Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: PG, NC-17 later, yes we will be slashing them in the future, so get your toys ready.
Summary: After the final battle, Spike and Angel have no where to turn except to each other, no matter how reluctant they are to do so.
Feedback: Please, I'm not allowed to beg for anyone but master. Don't make me take his punishment.
Dedications: Mantis for the wonderful beta
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~Prologue~
No one really saw them; the two men staring out over the city, watching the devil's fire consume it. Even now no one could be bothered to question why in the midst of all the chaos two battered beings stood so still, looking, for all they knew, as if they were figments of their imagination. Neither flinching from the scorching heat nor running from the promised death.
"You thought you could play God didn't you?" the darker one asked.
"I wasn't trying to. The power though, it's intoxicating," his companion replied. "You know what it's like. You had that power for so long."
"I never let it go to my head though. I never tried to play God."
"But you did. Maybe not purposely, but you did. You did so well, I put all my faith in you thinking you knew best. I would have walked into the sun with my arms open wide if you had ordered it."
Angel turned to look at him. " I have a feeling we're not talking about the same thing." A pause of uneasy silence passed as Angel turned back to the flames, "Why would you but your faith in me, I never deserved that, never gave you any reason to do that. All I ever wanted was obedience and compliance."
"And all I wanted was to be loved back, stupid ponce." Spike gave a lopsided grin to Angel.
"Why?"
"If I knew that, we wouldn't be standing here now would we?"
"Why did you do it?"
"For you, it's always been for you, everything I've done. It's been for you in one way or another."
"Yet for a hundred years you've done nothing but shown me hate. Now I'm supposed to believe you've done this because you love me."
"Hate, love, different sides of the same coin. We've walked that edge for 124 years. Which side of the coin did I get mate?"
"Sometimes I'm not sure."
"And other times?"
Angel gave him a lopsided grin and turned to stare out at the fire raging through downtown LA. "It's kind of romantic."
"I suppose it is. Not the angle that I was going for."
"Yeah, you always liked to go out with a bang. You've always had the tendency to over do things."
"Well, what the hell was I supposed to do? They had already killed our friends. Sit back and wait for them to kill us and however many innocents that got in the way? You've.we've, already lost so much tonight, I'm not sure I could have handled if I lost you again."
"I'm not blaming you. I can't say what you've done is wrong. I always knew we'd go down in a blaze of glory. Just never thought I would that I would have to watch everything that has been my life go down with it."
"We're not down for the count, pet. Miles to go and all that rot." Spike looks at him and tilts his head. "Besides, you still have me."
Angel gives him another grin, "well, I suppose that's something."
"Damn right it is."
Their eyes met and lock and an understanding passed between them. Everything that has happened to them has been hard, painful and stuffed with promises of more to come. They knew though, at least they would have each other and while they weren't sure what that meant, it didn't really matter.
They turned away from their city, the City of Angels burning all the demons that lied within. Angel cocked his head, "So why fire?"
Spike smiled at him "Well, it's the artist in me, always looking for the poetry."
Angel chuckled. "So where do we go from here?"
"How 'bout we just rest for awhile, how do you feel about New Orleans?"
"What's in New Orleans?"
"You'll see."
~Part: 1~
Spike stretched beneath the covers, grinning as he felt the sun finally set. He knew tonight would be a great night. The first in many months. He lay on his satin sheets staring at the mirror above his head. The sheets showing their obvious slept-in state, yet no body was shown there to say who had messed them.
It has been ten years since he and Angel left LA in fiery ruins, the tension between them growing everyday. So many lives were lost in the fire and the guilt weighed heavily on both of them. More so on Angel because he lost so much more, and he plays the martyr so much better than Spike. Spike knew he and Angel would soon either kill each other or be fucking each other into the mattress. "Better be the second," Spike muttered under his breath.
They settled just north of New Orleans, far enough from too many eyes yet close enough that everyone still had the 'we really don't give a damn' attitude. They still visited the city every night, lost in the large drunk crowds, still fighting the good fight trying to remain under the radar.
Tonight would be different though. Tonight he would make sure his royal poofiness would stay devoid of brooding and tension (except the growing sexual tension, of course). Well, he hoped so anyway.
He finally gathered himself enough to rise from the bed. He had the decency to throw some pants on before he walked downstairs, though it was tempting to remain naked just to see what Angel would do.
He sauntered into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge, giving Angel a good morning two finger salute.
"What time did she leave last night, Spike?"
Spike chuckled while warming his blood; he heard the anger laced with subtle jealous undertones in his Sire's voice. "Good morning to you too, Peaches. He left right before sunrise."
"Dammit Spike, I told you to stop bringing strangers around. We can't have the wrong people finding out where we are."
"Well, just because you chose to remain celibate doesn't mean I have to. I can't help it if this entire town has a bloody Anne Rice fetish, not to mention they're also so appreciative after we save them, 'snot like I can be rude and turn down their thank you." Spike walked up to Angel and rubbed his hands down his bare chest to cup his obvious erection, "unless you want to help me out, take care of both our sexual needs."
Angel pushed him away sending him sprawling into the counter. "Next time just say you're welcome and fucking leave," he snarled turning to storm out of the kitchen.
Spike grinned at the outburst, turning to yell after his roomie, "be ready to leave in thirty minutes, pet!"
"Shut up Spike," was heard followed by the slamming of the bedroom door.
Thirty minutes later found Angel waiting patiently by the front door. Spike grinned breezing past him, "You seem to be in a better mood pet, take care of your little problem then?" He sidestepped the rock Angel threw at his head then jumped and landed gracefully astride his motorcycle, watching as Angel slid onto his own matching bike.
Spike had insisted on the bike after losing his last one in Sunnydale and Angel quickly learned they were easier to navigate on the smaller streets of New Orleans. They traveled the thirty minutes into the heart of the French Quarter weaving in and out of traffic, parking in one of the rare places not requiring a fee.
They traveled smoothly through the streets, already crowded an hour after dark, eyes searching for anything not supposed to be there. After hitting Washington Park, Chartres, and Decatur and seeing nothing more evil than a group of drunken soriety girls who descended upon them in a giggling fury, they hit Bourbon Street. With an interesting mix of lights and shadows, this was one of the few places that they both felt they belonged. About halfway down the road, Spike grabbed Angel's hand, pulling him into an alleyway. Leaning into him, Spike whispered into his ear, "Follow me, I've got something to show you."
Angel shuddered at the husky voice, at the feel of the body to close to him, "And what would that be?"
"It's a surprise luv, now I can't ruin it." Spike pulled him farther down the alley to an unmarked door. He knocked twice on the door. It was opened by a demon twice the size of Angel with spikes running along his arms, legs and back, and individual spikes running out of his knuckles. Angel immediately took a fighting stance.
"Spike! You little shit! I haven't seen you around for awhile, where the hell have you been?"
Angel relaxed hearing Spike reply, "Hey pet, I've been around. Has Donald talked to you yet?"
"Sure has, got everything arranged for you. Miriam here will take you and, hmm.your escort, to your table."
So intrigued with this monster before him, Angel never noticed the lithe woman beside him. She could have passed for human if not for the yellow, serpent eyes, the forked tongue and the fangs that made his look like a pair of plastic store bought ones.
"See me before you leave Spike," the bouncer said winking and rubbing his arm in a way to familiar motion. "We need to talk."
"Not a problem," Spike said running a finger along one of his spikes before turning to follow Miriam. "Close your mouth unless you plan on doing something with it Angel." Angel's mouth immediately snapped shut. "Now come along, dear."
"Here you go, boys," their hostess deposited them at a private booth. "I'll bring you the stuff you requested." She turned and walked away with a very pronounced slither to her walk.
"What is this place?" Angel asked, his eyes darting around the room taking in everything. Demons of every shape and size were everywhere. Last time he saw this many demons in one place was moments before the destruction of LA.
Spike chuckled at the expression on his Sire's face, "It's called Ojalar. Founded by some Spanish bloke. Bit like your Caritas only without that karaoke shit."
He watched Angel's eyes dart from body to body, demon to demon. "Pet.Angel, you really need to get out more, I'm the only thing you see, except the odd vampires and such you kill nightly," he reached over and touched Angel's arm softly.
Coming out of his trance, Angel turned to Spike, "Is this my surprise?"
"No peaches, it's not." He leaned back as Miriam began to set drinks and plates of food in front of them. "Thanks, luv, you're a doll," he said winking at her.
She giggled, " No problem darlin'," her tongue sliding between her fangs hypnotically. "I'll be back in a bit to check on ya'll."
"Spike, how many of these people have you slept with?"
"Not really sure mate," he shrugged while taking a swig of whiskey.
"You need to be careful, I seriously doubt the Senior Partners have given up on us. You bring the wrong person home and we're dead, well, deader."
Spike rolled his eyes, "I'm not a bleedin' idiot. Are you sure that's the only reason you're upset about who I bring home?"
The question was loaded with suggestion, which Angel felt he couldn't deny. "Shut up, Spike."
He laughed at the response, "Help yourself to a wing, luv." He pushed the plate in front of Angel.
Angel finally looked at the table, "What's all this for? Even you can't eat and drink this much."
"Some of it's for us, I hope."
Angel's head shot up at the sound of the familiar voice, eyes wide with shock, "Connor?"
~Part: 2~
"Hey dad," Connor said smiling, sliding into the booth giving Angel a tentative hug. Angel looked shell shocked. Eyes wide with his mouth opening and closing reminding Spike of a caught fish.
Angel pulled back from the hug and touched his son's face. "I can't believe it's you."
"Well, Spike said you needed to see a familiar face, so here we are."
Angel turned to look at Spike, an expression of amazement etched on his face "What.why?"
"Stupid questions, pet, you know the answers to those."
Angel leaped across the table, hugging Spike to him as tightly as he could. Connor was the first family he had seen in ten years with the exception of Spike. He was the first sign that he hadn't lost as much as he thought.
"Wow, this emotion's starting to get to me," Connor's voice broke through to Angel's mind. Angel rather reluctantly let go of a grinning Spike to gather his son in his arms for a real hug.
He just held him for a few minutes relishing in his presence till a new voice spoke up. "Keep holding him like that and I'm going to get jealous Deadboy."
Angel finally let go of Connor and saw Xander for the first time. He was looking at Angel with a shit-eating grin. At his side was a calm, as usual, Oz holding the hand of a very hyper Andrew.
Spike looked at Angel who looked very close to tears. He leaned back in the booth glad to see happiness finally etched on his Sire's face. He can't remember the last time he saw that look. It had quite possibly been over a hundred years, back when Angelus still had control of that wonderful body.
So caught up in that happiness and peace he was unprepared for the lapful of wiggling blonde he suddenly got. Andrew had thrown his arms around Spike getting too close for comfort.
"Spike, it's so good to see you again, Obi Wan."
"Bloody hell, it's been three days! And I'm not Obi anyone. Oz, get your boy before I rip him a new one."
Oz slid into the booth pulling a very pliant Andrew into a kiss. Xander slid in next to Connor taking his hand in his.
Spike didn't think it possible yet Ange'ls eyes continued to get wider and he was waiting for Angel's eyes to pop out of the sockets. Looking between the four newcomers, the two very obviously happy couples. Angel finally was able to stutter out a sentence, "How did this happen?"
"You want the long or short version Dad?"
"I'm not growing any older. Give me the long."
*******
"Well," Connor began. "My school was destroyed in that mysterious fire that spread through LA. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that by the way would you?" A headshake was his answer. "No, didn't think so. Anyway, with no school I decided to transfer to LSU in Baton Rouge. Figured I could see more of this world plus still get an education. My dad, my other dad, wasn't happy with the move, but he got over it. It was actually the gay thing he couldn't get over, so he doesn't want to talk to me anymore."
Xander jumped in to save all them from the depression slowly creeping into Connor's voice. "I was in Baton Rouge working as head of a construction company and working in a branch of the Watchers Council.
"Goes to show you how desperate they were." Spike snorted and in return he received a glare from Xander."
Connor laughed at his lover's expense before giving him a kiss. " I ran into Xander about eight years ago. I was out hunting, as Xan likes to call it. He was at the losing end of a fight against a couple of vamps and I came into help."
"My hero," Xander said giving him another kiss.
Connor blushed and pushed forward with his story, "We talked, became friends and over time an attraction built."
"That was the hardest part, admitting my attraction to him," Xander said.
"Yeah, it's always hard admitting you're gay." Angel said to reassure him.
"Oh, no the gay part was fine. It was the fact that he was your son." Connor elbowed him while everyone else tried and failed to hide their laughter. Angel's paused, shocked, then joined in the laughter at his expense.
Connor continued the story, "It was two years from when we met, to the day that we finally admitted our feelings to each other. The hardest part, actually, was putting to rest the memories of Cordelia and Anya. They'll always be a part of us, just figuring out that they were our past and not our future was difficult. But now their souls are put to rest, in our hearts at least. We've been inseparable ever since. As of next month, we'll have been together as lovers for six years. That's one of the reasons we came to see you. We're getting married on our anniversary and we want you to be there."
Spike was using every ounce of control not to laugh at his Sire again. He's known Angel for 135 some odd years and he has never been able to put that look of pure shock on his face, though heaven knows he's tried.
"Of.Of course I'll be there son" he said as tears began to roll down his face. He reached over and gathered both Connor and Xander in a hug, much to Xander's surprise.
Pulling back and wiping the tears from his face he turned to look at Oz and Andrew. "How about you two?"
"It's a long fascinating story filled with romance, adventure, and intrigue," Andrew said emphasizing with wild gestures of his hands almost knocking Spike in the face, which put him on the receiving end of a growl.
"Ran into each other in Istanbul, fell in love," Oz simplified.
"Well, just deaden the romance Oz," Andrew said icily turning away from him.
Oz reached over to him pulling him into a fierce kiss. Oz released Andrew who was panting heavily with glazed eyes. "There's the look I like seeing on your face," Oz said going in for another.
"And you finally shut him up," Spike laughed at the one fingered salute shot his way. He turned back to Angel and asked with a mock pout, "How come you never kiss me like that?"
Xander choked on the food he had in his mouth. "You two.you're together?"
"No," Angel answered quickly all but shouting.
"Me thinks thou do protest to much," Oz said finally drawing himself away from Andrew's lips. Angel growled at the wolf, who, with a look of calm on his face, growled right back.
Andrew leaned over and patted them both on the head, "Good puppies." With that the tension was broken as Angel's hands shot to his hair.
"So, droopy drawers, the rest of the Scooby gang coming to the reception?"
Xander gave Spike a dirty look. "Don't get started with me, you know they aren't."
"Why?" Angel asked still trying to fix his hair.
"They weren't so happy with me suddenly turning gay, especially with your son. We don't really talk anymore."
"Sorry Xander." Angel said with a sympathetic look.
"Not really your fault," Xander said with a shrug. "Guess what's good for the goose isn't necessarily good for the gander."
Connor hugged him, his smile full of sympathy. "We've made quite a few friends who don't care that we're gay, but keeping the demon fighting part of our lives a secret means we can't get all that close. That's why we were relieved when Oz and Andrew finally came to stay."
"Yes, we finally put our wild Europe traveling days behind us to settle in the good ole U.S. of A." Andrew reaffirmed with a nod.
They settled in to eat and work their way to drunk stopping occasionally
to pass comments back and forth. Suddenly the loud pulsing beat resonating
throughout the club died and a slower more harmonious beat took its place.
Without so much as a word passed between them, the two couples got up and
moved to the dance floor and came together.
I want you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
Angel cleared his throat watching them, "Spike, do you wanna dance?"
"Yeah, I'd like that Angel," With that, they moved silently to the dance
floor joining their friends and family.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
You've gone away, you don't feel me, anymore
"I can't believe you did this for me."
"I'll always be there for you Angel, you know that."
"Yeah, I suppose I do."
The worse is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
Angel looked at the blonde in his arms, the lights playing off his face,
and he wanted to kiss him more than he's ever wanted anything.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I'm strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
He knew now he'd blame it on the alcohol later, but for now he just
leaned into the kiss.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I'm strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
It started simple but grew with the repressed passion he was unwilling
or unable to admit to.
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
You've gone away
You don't feel me here anymore
Angel wasn't sure when the world disappeared or where it went to, but suddenly there was just Spike and the heat.
~Part: 3~
Angel remembered vaguely telling the others to follow him and Spike home. He remembered showing them the spare rooms and saying good night. Most of his attention though was focused on the man before him.
All of the sudden the passion he had felt for the past hour was replaced by raw hunger. He reached over and tore the clothes off his partner leaving them in ruins on the floor doing the same to his own immediately after.
Grabbing Spike, he pulled him flush against his body, both emitting groans at the contact. Their mouths came together tasting, fighting the other for a new kind of dominance, making a kind of love all their own.
Suddenly they were falling, hitting the bed without losing contact. Fingers tracing paths along skin followed by fingernails clawing their own path, leaving their ghosts and the slightest traces of blood. The thrusting and mindless fury of touching caused orgasms to rip through them, feeling, for all they cared, as if they took their souls with them.
Mouths tearing apart, gasping for unneeded air, they stared into each other's eyes, seeing more gold than brown or blue.
Angel leaned down and kissed Spike's eyes closed, the entire world slowing down to move with them. Angel slowly moved Spike's arms above his head, taking his hands and wrapping them around one of the iron bars on the headboard, squeezing them once indicating for Spike to keep them there. Spike nodded his understanding. They were both afraid to speak, afraid the magic would be gone.
Angel's hands traveled down his arms, across the collarbones to the neck and back down to his torso, leaving insubstantial whispers of things he wanted to say and Spike wanted to hear. His hands splayed across Spike's chest, kneading the muscles, starting to pinch and tease the sensitive nipples.
Hearing the heavy breathing start again from the man beneath him, Angel leaned over and began to suck on the nipple, biting gently and pulling on it causing Spike to gasp at the beautiful mix of pain and pleasure, playing with it for a moment before moving to the next.
Angel's mouth began to move again, following his hands down Spike's stomach, mentally counting the ribs he came across. Stopping at the belly button, circling it before dipping into the nerve filled inside. His eyes darted up to look at Spikes. The blue eyes were dark now, filled with desire. The small yet strong hands gripped the bar, shaking with the force of keeping them there.
Angel's hands now rested on Spike's thighs where he began to knead to relax him and hold him down as his body began to arch. He kissed down the trail leading from the belly button to the crotch, stopping at the base of the cock and sidestepping it and moving around to his balls. Spike gasped his disappointment.
Hands now down to the knees, Angel's large fingers tickled the back of them, making Spike squirm all the more.
Taking a ball in his mouth, he began teasing it with his tongue before moving to the other and back again.
His hands traveled down to the calves drawing lazy, nonsense patterns. Angel grasped his ankles using them to maneuver Spike's legs out and back to give him better access.
Suddenly swooping forward, he took Spike's cock in his mouth till it hit the back of his throat, then swallowing it to take him the rest of the way down.
Muttered curses and gasps were heard coming from the top of the bed along with the sound of bending metal alerting Angel to Spike's strain to keep his hands there.
After a few more languid sucks and teases with his tongue, Angel moved his head back. Sitting back on his knees, he took in the full picture of Spike. Arms straining, head thrown back, eyes watching him, mouth open and panting, back arched, his cock straining for release, legs open for him. Overall, a picture of wanton desire.
Leaning back over, he lapped up the precum at the tip of Spike's penis then traced lazy figure eights down the shaft with his tongue. Angel travelled across the balls, hitting the perineum causing a shudder to run through Spike. The sound of the metal bending even more hit Angel's ears making him smile.
Finally he found his treasure. The small, tight hole denied the use and abuse it had endured over the years. Spreading the cheeks of Spike's ass, Angel began to circle the hole as he did with the bellybutton, wetting a path to the center.
Finally hitting his goal, he pushed through lubricating the hole. Angel began to move his tongue in an out, teasing it, preparing it, torturing it.
The metal bar finally snapped and with that Spike sprang forward. He straddled Angel's knees and grabbed his cock. He began to spread the considerable amount of precum that had gathered there turning it into a lube.
Rising up, he lowered back down impaling himself on Angel's member. His head flew back, a groan rising from the back of his throat. Feeling Angel fill him there again was so much more than just a physical pleasure.
Spike brought his head forward, eyes meeting Angel's, and began to raise and lower himself. Almost completely emptying himself before slidding back down to fullness.
Spike's muscles massaged and teased Angel's cock, his cock in turn hitting Spike's prostate every time. They stayed in this position, repeating these movements for who knew how long. Minutes, hours, days, centuries? It didn't matter.
They were so close to the edge that when Spike tilted his head offering his neck, Angel darted forward taking the gift. He plunged his fangs in and with the first glorious gulp they both fell head first into the pleasure.
Collapsing on the bed, wrapping themselves up in each other, they both felt sated for the first time in longer than they could remember.
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