Making Him Mine - Chapter 2

“Rats’ eyes! Why aren’t you using rats’ eyes? You sent me for rats’ eyes last time.”

“Spike, last time I was trying to distract you from going, ‘grrrr’, on me!”

“Oh! Well, I want rats’ eyes.”

“Spike, go away. I need to concentrate.”

“No way, Red, I’m wanna watch. Wanna make sure I get me money’s worth.”

“You’re not paying and…ewww, you are SO not staying, I have to close my eyes and…errr do stuff, and no way am I closing my eyes when you are in the room.”

Shit. “This better be good, bint.”

“Look, Spike, this is really very simple. Next time the subject of the spell sees you, they will fall in love with you. OK?”

Hmm. I still wanted rats’ eyes.

So, all I have to do is wait for sunset, drive back to LA and…it’s done. Sire loves me again. I’m happy. I guess. Why don’t I feel good about this?

I make my way slowly back to the crypt hoping to do a bit of dusting on the way. Feel like some violence, feel the need for pain.

Someone else’s though!

NOT MINE.

Bleedin’ chaos demons when you least expect them. Hate friggin chaos demons.

I hit the fuckin’ thing in the stomach with me axe and the soddin’ creature explodes! It was a total bag of blood and I’m caked in the foul shit. Oh Bloody Hell! I hate my life.

An’ sod it all, I think my wrist’s broken. And what the fuck is that running down the inside of me leg? Ain’t something good. Shit, this hurts.

Oh Bloody Hell. What now?

Why do my friggin’ plans never GO to plan? I can sense the poofter waiting for me in the crypt. This is not how I planned it. And if my plans go wrong it should be me fucking them up, not him. I planned big tearful reunion in LA, me moving into the apartment, twenty-four-hour cable being swiftly installed, lots of presents and beer. Not this. Now the moment’s here I’m…what, afraid? Nah, can’t be that. I’m excited, yeah, that’s it. I’m real excited by this. But how will he act when he sees me? What will he do when the spell hits him? Shit, I hope he don’t go all poofy on me. Hello Angel. It’s meee. I’m home. Come here poof and act lovey-dovey. It’s me!

Spike’s here. I can sense him outside. He’s hesitating. He knows I’m here. Knows I’m going to stake him.

“Spike.” I move towards him as he comes through the door and I swear I was going to stake him.

OK, I didn’t actually have a stake with me, but I’d have improvised. But I just couldn’t do it. Don’t know why. I think it was the blood. I suddenly saw the blood. Blood everywhere. It was coating his hair, plastering the spiky blond strands to his head. It had soaked into his clothes. It was flowing out of the bottom of his jeans and pooling on the floor. And it suddenly seemed a whole lot more important that he was hurt and in pain, than it did that I’d come here to kill him.

“You’re hurt, Spike.”

OK, this is not a ‘fall-on-your-knees-and-profess-undying-love’, kinda spell. I can see that. Yep, no fallin’ on his knees yet. No kissin’, no huggin’. But I can live with this. I can live with the old Sire being worried about me. And I can live with him gently holding my wrist and turning it over in his (sweaty?) hands. Clever bint made a subtle love spell! Well, whatdaya know!

“Take your pants off, Spike.”

OK, spell getting better!

I smirk as I start to unbutton my jeans. Cus it’s just occurred to me; the funny thing about love. Love that’s certain, love that can’t be broken. Shit, OK! Love that’s fake an’ comes out of a potion with an added tuft of hair. Funny thing about love is, I can do anything I fuckin’ like and he’ll still have to love me!

Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun!

Oh, burn out my eyes that I might not see this. Why didn’t I remember? Hell, I was the one who started it. I insisted on it. No bloody undergarments for Will. Will had to be easy access. Well I’m paying for it now. Because three inches from my face, as I’m trying to stem the blood still flowing from the deep gash in his thigh, is Spike’s cock. Swaying. Engorged. And why isn’t he even embarrassed? I mean, I know he’s the Big Bad and all that rubbish, and it’s not as if his cock is something I haven’t seen before, but God, natural modesty NOT.

If I slip a bit lower on the couch I might actually bump nancy-boy’s hair with it. Yep, easy! Well, I have to give Red her due. This spell is working out just fine. I mean it’s only been five minutes and here we are already. Angel bending over my cock, that’s gotta be value-for-money-magic! Bit puzzled why he’s so intent on that wound though. Fuck, I’m all for subtle. Subtle could be my middle name. But this is bordering on restrained. Don’t want restrained. Want sucking. Want screaming. Want that fucking cable.

‘Suck me, Angel!’

’Fuck. What!’ I leap back so quickly I swear I feel my back go. And you’d have to be a two hundred and fifty year old vampire with super human powers to appreciate how quick that’d have to be.

‘I said suck me! Come on, we haven’t got all night! It’s a long drive back to LA and I’m pretty shagged, mate. Like to get to bed. So get over here and suck me!’

’Alright, Spike. Don’t move too quickly. I think that chip thing in your head must be malfunctioning. You may have had a knock on the head.’ Why didn’t Wesley and I think of this? This is what must have sparked off that 2x4 party last night. I move swiftly over to Spike and ease him back gently till he is lying on the couch. Picking up his blanket I wrap him carefully and sitting down alongside his prone form I lay the back of my hand on his forehead. ‘Just close your eyes and try to sleep, Spike. I’ll stay here. I won’t leave you till you’re asleep. But I need to phone Wesley about this. I don’t know what he’ll recommend, but I suspect he’ll want to examine you, so you’ll have to come to LA with me.’ I brush my hand over his hair, rubbing my thumb over his eyes, forcing him gently to close them. ‘Shhh, just relax, Spike. You’re safe now.’

Someone remind me to thank Red for this!

Strange foreplay though! But I’m nothing if not experimental. Fuck it, are we playing Doctors and Patients? Cus this is just bloody weird. Not the strange sex play from Angel. Hell, we’ve played much weirder games than Doctors and Patients in the past. You should have seen the Noah’s Ark game…but well, it’s weird that this is almost as good as Angel sucking me off. Just lying here with his hand gently stroking my hair. Feeling his strength as he sits beside me. And, yeah, he’s taking me to LA. Taking me home. Did I already say I LIKE this spell? This is getting deep. Pity it’s not real.

How did I go from staking Spike to nursing Spike in less than five minutes? I did come here to stake him. I think. I wanted something. Some resolution. Some final reckoning. But being here now, with Spike got me all…I don’t know. I can’t describe it. It’s sort of like wanting to get out of my skin. I feel hot. And for a room-temperature demon, it’s quite disturbing. I want violence? Blood. His blood?

Now I’m not sure what I want, but whatever it is, it still revolves around Spike. But I definitely did not want his cock in my face.

Alright! Even if I did, I didn’t want HIM ordering me to suck it. I’m the Sire, he’s the childe. I order him. If I want him to order me, I’ll order him to do it. That’s how it works. That’s how it’s always worked. So what’s just happened here? And how come I’m lying with Spike in my arms and I can feel his naked body under the blanket and it feels like coming home?