The Silent Urge Series
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29 - C: Provocation
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Chapter 29 - Provocation
~ Spike ~
I wait for only a few moments, just long enough to make sure that the boy went down and is behind the bar, before I slip out of the apartment myself.
The club is dark and I know it like the inside of my jeans pocket. Well, maybe not. Damn jeans are so tight I can hardly even squeeze my hand inside, but hell, what don't you do just for the looks. Pffft. I snort at myself. Have to keep my distance from the poof. Next thing you know, I’ll be going out and buying the same hair gel he uses. I hope I’m not accidentally already using the same brand.
Anyway – so I keep hidden from the boy, talking to the new and old staff, checking doors and utility closets. Bloody boring, but it has to be done.
Two hours later the club begins to fill and I can get closer to my boy. He is busy slicing lemons again and from the looks of it he doesn't like it one bit, but nevertheless he continues, a stoic smile on his face. I grin to myself and decide that's punishment enough and I should go over to him, give him a look and a smile that tells him I am not mad at him anymore. I admit – to myself – that I am a bit oversensitive over the biting issue. Well, who wouldn't be, after staying with Darla for decades.
~ Xander ~
I have been working for nearly two hours now, but not a trace of Spike. He promised to always watch my back. He promised.
Suddenly I hear his laughter. I turn to see him talking animatedly with Treck. Looks like they’ve got over their differences. Looks like they’ve got over me.
~ Spike ~
Just a few more steps and all he has to do is look up and –
"Spike, baby." Treck wraps his arms around me, hugging me for greeting and.. just keeps on hugging. Bloody, buggering great. I shove him off, murmuring some excuse that I have things to do. 'Course it doesn't work.
Treck winks at me and then points his head to Xander.
"Trouble with your pet human?" He asks, and grins at me in this annoying fashion that has me growling at him immediately. He giggles. Does nobody respect me anymore?
"Spike, Spike, Spike.." He shakes his head, tsks at me tap taps at his temple.
"You've got to trust me once in a while, or better, trust what I know." He says, smiling brightly and I remember that I promised Xander to get him a protection 'gainst the empathic vibes. I roll my eyes.
"So, T, what are you picking up?" I ask casually, forcing my tone to sound more disinterested than I actually am.
"I’ll tell you if you give me something in return." He says, and flashes me a shy look from under his lashes that has made me melt several times before. Not today though. I laugh out loud.
"You're never giving up, are you? I told you I am not interested." I say, in a mild tone now. No use in angering him or making him hurt. He is good ..company after all.
"Just look at him now. He is aware we are here. Maybe it's not too bad to peak up his interest a bit?" I glance at the whelp out of the corner of my eye. Maybe Treckle is right with that. Could help the whelp make a decision once and for all about what he wants.
~ Xander ~
Treckle grabs Spike's hands now and pulls him on the dance floor. A slow song is playing and I have to watch them grinding against each other. I have to admit, they look beautiful together. The pale skin matches as if they were twins, Spike in his usual black, but without his duster, Treck wears dark blue slacks, a white silk shirt, his long blue-black hair shimmers in the light and when he leans in, it seems to wrap around Spike, as does his whole body. A perfect match these two. No place for me. What was I thinking?
The nightmare comes back to me in full colour and surround-sound. There is just one difference in my feelings, I don't feel unworthy I am jealous as hell. I'm not gonna give this up so easily. Spike is MINE.
I don't realize I still have the knife from the lemon cutting in my hand when I start walking. Maerg stops me.
"Let me pass!" I yell at him and raise my hand to shove him out of the way. The knife glimmers in the lights from the dance floor. OH. I change the angle, pointing the knife at Maerg's throat. "Let me pass!" I growl angrily and Maerg looks frightened. Didn't know that would be such a satisfying feeling, to have someone be afraid of you.
~ Spike ~
The song is way too slow for my liking, but I am doing this for Xander not for me. Treck grinds against me and the familiarity of his body, his movements, soon have me reacting to him. Always liked to danith ith him. Poof can't dance if his unlife depended on it, sings even worse but T is a completely different matter.
I feel Xander's gaze upon us like knives. Maybe this is a good plan. I throw in an extra slow, deep hip roll that makes Treck groan from the sensations. I can feel him hard against my hip and the smell of his needy lust has me equally aroused in seconds. He grabs my hips hard, thrusting against me to the rhythm of the song, moaning against my neck.
I twist us around a bit more so I can see my boy better, even though Treck tries to hinder the movement. Told him already, I am not dancing with him coz I want to be dancing with him, only to see the whelp's reaction to -- what the bloody hell is he doing? I struggle to get loose from my dancing partner.
~ Xander ~
"Xander, I can't do that. Xander is Master Spike's pet. Can't let you hurt Master. None of the Masters." He stumbles out, English grammar failing him in the face of death. Yeah, death coz I am ready to do anything to get those two separated. I want to go to Spike NOW. Anger flares up inside me so hot, when I hear him calling me 'pet', it makes me see red.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Now!" I scream at him and shove the knife closer to his throat.
Seconds later, I'm on my knees on the floor, the knife gone and a cool hand like a steel band has wrapped itself around my neck.
"What the hell are you doing?" Spike grinds out, through anger clenched teeth.
Oh shit. Oh fuck.
"Get up." He commands me, in *that* voice again. I get on my feet and he leads me out of the club, the pressure on my neck never lessening. I feel like a dog on a tight leash. And everybody can see me.
~ Spike ~
I just can't fucking believe this boy. What the hell got into him?
I jump over the bar and land behind him without making a noise. Don't want him to accidentally kill off my chief bartender. Twilight's lost without him.
So what, lemon cutting is not the best job, but you don't fucking kill- Idiot!
I reach out and grab the base of his neck and the knife in one movement, too fast for a human to react to in time. I shove him on his knees and throw the knife on one of the counters, wiping off lemon juices on my jeans. I squeeze his neck a bit harder, delighted that no pain is forthcoming and command him to get up.
Don't know what he expected, but I certainly don't intend to let him go after he went all Michael Douglas. The scent of humiliation pours off him, but soon it's overlaid with the smell of loss and hopelessness. Silly boy. Still hasn't learned a bloody thing about me. Told him I'll keep him and if I have to I’ll put him in a damn cage to protect himself and my people from him. Bloody hell. What a mess.
~ Xander ~
He shoves me up the stairs to his apartment – yeah, his apartment coz I won't be here anymore. No way will he let me stay after I threatened to fucking stab one of his trusted staff members! What a show of crazy possessiveness – chapter 105 in my book of how to ruin relationships before they even start.
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Chapter 29 - Provocation
~ Spike ~
I wait for only a few moments, just long enough to make sure that the boy went down and is behind the bar, before I slip out of the apartment myself.
The club is dark and I know it like the inside of my jeans pocket. Well, maybe not. Damn jeans are so tight I can hardly even squeeze my hand inside, but hell, what don't you do just for the looks. Pffft. I snort at myself. Have to keep my distance from the poof. Next thing you know, I’ll be going out and buying the same hair gel he uses. I hope I’m not accidentally already using the same brand.
Anyway – so I keep hidden from the boy, talking to the new and old staff, checking doors and utility closets. Bloody boring, but it has to be done.
Two hours later the club begins to fill and I can get closer to my boy. He is busy slicing lemons again and from the looks of it he doesn't like it one bit, but nevertheless he continues, a stoic smile on his face. I grin to myself and decide that's punishment enough and I should go over to him, give him a look and a smile that tells him I am not mad at him anymore. I admit – to myself – that I am a bit oversensitive over the biting issue. Well, who wouldn't be, after staying with Darla for decades.
~ Xander ~
I have been working for nearly two hours now, but not a trace of Spike. He promised to always watch my back. He promised.
Suddenly I hear his laughter. I turn to see him talking animatedly with Treck. Looks like they’ve got over their differences. Looks like they’ve got over me.
~ Spike ~
Just a few more steps and all he has to do is look up and –
"Spike, baby." Treck wraps his arms around me, hugging me for greeting and.. just keeps on hugging. Bloody, buggering great. I shove him off, murmuring some excuse that I have things to do. 'Course it doesn't work.
Treck winks at me and then points his head to Xander.
"Trouble with your pet human?" He asks, and grins at me in this annoying fashion that has me growling at him immediately. He giggles. Does nobody respect me anymore?
"Spike, Spike, Spike.." He shakes his head, tsks at me tap taps at his temple.
"You've got to trust me once in a while, or better, trust what I know." He says, smiling brightly and I remember that I promised Xander to get him a protection 'gainst the empathic vibes. I roll my eyes.
"So, T, what are you picking up?" I ask casually, forcing my tone to sound more disinterested than I actually am.
"I’ll tell you if you give me something in return." He says, and flashes me a shy look from under his lashes that has made me melt several times before. Not today though. I laugh out loud.
"You're never giving up, are you? I told you I am not interested." I say, in a mild tone now. No use in angering him or making him hurt. He is good ..company after all.
"Just look at him now. He is aware we are here. Maybe it's not too bad to peak up his interest a bit?" I glance at the whelp out of the corner of my eye. Maybe Treckle is right with that. Could help the whelp make a decision once and for all about what he wants.
~ Xander ~
Treckle grabs Spike's hands now and pulls him on the dance floor. A slow song is playing and I have to watch them grinding against each other. I have to admit, they look beautiful together. The pale skin matches as if they were twins, Spike in his usual black, but without his duster, Treck wears dark blue slacks, a white silk shirt, his long blue-black hair shimmers in the light and when he leans in, it seems to wrap around Spike, as does his whole body. A perfect match these two. No place for me. What was I thinking?
The nightmare comes back to me in full colour and surround-sound. There is just one difference in my feelings, I don't feel unworthy I am jealous as hell. I'm not gonna give this up so easily. Spike is MINE.
I don't realize I still have the knife from the lemon cutting in my hand when I start walking. Maerg stops me.
"Let me pass!" I yell at him and raise my hand to shove him out of the way. The knife glimmers in the lights from the dance floor. OH. I change the angle, pointing the knife at Maerg's throat. "Let me pass!" I growl angrily and Maerg looks frightened. Didn't know that would be such a satisfying feeling, to have someone be afraid of you.
~ Spike ~
The song is way too slow for my liking, but I am doing this for Xander not for me. Treck grinds against me and the familiarity of his body, his movements, soon have me reacting to him. Always liked to danith ith him. Poof can't dance if his unlife depended on it, sings even worse but T is a completely different matter.
I feel Xander's gaze upon us like knives. Maybe this is a good plan. I throw in an extra slow, deep hip roll that makes Treck groan from the sensations. I can feel him hard against my hip and the smell of his needy lust has me equally aroused in seconds. He grabs my hips hard, thrusting against me to the rhythm of the song, moaning against my neck.
I twist us around a bit more so I can see my boy better, even though Treck tries to hinder the movement. Told him already, I am not dancing with him coz I want to be dancing with him, only to see the whelp's reaction to -- what the bloody hell is he doing? I struggle to get loose from my dancing partner.
~ Xander ~
"Xander, I can't do that. Xander is Master Spike's pet. Can't let you hurt Master. None of the Masters." He stumbles out, English grammar failing him in the face of death. Yeah, death coz I am ready to do anything to get those two separated. I want to go to Spike NOW. Anger flares up inside me so hot, when I hear him calling me 'pet', it makes me see red.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Now!" I scream at him and shove the knife closer to his throat.
Seconds later, I'm on my knees on the floor, the knife gone and a cool hand like a steel band has wrapped itself around my neck.
"What the hell are you doing?" Spike grinds out, through anger clenched teeth.
Oh shit. Oh fuck.
"Get up." He commands me, in *that* voice again. I get on my feet and he leads me out of the club, the pressure on my neck never lessening. I feel like a dog on a tight leash. And everybody can see me.
~ Spike ~
I just can't fucking believe this boy. What the hell got into him?
I jump over the bar and land behind him without making a noise. Don't want him to accidentally kill off my chief bartender. Twilight's lost without him.
So what, lemon cutting is not the best job, but you don't fucking kill- Idiot!
I reach out and grab the base of his neck and the knife in one movement, too fast for a human to react to in time. I shove him on his knees and throw the knife on one of the counters, wiping off lemon juices on my jeans. I squeeze his neck a bit harder, delighted that no pain is forthcoming and command him to get up.
Don't know what he expected, but I certainly don't intend to let him go after he went all Michael Douglas. The scent of humiliation pours off him, but soon it's overlaid with the smell of loss and hopelessness. Silly boy. Still hasn't learned a bloody thing about me. Told him I'll keep him and if I have to I’ll put him in a damn cage to protect himself and my people from him. Bloody hell. What a mess.
~ Xander ~
He shoves me up the stairs to his apartment – yeah, his apartment coz I won't be here anymore. No way will he let me stay after I threatened to fucking stab one of his trusted staff members! What a show of crazy possessiveness – chapter 105 in my book of how to ruin relationships before they even start.
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Thanks very much for the reviews. I cherish every single one.
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