Midnight and Roses
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
40
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5,365
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2
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Absense Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
Author: Dayrunner
Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Genre: Slash m/m
Pairing:Dom Spike/Sub Angel
Rating: NC-17 for masturbation
Summary: Spike heads off to England with Giles and Angel
finds that he can’t stop worrying about the blond vampire.
Warning: Totally AU. Angel was always human and is subject to
all the emotions, insecurities and fragilities that comes with it.
Spike has been a vampire for over 100 years and puts on a hard
shell for the outside world, but when he is with Angel, his gentler
side of William comes out. That’s why Angel will call him both Spike
and Will.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from BtVS or its
entities. This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 11
Angel was miserable. This was the first time in his relationship with Spike that one of them had to be away on business. He had never given it much thought before, but now that it was a reality, he didn’t like it one bit. The thought of not having his beautiful vampire nearby filled him with dread, but Spike had assured him that the separation would make their love stronger, promising a magnificent celebration when he returned.
Shuffling over to the window, Angel pulled the curtains aside and looked down at the street forlornly as his blond lover got into the waiting car. Before he got inside and pulled the door closed, Spike looked up at Angel and touched him lovingly through their link, trying his best to reassure his fragile human. Then, in the blink of an eye, the car pulled away and Spike was gone.
Angel sighed heavily, watching the car’s red taillights until they faded into the night, trying to keep Spike with him for as long as possible. Although he knew their blood link would keep them connected as long as they both walked the earth, the farther apart they were, the weaker it would be. Angel wasn’t comfortable with that and he was already feeling the first flutters of panic deep in his belly. He went over to the sofa and ungracefully flopped down on it with no idea of what he would do without Spike for a whole week.
“Will...” Angel moaned as a hand went down to the neglected bulge in his jeans.
~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~
Spike’s hands were shaking as he pulled out his smokes and lit one up without asking Giles for permission. The anxiety that he was already feeling from Angel was mixing with his own fear of flying and it was taking its toll. The logistics needed to get Spike safely across the Atlantic to England involved perfect timing to insure that the noble vampire would not burst into flames because of a miscue on the transatlantic flight or on the ground.
The vampire would be in the air, unavoidably, during some daylight hours and therein lay the rub. To insure Spike’s safe arrival in England, he would have to trust Giles completely with an intricate plan that consisted of traveling at night, staying in the shadows and posing as the Watcher’s invalid brother with medical certificates to insure privileged boarding options. If all else failed, Giles had been armed with crystals and spells to use as a last resort.
Luck was on Spike’s side during the nonstop, twelve and a half hour flight from Los Angeles to London. He and Giles had left during the night on the ‘red eye’, and due to the time zones and the early sunset of winter, arrived safely in England. As soon as they had disembarked, they were whisked through security and into a waiting car for the two-hour ride to the Watcher Council’s country estate outside London.
It was almost 2:00 a.m. when the car pulled up in front of the mansion and Spike and Giles got out of the car. Spike was frantic, needing to ring Angel to assure him that he had arrived safely, and it took all of his iron will not to vamp out and demand to be taken to a phone immediately. Instead, he gritted his teeth and exchanged pleasantries with his hosts for Giles’ sake, trying to act like the proud Watcher that he was.
The novelty of having a Master vampire in their midst fascinated the small group crowding around Spike and Giles as they made their way in. Spike was offered a small goblet of pigs’ blood, which he gratefully accepted and Giles was given a glass of his favorite Irish whiskey as they settled in. In a matter of minutes, though, Spike was feigning exhaustion and had asked to be excused.
Apologies were immediately issued and Spike was shown directly to his room. It was a fairly large sized space, nicely appointed, with a minimum of windows for sun exposure. A large bed centered the room, surrounded by night tables with lamps on either side, a desk with a chair was off in one corner and a nice sized overstuffed chair filled another.
As soon as Spike’s eyes found the telephone on one of the night tables, he dived onto the bed, grabbing for it like a drowning man would for a life ring. With shaking fingers, he dialed their number, hoping Angel was home.
~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~
Angel was slouching deep into his chair by the phone, willing it to ring. He had hardly eaten anything or slept more than a few winks at a time since last night, worrying about Spike. It was pointless to obsess over his lover’s safety; Angel knew that. What worried him most was that Spike wasn’t a mere mortal with special needs. Spike was a vampire. ‘His’ vampire... and he missed him.
A blinding headache had already taken up residence in the back of Angel’s eyes, and he gingerly got up to pull some aspirin from the medicine cabinet. He looked at his watch as he walked to the bathroom and heaved a sigh. More than enough time had passed for Spike and Giles to have reached England and to have arrived at the Watcher Estate safely. After fetching the aspirin and downing the chalky pills, the bed seemed like a welcoming place to be until Spike called.
Angel went into the bedroom and toed off his shoes before he flopped down onto the bed without pulling down the covers. It felt so good to stretch out his full length after spending last night cramped up on the couch in the living room. Slowly, some of the tension eased as he became somewhat relaxed and it was getting harder for him to keep his eyes open. After a few short minutes of fighting the inevitable, he drifted off into a light sleep.
Angel started to dream. He could hear the faint sound of a telephone ringing, but it was nowhere to be found. He frantically rushed from one unfamiliar room to another, looking for the cordless wonder, becoming more and more frustrated when he couldn’t find it. Finally, reality shocked him awake and he knew it was his own telephone set ringing. Angel jolted up on the bed, his hands fumbling for the phone in the dark until he found the receiver. He picked it up and spoke hesitantly, his voice cracking harshly from sleep.
“Yes? Umm... hello?”
“Miss me, pet?” Spike tried to hide the emotion in his voice even though his hands were shaking. It was so good to hear his human’s voice.
Angel became instantly alert and sighed in relief when he heard his vampire’s deep, unmistakable cockney accent.
“Will... baby... thank the gods... Of course I miss you... Umm, how was your trip... every thing ok? Oh fuck, Will... I’m so glad to hear from you...” Angel was so happy, he could only babble.
“My sweet boy,” Spike sighed softly at the sound of Angel’s voice, his dead heart filling with joy.
For several long minutes, the two lovers murmured sweet nothings to each other, exchanging thoughts of love and comfort, both growing hard as their links touched.
Spike groaned softly as he stretched out on the bed and adjusted the bulge in his pants.
“What are you wearing, luv?” the blond vampire drawled into the receiver in his most sexy baritone.
“Wha... why?” Angel asked, a bit puzzled. Could Spike know how hard he was for him and that he couldn’t help squeezing the bourgeoning erection in his pants?
“Because I want you naked for me.” Spike purred as he started to wriggle out of his own clothes.
“Only have on my black tee shirt and jeans,” Angel blushed.
“Boxers?” Spike closed his eyes and squirmed a bit when his cock gave an interested jerk.
“Nope...” Angel smiled shyly.
“Good boy,” Spike purr-growled. “Strip...”
Spike listened intently and started to stroke himself slowly as he heard Angel throw the phone down and quickly tear off his tee shirt. When the small vampire heard the zipper on his boy’s pants slide down, his cock jumped at the image of Angel lying naked on their bed, legs spread wide, waiting for him. He closed his eyes and moaned, tightening his grip on the base of his cock so he wouldn’t cum.
Angel threw down the phone and ripped off his tee shirt as fast as he could. A soft groan escaped from his lips when he arched his hips and pushed his jeans down, letting his cock bounce out. He hurriedly freed his legs, kicking the pants to the floor before he picked up the phone again and cradled it between his neck and shoulder. One hand was already on his dripping cock, stroking slowly, but he knew he wouldn’t last long.
“Will... baby...?” Angel breathed huskily.
“Close your eyes, my sweet boy...” Spike whispered as he threw their blood link open full force.
“One with me... through my mark... through my blood...” the blond vampire chanted softly.
Angel’s eyes rolled back and his head began to spin as he listened to Spike’s words lull him into a warm haze. He felt strong hands wrap themselves around his ankles and gently push his legs open. His breath hitched when he felt himself being stretched and filled but he was not afraid. Familiar kisses and caresses overwhelmed him as they always did when his vampire made love to him. His vampire... his Spike... his Will...
Blood tinged sweat rolled down Spike’s face, his glazed eyes flashing between azure and amber as he concentrated on keeping his blood link to Angel strong while he seduced him, filling his human’s mind with nothing but love. His body trembled as he fell into an enchanted state but his lips kept saying the words to his spell over and over...
“One with me... through my mark... through my blood...”
In their dream like state, Angel and Spike were enjoying each others sweet ministrations, while in reality, their hands flew over their swollen and dripping shafts, milking them hard as they bucked and moaned in unison, awash in sensations that neither thought possible. Angel was the first to feel his balls tighten and his stomach clench.
Fuck... oh god Will... please, baby... gonna’...”
“Let go, Angel... come with me...” Spike’s back arched off the bed and he spurted while his demon snarled in frustration as he completed.
Angel let out a strangled cry and came hard, his body thrashing as he released.
Several long, quiet minutes passed before Spike and Angel came down from their sexual high. Angel was the first to pick up the phone.
“Spike? Will... you still there?” he asked apprehensively.
Spike groaned and fumbled for the headset. He would have to feed more and rest a bit from his mind blowing ordeal, but it was worth it. To be one with Angel’s spirit was the closest he would ever get to heaven and he would never forget it.
“Yeah... m’ here luv...” Spike rasped, then dug out his smokes and lit one up.
“Did you... just... mind fuck... me?”
Spike inhaled sharply and sat bolt upright on the bed. What if Angel hadn’t liked what he had just done to him... for him... out of love for him...? Spike closed his eyes and his gut clenched. If Angel rejected him now, he wouldn’t be able to take it; he would just walk into the sun without a second thought.
“I’m sorry, Angel... I thought...” Tears started to well up in Spike’s eyes and he sighed heavily.
“Thank you, Will...” Angel whispered softly.
Neither vampire or human was willing to break the connection by hanging up the phone first, so they both lay with the receivers tucked under their chins, listening to each other breathe until they both drifted off to blissful sleep.
~ tbc ~
Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Genre: Slash m/m
Pairing:Dom Spike/Sub Angel
Rating: NC-17 for masturbation
Summary: Spike heads off to England with Giles and Angel
finds that he can’t stop worrying about the blond vampire.
Warning: Totally AU. Angel was always human and is subject to
all the emotions, insecurities and fragilities that comes with it.
Spike has been a vampire for over 100 years and puts on a hard
shell for the outside world, but when he is with Angel, his gentler
side of William comes out. That’s why Angel will call him both Spike
and Will.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from BtVS or its
entities. This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 11
Angel was miserable. This was the first time in his relationship with Spike that one of them had to be away on business. He had never given it much thought before, but now that it was a reality, he didn’t like it one bit. The thought of not having his beautiful vampire nearby filled him with dread, but Spike had assured him that the separation would make their love stronger, promising a magnificent celebration when he returned.
Shuffling over to the window, Angel pulled the curtains aside and looked down at the street forlornly as his blond lover got into the waiting car. Before he got inside and pulled the door closed, Spike looked up at Angel and touched him lovingly through their link, trying his best to reassure his fragile human. Then, in the blink of an eye, the car pulled away and Spike was gone.
Angel sighed heavily, watching the car’s red taillights until they faded into the night, trying to keep Spike with him for as long as possible. Although he knew their blood link would keep them connected as long as they both walked the earth, the farther apart they were, the weaker it would be. Angel wasn’t comfortable with that and he was already feeling the first flutters of panic deep in his belly. He went over to the sofa and ungracefully flopped down on it with no idea of what he would do without Spike for a whole week.
“Will...” Angel moaned as a hand went down to the neglected bulge in his jeans.
~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~
Spike’s hands were shaking as he pulled out his smokes and lit one up without asking Giles for permission. The anxiety that he was already feeling from Angel was mixing with his own fear of flying and it was taking its toll. The logistics needed to get Spike safely across the Atlantic to England involved perfect timing to insure that the noble vampire would not burst into flames because of a miscue on the transatlantic flight or on the ground.
The vampire would be in the air, unavoidably, during some daylight hours and therein lay the rub. To insure Spike’s safe arrival in England, he would have to trust Giles completely with an intricate plan that consisted of traveling at night, staying in the shadows and posing as the Watcher’s invalid brother with medical certificates to insure privileged boarding options. If all else failed, Giles had been armed with crystals and spells to use as a last resort.
Luck was on Spike’s side during the nonstop, twelve and a half hour flight from Los Angeles to London. He and Giles had left during the night on the ‘red eye’, and due to the time zones and the early sunset of winter, arrived safely in England. As soon as they had disembarked, they were whisked through security and into a waiting car for the two-hour ride to the Watcher Council’s country estate outside London.
It was almost 2:00 a.m. when the car pulled up in front of the mansion and Spike and Giles got out of the car. Spike was frantic, needing to ring Angel to assure him that he had arrived safely, and it took all of his iron will not to vamp out and demand to be taken to a phone immediately. Instead, he gritted his teeth and exchanged pleasantries with his hosts for Giles’ sake, trying to act like the proud Watcher that he was.
The novelty of having a Master vampire in their midst fascinated the small group crowding around Spike and Giles as they made their way in. Spike was offered a small goblet of pigs’ blood, which he gratefully accepted and Giles was given a glass of his favorite Irish whiskey as they settled in. In a matter of minutes, though, Spike was feigning exhaustion and had asked to be excused.
Apologies were immediately issued and Spike was shown directly to his room. It was a fairly large sized space, nicely appointed, with a minimum of windows for sun exposure. A large bed centered the room, surrounded by night tables with lamps on either side, a desk with a chair was off in one corner and a nice sized overstuffed chair filled another.
As soon as Spike’s eyes found the telephone on one of the night tables, he dived onto the bed, grabbing for it like a drowning man would for a life ring. With shaking fingers, he dialed their number, hoping Angel was home.
~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~
Angel was slouching deep into his chair by the phone, willing it to ring. He had hardly eaten anything or slept more than a few winks at a time since last night, worrying about Spike. It was pointless to obsess over his lover’s safety; Angel knew that. What worried him most was that Spike wasn’t a mere mortal with special needs. Spike was a vampire. ‘His’ vampire... and he missed him.
A blinding headache had already taken up residence in the back of Angel’s eyes, and he gingerly got up to pull some aspirin from the medicine cabinet. He looked at his watch as he walked to the bathroom and heaved a sigh. More than enough time had passed for Spike and Giles to have reached England and to have arrived at the Watcher Estate safely. After fetching the aspirin and downing the chalky pills, the bed seemed like a welcoming place to be until Spike called.
Angel went into the bedroom and toed off his shoes before he flopped down onto the bed without pulling down the covers. It felt so good to stretch out his full length after spending last night cramped up on the couch in the living room. Slowly, some of the tension eased as he became somewhat relaxed and it was getting harder for him to keep his eyes open. After a few short minutes of fighting the inevitable, he drifted off into a light sleep.
Angel started to dream. He could hear the faint sound of a telephone ringing, but it was nowhere to be found. He frantically rushed from one unfamiliar room to another, looking for the cordless wonder, becoming more and more frustrated when he couldn’t find it. Finally, reality shocked him awake and he knew it was his own telephone set ringing. Angel jolted up on the bed, his hands fumbling for the phone in the dark until he found the receiver. He picked it up and spoke hesitantly, his voice cracking harshly from sleep.
“Yes? Umm... hello?”
“Miss me, pet?” Spike tried to hide the emotion in his voice even though his hands were shaking. It was so good to hear his human’s voice.
Angel became instantly alert and sighed in relief when he heard his vampire’s deep, unmistakable cockney accent.
“Will... baby... thank the gods... Of course I miss you... Umm, how was your trip... every thing ok? Oh fuck, Will... I’m so glad to hear from you...” Angel was so happy, he could only babble.
“My sweet boy,” Spike sighed softly at the sound of Angel’s voice, his dead heart filling with joy.
For several long minutes, the two lovers murmured sweet nothings to each other, exchanging thoughts of love and comfort, both growing hard as their links touched.
Spike groaned softly as he stretched out on the bed and adjusted the bulge in his pants.
“What are you wearing, luv?” the blond vampire drawled into the receiver in his most sexy baritone.
“Wha... why?” Angel asked, a bit puzzled. Could Spike know how hard he was for him and that he couldn’t help squeezing the bourgeoning erection in his pants?
“Because I want you naked for me.” Spike purred as he started to wriggle out of his own clothes.
“Only have on my black tee shirt and jeans,” Angel blushed.
“Boxers?” Spike closed his eyes and squirmed a bit when his cock gave an interested jerk.
“Nope...” Angel smiled shyly.
“Good boy,” Spike purr-growled. “Strip...”
Spike listened intently and started to stroke himself slowly as he heard Angel throw the phone down and quickly tear off his tee shirt. When the small vampire heard the zipper on his boy’s pants slide down, his cock jumped at the image of Angel lying naked on their bed, legs spread wide, waiting for him. He closed his eyes and moaned, tightening his grip on the base of his cock so he wouldn’t cum.
Angel threw down the phone and ripped off his tee shirt as fast as he could. A soft groan escaped from his lips when he arched his hips and pushed his jeans down, letting his cock bounce out. He hurriedly freed his legs, kicking the pants to the floor before he picked up the phone again and cradled it between his neck and shoulder. One hand was already on his dripping cock, stroking slowly, but he knew he wouldn’t last long.
“Will... baby...?” Angel breathed huskily.
“Close your eyes, my sweet boy...” Spike whispered as he threw their blood link open full force.
“One with me... through my mark... through my blood...” the blond vampire chanted softly.
Angel’s eyes rolled back and his head began to spin as he listened to Spike’s words lull him into a warm haze. He felt strong hands wrap themselves around his ankles and gently push his legs open. His breath hitched when he felt himself being stretched and filled but he was not afraid. Familiar kisses and caresses overwhelmed him as they always did when his vampire made love to him. His vampire... his Spike... his Will...
Blood tinged sweat rolled down Spike’s face, his glazed eyes flashing between azure and amber as he concentrated on keeping his blood link to Angel strong while he seduced him, filling his human’s mind with nothing but love. His body trembled as he fell into an enchanted state but his lips kept saying the words to his spell over and over...
“One with me... through my mark... through my blood...”
In their dream like state, Angel and Spike were enjoying each others sweet ministrations, while in reality, their hands flew over their swollen and dripping shafts, milking them hard as they bucked and moaned in unison, awash in sensations that neither thought possible. Angel was the first to feel his balls tighten and his stomach clench.
Fuck... oh god Will... please, baby... gonna’...”
“Let go, Angel... come with me...” Spike’s back arched off the bed and he spurted while his demon snarled in frustration as he completed.
Angel let out a strangled cry and came hard, his body thrashing as he released.
Several long, quiet minutes passed before Spike and Angel came down from their sexual high. Angel was the first to pick up the phone.
“Spike? Will... you still there?” he asked apprehensively.
Spike groaned and fumbled for the headset. He would have to feed more and rest a bit from his mind blowing ordeal, but it was worth it. To be one with Angel’s spirit was the closest he would ever get to heaven and he would never forget it.
“Yeah... m’ here luv...” Spike rasped, then dug out his smokes and lit one up.
“Did you... just... mind fuck... me?”
Spike inhaled sharply and sat bolt upright on the bed. What if Angel hadn’t liked what he had just done to him... for him... out of love for him...? Spike closed his eyes and his gut clenched. If Angel rejected him now, he wouldn’t be able to take it; he would just walk into the sun without a second thought.
“I’m sorry, Angel... I thought...” Tears started to well up in Spike’s eyes and he sighed heavily.
“Thank you, Will...” Angel whispered softly.
Neither vampire or human was willing to break the connection by hanging up the phone first, so they both lay with the receivers tucked under their chins, listening to each other breathe until they both drifted off to blissful sleep.
~ tbc ~