I Will Remember You

Angel cursed under his breath at the cheery little aide who came into his room at the nursing home every morning to change his diaper and get him out of bed.

"And how are we feeling today, Mr. Angel?" she chirped as the sheet covering his frail body was unceremoniously ripped off.

*How the fuck do you think I feel, you stupid bint!? Don’t you know by now that I love the fact that I’ve been confined to my bed and that fuckin’ wheelchair you insist on keeping me in all day? After all these years.... don’t you think? Don’t you care?*

"Good," Angel mumbled without looking up at the bouncing blond bimbo.

After he was bathed and changed, Nurse Cheerful wheeled Angel out onto the balcony adjacent to his room so he could sit in the morning sun. Angel hated the sun now, more so than when he had been a vampire. He had given up everything to be able to walk away from that alley behind Wolfram and Hart more than fifty years ago and this was his just reward.

Angel had expected the shanshu to be a more intense experience than it actually was. Other than feeling a bit dizzy when his heart had started to beat again, there was no blinding flash of light or intense feeling of being reborn that he had anticipated from his many months of research. What he didn’t expect was the pain.

He remembered it as if it were only yesterday, that fateful night when they had slain the dragon after a hard, bloody fight. The jubilant look on Spike’s face as he raised his sword over his head in victory only to realize that the fight had lasted until daybreak, the look of love and horror in those soulful blue eyes as a ray of burning sunlight shot through Spike like a laser beam.

Angel could still see his beautiful boy exploding into a million golden dust motes that rained down and stuck to his skin for days afterward. He remembered how he had dared not bathe for weeks after so he could keep a part of Spike with him for as long as possible.

The pain of losing his soul mate was unbearable when the last of Spike’s ashes were scrubbed from his body in the emergency room of a psychiatric hospital after the police had picked him up off the street, thinking he was a homeless person needing help.

Angel couldn’t tell them why he was so filthy and wearing the same bloodied clothes from his fight in the alley so many weeks ago, not that they would believe him anyway, so he kept quiet as they questioned him. Once or twice a sob escaped from his lips as he thought about Spike, making the doctors think he was psychotic since he wouldn't speak. It was their expert opinion that he must be schizophrenic, and if that was the case, he should be committed.


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Spike unfurled the magnificent white wings that adorned his muscled back to their full length and gracefully caught the current as it lifted him above the clouds. Dawn was fast approaching and he had little time to return to the small, quiet church he had called home for more than fifty years.

He was tired, this former human cum vampire who now spent every night with the archangel Michael after the heavenly being had found him floating between heaven and hell so long ago. He had finished collecting his assigned number of souls for the night and Spike smiled at the irony of a once soulless demon now guarding and protecting the very essence of something he had given up so long ago, only to die while trying to get it back.

“I see you had a good night, William,” a deep and familiar voice floated softly on the wind past Spike’s ears.

Spike smiled happily and undulated his resplendent wings, gently moving them back and forth as he waited for Michael to swoop down in front of him and wrap his strong arms around his wiry frame. Then, the big angel would pull him in for a passionate kiss, just as he always did every night after his work was done.

Michael brushed his feathers lightly over the tips of Spike’s wings as he passed behind him, knowing the reaction he would get and he wasn’t disappointed. He would never tire of the wonderful welcome he always got when he met up with Spike at the end of their nightly quests and if this wasn’t heaven, he didn’t know what was.

The big angel gently floated down in front of Spike and took him into his arms, pressing his larger frame tightly against his lover’s smaller one. He bent his head to kiss and nibble at Spike’s throat and he was rewarded with a soft sigh that soon turned into a low purr.

“I love it when you do that, my beloved,” Michael smiled at Spike before he captured his lips in a hard, possessive kiss and slid one hand down to squeeze Spike’s growing erection.

Spike moaned. “Don’t give just any bloke a free feel, ya know,” he sighed as he pressed himself against Michael’s meaty paw.

A melodic chuckle came from Michael as he took Spike’s hand and pressed it against his own arousal. Spike moaned again. “All for you, my little one,” the big angel smiled as he looked into his lover’s lust-filled eyes.

“Mine...” Spike whispered as he wound his arms around Michael’s neck and wrapped his legs around his waist.

“Yours, my beloved,” Michael sighed as he slid his hands around Spike’s waist and down to his buttocks, gently spreading his ass cheeks with his big hands.

Spike moaned and hoisted himself up and onto Michael’s waiting cock, slowly sliding down its thick length until he was fully seated. Then, he folded his wings around himself and his lover to make a soft cocoon while they made love.

Michael spread his wings out to their full length and pumped them hard to catch the current where he and Spike would be flying high above the clouds, sailing gracefully in the stratosphere as they moved against each other.

Their passion was always gentle and without pain, for heavenly beings enjoyed a state of spiritual blessedness and perfect happiness, oblivious to everything else. And it was during these blissful times when Michael was inside Spike, floating to completion with his love, that he felt truly blessed.

The road to ecstacy was short with the coming dawn forcing the two angels to sigh their release as they spiraled downward toward the earth. Spike reluctantly unfurled his wings after he had kissed Michael and murmured words of love to his beloved, then headed toward the little church that sat nestled in the midst of a tiny mountain village.

Michael was not far behind as he followed Spike toward their resting place and even managed to overtake him at the end of their trek, laughing and swooping around the smaller angel in circles, making Spike lose his concentration.

“Bloody hell!” Spike cursed out loud as his wings flapped unevenly, making Michael laugh all the more.

“Why, William... was that an actual curse? You know angels are not supposed to do that, don’t you? What will everyone think?”

“Don’t care what everyone thinks, Michael. ‘M just tired’s all...”

Michael flew underneath Spike and gathered him into his arms for the descent into the church. “I know you’re tired, my love, and I am sorry.” The big angel kissed Spike gently on the lips as he lowered his small frame into the alcove above the altar. “Forgive me?”

Spike smiled and returned Michael’s kiss. “Can’t stay mad at you, luv. You know that. Now, give us a kiss before the sun reaches us, yeah?”

Michael obliged then watched Spike take his place in the stained glass window on the right side of the altar where he knelt down and lifted his head in adoration to the Blessed Virgin above him. When he was sure that Spike was safe, the archangel took his own place on the other side of the mural, picking up the sword and shield that were befitting the Left Hand of God.


~ tbc ~