Midnight and Roses
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The Calm Before the Storm
Author: Dayrunner aka kindredspirit75
Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Genre: Slash m/m
Pairing: S/A
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Totally AU with vague reference to Cannon.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from BtVS or its
entities. This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 13
“Fuck! Fuck...fuck...fuck...” Spike chanted like a mantra as he stormed through the mahogany paneled halls of the Watcher estate to his room, ignoring the stares he encountered from bewildered people along the way. He couldn’t get away fast enough from Giles and those damning papers.
Spike had half a mind to just kick the door in when he got to his assigned room; he was so pissed off. Instead, he opted to simply slam it shut hard once he was inside. No sense in drawing more unwanted attention to himself, he figured. He’d already had enough excitement for one day.
The blond vampire marched over to the bed and flopped down ungracefully, then threw his arms across his eyes and sighed heavily. Although Spike was officially Angel’s watcher and entitled to the resources and support of the Council, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was being played. What exactly did Giles know and why had he picked today to question him on his true identity?
Spike sighed again. Unfortunately, as much as he had wanted to deny it, something was wrong. He had felt the unmistakable thrum through his whole being on the very first day that he and Giles had arrived in England. The feeling was brushed off at first as inconceivable, but it had kept increasing in strength until it was undeniable; an ancient pull that he had not felt for decades... the blood song from so long ago... when he was turned. Somewhere in the pit of his stomach, Spike felt the uneasy sensation of panic start to well up...
**The cool moonlight shone down upon the large gathering as the vampire warrior, Prince William the Bloody, walked somberly behind the funeral bier of his beloved Grandsire, the High King Aurelius Ambrosius.
An array of night blooming jessamine and moonflowers were woven into William’s long auburn hair; hair that framed his sharp cheekbones and flowed over his shoulders to lie on the ermine collared mantle of his rank. He carried two callow lilies draped over one arm instead of the heavy broadsword that rattled at his side as he walked; the flowers being a symbolic show of his devotion to the king as a man, not just as a warrior. As demanded by Aurelian law, the dead king’s court followed silently and respectfully behind their new master according to rank and social order.
The women of the vampire clans wailed and their men bowed in respect as the procession passed, but William kept his azure eyes focused firmly in front of him. His esteem among the demons could not be compromised by a show of emotion on his part before the tribes, for to shed tears in front of them would be a great sign of weakness. But, William wanted to cry. He wanted to let out his game face as he howled, standing in the moonlight, mourning his king, his savior, his sire. Instead, he bit the inside of his lip, hoping the pain and blood would center him as he stared stoically ahead.**
Angel gasped loudly and sat bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring off him. Instinctively, he reached out next to him for his beautiful vampire, searching for safety and comfort.
“Spike?” he rasped groggily as his hand met empty sheets. He groaned in disappointment when his sleep addled brain realized that Spike was still in England.
As he became more aware of his surroundings, Angel knew that something was very wrong with his vampire; he could feel it through his link with Spike. Waves of distress and unconnected feelings, although weak at best, were flowing unchecked at full force to him and he was scared. Spike never lost control.
Angel rubbed the sweat off his face with his hands and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He reached over and turned on the lamp that sat on the nightstand. It glowed dimly in the darkened room as Angel fumbled in the drawer for the scrap of paper that he had scribbled Spike’s phone number on. With shaking hands, he found what he was looking for, then hurriedly dialed the phone.
“C’mon, baby. Pick up...” Angel murmured as he looked at his watch and tried to figure out what time of day it was in England. He kept vampire’s hours now to accommodate Spike, sleeping during the day and going out at night, and math wasn’t one of his better subjects. He just hoped that Spike would answer the phone as he listened to it ring for the sixth time.
Spike was trying his best to ignore the incessant ringing of the telephone next to his bed. He was in such a foul mood and not up to talking to anyone, especially if it were Giles. Spike gritted his teeth, waiting for the noise to stop, but it continued on and on. Growling in frustration, Spike got up from the bed and grabbed the phone with both hands. With one good yank, he pulled the wire out, then turned and hurled it across the room with such force that it shattered against the wall and fell to the floor in little pieces, the ringer making one last feeble effort before it died.
A knot began to form in Angel’s stomach as he let the telephone ring in Spike’s room without an answer. When the line went completely dead, full blown panic welled up in his throat. His hands were shaking as he replaced the receiver in it’s cradle and his brain went into overdrive as he contemplated his next move.
Giles.
Giles would know. Angel would check in with the Watcher and then ask about Spike. Again, he fumbled for the number and cursed himself for being so unorganized. A sigh of relief escaped from the big man’s lips when, after two short rings, he heard a familiar voice at the other end of the line.
“Yes? Hello, umm... Giles here.”
“Giles? This is Angel. I... I just wanted to check in... you know? To see how everything’s going...”
Angel really wasn’t very good at hiding his feelings for Spike so Giles knew he wasn’t calling to see how things were. He was certain that Angel had felt Spike’s distress over their connection, and therein lay the rub. How to put the demon hunter at ease about his vampire, when he himself had no idea where Spike had stormed off to or what frame of mind he was in.
“Umm... everything is... fine... here, Angel,” Giles lied. “Spike and I are quite busy with meetings and seminars, but all is going... well. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Yeah. I... uh... was wondering if you’ve seen him today. I’ve tried to call him several times, but no one answered... then the phone just went... dead.”
“Probably just a bad overseas connection. Nothing to worry about,” Giles said with a nervous laugh. “Would you like me to tell Spike you called... when I... umm... see... him?”
“Would you?” Angel’s relief showed in his voice. “Could you tell him... to... uh... call me when, you know... he gets a chance?”
“Of course I will, Angel. I shall be happy to do... that. Is everything... alright... with you? Keeping out of harm’s way?”
“Yeah, I’m fine... everything’s just... fine...”
“Right, then. We’ll see you in a few days... goodbye, Angel.”
Angel closed his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief as he hung up the phone. At least he knew Spike was all right... for now.
~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~
Spike felt much better after he had destroyed the annoying piece of modern communication. He sighed deeply as he lay on the bed and finally relaxed long enough to gather his thoughts. How he wished that Angel was with him right now, to keep him anchored and give him comfort.
The small vampire closed his eyes and opened the link to his beautiful human full force, trying desperately to connect with his lover. As he thought about Angel, a soft groan escaped from his lips and he started to harden. Slowly, he slid one hand down to squeeze and shift the tightening bulge in his pants.
It was still too early for Angel to meet up with the Scoobies at the Magic Box and he was too wound up to go back to sleep. With a weary sigh, he ran one big hand through his hair and decided to get up and shower.
Angel padded into the bathroom and flicked on the light before starting the water running in the shower. He looked at himself in the mirror over the sink and grimaced at the circles under his eyes, then sighed in resignation at the realization that he would be on edge until Spike was safely home.
Angel brushed his teeth and when he was finished, he pulled the curtain on the tub back and stepped inside. The water felt good on his skin as he just stood still and let it wash away some of the tension in his muscles. He moved his arms up over his head and rested his palms against the wet tiles, enjoying the feel of the hot water pounding on his neck.
As he relaxed, Angel could feel Spike touch him through their blood link and he was ecstatic. The weight of the world seemed to lift from his shoulders when he felt the love and devotion that flowed from his vampire into his soul. Spike was making everything all right and it made him moan quietly as his cock jerked in response.
Angel quickly grabbed the tube of shower gel lying on the shelf inside the tub and squeezed out a large dollop into his hand. As he sent back thoughts of love and comfort to his lover, he grasped his thickening flesh and began to stroke it slowly, watching in awe as it lengthened and grew rock hard.
Spike had already shucked his clothes and was in the shower when he felt Angel respond to him through their link. He continuously sent loving thoughts to his beautiful human as he, too, closed his eyes and stroked himself.
The road to ecstasy was short as the vampire and his human melded together as one and moved in unison, fucking their fists. They both cried out as they pumped themselves harder and faster, racing madly to the point of no return. When they could finally endure no more, both came hard with strangled cries as they shuddered and shot ropes of cum against the wet tiles.
“My Angel...”
“Will...”
~ tbc ~
Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Genre: Slash m/m
Pairing: S/A
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Totally AU with vague reference to Cannon.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from BtVS or its
entities. This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 13
“Fuck! Fuck...fuck...fuck...” Spike chanted like a mantra as he stormed through the mahogany paneled halls of the Watcher estate to his room, ignoring the stares he encountered from bewildered people along the way. He couldn’t get away fast enough from Giles and those damning papers.
Spike had half a mind to just kick the door in when he got to his assigned room; he was so pissed off. Instead, he opted to simply slam it shut hard once he was inside. No sense in drawing more unwanted attention to himself, he figured. He’d already had enough excitement for one day.
The blond vampire marched over to the bed and flopped down ungracefully, then threw his arms across his eyes and sighed heavily. Although Spike was officially Angel’s watcher and entitled to the resources and support of the Council, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was being played. What exactly did Giles know and why had he picked today to question him on his true identity?
Spike sighed again. Unfortunately, as much as he had wanted to deny it, something was wrong. He had felt the unmistakable thrum through his whole being on the very first day that he and Giles had arrived in England. The feeling was brushed off at first as inconceivable, but it had kept increasing in strength until it was undeniable; an ancient pull that he had not felt for decades... the blood song from so long ago... when he was turned. Somewhere in the pit of his stomach, Spike felt the uneasy sensation of panic start to well up...
**The cool moonlight shone down upon the large gathering as the vampire warrior, Prince William the Bloody, walked somberly behind the funeral bier of his beloved Grandsire, the High King Aurelius Ambrosius.
An array of night blooming jessamine and moonflowers were woven into William’s long auburn hair; hair that framed his sharp cheekbones and flowed over his shoulders to lie on the ermine collared mantle of his rank. He carried two callow lilies draped over one arm instead of the heavy broadsword that rattled at his side as he walked; the flowers being a symbolic show of his devotion to the king as a man, not just as a warrior. As demanded by Aurelian law, the dead king’s court followed silently and respectfully behind their new master according to rank and social order.
The women of the vampire clans wailed and their men bowed in respect as the procession passed, but William kept his azure eyes focused firmly in front of him. His esteem among the demons could not be compromised by a show of emotion on his part before the tribes, for to shed tears in front of them would be a great sign of weakness. But, William wanted to cry. He wanted to let out his game face as he howled, standing in the moonlight, mourning his king, his savior, his sire. Instead, he bit the inside of his lip, hoping the pain and blood would center him as he stared stoically ahead.**
Angel gasped loudly and sat bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring off him. Instinctively, he reached out next to him for his beautiful vampire, searching for safety and comfort.
“Spike?” he rasped groggily as his hand met empty sheets. He groaned in disappointment when his sleep addled brain realized that Spike was still in England.
As he became more aware of his surroundings, Angel knew that something was very wrong with his vampire; he could feel it through his link with Spike. Waves of distress and unconnected feelings, although weak at best, were flowing unchecked at full force to him and he was scared. Spike never lost control.
Angel rubbed the sweat off his face with his hands and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He reached over and turned on the lamp that sat on the nightstand. It glowed dimly in the darkened room as Angel fumbled in the drawer for the scrap of paper that he had scribbled Spike’s phone number on. With shaking hands, he found what he was looking for, then hurriedly dialed the phone.
“C’mon, baby. Pick up...” Angel murmured as he looked at his watch and tried to figure out what time of day it was in England. He kept vampire’s hours now to accommodate Spike, sleeping during the day and going out at night, and math wasn’t one of his better subjects. He just hoped that Spike would answer the phone as he listened to it ring for the sixth time.
Spike was trying his best to ignore the incessant ringing of the telephone next to his bed. He was in such a foul mood and not up to talking to anyone, especially if it were Giles. Spike gritted his teeth, waiting for the noise to stop, but it continued on and on. Growling in frustration, Spike got up from the bed and grabbed the phone with both hands. With one good yank, he pulled the wire out, then turned and hurled it across the room with such force that it shattered against the wall and fell to the floor in little pieces, the ringer making one last feeble effort before it died.
A knot began to form in Angel’s stomach as he let the telephone ring in Spike’s room without an answer. When the line went completely dead, full blown panic welled up in his throat. His hands were shaking as he replaced the receiver in it’s cradle and his brain went into overdrive as he contemplated his next move.
Giles.
Giles would know. Angel would check in with the Watcher and then ask about Spike. Again, he fumbled for the number and cursed himself for being so unorganized. A sigh of relief escaped from the big man’s lips when, after two short rings, he heard a familiar voice at the other end of the line.
“Yes? Hello, umm... Giles here.”
“Giles? This is Angel. I... I just wanted to check in... you know? To see how everything’s going...”
Angel really wasn’t very good at hiding his feelings for Spike so Giles knew he wasn’t calling to see how things were. He was certain that Angel had felt Spike’s distress over their connection, and therein lay the rub. How to put the demon hunter at ease about his vampire, when he himself had no idea where Spike had stormed off to or what frame of mind he was in.
“Umm... everything is... fine... here, Angel,” Giles lied. “Spike and I are quite busy with meetings and seminars, but all is going... well. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Yeah. I... uh... was wondering if you’ve seen him today. I’ve tried to call him several times, but no one answered... then the phone just went... dead.”
“Probably just a bad overseas connection. Nothing to worry about,” Giles said with a nervous laugh. “Would you like me to tell Spike you called... when I... umm... see... him?”
“Would you?” Angel’s relief showed in his voice. “Could you tell him... to... uh... call me when, you know... he gets a chance?”
“Of course I will, Angel. I shall be happy to do... that. Is everything... alright... with you? Keeping out of harm’s way?”
“Yeah, I’m fine... everything’s just... fine...”
“Right, then. We’ll see you in a few days... goodbye, Angel.”
Angel closed his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief as he hung up the phone. At least he knew Spike was all right... for now.
~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~
Spike felt much better after he had destroyed the annoying piece of modern communication. He sighed deeply as he lay on the bed and finally relaxed long enough to gather his thoughts. How he wished that Angel was with him right now, to keep him anchored and give him comfort.
The small vampire closed his eyes and opened the link to his beautiful human full force, trying desperately to connect with his lover. As he thought about Angel, a soft groan escaped from his lips and he started to harden. Slowly, he slid one hand down to squeeze and shift the tightening bulge in his pants.
It was still too early for Angel to meet up with the Scoobies at the Magic Box and he was too wound up to go back to sleep. With a weary sigh, he ran one big hand through his hair and decided to get up and shower.
Angel padded into the bathroom and flicked on the light before starting the water running in the shower. He looked at himself in the mirror over the sink and grimaced at the circles under his eyes, then sighed in resignation at the realization that he would be on edge until Spike was safely home.
Angel brushed his teeth and when he was finished, he pulled the curtain on the tub back and stepped inside. The water felt good on his skin as he just stood still and let it wash away some of the tension in his muscles. He moved his arms up over his head and rested his palms against the wet tiles, enjoying the feel of the hot water pounding on his neck.
As he relaxed, Angel could feel Spike touch him through their blood link and he was ecstatic. The weight of the world seemed to lift from his shoulders when he felt the love and devotion that flowed from his vampire into his soul. Spike was making everything all right and it made him moan quietly as his cock jerked in response.
Angel quickly grabbed the tube of shower gel lying on the shelf inside the tub and squeezed out a large dollop into his hand. As he sent back thoughts of love and comfort to his lover, he grasped his thickening flesh and began to stroke it slowly, watching in awe as it lengthened and grew rock hard.
Spike had already shucked his clothes and was in the shower when he felt Angel respond to him through their link. He continuously sent loving thoughts to his beautiful human as he, too, closed his eyes and stroked himself.
The road to ecstasy was short as the vampire and his human melded together as one and moved in unison, fucking their fists. They both cried out as they pumped themselves harder and faster, racing madly to the point of no return. When they could finally endure no more, both came hard with strangled cries as they shuddered and shot ropes of cum against the wet tiles.
“My Angel...”
“Will...”
~ tbc ~