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Edges of My Mind
by Tami
Epilogue
Los Angeles, Hyperion Hotel, a Month Later
Angel was sitting at his desk in what used to be the manager’s office. The gang was in the lobby doing whatever it is they do when they weren’t on a case. Just then, the door slammed open and then shut and there stood Spike, angry with dirt smudges on his face. He ignored everyone as he stormed across the lobby and into Angel’s office, slamming that door as well. The next thing the crew heard was Angel laughing his ass off when they assumed he got a look at Spike.
Inside the office, Spike was glaring daggers at the laughing hyena that had replaced his Sire. “I’m glad you find this funny mate.” Angel chuckled even more. “You can stop laughing any time now, wanker.”
“I’m sorry, Spike, it’s just . . .” Laughter bubbled up even more. “When I told you to go to the Furies for a little help, I didn’t expect you to . . . ha, ha, ha . . . that has to be Diana’s fault. You got trapped in one of their sex-capades and came before they were ready?” Angel nearly fell out of his chair laughing harder.
“You never said they came in musical key or that there was a pattern I had to follow. That eldest sister nearly killed me,” Spike ranted.
“Here I thought you were the one with finesse when it came to women,” Angel was still chuckling.
“Vampire and human, regular women, mate. You sent me to three Hell-Furies!” Spike shot back.
Angel took mild offense at that. “They aren’t Hell-Furies. They are three gorgeous divinities and supposed to be treated with the utmost care. You’re a brute!”
“I am not . . . I just didn’t know the play of the game,” Spike pouted.
Angel’s smile diminished when he heard the plaintive voice. His boy still had nightmares, though they were getting less and less horrific. There were times when Spike hated to be touched, but wanted him there, and other times, he clung to Angel desperately. In front of the gang, Spike was all swagger and attitude.
“Besides, what was with that ‘mmm, Angel’ business, is there anyone that I have had sex with that you haven’t had first?” Spike asked irritably.
“Think of it as a screening process. If I had them, they can’t be too bad,” Angel quipped.
“Well, that explains why I haven’t laid Lilah, doesn’t it?” Spike replied.
“Um, yeah… uh . . .” Angel stammered.
“Bloody hell, you had her too?” Spike groaned.
“In a manner of speaking,” Angel said softly.
“You’re fucking Evil Incorporated now?” Spike asked.
“I wasn’t even in control of my body then. There was this guy and a thing and a spell and he switched bodies and had sex with her on my desk. Well, Wesley’s desk at the time but . . .”
“Say no more,” Spike cut in.
“Lilah hasn’t looked at me the same way again,” Angel finished.
“Angel . . .” Spike broke in.
“She won’t look me in the eyes now at all,” Angel went on.
“Angel, shut the hell up,” Spike said louder.
“Maybe it’s because . . .”
Spike growled and stomped around the desk. He took Angel’s face in his hands and kissed him hard, entirely as a way to cease the words. Once Angel was on a guilt complex, it was hard enough to get him out of it, and then there was the rambling guilt like now. One would think he’d beg to be flogged.
Angel stood up with his hands at Spike’s waist and pushed him back to lie down across the desk. He didn’t even bother to brush off the paperwork he was going through when Spike came in. Angel quickly worked the buttons open on the blonde’s jeans and yanked them down his hips. Spike was busy doing the same to him as he licked a wet trail down Spike’s neck. Angel nipped at his collarbone as he pushed his Sire’s pants down as far as he could in his current position. They barely registered Cordelia’s shriek through the glass when she saw what they were doing through the open blinds.
“Angel, I need you,” Spike panted as he bucked against his Sire’s ministrations.
Angel wrapped his fingers around Spike’s shaft and started stroking when he heard the plea. They’d done this before. They’d gotten each other to the brink and just before penetration, Spike would freeze up leaving Angel to back track to a safe zone.
The dark vampire pulled back and looked Spike in the eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Please, don’t make me beg,” Spike said in reply.
“Okay, okay. I don’t have anything that would really work for lubricant down here.”
Just then, Fred bounced in and all but handed him a bottle of hand cleanser. The door opening surprised both vampires who were lying over a desk, semi-naked. Angel just stared at the bottle in his hand as if it just appeared by magic as Fred left, giggling.
Spike pulled out of his surprised state and laughed at what just happened. It was almost surreal. “I think we have lube now.” He laughed as Angel continued to stare at the bottle. “Are you planning on using that now or should I leave you alone with your hand?”
“Was that Fred?” Angel asked mystified.
“Yeah, mate, she threw us the bottle and left, giggling like a schoolgirl. Can we get back to the important thing at the moment?” Spike asked.
“Uh, yeah,” the dark vampire replied.
Angel squeezed the liquid onto his fingers and set the bottle aside. He reached down between them and gently teased Spike to relax as he worked his fingers inside. This wasn’t the bad part for Spike. The sensation of his Sire’s fingers probing and teasing him were arousing. It was when Angel started to thrust his cock inside that he normally called a halt to everything and they had to back up a step or five.
“God, Angel,” Spike groaned as he rocked with the movement of the fingers thrusting inside him, brushing against his prostate.
Angel watched Spike’s eyes flutter shut as his boy took in the sensations. This was the easy part. Now he had to keep Spike in this state of bliss. As Angel watched his face for any changes, he was drawn to the long lashes that were nearly black above his high cheekbones. Sometimes, it struck him how beautiful Spike was. His body was toned and sculpted. Where William had the demeanor of shy poet, Spike oozed sex appeal and confidence.
“Angel, I’m ready,” Spike’s voice broke through Angel’s thoughts. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum now.”
Angel grinned at him and gently pulled his fingers out. He put the tip of his erection against Spike’s opening and began to thrust inside, slowly stretching him open as gently as possible. When he felt Spike dig his nails into his arms, Angel stopped.
“No! Keep going! It feels good,” Spike hurried to assure him.
Angel looked skeptical. “Are you sure?”
“Please, keep going,” Spike urged.
Angel steadily pushed into his childe’s body until his hips were flesh against Spike’s thighs. He watched for any adverse change in Spike’s expression. All he saw was arousal in the bright, blue eyes. They weren’t clouded over in pain and memories. Spike was still in the present with him. He couldn’t help it, he had to kiss him. This was a huge step for Spike. Angel lay over the blonde vampire and kissed him. He licked the full lips until they opened, allowing his tongue to slip inside for teasing swipes against the palette and tongue.
As they kissed, Angel started moving, experimenting with the tempo of his thrusts, mentally trying to gauge Spike’s reaction. The encouragement from Spike was still new to him. He pulled away and buried his face against Spike’s neck, hugging him in gratitude. The moans of pleasure in his ear were the sweetest sound he ever heard.
“Angel, I’m okay, really. Move faster,” Spike assured him.
Angel did as Spike requested plunging into him faster and subsequently harder until the moaning returned. He was even more surprised when he felt Spike bucking up to meet him stroke for stroke. The few encounters they had before, Spike had only moved instinctively on autopilot.
“You’ve never been more beautiful or absolutely sexy than you are right now,” Angel whispered in Spike’s ear.
Spike growled when he heard Angel and tightened his knees against the other vampire’s hips. He dug his nails into Angel’s back and clawed down as he bucked harder. Spike felt cool lips brush across his cheekbone and down to his throat again and the arms around him pull him tighter into the big body over him.
“It’s just you and me here. You’re safe, just let go,” Angel whispered.
Spike pulled Angel against him, groaning as the hard shaft went deeper by a fraction and the head hit on his prostate whenever the dark vampire pulled back as far as Spike’s legs allowed him and thrust back in.
Angel’s sex-addled brain barely registered the small sound of pleas whispered near his ear, along with a mixture of ‘Angel’ and ‘Sire’. He wasn’t even sure if that was real sobbing catching in the breathy moans or his imagination. He leaned up a little and grabbed the edge of the desk for stability as his thrusts became faster and harder, egged on by Spike’s responses. When he leaned up, Spike anchored himself to Angel and moved with him.
“Spike, lay back so I can get to your dick,” Angel said huskily.
Reluctantly, Spike lay against the desk and Angel saw that his eyes were screwed shut. He wrapped his hand around his boy’s weeping cock and stroked the length. He teased the crown by rubbing his thumb of the tip, spreading the pre-cum around. The action made Spike writhe under him.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Spike,” Angel’s voice sounded gruffer than he intended, but Spike’s eyes sprang open and he stared up at him. “I want you to see who’s doing this to you. See who it is causing all those feelings in the pit of your stomach, making your dick leak like this.”
“Angel,” Spike groaned as he moved between the cock inside him and the hand around him.
“That’s right. It’s me.” Angel felt a wave of satisfaction that Spike acknowledged him. Sometimes, he wondered if Spike even knew what he was doing or that Angel was there with him. When Spike’s eyes shut out of pleasure, Angel spoke again. “Open your eyes Spike. I want to see it when you cum. I want you to look at me and see the pleasure that you can give as well as receive.”
Spike’s eyes opened and the blue color had darkened with his passion. Angel sucked in a breath at the sight. Those eyes were like a storm-clouded sky, like the ones he could see without burning to ashes. He gripped Spike’s erection harder and stroked faster, watching the emotions play across his boy’s face. When Spike’s eyes closed again, he allowed it. Then, he felt Spike’s cock twitch in his hand before it released cool seed all over his hand. Angel wanted to cry himself, for Spike and how far he’d come – no pun intended – from almost six months ago.
“So beautiful, Spike,” Angel’s voice hitched with emotion. Then, he rode out his own orgasm caused by his childe’s inner muscles contracting around his cock. When he opened his eyes, he found Spike watching him silently.
Angel chuckled and kissed Spike. He was mindful of the tears wetting his cheeks, but didn’t know which one of them was crying. They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn’t notice, or chose to ignore, the applause from two girls on the other side of the glass. The only thing Angel knew was that Spike would only get better with time and he intended to be there every step of the way.
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