bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,


Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X
Rating: Adult NC17
Warnings: M/M sexual situations, adult language, reference of violence.
Disclaimer: The Bee owns nothing in this world but her own peace of mind.
I have no claim on any of the characters or products named and make no profit
from my stories.

Summary: AU (Human? Vampire?)
This is the simple tale of a successful psychiatrist with a busy practice.
Dr. Alexander Harris lives and works in the rich and colorful area of the Florida Keys
and everything about his life seems right on track. Then, one day a man comes to
him for help. He is troubled with a history of violence that he hopes therapy can
teach him to control. Clear cut? Maybe not.

As always, thanks to the wonderful Petxnd for the amazing banners and loyal friendship

The question had thrown Alex completely off guard. He had never imagined seeing
one of his patients socially. It just wasn't done. Was it? Would he even consider
the possibility?

Spike stood by patiently as he waited for an answer. To be honest, he had expected
an out right refusal, but this moment of contemplation was a pleasant surprise. When
it was beginning to appeared that no response, pro or con, was forth coming, he decided
to try for a little nudge.

"Is she?"

Alex shook his head to clear it.

"She? What?"

Spike smiled and released the door handle.

"Your wife. I wondered if the lovely Mrs. Harris was expecting you home."

Xander's eyes darted to the picture of the beautiful blond that sat smiling at him
on the corner of his desk. He picked it up and ran his thumb over the outline of the
gold, ornate frame. Spike wondered what the sad look on the Doctor's face meant.

Finally, Alex set it back down with her happy face turned away.

"No, actually she is out of town on business right now. I am living the bachelor
life for the time being, but I really don't think....I mean you are my patient. There
could be ethical conflicts involved."

Spike laughed easily.

"Tell you what Alex, you promise not to analyze me while we eat and I promise not to
discuss any problems I may have. It will be strictly a steak, a bottle of beer and
some bland small talk between blokes. What do you say?"

Dr. Alexander Harris was completely stumped. He couldn't, for the life of him
imagine why he was considering such an outlandish proposal, but he was. There
was just something about the man that felt so familiar to him. It had nothing to
do with the fact that Spike was attractive. It was something else. Something that
Alex just couldn't quite put his finger on. Soon, the deep growling of his empty
stomach seemed to be the deciding factor.


"Great! Bloody brilliant. Well, come on then. I am hungry enough to lick the wooden
seat in a tuna boat shit house."

Alex barked out a laugh and found that now that he had agreed to go, he was actually
looking forward to it. If nothing else, it was better than a microwaved Hungry Man
and a bit of light conversation was a rare treat. He knew just where they would go.

"Unfortunately, The Cimmaron Steakhouse hasn't got tuna or wooden seats but
they do have an excellent strip steak that will melt in your mouth. Would that do?"

Spike pretended to be disappointed but finally smiled and nodded.

"Guess it will have to as long as I can get it very rare. I do so enjoy a little
blood on my plate. So, Doctor Alex, you lead the way and I'll follow."

Alex smiled and cheerfully accompanied Spike out of the office, taking the time to
lock and secure the door, they then walked to the garage. At just after 9 PM
their cars were the only ones left in the car park. Alex drove lead in his BMW with
Spike following in his muffler deprived Chevy. Within minutes they were out
on the road and soon pulling into the gravel yard that surrounded the steakhouse.

The restaurant was a flurry of activity and Spike wondered if they had any hope of
getting a table before midnight. He was pleasantly surprised when Alex stepped up
to the podium and the hostess immediately responded.

"Hey, Doctor Alex. Long time no see. We've missed you. Your usual table?"

"That would be great, Penny. Don't bother with the menus, just send the waitress
over with a couple beers and throw on some steaks and baked potatoes."

Penny smiled and waved in the direction of the best table in the room where Alex
and Spike settled in while a bus boy rushed over with glasses of water and clean
table settings. Within seconds a plump redhead brought cold bottles of beer
and jotted down the particulars of how they wanted their dinners prepared.
When the two men were finally alone, Spike spread his napkin out on his lap
and he grinned.

"You must be a very important guy, Doc."

Alex copied Spike's lead and laid the linen across his knee.

"Not really. I think it is a combination of the fact that I treated one of the owners
and I tend to be a generous tipper. Probably more the latter than the former."

Spike's face crinkled with sincere amusement.

"So, you from around here, Alex? Are you Florida born and raised?"

Alex clasped his hands and rested them comfortably on the table as he gazed
into the remarkably blue eyes of his dinner companion. Alex had always had
a real weakness for blonds with blue eyes.

"No, actually I'm from California. I came to Florida to attend college and medical
school and I liked the area so well that I decided to stay. How about you?
Obviously you are not originally from the U.S. How old were you when you
came over and do you live here permanently now?"

The atmosphere in the room was elegant. Low, easy listening music provided the
background for the hum of quiet conversation and the subdued movement of
the waiters, busboys and hostesses as they worked quickly and efficiently.

The light in the restaurant was muted. Bright enough to see but not glaring.
It concealed the flaws, the imperfections in both the dinner and the dinner companion.
It gave the illusion that all was perfect but Spike knew better. He had closely
watched Alex's face as he spoke and Spike's excellent vision picked up twitches
and facial tics that the Doctor himself was probably not aware that he exhibited.

"I do live here. Not necessarily in Florida, but I do call the States home. I lived
for quite a while with a family and a sort of mother, adopted, I was. We came
from London several years ago after traveling extensively. Unfortunately, my
brother was killed. Police said it was mugging gone wrong. They found his body,
or what was left of it, in an alley."

Alex frowned and couldn't stop his professional side from noting that this was,
no doubt, a contributing factor in Spike's anger issues.

"I'm so sorry to hear that. Crime in the cities is epidemic. It must be very
hard on you. You must miss him very much. And your adopted mother?
Do you keep in touch?"

Both men fell silent as the waitress arrived and went about the business of setting up
their salads, bread basket and hot plates. She then picked up the empty bottles and
replace them with two full ones before asking cheerfully.

"Is there anything else I can get for you two?"

Spike lifted his bottle in salute, taking a big gulp and setting it down.

"No thanks, Love. I think we are all set."

When she was gone, Spike dove in, sawing the nearly raw meat and moaning
in pleasure as the first bite hit his tongue. It also signaled the end of all depressing
conversation and from then on, they slid easily into a comparison of regional weather
facts, cars, sports and the latest movies that neither had any desire to see.

The time flew by and both men were pleasantly relaxed and comfortable in the
company of the other. When their food had disappeared and the topics of discussion
began to repeat, Alex knew it was time to go. Reluctantly, he reached for the
check and he dropped money on the table for the tip.

Spike slid back his chair and dropped his napkin by his spotless plate. He then
stood and smiled down at the doctor. When Alex looked up into the beautiful,
face, he felt a zing of electricity shoot down his spine and he shivered.

Spike ignored the obvious reaction and he stepped back to leave. At the last
minute he paused.

"Thanks for the dinner, it was great. I'll look forward to seeing you next week, Doc.
At first I wasn't sure, but now I am positive that you are going to be able to help me."

Alex grinned broadly.

"Good night, Spike."

"Good night Xander."

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