, I want him. My demon roars to close the circle and I feel my fangs drop, my face change. There is a twinge from the chip, washed away with another thrust and whimper from my boy, but enough to remind me that I can't go through with it, can't claim him and my demon is enraged. "Xan.. need to.. Xander, fuck, I want.. maybe.. Xander, Xan fuck, pet, you've got to.. or I will.." Bloody hell, I am losing the ability to form complete sentences over a kid. He moans again and I try to keep the upper hand, try to keep in control, he is so fucking lovely. Yeah Xan, go on, drink me, feel what makes me tick.

~ Xander ~
I realise I can feel Spike's emotions in his blood. He is so full of feelings – I never imagined. So much arousal, love and fear to get hurt again. So much pain, from former rejections and betrayal. And hate and anger towards the chip and the people responsible for it getting in his head, himself for getting caught and the Initiative for putting it there. His attitude, his need for the attitude and to hide and there is cruelty and coldness and danger.

I can feel his over sensitiveness of the world, his vulnerability, his dreams of belonging – again – and to be loved. I lose myself in him, in his needy honesty. The world gets dizzier with every swallow of Spike's blood and I am aware that I need to stop but I can't. Eventually the pressure and friction on my cock – the sensory overload of the blood catches up with me and I am coming harder than ever before in my life and the world goes black.

~ Spike ~
He rocks frantically against me now, rubbing his cock hard against mine, faster and faster. His teeth worry my flesh as he sucks harder now, the wound starting to close slowly. He makes the most delicious noises, peripering and moaning from sensations and I realise he is – fuck – coming. I groan while his whole body jerks and I wish he'd been naked, wish I could have seen his cum shoot from his shaft in thick white streams.. Bloody hell. He goes limp and I manage to cradle him in my arms just before he can slide to the floor. He's so lovely – knows how to compliment a bloke. See, don't remember anybody ever fainting before when I got him or her off. At least, not when I wa dri drinking them.

I stand up, lay him don ton the couch and start to go to the kitchen for a wash cloth when he starts to come 'round again already.

~ Xander ~
"Xander, luv? Come back." Spike calls to me through the thick fog in my head.

"Pet, are you alright?"

"Urghun." I open one eye and there is Spike, hovering over me.

"Whutappend?"

"You passed out."

All comes rushing back to me. The sensation of drinking Spike's blood and me coming in my pants like a schoolboy. "But looks like you enjoyed it, drinking me." He leers at me and gestures to my crotch where the stain spreads out slowly. God, how embarrassing.

~ Spike ~
I stroke his cheek gently, he turns his head away. He tries to sit up and succeeds with my help. He snatches his hand away when he stands up. He walks to his room on wobbly legs without another word.
What the hell?
"Xander?" I call out to him when he shuffles out of his room, but the only reply from him is the closing sound of the bathroom door.
Bloody great!

~ Xander ~
I shower again, concentrating on just that and trying not to think about the self-humiliation in front of Spike. When I step out of the shower, I grab the biggest towel from the shelf and wrap myself in it. It won't hide me as I want it to. So I open the door and go towards my room. Spike is there, leaning against the column opposite my door and watching me with an impassive face. I don't meet his gaze, I know golden flakes are dancing in blue orbs.

My eyes flicker over his crotch; of course there is no wet spot. I'm the one without any self-control. I was rubbing against Spike like a dog in heat and coming in my trousers.
I demonstratively close my door behind me.

Putting on dark blue sweatpants I crawl under the covers of my bed and pull them over my head. I shieldelf elf against any thoughts at all and wallow in stomach-clenching loneliness.

~ Spike ~
What the bloody hell is wrong with him? I light a cigarette and start pacing. He was the one who couldn't wait to drink me and now that he got a taste, got a little insight into yours truly and got off pretty well – he thinks he can shove me away? As if nothing happened?
I gave him a damn good view of myself and he denies me? I show him what – no - who I am and he is what? Disgusted? Disappointed? Disillusd?
d?
I am so sick of getting used. Nobody does that to me again! Nobody!

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