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Making Him Mine - Chapter 2
“Rats’ eyes! Why aren’t you using rats’ eyes? You sent me for rats’ eyes last
time.”
“Spike, last time I was trying to distract you from going, ‘grrrr’, on me!”
“Oh! Well, I want rats’ eyes.”
“Spike, go away. I need to concentrate.”
“No way, Red, I’m wanna watch. Wanna make sure I get me money’s worth.”
“You’re not paying and…ewww, you are SO not staying, I have to close my eyes
and…errr do stuff, and no way am I closing my eyes when you are in the room.”
Shit. “This better be good, bint.”
“Look, Spike, this is really very simple. Next time the subject of the spell
sees you, they will fall in love with you. OK?”
Hmm. I still wanted rats’ eyes.
So, all I have to do is wait for sunset, drive back to LA and…it’s done. Sire
loves me again. I’m happy. I guess. Why don’t I feel good about this?
I make my way slowly back to the crypt hoping to do a bit of dusting on the
way. Feel like some violence, feel the need for pain.
Someone else’s though!
NOT MINE.
Bleedin’ chaos demons when you least expect them. Hate friggin chaos demons.
I hit the fuckin’ thing in the stomach with me axe and the soddin’ creature
explodes! It was a total bag of blood and I’m caked in the foul shit. Oh Bloody
Hell! I hate my life.
An’ sod it all, I think my wrist’s broken. And what the fuck is that running
down the inside of me leg? Ain’t something good. Shit, this hurts.
Oh Bloody Hell. What now?
Why do my friggin’ plans never GO to plan? I can sense the poofter waiting for
me in the crypt. This is not how I planned it. And if my plans go wrong it should
be me fucking them up, not him. I planned big tearful reunion in LA, me moving
into the apartment, twenty-four-hour cable being swiftly installed, lots of
presents and beer. Not this. Now the moment’s here I’m…what, afraid? Nah, can’t
be that. I’m excited, yeah, that’s it. I’m real excited by this. But how will
he act when he sees me? What will he do when the spell hits him? Shit, I hope
he don’t go all poofy on me. Hello Angel. It’s meee. I’m home. Come here poof
and act lovey-dovey. It’s me!
Spike’s here. I can sense him outside. He’s hesitating.
He knows I’m here. Knows I’m going to stake him.
“Spike.” I move towards him as he comes through the door and I swear I was going
to stake him.
OK, I didn’t actually have a stake with me, but I’d have improvised. But I just
couldn’t do it. Don’t know why. I think it was the blood. I suddenly saw the
blood. Blood everywhere. It was coating his hair, plastering the spiky blond
strands to his head. It had soaked into his clothes. It was flowing out of the
bottom of his jeans and pooling on the floor. And it suddenly seemed a whole
lot more important that he was hurt and in pain, than it did that I’d come here
to kill him.
“You’re hurt, Spike.”
OK, this is not a ‘fall-on-your-knees-and-profess-undying-love’, kinda spell.
I can see that. Yep, no fallin’ on his knees yet. No kissin’, no huggin’. But
I can live with this. I can live with the old Sire being worried about me. And
I can live with him gently holding my wrist and turning it over in his (sweaty?)
hands. Clever bint made a subtle love spell! Well, whatdaya know!
“Take your pants off, Spike.”
OK, spell getting better!
I smirk as I start to unbutton my jeans. Cus it’s just occurred to me; the funny
thing about love. Love that’s certain, love that can’t be broken. Shit, OK!
Love that’s fake an’ comes out of a potion with an added tuft of hair. Funny
thing about love is, I can do anything I fuckin’ like and he’ll still have to
love me!
Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun!
Oh, burn out my eyes that I might not see this. Why didn’t
I remember? Hell, I was the one who started it. I insisted on it. No bloody
undergarments for Will. Will had to be easy access. Well I’m paying for it now.
Because three inches from my face, as I’m trying to stem the blood still flowing
from the deep gash in his thigh, is Spike’s cock. Swaying. Engorged. And why
isn’t he even embarrassed? I mean, I know he’s the Big Bad and all that rubbish,
and it’s not as if his cock is something I haven’t seen before, but God, natural
modesty NOT.
If I slip a bit lower on the couch I might actually bump nancy-boy’s
hair with it. Yep, easy! Well, I have to give Red her due. This spell is working
out just fine. I mean it’s only been five minutes and here we are already. Angel
bending over my cock, that’s gotta be value-for-money-magic! Bit puzzled why
he’s so intent on that wound though. Fuck, I’m all for subtle. Subtle could
be my middle name. But this is bordering on restrained. Don’t want restrained.
Want sucking. Want screaming. Want that fucking cable.
‘Suck me, Angel!’
’Fuck. What!’ I leap back so quickly I swear I feel my
back go. And you’d have to be a two hundred and fifty year old vampire with
super human powers to appreciate how quick that’d have to be.
‘I said suck me! Come on, we haven’t got all night! It’s a long drive back to
LA and I’m pretty shagged, mate. Like to get to bed. So get over here and suck
me!’
’Alright, Spike. Don’t move too quickly. I think that chip thing in your head
must be malfunctioning. You may have had a knock on the head.’ Why didn’t Wesley
and I think of this? This is what must have sparked off that 2x4 party last
night. I move swiftly over to Spike and ease him back gently till he is lying
on the couch. Picking up his blanket I wrap him carefully and sitting down alongside
his prone form I lay the back of my hand on his forehead. ‘Just close your eyes
and try to sleep, Spike. I’ll stay here. I won’t leave you till you’re asleep.
But I need to phone Wesley about this. I don’t know what he’ll recommend, but
I suspect he’ll want to examine you, so you’ll have to come to LA with me.’
I brush my hand over his hair, rubbing my thumb over his eyes, forcing him gently
to close them. ‘Shhh, just relax, Spike. You’re safe now.’
Someone remind me to thank Red for this!
Strange foreplay though! But I’m nothing if not experimental. Fuck it, are we
playing Doctors and Patients? Cus this is just bloody weird. Not the strange
sex play from Angel. Hell, we’ve played much weirder games than Doctors and
Patients in the past. You should have seen the Noah’s Ark game…but well, it’s
weird that this is almost as good as Angel sucking me off. Just lying here with
his hand gently stroking my hair. Feeling his strength as he sits beside me.
And, yeah, he’s taking me to LA. Taking me home. Did I already say I LIKE this
spell? This is getting deep. Pity it’s not real.
How did I go from staking Spike to nursing Spike in less
than five minutes? I did come here to stake him. I think. I wanted something.
Some resolution. Some final reckoning. But being here now, with Spike got me
all…I don’t know. I can’t describe it. It’s sort of like wanting to get out
of my skin. I feel hot. And for a room-temperature demon, it’s quite disturbing.
I want violence? Blood. His blood?
Now I’m not sure what I want, but whatever it is, it still revolves around Spike.
But I definitely did not want his cock in my face.
Alright! Even if I did, I didn’t want HIM ordering me to suck it. I’m the Sire,
he’s the childe. I order him. If I want him to order me, I’ll order him to do
it. That’s how it works. That’s how it’s always worked. So what’s just happened
here? And how come I’m lying with Spike in my arms and I can feel his naked
body under the blanket and it feels like coming home?
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