"Yes you do, rabbit." Spike slipped his hand behind Xander's head and tugged him in close again but Xander pushed away - wrenched himself out of Spike's hold and his reach and paced to the far side of the kitchen - stood there, hunched and shaking. *Scared of it, aren't you rabbit? Scared of wanting to be mine. Scared of losing something. Just your soul, sweetheart. But you don't need that, anyway.*
"You don't... You want to own me," Xander said finally, his own fingers touching the leather strands and Spike slid down off the counter and walked to him - reached out to gently cup Xander's cheek, his fingertips rubbing behind the boy's ear.
"You want to be owned, love. You want someone to choose you. Keep you. You want to belong so you can rest, love - so you can stop fighting." Xander looked up at him, and his eyes were so huge in his thin face - so lost. "No fear, if you're mine, rabbit. Never again. I keep what's mine forever."
"But I don't -" Xander sighed and closed his eyes - pushed into Spikes hand for a moment and then walked away. He linked his hands behind his head and paced over to the far corner where the second bed was, silent and hunched, and Spike let him go - let him think. *Not getting away, rabbit. But it's better if you come 'round on your own.*
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"Yes you do, rabbit." Spike slipped his hand behind Xander's head and tugged him in close again but Xander pushed away - wrenched himself out of Spike's hold and his reach and paced to the far side of the kitchen - stood there, hunched and shaking. *Scared of it, aren't you rabbit? Scared of wanting to be mine. Scared of losing something. Just your soul, sweetheart. But you don't need that, anyway.*
"You don't... You want to own me," Xander said finally, his own fingers touching the leather strands and Spike slid down off the counter and walked to him - reached out to gently cup Xander's cheek, his fingertips rubbing behind the boy's ear.
"You want to be owned, love. You want someone to choose you. Keep you. You want to belong so you can rest, love - so you can stop fighting." Xander looked up at him, and his eyes were so huge in his thin face - so lost. "No fear, if you're mine, rabbit. Never again. I keep what's mine forever."
"But I don't -" Xander sighed and closed his eyes - pushed into Spikes hand for a moment and then walked away. He linked his hands behind his head and paced over to the far corner where the second bed was, silent and hunched, and Spike let him go - let him think. *Not getting away, rabbit. But it's better if you come 'round on your own.*
So friggin awesome.
Dyslexia?
Okay, now you REALLY have to post more.