Angel tumbled through the second story window and into the garden below,
landing in a pile of glass shards and roses.
He closed his eyes in anticipation of the pain as his back conected
with solid earth, and his bare skin was pierced by
dozens of pieces of glass, and what felt like no less than half a
large rosebush.
He opened his eyes again to the amused countenance of his male Childe.
Spike cocked his head and one eyebrow at
his battered, bloody Sire. ::Always with the dramatic entrances,
eh poof? This mean you change your mind and
decided to join us?::
Angel barely managed a nod at the mans unexpected presence, the feeling
of relief washing through his heart in swift,
generous waves making speech impossible. He gratefully accepted the
outstretched hand which aided him to his feet.
As he stood toe to toe with the smaller man, he simply forgot how
to restrain his emotions. He grabbed William in a
tight and desperate embrace, cradling the back of the auburn head
in his hands. Angel ran his fingers over the
smooth skin of Spikes back, his arms, his chest, touching him everywhere
he could reach without letting him go,
proving to himself that he was real. He was here. He was alive. (-ish).
He clasped the younger man once more to his chest, and squeezed. ::Oi!
Pet, What the fuck? Youre cuttin me to
ribbons here.:: Angel pulled away as he realized the small shards
and thorns were still embedded in his skin,
and acting as tiny daggers whenever he got too close to Will.
::Sorry,:: he murmured, continuing nonetheless to run his bloodied hands
over Spikes confused and oh so welcome
face. He was still looking to Angel for an explanation for the odd
behavior. Although whether it Angels diving out
a second story window into Drus roses or the sudden display of gushy
affection which was giving Spike pause, Angel
wasnt certain.
But Angel was not about to explain what he had seen earlier. He had no
idea where the vision had come from, whether
it was his own fear at work, or a sick manifestation of Drus desire
for revenge against him. But he knew one thing for
certain. He wasnt going to leave Spike alone with her.
Dru floated up to the pair of male vampires, her half nude form twinkling
in the inky black of the night. A lovely facade of
fragile beauty.
::Oh, my Angel, :: she cooed, ::youre hurt,:: her voice full of concern
as her face shifted into demonic form, and she
grabbed at his wounded wrist. Her fangs sunk into his bloody palm
before he could pull away, and she
suckled hungrily, holding onto his arm like a turkey leg and gnawing
on the flesh.
Dru had always been too - *Dru* to follow the Vampiric code of requesting
permission before drinking Sires blood.
She had always simply taken, with the unabashed arrognace of a deserving
child.
And this was the vision Angel held on to as she gulped from him. If he
was to protect Will, he would need to keep his
fears and motivations hidden. So he threw a shield around his earlier,
horrifying vision, and instead painted a
colorful mirage of thoughts and images for Dru to explore as she
fed. No lies, for she would sense these. Just a careful
reworking of his heart.
He showed her the innocence she once possessed, which had shone like a
beacon his demon could not ignore. The
aura of childlike simplicity and lust for the moment she continued
to display, even after he turned her. The
delicate, night blooming Orchid he had tried so hard to think of
her as, after hed regained his soul. He smothered the
possessiveness, the rage, the guilt, which had haunted him since
that time, and showed her only - the love.
He could love her. Not as he loved Buffy, surely. Not even as he loved
Will. But, here, now, as she was, he could give
her a moment of himself before it was time for her to -
Another pair of hands on Angels arm, gently pulling out the splinters of
glass and the thorns, and closing each wound
with the flick of a cool, pink tongue. A tug at Angels chest, and
he gasped, as Spike pulled a shard of glass the size of
a mans fist from just above his ribcage. He tossed it casually to
the ground, and knelt down, to lick at the open wound.
Then, two pair of small, demanding hands pushed the largest vampire to
the soft grass, and he lay back willingly,
watching as the moon stood still in the Spring sky. Fangs in his
arms, his chest, his neck, his belly, working the majik.
And soon, there was nothing else.
The duo of vampires was sucking and feeding and the roller coaster ride
Angel had grown to adore was coming in
double time. He was floating again, apart from his body, looking
down on the trio of white marble dieties in the grass. It
was only the pain which continued to radiate throughout his bones and his
skin which reminded him that he was
attatched to the one perfect, white body laying between the other
two. If he let himself, he could fly away fom that pain,
from that body, and could exist up here in the dark clouds....
{{Will }}
With a determined start, Angel rejoined his physical self, unwilling to
relinquish that much control, even for that much
pleasure. The bitter taste of his earlier dream still filled his
mouth. He reached for a soft, pliant form, uncaring whose it
was, and bared his fangs, eager to replace that taste with something
more palatable. Eager to replenish his strength,
sapped from the tag team feed. Eager to feel safe, to make a connection
with someone...something...
His quest was thwarted by hands tugging him upward, pulling him along toward
the fountain. Druscilla led the male
vamps through the tangle of brush, pulling off her skirts as she
did so, and Angel reached for his trousers, only
to realize he was no longer wearing any. Spike was between
them, and Angel noticed for the first time he was also
completely nude. The firm muscles of his white buttocks flexed and
relaxed as he ran through the vines to keep pace
with Dru. Angel flicked a tongue over his lips.
Dru climbed in the fountain first, extending a strong, tiny hand to help
her lovers up into the large stone bowl. Angel
fought back the feeling of dejavu the best way he could. He followed.
He scaled the fountain, and dropped into the
cool, moving water. It smelled sweet...flower petals...someone had filled
the fountain with them; they floated atop the
blue water in a haze of color and scent.
Angel raised his eyes to meet Drus, looking for an expression, an emotion,
an indication of anything....long, sooty
lashes covering startling green was all he could find. Then Will
was between them, and he once more wrapped
the smaller man in a protective embrace.
Spike lay his head back against his Sires chest, his long hair tickling
the broad shoulder. Angel smoothed the auburn
locks back, and sank his fangs deep into his Childes neck. Will bucked
against him, once, twice, then was
still, reveling in the fierce suckling, spreading heat like wildfire
from his neck to his belly to his cock.
Angel ground himself against the younger vampires back, grunting his pleasure
as his mouth filled with the sweet,
powerful blood. He pushed William to his knees, and dropped along
with him into the water, keeping his mouth
attatched to the spurting fount. Only when he heard the harsh whimper
did he slow, and only long enough to offer his
own wrist to the squirming vampire in his unwavering grip. Spike
clamped his mouth over a wound he had only
just himself healed, and drank from his Sire with greedy, desperate
noises.
{{Love you, Will}} he thought he heard in the Bloode, in the rush of losing
himself. He froze, his mouth went still on the
wrist. There was something different in this unbidden declaration,
but he couldnt think clearly enough to
determine what....
{{Love you, Will}} again...and he tried to formulate a sensible, if silent, response.
The only thing that formed in his pleasure addled brain was an inarticulate mental version of *huh*?
Angel grinned against the neck, pressed tenderly to his lips and chest.
{{Shh...dont worry about it. I love you. This is for
you....}}
End part 16b