Rating: R/FRAO
Summary: Spike and Angel talk about the past
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: Angel season 5, episode Hellbound. The first two line are from that ep.
Notes: Angel is Spike's sire
Warnings: language, sexual situations, m/m
Author's note: I wanted to write something that was kinda light and mostly dialogue. This is what I came up with.
Thanks to Elisabeth for the beta!!!!
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"I liked your poems."
"You like Barry Manilow."
A loud silence passed between them for several moments. "I've missed you over the years," Angel told him.
"Sure you did," Spike remarked sarcastically.
"I did!"
"The phone calls were overwhelming," he said dryly.
"Well.ok. Not so much with the phone calls."
"Not so much with anything."
"It's not like I can call a crypt."
Spike narrowed his eyes at Angel. "And when I was staying at the Watcher's? Damn soldier boys kidnapped me, experimented on me and then I was chained to a bathtub courtesy of your ex-soulmate. Didn't exactly hear you ring me then either."
"Not my soulmate," Angel mumbled. "And I called."
"Right. Sure you did."
"I just didn't talk to you."
"Right."
"You don't believe me, do you?"
"Not a bloody chance."
Angel stared at the ground for a moment, choosing what to say next. "Do you remember the night you were turned?"
"A bit hard to forget, ain't it. Considering the fact that it lasts for eternity."
Angel smiled at the memory. "I remember Drusilla had started to drain you. She was set on turning you. Then suddenly she stopped and walked away, insisting she had to talk to the stars. And then I."
"I remember."
"Do you?" He watched as Spike seemed to get lost in the memory.
"I remember you walked up to me without saying a word. Your stance, everything about you.it radiated power. Your arms circled around me. Your touch was gentle but strong. When you bit into my neck, you pulled my body flush against yours."
"And you were mine. My William."
"Angelus," Spike growled.
"I'm not him anymore, Spike."
"And I'm not William."
"I still see William in you."
"And I still see traces of Angelus in you. Just because your humans don't see it, doesn't mean I don't see it."
"Do you ever think about our past?"
"Which part, mate?"
"The part about 'us'."
"Kinda hard not to think about it when I see you every bloody day."
Angel waited for a moment and then spoke again. "I miss you. I miss us."
"Us?"
"Us. You. Me. I've missed my childe. I've missed you as my lover."
"We haven't been us in a century, mate."
"One hundred years of longing."
"Of hoping."
Angel turned his head to look at him in surprise. "Really?"
"You're my Sire. How could I not?"
"What now?" Angel asked.
"Like I'm supposed to bloody know?"
"And I am?"
"I could always submit to you. Let you."
"I don't want to lord over you, Spike. You've been a Master for decades."
"So.you wouldn't love for me to be submissive towards you?"
"I didn't say that."
"Maybe that's what I want, what I need. For you to have a certain amount of power over me."
"You."
"If you could name one thing you wanted from me.besides a great shag," he smirked. "What would it be?"
Angel didn't even have to think about it. He already knew. "To claim you again."
Spike turned his body towards Angel. Gliding one fingernail down Angel's neck and to the opening of his shirt, he felt him slightly shudder. "That right?" Leaning towards his neck, Spike let his lips brush his earlobe softly. "Then what are you waiting for?"
Angel leaned back and looked at his childe. "It would change everything between us."
"I bloody well hope so."
The End