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How to Treat Your
Lover
by Tami
Chapter 23
Chapter 23-B: Step 2 – Understanding (Part
6)
He picked up his pool cue and headed outside with Angel and Buffy following. A few feet from the Bronze in the shadowed alley, Spike stopped and circled around Buffy. She immediately went on alert and followed suit as she watched him warily. Angel leaned against the side of the building and wondered how Spike was going to play this out.
After circling each other for a few minutes, Buffy challenged the blonde vampire, “Give it to me.”
Spike lashed out at her and she easily ducked his fists. Then, she wrapped her hand around his throat and pinned him against a chain-link fence. He just grinned and laughed at her.
“What?” she asked incredulously.
“Lesson the second: ask the right questions. You want to know how I beat ’em?”
Buffy released him and stepped back. Spike moved away from the fence and circled around her again.
“The question isn’t ‘how’d I win?’ The question is: ‘Why’d they lose?’” Spike said.
“What’s the difference?” Buffy asked as she sidestepped a punch.
Spike lunged at her with the pool cue aimed at her throat. He stopped when it was itches from her skin, but Buffy never even flinched. Angelus was growing nervous inside Angel as he watched the interaction. He wanted Angel to break this up, lesson or not. Spike was his boy and she was a Slayer.
Would you stay out of it and let him have fun?
But . . . Angelus started to object.
You obviously haven’t been present on the inside all these years. He’s a big boy, he can handle himself, Angel said.
“There’s a big difference, luv,” Spike replied.
Buffy furrowed her brows at the tone in the blonde vampire’s voice and kicked the pool cue out of his hands. “How’d you kill the second one?” she demanded.
“Hmm, a bit like this,” Spike said curtly before he delivered a series of punches at her, Buffy ducked a few, but the others hit dead on and she started to fight him. Spike’s face changed and he lunged at her with his fangs out, but he was brought up short by Angel.
“No you don’t, baby boy,” Angel said in a low voice.
“Soddin’ hell, Angel, would you stop?” Spike growled as he wrenched himself free of his Sire’s grasp. “She came to me to learn about how the other Slayers died. She wanted me to teach her and I'm not goin’ soft on ’er just ’cause she’s your precious girl – Slayer of Slayers, remember? When you’ve got that on your resume, you can butt in – ’til then, bugger off!”
“It wasn’t her that I’m worried about, you reckless boy,” Angel growled possessively.
“Been taking care of myself for years, mate,” Spike said defiantly.
“Fine, but this Slayer has managed to kick both of our asses,” Angel said, staring at Spike intently.
“Then, I think it’s about due for some payback don’t you?” Spike smirked.
Angel nodded slightly. The moment he stepped away, Buffy sucker-punched Spike in the gut, catching him off guard. Then, she grabbed his coat and threw him to the ground. “How’d you kill ’em, Spike?” she asked with a sneer.
Spike jumped up and attacked her again, but Buffy flipped him over onto the ground again, whipped out a stake and landed on top of him. Spike seized her wrist before she can plunge it into his chest and twisted his hips to throw her off.
“You’re not ready to know,” he chuckled.
“I’m ready,” Buffy challenged.
“Okay, then. Went like this,” Spike rolled Buffy over his head and rolled to his feet.
Spike put up his fists and went at Buffy, throwing a punch at her which she blocked. As Spike fought Buffy he told her about the fight with the second Slayer as their fighting styles mirrored each other. Spike got a few jabs in and an upper cut while Buffy landed a few punches of her own.
“The first was all business but the second, she had a touch of your style,” Spike commented as he and Buffy traded blows. “She was cunning, resourceful . . . oh, did I mention? Hot. I could have danced all night with that one.”
“You think we're dancing?” Buffy asked as she threw a punch.
“That's all we've ever done,” Spike smirked. “The thing about the dance is: you never get to stop.”
Spike hooked the pool cue with his foot and kicked it up to catch it with his hand, then twirled it around.
“Every day you wake up, it’s the same bloody question that haunts you: is today the day I die?” Spike posed the question as he brought the pool cue down in a vicious arc and Buffy counter-attacked, enraged. He cracked her across the face with the pool stick and sent her reeling to the ground. Dropping down on top of her, he hit her repeatedly with the weapon. “Death is at your heels, baby, and sooner or later it’s going to catch you. Fight back Slayer or you will die.”
When Spike brought the pool cue down for another blow, Buffy caught it and slammed it back into his face.
Spike laughed derisively as he wiped the blood from his nose with his hand as he looked at her. “Part of you wants it . . . not only to stop the fear and uncertainty, but because you’re just a little bit in love with it.”
Buffy had heard enough. She punched him, knocking him off her and rolled to her feet as he got to his. He didn’t let her get away so easily. Stepping into her personal space he caressed his fingers around her neck. He didn’t squeeze, just felt her pulse race.
“Death is your art,” he said in a low seductive voice. “You make it with your hands every day.
Buffy glared at him, trying to hide her fear. Spike grinned at her as he felt her rapid pulse under his fingertips.
“Those final gasps; that look of peace. A part of you is desperate to know: what's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see that’s the secret. It’s not the punch you didn’t throw or the kicks you didn’t land. Every Slayer . . . has a death wish.” Spike slid his hand into her hair and pulled back gently to get her to look up at him. “Even you.”
If Angel’s heart was beating it would be in his throat. Angelus was making him nervous. He wanted to step in, but Angel held fast. Spike was here to keep her alive that’s what this lesson was about. Right?
Spike’s eyes turned to a deep blue color with arousal from the fight as he stared down at Buffy. His cock ached with the need for release, but he suppressed it under a smirk. “The only reason you’ve lasted as long as you have is that you’ve got ties to the world . . . your mum, your brat kid sister, the Scoobies. They all tie you here, but you’re just putting off the inevitable. Sooner or later, you’re goin’ t’ want it. The second,” Spike’s voice was a seductive whisper as he got closer to her. “The second that happens . . . You know I’ll be there. I’ll slip in . . . have myself a real good day.”
Spike stared intently into Buffy’s eyes as he let go of her and stepped back with a small bow. “Here endeth the lesson.” He smirked and said as afterthought, “I just wonder if you’ll like it as much as she did.”
“Get out of my sight,” Buffy said angrily. “Now.”
“Oh . . . did I scare the precious little girl?” Spike taunted as he edged closer. “You’re the Slayer. Do something about it. Hit me. Come on, one good swing. You know you want to.”
“I mean it,” she gritted out.
“So do I,” Spike retorted. “Give it t’ me good, Buffy. Do it!”
The tension rose between them and she moaned his name. His passion aroused, Spike leaned in to kiss her. But, she backed away in horror. “What the hell are you doing?”
Spike’s whole body was humming with the need for release from the fight. He grabbed her by the arms and yanked her against him, pressing his erection against her.
“Come on. I can feel it, Slayer. You know you want to dance,” he said breathlessly.
That was it; he was putting a stop to this. He could smell his boy’s scent saturate the whole alley. If he didn’t stop it, he’d have one well-fucked ex-girlfriend. Angel moved in to pry them apart.
“Let her go, Spike,” Angel growled.
Spike’s nostrils flared with useless air as he stared at Buffy through a haze of lust, his grip tightened on her arms.
“Spike!” Angel called out to break through the haze.
He pushed the vampire and Slayer apart. But, Buffy had to get her last word in.
“Say it’s true. Say I do want to,” she said angrily. “It wouldn’t be you, Spike. It would never be you.”
“Buffy, go home!” Angel growled.
“I’m going,” she said in disgust and tossed the cash at Spike. “You're beneath me.”
Buffy turned on her heel and walked off. Spike had shifted to his demon and wrenched away from Angel to go after her. The elder vampire moved quickly and blocked his path. He tried to get past his Sire again, but the dark vampire held him at bay.
“You just wait until I get a hold of you Slayer!” Spike yelled over Angel’s shoulder. “I’ll show you who’s beneath whom, you little bitch!”
“Spike, calm down,” Angel said watching his childe.
The blonde vampire struggled to get past his sire and growled, “Don’t tell me what to do, you – fat, overbearing – prat!”
“Why are you lashing out at me?” Angel asked angrily. “I’m trying to keep you in one piece. You go after her now and she’ll dust your ass.”
“Oh, nice!” Spike sneered. “Just nice, Angel. Thanks for the vote of confidence. ’S not as if I’ve survived for over a century no thanks t’ you. Bugger off!” He shoved hard at Angel and stalked away, back toward the Bronze.
“Damn it,” Angel cursed softly. He followed Spike and grabbed his shoulder before he could go inside, jerking his childe around to face him. “I have a ton of confidence in you! It’s why I left you here to watch after her, you impulsive little boy. Your fucking scent is all over that alley and knowing Buffy, she isn’t going to let you fuck your aggression out after that display out there.”
Spike glared at his Sire. Then, he spun around and landed a glancing blow on Angel’s jaw. “Fuck you! Leave me alone. Y’ humiliated me back there – in front of her!”
Angel glowered at Spike as he rubbed his jaw. Then, he threw his own punch, knocking Spike to the ground. “I humiliated you? You were going to bit her, you reckless brat. As for the ‘fuck you’? If you want that, I’d be happy to have a repeat performance.” Angel straddled Spike’s body, grabbed his boy by the lapels and pulled him up close to his face. “But, you’re my childe and my mate. I’ll never leave you alone. You’re lucky I let you get as far as you did out there with her.”
Spike jerked out of Angel's grasp with an angry growl and stormed down the alley. “I’m going back to the house.”
Angel followed his childe home to make sure he was actually going there and not out to find Buffy for payback. He didn’t know what set Spike’s temper off, but watching him on the way home, he noticed Spike’s back was stiff with anger as they neared the entrance of the house.
He followed the blonde vampire into the mansion and commented, “You know, any demon can track you with the pheromones you’re giving off, baby boy.”
“Don’t ‘baby boy’ me!” Spike said angrily. “D’you think I give a toss? Wish one of ’em would come around spoiling for a fight. A spot of ultra-violence would feel just about right, right about now.”
Angel furrowed his brows in anger. “What the hell is wrong with you? I had to stop you; you were going to fuck a Slayer in an alley!”
“You bloody well humiliated me!” Spike howled at him. “D’you think ’cause you’re a fluffy puppy everybody else has to be? Well, I’ve got balls, thank you very much! No matter how you try and take ’em away! She fucking asked for it!”
“I stopped you from biting her!” Angel shot back and then his voice got darker. “I’m far from fluffy and I never expected you to be. However, I do expect you to be alive every time you leave this house! The only thing I’ve ever done is make sure you survive longer than those vampires she kills on a nightly basis. You think I give a fuck about her anymore? What Buffy and I had is gone! It’s gone, Spike! It should have never even happened. She’s right about one thing though, we are beneath her. But, she needs to stay alive on the Hellmouth. Faith’s in prison. If Buffy dies because no one has her back, then this fucking town and possibly the world are going to hell.”
Spike snarled at Angel furiously, eyes blazing with rage. “We are not beneath her. She’s just a girl! Yeah, a girl with fucking powers, big soddin’ deal! She’ll die like all the rest! Sooner rather than later if I’ve anything to do about it. Y’ know, at first, I was just going to add another notch t’ m’ bedpost, but now it’s personal.”
Angel saw the determination in his boy's eyes. The same look he saw a century ago in that mine shaft. “Why is it personal? People insult you all the time. What did Buffy say that was any different?”
Spike glared up at Angel, eyes bright, his teeth clenched hard enough to make the muscle in his jaw stand out starkly in his handsome face. He turned away, stalking toward the bathroom door, and muttered, "Nothing. Never mind.”
“No, why did what she said make a damn bit of difference? As you pointed out, she’s just a girl. A human girl. Why should it matter what she says?” Angel asked persistently.
Spike snapped, “Sod off!” just before he stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door in Angel’s face.
Angel stared dumbfounded at the closed door. Calming his temper, he slipped into Spike’s mind and looked through the memories, finding Cecily Underwood’s put down of a young William:
“Your poetry, it’s . . . they’re . . . not written about me, are they?” Cecily inquired.
“They’re about how I feel,” William admitted.
“Yes, but are they about me?” Cecily persisted.
“Every syllable,” William replied.
“Oh, God!” Cecily cried, embarrassed that this man would do such a thing.
“Oh, I know . . . it’s sudden and . . . please, if they’re no good, they’re only words but . . . the feeling behind them . . . I love you, Cecily.” William confessed.
“Please stop!” Cecily urged. She couldn’t stand to hear anymore.
“I know I’m a bad poet but I’m a good man and all I ask is that . . . that you try to see me --” William started to say.
“I do see you. That’s the problem. You’re nothing to me, William. You’re beneath me,” Cecily said with a snobbish air.
She stood up and walked away, leaving William devastated and alone.
On the other side of the door, Spike leaned against the cool bathroom wall, and rubbed his aching temples, sighing heavily. He felt the hot, shameful tears stinging his eyes from the memory Angel had found, and slid down the door to the bathroom floor, his rage having faded into despondency. “Fucking hell,” he muttered. “Big Bad, all right. The Big Bad in his lair – the fucking toilet.”
Angel didn’t know who the girl was, but William had been human in that memory. It made his chest tighten to think a woman could be that cruel to William. When he was made into a vampire, his humanity and softness should have disappeared with his soul. But, it was still there then and remained even to this day. And Buffy had repeated those same cutting words.
Spike, come out of there. Please?
Spike sighed heavily. Don’t want to.
I’m sorry that I didn’t know about the girl. I met you after you ran out of that party and you never spoke of her. How was I supposed to know Buffy said the same thing this Cecily girl did and set you off?
Spike gave another heavy sigh. You’re not going to shut up about this are you?
I hate seeing you like this. I can handle you upset, enraged, pissed at me for something I did, but crying over what a human girl said? You’re my childe. What do you expect me to do?
Spike dragged himself to his feet and reluctantly opened the door, immediately pressing his face against Angel’s strong chest and burrowing against the muscle.
Angel rocked back a little on his feet with the force of Spike colliding with him. He wrapped his arms around the younger vampire, drifting his fingers along the bumps in the spine as the other hand moved up to work through the stiffened hair. “I know what you’re capable of, but Angelus was worried about you back there,” Angel said softly.
Spike stiffened indignantly, and looked up; glaring at Angel upon hearing that Angelus had underestimated him.
“He’d never seen you fight a Slayer before,” Angel reasoned. “The last time he was out you were in a wheelchair; put there by Buffy.”
Spike blushed – that is to say, he would have if he’d been human – and muttered angrily at the humiliating memory. “Great, so he thinks I’m soddin’ pathetic. That was a one-off! She got lucky!” he said defensively.
Angel smirked at his boy’s words. “Tonight was the first time he was present to see you in action. He was impressed up until you wanted to lay the Slayer.” He thought about what he was saying, and altered it to, “Wait, that last part could have been more me than him.”
A tiny smirk played in the corner of Spike’s mouth. He felt slightly vindicated, but still upset. “Hate her, I hate her. God, why’d you have to make me look like a complete twat in front of her?”
“I didn’t mean to,” Angel said sincerely. “For not knowing how far you were going to take it, I’d say I gave you a rather long leash with that.”
Spike mumbled incoherently, burying his face in his Sire’s chest again. Angel rubbed his back. “I didn’t hear that.”
“Wish y’d not given it t’ me,” Spike repeated.
“I told you before: the claims weren’t there to stop you from being who you were. They’re to curb you,” Angel responded.
“No!” Spike said all-too-quickly. “Don’t wish you’d not done that. Jus’ wish you’d not given me th’ bloody chance to start with her.”
“You’re turned on by her that much?” Angel asked curiously.
Spike sighed and leaned his forehead against Angel’s shoulder. “Not that . . . s’just . . . if you’d not let me get started, you wouldn’t have had t’ pull me off and make me look like a twat.”
Angel chuckled softly and walked them back to the bedroom. “Let’s get this duster off.”
He pulled the coat off Spike’s shoulders, tossing it near the dresser. Then, he took off his shoes and sat back against the pillows on the bed with his arms open in invitation. Spike accepted it. Angel watched with dark eyes as he pulled off his boots and climbed up into the big bed. He fell into Angel’s arms, burying his face in the crook of his Sire’s neck.
Angel idly rubbed his hands down Spike’s back, pulling the shirt free of the jeans and caressing the skin underneath. He listened to the younger vampire purr softly and felt him nuzzle close for comfort. His childe seemed drained after all the excitement and getting so upset over Buffy.
“You were gorgeous out there sparring with her,” Angel murmured as he caressed over the muscles in Spike’s side. “All these muscles moving fluidly . . . got me so hard watching you.”
Spike swallowed hard at the dark whisper. He sighed as his tense muscles slowly relaxed. “Felt so hard . . . you can’t imagine.”
An Angelus-smirk played over Angel’s lips. “Oh, I can feel it. Don’t know how you’re going to get me out of these leather pants though as hard as I am.” He glanced at Spike’s attire. “And those jeans look a little snug on you.”
Spike smirked and moved down Angel’s body, nuzzling the front of his soft leathers and murmured, “Mmm . . . better figure out how to get ’em off, Angel . . . ’cause these trousers make me so fuckin’ horny and I’m already about to lose it . . .”
Angel took his shirt off and got comfortable on the pillows. He unbuttoned the pants and raised his hips to help Spike get them off.
Spike panted softly as he worked the tight-fitting leathers down his Sire’s body. He licked his lower lip and ground himself against Angel’s thigh. “Oh God . . . God, yer fuckin’ gorgeous, Angel . . .”
The dark vampire raised his eyebrow at that, because a compliment from Spike never happened before. He had heard his childe’s jibes and insults to his soul and his redemption. He’d been called a ponce and other names. But, Spike had never complimented him. The blonde vampire panted and thrust himself against Angel’s thigh as he furiously tried to unbutton his jeans and shove them off.
Angel smirked. “Hmm, my baby boy seems a little too eager.”
Spike’s jaw dropped at his Sire’s words. “Too eager – since when is there such a thing?”
“You’re insatiable,” Angel said ruefully. “The slightest provocation toward you somehow being naked – not that I blame you for wanting to bare that body – and you rip your clothes off.”
“Yeah, for you . . . it’s not like I’m droppin’ m' trous for anybody else. Chalk it up to living in a repressive age. I’m making up for wasted years,” Spike smirked.
Angel crooked his finger at his childe with a devilish grin. Spike batted his eyes and smirked. Licking his lower lip, he crawled closer. The dark vampire snatched him up and slammed his mouth down on his lover’s lips, gripping the slim hips possessively. Spike gasped, moaned and kissed back, deeply. Angel took advantage and rolled him onto his back, and then proceeded to leave little bite marks down his childe’s throat to his chest. He shifted to his demon and sank his fang into a nipple.
Angel moved lower to lick along the indents in Spike’s abdominal muscles, as he reached up to yank the jeans off his childe. Spike moaned and purred as he writhed under his Sire’s touch, arching his back and tilting his head back into the pillows.
Angel heard his name pass Spike’s lips on a groan and he looked up at him. “What baby?”
Spike moaned softly, “Feels so good, Daddy . . . don’ stop . . . need you.”
Angel smirked at how easily ‘Daddy’ slipped from Spike’s lips. “Where do you need me? Here?” he suggested as he licked a wet trail along the length of his childe’s erection. “Or here?” he suggested a new place as he moved lower to mouth a sac and bit the inside of Spike’s thigh. “Or . . .” he trailed off, caressing his fingers along the perineum to Spike’s ass, teasing the nerve endings on the outside of the tight muscle.
Spike gasped and arched his back, clenching his ass. “Uh! Yes! Yes! Please!” His eyes widened when Angel moved lower to wiggle his tongue inside the tight ring and moaned softly, causing a tiny vibration. Spike gasped and clenched his ass, moaning, “Yes! God! Angel! Yes!”
Angel thrust his tongue deeper, then pulled out and replaced his tongue with his thick fingers. Spike responded with a guttural moan, tilting his head back to expose his slender neck. “Ohhh fuck . . . yes!”
The dark vampire sat up and moved over his childe’s body, he slipped his fingers inside as he licked over the exposed neck. “Such a tempting, hot little piece you are,” he murmured against Spike’s neck. “And a bad boy for turning me on by watching that display earlier.
Spike clutched at Angel’s shoulders as he writhed under the big body. Angel turned him over on his side and settled behind him. He heard Spike whimper when he removed his fingers and pressed the head of his cock against the tight opening. When his childe reached back and started clawing his hip, he groaned. “You have to calm down, Spike.”
“Sorry, with the fighting earlier, your leathers and last night still fresh in my head,” Spike said by way of apology.
“Enjoyed seeing the leathers again, did you?” Angel chuckled, nipping Spike’s earlobe. “I’m sure it wasn’t as much as I felt when I slid them on. That satin lining as it caresses your balls. There’s nothing like it in the world, baby boy.”
Spike grinned when he heard Angel’s words. “You said it wasn’t your style.”
“Did I?” Angel asked innocently.
He reached down and guided his cock into Spike’s body and then reached around in front to massage the heavy sacs. “Stroke yourself,” Angel whispered against his ear.
Spike was so aroused that he was shaking when his Sire entered his body. At the whispered command, he unconsciously reached down and stroked his own erection, moving with Angel’s thrusts.
“Too bad we didn’t have a reflection. You should see yourself when you’re like this,” Angel commented.
Just when he had Spike on the brink of an orgasm with his words and slow thrusts, his cell phone started vibrating on the bedside table.
“Are y’ going to get that?” Spike asked breathlessly.
“Ignore it,” Angel replied huskily as he pushed deeper.
Spike groaned and thrust back. But, the incessant hum against the tabletop was throwing his oncoming orgasm out of synch. “Angel!”
In response, Angel rolled over onto his back, taking Spike with him. When his childe was draped back over him, legs on the outside of his, he planted his feet on the bed and started moving. Spike took this as a sign that he was the one to answer the phone. It didn’t look like Angel was going to stop for it.
Spike reached out blindly for the little vibrating object, cursing the bloody pillock who invented them in the first place. “H-h-h-e-e-l-l-l-l-l-o-o-o-o-o-o,” he stammered through the movement under him.
“Who is this?” a female voice demanded over the phone.
“It’s m-m-me, Cordelia-a-a-a,” Spike replied.
“Well, me, where’s Angel?” Cordelia demanded.
“He’s a bit busy right now – oh, God!” Spike answered.
“Ohhhhh, I can’t believe him. He left here to go fuck you didn’t he?” Cordelia asked angrily.
“Not in so many words . . . there was more than just – Fuck, Angel – that. Had to work out our differences didn’t we?” Spike said harshly and then had to bite his tongue when Angel hit his prostate dead on. However, he couldn’t stop the growl.
“Are you growling at me?” Cordelia asked indignantly.
“No! Fuck!” Spike nearly yelled. It was silent for a moment then he said, “Princess, can I have him call you back?”
“No! You tell him Darla’s on the loose down here and human or not she’s causing trouble,” Cordelia instructed.
“The bloody ice queen spent a century being waited on hand and foot, it’s time she learned to wait on others for a change,” Spike growled.
“You getting laid does not take precedence over this mess Angel left us in, damn it!” Cordelia snapped.
“Well, since you aren’t up here . . . I’d say it does,” Spike shot back. He nearly dropped the phone off the side of the bed when Angel shifted and hit his pleasure point at a new angle.
Spike groaned. “Yeah . . . stroke me faster.”
“Are you telling me what to do?” Cordelia snapped. “That’s just ew . . . can’t you two not have sex for longer than twenty minutes?”
“Well, there was those eight hours we slept,” Spike replied.
“Tell Cordy I’ll be there when I get there and hang up the phone, Spike,” Angel said roughly.
“I heard that! Who the hell does he think he is?” Cordelia asked indignantly.
“The boss, maybe? The sign on your business does say Angel Investigations,” Spike replied. “Look, princess, I’ve got to go, but I promise the second we can walk again, I’ll send him out the door.”
“Whatever,” was the reply and then there was the sound of the dial tone.
Spike looked at the phone as if it was going to bite him. “She hung up on me.”
“She always was an uncaring bitch,” Angel said sardonically.
“Angel! And, you call me the bad boy. Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?” Spike chuckled.
“No, I ate her with it. Just like I’m about to eat you,” Angel replied as he rolled Spike over on his stomach and pulled him up onto his knees. Laying over his childe’s back, he thrust in deep. “How come we haven’t been like this all these years?”
Spike turned his head to the side. “You want to talk about this now?”
“Do you know of a better time?” Angel asked dismissively.
“Fine, you got a soddin’ fluffy soul, left us, returned to us, degraded us, we tried to kill each other more than once; I had you tortured . . . ring any bells?” Spike answered. Then, he mumbled, “There may yet be a death if I don’t cum soon, sadistic bastard.”
“It all seems superficial now, doesn’t it?” Angel mused.
“Can we save the philosophy of our fucked up relationship for another time, doc? I’m trying to cum here. If I were human, my dick would be turning colors about now,” Spike growled.
“I never took you for a demanding lover,” Angel commented.
“Then, you obviously haven’t been paying attention lately,” Spike answered in annoyance.
Without warning, Angel started pounding into him. “Hate to get the ‘Neglectful Sire of the Year’ award this year.”
“Bloody hells, Angel . . . shut up and fuck me!” Spike growled.
Angel reached down and stroked Spike’s cock to the tempo of his thrusts. He sucked on his lover’s earlobe, then under the lobe and the neck, licking over the claim marks that had started to heal. All Spike could feel was the comfort of his Sire’s big body draped over him. He tried to engrave the feeling into his memory. Since Cordelia had called Angel back to L.A., Spike didn’t know when he’d see him next.
The blonde vampire reached back and wrapped his arm around Angel’s neck, pressing his back into his Sire’s body. He closed his eyes and inhaling his elder’s scent.
Angel thrust deeper into Spike and groaned, “Do you want to bite me, Spike? Strengthen the claims before I leave?”
“Uhh! Yes! Uhh . . .” Spike grunted with his Sire’s thrusts. “Wanna drink . . . want y’ to bite me . . . oh God!”
Angel carefully extracted himself from Spike and waited for him to turn over on his back and pushed in again. He fell into his lover, catching his weight on a hand next to his childe. Spike adjusted his position, thrusting up with his lean leg bent back, and reached up to touch Angel’s hair and face.
Angel traced his fingertips over Spike’s mouth until the tips of his childe’s fangs appeared and cut into his finger.
Spike eagerly sucked Angel’s fingers into his mouth and reached
up to do the same.
“Just a taste, baby boy; I’ve taken enough of your blood in the last few months,” Angel said as he wrapped his lips around Spike’s finger and rolled his tongue around it.
Spike gasped and thrust up into Angel’s body as he drank rich Sire’s blood, moaning.
Angel let go of his boy’s finger. Dropping his childe’s legs so they wrapped around his waist, he leaned over Spike, exposing his neck. “Take what you need.”
Spike wrapped his arms around his Sire’s neck and tightened his legs around his Sire’s waist. Clinging tightly, he sliced through the flesh of Angel’s neck and suckled eagerly. “Mmmm mmm! Oooh!”
Angel chuckled darkly in Spike’s ear. “Someone would think you hadn’t had Sire’s blood in six months.”
Spike drank deeply, lapping over the wounds. “Never can get enough . . . need you . . . don’t want you to go,” he said petulantly.
“I don’t want to either, but work calls. I fear if I don’t go, Cordy’s going to show up with that tow truck,” Angel commiserated. “Are you going to miss me in this bed and that shower of yours?”
“About as much as you’ll miss me . . . why can’t I come then?” Spike pouted.
“I need you here, Spike.” Angel sighed heavily. “I don’t expect you to like Buffy. But, I don’t trust that army punk she’s dating either.”
It was breaking Angel’s heart to have to leave him. But, there was no telling what Darla would do to his boy if she saw him after the way she and Angel parted in that abandoned water tank.
“So, you trust that I’m not going to do anything . . . reckless when you leave me all alone with a Slayer?” Spike asked curiously.
“You have a great sense of self-preservation. I’m sure you’ll rely on it,” Angel replied.
“Would rather have you here,” Spike pouted. “It’s not preserving me that you should be worried about. I told you: I’ve got it out for her.”
“Spike,” Angel groaned. “I have that damnable law firm to deal with. I can’t leave the crew to deal with it themselves. I’m surprised Cordy waited this long to call. I’m trying to protect you.”
Spike pouted, “You’ll be hiring a childe-minder next.”
Angel chuckled. “I will, will I?”
He got up and showered alone, leaving Spike to stretch out in the place he vacated. A little while later, Angel came out dressed. He packed up his clothes and walked to the door with Spike following wearing only the top sheet from the bed. When they got to the garage, Spike saw Angel’s defenses literally fall into place. His Sire was back to being the hardened savior of puppies and soccer moms. The blonde vampire followed suit, closing off any visible emotion and went to open the garage door.
Angel dropped his duffel bag into the back seat and slid behind the wheel. “Watch your back, Spike. I’ll call when I get back to L.A. and if you need me for anything: to talk, to unload,” Angel smirked at his next suggestion, “To cum. You have my number.”
“Yeah, talk to you soon, Angel,” Spike replied just as coolly as he walked back to the car.
A meaningful look passed between them before Angel backed out and drove away. Spike closed the garage door and went back inside the mansion. |
