Lane shivered a the tone in Spike's voice and wrenched his hand away from his dick, whimpering until the cock in his throat cut off both the noise and air and all he could do was ride the tremor fleeting through his body as it tried to keep up with the tiny bit of oxygen it was getting. He could feel it starving out the fear and uncertainty, a strange sort of giddiness bubbling up through the center of his chest. But above it all, there was the desire; for Spike, for pain, pleasure-the whole spectrum, and the promise of just a little oblivion. Anything other than what he had been, even if it meant an end.