Pairing: S/A
Rating: NC-17 overall
Spoilers: Post 'Initiative'; Season 1 (Angel). Great liberties taken with each.
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~Part: 3~
Spike moaned as the blackness surrounding his consciousness cleared. His startling blue eyes snapped open to familiarize himself with his surroundings. He was facedown on a leather seat, obviously bound, and surrounded by a crimson sheet. From the gentle lull of the car, the blonde could tell that said car was obviously speeding along the freeway. Soft tunes of classical piano music drifted from the car speakers.
"Bloody Hell!" Spike muttered loudly as he realized just where he was and who he was with. The events of the previous hours pounding through his brain.
Angel stretched an arm along the front seat and turned slightly to view his wayward childe. He couldn't resist the sarcastic greeting.
"Mornin' Sunshine, sleep well?"
"Let me go, you soddin' poof!" Spike seethed as he fought against the rope that bound him from chest to toes.
"Don't think so, Spike." The cryptic vampire said with a casual shrug of his broad shoulders.
"Where the hell are you takin' me?" Spike asked cautiously.
"LA."
"Oh, the bloody hell you are! I am not going anywhere with you!" Spike bounced around the backseat struggling earnestly against his bonds.
"You don't have a choice, boy. You can't stay in Sunnydale, not now." The Irish lilt of long ago returned to Angel's voice.
Angel spoke with confidence that he didn't feel. He had no idea why Sunnydale was so dangerous for his childe, but he knew that it was.
Interestingly enough, his childe didn't supply a sarcastic retort to the statement. Spike's face clenched, the muscles in his striking cheekbones flexing repeatedly. He stared out the window at the night that fled past the window. Spike was torn at the conflicting emotions playing through his mind. On one hand, William relished the thought of clinging to his sire for protection; while to Spike his sire was the last person he would turn to for help. Spike remembered the torture Angelus had forced upon him during his sire's recent stay in Sunnydale. No, not his Sire! The demented bastard that returned to Sunnydale briefly wasn't his Sire. The Angelus William knew didn't even resemble the 'thing' that returned to himself and Dru.
Angel spied a small motel just off the freeway about 30 minutes outside of LA. He couldn't return to Angel Investigations until he thought things through. He had no idea what he was going to do with his Childe. Let alone explain his presence to Cordelia and Doyle. Angel pulled into the rundown motel and shut off the car. He turned to the bound vampire in the backseat.
"I'm going to get a room. We'll go on to LA tomorrow. Stay put, Spike." Angel said as he exited the car making his way quickly toward the neon 'office' sign. After a few moments, he returned to the car and grabbed a leather duffel bag and small cooler from the front passenger seat. Glancing around to make sure they weren't being observed, he opened the back door and grabbed Spike's arm, dragging him to their room. Angel quickly unlocked the door and shoved his captive inside. Glancing around again, he entered the room and closed the door.
Facing Spike, he pointed to the cooler. "Are you hungry? I have some blood bags in the cooler."
"Animal blood? No bloody thank you. I'd rather starve." Spike said turning away from his sire. The rumble in his stomach echoing through the room testifying that the blonde was lying.
"Its, its not animal." Angel said as he removed a bag from the cooler. "I have a friend at the blood bank. Any rejections they have, she saves for me."
"Well, in that case, break open the bag Pops!" Spike said with a sardonic smirk.
Angel rolled his eyes at one of the many terms Spike used to refer to him. He took out two bags and ran a sink full of hot water to warm the liquid.
"Ah, Peaches, you have to let me go in order to feed."
Angel glared at his child warily, clearly not trusting the blonde to not try and escape.
"Where the hell am I gonna go? I'm naked wrapped in a bloody sheet and its two hours till sunrise?" Spike said with a heavy sigh.
Against his better judgment, the dark vampire quickly released the younger man and stood back in a defensive stance just in case. A chuckle rumbled through Spike's chest at his Sire's action. The blonde rubbed his aching wrists and stood grabbing the sheet before it fell to the floor baring his name and address to the man before him.
"Bleedin' hell" The blonde murmured under his breath.
Spike grabbed one of the blood bags from the hot water as his face shifted revealing his true image. He effortlessly ripped into the bag draining it in seconds. He flung it into the wastebasket and wiped across his mouth with his forearm, reminding Angel of a mischievous child. He watched as Spike dropped the sheet and sauntered into the bathroom, his pale buttocks revealed to the dark vampire before the door slammed. Angel took an unneeded breath and slipped out of his duster. He waited until he heard the shower start before taking out his cell phone to call his co-workers.
"Cordelia, it's me."
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Yes, I'll be back tomorrow evening."
"Cordy, I'll explain everything when I get back."
"Cordy…Cordy, I can't talk now. I'll fill you in tomorrow." Angel dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling as his secretary continued to berate him over the phone for not calling earlier. With a heavy sigh, Angel continued.
"Cordy, now's not a good time."
"Tomorrow, I promise." He quickly made his good-byes as he heard the shower click off
A few moments passed and his childe appeared in the doorway of the bathroom clad in a white towel draped around his waist. With another towel, Spike furiously rubbed his hair creating a wild array of platinum curls.
Angel couldn't look away. He was spellbound by the beautiful man before him. His mind raced back to a time when he and William were inseparable. His mind flashed images of William beneath him as he ravished his body. He remembered long talks that stretched into the wee hours while the two vampires lay entwined in Angelus' bed.
"Take a picture, Peaches, it'll last longer." Spike smirked watching the emotions flit across the handsome face of his sire. Angel snapped out of his trance to suddenly find the pattern on the floor very interesting.
<What the hell are you thinking? This is Spike, not William! Not the man you fell in love with over a century ago. > Angel silently argued. His eyes once again took in the expanse of pale flesh as water dripped down Spike's tight abdomen. Suddenly, the room became very hot as the older vampire ran his fingers beneath his collar that had become increasingly tight. Spike watched his sire with growing amusement. He knew the thoughts that were going through Angel's mind. The smell of arousal hung in the air as Spike inhaled deeply taking in the musky scent permeating from the dark vampire sitting on the bed. A cruel smile broke across the blonde's chiseled features.
<So, the poof wants me. Interesting. Very interesting. This is gonna be fun. > Spike thought as he sauntered across the room to stand before his Sire.
"So, Peaches, you got any clothes for me or am I gonna have to run around totally naked the whole time." Spike smirked, running a slender hand down his chest to the towel surrounding his waist. Angel swallowed heavily as he looked up into the startling blue eyes of his childe. The dark vampire practically leaped off the bed and sped across the room to retrieve the bag he had brought in from the car. Angel rummaged around the inside of the bag and pulled out a pair of black silk boxers, extending them out to his wayward childe while focusing on the wall.
"Can you be any more of a nancyboy? You're off your bleeding rocker if you think I'm gonna wear those!" Spike looked at the offered clothing as if it were bathed in holy water.
"Spike, it's all I have for you to sleep in." Angel pleaded with his Childe.
Spike grabbed the boxers and ripped the towel from his body. The expletives flew from the blonde as he forced his feet into the legs of the shorts. Angel felt his undead heart skip a beat as he caught sight of the blonde's nakedness. He saw the long pale length of Spike's shaft protruding from a thatch of dark curls before the black silk was pulled into place. A fine sheen of sweat covered the face of the darker vampire.
<I didn't know vampires could sweat? > Spike chuckled to himself as he watched the open lust on the face of his Sire.
Angel internally shook himself out of his trance. Pulling a pair of navy silk pajama pants from the bag, Angel stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door. Spike squelched the laughter that threatened to bubble to the surface.
"Stay away from the fuckin' door, Spike!" Angel yelled through the oak door separating the vampires.
Spike searched the room until his eyes landed on his precious duster. He quickly searched the many pockets until his hands found the treasure he was looking for. His cigarettes! He lit one and inhaled deeply enjoying the smoke that spread throughout his dead lungs. He again searched through the pockets and withdrew a small silver flask filled to the brim with amber whiskey. Quickly unscrewing the cap, he downed half of the flask before rising to search through the bag Angel had brought into the room.
<Evil. Yeah, that's me! The Big Bad! > Spike smirked as he rummaged through the contents of his sire's luggage. He rolled his eyes at the rich fabric of the dark vampire's clothes. <Flamin' Poof.> He opened a bag of toiletries to find the average things like toothbrush, razor and of course, hair gel. The blonde found two pointed wooden stakes that forced a chuckle from the sarcastic demon. <A vampire carrying stakes! Priceless! > He continued to search until his hand closed around a slender piece of glass. <Bingo! > Spike thought as he pulled out a bottle of fine Irish whiskey.
The blonde vampire quickly finished draining his flask and broke the seal on the whiskey bottle. He took a huge swallow and grinned as it burnt a trail of fire into his belly. The bathroom door opened to reveal the huge frame of his Sire clad in only the silk pajama pants. Spike gazed at the broad shoulders and tight abdomen. He was lost in the beauty of the man before him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Angel bellowed as he strode forward to grab the whiskey bottle.
"HEY!" Spike bellowed in protest.
"Where did you get--You went through my bag?" Angel questioned as his eyes blazed yellow.
"Hello, EVIL!" Spike snorted and grabbed for the bottle. Angel raised it out of his grasp as Spike rose shakily from the bed trying to retrieve it. "Give it back, you tosser."
"Not until we've talked, Spike." Angel stared into the cerulean eyes of his childe.
"Let me have it and I'll tell you anything you wanna know!" Spike pleaded.
"Fine! Now talk." Angel said as he thrust the bottle back into the blonde's hands. Spike sat against the headboard of the bed and took a heavy draw from the bottle. He stared into the dark depths of his Sire's annoyed face waiting for the blonde to speak.
"What?" Spike asked defensively.
"What happened in Sunnydale?" Angel said lowly. "What happened to you?"
Spike looked away as he picked at the label on the whiskey bottle avoiding the penetrating gaze of the man seated on the bottom of the bed.
"Spike?" Angel questioned again.
The blonde raised his head unshed tears glittering in his eyes. "Don't want to talk about it." He sniffed.
"Spike, I can't help you unless I know what's going on." Angel pleaded afraid of the atrocities his childe would tell him.
"What do you want me to say? Do you want me to tell you of how they paralyzed me with their fuckin' guns? Or how they fed me drugged blood so that I would sleep through it? Or about all the experiments they did while I was fuckin' awake?" Spike's voice rose with every word that he said. "Or do you want to know how they stuck this bleedin' chip in my head so that I can't even be what I am?" Spike screamed as he threw back a large gulp of whiskey.
Angel's mind was numbed with the truth his childe was revealing. His heart clenched thinking of the torture that Spike had endured. He felt the demon inside him screaming to be released to avenge his childe. His mind raced to comprehend what Will was telling him.
"What do you mean, what chip?" Angel asked softly as he eased closer to the shaking blonde.
"A chip that won't let me hurt humans. I can't fight, I can't bite and I can't feed from a human. The fuckin' thing goes off if I even run into a damn human on purpose." Spike whispered as the tears ran unheeded down his chiseled face. He angrily wiped them away hating that his sire was seeing him break down, but the weight of the past few weeks was too much to bear.
Angel eased beside his childe as he felt his own tears threaten to fall. He eased an arm around Spike and pulled him against his side. He was relieved to feel Spike lean into him without resistance as the sobs broke the silence in the room. Spike couldn't refrain from the sobs that ravaged his body; he shook from the depths of his existence. He leaned into Angel's side and put his face into his sire's neck as his unneeded breath hitched. Angel's other arm reached around to envelop the small blonde and pull him onto his lap cradling his childe as he used to when something had upset William this badly. His voice crooned comforting words in both English and the long forgotten tongue of his homeland. Angel softly began to purr, the deep sound rumbling through his body so lowly that only a vampire's advanced hearing could pick it up. The sound enfolded Spike like a comforting blanket. He felt the tension in his small body melt away as he was held in the strong arms of his sire. Spike knew he should be disgusted by the weak nature that he was displaying, but it felt so good to be comforted by Angelus again.
Angel continued to purr until he felt the blonde's body relax completely. The dark vampire knew he had fallen asleep from pure exhaustion of not only the events that had happened to him, but also the confession to his sire. Angel eased them both under the blankets on the bed without breaking the hold he had on his childe. He settled into bed and arranged Spike at his side still enveloped in his arms. He pulled the blonde tightly against him and turned off the light. Sleep wouldn't befall the dark man until the sun started to peek over the trees. A part of him felt relief that another human wouldn't die at the hands of the monster he created. Another part of him felt sorrow for his childe not to be able to be what he was. A vampire. At last, he succumbed to the slumber his body screamed for.