Website: http://www.livingindreams.co.uk
Fandom(s): BtVS - AtS
Genre (general, hetero or slash) Slash
Pairings/Characters: S/A
Rating: NC17
Warnings: m/m sex
Acknowledgments: This is a gift for Mistress Eve. Hurt was the first part and now comes Comfort. It comes to you with my love, Mistress.
Summary: The Boys were upset following their return from Rome and the awful Immortal business...and Spike went to his Sire for comfort.
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Spike gently lifted his dazed Sire and cradled the body against his own. He stroked the bloodied face, unaware that he crooned softly.
His ministrations finally broke through his Sire's wooziness.
Angel opened one eye; the other had swelled shut. "Childe?"
"I'm so sorry, Sire. So sorry."
Angel lifted his hand to his Childe's cheek, gently caressing it even as he grimaced with the pain it caused him. "Feel better?"
Angel's reaction made Spike feel even worse. "No...yes...I..." Confused by how he felt, Spike gathered his bleeding Sire up in his arms, his vampire strength enabling him to carry the larger vampire in his arms over to the bed he had so recently been dragged from.
He laid Angel gently on the black sheet, wincing with him as the beaten Vampire closed his good eye in pain.
Running into the bathroom Spike rummaged around for the things he needed, bring a washcloth, a towel and the some bandages and stuff he found in the closet.
When he got back to the bed he looked down at the damage he had done to his beloved Sire. The beautiful face was marked with several bruises and there were cuts on his forehead, cheek and lip. One chocolate brown eye was completely closed, the other looking up at Spike with no hint of anger or blame in its dark depths.
When Spike surveyed the gorgeous body, he drew in an unneeded breath. He had left many bruises on the pale flesh, particularly around the ribs and abdomen. He felt ashamed and sickened with himself at what he had done to the man he loved. Shit! Did he just think that?
Well it was bloody well true. He did love his Sire and he had punched and kicked him until he was black and blue and bloodied. Because he was angry with Buffy. The thought sickened him.
Trying to stem the tears that threatened to blur his vision, he set about trying to clean his Sire. He carefully wiped the blood from Angel's face, dragging a moan of pain from the pale lips. "Sorry, Sire," he mumbled abjectly.
Angel laid a hand on Spike's hand as if in reassurance, looking at him through his open eye.
Spike cleaned and bandaged his Sire, using paper stitches where the cuts and gashes were deep. He knew that with vampire healing the wounds and bruising would be almost gone in a couple of days, but that didn't mean his Sire wasn't suffering now.
When he had finished he brought forth his demon and sank his fangs into one of his wrists before placing it over Angel's mouth. As he felt his injured Sire drink slowly from the wound without transforming into his demon he felt the familiar arousal in his groin. He always did when his Sire drank from him and he knew Angel would have the same reaction. Glancing down at the naked body Spike was not surprised to see his Sire's penis becoming increasingly erect.
God! He wanted his Sire so badly now. He could feel the tightness in his jeans and shifted uncomfortably. The movement, though slight, seemed to disturb his Sire and he moaned against the wound in Spike's wrist as he suckled.
"Sire?"
Angel's mouth left the wound that gave him the nourishment to assist his healing. "I want you, Childe. I want you inside me."
Spike could hardly believe his ears. As a Childe he had rarely topped his Sire; it was frowned upon in vampire society. But occasionally, in his soulless days, Angelus had allowed his Favoured Childe to fuck him just because he enjoyed it when he was in the mood.
Spike hadn't shagged his Sire for over a hundred years.
And now his Sire was offering his ass to him.
"You...what?"
"Make love to me, Childe."
"I...you want me...?"
Angel turned his head, wincing in pain, and gestured to the drawer in the night stand.
Spike swallowed; he reached over to open the drawer, rummaging around for what he assumed would be lube, though why his Sire kept it handy he had no idea. He'd have to ask him after they had...his hand found what it had been searching for and he placed it on the night stand as he climbed off the bed to get naked as quickly as he could. He didn't want his Sire to change his mind.
Angel smiled as his Childe stood over him, his pale body wiry and lithe and beautiful in the soft lighting.
"Kiss me, Childe?"
Spike could not resist an invitation like that. He climbed back onto the bed slowly to avoid his movement causing the dark-haired Vampire further pain. Leaning down he brushed the pale lips with his own, so gently out of respect for the cut lip, marvelling that this beautiful creature still wanted him after what he had just done. The kiss deepened and Angel sighed against his mouth, making Spike pull back. "Did I hurt you, Sire?"
Angel smiled. "No, Childe."
Spike suddenly realised the stupidity of his question. He had just beaten his Sire senseless and here he was asking if he had hurt him.
The creature on the bed was an entirely different animal to the one Spike had once roamed Europe with, killing and torturing and maiming. Spike had loved Angelus, but this was so different. They both had souls now.
He resumed the kiss, gently at first but with increasing passion, his tongue sweeping in and dragging an aroused whimper from the gorgeous mouth.
"I want you in me, Childe," Angel whispered when Spike broke the kiss.
"Yes, Sire," Spike breathed, eager to please his Maker. He reached for the lube and scooped out a generous dollop, swiftly coating his cock before he breached his Sire's anus with a slick finger.
"Oh, Childe!" Angel moaned at the pleasurable invasion.
Spurred on by the need in his Sire's voice, Spike inserted a second slick finger, scissoring his digits as he gently stretched and opened his Sire. When he was satisfied that he would not hurt Angel too much he moved between his legs, gently pushing the muscular thighs wide and positioned himself at the entrance to the sweet channel. The legs lifted higher and Spike moved forward, his cock pushing carefully into his moaning Sire.
When he was fully sheathed by the tight anal muscles he leaned in to kiss his Sire softly on the mouth. "I love you, Sire."
Angel's good eye had been closed as Spike had breached him, the slight burning pain at the invasion soothed by the sheer pleasure of having his Favoured Childe inside him. He opened the dark brown orb and gazed up at Spike with love. "I love you too, Childe."
Spike gently thrust into his beloved Sire, not wanting to indulge in more violent vampire sex; the time for violence had passed. As he made love to his Sire, their cocks brushed together with each gentle thrust, making Angel moan and whimper with each soft touch.
Spike looked down at the bruised and battered face of his Creator, and suddenly his feelings for Buffy evaporated. This was what he had craved for so long. Had he truly sought a soul for the Slayer? Or did he need a soul before he could truly appreciate his beautiful Sire.
He felt his balls lift and tighten and saw the moment of release on his Sire's face as he showered his own belly with his cum.
That was the only signal Spike needed. His mouth opened and a breathy "Sire!!!" escaped his lips as he filled the clenching channel with his own cold seed.
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The Vampires lay entwined in the afterglow. Spike gently kissed the top of the dark head. "I love you, Sire. Only you. I never truly loved Buffy. She was just a substitute because I couldn't have you."
Angel looked up into his Childe's blue eyes. "I will always love Buffy, Childe." He blanched a little at the hurt in his Childe's eyes. "But not like I love you. You will always be my Favoured Childe, my William. Buffy wasn't my first love. You were. And you always will be."
Spike pulled his healing Sire closer, cradling the pale and bruised body closer as the two sated Vampires drifted into sleep.
THE END