Ich lese übrigens gerade Waiting Here von Alexandria und bin ja soooo begeistert ist ne richtg gute Mischung aus angty und ein wenig fluffyness.
"Sorry, I’m sorry," he heard the words pour out of his mouth. "I shouldn’t have left, my fault," he hissed as the pain in his head grabbed him again. Xander just stared down at him for a moment, then dropped to his knees beside Spike.
"Shh, it’s not your fault, don’t talk, you’re hurt," Spike heard Xander’s voice coming from far away. He tried to reach up to touch him, but his vision was fading in and out. He felt Xander move away and turned his head to watch what he did. He felt a wave of panic grab him as he saw Xander slowly walk over and pick up a knife from beside the sink.
"No," he managed to wheeze out, "No, please." Spike didn’t think he could watch this. He didn’t blame Xander, he just didn’t know if he could watch this, if he could stand to see the results of his utter failure to protect his boy.
Xander came back and knelt beside Spike again.
"It’s not that, you need blood, you’re hurt really bad." Xander’s eyes locked with Spike’s. Xander looked pale and his eyes reflected pain and shock. "There’s no more human blood, and you need it." With that he raised the knife with his left hand and carefully sliced open his right wrist. The blood began to spill and Xander held his wrist to Spike’s mouth.
"Drink, please drink, please don’t leave me, drink, please." The desperation was clear in Xander’s voice.
Spike shook his head. No, no matter how much he longed for Xander’s blood he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t take anymore, Xander looked too hurt already.
"Damn it, don’t get noble on me now, you’re no help to me if you can’t move, drink you fucker, drink," Xander grabbed the back of Spike’s head and slammed his wrist on Spike’s mouth.


das Bild ist ja sooo geil Mys
also ich würde da ja natürlich ganz sicher nicht wegschauen. Hattest vollkommen recht, das es mir gefallen würde. 
