CravingsBy Mightbeme
Part One
*What a shit of a day* sighing I sat head down trying to work my way through the dusty tome in front of me. Everything had gone wrong today and it didn’t look like getting any better. Glancing around I noticed the rest of my friends seemed to have the same opinion. Except for our resident peroxide pest, who was not even pretending to help. He sprawled over the couch, boots up on the coffee table, flicking ash from his cigarette onto Giles floor as he watched TV.
*Does he always have to be here, can’t he do that elsewhere, like where I don’t have to look at his amazing ……….omigod I thought that didn’t I…damm, *
I quickly shied away from the mental picture my brain had so thoughtfully provided for me. He could but he wouldn’t because of two things…. Dawn and Buffy.
*He’s like Dawn’s shadow and what’s up with him and the buffster*
I studied him covertly, trying to ignore the way his black jeans outlined his lean legs.
*Hell*
I ran my hand through my long dark hair before rubbing the back of my neck irritably.
*He’s another guy…your not supposed to notice whether he’s good looking or not, whether or not he has a great body. * another mental picture flashed by.
“Oh god”
I groaned then jumped putting my hand over my eyes, colour suffusing my face.
*I can’t believe I said that – god thought that*
Willow came over and put a hand on my shoulder squeezing gently. I looked up into her clear eyes, a delicate frown between her brows.
“Are you okay Xander”
“I’m fine Wills, just a bit tired, long days full of manly work, you know how it is.”
“Okay, just because your single again doesn’t mean you can overdo the work ethic you know”
Buffy’s strident voice broke in as she wandered over waving a dusty book in one hand.
“Just because the apocalypse is coming, and might I be the one to say that 3 times in one month is just waaaayyyy too many appoc….appocal…..what’s the plural of apocalypse Giles, and where does it say we have to kill ourselves by reading every book in here. ”
Giles looked unamused at Buffy, before handing her another stack of books.
“Giles ”
Spike glanced up from the television long enough to snort at her.
“Stop ya whining slayer, I can’t hear the telly”
Giles chided Buffy, speaking patiently to her as she dropped the stack onto the table.
“I doubt that there will be another apocalypse in the next few months but there is no harm in being sure.”
Buffy shrugged, sweeping her books into a pile she quickly stacked them in front of Willow before glancing at the clock.
“Well my shifts over and I’ve got to patrol, anyone else coming…Willow?”
Giles sighed and rubbed his forehead realising that he wasn’t going to win this one.
“I suppose there’s only a couple of things that have to be done.”
“Xander”
I looked up hoping against hope that the bleached menace and I wouldn’t be put together on patrol. I mean there’s only so much I could take and having to watch what I said and did around Spike might just be too hard.
“Yes G-Man”
“How many times must I ask you not to call me that”
“Sorry Giles”
“If your going to patrol, I suggest that Willow and Buffy form one team and Xander you and Spike comprise the other.”
Spike smirked at us from the couch as I reluctantly agreed taking the jibes and smiles from my friends with good grace.
“Ok Spike what do you say, lets hit the road”
“Right, tell me again why I get stuck babysitting the whelp”
“Hey maybe its me being stuck babysitting you fangless”
I waited nervously while he stared thoughtfully before arching an eyebrow at me. I let out the breath I was unconsciously holding.
“Well at least a demon magnet like you makes good bait.”
“Alright and did anybody else find that statement to be disturbing”
Spike smiled at me before all but pushing me out the door. I waved goodbye to the others my glance sliding over Spikes shoulders and down to his lean hips. I sighed as we headed off on patrol, I was acutely aware of the graceful creature of the night that prowled slightly in front of me. This position let me ogle his magnificent lean body without getting caught doing it. Whoops did I say not getting caught, my gaze was roaming back up over his butt to his shoulders when he turned and I came face to face with a knowing smirk, blue eyes and an arched eyebrow.
“Didn’t know you were interested in the other side whelp”
“Ummm…..I’m not interested….I was just ummmm distracted”
“Right Xan keep telling yourself that mate and one day you might believe it”
I swallowed heavily tasting the lie bitter in my mouth, I was about try and talk my way out of it when we were ambushed. From the darkness around us vampires appeared, Spike cocked his head as the leader stalked closer to him.
“What a find, the slayer’s pet vamp and her useless minion.”
“Hey who you calling useless ugly”
I moved closer to Spike, keeping my eyes on the group, 5 vampires – 2 of us, this is so not good odds.
“You know he’s not the slayer’s property” Spike’s voice was deceptively soft but I could hear the steel in his tone. “He’s mine”
The lead vamp’s dark eyes widened as he glanced nervously at me, I tried not to look as shocked as I felt. What did Spike say that for and why did fangy there look like I had moved from dinner to desert. He motioned for his minions to take me, my heart pounded in my chest as I clutched harder at my stake. I struck out and the first to reach me turned to dust before my eyes. Spike launched himself at the others knocking two of them down and staking one that grabbed me by the neck. I felt the hand that had gripped me painfully disintegrate and looked wildly around. Spike had been tackled by one of the two vamps he had knocked over and was now trading blows furiously. Cold hands gripped my shoulders and I was pulled back against a hard body. I struggled futilely against my captor, my breath coming in hard gasps as his grip changed, one arm pinned me to him the other roughly grabbed my hair. My eyes watered as my head was wrenched to the side, I shuddered as a rough tongue licked up my neck to my ear. Needle sharp teeth pierced my skin and before I could scream I was knocked from my feet. I landed on my stomach and I felt the vamp on top of me turn to dust as Spike staked him from behind. I lay panting in the dust as Spike reached down and rolled me over. Taking his hand I rose unsteadily to my feet, I needed no coaxing to lean against his hard body, resting my head on his shoulder.
*Mmmm just the right height*
Spike was busy checking my wound, I could feel the blood running down my neck. I felt Spike’s game face emerge, his body trembling as he fought against the call of my blood and the demon in himself.
He went to push me away but I hung on, light headed but desperate for the contact.
“Hungry Spike”
“Dammit Xander let me go, your playin’ with fire.”
“I know Spike but you can’t hurt me and there’s good human blood that’s going to waste here.”
I threaded my hand through his platinum hair, so much softer in reality than it looked, pulling his face closer. He resisted, twisting his head to gaze at me, it was my turn to tremble as I looked into his amber eyes. Whatever he saw there made him relax and he bent his head to my neck licking up the spilled blood. Pulling open my shirt where the flow had dripped down on to my chest. Fire rushed to my groin as I watched him suckle the blood from nipple, my breathing hitched as he looked up and fiery amber eyes bored into mine. I closed my eyes and felt the kitten licks travel back up my skin toward the puncture marks on my neck. Spike lapped up rest of the still flowing blood, pulling me to him, I could feel how hard he was, hell he could feel how hard I was. Gently he tongued over the twin marks before slipping his own fangs into the wound. I sighed in contentment as I felt him draw a mouthful of my blood, my body rubbing against his. I felt him relax as there was no complaint from his chip, he took another mouthful and I moaned, tightening my arms around him.
“Oh god so good…….sogoodspike”
I felt like I was floating, my body craved him, his touch, his fangs in my neck, his cock hard against my hip. I felt his hand on me, stroking me through the rough denim of my jeans as he took more of my lifeblood. I jerked against him, slowly he lifted his fangs from my neck, licking the wound until it closed. His voice was so soft but I could feel the words burning into my soul.
“Your mine”
I shuddered and came, the warm wetness seeping through my jeans. I bowed my head and rested it on his shoulder my arms falling limply to my sides. I felt good but incredibly light headed from the blood loss, I think I would have fallen if Spike hadn’t held me up. I could feel him so hard against me as I tentatively rubbed my hand over his erection. He moaned softly in my ear, my heart jumped and I struggled to undo his jeans.
“Damm button fly’s”
He snorted, then gasped as I finally exposed him to the cool night air. I shook as I wrapped my hand around his cock, it was so hard, precum leaked from the tip, I swiped my thumb over it before gently moving his foreskin back. I had never seen an uncut cock before, not that I’d seen many cut ones up close. Spike thrust into my hand, I could hear him panting, his body so tense I could tell it wouldn’t be long.
“Unnn….Xan…..that’s so good, yeah just like that.”
I wrapped my other arm around his waist and pulled him closer, loving the feel of his hips thrusting under my hand. His face had melted back to his human visage, sky blue eyes full of lust, his breath coming hard and fast through his pouty lips, he looked ….. edible. I leant my head forward and captured his lips in a deep kiss, my tongue probing in time with my hands sure movement. I felt him shudder the moment that he came, his body went from incredibly tense to achingly still to boneless. I lifted my head to watch him, unguarded for just a few seconds. In a few moments I saw more in those blue depths than I had seen in all the time I’d known him. I felt a quiet ache where he had taken my blood that seemed to permeate my entire being. We broke apart reluctantly, I had the strangest desire to just be close to Spike, it was like a craving. I smiled when after he had cleaned us up he lifted my arm and ducked under it, throwing his arm around my waist. It was just as well as I was feeling a bit unsteady on my feet, cautiously we made our way back to the magic box. After giving the edited version of what happened I was happy to let Giles fuss over me, giving me orange juice and cookies, making me lie down till I felt better. Spike was quiet sitting on the counter reading a paper where I could watch him from the corner of my eye.
“Well Xander, it appears you were quite lucky this time. You don’t appear to have lost too much blood, but I want you to take it easy for a while. You should be right to go to work tomorrow but try not to do any heavy lifting.”
“Its cool Giles, I can catch up on my paperwork tomorrow”
“Maybe you should have Spike take you home, you really should get some sleep”
Spike all but leapt off the counter holding his hand out to Giles.
“Right keys”
Giles put his hand in his pocket withdrawing his car keys, placing them reluctantly into Spike’s open palm.
“I know, don’t speed, don’t drive on the wrong side of the road, and don’t have any fun. Well c’mon whelp, get your arse into gear, the sooner I get you home the sooner I can go out and have some fun.”
“Hey wounded man, here have a little sympathy”
Spike arched an eyebrow at me and I hid a smile at Giles infuriated expression.
Slowly getting up, I followed the blonde out of the shop and into Giles car. It was a quiet ride. I was unsure of what to say and Spike seemed uninclined to voice any opinion. Too soon we reached my apartment building, Spike helped me out of the car and up the stairs. At my door I fumbled with my keys, before Spike relieved me of them, unlocking and pushing open the door. He turned to walk away and my heart lurched, I reached out and grasped his hand, stopping him in his tracks.
“Would you like to come in Spike?”
I felt the little shiver tumble though him, then his fingers were gently disentangling from mine. There was an air of sadness around him as he shook his head silently, he lifted his head and his eyes held mine. I felt weakness overcoming me and then I was falling and he was there, holding me, cradling me in his arms. I nuzzled into his neck, happy at last, here was where I longed to be. His scent surrounded me, I felt him removing my clothes and placing me in my bed. My head felt muzzy and my eyes too heavy to stay open a moment longer, I heard him whisper or was that a memory as I fell headlong into dreamless sleep.