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hanging out at the bar, staying until it was time to do their nightly patrol and walking him to Tomas’s
and Sinjin’s place after.
/It’s almost like he’s been guarding me./
/Oh Gods and Goddesses, did I just think in the possessive tense about Spike?!/
/Shit fire and save the matches./
/Well, bloody buggering hell!/
He examined his confused feelings as he continued toward Sanctuarie.
/Lately I’ve been having the strangest feelings around that vamp. The strange dizzy spells and the wild
emotions going on. I’ve been up and down like a demented clown on a roller coaster./
The thing was Spike was good company, really good company. He was smart, college smart, even
though he hid it behind the snarky cockney persona he projected like a shield. His pithy comments
about things were most often right on the money.
He’d invited Spike to Tomas’s and Sinjin’s place to watch movies many times over the summer, the
four of them had lounged on the sofa and watched monster movies drinking beer and eating junk food,
poking fun and laughing at the pitiful monsters and the idiot victims.
He let a silly little grin cross his face.
Spike really liked the Alien movies. It was one of the few series of movies that he hadn’t made fun of,
though he did comment that humans had a habit of inviting in the things that want to eat them. Spike
had practically turned himself inside out laughing at Underworld, Interview with a Vampire and
Queen of the Damned, though he growled at Blade. They had watched action movies, with lots of
blood and guts and blowing up of cars and buildings. Spike really liked those too.
Sinjin and Tomas liked Spike. They treated him like a person. They didn’t put him down and threaten
him at every turn. Watching Tomas and Sinjin interact with Spike had made him feel ashamed of
himself for the way he had treated the vamp in the past. They had been instrumental in changing his
feelings. The change had happened so gradually that Xander was surprised by the first stirrings of
affection for Spike.
The lust however hit him from out of nowhere like a runaway freight train.
/Yeah, way different relationship. He’d blow a British head gasket if he caught me checking him out.
And isn’t that supposed to be pinging my Hellmouth radar like crazy, lusting after the evil undead?
But, damn, he’s a hot commodity, and has an ass that just begs to be groped, undead or not. He’s got
some kind of sensual energy that’s just been sucking me in. Every time I’m around him it’s like a
buzzing that gets right under my skin . And don’t I have the sweating down pat? Jesus H Christ but
when he changes to game face I just wanna jump him and fuck the undead to a deader death. Yep, I’d
give him a stake alright. Yep, and wouldn’t he scream and run if I said c’mere, Spiiikey, I wanna suck
your fangs and lick your ridges? Oh, yeah! I’ve got a stake right heeerrree with your name on it./
Xander paused for a moment as fire seemed to sweep his body from head to heel, burning him up from
the inside out. His vision blurred for a moment and he came to a swaying halt in the middle of the
sidewalk in sight of Sanctuarie. He needed to talk to Tomas and Sinjin about this.
Increasingly as he neared his birthday he had been feeling out of sorts. He had frequent dizzy spells
and blurred vision. He had an itching crawling sensation under his skin that at times threatened to
drive him insane, and it just got worse around Spike. His abdomen had been tender and so had his
groin and he felt like his organs were shifting around and it had been quite painful recently. He’d
found himself irritable and the mood swings from high to low and back again, were starting to frighten
him. The waves of lust like he was currently experiencing were so intense and like nothing he had ever
felt before. Not for anyone. Just Spike. His dick was so hard he could use it for a wrecking ball. He felt
as unreal as the night surrounding him.
/Maybe I’ve just been training too hard and I’ve strained something./