Midnight and Roses
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
40
Views:
5,382
Reviews:
2
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0
Currently Reading:
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Eve of Destruction
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Warning: Angst, N/C, vamp sex, masturbation.
Summary: Spike’s rescuers prepare themselves for
the coming battle. Spike gives up hope.
Disclaimer: Characters depicted from BtVS are not mine,
and I make no money. Other characters are of my own
creation and belong to me.
This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found in my memories at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
*I am honored to have this fic nominated at The Forbidden
Awards on livejournal.
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 28
“We have a plan...”
With a sigh of relief at Wesley’s pronouncement, the little group of Spike’s saviors disbursed to spend the few remaining hours before midnight preparing for what was to come.
Mistress Marilyn chose to meditate in the solitude of her room. Giles extended an invitation to Gunn to join him and Wesley for a brandy, which was gratefully accepted by the big warrior.
Gabriel graciously retired to the vampire prince’s suite to await his lover while Laureano spoke privately with Angel.
Angel had spent over an hour with Laureano, more and more intrigued by the story of Ambrosius and his kinship to both Laureano and Spike. He was grateful and honored to learn some of the history of the vampire king and came to understand why Laureano was pulled toward him when they had first met at the cemetery in Sunnydale. Although all that he had in common with Ambrosius was his uncanny resemblance, Angel was thankful that the emerald-eyed vampire respected his belief that there was no otherworldly connection.
~ * ~
Spike was all that Angel could think of as he let the hot water from the shower beat down on his aching neck and back. The excitement and anticipation of tonight’s journey through the portal were still very much on the big hunter’s mind, as was the secret plan that he and Laureano had discussed at length.
Angel groaned appreciatively as tightened ropes of muscles began to relax one by one, letting him feel more like a human being, rather than just a bundle of raw nerves. He braced his arms against the slippery tiles, then closed his eyes and let his head drop so that the soothing water ran smoothly over his big frame.
He sighed heavily. Ever since his lover’s disappearance, all that Angel could feel of Spike were small explosions of static followed by intermittent bursts of emotion and pain that had left him disheartened, worried and helpless. Midnight would not come fast enough for the big demon hunter.
The water washing over him felt good, but he missed showering with his vampire. Angel smiled as he remembered the way Spike’s cool body would be plastered against his back, long fingers lovingly stroking his flaccid shaft to life.
Angel moaned softly and his cock jerked with interest as he slid both hands slowly down his chest, stopping to tweak both nipples gently as Spike always did... not one at a time, but both at the same time. Then, slipping further past the ripples of his tight abs, Angel let his fingers rest in the nest of curls for a moment before he grasped his awakening member and started to stroke it slowly.
The big man watched in awe as he thickened and lengthened, imagining Spike’s long fingers were ministering to him and not his own. He pulled back the foreskin and ran his thumb over the slit, collecting the pre-cum that had started to weep copiously and raised it to his lips, remembering how Spike tasted, not unlike himself.
Angel closed his eyes and fisted himself in earnest as salty tears threatened to spill down his cheeks. This wasn’t right, he thought. He should be here with Spike... his Will. Will should be doing this... Will should be the one who was jerking him off...
With a soft, strangled cry, Angel shot long ropes of cum against the tiles, then fell to his knees and sobbed quietly as the warm water of the shower washed his spunk away.
~ * ~
On the eve of battle, as was their custom for more than 200 years, the vampires Laureano and Gabriel took turns pleasuring each other. There was no sire and childe or prince and consort tonight, just two loving beings joining together for perhaps the last time.
Laureano lay on his back in the rumpled bed. His long legs were spread wide, his muscular thighs cradling Gabriel as the younger vampire rocked gently against him. Gabriel’s hips moved fluidly, bumping the spongy nub inside Laureano with every pass, making the older vampire moan softly with pleasure.
But, all too soon, the road to ecstacy became urgent and short for the two vampires. As they spiraled toward completion, Laureano and Gabriel softly cried out each others name into the night. Lowering their fangs without game face, they gently, lovingly slipped their canines into each others claim mark and spilled their cool, dead seed between them.
After several long minutes, when the tremors of orgasm had subsided, Laureano and Gabriel, the two mated vampires, lay quietly with limbs intertwined and their fangs embedded to the hilt in each others throat... connected... unwilling to let go.
~ * ~
He prayed for it to end.
Spike was dying and he knew it. Every second that he had to stay in this god forsakened place with Arellano, without hope, brought him that much closer to his ending. No one had come for him... no one would ever find him here and it was just a matter of time.
Oddly enough, part of Spike wanted to stay with his sire forever, the childer part demanding it. But, Spike had been without sire for so long and he had Angel now.
He loved his frail human unconditionally and had hoped to make Angel his childe when the time was right, but Arellano had changed everything. He would die before he ever saw Angel again.
With what little strength and free will that he had left, Spike cried out to Angel over their link, sending his eternal love and devotion to his beautiful boy. He thanked him for the time they had together and grieved for him for the time they had stolen from them because of his weakness. If only he could be stronger...
Arellano kept a heavy hand on Spike’s hips, pulling him down onto his cock as he thrust up into the younger vampire harder and faster.
“Oohh gods,” Spike moaned uncontrollably as Arellano bumped the spongy nub deep inside him again and again.
“Yess, William. I am your god...” Arellano hissed. “You know you were an accident, don’t you, boy? I never wanted you... left you to die in the dirt... but I made you and I will destroy you...”
“Please...” Spike whispered as he trembled in Arellano’s arms.
“Please... what, my childe?”
Just as he had done unquestioningly for Arellano before, the pull of sire’s blood made him turn his head and offer the vampire his throat.
“Please lord... take me... Make it end...”
Arellano pulled Spike up by his hair and plunged his fangs hard into one of the gaping wounds on the pale vampire’s neck. Spike’s eyes rolled up into his head and he came softly, his cum barely a dribble from his already softening cock.
“Angel...”
~ tbc ~
Warning: Angst, N/C, vamp sex, masturbation.
Summary: Spike’s rescuers prepare themselves for
the coming battle. Spike gives up hope.
Disclaimer: Characters depicted from BtVS are not mine,
and I make no money. Other characters are of my own
creation and belong to me.
This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found in my memories at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
*I am honored to have this fic nominated at The Forbidden
Awards on livejournal.
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 28
“We have a plan...”
With a sigh of relief at Wesley’s pronouncement, the little group of Spike’s saviors disbursed to spend the few remaining hours before midnight preparing for what was to come.
Mistress Marilyn chose to meditate in the solitude of her room. Giles extended an invitation to Gunn to join him and Wesley for a brandy, which was gratefully accepted by the big warrior.
Gabriel graciously retired to the vampire prince’s suite to await his lover while Laureano spoke privately with Angel.
Angel had spent over an hour with Laureano, more and more intrigued by the story of Ambrosius and his kinship to both Laureano and Spike. He was grateful and honored to learn some of the history of the vampire king and came to understand why Laureano was pulled toward him when they had first met at the cemetery in Sunnydale. Although all that he had in common with Ambrosius was his uncanny resemblance, Angel was thankful that the emerald-eyed vampire respected his belief that there was no otherworldly connection.
~ * ~
Spike was all that Angel could think of as he let the hot water from the shower beat down on his aching neck and back. The excitement and anticipation of tonight’s journey through the portal were still very much on the big hunter’s mind, as was the secret plan that he and Laureano had discussed at length.
Angel groaned appreciatively as tightened ropes of muscles began to relax one by one, letting him feel more like a human being, rather than just a bundle of raw nerves. He braced his arms against the slippery tiles, then closed his eyes and let his head drop so that the soothing water ran smoothly over his big frame.
He sighed heavily. Ever since his lover’s disappearance, all that Angel could feel of Spike were small explosions of static followed by intermittent bursts of emotion and pain that had left him disheartened, worried and helpless. Midnight would not come fast enough for the big demon hunter.
The water washing over him felt good, but he missed showering with his vampire. Angel smiled as he remembered the way Spike’s cool body would be plastered against his back, long fingers lovingly stroking his flaccid shaft to life.
Angel moaned softly and his cock jerked with interest as he slid both hands slowly down his chest, stopping to tweak both nipples gently as Spike always did... not one at a time, but both at the same time. Then, slipping further past the ripples of his tight abs, Angel let his fingers rest in the nest of curls for a moment before he grasped his awakening member and started to stroke it slowly.
The big man watched in awe as he thickened and lengthened, imagining Spike’s long fingers were ministering to him and not his own. He pulled back the foreskin and ran his thumb over the slit, collecting the pre-cum that had started to weep copiously and raised it to his lips, remembering how Spike tasted, not unlike himself.
Angel closed his eyes and fisted himself in earnest as salty tears threatened to spill down his cheeks. This wasn’t right, he thought. He should be here with Spike... his Will. Will should be doing this... Will should be the one who was jerking him off...
With a soft, strangled cry, Angel shot long ropes of cum against the tiles, then fell to his knees and sobbed quietly as the warm water of the shower washed his spunk away.
~ * ~
On the eve of battle, as was their custom for more than 200 years, the vampires Laureano and Gabriel took turns pleasuring each other. There was no sire and childe or prince and consort tonight, just two loving beings joining together for perhaps the last time.
Laureano lay on his back in the rumpled bed. His long legs were spread wide, his muscular thighs cradling Gabriel as the younger vampire rocked gently against him. Gabriel’s hips moved fluidly, bumping the spongy nub inside Laureano with every pass, making the older vampire moan softly with pleasure.
But, all too soon, the road to ecstacy became urgent and short for the two vampires. As they spiraled toward completion, Laureano and Gabriel softly cried out each others name into the night. Lowering their fangs without game face, they gently, lovingly slipped their canines into each others claim mark and spilled their cool, dead seed between them.
After several long minutes, when the tremors of orgasm had subsided, Laureano and Gabriel, the two mated vampires, lay quietly with limbs intertwined and their fangs embedded to the hilt in each others throat... connected... unwilling to let go.
~ * ~
He prayed for it to end.
Spike was dying and he knew it. Every second that he had to stay in this god forsakened place with Arellano, without hope, brought him that much closer to his ending. No one had come for him... no one would ever find him here and it was just a matter of time.
Oddly enough, part of Spike wanted to stay with his sire forever, the childer part demanding it. But, Spike had been without sire for so long and he had Angel now.
He loved his frail human unconditionally and had hoped to make Angel his childe when the time was right, but Arellano had changed everything. He would die before he ever saw Angel again.
With what little strength and free will that he had left, Spike cried out to Angel over their link, sending his eternal love and devotion to his beautiful boy. He thanked him for the time they had together and grieved for him for the time they had stolen from them because of his weakness. If only he could be stronger...
Arellano kept a heavy hand on Spike’s hips, pulling him down onto his cock as he thrust up into the younger vampire harder and faster.
“Oohh gods,” Spike moaned uncontrollably as Arellano bumped the spongy nub deep inside him again and again.
“Yess, William. I am your god...” Arellano hissed. “You know you were an accident, don’t you, boy? I never wanted you... left you to die in the dirt... but I made you and I will destroy you...”
“Please...” Spike whispered as he trembled in Arellano’s arms.
“Please... what, my childe?”
Just as he had done unquestioningly for Arellano before, the pull of sire’s blood made him turn his head and offer the vampire his throat.
“Please lord... take me... Make it end...”
Arellano pulled Spike up by his hair and plunged his fangs hard into one of the gaping wounds on the pale vampire’s neck. Spike’s eyes rolled up into his head and he came softly, his cum barely a dribble from his already softening cock.
“Angel...”
~ tbc ~