When the Graf slowly withdrew his wrist, Spike sagged, panting and quivering against his other arm.
“Oh Christ...” he moaned faintly, groping at von Krolock with one shaking hand, as if seeking proof that he wasn’t in the throes of some completely trippy dream. “Christ on a cupcake...”
With a chuckle, von Krolock shifted Spike’s weight against his chest. With a paternal tut, he withdrew his kerchief and dabbed the splatters of blood from Spike’s chin and lips. “You can be so foolish occasionally, William,” he murmured.
“Yeah... bad habit...” Spike panted, slightly-glazed eyes trying to focus on the face above him. “Oh god...” He blinked feverishly, then laughed giddily. “Shit... I can see the stars...”
*snickers* Adrenaline rush for Spike
“Oh Christ...” he moaned faintly, groping at von Krolock with one shaking hand, as if seeking proof that he wasn’t in the throes of some completely trippy dream. “Christ on a cupcake...”
With a chuckle, von Krolock shifted Spike’s weight against his chest. With a paternal tut, he withdrew his kerchief and dabbed the splatters of blood from Spike’s chin and lips. “You can be so foolish occasionally, William,” he murmured.
“Yeah... bad habit...” Spike panted, slightly-glazed eyes trying to focus on the face above him. “Oh god...” He blinked feverishly, then laughed giddily. “Shit... I can see the stars...”