Hollowman
by SpikesKat
"Angelus!"
"Spike!"
"I'll be damned!
"I taught you to always guard your perimeter," Angelus commented.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should have someone out there."
"I did," Spike replied, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "I'm
surrounded by idiots. What's new with you?"
"Everything."
"Yeah. Come up against this Slayer yet?" Spike questioned.
"She's cute. Not too bright, though. Gave the puppy dog 'I'm all tortured'
act. Keeps her off my back when I feed!" Angelus laughed as if the thought
were funny – a slayer actually falling for the ensouled demon routine.
Spike laughed with his sire, commenting, "People still fall for that Anne
Rice routine? What a world!"
Held in a headlock by the dark-haired vampire, Xander struggled to be free.
The spur-of-the-moment plan having taken a horrible turn for the worse.
"I knew you were lying. Undead liar guy."
"Wanna bite before we kill her?" Angelus asked,
as if the boy he held tight within his grasp were just a meal waiting to be had.
"I haven't seen you in the killing fields for an age." Spike
cocked
his head to the side, regarding his elder.
"I'm not much for company."
"No…. Not the way I remember it. Seem to remember otherwise,
you and me, when the girls were off on their own." The blond-headed
vamp circled his pseudo-sire, amber eyes lingering over the dark clothing that
molded to his slightly larger frame. Spike liked the black on him.
Made him want to rip each article off piece-by-piece and expose the pale, hard
body hidden within. Sensing the minions that had come to stand behind him,
Spike sent them off with a barked order to hunt down the slayer – his eyes
never leaving Angelus.
With the others gone, Spike regarded the prize held within his grandsire's
hands. Like old times, it was…sharing a meal before they clawed at each
other's bodies. Fangs and claws tearing into each other, the pain as their
flesh bled a delicious foreplay that would have them fucking each other for
hours. Spike's cock strained against his jeans as images came to him –
Angelus slamming into his ass, twisting his hips in such a way as to brush
against his prostate, the deliberate movement causing Spike to see stars…or
not, if his grandsire was feeling especially evil; fangs buried so deep in his
neck, it was a wonder Dru's marks weren't obliterated by the male vamp, each
pull of blood by Angelus' lips causing his cock to twitch, never mind the
other's hand that pumped Spike's length in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.
Spike could see that Angelus remembered too. Noticed the elder vamp's
nostrils as they flared suddenly, having caught wind of his own desire.
His need.
Angelus struck first, burying his fangs in the boy's exposed throat, gulping
huge quantities of blood as his lust consumed him. Spike wasn't far behind
– mere seconds actually – his hand closing over the whelp's mouth to stifle
his cries as he joined his grandsire. No sense calling attention to their
actions. The slayer soon forgotten as they quickly drained the boy and let
him drop to the floor between them.
Then they were on each other.
Fangs tearing into lips and tongues as they wrapped their arms about the other's
neck. Their bodies straining to get closer, ever closer. Memories of
what they'd done to each other, could do to each other – gone cold through the
decades – flared to life between them.
Spike found himself shoved up against the wall, the protective embrace of his
grandsire wrapped around him as clothes were shed with all possible haste.
At the last moment, the blond-headed vamp realized where he was. And
although no prude, by any means, his
joining with Angelus would not be interrupted. Removing one hand from the
large vamp's body, he grasped frantically behind him for the doorknob.
He nearly forgot his quest when the other vamp closed his mouth around one of
his nipples, fangs piercing flesh to draw small amounts of blood into his mouth.
At his groan of pleasure, Spike could feel Angelus smile around his prize, and
he renewed his attempt to provide them with a modicum of privacy.
Angelus finally released his nipple, allowing Spike to clear his head and
concentrate for a moment. Only a moment. Just the space in time it
took for him to switch to the other, giving it the same painful attention.
Fangs and lips drew intricate patterns on and around the hardened peak and the
younger vamp was ready to say sod it all, and let Angelus have his way with him
right there.
Against the wall.
Where anyone might happen by…even the slayer.
Fuck!
Spike was never so happy as when his hand closed around the knob. He gave
it a sharp twist, and then the pair were tumbling backwards. Falling to
the floor in various stages of undress, unmindful of the hard surface beneath
them.
Nothing mattered to them but the feel of the other.
The final scraps of clothing fell away, nothing standing between them as they
lay flush against each other upon the floor.
'So long,' Angelus thought to himself as he lay motionless atop Spike.
`So long since I've felt my boy beneath
me.' He groaned as the blond-headed vampire bucked beneath him,
desperate for some type of friction. He felt the same way. No way
this first time was going to be slow. Savored.
No…
Spike was of the right mind.
Fast and furious to slake their initial lust. Something to tide them over
until they could move the show to somewhere – anywhere – the slayer wasn't.
Climbing off of the younger vamp, Angelus sat on his haunches and waited a
moment for Spike to turn over and shift to his hands and knees – something the
vamp did with surprising speed.
Too desperate to be buried to the hilt inside his grandchilde, Angelus did no
more than position himself at the other's ass then ram home, sheathing his
length in one fell thrust. Spike let out a roar, half pain, half pleasure.
Yet, even as he yelled his torment, the blond-headed vamp thrust his hips back
upon Angelus' cock – when the other would have waited a moment to allow him to
adjust to his invasion.
"Bloody hell, Angelus! Move already," Spike groaned in despair.
His body teetered on the edge, the feel of the other vampire buried so deep
inside his anal passage – something he'd never thought he'd feel again.
It felt right. Angelus' body draped over his, cock filling him to near
bursting, while one hand pumped his engorged shaft. Spike felt his
grandsire's fangs hovering over Dru's marks, and sometimes he wondered if
Angelus bit him there on purpose…as if he was jealous of his own child for
finding Spike first.
It caused the younger vamp to grin in delight, before his mouth formed that
silent "o" at a particularly deep thrust.
Harder and harder it went, until Spike was sure his knees were skidding across
the cool floor. He arched his back, tilting his head to the side as he
waited for Angelus' bite. The raspy tongue as it worried the scars in the
hollow of his throat caused his cock to twitch in the elder's hand.
"Angelus…" Consumed with lust, he didn't care that he was
practically begging. He just wanted release.
That final kiss that would send him over the edge…
"Fuuuuuuck!" Spike roared. As Spike shot his load on the ground
beneath him, Angelus flooded his anal passage with his own release.
Momentarily spent, the two lovers collapsed to the cool floor.
They lay there, neither moving for a space of a moment. Then two.
Until finally, Angelus pulled free and hauled the younger vamp back into his
arms.
"I missed you, me boy," Angelus told his grandchilde, his Irish burr
thick with emotion as he nuzzled the younger vamp's neck.
~*~
"…..never were. So, why're you so scared of this
Slayer?"
Angel shook himself. The images had been so vivid, it took him a moment to
realize where he was…and who he was talking to. His grandchilde, nay,
his childe. True, he'd been turned by Drusilla, but it had been he that
had shaped the young fledgling. Something akin to pride swelled within him
at the sight of the blonde-headed
vampire. He'd become what Angelus made him. A killer. Bent on
one purpose, and one purpose only.
To kill.
"Scared?" Angel asked, resuming his ruse as if nothing were amiss.
God, if only…