The Silent Urge Series

It's hard for me to get back to writing, especially since my affection for the SUPERNATURAL and HEROES grows. I know, pretty much everyone just wants a good read and after that goes off to find another even better. Still, I NEED you to help me, to motivate me and to get better in English. I want you to be critical, I want you to tell me what's wrong or weird or what isn't clear. While I reread this fic I really disliked lots of things and I have pretty much made every beginner's mistake of authors. Please help me, I want to learn.

Grammar and spelling have been checked by the wonderful Joolz. Cookies for pointing out more mistakes. *grins* Everything else is open for discussion/comments. Does anybody have an idea for this chapters title?

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Chapter 36 - Possession III

~ Xander ~

The way Spike pales, tells me, he’s not in the least happy with Angel’s solution. I don’t know what they’re talking about exactly but I don’t want Spike to be Angel’s property. Well du’h, who wants to be Angel’s? Seriously, with all that brooding and dissappearing when ever you count on him? And I’m not some kind of gift. Free individual here with a will and choices here with rights the constitution garants me.

“Not gonna happen.” I hear myself say. Angel turns to me and tries to stare me down. Didn’t ever work before, won’t work now.

“Xander, ‘s not the right time.” Spike says and steps in front of me. Doesn’t matter. Angel and I we’re both tall enough to continue with our starring contest over Spike’s head.

“Xander...” Spike tries again and my hand goes out, touches Spike’s hipbone gently before holding onto him hard.

“He’s not your property. He’ll never be.” I say to Angel, still holding his gaze. At first his lip curls up, shows elongated teeth, threatening, before his face suddenly changes into amusement and then he laughs. He actually laughs at me. And a laughing Angel is just outright creepy.

I feel like a fool. I don’t think there was joke in my speach somewhere. At least I didn’t get it. I feel Spike’s hand on top of mine and losen my bruising grip on his hip. Angel turns away, crosses the short distance where Treckle still waits, two drinks in his shaking hands. I try to let go off the pressure sitting tight on my neck and shoulder.

How can things go from unbelieveable awesome to damn fucking messy so fast?

Frustrated I sigh and finally look down at my vampire. His face is closed off, not displaying any emotion but when I meet his gaze I can see he’s furious and helpless at the same time. I can’t help it, my left hand comes up to curl around his head. My thumb strokes along Spike’s sharp cheekbone and then I lean down, kiss him, softly on his lips. No tongue. Just reassuring him of my... commitment to him.


~ Spike ~

Not a lot things that scare me. But this one, this one is making me piss my bloody pants. That damn bastard’s right. It‘s the lore, and all, but I’m not going to let him take away my Master status. That’s not going to happen. No bloody way.

Xander’s sweet and nobody’ll take him away from me but he’s got to follow some rules now. The poof is around and he already had Xander choking to death once this evening. Doesn’t matter how good Xander’s body feels against mine, can’t have my sire think I’m weak. Got to proof that even with the chip I can still enforce my rights as a Master vampire on my own.

I flash my eyes at Xander and growl. Uncertainity creeps into his face and he losens the grip on my hip, let’s his hand fall away from my face. “You’ll keep your gob shut and I’ll deal with this mess. Don’t get between my sire and me, I warn you.”

He takes a step back when I invade his personal space even more. He’s confused and scared, I can smell it, but I don’t have time to sugarcoat the what’s what for him. I don’t have time to explain it, either. Fuck. This is so messed up.

~ Xander ~

Just great. Angel’s gotten Spike all rilled up and I don’t even know what the fuck goes on. I feel like a kid and wait for them to send me in my room so they can talk without disturbences. No way. They’re talking about my ass anyway and I’ll have a say in that. At least, I hope.

I watch Angel drown the two drinks, one after another, Treckle got them to enjoy together. Oh really, they such a good pair. Didn’t think Angel’d go for guys but I didn’ think I’d go for guys just a couple of days back. Fuck. Did Angel and Spike...?
Don’t get between my sire and me suddenly has a completely new meaning. I’ve got to look away. Hey shoes, interesting shoes hi! Guess that answers a lot of questions, huh?

~ Spike ~

What the hell is wrong now? Misery is pouring off of him so strongly it’s disgusting.
“Hey, nothing’s going to happen to you, luv. You’re mine and I look out for what’s mine.” I say to him calmly and lift his chin up so he has to look at me. He still manages to look everywhere but in my eyes.

“But you’re his.” He says and I explode.

“That’s exactly the point. I am not his! I am a Master in my own right and I belong to nobody!” I yell and shove Xander backwards. He loses his footing and falls on his ass. Just great. Pillock. “Get up and go upstairs.” I hiss and turn away. Awkwardly, Xander gets back on his feets, shoulders slumped he shuffels off. Nothing like the gorgeous man he was only half an hour before, I notice regretting the transformation.

I look over to where the poof stands, Treckle adoring him and dabbing at his forearm wound with a wet cloth, fussing. Angel’s staring back at me and I don’t wait for any kind of permission before I turn and follow Xander up the stairs.

~ Xander ~

Donnu what I was thinking. Thought I’d be someone special to Spike. Ha Xander, just because nobody ever fucked your ass before doesn’t mean you’ll be Spike’s one and only also. Fuck. I feel tears closing up my throat, I’m so dissappointed and frustrated. Angel’s not allowed to just come by and spoil the party. We were doing fine on our own. I hate that Angel makes Spike feel small and that that makes Spike make me feel small and...

The deep rumble in my belly interrupts my thoughts and the hunger breaks through the surface of anger violently. Fuck. Not now. I double over, barely catching myself on the door frame.

“Spike.” I groan and am so happy to feel him behind me, helping me keep upright and shoving me through the door. “I’m so hungry, Spike.”

~ Spike ~

Oh bloody hell, not now! Just the thought of him feeding off of me again makes me blindingly hard. This boy’s got to have the worst timing ever!

There’s a knock on the doorframe and I turn around surprised, swaying Xander with me. Angel. Oh fuck. I reverse, the poof has the worst timing ever! Gritting my teeth in frustration I just barely get the Glesha out to invite my sire in. I see Treckle behind him but then Angel closes the door into Treckle’s face and I don’t need to consider inviting him in, too, anymore. At least, one good thing.

Xander’s used my distraction to plaster himself against me and he sucks on my neck hard, drawing blood to the surface but not breaking the skin. One lesson learned at least.
“Need help with him?” Angel says smirking and makes a show of watching Xander’s attempts.
“No.” I grit out and finally make it over to the kitchen table where I manage to set Xander down on one chair and extract myself from him with just a couple of really threatening growls.

Angel sits down in the chair directly next to Xander and I fight another growl from escaping, this time directed at Angel. I go over to the fridge, open it and stare blankly inside. I need to calm down and think about the next steps. I won’t let him trick me.

“Are you hungry, Xander?” Angel singsongs and I wonder again just how much of Angelus he resurrected over the last couple of years or if this just some kind of tactic play for him.

Xander put his head onto his crossed arms onto the table and from the depth of his own darkness he answers: “Fuck off.” Good boy. I grin to myself.

“You sure not hungry?” Angel asks again and the smell of sire’s blood hits the air. I whip around. Angel put down his arm on the table, Xander has straightened in his chair and stares at the reopened gashes where I buried my own teeth half an hour before. Blood is slowly seeping out of the wounds and running down Angel’s pale skin to pool on the dark wood table, looking like rich red wine.

“Go on, Xander. Take a sip. I promise, it’s the best you’ll ever have.” Angel whispers seductively at Xander who shivers violently, licking his lips.

tbc

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