Pairing: S/A
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Early Season 4 (Buffy); Early Season 1 (Angel). Spike has been chipped.
Setting: Our two favorite vamps awaken to face the consequences of getting intoxicated together. (Hindsight's 20/20). <> Indicates thoughts.
Disclaimer: Not mine, but oh how I wish.
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~Part: 6~
A slow realization hit the blonde vampire as he awakened. One, his head was exploding. Two, he was naked, which isn't a bad thing. And lastly, that he was curled up around a large body, which again is not a bad thing unless that body is…
"Oh, shit!" Spike muttered silently as he looked up into the face of his sleeping sire.
<Okay, what the hell happened? I remember drinking a lot! I remember Angel drinking a lot! Okay, established that. Somehow made it back to the room. Check! Sucked off my Sire…Fuck!>
Slowly, the events of the previous evening trickled through his mind. Every scene replayed in slow motion. He couldn't deny that it had felt wonderful being with Angelus again. <Angelus!?>
Spike didn’t scare easily, but the thought of his nutball Sire's alter ego sent a cold chill down his spine. Not the Angelus Spike knew and loved, but the maniac that returned to Sunnydale last year that made his unlife a living hell. Spike peered up again to look into the dark vampire's face as if to see if he could detect any evilness just by looking at Angel's sleeping face. <Nope, ponce looks the same.>
<Ponce? Holy Fuck, I buggered Angelus! And he asked for it! And I loved it!> Spike’s sharp-planed face broke into a Cheshire cat smile at the thought only to be replaced by an extremely pensive look.
<Shit, I'm going to die!>
Spike concluded when he thought of what his sire would do when he realized what had happened the night before. <I gotta get outta here!> Spike slowly tried to unfurl himself from Angel's embrace, trying not to wake the older vampire. He succeeded in extracting himself from Angel's muscular arms and eased himself away from the slumbering form only to have Angel roll over and pull him back in even tighter.
<Bullocks!> Spike thought as he felt Angel stir, realizing that the older vamp was waking up.
Spike quickly snapped his eyes shut, feigning sleep, hoping against hope that it wouldn't be his last action.
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Angel stirred only to realize that he had a splitting headache. <Should not have drunk that last bottle!> he thought as he moaned softly. He raised his arm to fling it across his eyes blocking out all light from the day peeking through the drawn curtains. Angel slightly stretched and came to the shocking conclusion that he wasn't alone in the bed and that his ass had been invaded by a two by four.
His eyes snapped open to see a wild array of platinum curls gracing the head of his sleeping childe. <Spike!> A silent movie started in Angel's mind slowly replaying the events of the previous evening.
<Bar. Drunk. Drunk with Spike. Stumbling. Headjob. Asking Spike to fuck me. Spike doing it. Me liking it. Oh, shit!>
Angel peered down into the sleeping face of his childe. Staring in amazement at how completely innocent and angelic the man looked. Panic started to form.
<What’s he going to do when he realizes what happened?>
Angel had missed Will, that fact was extremely evident. Even though the events of last night were blurry at best, Angel knew the deep feeling of contentment that he felt wasn't misplaced. That the bond that had been reestablished had been sorely missed by the souled vampire. He knew that now, more than ever, that he didn't want to leave Will ever again. Gods, how he had missed this! Waking up wrapped around his favorite childe after a night of passion. The sweet smell of arousal and spent passion hung in the air. Angel breathed in deeply committing the smell to memory. Unconsciously, his arms tightened around Spike.
Angel held an unneeded bated breath as he felt the younger vampire stir against him, obviously awakening.
<Here come the fireworks.> Angel thought dejectedly.
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Spike slowly raised his eyes to meet the gaze of his sire. <If I'm gonna die, might as well get it over with.> One blue eye popped open to meet a deep brown stare. <No yellow eyes. Plus there.> Spike gingerly opened the other eye to search the handsome face of the older vampire, silently searching for any indication of Angelus.
Angel's eyes traced every plane of the blonde's face taking in each beautiful line of his childe's face. He waited for the explosion to hit when Spike actually realized he was naked in Angel's bed. His body tensed for the impending war that was bound to descend.
With a tight voice, Angel asked softly, "Do you remember what happened last night?"
"Kinda fuzzy. You?" Spike asked tensely.
"Parts." Angel murmured.
Spike took a deep unneeded breath and broached the subject that was weighing heavy on his mind.
"Are you him?" Spike's asked slowly as he prepared himself to leap away from the dark vampire.
"Huh? Who?" Angel said as confusion crossed his handsome features.
"Angelus." Spike said as he tried to extract himself from the entanglement of Angel's body.
"What? No, why would you ask that?" Angel stared at the blonde incredulously.
"You know, curse. Perfect happiness. Ringing any bells here, Peaches?" Spike rolled his eyes and relaxed back on the pillow.
"The curse? No, Spike. I'm me. Angel. No perfect happiness." Angel relaxed and put his arms behind his head. Relief flooded Angel as he realized that Spike was only skittish about the thought of Angelus returning, not what actually happened.
Spike opened and shut his mouth several times trying to form words. He suddenly sat up flailing his arms and huffing in indignation. "What? I can't give you perfect happiness? Not good 'ol Spike? He's just a low-life, demon can't be worth a moment of perfect happiness." The blonde's voice rising with each word that was spoken. Angel was shocked by the younger man's sudden outburst. <He's lost it. Maybe he's spent too much time with Dru.>
Spike continued to rant. "Bleedin' hell, I'm not a bad bloke. I aim to please and all that rot. Why in the fuck couldn't give you perfect happiness?" The blonde's raised into a furious yell by this time. "Stupid ponce, bloody nancyboy..." Spike rained every possible insult down on the dark vampire. Angel was suddenly hit with the realization of why Spike was so upset. "Spike" Angel said loudly trying to placate the angry blonde.
"Stupid Irish potato fucker."
"Spike"
"Sure seemed like perfect happiness when I was blowing your-"
Angel grabbed Spike's face and slammed his mouth onto the younger demons effectively cutting off any further insults to his heritage. The souled vampire ravished the blonde's mouth forcing his tongue beneath the perfect blunt teeth to fill and taste Spike's mouth. The British vampire moaned into the bruising kiss as all anger flew from his mind. Angel continued the passionate onslaught until Spike relaxed into his hulking frame. As he broke the kiss, he held tight to the younger man's face and looked deeply into his eyes.
"Will, the curse isn't effective on other demons. You...This makes me very happy." Angel whispered close to Spike's lips accentuating each word with a nibble to the pouting mouth. "My soul is safe with you."
Spike looked pensive for a moment as he tried to comprehend what his sire was trying to say. All he could think of was Angel's mouth on his and how even more wonderful it felt sober. Angel grinned as he watched Spike try to compose himself while fighting the raging erection tenting the sheet draped across his waist.
"Well, I knew that. I was just testing you, Poof." Spike shrugged nonchalantly and relaxed once again against the pillows. Angel's smile widened as he heard Spike's defense mechanism kick in. <Always with the sarcasm!> Angel thought as he shook his head at his childe's behavior. Even a hundred years couldn't change the cocky Brit. That's one of the qualities that drew Angelus to William in the first place.
Angel glanced to the curtains covering the windows and could tell that it was almost sunset. He turned to Spike to see the blonde light up a cigarette and inhale the heavy smoke. "Guess we should get going. I need to get back to LA."
"Yeah, guess so." Spike mumbled as he picked at the black nail polish adorning his fingers. Angel could sense the tension rolling from his childe of meeting up with Angel's team at Angel Investigations. The last time Doyle or Cordelia had seen Spike was when he had Angel trying to get the Gem of Amara.
"Will, it will be okay. I'll explain everything to them. Trust me?" Angel questioned as he placed a hand comfortingly on Spike's thigh. Spike simply stared at the hand gently squeezing his leg and slowly raised his head to give Angel a look full of passion and want.
"Still a little while till sundown, right?" Spike questioned with raised brows, his tongue pressed against blunt teeth.
"Yeah, about 30 minutes by the look of things." Angel smiled evilly fully realizing where his child's mind had traveled.
"How 'bout we try out that 'perfect happiness' clause again?" Spike whispered as his lips descended to meet his Sire's.
"Gladly." Angel moaned as they collapsed back onto the bed in a tangled heap.