Life (or Unlife) Goes On

Title: Life (or Unlife) Goes on
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Disclaimer: Do not own any of the characters except for original ones, do not make any money from this and I don't mean any of the actors who have portrayed these characters any disrespect
Pairing: Angel/Spike eventually A/S/X
Rating: This Chap NC17
Spoilers: All of Buffy and Angel
Distrubution: Ask and you shall receive
Warnings: M/M Violence and mild language
A/N: Thankyou for all who read and please reveiw even if its a couple of words. Its my first fic and I love encouragement or even criticism, its what helps me make later chapters better

Chapter Ten

Spike’s POV

We walk in silence for a while and I admire the way he walks. He finally breaks the silence by asking.
‘What did you talk to Conner about.’

‘Ah fighting, vampires and you and me. He seems to be okay with us in that he is not totally opposed to it.’

‘Good he didn’t ask about Darla at all?’

‘No and if he did I’d tell him to ask someone else.’ I don’t particularly want to be reminded of Darla saying we didn’t get along is the understatement of the year. We were a family but vampires have a definite pecking order. As master vampires we had servants and minions but the pecking order is also evident between sire and childe especially with master vampires. So Darla was the head of the family and lorded it over the rest of us. Angelus was of course next followed by Drusilla and then me. Drusilla treated us more like equals but Angelus and Darla loved tormenting me. We head into the graveyard and I feel better. I always feel at home in graveyards, it’s the home place of dead things including me. We get to the grave in question and it just looks like any other grave.

‘A lot of people have been through here, can you smell a vampire,’ Angel asks. Everybody has a distinct smell but on top of that living people smell different to vampires and vampires smell different to demons. Well some demons stink. I smell around and through the different scents I think I can faintly smell a vampire. Its very faint though. I change faces in order to smell better.

‘I think it goes that way,’ I venture. I look at him and realise he has also changed, all I want to do is kiss him. I turn around to follow the scent but he puts his arm on my shoulder and turns me back to him.

‘Spike,’ he murmurs and he kisses me softly, repetitively. Our lips meet and part meet and part. They aren’t full of ravaging desire but they feel so good. We stop and he stares into my eyes. ‘Spike we’d better go before we can’t smell anything but us.’ I nod reluctantly I don’t want to leave him. Finally we both turn at the same time and leave. I try to concentrate on the female vampires scent and try to block out the smell of Angel and I. The trail leads us into a crypt and into the sewers where I can’t smell it over the smell of the actual sewers.

‘Which way,’ I ask.

‘How bout this way and if we don’t find anything we will turn around and look the other way.’ We follow the sewers and I start to think about Angelus. After I was turned he took me under his wing and in my own way I worshipped the ground he walked on. He taught me so much but I was always aware that he had the power. Whatever he wanted he took but then he got a soul and left until he lost it in Sunnydale and tried to come back to us. Just thinking about what happened while I was stuck in that bloody wheelchair makes me shiver involuntarily. ‘Spike?’ Oh shit how do I tell him how I’m feeling without sounding like an absolute sissy. ‘Its Angelus, isn’t it?’ How does he know? We stop but I don’t want to look at him. I wish I could shrug it off and keep walking forgetting everything but I can’t. He steps in front of me and his hand cups my chin and lifts it up til our eyes meet, his are full of concern. ‘Spike shit you know I’m so sorry for everything. If you just want to not be with me cos its too painful I understand okay.’ Shit he is so concerned. I just can’t answer but instead kiss him quickly and then start walking again. I know he isn’t Angelus otherwise I couldn’t have been able to let him have me fully this morning. I suddenly see something in front of us. When we get closer I realise its rocks, it seems the ceiling collapsed and half on the tunnel is blocked. The smell of the female vampire has returned and is strong right here. Angel spots something, bends down and pulls out a scrap of material. He sniffs and passes it to me.

‘Looks like our vampire was under this. She’d have to be strong to be able to move all this off herself. Maybe she is the same one who killed the policeman.’

‘I don’t know, I think any vampire could get out of here, might take a while though,’ I argue. He gives me a look and says,

‘Lets just see shall we?’ We continue on and soon reach a ladder that leads to a manhole. He ascends first and so I follow his firm, tight bum up the ladder. I resists the urge to squeeze it like a piece of fruit. Damm. I want him again. I concentrate on the task at hand. We emerge into an alley that I immediately recognise from the pictures Riley gave us earlier. Right over there is where the mugger died. Bugger, Angel was correct the vampire at the graveyard killed the policeman. We follow the scent and sure enough we end up in the alley where the policeman were killed. Before Angel can gloat I get in first with,

‘Yeah, okay so you were right for once, must have been a lucky guess,’ I feign anger. He just grabs my shoulders, pushes me til my backs against the wall and kisses me hard. When he breaks away he says,

‘Your so handsome when your angry,’ and he turns back to the alley. Shit do I ever want him.

‘Spike,’ Angel calls breaking through my thoughts. ‘I think there were other humans here when she killed the policeman and I think she went with them.’

‘What?’ I sniff and smell three people and loads of cheap perfume. ‘It was three women,’ I add, he nods and we continue to follow the trail. A block and a half later we come to a door leading to a basement apartment. Three humans and the vampire went in here but there is also a newer scent, all four of them left here tonight. Why hasn’t she just killed them? I look at Angel and he has such a puzzled look on his face that I can’t help but pinch his bum and slide my tongue up his neck before silently turning and following the most recent trail. I want to kneel down and grasp him in my mouth right there but instead I keep walking. I can only just smell the cheap perfume through our joint arousal. The trail ends in front of a very seedy looking strip joint.

‘That other murder happened round the corner,’ states Angel.

‘Someone’s been a busy girl.’ I turn to walk in but Angel stops me by nibbling my ear and whispering.

‘Your still in vamp face.’ I kiss him while changing back. He is hard next to me but I try to control myself and walk in. The place is nothing special, there is nothing to distinguish it from the hundreds of places just like it. I sit down at a booth up the back and Angel follows. I absent-mindedly stroke his hand while I scan the girls for an undead one.

“She’s over there dancing for that couple,’ he whispers in my ear. All I can do is smell him and I don’t think I can stand it anymore. I stare at him and he stares back the only emotion in his eyes is desire.

‘Well she’s going to be a while,’ I smile at him, ‘Wanna go outside for a bit.’ If it’s at all possible that arouses him even more but he doesn’t seem to trust himself to answer. I get up and still stroking his hand walk out of the place and round the corner. As soon as we are alone in the alley he attacks me with his mouth. We stumble around until his back is against the wall. My hands crawl down his body and expertly undo his pants.

‘Spike,’ he murmurs as I slide my hand in and cup him. I love to have him in my grip. I reluctantly remove my lips from his and kneel on the concrete. ‘How many times have we done this in an alley,’ he asks quietly. I look up at him and a smile dances across my face as I remember all the times we were almost caught or the handful of times that we were.

‘Loads of times,’ I answer and silently add that most of those times I enjoyed it too. I take his entire length in my mouth and I hear him gasp. I look up at him and keep my gaze there as I so very slowly rake my teeth very gently over him until he leaves my mouth completely.

‘Spike more.’ I love the power I have over him that makes him unable to form a sentence. I take him and deep throat him so slowly. ‘Oh Spike my love more please.’ Unable to resist his pleas I give him what he wants and start to move backwards and forwards. ‘Shit Spike!’ I suddenly realise that his hands are wrapped in my hair and his thumb is moving over my neck in time with me. I up the anti and he starts to moan. ‘Spike, William, shit, so, so good.’ His eyes are on mine and they are raging torrents of desire. How I love doing this for him. ‘Mouth, ah, best fucking mouth ever.’ I can’t help but smile but then I start to purr making my throat and mouth muscles vibrate over him. ‘Oh Spike childe.’ Shit! He hasn’t called me that for a long time. With my hand I find his balls which I gently squeeze then let go. It has the effect that I wanted as he climaxes into my eager mouth. His seed slides down my throat, I love the taste of him. ‘Ahhhhhh oh Spike.’ I stay with him bringing him back down until he is aware of everything again. I sit back on my heels and smile at him. He zips himself up while I get up and find a smoke. ‘There’s something about alleys.’

‘Yeah death,’ I answer, ‘We both died in alleys, millions of people do but you don’t see children being born in them.’

‘Conner was.’ He says softly. I finish my smoke in silence thinking that the last time I had sex in an alley was with Buffy. She always thought it was dirty to do it there but hell we did it anyway. I then look up to ask him if we should leave but before I can he has pushed me against the wall and is kissing me.

‘Shit Spike your so fucking hard. How can you live with it?’ I can’t say anything but kiss him back hard. His needs have always come first, its hard to get out of that pattern, His hands twist my nipple cruelly through my top.

‘Angel?’ Its barely even a whisper.

‘I’m on it Spike.’ His hands fumble with my belt buckle and I try to help him I’m so eager for him to touch me. Finally he slides his hand in and I moan at his touch. Its easy to tell that I haven’t had regular sex for a long time not since Buffy.

‘Angel!’ His hand is so light caressing me. He kneels down and I bite my tongue. The very idea of him wanting to do this for me is almost too much. He breathes in my scent before licking the back of my cock. ‘Fuck Angel.’ He just smiles and then grasps me. ‘Sire!’ I grasp his hair and try to hold on concentrating on his eyes and the cool stone wall against my back. ‘Oh Fuck!’ Is about as succinct as I can be at the moment. ‘Angel love.’ He is enjoying it as he slowly moves faster and faster servicing me. ‘Angel!’ I rest my head against the bricks and pant enjoying the feeling. I don’t want to climax just yet but Angel has other ideas. He draws me out but then gulps me back in and I can’t hold on anymore. ‘Sire!’ I cry and cum into his mouth my knees feel weak and I struggle to keep upright. I just stand there and pant.

‘Wow that looked like a good orgasm, don’t suppose I could join in.’
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