Rating: NC17
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Summary: Spike and Angel help each other to heal.
A/N 1. This piece is unbeta'd. See any mistakes let me know.
2. This is my first attempt at smut. *blush* Any advice on how to improve the way I write it is more than welcome. Thank you.
Feedback: Yes please.
E-mail: jtzidanic@webtv.net
Distribution: If you want it you can have it. Just let me know where it's going.
Disclaimer: Angel and Spike belong to Joss etc....
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~Part: 4~
@ Angel's mansion
Spike's POV
I peel back the satin comforter and flop Angel down on his bed. I'll need to clean him up and check his wounds to make sure they're healing properly. He'll need to feed when he wakes up, he's lost a lot of blood. Nothing that can't be replaced.
I search the pockets of his duster and find his cell phone and wallet. 'Ponce. What kind of respectable vampire carries a cell phone? Surprised the stupid git knows how to work the damn thing, must of been the Cheerleader's doin.'
I call Willy's and order Peaches some human blood. Make sure Willy knows it's for Angelus, that way I'm sure to get the good stuff. It'll cost more than pig's blood, but what do I care, I'm using the wanker's credit card. Not gonna cost me a thing. Even order a couple extra pints for Ole Spike. Gotta take it where you can get it, you know? After relieving his wallet of the extra burden of all that cash he likes to carry around, I put it and the cell phone back in his pocket.
Ok, time to get down to business. I ease his arms out of his duster. Don't want to aggravate those wounds and get him bleeding out again. Toss the duster over onto a chair and reach into my boot for my knife. The shirt has started to stick to his skin cause of the drying blood. Easiest way to get it off will be to cut it. Not like it was salvageable with the big hole in the gut.
My knife slices through the thin material easily. 'Nancy boy silk.' I slowly peel back the material and get a good look at what's underneath. The wound is deep and ragged around the edges, but it's already started healing. Need to clean it so it'll heal properly. Vampire's don't usually scar, but they can if the wound heals to slowly or if the vampire hasn't been feeding right.
I remove my own duster and climb onto the bed next to him. I let my fangs slip down, bite my tongue, and swirl it around in my mouth mixing the blood with my saliva. I bend over the wound and start licking around the edges. Vampire saliva is a potent antiseptic. Also helps to ease the pain. Mix it with a little blood and it becomes a powerful healing agent. I bite my tongue again releasing more blood and then I plunge it right into the center of the wound, nullifying any remaining poison. I lap at the wound and the ragged skin surrounding it, cleaning away his drying blood, and coating the area in a thick layer of my saliva.
It's been decades since I was this close to my Sire or tasted his blood. The scent of his body fills my nostrils, the taste of his powerful blood assaults my tongue. My demon comes screaming to the front and my cock is engorged to the point of bursting. My hips start to involuntarily move against the bed. I fight to regain control. Won't do to be cumming in my pants like an over excited teenager. I finish with his wounds then pull back and shake my head, slipping back into my human mask.
The doorbell rings and I go to check it out. It's the blood I ordered from Willy's. I take a bag and rip into it, making sure he hasn't tried to cheat us. Sire's paying good money for this he is. I get rid of the delivery guy Willy sent then take the cooler up to the bedroom and sit it next to the bed. He'll need it when he wakes.
After taking a few deep un-needed breaths to calm myself, I finish undressing him, then strip off my own kit. I lay down next to him, pull him close, and wrap myself around him. He needs to know I'm here protecting him
Laying there watching Peaches sleep, my mind wonders back in time, remembering when our roles were reversed and it was Angelus who licked my wounds clean and held me close to him as I healed. Held me in his strong arms, protecting me, his 'Little One', from anything that would dare harm what was his. Possessive my Sire was. No one messed with his family and lived. It's been a long time since I've felt that safe.
I wipe away the tear that starts to fall from the corner of my eye. Rub my nose in his hair, inhaling his smell once more. Sire smell. The smell of comfort, of love. Of life. Sire is.....all. All I ever wanted, all I ever needed. 'Can I have my Sire again? Do I want my Sire again?'
Tired. Think about this later. Sleep now.
I place a soft kiss on his forehead and snuggle down in next to him. 'Snuggle? God, I'm turning into a bleedin nancy boy too.'
*sigh* "No worries Sire. I'm here. Just rest and heal."
Angel's POV
I wake in my bed, in my room at the mansion. My Childe wrapped protectively around me. This is as it should be. The way it was meant to be. I need this. My Childe needs this. How can I make this real? How can I make this 'forever'?
So many mistakes. So much pain. So many scars. All my fault. How can I heal my Childe? Can I heal my Childe? 'Will you let me heal you Little One?'
I have to figure this out now, while he is sleeping. Because I know, in my heart I know, when he wakes up he will leave. And if he leaves, he will be gone to me forever. I've been given this chance, my last chance, to make it right. I can't fail at this. I can't fail him.
Do I just apologize? Tell him I'm sorry for everything that has happened. That I want him back in my life, now and forever. Would he even listen?
'Yeah, right. Why would he listen to anything I had to say?'
I can see it now. 'Spike I'm really sorry I abandoned you and left you with Dru and Darla.'
*cringe* Ok, maybe not such a good idea to be reminding him of his time alone with the gruesome twosome. Not if I want him to listen to what I need to say, and not just rip off my bullocks.
Oh Hell. Spike has never ever listened to me before, why would he start now. Come on Angel think! Spike is a demon. A true demon. He doesn't want some pansy ass apology. Think damn it, time is short here.
Wait. Spike's a demon, a vampire. Words won't heal him. Vampire's don't apologize, not the way humans do. God Angel how could you be so stupid! YOU'RE a damn vampire for fuck's sake. You know what he needs. You know what you have to do. It's so simple.
Need to feed first. I'm weak from the wound and healing. I'll need to be at full strength for this. I know he bought blood, I could smell it. Willy must have made a delivery, cause I know Spike was never to far away. Even if I hadn't of felt his presence, I know he would never leave me while I was so vulnerable.
I ease out of his grasp trying not to wake him. I need him to sleep until I am ready. He whimpers and moves into the spot where my body had just been, but he doesn't wake.
I walk around the bed to where the cooler is. I lift off the lid and pull a bag out. Human. Good. I'll need the extra charge if he decides to fight me. I wonder if he will.
I drain two bags quickly. I know he will smell it and wake. As I'm emptying the third bag, he starts to stir. I can see his nostrils flare as he gets sent of the blood. I have to play this right or I lose everything.
"Hungry?"
He rubs his eyes like a little child trying to push away sleep. He blinks then looks at me.
"How you feeling mate? Wound all closed up?"
"Yeah. You did a good job cleaning it. Healed up quick, no scar."
He doesn't say anything just nods. I can see he's not sure what should happen now. I hold up a bag, offering it to him. He climbs out of bed and comes over to get it.
I watch him move as he walks toward me. Damn but I have good taste. He's beautiful. More muscular than I remember, but that makes sense. He's been fighting demons almost every night.
He takes the bag, drains it, and drops it on the floor next to the cooler. He looks at me, waiting for a reaction to what he has done. When he doesn't get one he turns and heads toward his duster for his smokes.
As he moves past me I turn to watch his ass. A finer specimen I have never seen. Full, round, firm. The muscles ripple as he walks. I don't even try to fight my bodies reaction. My cock fills with the blood I have just eaten, becoming swollen and rock hard. A drop of precum already oozing from my slit.
He pulls his smokes from his pocket, then freezes. He's smelled it. My arousal. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning. Got to do this right. God I hope I'm doing this right.
He recovers from his surprise and tries to act like he didn't notice. As he turns to walk back to the bed, I let it happen, I release Angelus. Not completely, just enough to remind him of who I am. Who he is.
Oh and does it. I almost blow it by laughing. The look on his face is priceless. The word gobsmacked comes to mind. His eyes are comc book wide, his lower jaw hanging almost to his chest. I want to take him in my arms and love him. But that's not what he needs, he needs to heal, he needs what I am about to do.
I watch the emotions play in his eyes. Uncertainty, anger, fear, defiance, hope, back to uncertainty. I've thrown him. He's not sure what's going on. Good.
"Sire," he whispers so softly only my vampire hearing picks it up.
I start a low growl in my chest, "Childe."
It has the desired effect. He whimpers softly.
"Bed. Now." I growl.
He can't control the tremor that rips through his body. His cock hardens to perfection. He hesitates for a moment. I wonder if I'll have to force him, but then he lowers his eyes and moves to the bed.
"Present yourself."
Again the hesitation. This one smaller. He gets into position on the bed. Head and shoulders down on the mattress, ass high in the air with his legs spread. He reaches behind himself, grabbing his cheeks with his hands, and spreads himself open, exposing that tight hole to me. Submitting.
I swallow the groan that threatens to escape from me, and climb onto the bed behind him. I run my hands up the back of his thighs until I reach his ass. Another whimper, but he doesn't move.
Spike's POV
I reach for my smokes and the smell hits me. Sire. He's aroused. What the hell? It can't be because of me. This is Soul Boy not Angelus. He doesn't give a shit about me. Maybe it was the blood. Human. The ponce probably hasn't had any in years. Just act like I didn't notice. I'll have a smoke and then get my ass the bloody hell out of here.
Turn to go sit back on the bed and......'HOLY FUCK! No. No no. It's not Angelus. No way. Angel's trying to fuck with my head. But why? Maybe.....maybe Angel and Angelus aren't so separate any more. Do I care which one this is?'
"Sire," I whisper so low I'm not even sure I actually said it.
He starts to growl low in his chest. Sire's growl. I don't know what to do. Part of me wants to run like hell, but part of me, that long ago abandoned fledge, wants to get closer.
"Childe."
'And Fuck Me! I did not just whimper. I'm a 100 and (cough) year old master vampire. I do not whimper.'
"Bed. Now."
'Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He can't be....can't mean to...' and then all intelligent thought stops as all my borrowed blood rushes to my cock. Instinct takes over. Something deep inside me, primitive, long ago forgotten, awakens. I'm no longer in control. I lower my eyes and walk to the bed.
"Present yourself."
I only hesitate for a moment as I accept the fact this is going to happen. I know what he's going to do. My Sire's going to reclaim me. Make me his again. Heal me. And bugger it all I want this. I need this.
I climb onto the bed, lowering my head and shoulders onto the sheet. I spread my legs wide and push my ass as far into the air as I can. I reach behind and pull my cheeks apart exposing my unprotected hole and genitals. Submitting to my Sire.
The bed dips as Angel climbs up behind me. He runs his hands up the back of my thighs and stops on my ass. I can't help it, I whimper again. I'm such a whore. It just feels too good to have him touch me like this again.
Angel's POV
I grip his ass in my hands, kneading the flesh between my fingers, watching as the skin goes from pale to pink. So beautiful. I press my thumb against the puckered muscle, testing it's tightness. Still virgin tight, as I knew it would be. When my thumb breaches the opening, he groans and tries to push back. I slap him hard on the ass and growl, "Be still."
He stills instantly. I pull my thumb from his hole, bring my hand to my mouth, and taste his essence. My cock twitches and throbs. I slip into game face and bite down on my finger. As I coat two fingers of my right hand with blood, I reach down with my left hand and firmly grasp is balls. I tighten my grip, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep him from moving. I don't hesitate, I push my blood lubed fingers straight into his tight hole.
I stop and wait. His body tightens as he struggles to obey me and be still. When I'm sure he's not going to disobey me, I begin sliding and scissoring my fingers. I'm careful not to touch his prostate while I am stretching him. This is not about pleasure. This is claiming.
I lean forward and bite down on the back of his neck, holding him firmly in my jaws. I growl possessively and shake him like a pup. 'I am Sire, I am dominate. You are mine!' This position leaves no question of that.
I remove my fingers from his hole and slam my cock in with all the force of the master vampire that I am. He howls into the sheets as his ass is split open. I pull the whole way out and slam home again. His blood lubricating his passage for me. He digs his finger nails into his ass cheeks trying not to let go, to move. The smell of his blood makes my nostrils flare and my demon scream.
As my demon breaks free, I lose control and pound into his ass mercilessly. His pain quickly turns into pleasure and he starts to pant. I can feel his inner muscles trying to tighten around my cock, to milk my seed from me. He's close I can smell it.
I release his neck and press my arm to his mouth. "Bite Childe."
No hesitation now. He sinks his fangs into my flesh and starts to suckle. When I feel his bite I reach beneath him and wrap my other hand around his weeping cock. I start to stroke him in time to our rutting. He starts keening deep in his chest and I know he needs to cum, but he has to wait for me. I feel the tingle in the base of my spine and my balls start to rise. I'm close, it is time.
"Mine!" I growl, then bite down on his neck, on the very mark I left the day I turned him. His blood coats my mouth and throat. My cock explodes filling him with my cum.
He pulls free of my arm and screams, "Yours Sire!", as his own release coats my hand and the sheet beneath us. His body spasms and then stills, he collapses into unconsciousness.
I pull myself from him with a groan, then gather him in my arms, pulling him close. I cover us with the comforter, brush away the hair that has fallen onto his forehead, and press my nose into the nape of his neck. 'Please let this have worked.'
"No more worries Childe. Your Sire is back. Rest and heal."
~Fin~