Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Summary: It's Spike's special day. Does Angel remember what it is?
Distribution: redssoulmates, Forging Ghost archive, Loving Angel
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, takes place during season 5
Warnings: m/m
Dedication: For Susi. I wrote this for your birthday. I'm so sorry I'm late with it.
Thanks to Elisabeth for the beta!!
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~Part: 1~
Angel watched as Spike paced back and forth in his office. He leaned back in his leather chair with his elbows resting on the armrests. On his face was a smirk that was pure Angelus.
Spike couldn't believe it. His own Sire didn't even remember. Not that he expected him to, considering the fact that he had been a vampire for over a century, but still.
Angel kept his body still as his eyes followed his childe. He loved to watch Spike get riled up. He was always so full of emotion. Always had been. Angel pulled his eyes away from Spike for a moment and glanced out his office window. The sun had set hours earlier. Being a slow day at the office, everyone else had already left for the day. Focusing his attention once again on his childe, a thought occurred to him. The same thought that had occurred to him for the last three weeks. He was glad to have his childe back, especially fighting at his side. He had missed Spike so much over the years. He was a part of him.
Spike knew that his Sire's attention was elsewhere. Stopping in front of Angel, he slammed his hands on the desk. "You," he growled.
"Me?"
"You're my Sire and you bloody well forgot!"
"Forgot what?"
Spike could feel the meek voice of William rising in him. "You really forgot?" he asked shyly.
Angel acted irritated even though he was actually amused. "Again Spike, forgot what?"
"What's today, Sire?"
"Tuesday. It is Tuesday, isn't it?"
Spike felt his emotions drain out of him. His own Sire didn't even remember. Feeling defeated, he turned around and walked away, slumping into the leather chair on the other side of the room.
Watching his childe, Angel realized Spike was pouting. He knew Spike thought he had forgotten, but the truth was that everything was going according to plan. Angel stood up from his chair. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Night," Spike mumbled.
Angel walked past him, acting as if he was heading towards the door. Instead he walked behind Spike's chair.
"Poof didn't even remember it was."
"Your birthday," Angel whispered in his ear. "You really didn't think I forgot, did you?"
Spike turned his head slightly. "Yeah, I thought you bloody well forgot. It was my human birthday after all."
"I didn't forget," he whispered. Angel placed a series of soft, possessive kisses along the curve of Spike's neck as he let his hands travel down his childe's body to the bottom of his t-shirt. He removed Spike's shirt slowly from his body, throwing it to the side. "I never forgot, William." He paused for a moment. "I never forgot about us either."
"Us? We haven't been an us in a long time, mate."
Angel walked around to the front of the chair and peeled off his own shirt from his body. "We were good at us."
"We were bloody perfect together."
Angel leaned down and slipped his fingers in the belt loops of Spike's jeans and pulled him up and against his body. "This time I'm not letting you go."
"I've heard that from you before."
"This time I mean it. You're mine," Angel growled.
Hearing his Sire's words, Spike started to nuzzle his neck. He knew this was where he belonged.
The feeling of his childe's face against his skin was indescribable. "I want you, William," Angel said softly letting his lips brush against his ear. "I want to taste you," he told him, letting his hands rest on the top of Spike's jeans. "I want to fuck you. Drink from you. I want to possess and consume you."
Spike could feel himself harden at each and every word. He looked up at Angel. "What the bloody hell are you waiting for then?" he asked impatiently.
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