There is an ancient legend which tells of The Angel of Birth. It is said
that while a child rests in its Mothers womb, he
possesses all the knowledge in the Universe. But, at the moment before
birth, this Angel comes to the child, and puts a
finger to his lips. At that instant, the child forgets all things.
Thus, he is born into this world a helpless infant.
In the moments the angel stood in Hell with the vampire, the knowledge
was both given and revoked. The vampire was
given memories of, and healed from his suffering in Hell.. He forgot
it all as soon as the fingertips brushed his lips.
He would remember that he was. Who he was. What he was. All of his prior existence.
Regarding Hell, he would remember only that he had been. But he would have
no recollection of a solitary moment from
the time Buffy stabbed him in front of the awakened demon Acathala,
until he awoke to find her standing over him,
after what for him was five centuries later.
The memories that would have been too unspeakable to carry...the
recollections that
would simply not have allowed Angel to ....*be*....were gone.
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Even in demonic form, Spike froze at the sound of the hideous scream. The
truth occured to him. <<No wonder hes
gone round the effin bend...he never remembered any of this before>>
The angel had taken it away. The angel who had whispered his name, and touched him gently....
The angel who had a death hold on his throat and was...chanting at him
with a British accent....and was ......*fucking*
him...?!
Angel blinked. Several times.
::Spike?!:: His voice was strange in his own ears. It hurt. Last thing
he remembered, he had been in his apartment...and
Spike had been tied to the ceiling, bleeding and... Ah, shit. Was
this brand of instant Karmic retribution reserved only
for immortals?
Spike nearly fell over backward in his speedy effort to disentangle himself from his Sire.
::Angelus...youre...you all right?::
Angel nodded slowly and sat up, sorting through the jumble of emotions
pounding an erratic drumbeat within him. He
was confused, tired, and sore, but mostly, he felt vaguely...dissatisfied.
He realized suddenly where the last sprang
from, as he watched the play of uncertainty and apprehension slither
across his Childes features.
Spike was sitting several feet from him now, and eyeing him warily. :Spike::,
he repeated, holding out his hand, and for
the first time noticing the long, almost auburn locks. ::Will::,
he smiled. ::Nice hair.:: He caressed the soft strands
tenderly.
Spike felt a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. ::Yea, well you oughtta
see yourself. Looked like bloody Ghandi in
drag. What with the makeup and all.::
Angels smile broadened. ::You got the same, little one. War Paint it looks like.::
Involuntarily, Spike shuddered at the invocation of the old pet name. It
meant he was forgiven his trespasses. He
touched his own face to find the same striped pattern Angel wore.
::Essence::, he murmured.
::What? Whos? What...do you mean?:: Angel looked at him expectantly.
::Essence Demon, thats what the Catalyst was made for. Youre hosting it.
This...all this...is a manifestation of your
fears, dreams, beliefs...your *Essence*.:: Spike clarified
briefly. There was so much more to be explained, to be
said, ...but he found he did not have the energy for details just
yet. He felt... wholly drained. There was in fact, only one
thing he wanted, but now, that was completely out of the question.
::So this isnt real then?:: Angel queried....obviously only more confused by Spikes attempt to simplify their situation.
Spike sighed. ::Dunno... It certainly felt real....:: the words unbidden, but deeply meant.
Angels gaze dropped to Spikes lap, and his still aroused member. He was
making quite a chivalrous, if
uncharacteristic, effort to hide his discomfort. But it was plainly
visible.
::Why did you stop, then?:: Angel asked softly. Spikes blue eyes flew to his Sires face.
::Because...because...:: was all he could manage in reply to the unexpected question....
<<.invitation?>>
::Come here, Will.:: the voice gentle, certain. Irresistible.
Then he was in his Sires lap, and a pair strong hands held him firmly in
place, as if worried he might once more slip
away. ::Finish what you started, Will.:: the words whispered against
his mouth, as the tip of a pink tongue probed the
moist depths.
Spikes mind spun with the implications. There was nothing on earth, heaven
*or* hell he wanted more at this second
than to bury himself deep inside of Angel again. This time he would
not stop; oh no, this time he would fuck the man
until his eyes popped out of his head. But something gave him pause.
Aware that Angel now recalled everything that
had happened, in the apartment, and in Hell, he wanted no portion
of further torturing the vampire.
::I dont want to be your instrument of punishment, Angel. If this is some
sort of bizarre form of self-flagillation, I dont want
any part of that....::
Spike said quietly, then regretted the words instantly as a pained look
crossed his Sires face.
Angel took a breath. ::Thats not it, Will. I just....I just want to do
this with you.....for you...And...I want something to replace
those memories...can you do that for me? Would you? P-please.::
It was the final falter that did him in. The wavering in the voice that
generally would do no such thing. In answer, he lay
Angels unprotesting body once more down upon the hard surface of
the cool, marble floor.
Spike began his ministrations on the sensitive neck, nibbling easily, not
even drawing blood, leaving a trail of only
kisses down the now panting chest, onto the firm abdomen, and lastly
the parted thighs. Angel moaned softly, once,
when Spike took his cock into his throat, then again was silent as
the head above him began to move up and down
over his aching shaft.
Spike held his Sires cock firmly at the base, and swallowed the remaining
flesh to the back of his throat. Angel
hearkened back to when they had first made love in this incarnation,
mere weeks ago. He had had this same sense
of being ..adored ...worshipped. It was intoxicating. It made him
want to weep.
It wasnt what he wanted.
::William::::, he began...and the slippery mouth on his pulsing shaft
stilled. He pulled at the dark head, searched for the
cobalt eyes; then his voice was measured, careful.
::Fuck me::.
He watched with a tiny bit of amusement as the smaller man swallowed, hard, and without a sound.
Then there were fangs on the softest part of his belly, and blood spurting
first into the eager mouth, and then a pair of
shaky hands rubbed the liquid over every part his lower body. Those
same hands once again coated the ample cock
which strained between his parted legs. Spike had needed no prelude
to be ready for this.
Angel had no time to wonder if he was going to have to make the request
more than twice. Spike filled him completely
with one swift movement, just as he had earlier. Only this time,
Angel had the benefit of being an active participant. He
thrust his hips forward to meet the inital stroke, and the vampires
groaned in unison as the illustrious coils of pleasure
tugged them together, then apart.
Angel watched in awe as William set a quick pace, his face a shivering
visage of human-demon hybrid. Angel
surmised his own face looked similar, and wondered mindlessly how their
*Essences* included their beasts....
<<You think too much>> Angel heard inside the blood rush, and he
grinned up at his lover. <<Gonna fix that...>> he
heard then. And moaned in ecstasy as the thrusting found his most
sensitive spot, and centered there....forcing
him higher and higher...until there was no thought, no memories,
nothing but the rapture of being whole again and
mindless fucking.
His screams of pleasure did the most delightful dance along these walls,
Will thought, until he realized he was
screaming too.
When he finally collapsed across Angel in a sated and sweaty heap, he
realized something else. He had been afraid of
commiting this act. But no lightening had struck him down. No grand
paradgim shift had occured They were still...who
they were. Spike still recognized the Sire in this relationship.
Angels choice to submit to him, to give himself over
willingly and completely, had been just that, a choice. If anything,
it served to heighten their connection. He had lost
nothing.
Spike wasnt aware he was trembling until Angel reached an arm across to
still him. Without words, he understood.
::Youre not going to lose me, Will. Not now, not ever.::
Spike just nodded, and rested his head across his Sires chest. They were
in the initial twilight of slumber, when they
heard the song. Spike recognized it now...the one that had haunted
him since his arrival into Angelbrain-land.
+++Playmate, come out and play with me
And bring your dolly three Climb up my apple tree Slide down my rainbow
Into my cellar door And well be jolly friends
Forevermore +++
It was a song hed heard daily for over a century. It was a song hed heard
when he took the virginity of the only woman
he ever considered giving his heart to. Literally, and on a platter,
if shed asked.
Angel recognized it too, and both vampires sat up with lightening speed,
as the sweet voice singing the lyrics seemed
to draw closer to the spot where they lay.
Then she was standing above them, and shaking her finger. ::Naughty, boys. You started without me!::
The men opened their mouths in unison.
::Druscilla.::
End Within You Part 10c