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other emotions he couldn’t put a name to. Heaven, it was heavenly.
" Spike," he moaned.
"What, ya dozy prat?"
"Smell so good, better than chocolate cake and twinkies." He huffed out on a ragged breath, nosing
closer to that wonderful smell.
"Have you lost your bloody marbles then? Ya sound nuttier than Dru on full moon nights. Come on,
we can’t stand here all night, let’s get ya seen to. It’s just a little way and then ya can sit down, yeah."
"Sorry Spike, don’t think I can make it another foot, lucky I made it this far. Damn but I wish
everything would stop spinning. I feel like I’m on one of those tea cup rides at the fair."
He heard a longsuffering sigh and almost giggled again at the thought of a longsuffering Spike. But it
didn’t really take too much of his attention from the Spikescent he was wallowing in. If he had been
thinking clearly the whole scent thing would have freaked him big time, was a wispy thought
somewhere far away in the back of his head, but he wasn’t, thinking clearly that is. So he figured he
may as well enjoy it while he could. He just rested there against Spike’s hard body and reveled in the
strong arms and the Spikescent.
"Right, so I’m not gonna get any help from you. I can see that now, ya lame duck."
Xander’s world was disturbed by Spike pushing him slightly away with a hard grip on his biceps, and
bending slightly to pull him over one bony shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He yelped as his feet left the
ground and his world tilted upside down, he grabbed two handfuls of leather duster and hung on. Spike
never stopped snarking and muttering the whole while about crazy humans and wacky weed. The last
thing he heard as darkness ate took him was a Spikey threat.
"And if you upchuck on my duster I’m gonna spank your arse bloody, don’t think I won’t."
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Spike swung around with a snarl, just in case any of the darkside denizens decided to make an
appearance. He had been on his way to Sanctuarie hoping he’d get there before the boy finished his
shift, so he could walk him home, like he’d been doing most of the summer.
The boy had come a long way over the summer and he could give as good as he got most times, lately.
Between himself and his two new friends, they’d made damned sure of that. But he was still human
wasn’t he and humans got hurt too bloody easy for Spike’s peace of mind. Take now for example. His
boy hadn’t even been in a dustup and he was out cold from some human thing.
He shook off his dark thoughts as strode for the back entrance of Sanctuarie. Something was off kilter
with Xander and he didn’t know anything about human sickness. Tomas and Sinjin would be able to
help if they were still here after hours with Rusaka. They stayed after hours frequently to shoot the shit
with the friendly demon.
Spike grinned to himself, friendly like a fox, and as long as you didn’t get on his bad side. Tsanugara
demons may love a happy go lucky, carefree lifestyle, but they were damned dangerous if you crossed
them, deadly in fact. And they were smart, the equivalent of MENSA in the demonic community.
But that was neither here nor there right at this moment. The important thing was Xander and whatever
was ailing his boy. He could feel the unusual heat radiating from him even through his clothing. He