Part 9
Spike had his arm halfway through his duster when he heard a voice swear in the hallway. Another swear as something made a thump against the wall. The voice sounded familiar. He rushed out the door, to find Xander slumped over.
"Xander?" Spike could not hide the worry from his voice. He hesitantly put his hand on Xander's shoulder.
Xander dazedly looked up. "You know I would've called. You know, to tell you where I was. But I didn't have your number. And I wasn't going to go back to the office, because I think Roger was the one who did this anyway. And I don't have the equipment, and now I don't know what to do about the Garv…Garvs. I really don't like it when the world spins faster. And I'm not sure…" Xander swayed forward.
Spike wrapped both arms around the man, tugging him close. He carried Xander into the apartment. Gently setting him on the couch, Spike went to gather supplies for the nasty cut on the back of Xander's head.
Allowing tiny growls to escape, he brought the supplies over to Xander.
"Why are you growling? You know that hurts my throat? I can't growl. It just doesn't work. And did you know…."
While Xander continued talking about his trachea and how vampires could growl "the proper way", Spike prodded the gash in the back of the boy's head. No wonder he's off his rocker, Spike thought. The gash was at least three inches long, and at least a centimeter wide. Amazed the young man's skull wasn't cracked and still leaking, Spike set to work.
The realization hit Spike that the wound had been there since morning. He now could no longer fight the growing volume of his growling. Thoughts of vengeance against whomever had hurt his Xander were consuming Spike. Even as he gently cleaned and patched the abrasion, he thought of ways to torture someone without setting the chip off. Indirect violence was just as good as direct violence, especially when it was the only option.
Shaking his head, knowing that he would accidentally directly partake in the violence going on in his head, Spike turned his thoughts completely to repairing the young man's injury.
The smell of fresh blood hit Spike like a wave. He fought to control his game face. He had shifted the scab, and fresh blood had begun seeping out and had started flowing through Xander's hair.
"…the manilla envelope. And Spike why are you whimpering? Where did the growling go? I didn't know you could whimper. Growling I knew, but whimpering doesn't seem like a Spike thing to do. Even if you were in a really good kiss or something, even then I don't know if you could whimper. Why are you whimpering?"
Spike removed his fingers from the man's hair as Xander turned to look at him with glazed, but questioning eyes.
Spike's eyes flickered to the wound, which was blessedly scabbing over again, and back to Xander's eyes. The image of having Xander in a really good kiss made a moan escape from his lips.
Xander's eyes widened, and he looked down. "It must be bleeding again. You know you can taste it if you want. Free dessert and all. Although you licking or sucking on my head is not really something I'm capable of dealing with right now. I don't like bleeding in vast amounts. Makes me too talkative. Isn't there something healing about a vampire tongue or something? Is that something I'm making up just so that you can start licking me?"
Spike shivered. Xander was asking him, Spike, the hated vampire, to lick his head?
Spike's mouth dropped as he thought about licking Xander's head, but probably not the one the young man was talking about.
Spike sat down to collect himself. The images of a prone and begging Xander as Spike took the young man's length into his mouth.
"Spike? Why are you sitting down? Oh God. I must be at Death's door. I wonder if you need an invite? Or is that only for vampires? You know I don't really get along with vampires. This one time…"
Xander's ramblings were enough to snap Spike from his thoughts. To listen to the boy talk about his early days with Buffy, especially of Xander's crush on the Slayer, were definitely enough to quiet Spike's libido. He stood back up and finished tending the wound, willing himself to block the boy's words from his ears.
Ten minutes later, Spike had a sizeable bandage firmly in place on Xander's cut. Giving Xander a glass of water, Spike sat down in his chair.
Xander looked over at him with clearer eyes. "Thanks, Spike. I really appreciate the patching up."
Spike nodded. "How did that happen? You say you think Roger did it?"
Xander's eyes narrowed in thought. "Yeah. I had just left the office after meeting with Pete, and Roger was acting wiggy. I started out for the equipment shed, and then I get knocked out. And I was down for the count. I woke up in a parking lot about twenty minutes from here. There were no cars or anything, just those white lines that mark the spaces. Since I know the town like the back of my hand after all the bug runs, and I had full use of my body, it only took me two hours to get here." Xander smiled weakly.
Spike leaned forward and put his hand on Xander's knee. "It's all gonna work out." Spike displayed a little smile, but on the inside he was shrinking back in horror at his actions. This is NOT the way to act around humans, Spike thought. Even humans you want to shag and cuddle and lick and hold. Spike sighed. He, with Xander's help, would get to the bottom of what was going on.
TBC...
Spike had his arm halfway through his duster when he heard a voice swear in the hallway. Another swear as something made a thump against the wall. The voice sounded familiar. He rushed out the door, to find Xander slumped over.
"Xander?" Spike could not hide the worry from his voice. He hesitantly put his hand on Xander's shoulder.
Xander dazedly looked up. "You know I would've called. You know, to tell you where I was. But I didn't have your number. And I wasn't going to go back to the office, because I think Roger was the one who did this anyway. And I don't have the equipment, and now I don't know what to do about the Garv…Garvs. I really don't like it when the world spins faster. And I'm not sure…" Xander swayed forward.
Spike wrapped both arms around the man, tugging him close. He carried Xander into the apartment. Gently setting him on the couch, Spike went to gather supplies for the nasty cut on the back of Xander's head.
Allowing tiny growls to escape, he brought the supplies over to Xander.
"Why are you growling? You know that hurts my throat? I can't growl. It just doesn't work. And did you know…."
While Xander continued talking about his trachea and how vampires could growl "the proper way", Spike prodded the gash in the back of the boy's head. No wonder he's off his rocker, Spike thought. The gash was at least three inches long, and at least a centimeter wide. Amazed the young man's skull wasn't cracked and still leaking, Spike set to work.
The realization hit Spike that the wound had been there since morning. He now could no longer fight the growing volume of his growling. Thoughts of vengeance against whomever had hurt his Xander were consuming Spike. Even as he gently cleaned and patched the abrasion, he thought of ways to torture someone without setting the chip off. Indirect violence was just as good as direct violence, especially when it was the only option.
Shaking his head, knowing that he would accidentally directly partake in the violence going on in his head, Spike turned his thoughts completely to repairing the young man's injury.
The smell of fresh blood hit Spike like a wave. He fought to control his game face. He had shifted the scab, and fresh blood had begun seeping out and had started flowing through Xander's hair.
"…the manilla envelope. And Spike why are you whimpering? Where did the growling go? I didn't know you could whimper. Growling I knew, but whimpering doesn't seem like a Spike thing to do. Even if you were in a really good kiss or something, even then I don't know if you could whimper. Why are you whimpering?"
Spike removed his fingers from the man's hair as Xander turned to look at him with glazed, but questioning eyes.
Spike's eyes flickered to the wound, which was blessedly scabbing over again, and back to Xander's eyes. The image of having Xander in a really good kiss made a moan escape from his lips.
Xander's eyes widened, and he looked down. "It must be bleeding again. You know you can taste it if you want. Free dessert and all. Although you licking or sucking on my head is not really something I'm capable of dealing with right now. I don't like bleeding in vast amounts. Makes me too talkative. Isn't there something healing about a vampire tongue or something? Is that something I'm making up just so that you can start licking me?"
Spike shivered. Xander was asking him, Spike, the hated vampire, to lick his head?
Spike's mouth dropped as he thought about licking Xander's head, but probably not the one the young man was talking about.
Spike sat down to collect himself. The images of a prone and begging Xander as Spike took the young man's length into his mouth.
"Spike? Why are you sitting down? Oh God. I must be at Death's door. I wonder if you need an invite? Or is that only for vampires? You know I don't really get along with vampires. This one time…"
Xander's ramblings were enough to snap Spike from his thoughts. To listen to the boy talk about his early days with Buffy, especially of Xander's crush on the Slayer, were definitely enough to quiet Spike's libido. He stood back up and finished tending the wound, willing himself to block the boy's words from his ears.
Ten minutes later, Spike had a sizeable bandage firmly in place on Xander's cut. Giving Xander a glass of water, Spike sat down in his chair.
Xander looked over at him with clearer eyes. "Thanks, Spike. I really appreciate the patching up."
Spike nodded. "How did that happen? You say you think Roger did it?"
Xander's eyes narrowed in thought. "Yeah. I had just left the office after meeting with Pete, and Roger was acting wiggy. I started out for the equipment shed, and then I get knocked out. And I was down for the count. I woke up in a parking lot about twenty minutes from here. There were no cars or anything, just those white lines that mark the spaces. Since I know the town like the back of my hand after all the bug runs, and I had full use of my body, it only took me two hours to get here." Xander smiled weakly.
Spike leaned forward and put his hand on Xander's knee. "It's all gonna work out." Spike displayed a little smile, but on the inside he was shrinking back in horror at his actions. This is NOT the way to act around humans, Spike thought. Even humans you want to shag and cuddle and lick and hold. Spike sighed. He, with Xander's help, would get to the bottom of what was going on.
TBC...