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Part 8
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Part 8
Almost to the elevator, Spike stopped in his tracks.
Fine, Alex was busy. Not really an issue, was it?
But what if… what if the bloke got his groove on with one or both of his dancing partners and later those same people ran into the real Xander?
The human would be mortified, Spike knew… not to mention baffled. Especially if the creature ended up shagging the bloke… or being shagged.
Hell, that would make Xander cringe and hide.
And the thought alone had him turning back, wanting nothing more than to save his friend’s reputation.
Of course, that was when he saw the bloke in question leaving the bar with the other bloke and they looked bloody well cozy, at that.
He barely suppressed his growl, forcing his eyes to remain blue, his teeth to remain blunt, his forehead to remain smooth and un-blemished by ridges and dips.
The impostor might be hankering for a lay but that didn’t mean Spike was going to let that happen. Not when it was wearing his Xan’s face.
So he followed them.
Followed them out the back door of the hotel—the one that led to the pool—then followed more, trailing them to a large boulder beyond the public areas.
He was almost ready to make his move and pull the lip-locked couple apart when he heard the familiar voice speaking as opposed to moaning softly the way it had been doing mere moment before.
* * * * *
The guy was fucking amazing, Xander admitted, pressing the long, lean body roughly against the side of the huge rock he’d hidden behind a few days earlier while spying on Will. His lips were soft, hot, supple… talented, even, and he couldn’t help wondering how they’d feel wrapped around his cock.
His own lips moved harshly, devouring the offered soft wetness with glee until…
He couldn’t do this.
Couldn’t!
Fuck, even though it had been ages since he’d had the chance to wrap himself in and around anyone at all, he couldn’t quite manage it without feeling an overwhelming sense of wrongness.
It was Will’s fault, he realized.
Even though the thing wasn’t actually Spike, he couldn’t help wishing that it were. And wishing that it were a Spike that wanted him.
All his earlier and years-long denial was swept away in the fast, hard kisses he was sharing with the guy he’d just met, and… Jesus fuck! He wanted Spike! Maybe he always had.
Of course, he told himself consolingly, his lips and tongue still moving wickedly with the other man’s, when Spike had been alive, he-- Xander—had been too tightly wound to even consider being with a man, and once he’d discovered the truth about himself and his sexual… ambiguity… the vampire had been long dead in the permanent sense, but…
“I’m sorry,” he choked out on a gasp, dragging his mouth from the demanding lips, pushing away until he no longer felt the obviously thick and ready cock pressing against his own. “I… you…”
The man blinked and took a few deep breaths. “Not the blond gent you’ve been making time with, right?” he finally said, sighing so softly that it was barely audible. “No worries, mate,” he continued, adjusting himself in his pants with a frown. “Wish you’d said so before, though.”
Xander sighed as his ‘date’ strolled back towards the hotel.
“What the fuck is my problem?” he murmured to himself, watching the man’s ass as he walked away. “Good looking, killer accent, a mouth almost to die for, and I shove him away? I really am a loser.”
And that was when he heard it.
Rustling leaves, feet scrambling against dirt… soft, wheezing breaths as something tried to escape whatever was after it.
His eyes glazed slightly, body tensing as he listened.
Something was being hunted in the trees. Something was panicking, losing ground… and something—some predator—was winning.
A soft, fast shimmer crossed his eyes, casting a subtle green glow against the boulder in front of him and when he smiled again it was sly and a good bit wicked.
‘Hunt,’ the spirit within him demanded quickly, wanting nothing more than to be set loose for once, and on something its host wouldn’t quibble about. ‘Feed.’
“Hunt and feed,” Xander agreed out loud, feet already carrying him towards the tree-line beyond the large clearing the Lodge was centered within. “Yessss…”
* * * * *
What the bloody fuck was Alex up to now? Spike wondered, watching the bloke stalk across carefully tended grass towards the tree line. One minute he’d been snogging the strange git up against a rock and virtually the next, he was apparently on a mission.
Still, it was odd behavior and maybe it would give him a clue about what exactly it was pretending to be his Xan… or so he kept telling himself as he followed the brunette at a distance, frowning as the odd scent of him changed, intensified, became sharper.
He deliberately disregarded the words he’d overheard, except for the last bit. There was no way the creature wanted him, no matter what the fucking poacher thought.
No, he was more fascinated by the ‘hunt and feed’ Alex had murmured as though to someone there but invisible.
Hunt and feed… but the bloke wasn’t a vampire obviously, and most of the demonic types that did those things showed very clear outward signs of their clans, so…
He shrugged, slipping into the trees. One brow arched at the small pile of carefully folded clothes he found a few feet in, placed safely on a fallen tree and held down with Alex’s shoes and an assortment of small rocks. Wouldn’t keep the gorillas from them but then again, Spike figured the bloke’s smell would do that all on its own.
Eyes closing, he held himself entirely still, taking slow breaths for Alex’s scent, ears trained to the trees. ‘That way,’ the demon told him, giving a subtle mental push.
Yeah, that was it, Spike realized, hearing the nearly silent swishing of foliage as something large, strong and fast ghosted through it.
A moment later, his own feet were skimming over covered ground, body ducking, weaving, sliding past all obstacles. He was on a mission too, after all, and…
He would find out what it was he was following, see what it was up to. At least then he’d have a better idea of whether his Xander truly was safe somewhere. Yeah.
* * * * *
His heart pounded wildly but pleasantly as he ran, nostrils flaring constantly now as he filtered the scents of the forest, finding and discarding any number of possible prey-scents before fastening on one particular odor. “Tassssty,” he murmured, his lips twisting into a hungry smirk.
His direction shifted, feet deliberately making more noise as he dashed over loose stones, fallen leaves and branches, growling threateningly into the night. It was the best way to get his chosen prey to move in the dark, after all.
And there it was, the spirit within him crowed, catching a glimpse of short, brownish hair-covered hide fleeing along a barely-there path.
His smirk became wider, anticipation singing through every molecule of his body as he gave chase, a high-pitched cackling laugh of pure pleasure springing from his lips. He felt the beast rising, knew it would be satisfied with the meal they pursued, and gave it free rein, experiencing the hunt in fast, sharp flashes and an overwhelming sense of freedom.
flash! leaves and branches, slapping naked skin as they ran, ran, darted, chased…
flash! fear-escape-danger scent, driving him on…
flash! loud, shrieking squeal as he leapt, driving the Cob to the ground, teeth finding and piercing struggling flesh, hot, thick blood pouring into and out of his mouth, covering furless skin, coating his front even as fingers ripped at collapsed, barely twitching flesh, teeth working roughly at gobbets of steaming, rich meat…
Xander wasn’t sure of how long he’d slept after the spirit receded, still rumbling happily within him, but it couldn’t have been long. The small tinge of moonlight that made it through the canopy of leaves and branches above him this close to the resort had barely changed in strength or angle, after all.
He sat up, still feeling pleasantly full and he stretched, working the small twinges of abused muscle to nothing with that one motion.
He supposed he should be feeling some sort of guilt at hunting down the poor animal that way but he just… didn’t. At least this way, the other predators in the forest would consume what he’d left and he couldn’t say the same for the steaks he’d bought in butcher shops for years. The Cob, small deer that it was, was natural prey for the lions, leopards and other hunters in these parts, anyway.
One hand roamed over the still slightly sticky blood covering his chest and he felt the hyena rise again. ‘Good hunt, good prey,’ it whispered in the back of his mind, ‘want more…’.
“Later,” he told it, licking his lips slowly. “We’re full now. Fed.”
The beast started to agree then tensed, and Xander found himself suddenly on his feet, back to a rock formation as another predator approached. Another unnatural predator, they realized, growling low and warningly as the unexpected threat stepped into view.
* * * * *
(A/N: As always, thanks to the reviewers... in this case: TheShadowCat, Fenris Mourningstar, E & Alice. Appreciate you guys taking the time to let me know you like! :D More soon, I think.)
Part 8
Almost to the elevator, Spike stopped in his tracks.
Fine, Alex was busy. Not really an issue, was it?
But what if… what if the bloke got his groove on with one or both of his dancing partners and later those same people ran into the real Xander?
The human would be mortified, Spike knew… not to mention baffled. Especially if the creature ended up shagging the bloke… or being shagged.
Hell, that would make Xander cringe and hide.
And the thought alone had him turning back, wanting nothing more than to save his friend’s reputation.
Of course, that was when he saw the bloke in question leaving the bar with the other bloke and they looked bloody well cozy, at that.
He barely suppressed his growl, forcing his eyes to remain blue, his teeth to remain blunt, his forehead to remain smooth and un-blemished by ridges and dips.
The impostor might be hankering for a lay but that didn’t mean Spike was going to let that happen. Not when it was wearing his Xan’s face.
So he followed them.
Followed them out the back door of the hotel—the one that led to the pool—then followed more, trailing them to a large boulder beyond the public areas.
He was almost ready to make his move and pull the lip-locked couple apart when he heard the familiar voice speaking as opposed to moaning softly the way it had been doing mere moment before.
* * * * *
The guy was fucking amazing, Xander admitted, pressing the long, lean body roughly against the side of the huge rock he’d hidden behind a few days earlier while spying on Will. His lips were soft, hot, supple… talented, even, and he couldn’t help wondering how they’d feel wrapped around his cock.
His own lips moved harshly, devouring the offered soft wetness with glee until…
He couldn’t do this.
Couldn’t!
Fuck, even though it had been ages since he’d had the chance to wrap himself in and around anyone at all, he couldn’t quite manage it without feeling an overwhelming sense of wrongness.
It was Will’s fault, he realized.
Even though the thing wasn’t actually Spike, he couldn’t help wishing that it were. And wishing that it were a Spike that wanted him.
All his earlier and years-long denial was swept away in the fast, hard kisses he was sharing with the guy he’d just met, and… Jesus fuck! He wanted Spike! Maybe he always had.
Of course, he told himself consolingly, his lips and tongue still moving wickedly with the other man’s, when Spike had been alive, he-- Xander—had been too tightly wound to even consider being with a man, and once he’d discovered the truth about himself and his sexual… ambiguity… the vampire had been long dead in the permanent sense, but…
“I’m sorry,” he choked out on a gasp, dragging his mouth from the demanding lips, pushing away until he no longer felt the obviously thick and ready cock pressing against his own. “I… you…”
The man blinked and took a few deep breaths. “Not the blond gent you’ve been making time with, right?” he finally said, sighing so softly that it was barely audible. “No worries, mate,” he continued, adjusting himself in his pants with a frown. “Wish you’d said so before, though.”
Xander sighed as his ‘date’ strolled back towards the hotel.
“What the fuck is my problem?” he murmured to himself, watching the man’s ass as he walked away. “Good looking, killer accent, a mouth almost to die for, and I shove him away? I really am a loser.”
And that was when he heard it.
Rustling leaves, feet scrambling against dirt… soft, wheezing breaths as something tried to escape whatever was after it.
His eyes glazed slightly, body tensing as he listened.
Something was being hunted in the trees. Something was panicking, losing ground… and something—some predator—was winning.
A soft, fast shimmer crossed his eyes, casting a subtle green glow against the boulder in front of him and when he smiled again it was sly and a good bit wicked.
‘Hunt,’ the spirit within him demanded quickly, wanting nothing more than to be set loose for once, and on something its host wouldn’t quibble about. ‘Feed.’
“Hunt and feed,” Xander agreed out loud, feet already carrying him towards the tree-line beyond the large clearing the Lodge was centered within. “Yessss…”
* * * * *
What the bloody fuck was Alex up to now? Spike wondered, watching the bloke stalk across carefully tended grass towards the tree line. One minute he’d been snogging the strange git up against a rock and virtually the next, he was apparently on a mission.
Still, it was odd behavior and maybe it would give him a clue about what exactly it was pretending to be his Xan… or so he kept telling himself as he followed the brunette at a distance, frowning as the odd scent of him changed, intensified, became sharper.
He deliberately disregarded the words he’d overheard, except for the last bit. There was no way the creature wanted him, no matter what the fucking poacher thought.
No, he was more fascinated by the ‘hunt and feed’ Alex had murmured as though to someone there but invisible.
Hunt and feed… but the bloke wasn’t a vampire obviously, and most of the demonic types that did those things showed very clear outward signs of their clans, so…
He shrugged, slipping into the trees. One brow arched at the small pile of carefully folded clothes he found a few feet in, placed safely on a fallen tree and held down with Alex’s shoes and an assortment of small rocks. Wouldn’t keep the gorillas from them but then again, Spike figured the bloke’s smell would do that all on its own.
Eyes closing, he held himself entirely still, taking slow breaths for Alex’s scent, ears trained to the trees. ‘That way,’ the demon told him, giving a subtle mental push.
Yeah, that was it, Spike realized, hearing the nearly silent swishing of foliage as something large, strong and fast ghosted through it.
A moment later, his own feet were skimming over covered ground, body ducking, weaving, sliding past all obstacles. He was on a mission too, after all, and…
He would find out what it was he was following, see what it was up to. At least then he’d have a better idea of whether his Xander truly was safe somewhere. Yeah.
* * * * *
His heart pounded wildly but pleasantly as he ran, nostrils flaring constantly now as he filtered the scents of the forest, finding and discarding any number of possible prey-scents before fastening on one particular odor. “Tassssty,” he murmured, his lips twisting into a hungry smirk.
His direction shifted, feet deliberately making more noise as he dashed over loose stones, fallen leaves and branches, growling threateningly into the night. It was the best way to get his chosen prey to move in the dark, after all.
And there it was, the spirit within him crowed, catching a glimpse of short, brownish hair-covered hide fleeing along a barely-there path.
His smirk became wider, anticipation singing through every molecule of his body as he gave chase, a high-pitched cackling laugh of pure pleasure springing from his lips. He felt the beast rising, knew it would be satisfied with the meal they pursued, and gave it free rein, experiencing the hunt in fast, sharp flashes and an overwhelming sense of freedom.
flash! leaves and branches, slapping naked skin as they ran, ran, darted, chased…
flash! fear-escape-danger scent, driving him on…
flash! loud, shrieking squeal as he leapt, driving the Cob to the ground, teeth finding and piercing struggling flesh, hot, thick blood pouring into and out of his mouth, covering furless skin, coating his front even as fingers ripped at collapsed, barely twitching flesh, teeth working roughly at gobbets of steaming, rich meat…
Xander wasn’t sure of how long he’d slept after the spirit receded, still rumbling happily within him, but it couldn’t have been long. The small tinge of moonlight that made it through the canopy of leaves and branches above him this close to the resort had barely changed in strength or angle, after all.
He sat up, still feeling pleasantly full and he stretched, working the small twinges of abused muscle to nothing with that one motion.
He supposed he should be feeling some sort of guilt at hunting down the poor animal that way but he just… didn’t. At least this way, the other predators in the forest would consume what he’d left and he couldn’t say the same for the steaks he’d bought in butcher shops for years. The Cob, small deer that it was, was natural prey for the lions, leopards and other hunters in these parts, anyway.
One hand roamed over the still slightly sticky blood covering his chest and he felt the hyena rise again. ‘Good hunt, good prey,’ it whispered in the back of his mind, ‘want more…’.
“Later,” he told it, licking his lips slowly. “We’re full now. Fed.”
The beast started to agree then tensed, and Xander found himself suddenly on his feet, back to a rock formation as another predator approached. Another unnatural predator, they realized, growling low and warningly as the unexpected threat stepped into view.
* * * * *
(A/N: As always, thanks to the reviewers... in this case: TheShadowCat, Fenris Mourningstar, E & Alice. Appreciate you guys taking the time to let me know you like! :D More soon, I think.)