I Will Remember You

I WILL REMEMBER YOU - CHAPTER 2


Sometimes, when Spike was in his beautiful glass prison, he would remember the ones he loved best as he daydreamed in the sun. He loved the golden orb now and the way it warmed the glaze he was trapped in during the day. Taking the sun for granted as a human and then losing it when he was a vampire made the golden rays a treasure to him now and it always made him smile.

Spike would think of his devoted Mum one day, then another would bring him loving memories of Dru and Angel, but it was always during this quiet time that he could touch their spirits with his mind and feel them in his heart. He missed them all but did not mourn their fate, only knowing that they were where they were destined to be in the universe.

As a soul collector, each night Spike would fly off to help the sparks assigned to him, bringing them to Michael to be sent to their heavenly reward. Some souls would go to their eternal rest, never to be disturbed and others would go into Limbo where they would await their rebirth. Tonight, Spike and Michael had only one soul to escort into Limbo.

Spike hovered silently over the scene in the small delivery room where a premature angel was about to be born. He knew that it would only be a matter of a few minutes before the too small boy would meet his mother for the first and last time and then fly away. Spike sighed. This wasn’t one of the easier tasks for the angelic soul collector to complete but Spike knew that things happened for a reason and he did not question his responsibility.

As expected, the tiny lad had come into the world long enough to be held by his mother before he smiled at her and then sighed. Spike immediately sent love and comfort to all in the room as he waited for the spark to come to him for its sacred journey home. It was a tiny spark to match a tiny soul that went toward Spike and he welcomed it, taking it into his protective hands and giving it a loving kiss before he pressed it close to his heart and flew away.

~ * ~

Angel struggled to breathe as he tossed and turned in his sleep, another nightmare from his past playing vividly in his mind. He still carried the memories of all those he had loved and lost over the years but worst of all, he still carried the memory of his beloved childe’s demise as if it were only yesterday. It was the same dream every night, when Angel would wake up in a cold sweat, just as he did now, calling out in a raspy voice to his soulmate.

“S-spike?”

A few gasping breaths brought Angel back to reality and he blinked into the darkness in confusion. The dream was so real, so very real that he swore he could taste Spike’s ashes in his mouth and could feel them on his skin. He shuddered at the feeling and turned his head to look at the bedside clock. It was 3:15am and he dared not go back to sleep, not if he was going to dream again. He rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand, then stared at the ceiling until Nurse Cheerful bounded into his room and proceeded to make his life more miserable than it already was.

Angel looked at the clock once more. It was exactly 6:30am and his daily routine never changed. A few mumbled words while he was washed and dressed, then out onto that damned balcony in his wheelchair until breakfast was served. He would have protested and moved himself somewhere else, anywhere else if he could, but the last stroke he had suffered paralyzed his entire left side, leaving his arm and leg useless and withered. While his right side was functional and he could do some things for himself, he found that it was easier to just give up and let someone else do the work they were being paid to do.

Occasionally, Angel would feel strong enough to take out the sketch book and pencil that were squirreled away in a pocket on his wheelchair, starting a few lines that would always become the face of Spike. The bulletin board next to his bed was filled with his portraits of the one he loved best and he would sigh as he looked at them. Spike as a young William in his starched Victorian collar, Spike in his beloved leather coat, and more recently, a naked Spike with the face and wings of an angel.

Today was visiting day at the nursing home and all residents were required to come to the family room to await their guests. Very few among them would have visitors and Angel was always counted as one of the forgotten. Why he had to be dressed and waiting for someone who would never come was beyond his comprehension. Connor had disowned him years ago and although his son had a family of his own, Angel had never had the pleasure of meeting his wife or playing with his grandchildren.

All eyes turned toward the door when voices were heard, each set hopeful that whoever was there would be someone they knew, but deep down inside, most knew that the visitors were not for them. Angel knew it painfully well and never bothered looking up, only to be disappointed like the rest of his fellow prisoners. Until today.

For some unknown reason, Angel had raised his head and looked into the face of an angel, locking his gaze with familiar blue eyes and in an instant, they were gone. He gasped in disbelief. His feeble mind was playing tricks on him again.

~ * ~

Spike whooped and hollered as he buzzed around Michael, pumping his wings hard so he could catch the current and glide around his lover.

“He saw me, Michael! Could hear ‘is heart beatin’ faster and faster after I was out of sight... and... and heard ‘im say me name... ‘Spike,’ he did. Heard ‘im, I tell ya!”

Michael smiled benevolently at Spike. “I’m sure you did, William. It’s what you’ve always wanted, ever since I found you, isn’t it?”

Spike’s grin faded as he floated softly in front of Michael and took his face into his hands. “Well, yeah. Knew this time would come, didn’t we, luv? Just never expected it so soon.”

“I know,” the big angel sighed. “But, you have done well, William, and are deserving of your just reward. I am happy for you...”

Spike kissed Michael tenderly then looked into his soulful brown eyes. “Are you? Ya know... happy?”

“I’m an angel, William, just like you. I can’t very well lie, now, can I?”

Spike smiled softly and kissed Michael again. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Michael slowed the undulation of his wings as he wrapped his arms around Spike and pressed him close. He kissed Spike tenderly and was overjoyed when the smaller angel wrapped his arms around his neck and legs around his hips as he always did when they made love.

Spike folded his wings against his back and let Michael carry him as they floated gently through the clouds. He was at peace and happy to be with his lover for so long, but they had both known from the beginning that one day, he would be sent back to earth after doing penance for his sins. It wouldn’t be easy leaving his protector and Spike wondered if he would have any memory of his time with Michael when he was reborn. A solitary tear ran down Spike’s sculpted cheek at the thought and he buried his face against his lover’s throat, hoping that he hadn’t noticed.

Michael extended his magnificent wings to their full length and caught a downdraft that let the lovers spiral slowly round and round as they floated gracefully to the ground. The big angel had always loved the field of heather below and had decided to rest with Spike there until almost daybreak when they would return to the little church that they called home.

Michael kissed Spike tenderly as he gently laid him down in a soft patch of the purple flowers and covered him with his body, sliding comfortably between the smaller angel’s legs so that their cocks touched.

Spike groaned with pleasure and spread out his wings as Michael laid him down in the fragrant flowers. Every angel had erogenous zones on the tips of their wings and Spike knew exactly where to touch to drive his lover wild.

The two angels kissed slowly and tenderly as they tasted each other, tracing lips with their tongues, licking and nipping lightly, sensually, until they were bold enough to enter each others mouth to dance a seductive dance. Hands roamed over taut bodies exploring skin, touching, enjoying the feel, the lines and muscles of chests, backs and buttocks. Even though they knew each other intimately, they memorized every line and curve for fear that one day, they would forget.

Michael drew Spike closer to him and wrapped his arms tightly around the smaller body, pressing his hips hard into Spike’s pelvis. He groaned with pleasure when his own arousal touched the already weeping and throbbing cock he found between his beloved’s legs and Spike’s expert stroking of his wings was making him mad with desire.

Spike gasped as he felt Michael’s passion pulsating against his own. He wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and drew him into a deep kiss as he wantonly writhed beneath him and stroked the tips of his wings with his own. Moaning his approval as Michael began to rhythmically rock against him, Spike clamped his legs tightly around the big angel’s body, holding him firmly as he caught his lover's pace and rocked with him.

Pure bliss and ecstacy washed over the two angels as they reached the point of no return. They cried out and shuddered hard as the force of their orgasm hit them within moments of each other, holding on tightly and sharing a kiss as their spasms slowed and finally stopped.

Spent and exhausted, the two heavenly beings lay with limbs intertwined, gasping for breath. As their bodies calmed, they exchanged sweet, wet kisses and tender touches, savoring the feelings of their exquisite sexual blush.

Spike wrapped his wings around Michael in a loving cocoon as the bigger angel held him in his arms, unwilling to let go. They both knew that Spike had paid in full for his sins and they would soon part. Until that time came, though, Michael wanted to savor every last minute that he had left with his angelic lover. Letting them go was always the hardest.

~ tbc ~