Email: nightfall_pixie@yahoo.com
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: sequel to Telling Him
Distribution: redssoulmates
Feedback: No feedback..no fic. Lots of feedback..I write more. I thrive on it.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. I don't own any of the characters. I don't make any money from it. All credit goes to Joss.
Spoilers: None really. Angel season 5 spoilers.
Notes: Angel is Spike's sire, not Drusilla, Spike is not a ghost
Warnings: language, sexual situations, m/m, blood play
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Spike felt Angel's hands on the buttons of his jeans. His body hummed with the thought of his Sire touching him and needing him once again. "Maybe I need a reminder," Spike told him, his voice filled with lust.
"That right?" Angel asked as he slowly undid the buttons one by one.
"Mmhmm," he moaned softly.
Angel pulled his hands away slightly. "Maybe I changed my mind," he whispered.
Spike's eyes flew open. "What? What do you mean you changed your mind?"
Angel stood up from the bed. "Just changed my mind."
Feeling him stand up and walk away, Spike's demon was outraged. 'How dare he comes so close to me and then just pulls away.' He stood up and stalked towards Angel. When he got close enough, he pushed the older vampire into the wall.
Angel turned around and smirked. He had expected the reaction. "Does my childe want to play?"
"Your childe wants to fuck. No playing involved."
"And what would William say to your language?"
He narrowed his eyes at Angel. "What is this? What kind of game are you playing?"
Angel grabbed Spike by the wrists and pushed him into the wall instead. He pressed his body against Spike's. "Remember the night you were turned, boy?"
"A bit hard to forget, ain't it?"
"You were begging for me. Not for death."
"Get off of me," Spike growled.
"That's not what you said that night." Angel reached down to the curve of his neck. "Your screams were delicious," he whispered and ran a fang along his skin, lapping at the blood that surfaced.
Spike tried to remain under control. Under control when his Sire talked of his turning. Under control when he drew blood.
"You begged for me," Angel continued. "For what I could give you. For what I could do to you."
"Think your mind is jumbled a bit," Spike said softly not wanting to admit that everything his Sire was saying was true.
"I don't think so. The only words out of your pretty mouth were harder and more." Angel gave his a soft kiss underneath his ear. "Do you remember, William?"
"Of course I bloody well remember."
"Even then, as a human, you enjoyed the pain. You enjoyed me." Angel placed his hands on the top of Spike's jeans, circling his finger around the top button. "And now we've wasted so much time hating each other when the truth is.it was never about hate."
"Wasn't it?"
Seeing the serious expression on his childe's face. He pulled back feeling rejected. "Well maybe it was," Angel told him softly. To him it was about want and need. After his soul, it was about something he could no longer have. But it seemed something altogether different to Spike.