Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: sequel to One Single Word
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 woke up the following afternoon, feeling very rested. Opening his eyes slowly, he glanced around the room without moving. He could feel a cool, still, hard body pressed against him. It felt familiar. Almost too familiar. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent. Angel.
Spike jumped out of the bed and turned around quickly. He narrowed his eyes at Angel. "What do you think you're doing?"
Angel sat up and glared at Spike. The sheet fell from his body. "Well, I was sleeping but obviously not anymore."
"What were you doing in the bed?"
"It's my bed!"
"That's so not the bloody point," Spike mumbled as he looked around for his shirt.
Angel stood up watching him carefully. "Spike, I don't know why it's such a big deal considering our past. You're my childe."
Spike quit looking for his shirt and turned around to face Angel. His eyes were golden. "William was your childe," Spike growled.
Angel stood up and advanced towards Spike. "You can change your hair, your clothes, even your name but it doesn't make you any less mine."
Spike could feel his feet moving on their own. For every step Angel took towards him, he took a step back until he found his back against the wall. "You left," he said softly. His voice echoed his hurt.
"But I came back."
"Until when, huh? Until you don't fancy whatever this is anymore?"
Angel knew that Spike was referring to whatever was going on between the two of them. "You're mine," he growled at the younger vampire. "Mine." Angel could feel his demon screaming to be let loose. To remind his childe of his place. His eyes immediately went to Spike's neck and stared at the claiming mark he had given him over a century ago.
Spike knew that Angel was trying to keep his demon under control. He could feel the pair of eyes gazing at his neck, staring as if he was looking for something. "Just do it already, Angel."
He grabbed Spike's wrists, holding them to the wall. "Watch yourself, boy," he whispered huskily.
"Do it," he growled. "Bite me, claim me, whatever.just do it." His voice had reached almost a frantic tone.
Letting go of his wrists, he took a step back. "I can't. I don't want to hurt you."
"You don't want to hurt me?" he asked repeating Angel's words. "You hurt me when you leave. You hurt me when you push me away. You hurt me when you deny me my Sire." He knew his voice was getting louder and louder, but Spike didn't care. "Did you ever think that maybe I need this? Maybe I need to feel your fangs sink into my throat. For you to actually bloody want me! To create the kind of bond we had in the past!"
Without any other words, Angel morphed biting into his Childe's neck. He heard Spike gasp at first and then felt his hands on his body. Angel felt the hands slide up his body and tangle in his hair, holding his face against Spike's neck. He continued to drink deeply, reclaiming what was his. Before he took too much, Angel pulled back staring at his childe. Golden eyes met his blue ones. He knew what Spike wanted and he wouldn't deny him any longer. "Go ahead," Angel told him. "Drink."
Spike morphed, gold meeting gold for a moment and then leaned forward. As he bit into his Sire's neck, he felt Angel press his body into his, forcing him into the wall that much more. He bit down harder, the blood filling his senses. As Angel pulled away, Spike melted back to his human features and slightly whimpered. He wanted more.
Angel could feel Spike's blood throughout his system. His childe. His demon and his soul wanted Spike.
"Sire?" Spike asked. His voice filled with need. He let his fingers dance across the top of Angel's waistband and against his skin. The silk felt smooth under his touch but he wanted to touch him. To feel him once again.
Angel knew what Spike wanted because he wanted it to. He pulled Spike's head to his, kissing him hard. As he pulled back a bit, he let his lips travel up the column of Spike's neck, grazing his lips against his earlobe. "Want you, William."
"Need you, Sire," Spike found himself whispering in response. He slid his hands over Angel's skin but it wasn't enough. He needed all of him.
They both knew there was no turning back. That they needed each other like they needed blood. Angel brought his hands to Spike's jeans, slowly unzipping them. He had missed this.