"Doyle?" Angel called from the bedroom.
"I'm comin', man!" The Irishman called
from upstairs.
"Speakin' of which, the headachy kid
gotten lucky lately?" Spike asked from
the couch in the living room.
Angel sighed. "I think that's his business.
But he has his sights set on
Cordelia."
"That I do." Doyle grinned from the
elevator. Angel felt horribly
embarrassed, but Spike didn't of course.
"Sorry for bein' so crazy earlier on,
mate. We good?" The blond vampire
hadn't stopped grinning since he heard he was going to be able to bite
again
"Yah sure, 'mate'." Doyle said, trying
to imitate Spike.
"Were you mockin' me?" He retorted in
a joking fashion.
"Maybe I was."
"Please! Stop!" Angel called from the
bedroom, not knowing they both had
huge grins on their faces. He simply thought his childe had made himself
another enemy.
"Sorry, Angel." They both chorused and
started laughing.
The older vampire strode into the room.
"Now calm down both of you, we need
to start."
"Oh right..." Doyle said hurriedly,
getting up off the couch and running to
the kitchen to retrieve his supplies.
Angel sat Spike down on the floor, cross-legged.
He traced a circle of
herbs around him and soon Doyle emerged with a mortar and pestle and
a giant
bundle of cinnamon sticks.
"You're not gonna take me out of the
oven when I'm golden brown, are you?"
Spike asked.
"Shh." Angel quieted him and opened
a big book. "Doyle..."
The Irishman sat down next to him and
laid the cinnamon sticks out. "Go
ahead. I'm ready."
"Spike?" Angel asked him.
The peroxide blond smiled and looked
at his sire, his thanks evident in his
eyes. "I'm always ready to become evil again, pet."
"Okay then, let's go." Angel took an
unneeded breath and stood up. He first
recited a few words in Latin, followed by some sprinkling of herbs
and
walking a full circle around Spike. Doyle, meanwhile, had ground the
cinnamon and blew it from his hand onto Spike from every angle possible
until it was all gone.
Spike watched it all with amusement
until slowly he felt a tiredness
growing inside him and a sense of eerie calm. He closed his eyes and
for the
first time in over a century felt himself growing warmer. But then
suddenly
he felt a huge stabbing pain in his chest and he cried out in agony,
falling
to the floor. Slowly the pain subsided and he opened his eyes.
He saw Angel and Doyle were finished,
but he was barely focused, because
there was suddenly a very big difference. He had a heartbeat. Placing
a hand
over his chest, he felt the faint pumping of his own dead, lifeless
heart,
in use once again. Looking up slowly, he saw his sire and he rose quickly.
"I'm 'uman." He said incredulously,
sticking his hand out in front of him
and seeing pinkish skin instead of pale white. "I'm fucking 'uman."
He
whispered again.
"You are." Angel agreed. It brought
back so many memories of when he first
saw him in that alley one night. His smell, his rosy cheeks...
"I am." Spike repeating, not removing
his eyes from his sire. This was
beyond comprehension. He felt so vulnerable, so breakable, and so damn
*hot*! He was used to being a cold corpse and now he felt like he was
on
fire. The thought of Angel's large, cool body pressed against his own
made
blood rush to his cock and he realized he was practically *burning*
down
there. Being a human was horrible!
Angel could smell his childe's arousal
and all that filled his brain was
the feel of the hot body, sweating and writhing under his own...
Spike was completely lost from the outside
world and took a step towards
his sire, focused on his deep brown eyes.
"Uh, fellas?" Doyle asked. Neither responded.
"Angel, are you gonna turn
'im now?" Still no answer. Suddenly seeing the obvious bulge in Spike's
pants, he backed off at a rapid pace. "Okay, I think I'll just leave
you two
to..." Doyle never finished his sentence because he bolted upstairs
as fast
as he could.
"Angelus." Spike said in a low voice,
still stalking closer to him.
"William." Angel replied in an equally
pleasure-laden voice. When the human
was close enough, he grasped his shoulders tightly and before he had
time to
think, he bore down on Spike's warm mouth, groaning as the human's
tongue
slid along his own.
Spike's hands were at the perfect level
to grasp Angel's ass and as he did
so, he pulled hard and both their straining cocks came into contact
with
each other. They moaned in unison and Spike ground his hips against
Angel's
as hard as he could. He slid his hands under the silk shirt frantically,
and
ran them over the large, cool expanse of skin in front of him. Finding
his
nipples, he teased them until Angel pulled back to remove his shirt.
He took
Spike's off in the process and as they moved to the bedroom, Angel
smiled.
Just the same as the first time. Except now Spike knew a little bit
more
about male anatomy than he did the first time around.
Which was most certainly a good thing.
"Off." Angel growled, pawing at Spike's
jeans. The mortal slid them off
speedily, his cock freed at last. The vampire grinned again and bent
down to
give it a lick. Spike swore loudly and arched his hips off the bed
into the
waiting mouth. So cold... so fucking cold...
Angel suddenly pulled back to remove
his own pants and to grab some lube.
"Turn over." He demanded, unscrewing the lid to the tube. Coating a
generous
amount on his cock, he slid a finger inside Spike. Then two. He started
thrusting with the fingers until Spike was humping the mattress madly,
pushing back into the digits as he moved. Angel removed his fingers,
but
didn't leave Spike alone for too long. Soon his arms were on either
side of
Spike's, and his head hung over the humans'.
His cock was just barely in him, and
he slowly licked Spike's warm neck.
"You want me in you?"
"Yes." Spike's answer was quick enough
to show it was more than want, it
was something akin to need.
"You want me to turn you?" Angel asked,
still licking his neck.
"Yes."
Without a reply, Angel suddenly thrust
inside him. They both gasped and
Angel started to move. As he steadily built himself up, he busied his
right
hand with Spike's arousal, making the mortal moan and thrust backwards
into
the vampire.
As Angel's orgasm grew, he shifted into
his vampire guise and pressed his
ridges into Spike's back. Finally reaching the pinnacle of his pleasure,
he
thrust once more and as he came, shuddering, Spike did as well beneath
him.
The vampire's fangs tore into his neck and he -literally- sucked the
life
out of his body. Spike moaned in pleasure and pain, pressing back into
Angel.
Finally Spike was too weak to hold them
up any more and he collapsed on his
stomach, Angel slowly removing himself from his neck. Slicing his wrist
quickly, he held it in front of Spike's mouth.
Spike eagerly drank until he eventually
passed out from the lack of blood.
Angel shifted back into his human guise and pulled himself off the
limp
body.
Smiling fondly at his childe, he pulled
the covers over his body and slowly
retrieved his own clothes. He put them back on, but stayed by Spike's
side
until he, too, drifted off - although *his* slumber wouldn't reveal
any
change when broken.