The Way We Were

THE WAY WE WERE - Chapter 3


Angel was unable to sleep, tossing and turning for most of the night.

Shifting his weight once again, he tried to fold his large frame into the small couch that adorned his office at Wolfram & Hart. Made more for style than for comfort, he hurled curses at the uselessness of it and swore revenge on the offending piece of furniture as soon as his unlife got back to normal. Angel chuckled to himself at the irony of it all. There was nothing ‘normal’ about the CEO of a large company sleeping in his office because of an unwanted guest in his penthouse.

But, here he was. A two-hundred and fifty-year-old vampire with a reputation who was sleeping anywhere other than in his own comfortable bed, forced to use the Executive washroom at work for his toilet, all because of an annoying little vampire named Spike. Thrown together by Fate a century ago, Angelus had claimed and honed the young, innocent virgin to be a ruthless killing machine. A slayer of slayers. The last of his childer...

Angel sighed and closed his eyes...

Angelus loved the thick, roiling fog, especially in the early hours before sunrise, when hunting along the banks of the River Thames was perversely satisfying for the dark vampire and his childe.

Invisible in the clouds, he dragged William along by his shirt sleeve, guiding the young fledgling toward a flickering light under the London Bridge where the city’s dregs sought refuge from bitter reality.

Both demons slid into game face and summarily dispatched the ragtag band of humans they had found huddled around a blazing barrel for warmth. One by one, their dying screams were swallowed by the swirling fog, never to be heard from again.

Covered in blood and their bellies well-fed, an aroused Angelus slammed William against a slimy pillar. He shoved his trousers down and fucked him hard, a fulfilling hunt and a good fuck the perfect ending to their risky ventures.

William came first and Angelus followed, both vampires crying out into the murkiness as they spilled...

A quiet groan escaped from Angel’s lips as he slowly slid a big hand down his body to palm the unexpected erection in his silk boxers; groaning again, he squeezed the outline of the burgeoning flesh through the fabric. It had been so long since he had thoughts about Spike and their time together that it actually felt... good... so good that he was touching himself.

Lifting his hips, Angel pushed his underwear down over his thighs and hissed when cool air touched his heavy, leaking cock. He closed his eyes and moaned as he wrapped his long fingers around his aching shaft and slowly pulled the foreskin back, exposing the mushroom-shaped crown to run a thumb over the slit, collecting the pearly drops that oozed out.

With deliberate strokes, he stripped the turgid flesh with one muscled hand while reaching down to cup his velvet sac with the other, rolling and squeezing the rounded stones inside between his fingers. All too soon, his breath came harsher as his fist moved faster, sliding easily in the precum that dripped steadily from his tip. Harder and harder, faster and faster, he squeezed and pumped his throbbing erection until, moaning softly with his eyes closed, his body stiffened as thick jets of cum shot over his hand and belly.

“Oh gods Will...”

Shaking and gasping for air that he didn’t need, an amber-eyed Angel fought hard to control his demon from coming to the fore. The long forgotten memory of William, along with the powerful orgasm that had followed, made the vampire behind his eyes scream with a burning, aching need to run to Spike and sink his fangs and cock deep inside his beautiful childer.

Growling in frustration, Angel rolled off the couch and stepped out of his boxers, using them to wipe off his cum-covered fingers and stomach. A long, hot shower and another hand job would have to placate his howling beast’s still raging erection until he could sort out the perplexing and tantalizing feelings he was having for Spike.

After finishing himself off quickly in the shower, Angel reached for a fresh towel, only to find the bar empty. He grumbled under his breath about the lack of good help nowadays after a cursory glance around the bathroom revealed it had not been cleaned or restocked since the previous day. With a sigh of resignation, he went over to the unemptied clothes hamper and rummaged inside until he found the least disgusting used towel to wrap himself in.

Padding out to his desk, he pressed the button on the intercom to summon Harmony, hoping that she had chosen today to arrive at work before lunchtime. After several pages and no luck in contacting his secretary, Angel was disgusted and mumbled again about the quality of the help. Ripping off his towel, he gathered his shirt and pants up from the floor and dressed, trying to look half-decent before he stuck his head outside the door to his office and peered into the lobby.

Harmony’s desk was empty and the only illuminations in the huge entrance hall were the security lights that stayed on during the night and on weekends. Not one human or demon was to be found in the normally bustling foyer and Angel began to panic. It was early morning and there should have been a plethora of activity, where instead, he had found eerie silence.

His shoulders slumped in defeat when he realized that it must be the weekend and he was stranded in his office without a change of clothes, fresh towels and linens and most important, no blood. The big vampire rested his head against the doorjamb and let out a sigh that sounded more like a whimper as the thought of taking the lift to his penthouse and dealing with Spike became a glaring reality.


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Spike’s fever had broken a few days after Angel had taken him to the infirmary at Wolfram & Hart and he had regained consciousness soon after. Although his wounds were healing nicely and he was able to be discharged from the hospital, the small vampire was still weak, needing convalescent care that was not available. Plans were made to send him home to recuperate but the only fly in the ointment was, Spike had no home to go to.

The decision was made to send him to Angel until a suitable place could be found, and needless to say, Angel was not happy. Like it or not, Spike was his childe and he had reluctantly agreed to house him temporarily in order to avoid the wrath of his employees for his lack of concern for the blond.

“Good morning, Mr. Aurelius,” the small, chubby T’pau demon chirped happily as she burst into Spike’s room and bustled about, readying her supplies for his daily routine.

Even though Spike was conscious, he didn’t move or acknowledge his nurse as she cranked his bed up so he could be in a sitting position while she attended to him.

“And how are we feeling today?”

A sweet smile was on her face as she proceeded to pull down Spike’s blankets and push up his hospital gown so that she could see his healing wounds. She knew the blond vampire wouldn’t respond to her; he hadn’t spoken a word to anyone since he had been moved from the hospital to Angel’s penthouse and she didn’t expect today to be any different from the previous ones.

When Spike’s sponge bath was finished and his wounds redressed, a small mug of blood was placed in the microwave to heat. When it was warmed, a straw was put in place and offered to him.

“Here we go, now. Why don’t we try to take a little nourishment from the cup today? Wouldn’t that be nice?”

Spike stared stoically ahead with dead eyes, ignoring his surroundings, and made no attempt to feed. The nurse sighed in resignation before she put the mug down, then proceeded to open and warm a sterile packet of blood in the microwave. This time, it wasn’t offered to Spike to drink; it was injected into the feeding tube that protruded from the side of his abdomen.

“My poor Sir... I wish you would take some blood. It would help you heal so much faster...”

“Why won’t he feed?” Angel asked quietly from the doorway where he had been watching in silence.


~ tbc ~