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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Angel stepped back hitting a hard realization. Not only did he care for Spike, but also it seemed that his childe carried a hate for him that ran deep. Turning away from Spike, he started to walk away.
As Spike watched Angel walk away from him, his demon screamed to be let loose. Keeping it under control, he opened his mouth. "You bastard," he seethed.
Angel turned around hearing the venom in his childe's voice. "Excuse me?"
"You always fucking walk away. It's what you're best at."
Angel narrowed his eyes at Spike. "Watch yourself, boy."
"Or what daddy?" he asked, mocking Angel. "There's nothing you could do to me that you haven't already done. You made me. Created me. Molded me. I am the way I am because you taught me to be that way."
"So, it's my fault is it, Spike? If that's what you want to believe.go ahead. Hate me all you want." He started to walk off again until he heard Spike's voice.
"I don't hate you," Spike whispered. The comment made Angel's body freeze. "Never bloody hated you. Furious? Yeah. You.left.me."
Angel turned around. "I didn't."
"You did. You left. You left me."
"I got a soul. I couldn't stay."
"Never mind what I thought, right? You just get up and leave."
"What do you want from me, Spike? I can't change what happened."
"If you could?"
"It's in the past."
Spike suddenly looked at the floor, the feeling of William through him. "Am I.am I in your past too?"
Within a second, Angel was standing in front of Spike. He grazed the pad of his thumb across his cheek. "I told you already that I've missed you. You're mine," he whispered. "My Will."
Gathering the little bit of courage he had in his body, Spike looked up into Angel's eyes. "I'm not yours anymore. Haven't been yours in awhile."
"Is that so? If you're not mine, there's really no point in us having this conversation, is there?"
"Guess not," Spike whispered weakly.
Angel's undead heart broke at that moment. His face turned cold. The look of Angelus. He stormed out of his own apartment, hurt and anger coursing through him. He never looked back to see his childe.
Spike heard the door slam, the presence of his Sire gone from the building. The sudden loss crept in and through his body. He let the tears fall down his face once again. His Sire had left.