Life (or Unlife) Goes On

Title: Life (or Unlife) Goes On
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Summary: After Angel Season 5. What happens next in the lives of our fav characters
Disclaimer: Still not mine. I'm still broke so don't sue cos all you'd get is a second hand clarinet
Distribution: Ask and you will receive
Rating: This Chapter NC17
Warning: Violence, Language and Sex
Pairing: Spike/Angel eventually S/A/X.
A/N: I'd love to hear what you guys think of my mystery girl
Reveiws:
Sir Magus: Glad you like the story so far. Thanks for the reveiw, Spike certainly thinks a threesome would be interesting. This chapter is for you

Part Three

Mystery Girl's POV

I run until I am so tired I cannot run anymore. I collapse in the sewer and inspect my arm; the sunlight seemed to have burnt it. I’m crazy or a superhero, what the hell is going on? I’m hallucinating, that’s it. I am really strapped down to a bed in a mental institution on heavy meds where the caretaker can sneak in at night and take advantage of the catatonic patients cos he is such a dork he can’t get a girlfriend. See normal stuff. I am not in a stinky sewer with a burn from the sun, dressed in a sack having just drunk all the blood out of a Good Samaritan. I’m in a mental institution. I am. I AM. I start banging my head against the sewer wall hoping to knock some sense into myself. Cracks start to form and then a huge chunk of the ceiling falls down straight onto my head rendering me unconscious.

Angel’s POV

I have to share the same bed as Spike! Great, just great! Apart from the fact he annoys me so much I’m also more than a little turned on by him and all year I’ve been trying to avoid him or be angry with him so that he does not arouse me. Angelus would have taken what he wanted months ago, but Spike and I have only been intimate once and that was during the Boxer Rebellion after he killed his first Slayer. It was my way of saying goodbye, I don’t even know if he realises that it was me and not Angelus that night. This will be an interesting. Sharing a bed with my favourite childe, but I can’t take advantage of him, not after what Angelus used to do. I turn and walk up the steps,

‘Come on I’ll show you the room but if you wriggle too much I’ll kick you out’

‘I only wriggle when the bed’s uncomfortable, you’re bed is probably all hard wood, just another way to punish yourself. Sure you don’t need to lash yourself fifty times before you go to bed?’ Why does he turn everything into an argument? He is intolerable; sometimes I wonder how it is that his managed to live for this long because he is so annoying. He survived cos I taught him how to that’s why, he’s learnt from the best

‘Spike just shut up.’ I growl.

‘Oooh someone’s grumpy. Did I hit a nerve? Did Nina complain?’

‘How do you know about Nina?’

‘Vampire remember. She stunk of you. Your apartment stunk of her and sex. Easy.’ Nothing is private when there is another vampire around, or Illyria or a Werewolf.

‘Anyway, here’s the room,’ I say walking in. I go to the fridge as there’s a note on it while Spike is looking round the room. ‘It’s from Dawn, there is some pigs blood in the fridge, I’m having a shower, make yourself at home.’ I look at him and he’s staring back at me with a sullen look on his face as if he really doesn’t want to be here. He is beautiful standing there in the dim light, emphasising those killer cheekbones and the luminousness of his skin. I turn round and stomp into the bathroom before he smells my arousal. All I want is to turn back and embrace him but no I can’t take like Angelus did but shit is this going to be a long day. I strip and get into the shower. The water shocks me out of fantasising about Spike and I remember the events of the last twenty-four hours. Lorne is either dead or gone, maybe I shouldn’t have gotten him to kill Lindsey. Since when did I become the person who didn’t believe people could change. What gives me the right to take a human life. Maybe I will always be the demon, maybe I was kidding myself when I thought I could do good. How many people have died because of me and I’m not just talking about my victims. Everyone dies but I keep going on. Almost everyone I knew when I was turned is dead and apart from Buffy and the Scoobies, almost everyone I’ve known since I started this hero gig has died. Spike, Drusilla and I are the only one’s left of the order of Aurelias and then there was Doyle, Cordelia, Fred and now Wesley. When will it be my turn? I scrub down and step out of the shower then I use the towel for my hair. I hear the bathroom door slowly open and I freeze.

‘Angel?’ Spike hesitantly walks in. I wonder what he wants. He stops in front of me, he has taken his shirt of and his pale skin is almost luminous highlighting his recent wounds. Great and I’m naked, I need to keep my emotions under control.

‘Spike what are you doing in here.’ I try to growl but I catch a whiff of his arousal, oh man please say, what I want you to say.

‘Angel, I ah I can’t do this anymore. I need my Sire, I can’t keep going like this. I need you to hold me please. I’m not going to ask again mate so either reject me and we will forget about this or…’ He looks so hesitant and vulnerable standing there with the bad boy look gone, I look down and smile.

‘Spike,’ I whisper and step forward towards him finally giving in to what my body has wanted for a hundred years since the last time I had him in my arms. He leans in and lips meet, not the usual ravaging kiss but a sweet, gentle one. After an age, our lips tear apart. I look into his eyes and all I see is desire. His eyes are a brilliant blue with a ring of gold around them announcing his feelings.

‘You sure … I don’t want to …’ I’m still whispering, I know I brood but last year Spike was right, Dru might of Sired him but I created the monster he became.

‘Bloody hell Angel, how do I get it through your thick head that I want this, I want you. Now come on.’ He takes my hand and leads me back into the bedroom. I stroke his hand and watch him walk. Oh Drusilla was right in turning him. He is as perfect as those Greek statues, not an ounce of fat but musclier despite his skinny frame.

‘Stop brooding,’ he mummers, he wants me not to brood. Fine, I can do that. I spin him around and kiss him. His mouth opens and my questing tongue enters. I find his incisors and slice my tongue on them. He drinks, as he does I slide my hands down to his pants across his tight buttocks and hips to unbutton his fly. His hands meet mine and a tingle courses through my body. I slide back onto the bed and watch as he slides his pants right off. He looks up at me and smiles.

‘You like that do you?’ He gets up on the bed and I attack him. I can’t wait any longer. I slide my tongue into his mouth and force him back unto the bed. He smirks and shakes his head.

‘Oh no mate, let me do the work.’ He flips us over so that he is on top of me. He pushes me back into the soft bed and his tongue slides up my neck to the back of my ear while his questing fingers find my nipple and he twists it cruelly. I buck up.

‘Spike!’ It’s almost a yell, nobody can get the same reactions from me as my boy can.

‘You like that do you? But shh we need to do this quietly or we will have an army of slayers in here.’ He seems to enjoy being able to get such a reaction. I let him go something Angelus would never have done. Angelus always had to be in control. Anyway, it will be his turn soon. He slides down my body to my cock. Oh, shit. He teases me with his fingernail before taking his mouth down there.

‘Oh fuck!’ He has the best mouth ever. He can make me non-verbal in seconds. I squirm while he gets to work with my full length in that glorious mouth. I squirm and buck against him. He looks up and stares into my eyes while he moves backwards and forwards. The emotion in his eyes is amazing, I could get lost in those depths.

‘Oh yeah, Spike!’ I wrap my fingers in his short and soft hair but he suddenly stops moving but his eyes don’t leave mine.

‘Noo.’ I moan. ‘Please Spike.’ He smirks and his fingernails rake the back of my balls. I buck against him wanting that friction back. He starts up again and I’m babbling uncontrollably.

‘Oh Spike so good. Please. Oh.’ I come unexpectedly, spilling seed into his waiting mouth. He brings me down from that high and I just lay there, satisfied for the moment. He climbs back up next to me and I kiss him tasting him and me in that marvellous mouth. Spike has always seemed to be orally fixated. Well now, he is going to find out that my hands haven’t lost their touch either. I bite his neck but not hard enough to draw blood, not yet anyway. I roll over so that his skinny, white body is under me.

‘Your turn.’ He just looks at me with those eyes. I lower my head to his nipple and grab it into my mouth while the other grabs his hard cock. It’s his turn to go non-verbal and buck.

‘Oh fuck Angel.’

‘That’s the whole idea.’ I murmur and smile. My hands cup him and I stroke him up while my tongue finds his neck and gives him one hell of a hickey. He’ll have a hard time explaining that tomorrow but right now I really don’t care. I just want to taste him and hear him moan.

‘Oh man so good.’ I let go off him; he shouldn’t have all the fun. ‘Angel please.’

‘Come on roll over.’ He rolls over presenting those two firm, ripe buttocks to me and I can’t help but lean down and lick one.

‘Spike,’ I mummer, ‘Shit, its been a long time.’

‘Too long mate,’ he agrees. Has he been pining after me all year? My questing tongue finds his shoulder and I bite down as I quickly slide a finger into him, that I slicked with my saliva. Its not much but it’ll have to do.

‘Shit’ He yells or he would if he hadn’t muffled himself with a pillow. His inner muscles clench around my finger so tight. I have to move in and out to try to get him to loosen before I even try a second finger.

“Relax for me please, little one,” I don’t know if it was the please or the pet name that does it but it works. The first finger is joined by a second slowly so slowly that he moves under me wanting more, I give him what he wants my scrapping my finger across his prostate. He freezes, then bucks.

‘Fuck, oh Angel shit’ I scrap across it again and then scissor my fingers, opening him wider. ‘Fuck Angel… so goood…more please more.’ I slide my hand around his skinny hip towards his penis but his hand grabs mine.

‘No Sire, Not til your fully in me. I’m so close but I need you in me first. To feel you splitting me open, making me feel so full, please’

‘Spike I don’t have any lube.’

‘Don’t. Care. Please Angel, I need you. Please Sire. Use blood, anything just please, need you.’ He's begging with me Shit. I almost come right then.

‘Okay I’ll try to be gentle.’ I whisper as I bite into my wrist and spread the blood over his entrance. I slowly remove my fingers from him and I plunge into him. There is no other way to get fully in him and he knows it. I hope the blood is enough is my last thought before…

‘Ahhh ohhh’ its almost a howl as he bucks up against me uncontrollably, I hope he's okay. He is so tight around me, squeezing me so hard. He feels so good.

‘Spike,’ I mummer as my questing hand finds him again. I start to move out slowly then when I’m almost completely out, I thrust back in. My hands move over his cock in time. Thrusting and contracting, him so tight beneath me. He isn’t even able to talk now, just groans then I realise that half of them are mine. I move faster feeling us both on the edge. I can tell he hasn’t had release for a long time. This is going to be one hell of a ride. When I can’t stand any more, I sink my fangs into his shoulder coming inside him the same time as his sweet blood rushes over my tongue and I feel him come in my hand.

‘Aaaaaannnngggggeeeelll.’

‘Spike shit Spike.’ I lay there for a while totally sated and exhausted, totally together. I slide out of him and roll off him onto my side so I can see his face one hand is still cupping him. ‘Hi.’ He just smiles and takes my cum-soaked hand and licks a finger. My bottom lip trembles still in silence. With a wicked smile on his face he pushes his own hand down to his cock and then offers it to me. I slowly lick the one hand while he licks the other and lick is a loose term to describe what he does with that hand while we don’t take our eyes off each other. Man, have I missed this.