Rating: NC17
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Summary: Sequel to To Heal.
A/N: A big thank you to Mel and Karen. Your thoughts and opinions were a big help. You girls are the best.
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E-mail: jtzidanic@webtv.net
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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Joss etc.....
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~Part: 5~
Angel's POV
Deja vu. I wake in my bed in my room at the mansion, with my childe wrapped around me. This embrace, however, is different. This is not protectiveness, this is contentment.
*sigh*
But, is this real, is this forever, or just the calm before the storm?
I watch my childe as he sleeps, completely at peace. He has the look of innocence when he is sleeping. It's so deceiving. Makes it hard to believe that, trapped behind the child-like persona is one of the world's most vicious predators. I can feel my demon swell with pride at that very thought. 'Our childe, our creation.'
We've come a long way, my childe and I, since this whole thing started. I've learned he still cares, still wants his sire. I've learned to let go of the regrets and the search for soul-redemption. It wasn't my soul that needed redeeming, it was me. And the only one who can give me my redemption is my son, my childe. No one else matters.
I tighten my arms around him and he doesn't waken. He allows his body to be pulled closer to mine. He doesn't tense, or pull away.
Trust. We've learned to trust each other again. At least, I know I can trust him, and I hope he knows he can trust me.
I run my lips down his neck, just barely touching the skin. I stop when I reach my mark, and lick the skin there, tasting him. So sweet, my childe, like the finest nectar. He sighs in his sleep, but doesn't waken.
We've helped each other to heal. He, through his care and protection of me after I was wounded by that demon. I, through my reclaiming of him. Each of us receiving exactly what we needed to heal our very different wounds.
And now comes what I am sure will be the hardest thing my childe will ever have to do. If we are going to make this last, if we are going to make this work, there has to be forgiveness. 'Can you forgive me, Spike, Will, Childe?'
Spike's POV
I hurt. I feel like I've been ridden hard, and put away wet. Heh. Bloody fucking great, it is!
My arse is throbbing, and I love it, I do. Nothing feels quite as good as waking up after being fucked right proper by me ol' sire. I can feel his cum, mixed with my blood, leaking from my hole. 'Mmm, memories.'
And I sure as hell would be enjoying this a lot more if the big poof wasn't lying next to me brooding! What in the bloody hell is his problem now?
Kept him from his final death, I did. Could've left him there, but I didn't. Took him back to his poofy mansion and cleaned him up good and proper. Even made sure he had a couple pints of o-neg waiting for him when he woke up.
Then I let him reclaim me. And yeah, damn right, I let him. No way the ponce could have taken me if I didn't want it. I'm not the weak lil' fledge I was when he left me. Master Vampire here. The Big Bad. Nobody gets a leg over on me, unless I want it.
I can feel, through the bond, that his demon is content. Must be his soul giving him trouble. 'Why can't he ever let it be simple? Want, take, and hey, if it was good, take some more. Heh. Yeah, it's good to be a demon.'
Damn. If I'm going to get me any more Sire-cock soon, and you can bet on my tight-as-the-day-I-was-born arse I am, then I better fix whatever the hell is wrong with him. 'Stupid, broke, soul-having, wanker sires!'
*CRACK*
Angel's POV
"Ow! What the hell was that for?" Little shit just slapped me.
"You're brooding."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am...." *sigh* "I was just thinking."
" 'Bout what?"
I pull myself up and lean back against the headboard. I stare at my hands clasped in my lap. I'm scared. I don't want this to end.
"Us."
He gets up and kneels next to me on the bed. I can feel him staring at me, contemplating me.
"What about us?"
I look at him. He's so beautiful. The anger and disgust I used to see in his eyes when he looked at me, is no longer there. Now, I can see glimpses of William in his eyes. My William. My Little One.
I reach out and run my fingers down the side of his face. He leans into my touch. I caress his bottom lip with my thumb.
"I don't want to lose you."
He raises his eyebrow and looks at me, clearly confused.
"You've reclaimed me, Sire. I'm yours. Why would you think you'd be losing me?"
I can feel the tears begin to sting my eyes, and my chest starts to tighten. I pick him up like the child he resembles, and place him in my lap. I wrap my arms around his waist, and pull his hips in close to mine. I need the contact, need to be able to remember this, just in case I lose it.
"Forgive me, Childe. Please, forgive me." I choke out the words, as the tears start to slide down my cheeks.
I close my eyes, too afraid, to see the look on his face. He shifts in my lap and I think he's going to pull away from me. But then I feel his tongue on my cheek, licking my tears away.
Spike's POV
"Forgive me, Childe. Please, forgive me."
'Oh, you stupid git, Angel. It's not my forgiveness you need, ponce, you need to forgive yourself.' But, I have my sire back, and I want him whole, not broken. 'Cause, I'm damn sure not letting go of him.
I lean forward, and start to lick away his tears. I can taste his sorrow, his fear, even his love. He opens his eyes and looks at me.
"Yes, Sire."
*Blink*
I count - five, four, three, two, one.....there it is. He's a little slow, me sire is, but, eventually he catches up.
"Yes?" He starts to smile.
I smirk at him. Poor Sire, doesn't have a clue what he's getting into.
"Don't get me wrong, Peaches, it's not going to be easy."
"No?" He starts to run his hands up and down my sides.
I squirm around in his lap, rubbing myself against him.
"Mm, no. I'm not the same vampire I was."
His hands move down to my arse and cup my cheeks, squeezing them hard.
"Not the same?"
I grip Angel's shoulders and lean into him, raising my arse a little, exposing my hole.
"Uh, uh. Not the weak lil' fledge that knelt at your knee, waiting for your permission."
He slides his fingers along my crack, until he finds my puckered hole. "You're not?" I'm still wet with his spunk. He pushes and two fingers slide in easily.
"Yesss......um, no. I'm not." I arch my back and try to push down on those wonderful digits stroking my passage. "I'm a master vampire now."
He continues to pump his fingers in and out of my hole, moving them around inside me, stretching me.
"Master, huh?" He twists his fingers, hitting my sweet spot.
"Siiire!" I throw my head back in pleasure, and clench me arse muscles around his fingers. "I...I...need..."
"Hmm? Tell me, little master, what is it you need?"
"More! Please, Sire, more!"
He removes his fingers from my arse, and I whimper. 'I'm such a slut.' I watch as he sucks our mixed essences from his fingers. I moan, and my cock jerks, precum oozing from my slit.
He grips me under my arms and lifts me into the air. 'Sometimes, having a Neanderthal for a sire is a good thing.' I reach down, and spread my cheeks wide. He lowers me down onto his cock, entering me fully.
"Yesss." 'Home sweet home.' It never mattered what country we were in, or what house we were using. Sire's cock in my arse was always home.
"Easy, Little One." He holds me still and covers my mouth with his. His tongue presses against my lips, and I open for him. He runs his tongue across the roof of my mouth, and I moan. It feels so good. I've missed this.
I can't take it any more, I need to taste him, too. I push my tongue forward, demanding entrance. He allows this.
Our tongues caress each other, loving, tasting, and we start to move again. Slow. There's no hurry this time. We have forever.
My hands slide down his chest to his nipples. I stroke them with my thumbs until they become hard little peaks. I pinch them between my fingers.
"Will..." He arches his back, trying to press his nipples into my hands. I pinch harder. He presses down on my hips and thrusts hard into me.
"Aaaaah...yes, Sire, please."
We start to move faster, harder, deeper. I bite his lip, drawing blood, and he growls, shifting to game face. He pushes me onto my back, and presses me down into the mattress. I grab his lip between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth, making sure to get every drop.
The taste of Sire's blood brings my demon out to play. I slice my tongue on my fang and push it into Angel's mouth. He sucks on it greedily.
The smell and taste of blood makes us lose control, and our demons take over. Angel growls and raises my legs until my knees are next to my shoulders. He begins to pound into me mercilessly, at a pace no human could match. I growl appreciatively, this is vampire heaven.
I feel my sire getting close to cumming. I reach down and take my weeping cock in hand. I begin to stroke, matching my sire's pace.
"Mine!" He roars, and bites into my neck, sucking deeply. His cock explodes, filling my arse with his spunk.
The feeling of his cock pulsing in my arse sends me over the edge. "Mine!" I roar, and bite into his neck. My spunk shoots from my cock, coating our stomachs.
We lay there, panting, holding each other, waiting to come down. He licks his mark, cleaning the wound, and closing it.
"Purrrrr." 'Oh yeah, big bad master vampire here. I'm such a ponce.'
"I love you, Will."
"I love you, too, Sire."
I push him off me, onto his back, and I start to lick his stomach clean. When I've finished, I move to his cock. I start at the base and lick up the bottom, letting my tongue trace the vein there. He sighs, closes his eyes, and.....
"Purrrrrr." 'Yep, just a couple of manly, master vampires, we are.'
I lick every inch of his gorgeous cock and balls, making sure to get all of his delicious cum.
He flips me onto my back and returns the favor. He licks my stomach, lapping my cum into his mouth, tasting it, savoring it.
"Mmmm, my sweet William. Sweeter than the finest nectar, you are, Childe. I could live on the taste of you alone, forever."
Too relaxed to be able to think, I just whimper.
He rolls me onto my stomach and spreads my cheeks. He licks my crack, running his tongue over my reddened hole.
"Sssire," I hiss.
"Shh, Childe. Be still."
He places his tongue against my swollen opening and presses. I grip the sheets and bite my lip to keep from crying out, as his tongue breaches my opening.
This is almost too good to be true. This is bliss. Spread out on me sire's bed, thoroughly fucked, with me sire's tongue, buried deep in my arsehole. I could stay like this forever.
"OH. MY. GOD!"
*yelp* "Buffy!"
"Angel!"
*snigger* 'Oh, yeah. My life is good.'
~Fin~