The Reluctant Guide
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AtS Crossovers › Misc - Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,608
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2
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own AtS, Bones or The Sentinel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 4
The apparent leader of the Sentinels paced forward in that beautiful predatory tread that brought to mind large hunting cats. Clothed in all black, the fabric fitting to his sleek frame, he came nearer and nearer to the two vampires, one of whom was shamelessly hiding, and the Guide. He licked his lips, flashing strong white teeth, tasting the scent of the Guide that lingered tantalizing on the air.
Angel didn't move. He didn't back away, or flinch at the approach of the predator. Not even when a long, fearsomely muscled arm reached out and the Sentinel, his blue eyes challenging, eager, laid his hand on Angel's chest, clearly hoping to provoke a reaction. He pushed his hand onto Angel's chest hard, his fingers flexing.
"Make your heart beat, vampire." The Sentinel ordered, his voice dark with promises of retribution if he was disobeyed. His fine nostrils flared as he sniffed again, taking in the scents of the three in front of him. He turned to look directly at Spike, well, the one eye and part of his head that Spike allowed to show. He sniffed again, a long low inhale. He grinned; Spike shuddered.
Spike let out a whine, not trying to hide his own fang exposing snarl of revulsion as the Sentinel's hand settled more comfortably, as intimate as an all knowing touch might be, on Angel's chest. Aware of pulse, breathing, heat, and emotion. If the thing reached towards him, Spike had already decided to bite. Angel didn't react beyond looking into the Sentinel's chilled eyes. He didn't move to shove him away.
"Make your heart beat." The Sentinel said again, showing the black tips of his claws, extending them just enough to give a warning prick to the Vampire's pale skin through the red/black of Angel's silk shirt. Little dots of blood soaked into the fabric.
"My Territory." Angel repeated. "The Guide denies he is yours. You have no reason to pursue him here. Leave." Spike waited for all hell to break loose, for the Sentinels to tear them to pieces. But the lead Sentinel stepped back, withdrawing his hand almost at once, regarding the larger of the vampires with interest. He ignored the single drop of blood that rolled of his index claw, though Spike sure could smell it, and hear it hit the ground. His Sire's blood. His Sire's delicious, precious blood.
"Your territory." He acknowledged after a pause, his handsome face nearly pouting, continuing to lock his gaze with Angel for long moments. Then with an odd quirk to his mouth, he spun on his heel, sprang into top speed and was gone. His band vanished with him, one moment there, the next...gone, faster than any creatures Spike had ever seen. Unnatural they were. Spike straightened up from his semi-crouch behind his sire. He shook himself, and dusted off his coat. Vampire ash. Yuck. Maybe he was due to take a trip to the cleaners. Keep himself looking handsome, dashing, hot, that took effort. He felt rather than saw the movement start behind him.
The Guide took the opportunity to make a break for it. He had taken all of two strides when he was halted by a hand bunched in the back of his jacket. He yelped, twisted, and Angel was left holding an empty coat watching as the small man sprinted away. Spike took a giant leap after him, and managed to grab two fistfuls of flannel shirt.
Thutt, thutt, thutt....another squirm and wiggle, buttons flying every which way, and he was holding a shirt and watching the little weasel running away.
Angel stopped it all, leaping in front of the Guide and lifting him up over his shoulder in a dizzying sweep, before the small man knew what was going on. He was left clutching at Angel's back, his eyeballs fairly spinning.
Angel didn't move. He didn't back away, or flinch at the approach of the predator. Not even when a long, fearsomely muscled arm reached out and the Sentinel, his blue eyes challenging, eager, laid his hand on Angel's chest, clearly hoping to provoke a reaction. He pushed his hand onto Angel's chest hard, his fingers flexing.
"Make your heart beat, vampire." The Sentinel ordered, his voice dark with promises of retribution if he was disobeyed. His fine nostrils flared as he sniffed again, taking in the scents of the three in front of him. He turned to look directly at Spike, well, the one eye and part of his head that Spike allowed to show. He sniffed again, a long low inhale. He grinned; Spike shuddered.
Spike let out a whine, not trying to hide his own fang exposing snarl of revulsion as the Sentinel's hand settled more comfortably, as intimate as an all knowing touch might be, on Angel's chest. Aware of pulse, breathing, heat, and emotion. If the thing reached towards him, Spike had already decided to bite. Angel didn't react beyond looking into the Sentinel's chilled eyes. He didn't move to shove him away.
"Make your heart beat." The Sentinel said again, showing the black tips of his claws, extending them just enough to give a warning prick to the Vampire's pale skin through the red/black of Angel's silk shirt. Little dots of blood soaked into the fabric.
"My Territory." Angel repeated. "The Guide denies he is yours. You have no reason to pursue him here. Leave." Spike waited for all hell to break loose, for the Sentinels to tear them to pieces. But the lead Sentinel stepped back, withdrawing his hand almost at once, regarding the larger of the vampires with interest. He ignored the single drop of blood that rolled of his index claw, though Spike sure could smell it, and hear it hit the ground. His Sire's blood. His Sire's delicious, precious blood.
"Your territory." He acknowledged after a pause, his handsome face nearly pouting, continuing to lock his gaze with Angel for long moments. Then with an odd quirk to his mouth, he spun on his heel, sprang into top speed and was gone. His band vanished with him, one moment there, the next...gone, faster than any creatures Spike had ever seen. Unnatural they were. Spike straightened up from his semi-crouch behind his sire. He shook himself, and dusted off his coat. Vampire ash. Yuck. Maybe he was due to take a trip to the cleaners. Keep himself looking handsome, dashing, hot, that took effort. He felt rather than saw the movement start behind him.
The Guide took the opportunity to make a break for it. He had taken all of two strides when he was halted by a hand bunched in the back of his jacket. He yelped, twisted, and Angel was left holding an empty coat watching as the small man sprinted away. Spike took a giant leap after him, and managed to grab two fistfuls of flannel shirt.
Thutt, thutt, thutt....another squirm and wiggle, buttons flying every which way, and he was holding a shirt and watching the little weasel running away.
Angel stopped it all, leaping in front of the Guide and lifting him up over his shoulder in a dizzying sweep, before the small man knew what was going on. He was left clutching at Angel's back, his eyeballs fairly spinning.