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Counting The Ways - 8
Wesley answered the door
slowly. He had his glasses propped up on his head and a large, heavy book in
his hand. When he saw Spike, his jaw fell open, and the book slipped to the
floor. 'Bloody hell, what were you doing playing on the railway line, Spike?'
Spike's hand flew to his face. 'Oh, that bad, hey?'
'God.' Wesley pulled him inside and placed him on the couch, then fetched a
bowl of hot water and a cloth, and began cleaning the wounds covering Spike's
face.
'He came to the hotel.'
'I know, pet.'
Wesley held Spike's face still. 'He did this?'
Spike put a hand on Wesley's arm. 'It's not what you think, luv. He did but…'
'He knew about your ridiculous plan, Spike. It was all a complete failure.'
Spike grinned and placed a swift peck on Wesley's lips. 'I wouldn't say that,
luv.'
Concentrating on the bruises and cuts, Wesley did not look up. 'He won't have
me back, Spike, and he didn't want to hear my explanation. I'd call that a total
failure, wouldn't you?'
'That's not what the plan was for, pet. That's the next stage… Hey! Don't do
that, that hurt!'
'No! No, no, no. I am not going to get involved in another of your plans… and
what do you mean, that's not what it was for? That was the whole point wasn't
it… to get me back to Angel Investigations?'
'Nah, Angel had a little problem that needed to be taken care of.' Spike indicated
his face and the general state of his body. 'Problem now solved. Now we move
onto stage two.'
Wesley shook his head and went to refill the water bowl, but Spike, shedding
his coat, followed him into the kitchen. 'It's nice to be tended to an' all,
luv, but there's not much wrong now… so… how's about we take this to the bedroom?'
Wesley turned with a slightly furtive look and glanced at the clock. 'I'm sorry,
Spike; I didn't think you'd be over so soon after… well, I thought you'd have
more issues with… I've got Cordelia, Gunn and Fred coming over at eight.' He
saw Spike's expression and smiled shyly. 'I suppose your plan did work to some
extent. All the rest of Angel Investigations seem to have forgiven me, and if
the mountain can't come to the Mohamed…'
'Bloody, fucking, sodding, shitting, cunting NO!! I've just been fucked four
ways to hell and back for you, and you don't want to shag? You've got a bleedin'
dinner party?'
'Spike, calm down. It's not a party. They are coming over for research… that's
why I was… never mind; I can see you aren't in a mood to be reasonable… and
you can't hit me with that, remember… your chip… ouch…'
'…Spike?'
'…Spike, are you all right?'
Wesley stood helplessly as Spike held his head, kneeling on the floor. Eventually
he stood and cast Wesley an evil look. 'You owe me a shag.'
Wesley winced, but absurdly felt the debt. He walked stiffly past Spike to the
bedroom, not seeing the amused smirk that followed his progress. Spike had just
found a new use for the human's habitual guilt. He caught up with Wesley and
pushed him against the bed, nuzzling into his neck. He slid his voice down to
his most seductive - his chip made it impossible to shag the totally unwilling,
'Come on, Wes, we've got half an hour… I'll make you cum real fast… an' we can
shower together… I need a shower and I want some more doctoring… what'da'ya
say? Wanna play doctors in the shower with me?'
Spike knew that Wesley glanced once more at his watch before he groaned an agonised
'Yes,' but he forgave him and swiftly capitalised on his conquest by slipping
a hand around and down the front of Wesley's jeans. Wesley sucked in his belly
in response, and Spike connected easily with the tip of his cock. He grinned
and, flicking one eyebrow up, eased the waistband down just enough to let the
cock stick up, exposed. He murmured an appreciative noise over Wesley's shoulder
at the sight.
He was briefly annoyed when Wesley batted him away and modestly covered himself
with one hand, but let the incident go when the human turned to face him, saying
almost angrily, 'Come on then, but it's got to be quick.'
Spike turned Wesley around again. 'Spread.' He kicked Wesley's legs apart and
made him hold onto the edge of the mattress. Slowly, he reached around and undid
Wesley's fly the rest of the way, peeling the jeans off Wesley backside and
down as far as his knees. Wesley began a feeble protest, but Spike ignored him.
He knelt behind the offered backside and began to lubricate it with his tongue.
The warmth of the body surprised him as ever. He pressed with one finger inside
the anus, but Wesley winced in pain: Spike collapsed once more in agony on the
floor.
Wesley waited for Spike to recover, glancing nervously at the clock. God help
him; he did want Spike… despair at his confrontation with Angel plummeting him
back to the edges of the black mood that had drawn him to sex with the vampire
in the first place. He did want Spike… just not now and not in this way. Maybe
in a warm bed when he had showered first… maybe if Spike could be more normal…
maybe if they could be a little more decorous in their activities… maybe if
they had more in common… just maybe. He could think of nothing else but that
they were coming: the friends he thought he had lost. Spike, he could have anytime,
but this was Fred… this was Cordelia… this was Gunn…
He decided to speed things up a little and get it over with, so took his jeans
off completely. He sat on the edge of the bed, learning some new and interesting
turns of phrase from the prone vampire. Eventually, Spike's chip stopped firing
off, and he crawled onto the bed alongside Wesley, peeling off his clothes,
too. He eyed the human warily; it had not escaped his notice that Wesley seemed
less prepared, less emotionally numb, somehow, to cope with what he wanted to
do to him.
Wesley's distraction with the clock and yearning for respectable sex, however,
vanished rather when he saw Spike's body once more. A flare of desire made him
feel hot and almost weak inside. His penis, which had swelled just to Spike's
presence, now began to twitch for release… but he could still muster none of
the black urgency that had driven him to seek release in pain or humiliation.
He wanted to cum, and he wanted to cum pleasantly, quickly, and with a minimum
of fuss and mess. He took Spike's hand and encouraged it onto his cock. Spike
removed it, and with a harsh laugh said, 'Turn over; I need to take you.'
Wesley shook his head. 'There's no time. Just hold me as I…' A squirt of warm
cum plopped onto Spike's hand and dribbled over his wrist. Wesley gave a satisfied
sigh and was about to reach for Spike when a loud knocking, accompanied by a
familiar voice, made him turn swiftly. 'Oh… bloody hell! They're early.' He
jumped off the bed and pulled on his jeans, straightening his hair. He gave
Spike a nervous glance. 'You'll have to stay in here. They won't be long; I
promise.'
Spike didn't reply. He let his expression speak for him. Wesley had the grace
to look guilty, but left, shutting the door firmly.
Spike stayed kneeling on the bed with his cum covered hand stretched out theatrically.
He replayed the whole scene in his head a few times, laughing in disbelief every
time he got to the part where Wesley had cum on him and left. He debated marching
naked into the living room and just checking with Wesley that that had actually
happened, but didn't. He had the distinct and scary thought that if he pushed
this human too far, too soon, Wesley might tell him he was only using him and
call him William.
After he'd played the martyr for the while, he flung himself down on the bed
and decided to wait the humans out. After all, how long could they stay? … and
he needed a small snooze. He wrapped himself up in the silk sheets and began
a necessary pre-snooze review of his plan. Angel was cured - huge success there.
Wesley was on his way back in - annoying laughter from next door confirmed that.
That only left the kid. Spike's plan was still a bit vague where Connor was
concerned, so he skipped that part and went back to Angel. He liked thinking
about Angel. He particularly liked thinking about Angel whispering his name…
hang on… screaming his name - that was better. He liked the image in his mind
of Angel spread like a blanket over him… whoa there… Angel spreading him like
a victim against a wall. Jesus, he was more tired than he thought and packed
Angel-thoughts away until he felt strong enough to corral and control them.
The human voices still floated out from the living room. There was only one
thing left to do really… so he did it. He took his erection in his hand and
began to play thoughtfully with the foreskin. He was slightly sore, and remembered
with a smile Angel's teeth assisting one particularly enjoyable orgasm. Bugger.
Angel again. Dismissing all thoughts of… him… Spike took a firmer hold on his
root and began to pull in long, measured, and practised-over-centuries strokes.
That was good, almost as good as … not even going to go there. He was close
to coming. He came. It was good… but he felt strangely desolate, and his body
ached for strong arms, twisting and entwining, and soft endearments borne of
shared blood.
When he awoke, Wesley was curled alongside him. He looked rumpled in the early
morning light and very edible, so Spike tasted him for a while in his memory.
He grinned and slipped under the sheet, taking a very warm, very soft penis
in his mouth. He sucked on it like a piece of candy, giggling to himself at
the feel of it rising in his mouth. Wesley groaned and came before he had really
woken properly or sensed where he was.
He pulled away from Spike and sat up, rubbing his face. 'Sorry, they didn't
go until three. It was so late, I didn't wake you.'
Spike shrugged and crawled up Wesley for a kiss. Wesley smiled and tried to
relax into the strangeness of waking with Spike when his head was full of the
agency and his friends' lives once more. Suddenly he pushed Spike away as a
thought occurred to him. 'Spike… they think you may be dead… deader… no one's
seen you since the funeral and something about Angel chasing you…'
Spike swung his legs off the bed and reached for his jeans, patting his pockets
for his cigarettes. Had it just happened again? Had Wesley just pulled away
from one of his kisses?
Eventually he made a mumbled comment about having to get back, waiting to see
what Wesley would say.
Wesley hesitated so long that when he did persuade Spike to stay, he could not
have rightly said whether the persuasion was from guilt at the hesitation or
genuine desire for Spike's body.
Spike ignored the fact he was being used - he'd had recent practice at ignoring
this - and stayed for some recreational sex with his new pet.
Puppy-in-pocket, however, needed very careful handling. He suddenly seemed extremely...
fragile. Spike wondered if he was merely finding contrast with someone… and
he wasn't going to go there. He used as much lubrication as he could find; he
entered agonisingly slowly; he tried not to push or heave; he took it like he
was fucking a virgin on her first date and as if he actually cared about that.
It worked in a fashion. He came - but he did not find a sweet release in the
cold jetting into Wesley's body. Wesley came, too, but his orgasm seemed to
satisfy him, for he lay panting slightly in the bed. Spike curled into him,
wanting to entwine his limbs and be enmeshed in the other body, but Wesley pulled
away and glanced once more at the clock. 'Sorry. Again. We're working today.
I promised to meet Gunn. I… I… I have you to thank for this, Spike. I know I'll
never truly be back where I was… I know Angel will never see me… despite any
complex and cunning plans of yours, Spike… but I have the others back, and that
almost seems enough this morning. It's so much more than I could have hoped
for really.' He got out of the bed and pottered around the bedroom, talking
at Spike and gathering stuff for a shower.
Spike sat, watching him with a look of bemused tolerance on his face. He'd decided
to give Wesley the benefit of the doubt… it was his first day reclaimed… he
was clearly over-excited… he'd calm down eventually… hell, he might even regain
some of that sexy, black angst.
Spike was nothing, if not patient.
Wesley wandered off to the shower, apparently forgetting the vampire sitting
naked in his bed.
The patient vampire flung himself into his clothes and left, hurling a torrent
of abuse at the human in the shower.
Spike stomped through the now familiar sewer, kicking at things and hoping something
might try to stop him. He felt like a good killing. Angelus had always… fucking
hell! He'd done it again. Why did he always have to refer everything back to
Angelus? Must remember to tell Angelus this… must let Angelus know that… Angelus
will like that…
Suddenly, Spike grinned and stopped. He pursed his lips and looked thoughtfully
at the filthy floor.
He sped up and ran the last few miles to the hotel. He flung himself up through
the basement and into Angel's room. He laughed as he caught Angel still in bed
and dived onto him. Angel woke with a grunt… but ripped at Spike as if he had
not had him for over a century.
Angel could not wait to get Spike's clothes off; he just tore them from the
pale body. He didn't lubricate, he thrust in dry and stifled Spike's screams
with his hand. Spike bit once more and Angel had to suppress his howl of pain…
and the orgasms were glorious. Spike shuddered his forever into the midnight
blue sheets, the milky, opaque liquid pooling like early morning haze. Angel
jetted his into the blood of his childe for it to be carried up the tight channel
with his thrusting.
They laughed, as they pulled apart. Spike collapsed onto the bed and went to
pull Angel down on top of him, but at the last moment diverted the action so
it appeared that he had just been making himself more comfortable. Angel, about
to snuggle into his childe, turned slightly and lay apart from him. 'Vampires,
Spike?'
'That's right, mate, vampires. See? Told you this would be good.'
'You come, you see, you fuck.'
'Is that from another electric theatre presentation, mate? I don't recognise
that.'
Angel laughed faintly. 'So, you've come from …'
'Yeah.'
'Ah.'
'You had a good evening with Connor?'
'Yes, I took him to a movie.'
'Oh.'
'Good?'
'No. Hideous. So, are we allowed to be... talking like this… just vampires as
we are.'
'No, guess not. I've gotta shower anyway and get some food. Humans ain't too
good at feeding vampire guests.'
'Unless they're…' Angel looked at Spike and his amber eyes sparked behind their
covering of soulful brown. Spike groaned.
'Oh, yeah, unless… they're… fuck… hanging up…' he bit into Angel's lip, and
Angel moaned at the taste of his own blood. '… and their blood's draining…'
he straddled Angel's chest and wriggled and rubbed himself on the new erection.
'… you slit their throats, Angelus, and caught the pouring out in your mouth…'
Angel swelled so hard at the memory that Spike was able to embed deeply, and
he closed his eyes to the pleasure of the fullness in him. '… hurt me, Angel,
give me pain now, please…' Spike gasped as Angel put a hand to his throat and
began to squeeze, livid marks blossoming on the pale column. When the pain became
unbearable, Spike's agonised writhing brought them both off. The ache propelled
his cum forcibly into Angel's face; Angel's shot high in Spike's body and tingled
its cold presence for many minutes, as it washed around and dribbled back down.
Angel's hand was cramped around Spike's throat. He had to prize it free with
his other hand. He'd crushed the windpipe, and Spike was unable to speak more
than a croaked whisper. He grinned and wriggled some more, enjoying the pulling-off-Angel's-cock
sensation that always excited him and made him ache for more.
The space alongside Angel looked so inviting, and he felt so weary: he wanted
nothing more than to slide into that deep blue pool and soak himself in his
sire's presence. Angel glanced at the space too, but looked sadly away.
Spike nodded and climbed off. He tried to speak, could not get the words out,
and so left for his own room.
Within two days, Spike knew he had made a huge miscalculation with this plan.
The realisation first hit him the following day when his early morning wake
up call on Angel was reciprocated by his sire. He woke to the feel of Angel's
cool, heavy, sleek, perfect, so-desired, so-fuckable body sliding over him,
giggling slightly. He pretended to be asleep - he let Angel work harder to wake
him. When a finger slipped in, even he could not keep up the act, and he laughed
softly into Angel's neck. 'Morning.'
Angel purred against his mouth. 'Good morning.' He was smiling and his face
was open, the longing desire evident in every feature. Suddenly Spike stilled
and removed the finger.
'You're already hard.'
Angel nuzzled into Spike's neck, licking up towards his ear and biting gently
on his earlobe. 'I've been lying in bed for ages thinking about coming up here.'
Spike felt a tingle of desire course down his spine, but he tried not to show
this in his response to Angel. 'But this is just vampires, remember.'
Angel pulled away and looked at him. 'Oh. I forgot. So...?'
'Well, I don't know! Do something vampire like.'
'You mean hit you or something?'
'Duh. Yes. Pain and blood, remember - that's all this is.'
Angel helpfully punched Spike. 'Ouch - bloody hell - watch the nose, Angel.
You didn't have to hit me on me bleedin' - hey I'm bleeding!'
Angel licked at the blood on Spike's face and slipped into game face. Spike
reciprocated and Angel took him hard and fast and came in a salvo of cum deep
in his body. He pulled out, went back into his human form and sat on the edge
of the bed, adjusting his clothing.
Spike sat up against the headboard, shaking slightly from the force of Angel's
penetration. He looked at the bent back and lowered head for a moment, returned
to human form and asked quietly, 'What else was there? What did we use to do
now?'
Angel turned to him, frowning. 'I don't remember. Hunt?'
'Yeah, maybe.'
'I can't do that now.'
'Neither can I.'
'So, I suppose I'll see you later then.' He cast a look at the tiny, uncomfortable
bed.
'Yeah.'
'Are you going to see... Wesley today?'
Spike hesitated. 'Probably not.'
'Oh. Okay then.'
'You got plans with Connor?'
'Err, no, he's going out shopping with Cordelia. Daylight... you know.'
'Oh.'
'Well, I've got stuff in the office to do then.'
''K, pet. I'll maybe see you later.'
'Okay.'
'I could come down if you like when I get hungry... maybe we could...'
'Oh, yes. I'll wait to feed 'til you get there then.'
'Good.'
'See you.' He glanced once more at the bed, got up and left.
Spike slammed his head back into the wall in frustration.
Wesley.
He dressed and almost ran to the apartment. Wesley was just up, pottering around
in his pyjama bottoms, watching TV, drinking tea, and eating some toast. He
seemed annoyed to see Spike.
Spike paused and took off his coat, heading towards the kitchen. Wesley followed
him. 'What's up, Spike? Did you come here to…? I mean…'
'Yeah, later maybe. I thought we could maybe talk for a bit, ya know... spend
some time together. Make me some toast, hey? Lots of butter and marmalade, if
you've got it.'
Wesley stood bemused with his toast halfway to his mouth. 'You want to eat toast
and talk?'
'Yeah, what's wrong with that?'
'Oh, nothing, I suppose, nothing. All right, go and sit down; I'll bring it
in.'
He stood at the toaster wondering frantically what they could talk about. The
only thing they had in common was Angel, and Wesley didn't want to talk about
Angel with Spike. He feared the things he might hear.
He carried the breakfast in and sat alongside Spike on the couch. 'All right
then, Spike. What should we talk about?'
Spike munched his toast thoughtfully. 'I dunno. Just stuff.'
Silence ensued. Eventually Wesley risked, 'I'm working on a case with Gunn today.'
'Good. Demon?'
'Yes, a big one.'
'Huh.'
Spike finished his toast and watched the telly for a while, mulling over the
key highlights of the conversation so far. He wondered how Angel was getting
on in the office and whether he was hard, too, and thinking of him.
Suddenly Spike groaned and said abruptly. 'Come on, I've finished talking, get
into the bedroom.'
Without speaking, he got up and made his way towards the bed. The opportunity
for an orgasm in a human was never to be passed up. He stripped and regarded
Wesley in the stripy pyjamas, grinned and slipped a hand in through the front
opening in the soft flannelette material. Wesley was hard, warm, and Spike allowed
his mind to shut down and his body to respond on autopilot. He pushed Wesley
against a wall, sank to his knees and released the whole ensemble. It looked
perfect, standing proud against the soft material. He licked up from the hanging
balls to the tip of the erect cock and then down and swirled his tongue around
each testicle. Wesley groaned and put his hands lightly onto Spike's head.
Vampire?
He'd show Wesley a thing or two about being a vampire. In one swift move he
lodged Wesley into his throat, rapid, urgent swallowing motions, rubbing and
stimulating the human penis on all sides.
Wesley screamed, his knees buckled and he trickled a warm stream of cum deep
into Spike's throat. Spike groaned, pulled off and regarded the soft cock with
disbelief. He looked up at Wesley who was panting rapidly, his head hung down.
'I've gotta go.' He began to dress.
'Err... what? Why? That was a bit sudden... err...'
'Sorry, mate, prior appointment...'
Spike ran almost the whole way back this time and burst into Angel's office,
leaking and desperate.
'Where is everyone?'
Angel flung himself around his desk and crashed Spike into the wall. 'Out. All
out. Spread.' He twisted Spike around and ground him into the wall. He slid
both hands down the insides of Spike's jeans and cupped his bare cheeks, groaning.
Spike tried to speak, but heard his voice faltering with suppressed desire.
'Pain first, Angel. Don't forget the vampire shit.'
Angel moaned and Spike thought he heard a repressed 'No' in the moan, but ignored
it. 'Come on, Angel, hurt me.'
Angel feebly batted at Spike but swiftly replaced his hands inside the back
of Spike's jeans, cupping and squeezing the hard flesh of his cheeks.
'Angel! Pain! Blood! Now!'
Angel stood back looking furious and aroused in equal measure. 'All right. All
right. We should take this upstairs anyway... clients... I'll count to ten,
Spike. If I catch you, you won't walk for the rest of the day.'
Spike's eyes flew wide, and he licked his lips in anticipation.
'One.'
Spike backed towards the door.
'Two.' Angel became Angelus.
Spike hissed and started to run, and he just caught a quiet, amused, 'Three'
before he hit the stairs at full pelt.
He was beginning to get to know the hotel a little better now and made directly
for the back staircase to the kitchen. It wasn't where it was supposed to be,
and he cursed, wondering if he was on the right floor. He headed up instead
and made his way along a clearly abandoned hallway, kicking at an old mattress
as he went. He pushed open the door to a bedroom, didn't want to get trapped,
so moved on. He found another staircase and went up, clambering over disused
furniture and some old suitcases.
A quiet, whispered, fearful 'Ten' came from somewhere behind him.
Spike giggled in glee and ran down the dark hallway. There was nowhere to hide
except in one of the bedrooms, so he pushed open the nearest door and went through.
He stopped in surprise. It wasn't a bedroom, but the eaves of one wing of the
hotel. The space ran the whole length of the hallway, had an arched roof supported
by roof struts and one or two filthy, blackened dormer windows. He walked in,
craning his neck to the arching roof, brushing away cobwebs as they caught in
his hair.
His hand was seized in a powerful grip, but he ignored it and only said in wonder,
'Hi.'
Angel had his neck craned back, too. Spike looked at him. 'Didn't you know this
was here?'
Angel shook his head. 'Never come up here before. Look, it must be fifty feet
long?'
'More.'
Angel pulled Spike into his arms. 'What did I chase you up here for? Remind
me.'
Spike chuckled. 'Something painful, I seem to remember.'
'Hmm. Good.' He pushed Spike against the wall and cupped him through his jeans.
'Take them off.'
'Do it yourself.' The blow to his belly for his arrogance made Spike wince in
delight: it was hard and accurate and made him swell to the need for release.
Angel clearly felt this, too, and flipped Spike around, ripping at the offending
jeans, pulling them down to Spike's knees. Spike began to step out of them,
but Angel stopped him.
'No, like that. I want to see you and take you like that.'
Spike groaned and allowed Angel to take him. Angel didn't even remove his clothes,
he just took himself out and worked into Spike, bending him over, spreading
him as much as the half-mast clothes would allow and fucking him hard and urgent
in the gloom of the attic. Just before he came, Angel pulled out and finished
himself off with one hand over Spike's bent back, his other hand massaging and
probing Spike's hole as his cum slammed into the waiting cheeks.
Angel finished but almost immediately fell to his knees and twisted Spike around
to his mouth. He swallowed Spike in greedy mouthfuls, urging his cum to propel
down his throat with low, vibrating moans of appreciation.
Angel kept his hands on Spike's backside, clenching them and digging his nails
in until he felt Spike was totally spent, and then raised up and used them to
pull him in for a kiss. Before their mouths met, he pulled back fractionally.
Spike opened his eyes and brought himself back from the place he had been in
and looked at Angel. Angel looked back at him, his head slightly on one side.
'Are we allowed to kiss?'
Spike felt that this was a very important question somehow, and that a lot more
than touching his lips to Angel's depended on his answer.
He pulled away and bent to rearrange his clothes. Angel sat down with his back
against the wall, watching Spike thoughtfully, but silently.
Spike lit a cigarette and began to pace. The room was so large that he almost
disappeared from Angel's sight before he turned and paced back the other way.
'Kissing?'
'Yes, Spike, is kissing allowed? Given that we are just doing the vampire thing
here.'
'Did we kiss a lot before?'
'Sometimes.'
'Uh huh.'
'Was it vampire-like then... painful and demonic... part of the dark side an'
all.'
Angel laughed. 'Sometimes.'
'Uh huh. But not all the time.'
'No, not all the time - mostly though. And you have Wesley now... for ... kissing.'
'Yes. I have Wesley.'
'Does he... like kissing you, Spike?' Maddeningly, Angel discovered he had a
missing button on his shirt and this engrossed him, and prevented him from being
able to look at Spike as they talked.
Spike took a long drag of his cigarette and looked thoughtfully at Angel's lowered
head. 'I'm not sure that's the important question here, pet.'
Angel nodded faintly. 'I know. But I don't want to ask the other one.'
'Ask it anyway, Angel. Please.'
Angel looked up at him. 'Do you like kissing Wesley?'
Spike smiled, pleased.
Angel held out his hand and, as if that hand were magnetic, Spike moved inexorably
towards him. He sank to his knees between Angel's bent thighs. Angel took Spike's
cigarette and stubbed it out carefully, never taking his gaze from Spike's.
His hands came up around Spike's head, and for a long time neither of them knew
anything more but the taste and feel of each other's mouths. They rolled across
the floor, seeking more intimacy and more contact, they groaned, moaned, hissed
and purred as the sensations began to overwhelm them. Spike couldn't pull Angel
close enough to him; he couldn't get enough of this... man... who was no longer
just his sire. The strong, powerful body threatened to obliterate his own senses
until there was only Angel - only the taste of him and the sound of him as he
groaned to the kissing.
At first, Angel could taste the fresh nicotine on Spike, overlaid by a subtle,
but unmistakable, trace of human cum. After this initial burst of impressions
though, all he could taste was Spike: all he could think was that he was kissing
Spike and that this was not his childe. There was nothing submissive or childlike
in these returning kisses; he was kissing a man whose passion for him was evident
in every flick of his tongue, every press of his lips, every opening of the
soft cool mouth.
Angel came first, into his pants, but before he could pull away, embarrassed,
shocked, and apologetic - Spike came, too, and shuddered as he released his
thudding orgasm into his jeans. He lay down on Angel, panting unnecessarily
but satisfactorily and realised, with a chuckle of amusement that they were
now at the other end of the long attic room. He nodded the discovery to Angel,
and Angel craned his neck around, bemused.
He soon looked back at Spike though, and his face was full of questions. Spike
shook his head slightly. 'I don't know, Angel. If you're going to ask me what
just happened, I don't know.'
Angel nodded as if this answered him quite satisfactorily. He wrapped his arms
lightly around Spike's back and relaxed to the feel of the body on him. Spike
sank his head into the hollow of Angel's shoulder and lay very still - which
felt kinda right for someone who had no place he'd rather be.
They knew time was passing for the beams of light moved, filtered through the
LA dirt coating the windows, as the sun passed overhead and on towards the evening.
They only roused when Spike's stomach gave a huge, not-to-be-ignored rumble.
Angel laughed. 'Weren't we going to feed together today or something?'
Spike shrugged. 'Don't care. Don't move.'
'Come on. We'd better shower. I'm stuck to my clothes, and they're stuck to
you.'
'Good.'
'Join me, then?'
Spike lifted his head. 'In the shower?'
'Yes.'
'Fuck.'
'Maybe.'
Spike chuckled. 'I'm gonna have to invest in some new threads if I stay here
much longer.'
Angel smiled but didn't reply at first. He climbed to his feet and made a show
of dusting Spike down a little. 'I think we may have to invest in quite a lot
of things, Spike.' He didn't elaborate further, but walked slowly through the
attic, tearing away the cobwebs they had not disturbed on their lower progress
through it earlier.
Spike followed him out thoughtfully, and they made their way down to the lower
floors. They passed a room, and Angel paused outside briefly, but then moved
on with a sad expression. Spike poked him in the ribs. 'What?'
'That was Lorne's room.'
'Was?'
'He's gone. He didn't get on... he wanted to run a new club, and it seemed for
the best.'
Spike wondered what could have happened so bad that the nosey demon would go
before he saw the outcome of the plan. He had not missed Angel's quickly retracted
mention of the brat. He looked at Angel's lowered brow with annoyance. 'You'll
miss him?'
Angel didn't reply, but continued to walk slowly down the stairs, his shoulders
returning to their habitual hunched position as the weight of the world returned
to them. The effect of mentioning the green fairy was not lost on Spike.
Just as they were about to turn into Angel's room, Connor appeared with a number
of shopping bags, his expression a picture of eager distain at the thought of
the clothes Cordelia had made him buy. 'Look, father, I cannot possibly need
all these things - do you want to come and see what I've got?'
Angel hesitated and glanced at Spike, anticipating trouble. To his profound
relief, Spike chuckled and swung gracefully away towards his own room. He didn't
even look at Angel but said naturally to Connor. 'Hey, get those new glad-rags
on, an' I'll take you to a movie tonight, hey? Guarantee it'll be more exciting
that the one the po... yer dad took you to last night.'
Connor hesitated for a fraction then beamed at Spike and pushed on into Angel's
room. Spike didn't turn to look back at Angel, but he gave a small, surreptitious
wave of his hand as a farewell salute, knowing that he was being watched.
Knowing he would be understood, Angel only said distinctly, 'Thank you for that,
Spike.'
Spike grinned and went on to his own room.
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