Pairing: S/A
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Post 'Initiative', Early Season 1 of 'Angel'. Great liberties taken from both.
Disclaimers: Not mine, not that I wouldn't want to borrow them for a while.
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~Part: 4~
Two things that Angel became acutely aware of as he was forcefully awakened. First, an extremely pointed stake was pressed intimately over his undead heart. Secondly, his errant childe was straddling his waist holding said stake.
Spike couldn't resist throwing his Sire's sarcastic retort back at him.
"Mornin' Sunshine. Sleep well?" The blonde sneered increasing the pressure of the stake that was dangerously close to piercing the darker vampire's chest.
"Spike!" Angel seethed through gritted teeth; his yellow eyes flashing.
"Just shut your gob and listen, mate." Spike sneered down on to the anger flashing over Angel's handsome features.
"I will not become your simpering 'boy' again, Angelus. I've played that role and it's over, understand? I may not have a choice in going to LA with you, but you don't own me! You gave up that right long ago. I will NOT obey you, nor will I be contributing to your little redemption attempt. Are we clear?"
"Crystal." Angel gritted out.
Spike's hand released the pressure of the stake pressed dangerously close to the older man's chest. He brought the sharpened wood down to his side and attempted to extract himself from his place on his sire. With a fierce growl, Angel knocked the stake away hearing it clatter to the motel room floor. He flipped Spike off of him and flung him face first into the bed. Angel quickly covered the blonde's body with his own in a movement that defied physics. He brought his dark head close to Spike's ear and whispered lowly.
"Now you listen, boy. Someone has forgotten what being a childe is." Angel sneered as he forcefully held his childe's hands down. "You do not tell me what I can or can't do when it comes to you. I AM YOUR SIRE, BOY! That means if I want you to lick my fuckin' boots, you will gladly and without comment." The demon housed in Angel's body slammed to the forefront as he ground his growing erection into his childe's tender buttocks. "If I want you in my bed, you'll be begging to be there. Are WE clear?" as he continued to grind himself against Spike to accent his commands.
"Get off, you fuckin' wanker!" Spike yelled as he tried to buck off the hulking body on him.
Angel quickly reached around the squirming blonde to grasp his childe's own growing erection as Spike bucked upwards. "Don't worry, boy, I will get off. You, on the other hand, may not." Angel gave Spike's crotch a hard squeeze forcing a hiss from the younger vampire. Angel stood removing himself from his childe's body. Spike jumped off the bed to stand in front of Angel squaring his shoulders and sneering at the older man.
Angel smirked as he glanced down to the tented boxers hanging from Spike's slender waist. "Always did get off on being dominated, didn't ya, Will?" Dark chocolate eyes met angry blue ones as Angel continued. "Comforting to see that some things will never change."
Spike snarled and leapt at the man before him. His anger growing to an all consuming fire engulfing him. Angry tears formed in his eyes as he pummeled his sire's broad chest. Angel grabbed his childe's flailing fists and pushed him violently against the door. Angel paused as he saw the crystal tears reflected in Spike's eyes. Before either man knew what was happening, Angel's mouth descended onto Spike's. The dark vampire's mouth crushed to his childe's as he kissed him savagely. Angel's tongue swept into the surprised blonde's mouth creating a dangerous sweeping rhythm. Spike moaned into his sire's mouth as he gave into the delicious sensations coursing through his lithe body. Angel flattened his huge frame against Spike's smaller one. His large hands cupped Spike's face bringing him impossibly closer to his fierce onslaught on the blonde's lips.
Spike's hands unconsciously wound around Angel's neck pulling the dark demon as close to himself as possible. Angel's hands roamed over the blonde's chest and traced around to Spike's muscular back. His huge hands massaged each inch of skin on Spike's back dipping to cup the younger vampire's buttocks and pull Spike's groin against his, forcefully grinding himself against his childe. The evidence of the men's desire and longing pressed intimately against each other. Both men couldn't restrain the sensual groans that echoed through each other's mouths as they continued to ravish each other. As their lips broke the kiss, their eyes met.
The spell was abruptly broken as both men jumped back from each other as if their skin were burning them alive. Deep unheeded breaths filled the room as the vampires continued to stare at one another.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Spike inquired incredibly.
"Will, I…" Angel stammered unsure of the right words to say. He had no idea what possessed him to kiss Will…Spike. The angry man standing before him did not even resemble William, the mortal that Angelus had become obsessed with over a century ago; nor Will, the young vampire chiller that Angelus had fallen in love with. The angry man before him was Spike, the vampire that hated Angel.
"Keep your bloody hands to yourself, mate. That chapter was written a long time ago, no reason to reread it." Spike eyed his sire warily. As the words fell from the blonde's lips, the lie left a bitter taste in his mouth. The one bright moment since Angelus regained his soul was the feeling of being in Angel's arms again. The betrayal of Angelus leaving long ago forced the words from the younger vampire. He angrily stalked to the bathroom and slammed the door. Only then, did Spike allow himself to sink to the floor, his platinum head falling into his hands as he gasped for breath his dead body didn't need.
Spike started at a gentle knock at the door. "Will, please, open the door." Angel pleaded softly. "We need to talk about this-"
"Nothing to bloody talk about, Peaches." Spike snarled, fighting himself to gain control of his raging emotions.
"Will, I…I don't know what made me do that. It felt, well, it felt right at the moment." Angel rested his dark head against the barrier between himself and his childe. "I'm sorry, Will. I was just trying to comfort you after everything that's happe-."
The door swung open as Angel stared at the furious childe standing before him. "COMFORT ME! COMFORT ME!" Spike screamed as his hands clenched at his sides. "I told you I'm not one of your souls to 'save'! I don't need your bloody comfort or pity or whatever the hell you're offering. Just leave me the fuck alone."
"I can't do that, Will. I made you, you're my responsibility." Angel said softly.
"I am not your fuckin' responsibility, Peaches! I'm not a puzzle piece in your atonement. I think you've done enough in my pathetic little life." Spike raged as he pushed by the hulking frame of his sire. Angel grabbed Spike's arm and pulled the younger man around to face him. Brown eyes flashed golden as a deep growl rumbled through the souled vampire.
"That's enough! I am your Sire, William. You need me; you can't feed or defend yourself. How am I supposed to just turn my back on you?"
"Don't know. Thought you'd be an expert on leaving by now." Spike smirked as a tortured look crossed the stoic face of his sire.
Angel looked heavenward as he slowly released a heavy sigh. He knew that this would be tough, trying to establish a relationship with Spike again, but he didn't realize just how tough it would be. Angel jumped as his cell phone rang. The dark vampire pulled the phone open and answered with a terse "Hello."
<Shit! > Angel thought as Cordelia's voice grated
through the phone threatening every possible bodily harm to the vampire.
Spike watched amused at his sire using modern technology.
Angel glanced through lowered lashes at his childe as he tried to listen to what the ex-cheerleader was screaming into the phone. He realized that he needed more time; he couldn't take Spike to LA until they at least came to some sort of truce.
"Cordelia, Cordy, slow down. Listen, I'm not going to be able to come back to the city today."
"Yeah, something came up. I'll be back tomorrow evening."
"Yes, I'm fine." "Cordy, I'll tell you everything when I get back, okay?"
Spike fell down onto the bed and flipped on the TV and flashed through the channels quickly. Angel folded the cell phone and slipped it into his trouser pocket. He cautiously sat on the bed across from his childe noticing the twitching of the blonde's foot silently conveying the blonde's hyperactive nature.
"You've gotta get me out of here, Peaches. I'm going crazy stuck in here." Spike said nonchalantly as he continued to flip through the channels.
"Spike, I don't know if we should leave the room. I don't know if I can trust you." Angel frankly admitted to the blonde.
"Now why would I want to leave such good company?" Spike sarcastically asked in mock sincerity.
Angel had to chuckle at his childe's attempt to soften the tense moments. "Can I trust you, Will?"
"I'm not going anywhere, Peaches. I may not want to be stuck here with you, but right now I don't have much of a choice."
Spike shrugged. "But if I don't get some booze and smokes, it's gonna get ugly!"
Angel's face broke into a rare grin. Over 100 years had passed since Angelus had turned William and the blonde hadn't changed a bit. Sure, the look had changed, but the priorities hadn't. Booze, blood, cigarettes and shagging; but not necessarily in that order. Even though Angel was slightly nervous about leaving the room with the unpredictable blonde, he thought a little excitement might help to heal some of the wounds between the two demons.
"Okay, but I have your word that you won't try anything?" Angel said searching Spike's face for confirmation.
"My word. Yeah, I promise." Spike huffed. "Can we just go already?"
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It wasn't hard to find a club this close to LA. The two vampires quickly entered the dimly lit bar not far from the motel. Spike went straight for a table near the back. Raucous, loud music pulsed inside the place as bodies moved closely on the dance floor. Spike ordered a bottle of Irish whiskey, knowing his sire like he did he knew that the brunette's mouth was practically watering at the thought of the stout liquid. The two vampires set in silence until a bottle and two shot glasses were placed between them.
Spike quickly filled both glasses to the rim with clear amber liquor. Sliding one towards his sire, Spike raised the glass. "To the fuckin' government and their bleedin' chips. And to my great Poof of a Sire for saving my sorry ass once again."
Spike drained the glass in one swallow. Angel watched silently and threw back his own glass hissing as the liquid burned a slow fire down his throat. Spike didn't waste a minute before refilling the glasses to the top again.
"What happens now, oh great Sire?" Spike smirked at the older vampire as he lit a cigarette drawing the smoke deep into his dead lungs.
"I don't really know. We need to find out more about these commando guys that did this to you. Find out all we can about the chip." Angel said as he threw back another shot of liquor. Spike immediately filled the glass again after draining his own glass.
"All I know is it gives you one hell of a headache if I try to hurt a human. I can't even get really pissed at somebody without the bleedin' thing setting up a marching band in my head." Spike said dejectedly. "I just want it gone." The blonde drained his glass again.
Angel was torn by the thoughts running through his mind. While true, he did feel pity for the man sitting before him that he was unable to feed, but felt a form of comfort knowing that his childe was no longer a threat to the human population. He decided to keep that view from Spike, knowing that it would cause anger that would disrupt this tentative truce the two men shared.
Angel felt the tingly feelings of the whiskey humming through his veins. It had been a long time since he allowed himself to get lost in the euphoria of alcohol. He watched his childe with hooded eyes as the blonde continued to drain the rest of the bottle. Angel silently motioned the bartender for another. Getting Spike drunk was probably not the smartest thing to do, the dark vampire thought. Spike had a tendency to become even more reckless while intoxicated, but Angel knew the younger vampire needed this after all that had happened to him.
Angel opened the new bottle of whiskey and filled both glasses to the rim. Spike looked blearily at his sire, surprised at this new Angel. Numbness soon overtook any cognizant thoughts as the alcohol sped through his veins. <Ah, comforting numbness! > thought the blonde as he drained his glass again.