Beauty and the Beast

I move down his back, stroking my hanver ver his injured skin. Already the cuts have started to close. His vampire strength taking away my mark. I growl to myself, angry that they should be closing so soon. I dig a fingernail into the line of the ‘I’ making Spike yelp with desire. I bet that helped his third erection along very nicely. Now, I turn my attention to his spread buttocks. I rub my hand over the bruised skin of one and decide that it needs a twin. I slap his unmarked cheek with just enough force as the first making him yelp again. Two red cheeks. Warm skin under my fingers as I stroke and calm. I test the weight of his buttocks in my hands. They are rounded and pert without too much fat. Just perfect in my hands. I rub them together feeling him shudder and moan again.

“What do you want, baby?” I purr, licking my fangs just from the thought of what I’m about to suggest. “The finger or the tongue?”

Spike makes an unmanly sound and arches his back. He tries to wriggle nearer to my hands. I slap him again, and this time he answers. “Tongue,” he gasps in a rough voice. His throat must be getting sore from all his screaming.

I grin at the choice. Just the one I wanted. I lean down and press my head between his spread cheeks. I take a deep breath scenting his unique smell. The smell of blood and heat. I flick my tongue out and taste his smooth flesh. No human tastes fill my tongue. Only blood and heat. Vampire blood. Spike’s blood laying like human sweat on the surface of his skin. No human warmth but the smell and pheromones of a vampire on the edge of orgasm...again. I grin; he’s going to want to come just as badly when I stick my tongue into his tight hole. The questions is, will I let him? I lick my way down his cleft until I reach that tiny hole. I touch the wrinkled skin with just the tip of my tongue feeling it contract with my touch. Again thoughts of Spike’s past lovers fill my mind. How many others have touched my childe here? How many men - vampire or human - have taken him?

I snarl pushing the thoughts away and concentrating on this one place. This small hole that I’m going to shove my tongue into and after that, my dick. I lick him again, leaving behind my salvia and making his skin glisten in the soft light. I carefully curl my tongue and this time I push at the small hole and slowly penetrate his anus. Spike gasps and aches into my touch. I quickly slap his thigh making him jump but it also stills him. I push harder, feeling his muscles tighten around my tongue, and finally I fully breach him touching the smooth skin inside. Smooth. Soft. Like ripe petals against my tongue. I groan wriggling my tongue about, tasting more.

“ANGEL!” the scream vibrates around the room and I instantly withdraw.

“Oh, you’ve been bad,” I drawl, leaning up to kneel as I grab hold of his hips. “No more tongue for you.”

“Please!” he howls again.

I slap his thigh but now it only makes him shudder and wriggle more in my grasp. I lift his hips, dragging him up into my lap. I line up my heavy, blood filled cock and press it against his fluttering hole. He pants and his fingers dig into his palms. The smell of fresh blood fills the room as his nails puncture the skin. The smell hits me and I shove forward. Spike howls in pain and comes again without anyone touching his cock. I break though the outer ring of muscle and slip inside his cool and welcoming channel.

I’m inside Spike. The boy I’ve wanted for so long is enclosing my cock inside his silky skin. The beloved of both demon and soul is here with me now, moaning in desperate need for me to move and begging me to fuck him into the bed. Before I can do anything, a question flashes into my brain. Is this real? Or is it fantasy? I answer that question just as quickly as I think it. Nothing this good could be fantasy.

“SPIKE!” I scream into the night and pound the tight hole of my lover.

“Yes, Angel!” he howls back, his body bucking on the bed and trying to push harder onto my thrusting cock.

All thought stops. There is only one thing I feel and that’s Spike. I feel his tight body pulling me in deeper. His flesh opening up and receiving me. His mouth screaming my name. His body shuddering under the pounding I’m giving him. His tight passage fluttering around my cock as the muscles pulse.

“Come my beloved,” I bellow, and the muscles of his anus are like a clamp around my cock.

“WILL!” I scream his name again, my body jerking uncontrollably against his and I come. I fill his cool passage with blood and cum. Fill him and feel like I’m laying my mark so deep inside him that nothing can ever remove it. Not memories or time. Not lovers past or future. Nothing.

Two vampires are howling into the night and I suddenly realise that one of them is me. I’m still moving inside my lover, still pounding his bloody hole. Still wanting more. I gather him into my arms, and crush his body to mine. The handcuffs snap and his arms grasp me. I lean forward and sink my fangs into his muscled back, and with the little control I have left lift my arm to his mouth. Fangs enter my skin and my world explodes into bright white light. Then there is nothing...

Next Evening:

I awaken slowly, breathing in the smells of stale blood and dried cum. The scent of lingering sunlight is weaker and I realise it must be after sunset. I smile slowly, the memories of the past night coming to my mind. Spike, sex and orgasms. Spike, sex and love. I grin and tighten my arms around the body crushed to my side. Spike, sex and the end of fantasies. Spike, sex and a strange feeling that makes me nervous. I can’t pinpoint what it is that suddenly hits me but it makes me uneasy.

“Morning, luv? Got a fag anywhere around here?” Spike stretches out beside me, grasping my arm and pulling it tighter around his chest. Then with a soft huff, he turns over, shoves a leg between mine and plasters himself to my chest burying his head into the hollow of my throat. I can hear him take slow deep breathes, scenting my body. I stroke one free hand down the middle of his back to his sticky buttocks. I have to groan at the memory that awakens within me. The memory of being inside him and finally claiming what is mine.

“Spike?” I ask.

“Hmm?” he answers, “Yeah, Angel?”

Spike. He replied to the name of Spike. I remember it from last night. I used it then and he replied. I never told him about Spike. I called him William. My body goes stiff and I hold myself up by a strong arm. Spike snuffles and tries to shift closer.

“Fag, Angel,” he complains again.

“Why, Spike?” Are they only words I can say?

“Oh fuck!” he groans. Spike rolls away from me and lies on his back. He kicks the bed with both foot and hand.

“You remember, don’t you?”

Blue eyes find mine and he slowly nods.

With a vampire fast move, I’m out of the bed and grabbing my clothing.

“What the fuck are you doing, Spike!? Was this all a friggin’ game!? You play me. You get me into bed and we fuck, then you laugh in my face?!” I yank on my slacks while sticking my feet into my boots. I don’t even bother to tie them, just pull on my shirt and walk out the door.

“Err, I don’t hear anyone laughing, Angel!” Spike answers back, jumping out of the bed and following me into the front room. “Bloody hell, Angel. What the fuck has got into you? We both got what we wanted...”

I don’t hear another word. I don’t listen. I grab my coat and I run.

~*~*~*~

Wolfram & Hart Offices, the next night:

My office is dark and only the lamp on my desk lights the room. It’s late and everyone has gone home. It’s been slow and there’s little work, nothing to hold my attention. Even if there was, I don’t think I could concentrate. The only thoughts I have are about Spike. Why did he let me touch him? Why did he stop hating me that one night? Why did I let him fool me?

I shake my head and pour myself a large shot of whiskey. I know why. I know the answer to all my questions. I wanted Spike and nothing was going to stop me from having him. All my dreams, all my fantasies came true last night. I had what I always wanted and I learned that it would have been enough. Spike was everything I had dreamed off. He was the perfect lover and to him it didn’t mean a thing. Yippee, he got laid.

“Angel?” A soft voice echoes around my office and a light appears at the door. Spike.

“Angel, you’re here...err, yeah.” He seems to be at a loss for words. He walks into to my office and stands awkwardly at the desk.

“Why lie to me?” I ask, flopping down into one of the leather chairs.

“I...I...don’t know,” he answers with a long drawn out breath. “I wanted you, Angel.”

“You hate me.”

“Yeah well, you hate me too!” he shouts, stomping over to the liquor cabinet and pouring himself a shot of whiskey. He swallows it back in one go, shivers and fills the glass again.

“Damn it, Angel. Why the hell did you run out?” he asks after he finishes the second glass.

“I don’t like being made a fool of.”

“I wasn’t fooling!”

“Ha, ha, very funny, Spike,” I growl back sarcastically. “Play mind games with Angel, pretend to like him, make him reveal how much he wants you, let him fuck you and then laugh at his lack of prowess after.”

“I found nothing lacking in it, Angel. Best fuck of my life and I wasn’t playing mind games.”

“What the fuck were you doing then?!” I howl, throwing my empty glass against the nearest wall. “I’ve wanyou you forever! I’ve wanted to love you! You dangle that before me and now you take it away!”

“Listen to yourself, Angel! You aren’t listening to a thing I say!” he shouts just as loudly back. His hands grab my armd hed he drags me to him.

“What are you saying!”

“I love you!”

“Yeah, right! You love...” I step back, my whole world spinning around me. “Wh-what?”

“I love you, Angel.”

“I don’t...” I collapse back into the chair and stare at him.

He kneels down before me, his pale hands taking mine into a tight grasp. “I just wanted...I lied okay. I didn’t lose my memory. It’s just that when I woke up, I felt you licking me and touching me. I wanted so much more, luv. I wanted you to touch me and hold me. I wanted you to lick me all over, but I knew that if you realised I was awake you’d stop and go back to hating me. So I lied, I pretended that I didn’t remember our past because you kept on touching me, and holding me and fucking me. I wanted you so much, Angel. Please don’t hate me for lying. Please, Angel.”

I can only stare at the object of all my desires. The one being I’ve wanted for over a century. The one being I never dreamed I could have. I believed he hated me all these years. I avoided him, fought with him, and nearly killed him because I could never have him. My hand shakes as I reach out and touch his smooth face. Staring into those bright blue eyes that glisten as if he’s on the edge of tears. I touch the softness of his cheek down to his red lips.

“Tell me, again,” I whisper.

“I meant what I said last night, Angel. I meant it when I said I belong to you.”

I don’t know how to answer him. I can’t find the words. This boy before me, this beloved childe was finally telling me what I’ve longed to hear for over one hundred and twenty years. Every fantasy I ever had about him confessing his love never felt like this. Never felt like I could grow wings and soar through the heavens. Never felt like every sin I’ve ever committed has been forgiven. Never felt like I had been given the greatest gift, better than Shanshu, that I could ever dream of.

“I love you, Spike. Tell me again who you belong too,” I plead. I move forward, sliding off the chair and pushing Spike into the soft carpeting.

“I’m yours,” he moans just as my mouth covers his and I kiss him as if I’ve never kissed before. “Always yours,” he repeats.

Soon our bodies are naked and sex heated skin slides together. We touch and hold. Kiss and reaffirm our feelings. Spike is mine. He belongs to me. I’m never letting him go. The world could be ending around me and I wouldn‘t care. I own him. Mine. Mine. Mine.

~*~*~*~

Wesley’s Office:

“So Wes, what you’re saying is that you translated the Shanshu prophecy wrong.” Gunn leans back in his chair beside Wesley’s desk and grins. “Well, that’s not the first time, is it?” He laughs and rolls a cigar between his manicured fingers.

Wesley glares a moment, and then turns back to Fred who is listening intently and not giving him any grief. “As I was saying, it seems the Shanshu prophecy doesn’t mean that Angel will become human. The exact wording means that he will get his heart’s desire. And we all know Angel’s hearts desire is to become human. It’s what he’s always wanted.”

Wesley puts down a large roll of manuscripts and smiles. “See In’t n’t translate it completely wrong.”

“n’t n’t know, I really think we should tell Angel,” Fred whines, fiddling with her long hair. “What if he gets angry? I mean he’s not been having much luck with prophecies lately.”

“Fine, we’ll go tell him.” Wesley sighs and gets to his feet. He leaves the office, Fred and Gunn following close behind. They all look nervous, hoping that the new translation of the Shanshu prophecy won’t be a shock to their beloved boss. It’s not like Angel has ever gone over the deep end on them and acted irrationality. Well, not recently.

Wesley is the first to reach Angel’s door, finding it closed and the office dark inside. He opens the door carefully and looks around; hoping that Angel isn’t there. Suddenly, from the darkness a groan is heard. A deep whining groan. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh follows and Wesley freezes.

“Fuck me harder,” a voice whispers, muffled by the presence of fangs and flesh.

“Hmmm Spike, you are all my dreams answered.”

Very slowly, Wesley closes the door and faces his two friends. They both look flushed and a little embarrassed.

“Ah, well,” Wesley starts, “I don’t think Angel wants to know about the Shanshu prophecy at the moment, I think we had better come back tomorrow.” He quickly walks away, his hand holding the front of his soft woollen slacks down.

“Well, I guess that Angel won’t be turning human then,” Gunn says to Fred, who seems to have a bright spark in her eye.

“No. That means another prophecy has been fulfilled, another job done.”

“Yeah,” they both sigh.

“Charles?”

“Yeah?” Gunn answers, turning to take Fred’s arm as they walk away from Angel’s office.

“How about making our dreams come true?”

Both stop. Fred looks deeply into Gunn’s eyes and he slowly grins. He presses a quick kiss to the top of her head and grasps her hand.

“We had better go catch him them!”

Both of them run off, leaving Spike with Angel, as they chase *their* dreams - Wesley.

THE END