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The Longest Distance Between Two Points - Chapter 15
Spike lay at peace in Angel’s lap,
enjoying the feeling of Angel’s soft cock under his ear and Angel’s warm, musky
dampness against his cheek. Angel continued to play with his hair, trying to
smooth it out, but getting his fingers tangled in the sticky, matted strands.
‘What happened to your hand, Luv?’ Spike’s voice broke the intimate silence
they had maintained since their last explosion of need. They almost feared speaking
again; so charged and erotic did it seem to make them.
Angel glanced down at his split, bruised, swollen knuckles.
‘I had an encounter with a wall. When Cordelia told me you were gone, I thought
she meant you were dead.’
‘Oh. Join the club then, mate.’
‘Um?’
‘That’s both of us then, hearing that the other was dead – least I didn’t do
anything wussy like ploughing my fist into a wall – fact, I don’t remember even
being that upset.’
‘There you go, Spike. I love totally and you just spread it around.’
Spike couldn’t help but laugh at hearing Angel so accurately quote his own words
back at him.
‘I’m going to have to have words with a certain Miss Dawn Summers someday soon.
She’s too clever for her own good! Bloody hell, Angel, how much longer?’
‘Don’t you own a watch?’
‘There is a withering look being sent your way, but I can’t be bothered to sit
up – and duh!’
‘Well, I’ll buy you one. Five minutes. Depends on the traffic.’
Spike now enjoyed repeating this irritating question until they pulled up in
front of the hotel.
So to his last, ‘how much longer?’ Angel was able to reply with relief.
‘We’re here. Get up.’
When Spike got to the doorway, he hesitated then thought, ..."What the fuck?
Third time lucky"... and stepped over the threshold. He let the cat out of his
carrier and followed Angel in. He groaned in dismay when Angel turned towards
the kitchen.
‘Angel, upstairs...’ but his words were drowned out by a screech and Cordelia
flung herself on him.
‘You’re back...how did you...where were you...I thought...eeew, when did you
last shower, Mister? You stink.’
Spike was completely unphased by this and replied in a pompous voice, ‘vampires
don’t smell. It’s a physical impossibility. Don’t really sweat see, well, not
human sweat anyhow.’
‘Even vegetables sweat, Blondie! So...things only your best friend will tell
you...you absolutely reek and jees, your hair! It’s black and all crusty!’
He repeated his assertion. ‘Vampires do not reek! I’ve known more bloody Vampires
than you, pet, and most of those in the biblical sense, and they do not smell!’
‘Maybe you only shagged the ones that washed!’
This logic defeated Spike and he turned to Angel for support. ‘Angel, tell her!
Do I smell?’
Angel was then caught in a dilemma between telling the truth and getting a compliant
Spike on his cock later that night. One, he felt, might preclude the other.
And as he was trying to keep the wet patch on the front of his pants out of
sight behind the counter, he felt he was on slippery ground anyway.
But he didn’t need to speak. His hesitation gave it away. Spike’s eyes widened
in fury. ‘Right, that’s it...’ and he stomped up the stairs muttering to himself
and peeling off his clothes, completely oblivious to the fact that the two of
them were watching, open mouthed. He had trouble getting his tee shirt unstuck
from his skin, so just ripped it off and it joined the coat, jeans and boots
already discarded.
Totally naked now he turned around and faced the two of them and said in as
polite a tone as he could muster, ‘anyone care to join me or am I just going
to go to waste here!'
In her mind’s eye, Cordelia saw herself walk up those stairs with Angel. She
saw herself peel off her clothes and step into the shower with the two naked
vampires. But it was only for a second. She gave herself a little shake and
a wry smile crossed her lips. The thought had come into her head with the blinding
power of one of her visions.
..."Yeah, you’ll look real good doing that when you’re eighty and they still
look like that!"...
And oh, how they looked! Angel had started walking up the stairs, following
Spike as if in a trance. He, too, was peeling off his clothes. He stepped gracefully
out of his pants, shed his shirt and climbed the last few stairs to Spike, as
naked as him. Cordelia watched the hard muscles on his backside shift as he
moved. She watched his thighs and saw a glimpse of his heavy sac swinging underneath.
She wondered why she wasn't feeling sadder. She was determined not to do any
self-analysing; she was almost afraid of what other strange desires might be
buried there. But completely unbidden the thought came into her head that this
way, she would still have them when she was eighty. And that was a very comforting
thought.
She turned on her heel, picked up her bag and left; she knew there was no place
for her here, tonight.
Angel reached Spike and pulled him into a tight embrace, he put his hands down
onto Spike’s ass and cupped the hard cheeks, pressing Spike’s groin to his own.
They kissed, hands moving repeatedly over each other’s bodies as if seeking
to reassure themselves that this was real. Eventually, Angel pulled away. ‘Come
on, shower...sorry, but you really need one!’
Spike smiled but before he had thought through what he was going to say, blurted
out, ‘you didn’t seem to mind too much tonight when you fucked...’ Too late,
it was said. He set his jaw into a, ‘don’t do it Angel...don’t go all broody
on me now’, look and pulled Angel towards the bathroom. To give Angel his due,
he had no intension of getting broody about Spike’s comment. He’d promised and
he intended to keep that promise. But he could sense Spike’s mood had changed.
He tried to bring it back, tried to recapture the sexy, passionate mood he had
been in before. He took some shampoo and massaged it into Spike’s hair. The
water ran black down his pale skin. It took three washes until clear soapy water
ran free. Then he took a brush and worked at Spike’s body with sweet smelling
soap. Spike just braced himself on the wall and let him. When Angel eventually
reached Spike’s entrance, he paused. He had promised though...so he did not
think about what he had done and carefully washed away the dried cum and blood
and carried on down Spike’s legs and feet.
Eventually Angel felt Spike was clean. He stood up and admired his handiwork.
Spike tried to smile, but it did not reach his eyes.
‘What’s wrong, Spike?’
Spike pursed his lips trying to gauge Angel’s mood.
‘I’ve been thinking...hey, don’t groan...hear me out. Only, these three months
I’ve been going a bit barmy, mate. I’ve been strung out. Like I said, hollow.
And tonight...don’t look like that...this needs to be said Angel...tonight,
I let myself fill up again. Everything I thought about you, all these frigging
years of emotional fuck-up just flooded back in. But I’ve been thinking...stop
snoring you bastard...I’ve been thinking that I don’t really want it.’
‘Oh. You don’t want me?’
‘Fuck off and get a life, Angel. Not YOU, ‘darling’!’ He said this last in a
sneering, ironic tone but Angel heard the deliberate undertone of sincerity
there. ‘I don’t want the baggage, all the old stuff. We said, ‘new’. We said,
‘second chance’. Well I want that. If we don’t, we’ll always go back to what
happened tonight...like I just did. It’ll haunt us Angel, just as effectively
as what we did all those years ago has done.’
‘What do you want to do, Spike? I don’t understand where you are going with
this.’
‘Yes. Yes you do, Angel.’
Angel pulled Spike to him and studied his face carefully.
‘Angel, I want to be hollow again. I want you to make me hollow and I want you
to fill me again. Drain me, feed me then take me. We start anew from this night.’
Angel didn’t reply, he only pulled Spike from shower and dragged him, still
dripping into the bedroom. He pushed him onto his back on the bed and climbed
up straddling Spike’s legs. Their damp bodies seemed to conduct a flow of intense
desire between them.
‘Hollow?’
‘Hollow.’
Angel slid slowly and seductively into game face. Spike responded. They licked
their lips and their yellow demon eyes flashed at each other. Primal, demonic
forces crept up from their bellies to ignite a flame that could only be fed
by blood. Pushing Spike’s neck back until he could feel the bones grind, Angel
slid his cutting fangs into the soft, white, defenceless skin.
Spike groaned and spread his fingers out. He started to feel his blood moving.
He had not felt this since the beginning, since Angelus had come to him and
taken him to the place where he need no longer fear the monsters. Because he
had joined them.
The blood began leaving his toes, they felt cold and dry, he felt it move up
his legs, his thighs throbbing with its power, then...oh God...across his balls,
all the blood moving through those soft sacs until they swelled and pulsed with
its energy, then his penis, hard and weeping from Angel’s presence becoming
flaccid and drained. He lost all sensation in his lower body. He cried out and
Angel pushed his face in harder to Spike’s throat, his lips now inside the column
of his neck, his nose buried deep in the precious tendons, sucking them as he
fed. The blood continued to flow out of Spike’s body. He now felt it starting
to drain in icy trickles through his brain. He began to feel light-headed. He
closed his eyes to the disorienting feeling and when he opened them again was
bemused to find himself looking down on the events unfolding on the bed as if
he hovered above them.
From where he floated over the bed, Angel appeared like some great jungle beast
feeding on prey. He looked like a lithograph in an ancient nursery fable, the
beast of a nightmare, arisen. Spike moved his arms and saw the pale figure on
the bed lie outspread as if in a parody of Christ, martyred on the cross. He
closed his eyes and opened them to the soft brown of Angel’s hair, close and
intimate once again.
He felt his heart empty and it was good. All the fear and loneliness, all the
hatred and longing, all the self-destructive urges and all consuming need sluiced
out and taken into Angel’s powerful, ancient body. He felt the light beginning
to fade but knew he had not closed his eyes. He felt he was near his end and
his beginning.
And then he knew no more.
Angel rose from the pale lifeless body, his face a mask of blood, blood running
off his chin, blood on his teeth, blood in his eyes. He turned to sit against
the headboard and pulled the light body into his arms.
That Spike should have such faith and trust in him made him humble.
He waited for a few moments to feel the power of Spike’s blood in him; he could
sense its delight in being back at the source of its demonic life. He stroked
the lifeless skin of his Childe remembering another time and place when he had
ripped and torn this body and made it his. He stroked his hand across Spike’s
belly and down to his soft, lifeless penis. She had found him doing this. She
had seen him with the body, playing, and had known that his thoughts had turned
from her. She would have stopped him returning the blood but he had begged and
pleaded and bargained with her.
And that bargain had cursed them all.
But not now. Second chances. That was what Spike had wanted for them both. He
stroked Spike’s face and pressed a soft kiss to his pale, cold lips then pried
them open with his insistent tongue.
It was time, the blood was singing in his veins and demanding its return. He
bit his tongue and pressed it back into Spike’s mouth. A few drops, just to
revive him enough to feed. He pumped the wound in his tongue with his lips to
make the drops turn into a small steam. He saw Spike’s eyes start to flutter
open. Stretching his own neck tight, Angel opened his artery and mashed Spike’s
mouth to the gaping wound. Spike’s face became soaked and red, but it revived
him enough to insert his fangs and suck. Within minutes, strong arms snaked
around Angel’s neck and he was pulled further onto the insistent mouth. A few
minutes more and Spike sat up, straddling Angel’s lap and still he fed, his
hands now on Angel’s face, pushing his head back so his neck was exposed and
smooth.
Just as Spike had felt every ounce of blood leaving his body, so he felt its
return. Every nerve came tingling back to life, every artery surging and pumping
with this shared blood. He started to shake with the power of its return and
felt as if his whole body was in orgasm.
He felt his penis start to swell with borrowed blood, far harder and thicker
than his usual erection. Angel's blood was stiffening him and he felt it would
push right through Angel's belly. He groaned again and began to lift and raise
himself on Angel's lap so the head of cock rubbed against Angel's hard abdominal
muscles. Angel groaned in unison as he felt the icy trail of Spike's pre-cum
wiped across his smooth skin. He wrapped his arms around Spike's back, crushing
him to him, increasing the friction and pressure on Spike's cock.
Spike had never felt so aroused. This was beyond the usual need for physical
relief that could be fulfilled by a quick hand job or, if he was lucky, a convenient
partner. This was as if his brain needed to fuck too. It was as if by coming
back to 'life' his body demanded coupling to reassert its hold on this perilous
state. He had seen humans reacting like this in war – a desperate need to fuck
and fuck and fuck.
He took his hands from the back of Angel's neck and put them down to spread
Angel's legs wide. Then he shifted so he was kneeling in between them. He put
one hand up to the gaping wound in Angel's neck, pulled his mouth away for a
moment and swirled one finger around in the pulsing fluid. Before Angel could
object he was back on, suckling, for all the world, as if this was his mother's
milk. With the slick finger, he explored Angel's cock, travelled down his perineum
and came to rest on his small, waiting entrance. He pulled away again from Angel's
neck to say in a voice deep and choked with blood, 'pull your legs back.'
Angel did as he was asked, drawing his thighs back so Spike had better access
to his hole and gave a cry of intense pleasure when he felt the tip of Spike's
finger slipping in through the tight ring of muscle.
Spike worked the tip of his finger around like a mortar in a pestle, grinding
it against the side walls, hooking it and probing, pulling back and pushing
in. Angel's head was thrown far back; his hands were buried deep in Spike's
damp hair.
'This feel good? Tell me.'
Angel managed only one word in reply to this. 'More…' But it was enough for
Spike. His feeding became frenzied and the more he sucked, the more he worked
Angel's hole. He finger started to get tired so he pushed another in and Angel's
low groan delighted him. With the strength of two fingers Spike was able to
reach the small swelling in Angel's passage that he wanted to explore. When
his fingers pressed against it Angel reared up from his sitting position, his
legs flew out straight and Spike was dislodged from his feeding.
Angel grabbed Spike's bloody face in his hands and practically shouted at him,
'cock, now!' He fell onto his hand and knees, spreading his legs as wide as
possible. Spike knelt behind him, his solid penis lying in the crack of Angel's
ass. The blood still dripped from Spike's fangs so he slipped back into his
human face and pushed his mouth to Angel's hole. He rubbed his face all over
the cheeks and puckered entrance, soaking them in the precious fluid then, taking
his cock in his hand, he guided it to Angel's hole. He had to smile to himself
when he found how difficult it was to bend it even that low. He pulled his foreskin
back to expose the wet, slippery tip and rubbed it over the bloodied entrance.
'Ready, luv?'
Angel's only reply was to put his hand behind him, seeking for Spike's hand.
They entwined their fingers and as Spike squeezed Angel's hand he pushed his
cock through the ring of protective muscle. He watched his shaft pushing in.
Angel's hole seemed to stretch beyond what Spike would have thought possible,
but the blood made him so slippery it did not tear. He pushed in for what seemed
like an age. He knew he must be near that spot again. He pulled his hand from
Angel's, gripped onto the raised hips and stared a jerking, thrusting movement,
just to explore Angel's reaction.
'More, more, fill me more.'
Spike pushed in until he saw his dark curls brushing Angel's pale cheeks. He
was fully embedded in his Sire's ass and he felt a surge of power that threatened
to overwhelm him. He wanted to fuck now; hard, fast fucking that would make
him cum in endless streams of fluid. He wanted to fill Angel's ass so he'd be
leaking for hours. He started slowly then worked up to a rapid, deep thrusting.
Suddenly Angel threw his head back and howled, 'there, there, there.' He'd found
that spot and he worked it with all his strength and energy, hitting it again
and again for Angel. He slipped one hand around Angel's hips and took the rigid
cock in a tight fist working it back against Angel's belly, stretching it away.
Angel lifted up onto his knees and braced himself against the headboard. He
knew he was coming. He couldn’t believe the sensation of Spike in his ass. He
was having an orgasm from being penetrated. Spike was in his ass. Spike who
had frustrated and teased and beguiled him for over a hundred years was thrusting
pleasure into his ass. He twisted his head around and saw Spike's face. It was
in human form but looked demonic in its intensity, his mouth in a feral snarl,
his teeth barred, his eyes screwed shut with the effort of reaching that elusive
relief. Then Spike opened his eyes. He saw Angel watching him and pulled Angel's
head back to rip and tear at his mouth in desperation for more contact, more
pleasure. It was the end for both of them. The touch of their mouths and the
taste of their joined blood sent a forceful jet of sperm up from Spike's hard
balls. It shot through his cock like cold lava to erupt deep into Angel's passage.
Angel felt it splashing against the walls, swirling around in the cavern created
by Spike's cock, he felt it well into a deep pool, but still Spike thrust in.
Angel felt the pool of cum being thrust up by Spike's continuing pressure and
his cock exploded as if somehow Spike's cum had been thrust even that far. Angel's
cum hit the headboard of the bed, it kept coming, a great arc of thick, white
fluid. Spike watched it over Angel's shoulder while he continued to ride into
Angel's ass. Spike's hand became coated with it as the stream slowed.
Finally, they were both drained. Spike could feel his cum starting to leak out
and knew he was softening slightly in Angel's ass.
Angel lay down. 'Don't pull out.'
So Spike stayed in and they entwined together. Angel started clenching and unclenching
the strong muscles in his backside and Spike felt his cock harden again to the
delicious sensation. But he growled a low growl of frustration when Angel suddenly
pulled off his cock and turned around in the bed to nuzzle into Spike's groin.
He thought Angel was going to suck him off and arched his cock towards Angel's
mouth. He was surprised when Angel slipped back into game face, gave him a bestial
look and bit deeply into Spike's femoral artery. Spike howled in pain and ecstasy.
Angel put a hand down onto the back of Spike's neck and Spike suddenly realised
why Angel had moved into this sixty-nine position. Angel pushed Spike's face
towards his groin. Spike let his demon free once more that night and bit into
the soft, delicious flesh at the top of Angel's thigh.
They lay entwined, sucking and feeding from this sensual place. Spike had no
idea why Angel had chosen to do it this way until he realised that all his blood
now had to leave his body from his groin, all his blood passing through his
cock and balls. It was like his previous draining magnified tenfold. His cock
swelled with the passing blood as if it were going to burst. With huge relief
he felt Angel pull his bloody mouth away from the wound to plunge it down on
his cock. Spike screamed with the pain of feeling his swollen cock being pushed
against Angel's throat. Two strong sucks from Angel's talented mouth and Spike
lost it. He shot a load of cold cum into Angel's mouth. Angel didn't even hesitate;
he swallowed some of it and returned immediately to the wound, adding Spike's
blood to the other intimate fluid he held in his mouth. Spike felt humbled.
He glanced across at Angel's cock, swaying inches from his face. He stopped
sucking. The sight was incredible. Angel's cock was an angry purple, Spike almost
swore he could see the blood moving through it. He looked at Angel and felt
a tingle of lust tickle down his spine when he saw that Angel was watching him
with feral, yellow eyes. Spike plunged his mouth down onto Angel's cock just
as his Sire had done for him. Angel took his mouth away for one second from
his blood fest and mouthed silently at Spike, 'good boy.'
Angel came as urgently as Spike had done. Neither had any choice, the blood
being dragged through their cocks was making them hard without any participation
from them. Angel smiled to himself, he'd discovered something much more effective
than Viagra, but doubted many humans would like to try it. Spike was swollen
again and the tip of his cock weeping for release, again Angel moved his mouth
seamlessly from wound to cock. Again Spike came in a few seconds, this time
Angel heard a low cry of pleasure from Spike as Angel played on the tip with
his tongue. Spike moved back to Angel's cock, copying Angel's moves exactly.
But when Angel brought Spike off for the third time he put his hand down to
prevent Spike doing the same for him. He wondered why, especially as Angel sucked
him off for a fourth time again without allowing Spike to move. Spike glanced
nervously at Angel's cock. It must be incredibly painful by now, it certainly
looked it. It was hugely swollen in diameter and lay completely flat against
Angel's hard stomach. A flood of pre-cum was washing like a river over Angel's
belly button. Spike watched the angry purple tip with fascination. How could
Angel bear such pain? Angel sucked Spike off one last time then reared up in
the bed and flung himself onto Spike, pinning him on the bed on his back. He
took the backs of Spike's thighs and lifted them up and back as far as they
would go. Then he pushed them some more. Spike thought his hips might dislocate,
but the position lifted his ass right off the bed and made his hole a clear,
ready target. Spike’s eyes widened in fear when he realised why Angel had not
taken any relief. The engorged shaft was still vertical against Angel's belly,
so swollen with the passing blood that Spike doubted that, even in this position,
Angel would be able to reach him. He was not too sure he wanted him to anyway.
It seemed completely impossible that that would go in his tiny hole.
But at that very moment, the moon came out from behind a cloud and Angel's body
was bathed in its luminance. Spike closed his eyes and when he opened them again,
Angel was back in human face and smiling down at Spike. And Spike realised that
the long journey was over. What they had begun one hundred years ago was to
be completed here and now. There had been so much distance between them, such
a long road travelled. Spike wanted to come home.
'Take me, Sire.'
'Going to.'
Angel put his hand to Spike's still bleeding artery and smeared blood across
to Spike's hole then he put the tip of his cock in position. Looking down at
Spike, he pushed slowly in. He said only one word, but it was like a long drawn
out sigh.
'Yeah.'
He paused for a moment then pushed in the rest of the way. Angel was embedded
so deeply that the bones in Spike's ass dug into his hips. He ground himself
on them for a moment, revelling in the feel of his sac begin rubbed against
their hardness. Spike gave out a high-pitched cry of ecstasy. He felt overwhelmed
by the feeling of Angel inside him.
When Angel knew he could get no deeper, he leant forward towards Spike and placed
a deep, reverential kiss on his lips, then whispered in a low, melodic voice,
'I will cry out when I come, 'I love you,' know, Childe, that it is for you.
When you see my face contorted in its orgasm, know that it is for you.'
Spike had wanted to be drained, filled and taken. He had not expected that he
would also be saved.
As Angel began a steady thrusting, Spike put an arm across his face. He did
not want Angel to see him cry. Each thrust took away a part of Spike's pain
and replaced it with a part of Angel. Had Spike ever heard of the God-shaped
hole, he would have felt his being filled that night. His Sire was finally claiming
him. He was no longer the lost Childe crying in the wilderness, he was taken
and marked and owned and wanted. Only a few hours ago Spike had had this cock
in his ass, but had thought Angel dead. He had been penetrated and taken, but
had thought that Angel was dead. But they were here, now. Second chances indeed.
So Spike tried to hide his face, tried not to let Angel see how deeply he felt
this penetration. He was a demon; he feared he had no idea how to cope with
love this deep.
But Angel knew. As he kept up the steady, regular thrusts he pulled Spike's
arm away. Spike looked at him questioningly, his tear-streaked face glistening
in the moonlight. Angel just smiled at him.
'Wanna see you.'
Spike felt himself come back into the room from the place he had been. He came
back to the reality of Angel buried deep in his ass, Angel laughing at him -
not a God, not a Sire, not even another demon - just Angel.
'Hi.'
Spike gave a small grin. His over-active imagination again. He had to stop thinking
so much. Had to think less and act more. So he did. He lifted his hips up to
meet Angel's next thrust.
Angel threw back his head. 'Yeah.'
Again Angel thrust, again Spike lifted to meet it. Angel moved his hands from
Spike's legs to catch his feet. He pulled them up and pressed them either side
of Spike’s head so Spike was bent double and then thrust in again. And that
was it. Angel hit the spot deep in Spike's channel that had never been touched
before. So, in a way, this was Spike's first time. The first time it had given
him a sensation like that. He flung himself forward, his incredibly strong abdominal
muscles raising him up, almost a far as Angel's chest.
'Oh…fucking hell…is that what it was like for you?'
'Yeah.' Angel seemed stuck with that one word, too lost in his impending orgasm
to increase his vocabulary.
'Do it again, Angel.'
'Yeah.'
This time Spike flung himself back down again, arching once more to Angel's
thrusting. He put his hand to his cock, incredulous that he was hard for the
seventh time that night. Angel was watching him and hissed with pleasure when
Spike pulled back his foreskin to show him his exposed tip.
'Yeah. Pull it.'
When Spike started to pull and work his cock, Angel became wild. He started
thrashing against Spike as if he were trying to smash his way into Spike's body.
Spike's sac was trapped by the ferocious onslaught and he howled in pain and
pleasure as for the seventh time that night he felt it burst its contents into
his cock and release them in a jet of cold sperm. Angel bent forward slightly
and let the fluid splash on his face, then arched his back and howled an ear
splitting, 'I love you,' as his seed was implanted in Spike, forever claiming
him as his Childe. Angel rode Spike for many minutes, drawing out his orgasm.
He could feel each squirt of cum splashing against Spike's walls and cooling
the tip of his cock. It was so wet in Spike's tunnel that Angel felt cum being
forced back down past his swelling shaft. But he continued to thrust. He locked
eyes with Spike, neither able to smile or acknowledge the other’s presence,
the intensity of their orgasms too great.
Finally, there was no more. They were both utterly, utterly drained. Angel just
collapsed on Spike as if he had been felled with an axe. Spike eased his legs
down and groaned slightly as his hips complained at the stretch. He gave himself
a wry smile at this. He knew it was hardly a manly, Big-Bad-demon sort of thing
to be complaining about. Angel was not moving. Sixteen stone of Master Vampire
lay on his Childe like a dead weight. It was fortunate that Spike did not need
to breathe. So he just wrapped his arms tightly around Angel's back and lay
there.
His entire body felt bruised and used. It felt incredibly good. Better than
the feeling he got from fighting, better than hunting. The best. Nothing compared
to this. He was Angel's at last. He wondered if Angel was awake or if he was
going to say something profound about this coupling.
'Hey, pet, you in there?'
'Yeah.'
'You okay?'
'Yeah.'
'You gonna stay there all night?'
'Yeah.'
Spike just laughed and pushed Angel slightly to one side. They both laughed
when he literally slid off, skating on the copious pools of cum lying between
them. Angel immediately wrapped as much of his body against Spike's as he could.
Spike pulled the blankets up over them both and they lay there feeling their
bodies throb and twitch with post orgasmic energy.
'Angel.'
'Hum.'
'I left my body when you fed from me. I was up there, watching.'
'Yeah? Like what you saw?'
'Preferred it down here.'
'Good.'
‘Angel...’
‘Go to sleep.’
‘When I was up there, do you think that was my soul?’
‘Nah.’
‘Oh. Don’t sound too enthusiastic, will you, luv?’
‘Spike, it no longer matters to me, you are as I see you, no more no less.’
‘Ahh, but what if you didn’t see me, what am when I’m alone?’
Angel smiled against Spike’s back. He found it hard to believe they had only
had this conversation a few hours ago. It seemed more like lifetimes. ‘Oh, when
you are alone you are still my lover, my delight, my most precious, my number
one priority and my soulmate.’
‘Oh. Good. Soulmate? Mate to your soul?’
‘Yeah, mate to my soul’
‘Rather be mate to yer hole!’
‘Okay, holemate then.’
Spike liked the sound of this and repeated it irritatingly for a while.
‘Spike...I’m going to hit you in a minute. Shut up and go to sleep.’
'What time is it?'
'Nearly morning. Go to sleep.'
'We don't have to do shit tomorrow do we? We are staying in bed…aren't we?'
'Tomorrow is cancelled due to lack of interest.'
‘Angel...’
‘Hum...’
‘What’s that?’
‘My finger...’
‘Thought it was. Thought you wanted me to go to sleep. What did you do Angel,
before I came along...how the hell did you get any work done, you must have
had to stop every five minutes for a wank.’
‘Didn’t feel like this ‘til you stomped into that party.’
‘Knew I looked irresistible in leather.’
‘You look irresistible in skin. Like this?’
Spike did, but wanted more. He shifted so his leg was thrown up over Angel.
Angel just slipped his penis into Spike’s very slippery, very stretched hole.
‘Umm, much better, move a bit, Angel.’
‘Nah, don’t move, let’s see how long we can keep this up...wanna try for a whole
day record?’
And with that they both fell into a half sleep, Angel occasionally pulsing his
cock in Spike’s hole just enough to stay hard, Spike once or twice wriggling
on Angel to remind him to do so. Hours passed. Sometimes they kissed, but grew
too aroused and couldn’t be bothered to move and stopped so they could just
let Angel’s cock do the kissing for them. Angel kept Spike’s cock hard too,
every hour or so gently stroking it and working his damp fist around and over
the top. They might have made the day record they were aiming for if it hadn’t
been for the phone. It rang, loud and shrill on the table next to Spike’s ear.
Angel let it ring. As long as he could which, being a responsible dark avenger,
was not long. He picked it up with a weary sigh and held it so Spike could hear
too.
'Hello.'
'Angel…it's me...’ More awake now, Angel pushed a little harder into Spike,
Spike responded with a thrust back of his hips. ‘...Cordelia's had another vision...’
Angel groaned but it was not because of Wesley’s words. Spike put Angel’s free
hand on his cock and made him form a hard fist around it. ‘...It's a bad one
I'm afraid...’ Angel felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through the small of his
back and on into his balls. ‘...I'm going to pick her up at her place and then
we'll come on to you…you still there Angel…Angel...'
'Uh…yes, thanks Wesley. See you then.' Angel let the phone drop and sat up,
pushing Spike face down into the mattress.
‘Fuck, I’m hard...not gonna make the day’s record, sorry.’ And he started urgent
thrusting into Spike. Concentrating on his impending orgasm, he hardly heard
Spike’s muffled question.
'What time is it?'
'No, Spike…no time.'
'Angel, how long will it take?'
'What?' He could hardly talk, he was rising and lowering himself on this hard
body, working this tight hole, milking every ounce of pleasure out of it he
could. Until it wriggled out from under him, literally leaving him fucking the
pillow.
‘SPIKE!!!’
‘Woops, sorry mate, but how long will it take Wesley to get to Cordelia's place
and then get here?'
‘Shut up, get back here. Get back on my cock.’
‘Angel...time!’
Angel looked unbelievingly at his watch. 'This time of the morning, I guess
about an hour, why?'
Spike smiled at him and kissed him. Angel immediately tried to catch him and
pin him back onto the bed, but Spike was quicker and dodged away. He swung his
legs over the edge and started hunting for his clothing.
‘Spike!’ Angel actually heard a petulant whine creep into his voice and tried
again, going for the masterful Sire tone. ‘Spike, what are you doing?’
'One hour, pet. We'd better shower and shit and then I'll check the weapons
over and you can make breakfast for Cordy and Wes when they get here cus they'll
be hungry and then…come on Angel…get out of bed?'
Angel lay back and listened in amazement to Spike's words.
Second chances.
Spike had asked to be emptied, filled and taken and Angel had done that. He
thought he would be claiming a Childe - he had hoped to find a lover, too. But
listening to Spike's unexpected reaction to the telephone call, he was beginning
to see that he had a friend, a companion and a colleague now. He had not expected
that.
Second chances.
Spike turned around to look impatiently at Angel.
'Come on, Angel. Get up. How much longer do we have?'
Angel just smiled at him, put one hand out to touch his face and said the word
that came into his mind, as he looked at his second chance.
'Eternity.'
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