He's up to something.  I've known for two weeks now that there's something going on he's not telling me.  He's been jumpy and nervous and down right guilty for the last several days.  If he doesn't tell me soon I'm likely to beat it out of him.  That's when I hear it.  His voice.

 

I feel the demon start rattling the cage, demanding I take what's mine.  Demanding I crush his mouth under mine and take his body and blood.  He's yelling at Angel, wanting to know where I am, where's he's hidden me.  I can hear Giles in the background apologizing to Angel.  Telling him he's sorry, he was talking over the ritual with Buffy and Willow and Xander wasn't even supposed to be there and they don't know how he got there but he overheard and demanded to brought here and he's sorry.  More words than I think I've ever heard the watcher string together all at once.

 

Suddenly it hits me, what my sire has been up to, trying to convince the watcher that the ritual would be good for Xander.  Before I realize it he's standing in front of me; his chocolate eyes swimming in tears, rimmed by red.  His eyes bore into me, begging me to love him still.

 

I don't remember telling my legs to move but suddenly he's in my arms and everything else is gone.  All I can see or feel or hear is him and he's everything I've ever wanted and more.  His body melts into mine and I suck up all the heat I can take from him. 

 

Hard arms around my back, pulling me closer.  Lips everywhere.  My face, my neck, my eyelids covered in jubilant kisses I never knew existed.  I feel him shaking and realize he's sobbing my name begging me to never let him go again.  My demon settles for the first time in weeks, surrounded by the smell and heat of its mate.  I pull him to me tighter, touching every part of him.  Whispering words of comfort, of love, of devotion. 

 

I'm unaware of the six people standing in the lobby below us with looks of wonder in their eyes.  All I know is that he's here in my arms, where he's supposed to be and I haven't felt the heat of his body against mine for weeks.

 

My hands burrow under his shirt, reacquainting myself with his back, the curve of his spine, the broadness of his shoulders, the dip in his lower back just above his jeans and then my hands cup his ass to fuse our lower bodies together.

 

Sweeping to the front, my fingers find his nipples, hard little points begging for my touch as I roll them between my fingers.  I feel his tongue tracing my jugular.  Unable to stop a harsh moan from coming forth, I let my head fall back as his teeth sink into my skin. 

 

He knows how mindless it makes me; he's learned my body well.  Biting kisses follow the path of my neck to my ear where his tongue comes out to guide my earlobe into his mouth.  I grab his hips and slam our now full erections together, grinding my body against his.   

 

He moans in my ear as his hips shift back and forth creating a friction that's enough to make me come without ever shedding a single piece of clothing.  I want him.  Now.  I bring his lips to mine letting my tongue trace his full lower lip before sucking it into my mouth.  Moaning my pleasure, I dip slightly to place my arm under the back of his knees.  Picking him up, I head toward my room.

 

"Spike."

 

I hope that by ignoring my Sire he'll get the point.  Wishful thinking on my part.

 

"Spike."

 

Turning toward the group assembled in the lobby below us I let them see my frustration.

 

"Bloody hell, Angelus, you could ruin a wet dream.  What do you want?"

 

"You can't...not until it's time for the ritual."

 

"Well then let’s go, what are you all waiting for."  I take several more steps until he pulls rank on me.

 

"Spike.  Get down here, now."

 

He's reverted to using his Sire voice.  Bleedin' ponce.  Knows I don't have any choice but to listen to him when he uses that tone.  Without releasing Xander I walk down the stairs instead of to my room, glaring at Angel the whole way. 

 

Stupid git acts like he's never been in love before, acts like he doesn't know about the fire eating its way through my body. 

 

Xander's head has taken up residence in my neck.  Realizing this is the first very public display of our feelings he's a bit embarrassed.  He whispers softly for me to let him down.  Letting his feet touch the ground I release him but only enough so that I can wrap my arms around his waist and pull him back to lean against me. 

 

If any of them think I'm letting him out of my sight again they're wrong.    My Sire heaves a giant sigh and I get the feeling I'm not going to like what he's about to say.

 

Chapter 3

 

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