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But I Love You? "Hi, My name is Sarah and I'm your teacher." With a glance around the small room, Spike knew that he was the only one trying to ignore a chip giving him tingles for wanting to bite off all Sarah’s furiously moving fingers. Only five minutes into the class and the blond was wishing that a Hellmouth would swallow him whole. Sitting next to him on his left side was Xander, listening intently to what the blue haired teacher was saying. On his right side were three other people, a mother and father team along with their child. The little girl looked to be around four or five, Spike wasn't really too sure, he had never liked kids so he hadn't taken much notice of them. The only time he had ever really come into contact with them once turned, was when Darla decided on treating herself with one or two before bedtime. "Ok, I'm just going to give you a brief description of what to expect in the next four days. Any questions so far?" When none came forward, the tall thin middle-aged lady went on to describe how the days would go for the Sign Language participants. Spike snorted to himself, four days trapped in a small room with a wanker hippy teacher who was flapping her hands around like they had been burnt, a Claimant who was on the way to being seriously sick with the flu and the bloody perfect do-gooder family of the year sitting right next to him. What the hell was there not to love? ~ I hope Cornfed and Arseholes Inc. end up with cock cancer. Hope it bloody well eats their nuts as well ~ "Class will start each day at 9am, morning tea at 11.15am, lunch at 1.30pm, afternoon tea at 3.30pm and of course, everybody leaves at 5.30pm. Morning and afternoon breaks are 15 minutes each, while lunch is half an hour" ~ Thank fuck for that! Won't have sit the whole time with the sodding chip mushing my brain just because I want to smother the sunshiny little turd of a teacher ~ Ok, regular breaks. Spike could handle that. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. A bout of coughing from his left side and the vampire cast a worried gaze at the brunette next to him. If the class hadn't already been paid for by the two witches, he would have suggested that they both go to the one next semester. Xander had woken up the morning before complaining of a sore throat and stiff muscles. Calling the boy irritable just wasn't the right word. The blond allowed a slight grimace to ghost over his pale face as he recalled the punch he had received when he had tried to massage the other males back in an attempt to relieve some of the stiffness. A snarled request for the vampire to go away had led to a punch when Spike had chosen to ignore Xander's words, instead trying to give the man some relief. Spike had quickly scrambled into the kitchen for a bout of tears while the kettle boiled. He had been almost in tears again when his offered coffee hadn't been thrown over him, the vampire had been thankful that the small gesture had soothed the grumbling brunette. The bleached blond had tip-toed his way around the cabin all day, jumping whenever Xander had snuffled out a request for more tissues or coffee. Even Twatcat had been ordered out of the bedroom, Xander in no mood to pet and tickle their substitute child. The drive from Pennington to Fairbanks had been in silence, the brunette not even mocking the country stations choice of music, only stopping the once to drop the kitten off at the post office and to top up the blood supply. As soon as they had arrived at the Farmer's Rest Inn, they had checked in and had been shown their room, Xander crawling into bed and going straight to sleep after he had coughed and hacked his way into telling the vampire not to whinge about the separate single beds. Spike had been at a loss as what to do while his Claimant slept, afraid of provoking a hissy fit if he turned on the radio or television. A glance around the yet again wood panelled room, he had gone down to the front desk to arrange a meal to be sent up. While he had been waiting for the room's electric jug to boil so that he could warm up his blood at least a little, he had nibbled on the plate of hot chips and egg that had arrived at his door. It had ultimately been a lonely night for the vampire, he had slept in his single bed, listening to Xander's congested breathing while just wishing that he had a pair of strong warm arms wrapped around him. Someone to soothe his fears that he would look like a complete retard while doing the course. "Right then, day one will be just simple. Learning the Alphabet and our names as well as other important names. Day two will be common things like, please and thank you. How to form sentences and signs for slang. Wednesday, we will be looking at how to utilise the available literature and various resources available including the Internet. On the last day, Thursday, I will be getting you all to give a ten minute talk on any topic of your choice. Megan, because she is so young, she can do a few minutes of whatever she likes. We will use that morning to get everything set up for the talks" "Any questions?" ~ Can I go home yet? ~ Sliding further down into his seat, Spike felt the first of his nerves give way. He had been so excited to receive the voucher from Red and Mouse but now, when faced with actually having to learn the language, he was scared. The vampire didn't want to have the label of 'disabled' but it looked like there was no escape from it now. A snort, a glare from Xander and the blond wondered just when he would find a situation to apply this knowledge to anyway. It was Alaska. Sure, they obviously had deaf and mute people in the State but it wasn't as if he would be able to walk down the street and 'sign' words with everybody knowing what the hell he was on about. He was still going to have to rely heavily on his note pad. "Now, the first thing is that you are not deaf and dumb. You are both Aurally and Orally challenged or just Orally challenged like Spike" A cough and snicker from Xander beside him, Spike allowed himself to just accept the horror of having a politically correct label stuck to him. The snuffling brunette beside him nudged the vampires side with a solid elbow, giggling a little at the word oral. ~ Any fucking money she tries to get us into either the gay/lesbian support group for the college, or dance around a sodding tree in an effort to better express ourselves ~ With another glance at her attendance sheet, Sarah took in the group of people in front of her. The parents of the little girl Megan were quite obviously dickheads. Just part of the new breed of upper white collar class that believed in letting children develop at their own pace. Not a bad thing in theory but debilitating if their child happened to have an undiagnosed problem. Mark and Carol had at first thought that Megan was happy in her own little world, not even thinking that she might have a disability. It was only after she had been almost hit by a truck that they had discovered she was deaf. Head shaken, she looked at the dark haired smiling girl sitting in between her parents. If they had only taken Megan to the audiologist sooner, she would probably have already had a good grip on sign language. Dismissing that thought from her head, she turned her attention to the bleached blond male who looked like he was torn between wanting to be here and wanting the earth to swallow him. Spike, nice name she thought, too bad about the weird phobia. Not a bad looking couple either. She had originally thought it was nice of the mute males friend to come with him to the class but just one glace at them and they had practically screamed 'couple'. It wasn't very overt but the brunettes hand on the blonde’s lower back as they had walked through the door had been a dead give away. A slight frown as she heard Xander cough again, grimacing at the sound of building phlegm in the boys chest. Not a good idea for everybody to get sick. She would have to send him down to the colleges on campus pharmacy during the next break. Get him to buy something that would clear up the mucus before it got too bad. "Ok. These two gentlemen are Spike and his friend Xander, Spike is orally challenged. This is Mark and Carol with Megan who is both aurally and orally challenged." Nose blown, Xander tried to focus on what the blue haired lady was saying. It was hard, everything was looking and sounding strange. He felt like he was in a glass box, able to see and hear everything but not quite with it. A warm bed would have been most welcome at the moment. Another soft giggle that he managed to turn into a cough at the thought of Spike being challenged at providing anything oral, he was sure that his sinuses were just about to explode. Looking at Sarah, he watched as her hands made a few pretty shapes before being told they were the first three letters of the alphabet. ~Jesus Christ! This is going to be a loooong day. I need a fucking drink and the whelp needs bed ~ Sighing, Spike settled down into learning how to sign the alphabet, resisting the urge to offer how to teach the signs he knew to the little girl. He was sure that his phrase of "If your what’s on offer for tonight’s entertainment, I'm not sorry to say that I would rather tongue kiss a ferret that's been cross bred with a warthog and dipped in a fungus demons entrails", would come in handy for the brat one day. Sure, only a demon from the Vetogr Clan would be able to understand it but it was always the thought that counted. ~ Fuck it, might just teach the little shit anyway. Would love to see the parental figures faces when it comes out with that little pearler ~ Wednesday 14 Febuary Farmer's Rest Inn 8.13pm With one hand, Spike gently rubbed the hurling brunettes back in the hopes of soothing the spasming muscles. Nose wrinkled at the acrid smell floating through the air, he briefly wondered if the youth would be too upset if the vampire rented another room for the night in an effort to escape the noxious odour. A deep gulp of air from the hiccuping male and the blond sighed as the tiolet was gifted with another bit of dinner. It was without a doubt now, that Xander would not be going with the vampire to the last day of the Sign Language Course. The brunette had tried his best to keep up with the lessons but with his mind addled with the day/night cold and flu tablets, Xander really wasn't beyond making individual letters. Just the thought of his Claimant being unable to understand the vampire was making Spike not want to go and give his ten minute talk the following morning. Really, what was the point if the person he lived with wasn't going to be able to communicate with him? The only bonus was that he actually recieved a diploma for attending the course. A small thing but one that gave him a certain pride. He had come to terms with being classed as disabled, just thanking the higher beings that he wasn't also deaf like Megan. Sarah had turned out to be a great source of dirty jokes much to the disgust of both Mark and Carol. Whenever there had been a break, Sarah, Spike and a sniffling, snorting Xander had swapped all the dirty jokes they knew. The do-gooder family had kept right out of it which had suited the other adults just fine. The only person who had been upset had been the little girl, Megan. She had taken a real shine to Xander, at first sitting on his knee while being bounced up and down by the patiently coughing brunette. Her parents had put a stop to that when they had finally clued into the particular nature of the two men's relationship. The looks of disgust being shot at both Spike and Xander at the beginning of each break had pretty much put up a barrier between the two groups. Xander had kicked and sworn his way around the Inn's room at their homophobic attitude, only calming down when his latest handfull of cold and flu tablets kicked in, reducing him to a snoring bundle underneath a thick comforter. The angry youth had been more upset over the possibitlity of Megan growing up gay or bi and having to face that sort of attitude from people who were supposed to love her unconditionally rather than the muttered demeaning words directed at them both whenever they passed Mark and Carol. It had been an eye opener for the vampire. He had been almost sick when he had realised that one day Xander might leave him for someone who could provide him with a child of his own. That the vampire could very well be just a passing phase for the brunette. It was a possibility that Spike refused to entertain. ~ He bloody well claimed me though, surely that would count for something? ~ Reaching over a panting body, Spike pushed the full flush button, grimacing as the smelly mess was flushed down the pipes. Hand wrapped around the shivering male's upper arm, he gently pulled Xander to his feet and guided him back towards the bed. Once the youth was back under the covers, the vampire checked that the electric blanket was on a comfortable setting. He gave the sweaty hair a few sweeps with his pale hand, marvelling at how the boys face was almost as white as his own skin. "Mmmmm. I like you. Your'e pretty!" ~ Riiiight! I guess someone is off in LaLa land then ~ With a snicker, the vampire pulled his hand away from the youth who was so doped up on cold and flu tablets, he was licking whatever skin he could reach with a hot tongue. Spike was tempted to take off his pants and pull out his cock for the boy to lick at but knew that it just would'nt be worth the beating when Xander was well enough. The bleached blond, while sympathising with the boy, was finding the youths drugged state quite funny to be around. Earlier that evening he had seen Xander holding a pretty intense conversation with himself in the bathroom mirror. Upon being caught out, Xander had sworn black and blue that he had an identical twin, the large brown eyes had brimmed with tears once he had realised that his 'twin' was no longer around to be seen. Spike had had to hold a hand over his mouth to stop his laughs from upsetting the boy any further. Only two minutes later, Xander had loudly demanded a meal of chicken parmigana to be sent up with extra chips and two cans of coke. Which out of them had made the youth sick, the vampire wasn't sure but it had only taken ten minutes for the hurried scramble towards the bathroom to be set into motion. A shake of his head at Xanders babbling, Spike checked a red and white striped box for some more cold and flu medication. A groan greeted the room when it was made clear that the box was empty. After a quick read of the ingredients, he saw that the box only provided three days and nights worth of tablets. "Do you know my snot is green?" ~ Jesus Christ! Thank fuck I'm no longer a human, that is just plain disgusting! ~ Jaw dropped at the very thought of anything coming from Xanders body being green, the vampire was sure that the colour wasn't a normal human thing. Worried, he made a descion to go straight to the nearest pharmacy to pick up some more drugs for the boy. "Hey, If I you know, came right now, would my cum be green?" "Errrk, cough!" ~ Right thats it. More drugs. Now. Very much right now and sure as hell no sex! ~ Snapping his jaw shut, Spike quickly wrote a note for the boy. Instructions for him to stay in bed until the bleached blond came back, Spike wasn't suprised to find that his stomach was churning at the thought of green cum. Finally, the vampire knew what was a certain cock drooper if he ever needed one in the future. With a burp, he managed to keep down his own drink of Coke. Keys to the Commadore grabbed, he smiled as just how mental Giles would go if the older human knew the vampire had been driving for the past few days. A few taps on the lobby desk saw the desk clerk come to help him. After a few notes had been passed to the chirpy Alaskan Native man, Spike was in the possession of the addresses for all the late night pharmacies in Fairbanks. All seven of them. Samuel had been very helpful indeed, all the while letting his warmer fingers linger over Spikes hand as each note was passed onto him. The vampire had known the other man was attracted to both himself and the whelp as soon as they had stepped through the front doors. The aroma of arousal pouring off the lobby jockey as he had signed them both in. Spike had shrugged if off, he was with Xander now and by all rights and traditions, he wasn't allowed to wander off with anyone who took his fancy. It was up to his Claimant to decide who he could do. Xander hadn't taken any notice, more interested in getting into a warm bed for some sleep. A wink from Samuel plainly indicated the other males willingness to participate in more than note passing. Returning the wink, Spike didn't see the harm in teasing the youngster. He really wasn't that bad looking, quite cute in a dusky way. But no, he was with Xander and that was that mattered. Still, might be nice to be able to dip his wick for once instead of always getting it up the arse. A thought of a hot wet mouth around his much neglected cock and suddenly the vampires jeans were 3 sizes too tight. Resisting the urge to start wanking right in the middle of the lobby, Spike instead jogged out through the heavy doors, towards the Commadore's parking spot. Twenty minutes later ~ What the hell is a mucolactic? Does the Whelp have diabetes? Actually, what the fuck is diabetes? ~ Standing infront of the large cough/cold and flu display at the first pharmacy, Spike studied the flu preparation he held in his hand. The sheer range of items one could buy was horrifying. If he had known even as few as ten years ago how much humans depended on medication, he would have found a way to invest some money into one of the then emerging companies. Box turned over, he snarled as he saw that it was made by Rainer. ~ Bugger! If only I had had just a hundred quid, would be a sodding millionaire by now ~ He couldn't stop himself for cursing missed opportunities. He had almost laughed himself into a second death when a fellow demon had talked about investing into a newly formed pharmacuetical company. Don't be so fucking stupid had been the bellowed reply from the bleached blond vampire. If only he had known that the emerging company, Rainer, would become the third most requested brand of cough, cold and flu medicines on the pharmacy only market. ~ Fuckfuckfuckfuuuuuck! Ok, calming down now. Oh, fucking sod it! Now I have to bloody well pay for the bint of a box ~ Crushed box held firmly in his tight fingers, the vampire looked around for someone to help him with his purchase. The last thing he wanted to do was buy something that would make the brunette worse than he already was. The busy pharmacy was filled with people who were coughing and spluttering with various ailments. ~Errk, don't bloody well touch me! Go away, go on, shoo! ~ Breifly wishing that every body would just drop dead and leave one person to help him, Spike shuddered as a snotty nosed toddler was chased around the shop by a woman waving a handfull of tissues. Scalp tingling, the vampire had a sudden fear of having another flash while in the shop. Trying to think of soothing scenery as he had been instructed by Giles, Spike was pleased to know exactly what sort of cough Xander had. It was a cough. Yep, thats right, a cough. But no, just knowing it was a cough apparantly wasn't enough. Was the Whelps cough dry, chest, or just plain irritating. Grabbing a bottle of bright blue liquid that promised to clear the chest as well as the nose, Spike wondered if the boys snot would turn blue once the mixture was taken. Another glance at the crumpled box in his hand and the decsion was made to get some throat lozenges as well. Bypassing the menthol and eucalyptus ones in favour of the yummy blackcurrant flavoured squares, Spike took a long look around before pocketing a few packets as he saw that no-one was looking in his direction. ~ Bugger paying for them. Haven't done this in ages. Miss it too! ~ Items thumped on the counter, he drummed his fingers ontop of the daisy yellow counter as he waited for the sales woman to serve him. Smiles all round as he handed over his eftpos card, he punched in his code at the prompt. Medicine gathered up in its plain paper bag, he headed off towards the sliding door. Just going through and into the cool nights air, he felt his fangs drop as a heavy hand clapped down onto his shoulder. "Excuse me Sir, I think you forgot to pay for something. Would you care to come back inside please?" Wednesday 14 Febuary Fairbanks Police Station 10.36 pm ~ Bloody Fuck! I can't believe this. Unlife just keeps on piling up the shit. ~ Shoulder flexed once more, Spike grimaced as the links to the handcuffs jangled against the metal bench he was cuffed to. He didn't mind the handcuffs in the least, if it had only been in a different place. To be a Master vampire and at the mercy of the Fairbanks police was quite an embarrassing situation. The only thing more humiliating was the things he had been arrested for. Shoplifting items to the total of $3.45 (three packets of Allens blackcurrant soothers at $1.15 each) Driving without a current license Driving without two number plates Resisting arrest and making a public nuisance of himself ~ Stupid sodding plate! How was I to know that constantly taking the back plate on and off all the time would make it fall off eventually? ~ Sneering to himself, the blonde vampire quickly let his eyes tear up as he caught the arresting officer looking his way. The only thing going for him at the moment was the fact that he couldn't talk, and he could smell the sympathy rolling off the officer whenever he had had to write an answer to the questions fired at him. Spike was trying to milk the emotion for all it was worth and so far, he thought he was doing a great job as the officer kept smiling at him each time he looked in his direction. ~ Resisting arrest! All I fucking well did was run to the goddamned car! ~ As soon as the heavy hand had clapped down on his shoulder, Spike had listened to his instinct and had twisted from the gripping fingers, running down the street, towards where the Commodore was parked. He had heard the heavier male running after him, all the time bellowing for the blonde to stop. Car reached, Spike found he had gripped the bottle of medicine so hard it had broken and was leaking through the paper bag. The result had been a slippery car key that had refused to slide into the car door easily. The vampire had been in the process of a third attempt at opening the door when the large man had caught up with him. ~ Arsehole! Stupid fuck should be too fat to run that fast, sure it’s not possible! ~ Sensing the officer still looking in his direction, Spike let his chin wobble a little, overjoyed at the sudden flood of sympathy directed at him. He had been held until the police had come, the vampire unbelieving as to how serious the whole matter was to the storeowner. With a barely concealed smile, the blonde had been handcuffed and placed into the back of a police car after Officer Sewinski discovered the male had been driving without a licence. Henceforth his little trip down to the larger than imagined police station. Surprisingly enough, it was the first time Spike had ever been arrested. A few minutes later and the officer was almost yelling each question at the nervous vampire. Spike was not looking forward to what Xander was going to say about this little incident. "NOW, MR LAVELLE. IS THERE SOMEONE WE CAN CALL FOR YOU? DUE TO YOU NOT HAVING A LICENCE, I CAN'T LET YOU DRIVE." ~ Oh fuck! The Whelp is so going to tan my hide black and blue over this. Oh and by the way, I'm sodding well mute not deaf, you interbred dumb fuck cousin of a pig! ~ With a nod, Spike wobbled his chin again as he felt very real tears well up in his large blue eyes. Trying not to wince at the loud level the officer was speaking in, the vampire indicated that he wanted to write with his free hand. Pen and paper shoved towards him, the blonde scrawled the number and name of where he was staying just underneath Xander's name. Slumped against the seat, the demon watched as Officer Sewinski finished typing up his newly established rap sheet and placed it on top of his mug shots. Spike had been surprised to find that he was able to be photographed. When cameras and film had first been invented, vampires and a few other demons were unable to be caught on film and no-one knew why so it had just been shrugged off. Obviously things had gotten better with either the cameras themselves or the film, quite possibly both. ~ Not the sodding pictures I wanted to have floating around. ~ Spike felt his stomach lurch as the officer made contact with The Farmers Rest Inn. The vampire was horrified to find that he was sniffling as he tried to hold his tears back. Sure, the display would get him extra sympathy points but the vampire would end up staking himself due to the embarrassment. "I'M SORRY MR LAVELLE, BUT I CAN'T GET ONTO YOUR FRIEND. IS THERE ANYONE ELSE I CAN CALL?" Head shaken, the vampire was aghast to find that he was now weeping openly, the officer awkwardly patting at his shoulder in an attempt to soothe him. What the hell was he supposed to do? Walk back to the Inn and come back for the car with the Whelp later on that day? That is of course he was still in the land of the unliving. "TELL YOU WHAT, HOW ABOUT I TAKE YOU HOME? YOU AND YOUR FRIEND CAN COME TOMORROW AND PICK UP THE CAR KEYS FROM THE OFFICER ON DUTY. SOUND OK?" Another head shake and Spike found himself choking on his sobs, the handcuffs rattling as his whole body shook. Xander was so going to beat him into a second death. Spike knew he would be lucky to just get away with a few broken bones after this. Having an idea, he wrote for Officer Sewinski to call the Inn again and ask for Samuel instead. A nod and he listened to the other man arrange for the desk jockey to come and pick the vampire up in just over two hours. "RIGHT. THE YOUNG MAN IS GOING TO PICK YOU UP AFTER HIS SHIFT AT WORK. LUCKY FOR YOU HE DOESN'T MIND DOING IT. I'M GOING TO HAVE TO PUT YOU INTO THE CELLS, BUT IF YOU PROMISE ME NOT TO DO ANYTHING STUPID, I'LL LET YOU KEEP THE PEN AND PAPER, OK?" Thanking his lucky stars for a horny Samuel, Spike nodded at the Officer. On his way to the holding cells, he listened as he was told when his court date was for the charges. The vampire was finding it upsetting that he had been nabbed on such stupid charges. Here he was, one fourth of The Scourge Of Europe and all he had done this time was steal three fucking packets of blackcurrant lollies. Cell's reached, Spike caught the scent of something familiar as he grasped the out held pen and paper. Walked through the first of the locked doors, the vampire was pleased to find that his tears were drying up as he yet again smelt the familiar scent wafting around him. He knew this scent. He knew whom it belonged to and with that, the vampire started to pant. Unable to summon up the courage to resist, Spike let himself get led through the second locked 7door and into the second cell on his left. Right next to the one holding the former Initiative soldier he had never gotten the name of. Thursday 15 February Fairbanks Police Station 12.57 am Curled up on the floor, as far away from the former soldier as possible, Spike was counting the minutes until he didn't have to smell the unpleasant scent anymore. He was trying to ignore the lewd whispers and suggestions by doodling on the paper with the black ballpoint pen he had been allowed to keep. The vampire was hoping that Samuel wouldn't forget about him. If Spike had to go through another gang-bang to get out, with all of the staff at the police station and or the Farmers Inn, then the blonde was seriously considering it. "And when I stuck my cock up you that last time, damn! I thought I was going to cum so quick. Just hearing you moan like a bitch!" With a sigh, Spike looked at the clock hanging over the main door into the cellblock. Shit! He had been here too long for Xander to ignore. The male had been hoping to pass this incident off as one of Xander's drug induced imaginings. Now it looked like it was going to be impossible to do. There was no way he was going to be able to convince the boy that Spike being gone for so long was just in the brunette’s imagination. How the blonde was going to get back to Fairbanks for his court date was something that he really didn't want to think about. "Bet I could find out where you live. You would like that wouldn't you? I *know* you're just aching for me to come and fuck you again." Christ! Where the hell was Samuel? He just wanted to be gone and back at his claimant’s side. Maybe he could just get a lawyer and arrange an out of court appearance? They did that on the TV all the time so why not in Alaska? How much would a lawyer really cost? Sensing the large ex-soldier start pacing up and down again, Spike flipped over the page on his note book and continued to doodle. One of Joyce's books had some great designs in it on how to carve images of letters and border work, something that had really caught the blonde’s eye. When he had been a thief, he had almost come undone a few times by trying to shove a couple of ornately carved trinket boxes down his shirt at the last moment, leaving him with almost no time to get back up onto the roof again. He just loved the feel of the wood against his sensitive fingers. He was seriously toying with the idea of applying to do an advanced woodwork course that had instructions on how to carve the delicate features. Unfortunately, the sketching of such designs wasn't helping to distract from the soldier in the next cell. "You know, it would be real easy for you to go missing." Pen snapped at those words, Spike swallowed convulsively at the undercurrent of menace in the soldier’s voice. How the hell one of the Initiative soldiers had come to be in the police station at the same time he did, was something that was stumping him completely. Spike knew that the taller man had probably been arrested for drunken behaviour, the stench of alcohol intermingled with old sweat was disgusting, but why he was in Fairbanks was still the most important question of all. "Riley told me you had moved to the great state of Alaska with that useless prick, Harris. Laughed myself stupid at that. Should have seen the Slayer, almost keeled over from laughing herself while Riley was telling the rest of us." Stomach clenched in embarrassment, the vampire wasn't surprised to find he was about to cry again. This time, it was more in sadness for Xander. The Whelp had stood by Buffy for so long and with what thanks? None it looked like. The stupid bitch was forgetting that Xander had saved all of their lives at one time or the other. With a thought that at least Giles and the two witches weren't too bad, Buffy's standing on the vampires totem pole slid until she was now lower than his human mother. A mean feat indeed. "You see, it's funny. I just happened to be approached by one of my former superiors and asked if I wanted a job recruiting for the army. Not a problem, I said. The first assignment being in the state of Alaska as soon as the winter started to diminish. Met a few guys in Anchorage in the first weeks, went well too. Signed up lots of guys and a few girls as well. Moved to Fairbanks. Haven't liked it up to now." "Bosses said that I could make either city my base. Looks like it might just be Fairbanks. Things are looking up." Fear crawled all through the vampire’s body at the words. He had a good idea of what the former soldier was getting at and the blonde didn't like it one bit. "Bet Harris has no idea of where you are just now, does he?" "Hey! You look at me boy!" With an effort, Spike managed to sniff back his emerging tears and looked over at the man who was taunting him. Trying to keep his gaze steady, the vampire felt the first tear slide down his face as he obediently dropped his eyes in an all too submissive gesture. "Least you know your place bitch!" "Does that useless little shit know where you are? No, hang on. If he does, he would be here by now, wouldn't he?" A barely perceptible shake of his head and Spike felt a few more tears spring up in his eyes. "I can find you so easy. All I have to do is request to be let into the stations records. Just tell them that I have to check up on the background of a few applicants. Won't even take me ten minutes." Groaning at the thought, the vampire wondered again just where Samuel was at this very moment. He hoped that the other man hadn't gone home for a quick shower and splash of aftershave. Somehow, he knew that this was precisely what Samuel had done. The vampire couldn't even find it in himself to be remotely flattered. Spike knew that his payment for getting sprung by the Alaskan would be a romp in an unoccupied room of the Inn and it really didn't bother him at all as long as Xander didn't find out. "Why don't you just save me the trouble and tell me now where you live. Really looking forward to going out on the town with one of my old friends, William." A dry retch from the vampire and Spike was ashamed to hear the soldier laughing at his distress. Shifting himself, the blonde crept closer into the corner of his cell, his gaze on the floor in front of him. "Come on Gimpboy, make it easy on yourself. I can get you out when I get free if you like? My housemate is on his way up with my bail. Has to come from Anchorage but I'm sure you could make it worth his while, couldn't you?" At the sound of the main cellblock door being opened, Spike was in tears when he saw the friendly face of Samuel standing just behind a policeman he hadn't seen before. Two minutes later the vampire was listening to the Alaskan apologising for not coming sooner, the person meant to take over his shift was sick and he had had to call around for another worker. Head nodding, Spike didn't give a shit as long as he just got out of the station. As he was leaving, the former soldier whispered a sentence that made his stomach twist. "The name is Deihl. You'll soon know me real well boy." Shuddering, Spike brushed past both Samuel and the officer, wiping at his tears. He tried not to snatch the clean handkerchief offered to him by a chirpy Samuel. The vampire was anxious to get back to the Inn, get screwed by the desk jockey and receive his beating from Xander. Thankfully Samuel kept his mouth shut until they were out of the station and standing just out front in the crisp night air. A watery smile at the sympathetic lobby captain, Spike quickly wrote what happened, leaving out the shoplifting. "Oh, that’s alright. I don't actually have a licence myself. Keep forgetting to renew it. Don't worry, lets just get you back to that luscious man of yours." A quickly written question of if Xander was alright, the vampire was somewhat pleased to know that Samuel had gone upstairs and had knocked on the room's door in an attempt to wake the slumbering boy but with no success. With a sigh of relief, the demon was thinking that Xander might have just slept through the phone ringing in the room and the knock at the door as well. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to tell the brunette anything, especially if he was able to arrange things with a lawyer. Walking down the main street, towards where the Commodore was parked, Spike wondered if the young lad was going to be able to handle the V8 on such icy looking roads. The car was old but it had a hell of a lot of grunt in it. It was hard to handle if you weren't used to it and he was sure that Samuel hadn't been behind the wheel in anything more heavy duty than a 20 year old two door hatchback. This would not be a good time to kiss a tree amidst twisted car wreckage and flames. A good 20 minutes later, Spike and a shivering puffed Samuel were standing in front of a frosty Commodore. The vampire smiled thinly as the Alaskan did the usual four tire kick and then unlocked the drivers side door, a few 'icks' at the dried crusty remnants of cough syrup coating the door lock making themselves known. His door unlocked, Spike slid into the drivers side as Samuel rested a warm hand on the cool upper thigh. The vampire knew that if he could blush, he would have been bright red by now. In all reality, it should have been his claimant that was helping him get out of the hole he had dug for himself. "You don't want this mentioned to your boyfriend do you?" At the shake of Spikes head, Samuel told the vampire that they would go through the staff entrance and up to the fourth floor. ~ Well, that’s it then. All that’s left to decide now is what Sammy wants me to do to him. ~ In an echo of what was going through his mind, Samuel informed the pale man of what he wanted from the vampire. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Just a blowjob. Samuel giving it though. That was something the vampire was more than happy to comply with. It had been too long since someone had blown him and he almost came in his pants at the mere thought of it. Spike though that he was lucky, he had been under the impression that he would be getting a warm cock up his arse that night. A simple blowjob and one that he didn't even have to provide was something he could handle. The drive back to the Inn was quiet, Samuel proving to be adequate in handling the cantankerous car. Obviously experienced on icy roads. A quick stop at an auto teller for the vampire and Spike was happy to pay back the $300.00 Samuel had paid out for bail. Laughing, the Alaskan told the older man that he had taken it out of the petty cash tin in the office. Grunting, Spike just nodded, having no idea what a petty cash tin was. Car parked in the spot reserved for his room's number, Spike was taken quickly around the back entrance by a very horny smelling desk jockey. They were able to get to the lobby elevator without getting seen by the night clerk, button pushed for floor four. Both men almost jogged down the hallway to room number 413, tumbling into the room. The air in the cold room was tinged with lust and nervousness. Spike suddenly wanted to ask if the other man had ever provided a blowjob before. Spike felt his skin crawl as he realised that he wouldn't be able to let the other man go through with it. Spike was a demon and his face would change the minute Samuel put his hot mouth around his cool penis. He was pretty sure the instant his face changed, Samuel would be shrieking for his life as the desk jockey ran down the carpeted hallway. With a sigh, the vampire was stumped as he continued to let the other male pet and caress him through his too tight jeans. The only other options was if he fucked Samuel so that the younger man's face was turned away or if he blindfolded Samuel. The demon wasn't sure of how either option would be taken let alone just how to convey the idea without his note pad. The Alaskan would be noticing how cool he was almost immediately anyway and it would only take a few minutes before Samuel clicked that something wasn't quite right with Spike. Spike resisted the urge to fang straight out as he found a warm hand stroking his cool shaft. "I really wanted to blow your boyfriend but I guess you will do." Pulling back slightly, the blonde gently grasped at the younger man before he was completely on his knees. Would it be possible to do? Surely if Xander was as drugged out as he had been before his little incident at the police station, then maybe the brunette wouldn't notice the difference between the vampires mouth and Samuel's mouth. Maybe he would think it was just a weird dream? No, it just wouldn't be worth it if Xander twigged during the act. The vampire wasn't ready to die just yet. It was better to just cut his losses and try and think of a way out of his up and coming court appearance. "I'm sorry, that was a really stupid thing to say wasn't it?" A shrug of his shoulders and Spike let the boy sink fully to his knees in front of him. His zipper undone, the vampire groaned at the warm breathe blown across his penis. Hissing as a hot tongue tentatively touched the weeping slit. Any minute now he was going to fang out at the boy. Spike gasped for unneeded air as his cock was introduced to a hot cavern, his pale hands intertwining with Samuels’s thick hair. Unable to stop himself, the vampire started to pump in and out of the eager boy's mouth. It had just been way too long for the demon and he knew that he would be coming very soon. Hopefully Samuel wouldn't mind. "Mmmm. You're so cool, it's..it's weird. I like it though, maybe this room needs more heating." Little whining noises came from deep within his chest as the youth momentarily let his rock hard penis slide out of the hot mouth for a few seconds. Slowly, he felt his pupils starting to change, his fangs just dropping, prompting the vampire to close his eyes and mouth. Two hot hands were gripped around his slender hips as Spike felt the warm tongue sliding underneath and around his pale shaft. Any minute now. A little glance and he saw that Samuel had his eyes closed, deep in concentration. The hands clenching his cool flesh tightly, the demon was amazed when he felt the youths throat relax, enabling him to take Spikes penis fully into his mouth. Jesus! If he had been without his chip, he would be turning this one just for his head skills. Some men were addicted to giving head and this one was certainly skilled enough to have done it numerous times. Hips pumping back and forth in a steady rhythm, Spike could feel his balls smacking into a solid chin. Something that was drawing him closer to the edge. He was almost hypnotised by the flares of heat being thrown of the man in front of him. They were rolling off the youth in steady waves like a slightly wind whipped ocean tide. ~ Oh God! Almost there...almost..uh, oh! ~ "Mmgrt...'yes grunt'" ~ Oh, yes...yes! ~ ~Grrraaahhhhrrr!~ "Grggnt..ack.ngt!" In an instant, Spike closed his eyes, mouth open slightly as he panted with not needed breath. His hips were still slowly pumping towards Samuel, the last of his cool cum pouring down the welcoming throat. Fuck! It had just been way too long since a human or warm demon had done this to him. He was already hoping that Samuel would want another round before Xander and himself left the next evening just after sunset. The vampire felt his pants slow down as he ran his fingers slowly through the still kneeling boy's hair. Lip bitten, the demon whined as his spent cock slid out of the warm mouth. Maybe he could work on convincing Xander that sucking cock wouldn't mean he was less dominant? "Um,...that was good!" His eyes now returned to normal, Spike was somewhat annoyed by that fact that his fangs were refusing to withdraw. ~Fuck! Thought that they were all sorted out, was more worried about my sodding eyes! ~ With the unpleasant thought of another flash rendering him unconscious before he reached Xander's side, the vampire wondered if Samuel would get offended if the blonde just ran away. Spike resisted laughing at the Alaskan as he watched the youth tuck his limp penis carefully back into his boxers, gently zippering him up. "Come on, I'll walk you to the lift." Samuel stuck his head out of the door and with a quick check, he saw that the coast was clear. The lift made in what was quite possible record time, Samuel gave Spike a peck on the cheek. With a comment for the vampire to get more iron in his diet, the Alaskan stunned the demon with his next words. "Uh, Mr. LaVelle. Arrange for me to be able to blow your boyfriend before you leave tomorrow and I'll just forget that you are technically released into my care, ok?" With that, Samuel stepped back from the lift and made a comment about how he liked to provide only the best in customer service for all the Inn's guests, a wide grin plastered on his face. The lift door closing, Spike rode out the first jerk that saw it descend to the second floor. Jesus Christ! The little bastard. He should have known that there would have been more to it than just the one blowjob. Maybe they could leave before Samuel came back onto duty? But then again, Samuel could just as easily call Xander at home one night with the tale of the police station. Slowly walking down the hall towards his own room, Spike wondered just what else could go wrong in his unlife. Door quietly opened, the vampire was relieved to see Xander still curled up in bed. In what was the exact position he had been in when the vampire had left. The soft snoring reaching the demons ears, oddly it was comforting to him. With a check on the boys heart rate, Spike was finally assured that the boy was truly asleep and not faking it. He quickly shucked off his clothing. Spike needed a shower to get the little arseholes saliva off his dick. It was not something he wanted to sleep with. He was *not* going to think about Diehl or Samuel until the next morning. Thursday 15 February The Farmers Rest Inn 5.37 pm Clothes grabbed and shoved into the last bag, Spike thought over just what had occurred in the last hours. The vampire had successfully completed his first ever schooling, certificate and all. His name was printed in large fancy pitch black letters.
William Lavelle Spike had never been to school before. All his education had been provided by his thieving mentor, once turned, Angelus. He could still remember the numerous beatings he had suffered through while learning how to read and write. The only thing he wasn't too keen on, was the name Lavelle. Where the Whelp had come up with that one from, the vampire had no idea. He wasn't actually too sure what his real surname was, his mother had never told him who his father had been and it was entirely possible that she hadn't known either. When he had lived with his mother, he had been known as Blue Eyed Will. Once a thief, he had been William the Bloody Light Fingered, shortened to William the Bloody after being turned. The vampire had been using the surname given to him by the boy for a while but now seeing it in such important black lettering, he had realised that he had never bothered to wonder why that name. He was going to have to ask, it was just a little too foofy for his taste but he was sure the surname Bloody would draw more questions. With all the stress of his trip to jail, the Initiative soldier and the turd Samuel, he had been unable to come up with something for his ten minute speech. Something he had thought about while waiting for Xander to get out of the shower that morning. The boy had woken up feeling a little better, privately the vampire thought that he still looked like a poster child for South African acid spitting zombies. Nasty buggers, they were! Lots of coughing later, they were both sitting in the classroom watching Megan give her five-minute talk on rainbows and flowers, her parents beaming from ear to ear. Mark gave his talk on how to tell the difference between numerous types of salmon and trout. Spike had been unable to hide a shudder, he hated fish and nothing was going to change his mind, least of all a homophobic dickhead. Carol slowly told the group how to cook a batch of cookies that were guaranteed to turn you diabetic with all the chocolate. Finally, it had been Spikes turn after the morning break. Unable to think of a subject, he fell back onto what he knew. Demons. He had had them all spellbound as he told the group about a special Barbie like girl who was like David to the demons' Goliath. Sarah had had to eventually tell him to wrap it up as he had gone over his ten minutes. A glance at Xander and his undead heart had leapt at the look of nasally sniffling pride. Xander had been last but due to his being unable to keep up with the class, Sarah had just gotten him to recite the alphabet, sign everybody's names and a few of the courtesy phrases they had all learnt on day two. Sarah had told Xander that if he was able to video a ten minute speech and post it to her, she would send him a certificate after viewing it. It was this that silenced the protests of Mark and Carol. They had started to harp on about the unfairness of Xander getting his certificate on the basis of him not doing his speech much to the annoyance of the rest of the class. A few twiddled thumbs later and a good bye to Sarah, the two males ignored, the family had left early after being handed their certificates. Xander, Spike and Sarah had taken the opportunity to have a few drinks in the student bar on the large campus. The afternoon had been fairly pleasant, the vampire thinking that Sarah would get on like a house on fire with their group of friends back in Pennington. Eventually, Sarah said goodbye and after exchanging phone numbers with Xander, she had taken the opportunity to go home early. Spike and Xander had decided to walk the alcohol off by strolling around the various corridors, stopping to giggle at a dramatic arts class before being told to go away. They had stumbled onto the library and a whole section of shops specifically for the students so that they wouldn't have to venture into the central Fairbanks during school hours. Xander had pounced on the mobile communications shop, intent on getting the discussed beeper. Spike had wandered around the other shops aimlessly while waiting for the brunette to complete his purchase, the vampires mind on what to do about Samuel. The whole car trip back once it got dark enough for the blonde, Xander had prattled on about how to use the beeper. Spike had had numerous pieces of paper shoved at him, the vampire barely taking notice as his panic had mounted about the native Alaskan. Sure enough, as soon as they had pulled up at the Inn and had gone inside, Samuel's head had popped over the lobby desk and he had greeted them both with a hearty smile and a wink for Spike once Xander wasn't looking. Bag stuffed to the brim, Spike waited for Xander to finish his own packing before moving downstairs. Spike had a plan. Not a very good one but it was a plan nonetheless. Elevator taken, Xander leaned over and gave the vampire a soft kiss on the cheek that had the blonde grinning from ear to ear. Spike leaned in close and gave the brunettes neck a long sweep with his cool tongue, Xander moaning in delight. The vampire felt the first stirrings of his cock, something that was exciting until Xander sneezed, sniffled and grunted at the excess mucus in his throat. The two men looked at each other with matching grimaces, Xander telling the vampire that they would be taking it slow for the next few days. Nodding, Spike was in wholehearted agreement. Spike knew that he was officially virgin tight again. It was going to hurt no matter how slow Xander was going to take it and he was more than likely going to bleed and tear for the next few days. The vampire was in two minds about if he should tell the brunette. On one hand, he wanted to tell the youth so that Xander would make sure that he did take it slow and gentle but he didn't want to tell the whelp because the vampire knew that his rebounding tightness would be used against him in the future. As soon as Xander got into one of his hissy fits, especially the slow to boil ones. Needless to say, Spikes stomach was roiling at the choice. Xander took the bags from the vampire, carrying them out to the car after Spike gestured that he wanted to talk to Samuel. While up in the room, the vampire had spun a little tale that he had spent some time downstairs with Samuel while Xander had been sleeping with the flu. Xander had apologised for being sick and spoiling what could have been a fun week for them both. The bleached blonde had accepted the apology with a smile, hoping to god that the brunette never found out just how much 'fun' the vampire had had with out him. Once he was sure that Xander was occupied with the bags, Spike gave Samuel a smile and a 'come hither' look. With a sniff, Spike could smell the increasing arousal from the native Alaskan. Drawing the other male down to the furthest end of the large lobby desk, the blonde quickly wrote a note that although Xander wasn't interested, Spike would be more than happy to give the desk jockey a blow before leaving. Samuel read the words quietly. It wasn't what he wanted and just as he looked up to snap his protest, he caught sight of the pale mans face. Spike let his fangs drop and his pupils change as soon as Samuel lowered his head to read the note. He was hoping that the look of his demon eyes and the glint of his fangs would be enough to scare the man into keeping his mouth shut. His chip shouldn't go off, as he technically wasn't hurting anyone, and really not even threatening anyone. As far as his chip should be concerned, the vampire was letting his demon out for just a little moment. Another sniff and the bleached blonde could smell the arousal come to an abrupt halt, the aroma of terror quickly filling the lobby. He smiled widely so that Samuel could see his razor sharp fangs. Placing a finger across his lips, the vampire gently shook his head as the other man opened his mouth to scream. Spike heard the desk jockey's jaw snap shut, Samuel nodded vigorously at the blonde’s gesture. Writing a note telling the other man to forget about the jail incident, Spike felt his knees go weak as Samuel continued to nod his head. Spike gently patted at the other man's shoulder, ignoring the flinch of the slender shoulders. Thank god that he had at least some of his game face back! Now all he had to worry about was the Initiative soldier finding him. Spike and Xander’s cabin in Pennington Friday, 16 February 10.43pm ~ Mmmmmm, right there! very nice Pet, please keeeeeep gooooiiinnng...ahhhhhhh ~ The scent of chocolate wafted through the warm cabin as the vampire lay on his stomach, his head supported upon his crossed arms. His half erect cock was being thoroughly mashed into the rumpled comforter beneath him, but for the moment Spike couldn't have given a toss. He was in heaven. "Is that nice? Do you want me to go harder?" ~ Jesus Whelp, this is bloody perfect! ~ Large warm hands stroked slowly up and down the pale back, tracing the firm muscles that rippled just below the silky surface. Long sweeping strokes that started from the vampires nape, gently touching each vertebra as the oily hands reached the final destination of the perfect buttocks. The ripe flesh given total dedication for a few minutes, Xander shuffled himself backwards, ending up between the firm pale thighs. "You do know that I'm going to have to lick this off you don't you?" At the vampires strangled moan, Xander snickered, pouring a generous amount of chocolate massage oil over the blondes left thigh. He barely managed to catch the dripping lotion before it greeted the comforter, using both hands to work the oil down to the twitching knee. Firmer sweeping motions interwoven with occasional rolls of the pale flesh, Xander started on the slim calf muscles, ending up giving the sole of the foot a few feathery touches as Spike proved to be ticklish. Laughing, the brunette turned to give the other leg the same treatment. ~ Xannndderrr...soooo goooood! Love you ~ "I'm proud of you Spike, you did really well. I'm going to get the certificate framed after I send a copy to Willow and Tara." Xander really was proud of the vampire. The blonde had put aside his fears, his resentment and embarrassment of being unable to speak and had put all his efforts into the course. The youth was still feeling guilty that he hadn't been able to keep up with the class. He knew how much it must have bored the vampire to potter around the Inn while Xander was in bed after each day at school. Xander was just thankful that boredom hadn't gotten Spike into any trouble. Anyway, the bleached blonde had been quite helpful a few times, carrying the youth into the bathroom when necessary. The massage was a small thank you, the chocolate massage oil however was a big bonus. Hearing the vampire trying to smother his giggles as Xander reached the right foot, the brunette told the vampire to turn onto his front. Xander knelt back onto his feet, positioned in-between the blondes thighs. Annoyance settled over the youth as he saw the struggle it was for the vampire to relax in that position. He had apologised for the attack, he shouldn't have to do it again. Xander watched as Spike’s expression went from pure fear to defiance, finally settling on uneasy acceptance. It was a start, hopefully with enough time, Spike would smile willingly whenever Xander wanted the traditional missionary position, something that the youth was determined to enjoy again. "X.a.n.d.e.r." Xander was captivated by the way the long fingers made the intricate letterings for his name, the former annoyance sliding away as he realised something. From memory, it was the first time that the vampire had ever used his real name, the two toned grunt not even being considered anymore. Softly he whispered, "Again." "X.a.n.d.e.r." With a hand reached out, the brunette lightly touched the cool fingers as his name was spelt out, letter by letter. Spikes blue eyes were wide as he heard the heartbeat accelerate. The youths fingers felt like they were scorching his own as they ran over the vampires hands as he was signing his claimant’s name. The position was unsettling but he wasn't really paying attention as he took in the brunettes flushed face, the youths breathing getting a little heavier. ~ Sodding heck! The whelp is kinky for this signing shit! Strike me speechless, no..wait. That’s already been done ~ "C.l.a.i.m.a.n.t." "Jesus Spike, say my name again. Say it in full." ~Whoa...I think this is new uncharted territory for kinkdom, not that I'm complaining. As long as he fucks me in a different position that is. ~ With a grin at the brunette, he moaned only a second later as a large warm hand encircled his hard cock. Eyes closed for just a moment, Spike snapped them open again at his claimants request, surprised to see that Xander had his other hand firmly around his own thick penis. Allowing his hips to thrust lightly up into Xander’s hand, the vampire racked his brains for the right sign for 'H'. Once found, he started the request. "X.a.n.d.e.r H.a.r.r.i.s." The speed picked up on the handjob, Spike couldn't help but wonder if Xander would jump him in the supermarket or out shopping each time the vampire signed. After a thought, the vampire was sure it was going to be a good thing. Eyes yellowing, Spike felt his fangs drop as the youth thumbed over the vampires weeping slit, using the pre-cum to lubricate the shaft. "Alexander Lavelle Harris. Do it Spike, fucking say it!" Both males were panting as Xander kept a firm grip on their respective cocks, his hands pumping as steady identical rhythm. "A.l.e.x.a.n.d.e.r L.a.v.e.l.l.e H.a.r.r.i.s." "Mmmmm. You’re talking to me..using my name, your hands...your face. Fucking beautiful." ~ So that's were the name came from. I really am his, he wouldn't give me his name if he didn't want me. ~ Harder and faster, the firming grip on his cock was driving Spike close to the edge and from the smell, Xander was just about to come. The vampire whined as the brunette let go of his cock, only to gasp as he found that the whelp had gotten more massage oil. The feeling was divine, his sensitive balls being touched every now and again by Xander’s large fingertips. "Who do..do you b.belong to?" "Y.o.u." With a roar, Xander shot over Spike’s groin, both his hands and the vampire’s penis. As soon as he felt the warm cum coat his cock, Spike sliced his tongue on one of his fangs, letting the taste of his own blood tip him over the edge. Grunting as the brunette slowed down his actions, Spike found himself hauled up so that he was sitting opposite Xander. Gently, the vampire was kissed, a warm tongue probing inside his cooler mouth. ~ Well, if the signing turns him on so bloody much then its safe to assume no more broken fingers in the future. ~ Xander broke the long kiss, gasping slightly for breath. The sheer beauty of the language had been overwhelming. He liked it, he liked it a *lot*. It was just pure artistry. Finally, he was able to understand and speak a language. Pulling away from the vampire for a moment, he slowly did his own signing. "S.p.i.k.e." Rewarded with a hungry kiss, the two sated males sank down on the mattress, experimenting with various signs into the early hours of the morning. Laying spooned against each other, they succumbed to sleep, oblivious to the spilt massage oil leaking into the mattress. Monday, 19 February, 9.35 am After having racked his brains for pretty much the whole morning since waking up, Spike knew that the only person able to help him was Lukas. The blonde vampire was still a little hesitant to ask the Kava demon, especially after the larger man had been so nosy regarding Spikes relationship with Xander. Walking in the darkness towards the Post Office, he was unsure of how to ask for the other demons help. He really had no choice anyway. The bleached blonde needed a social security number, a birth certificate, and a life’s history background. Why? Simple really, he needed to get a current drivers licence, and the birth certificate and social security number were mandatory when applying. The other thing he needed was a lawyer experienced in dealing with demons, someone that the Fijian was sure to know. If not Lukas, then the vampire’s employers would know someone. He just wanted this thing over and done with. The sooner it was dealt with, then the less chance of Xander ever finding out. A hiss escaped him as he stumbled over a hidden tree root, the protesting muscles in his anus making themselves known. After a whole week of non-penetration sex, he had been virgin tight again, Xander ripping and tearing Spike as he had sunk slowly into a trembling vampire. The vampire had eventually told his Claimant about his rebounding virginity on the previous Saturday morning, just as Xander started to loosen the blonde up. Xander had been puzzled as to why the vampire wasn't loosening up as usual. The brunette had been shocked at the very thought, and true to his word, the youth had taken the vampire as slowly as possible. Spike had clenched his teeth, trying not to let any of the small whimpers of pain get loud enough for the boy to hear. As soon as Xander had started to batter his way into the vampire, he had torn, each thrust ripping at his insides. Something that would continue until he was once again used to being sodomized. The brunette had gently wiped at the blood and cum that had coated the white thighs, dabbing tentatively at the bruised anus with a warm washcloth, the vampire trying to hold back his tears as he knew that Xander would get angry if he caught the vampire crying. Spike had given the boy a blowjob as had been demanded after an hour, Xander giving him a brief respite. Later that night, the bleached blonde acknowledged that he had made the right decision not to tell the youth of how Angelus used to punish his youngest Childe, holding back from having sex with him until a week or more had gone by, then brutally raping the newly virginal flesh in the cruellest and hardest possible ways. He loved Xander with all that he was capable of, but it didn't mean that he trusted the brunette and deep down, he knew that one day the youth would certainly follow Angelus' footsteps. The vampire knew that the boy liked to give it rough but if Xander waited until the blonde was used to it again, then he would be happy. The Post Office looming in the distance, Spike found himself looking forward to seeing the other demon again. Lukas may be nosy but he was a fellow demon, someone who understood the intricacies of living amongst unsuspecting humans. As much as Spike liked his bosses, ultimately that was what they were, his financial superiors. Fellow demons as well but Spike and the owners of the Chinese restaurant were divided by employer and employee relations. Spike couldn't risk pissing them off during a drunken socialising and losing his job, he needed it more than ever now. Feet wiped at the 'Welcome' mat, the vampire snickered. Even some demons didn't know about all aspects of vampire lore. Door pushed open, Spike walked to the counter and rang the brass bell. While waiting for the Kava demon, the blonde wondered just how much this was going to cost him and what he would have to do if money wasn't the answer. "Hey Spike, good to see you. How was the course, you like Fairbanks? Want a beer or blood?" "L.u.k.s.s.....L.u.k.a.s." Frowning a little at his mistake, the vampire nevertheless got it right on the second attempt. He smiled widely as the demon correctly guessed that it was his own name that had just been signed. Arm grabbed, the vampire found himself being dragged towards the steps leading down to the large walk in fridge. Lukas babbled about what Steph had ended up calling her baby girl as he got out an assortment of blood bags. Moose, caribou, cow and something new. Taking a look at the light pink blood filling one of the bags, Spike arched his eyebrow at the taller man. "Go on, taste it. I want your opinion, go on...don't be such a wuss." ~ It poisons me and I'll bloody well make sure that the last thing I do is rip your brains from your head via your sodding toenails ~ Spike gave the fellow demon a smile, wondering just what could produce such pale blood and not really sure if he should take the challenge. Only a second later, he thought that any free blood was good blood. A small tear in one corner of the thick plastic and the vampire took a whiff. ~ Never smelt that before, wonder what it is? ~ Actually that was a lie, he had smelt something very similar a few times before but he couldn't place where he knew it from, but he was sure that it was some sort of animal blood and not demon as he had first suspected. The bag given a roll in his hand, careful not to spill any out of the small slit, he was wary as he saw how thin the liquid looked. "It won't hurt you, won't bite either. Its pretty much karked it." ~ Fuck off smart arse, it just looks really...um, what’s the word that Red uses...'icky'. ~ Bag held up to his mouth, Spike took a small sip. The fluid rolled around his mouth, the flavour strange but not entirely unpleasant even with it being cold. Another larger sip and he found himself surprised at how nicely the bloods flavour settled down. It was nice, it was cold but it was nice. A few gulps later and the blood was finished, the vampire patting his full stomach. "You like it?" At Spikes nod, the Kava demon happily told the vampire that it was salmon blood, mixed together with a little bit of cod blood. A second later, the vampire was running to the toilet, Lukas feeling a little confused, slowly followed. Shoulders shrugged at the retching sounds from the bathroom, Lukas proceed to wander down to the kitchen. Two beers gotten out, he popped the caps off both as he waited for the vampire to make his appearance. Mouth wiped, the vampire now knew how the Whelp had felt after discovering what the Eskimo Ice-cream was made up of. He felt a flood of sympathy go towards the youth, it wasn't nice to discover something you like was ultimately made from truly vile things. He hated fish. All types of fish, the only ones he had a grudging respect for were the Great White Shark and piranha. Good kick arse fish. Cod liver oil, that was where he had placed it from, his mother had forced the occasional large spoonful down his throat as a child, supposedly preventing some sort of cough or cold. Another wipe with the toilet tissue, Spike flushed the remains of his breakfast. Hands washed, he ventured into the kitchen. "I thought you liked it? Too thin, does it need bulking up?" ~ Gack! Its nice to taste but the reality of what it is will never convince me to take another sip. ~ Writing it down for Lukas to read, he wasn't amused when the other demon told him that the mixture was what Rhonda had come up with for a summer supplement. Apparently the other vampire was going to send a few of her minions up before summer started so that they could get her houses ready for when she came down in the next winter. ~ Ello, looks like next winter will be a lay low. Me and the Whelp staying right out of the way. ~ Tuned back into what the demon was saying, he was surprised to find that the fish blood supposedly took the edge off the summer grogginess. At his question, Spike was told that Rhonda had been working on something to help with the problem of 'vampire summer hibernation' for as long as she had been vacationing in Alaska. She was continually annoyed that her minions couldn't function properly during summer if left alone in Alaska. With a nod, he agreed with Lukas that it would be good to find something that wouldn't make him continually groggy through the up and coming season. He listened to the other demon describe how last year, Rhonda had sent a month old minion, accompanied by one of her oldest, to Anchorage for the summer with the direct instructions of the new minion only to have the fish mixture with the older one having both human and the fish mixture. After hearing the reports, Rhonda had been happy to tell Lukas that although the minion was stupid anyway, it had still been groggy but no where as near as any others that had been subjected to the Alaskan summer. The older minion had apparently also been greatly improved. ~ So, still not keen on the idea of fish, no matter how nice it is. ~ With a sip of his beer, the vampire gestured towards the living room, letting Lukas lead the way. Spike ended up staying through the still brief sunny period, leaving just as it started to get dark. Around 4 pm. Walking home, he was pleased everything had gone so well. In two weeks, he would have a current birth certificate, a driver’s licence and a meeting with a lawyer at the Post Office. He had ended up laughing with Lukas as he had told the other demon of his escapades while staying in Fairbanks, looking at it now, he could laugh about his arrest. He had however valiantly *not* thought about the abusive ex-soldier. When Diehl was going to crop up again, and no doubt he would, was anybody’s guess. What Spike was going to do when Diehl made his move, he really didn't know. The vampire just hoped that nothing of his arrest got back to the Slayer, she would tell Red and Mousegirl who would then squeal it down the phone to Xander. Hello broken bones! His stomach beginning to twist at the mere thought, Spike picked up his pace, wondering if a few Mylanta tablets would soothe his stomach. 21 Wednesday 2001 5.32 pm "I can't fucking believe it! Can you?" Pacing up and down, the tall brunette was gesturing madly to the smaller blond who was nestled into the couch. Head shaken at the question, Spike sat quietly as his Claimant rode out his anger. "I mean, after all the complaints about him you would think that they wouldn't renew his contract again, but apparently there isn't enough people employed by the company for them to let go of such a, and I quote, 'valuable and experienced staff member'." A resounding snort ricocheted around the room as the blond vampire realised just what he was hearing. Stan, the troublemaker of Xander's work crew, was staying. His contract had just been renewed for another two years, which meant the brunette would be coming home in a bad mood at least once a week. Even after the younger man had laid into Stan at Mac's party, the older Alaskan still baited Xander, making homophobic comments at every opportunity. Since coming out, Xander had been somewhat supported by his workmates. As long as the brunette didn't get any ideas about touching one of them, then they were pretty much alright about it. Stan, however, continued to try and get a few of the more narrow-minded ones to stir up some trouble with the youth, Mac and Josesse putting a stop to any trouble straight away. Unfortunately, that only led to Stan commenting about Xander being favoured by the crew boss, creating even more tension between the two men. Spike hoped that the angrily pacing youth would continue to try and ignore the comments that were directed daily towards him. "And you know what? That fuckhead had the nerve to come up to me and tell me that because I had been *blowing* both Mac and Josesse, I couldn't have been that good because he was still staying. Apparently, my *Master Plan* of getting him fired by sucking up to the boss hadn't worked." ~ Bloody fuck! I'm with you Pet. Wish I had this sodding chip out, the prick wouldn't be a problem then. Few hours torture and things would be fine again ~ The vampire rubbed at his tingling scalp as the chip reacted to his thoughts. Not much pain, just a sharp slap above both ears, slowly disintegrating into a dull throbbing. It would go away in a few minutes, just one of the usual warnings from the chip. A deep purring echoed from the sleepy kitten curled up into his lap, Spike gently tweaking her whiskers. "I don't think I can cope with another two years of him constantly hounding me. When my contract is up, I'm gonna seriously think about transferring to Anchorage or right down to Juneau." Hand freezing in mid tweak, the smaller male was stunned as Xander flopped down onto the couch beside him, a warm hand resting upon his cooler thigh next to Twatcat. ~ But I don't want to move...I mean, it's Alaska, and it's always going to be a backwater interbred wanker State, but for the first time since this bloody chip and the crypt incident, I've got some sort of life ~ "S.u.r.e..p.e.t" Rewarded with a deep, hot kiss, Spike moaned into his claimant's mouth as a protesting feline was pushed off his lap. The sudden coolness left by the kitten was quickly dismissed as Xander lay back along the couch, dragging the blond on top of him. The vampire smiled widely as he snuggled into the youth's warmth, his whole front feeling like he was lying on top of an electric blanket. Xander wrapped his arms around the smaller demon, decorating the pale face with delicate kisses as he tried to keep his mind off the totally unwanted news. One hand making soothing circles on cool flesh, Xander allowed his mind to wander back to earlier on that day. As soon as he had gotten into work, he had known something was wrong. Both Josesse and Mac had called him over, and for a brief instant he had thought he was about to be fired. Once in the portable office, he had been stunned at first upon hearing the news. He and the vampire had both been counting down the days until Stan left the company, neither of them being able to stand the native Alaskan. The two other men had explained the situation as calmly as possible and Xander had come to see it from the company's point of view. It was true, there wasn't enough skilled staff that wanted to stay with the company. The youth had quickly come to the same conclusion as the rest of his workmates. The men and women who came for two or three weeks at a time to work with the company, trying to experience the wilds of Alaska, were more annoying than helpful. He really couldn't blame the company for wanting to hang onto one of its longest-working employees. Josesse had calmed the furious brunette by telling him that Mac was looking into getting Stan swapped with another employee from one of the company's other branches, but so far it didn't look like a viable option. Upon leaving the office he had had to restrain himself from beating a smirking Stan into a deep coma. As bad as the other man was, he had never made a single comment about Spike since the party at Mac's place after Xander had made it patently obvious that he would tolerate no-one touching or picking on the smaller blond. Xander however, was just waiting for the one little slipped comment that would justify his beating of Stan again. With a giggle, he snapped back into the present as he found his neck being gently sucked on by a cool set of lips. The vampire's soft hair was tickling his chin, the small hands slowly creeping under his workshirt. "Shower?" "Y.e.s..n.i.c.e..s.h.a.g?" ~ Yeah pet, want a good shag in there as well, a hard wank too! ~ "Yes Spike, a shag as well." Hauled up, Xander laughed, feeling some of the previous tension slip away as he followed a leering blond into the cooler bathroom. Both men stripped off, their clothes thrown to the floor in a colourful display. Water turned on, Spike was helped into the pounding water, Xander grinding against the smaller man's backside with an achingly hard cock. Clasping the vampire tightly to his chest, the brunette rubbed his shaft between the perfectly formed buttocks, eliciting moans from them both. Fumbling with the ever-present lube, Spike flipped open the lid, pouring a small amount into his pale hand. One hand reached around behind him, the vampire ran his lubed fingers slowly up and down the hot, thick shaft, grinning as Xander let his head thump down onto his shoulder. Once he was satisfied that his Claimant's cock was well prepared, he poured some more lube into his hand before starting his own preparation. With a grunt, he allowed Xander to take over for him, groaning as he felt a large finger brush against his prostate. Xander gritted his teeth as he pulled his last finger from the tight, cool channel of his Adored. One last rub of his cock against the pale rosebud, he pushed firmly into the resisting flesh. With short, firm, thrusts, he soon found himself embedded to the hilt, panting with the effort of trying not to go too hard. He didn't want to hurt the vampire just yet, not until Spike was used to being fucked again. Just listening to the almost whispered grunts set his heart racing again, encouraging him to start a slow rocking. Moving to meet every thrust into him, the blond braced himself against the shower wall, eyes rolling as he felt the thick organ pulsing steadily inside of him. He could hear the whelp's heartbeat grow faster at each little whimper the vampire emitted. With each thrust, he could feel the pressure increasing, his own hard cock being ignored. A hand reached down, he grasped his shaft in a firm hold, using the warm water for lubrication. Timing his fisting with Xander's thrusts, the two men set up a comfortable routine, each one enjoying the time out from the worries of the outer world. Almost there, the brunette reaffirmed his grip on the slender white hips, his fingers indenting the pale flesh. Another thrust and Xander watched as the vampire came into the corner of the shower, signalling that it was time for his own release. Muffling his guttural grunts into the crook of the blond's neck, the youth held the smaller man still as he flooded the cool channel with his seed. Upon pulling out, he gently turned the vampire to face him, leaning down to nibble at the cool lips. Arms wrapped around each other, the two men enjoying the mutual comfort being offered. 23 Friday 2001 8.52 pm Eyes downcast to the dirty concrete, Spike fiddled nervously with the dangling string of his apron. Nodding to the quiet words, he agreed to the terms the other man was telling him. At each pause, the vampire nodded harder, swallowing in fear. Stomach twisting, he wondered just how Diehl had found out where he worked. Everything had been fine since returning from Fairbanks. Xander still didn't know about his arrest, Lukas had gotten the ball rolling on the vampires drivers licence and birth certificate and Spike had finally thought of what to get Xander for his up and coming birthday. Off to work he had toddled earlier that afternoon, walking as usual. The cold not really getting to him even though he did feel it, thankful for the thick jacket Joyce had shamed the others into buying for him. Work had been great, one of the lower kitchen hands showing him how to carve onion flowers and carrot dragons for decoration. Everything had been fine up until a few minutes ago. Helen had answered a knock at the back door, calling Spike over after a few sharp words to the concealed person. With his senses clogged with numerous heated aromas, he hadn't really picked up the visitors scent until a few steps away and then it had been too late. A large hand had reached out and grabbed him, dragging him from the safety of the kitchen and into the cold air. The door had been firmly closed, leaving the vampire pressed against the restaurant wall. Diehl had spat at him, slapping at the vampire as he had reached up to wipe at the spittle making its slow way down his face. After being told not to move, Spike had allowed it to continue its journey, listening to the other man threaten Xander's life if the vampire didn't co-operate. How Diehl knew Xander was his boyfriend, he really didn't know but he did know that the ex-Initiative soldier was deadly serious about his threats. The vampire had known the other man was going to be a problem sooner or later but had been praying for later. Unfortunately life wasn't that kind. Now he was wishing Xander would put in for a transfer, maybe he could talk to him tonight? A punch to the stomach brought him back to reality, Spike sucking in a lungful of unneeded air as his brutalized muscles protested. "You fucking listen to me when I speak to you Bitch. You do as I say and no harm will come to that faggot you live with, got me?" Head nodded vigorously, Spike wished for divine intervention of some sort. All he wanted to do was go inside and finish the onions he had started on. "I'll be at your place next Friday. Don't fucking disappoint me, be there when I arrive or....." Spike was nodding so hard and fast, he thought his head would fall off. He was going to be there. If that was what Diehl wanted, then he would be waiting. The demon was horrified by what the other man was suggesting, worried about how he had let the last sentence trail off, not even bothering with another threat. That the ex-soldier knew just how to play him. The vampire sniffed, his tears continuing to roll down his cheeks. He was scared, it was something he couldn’t deny. "Don't cry Sweetheart, you won't have to do much, I promise." Almost tenderly, the ex-soldier held the blonde's chin up, forcing the vampire to drop his eyes lower. Trembling in fright, Spike wished the other man would just rape or beat him, anything for it to be over. The taller man dropped an unexpected kiss on the vampires forehead, stunning the panting demon. "See you next week, Bitch." Chin released, Spike wobbled to the ground as Diehl strode away to his awaiting car. Rubbing furiously at his forehead, he waited a few minutes before trying to stand again. Why did everything have to stuff up on him? Were his previous crimes really so bad that fate had it in for him? Eyes wiped, the vampire slowly rose once he saw the ex-soldiers car disappear from view. He was frightened of what the other man had promised to inflict upon Xander if the demon didn't co-operate. Bodily harm, beatings and even a gang rape, much like Spikes own. It was that threat that had made the demon choke, gagging on the rising bile. The one that had made him the most frightened had been the threat to tell Xander about his escapades in Fairbanks. It had been a truly sobering moment when the demon had realised that he was more scared of copping the brunt of Xander's temper than he was of the ex-Iniative soldier. It was this that led him to his descion. He was going to have to find a way to dispose of the soldier before next Friday. There was not a chance in hell that he wanted to tell Xander about Diehl, not with the whole stress about Stan. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to see a way out other than to tell Xander the truth about Diehl and his involvement in the crypt incident. Diehl was the one solder that Spike officially was an Adored to. The taller man was the first one to cum on the vampires face, completing the claiming ritual. A forced sexual encounter followed by the humiliation of having his face covered in cum. It was a horrifyingly simple ritual. One would think that demons could come up with a more complicated ritual for picking sexual slaves amongst their own species but obviously not. When vampires initiated it, the Claimant usually broke enough bones to ensure the intended Adored was unable to resist much, pretty much like his own claiming in the crypt. After the initial claim, the Adoreds were usually 'claimed' again before the five year period was over unless the Claimant got tired of them and let them go. The vampire was sure that once Xander found out who the previously unnamed soldier was, the younger brunette was going to go mental. Hopefully, the younger male would find out how to get rid of the soldier. Something that Spike had faith in. |
