I Will Remember You
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Chapter 4
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I WILL REMEMBER YOU - CHAPTER 4
Spike stood at the foot of the bed in the dingy room and watched sadly as Angel’s sunken chest heaved when he tried to breathe. Even though there was an oxygen tank feeding air to his cancerous lungs, it was not enough to ease his suffering, making him moan quietly with each gasp. So much pain and desperation filled the air surrounding the forgotten champion that Spike couldn’t help the tears that filled his eyes and threatened to spill down his cheeks. He sighed, blinking them away, then folded his wings close to his body and called softly to Angel. “Angel, luv... Can ya hear me, pet?”
For a brief minute or two, Angel showed no indication that he had heard Spike’s angelic voice calling to him. “Angel?” Spike tried again and this time, Angel moaned and shifted his body before he opened his eyes and blinked in confusion at the apparition. Spike smiled lovingly and moved slowly toward Angel’s good side, trying not to frighten him. He sat down gently on the edge of the bed and unfolding his wings a bit, he lightly touched Angel’s hand. “Hello, luv... long time, yeah?”
Angel’s eyes widened in shock and he whimpered in fear. Spike could hear Angel’s heart pounding wildly in his chest and he immediately sent soothing thoughts to calm him. “It’s all right,” Spike cooed as he cupped Angel’s face in his hands and looked into his dimmed brown eyes. “I’ve come to take ya home.”
Spike’s hands felt like real flesh against Angel’s cheeks. Cautiously, he put his good hand over the angel’s, pressing it into his face in disbelief. If this was a dream, it was the most realistic one he had ever had in all his miserable life. Gathering up what little courage he had left, Angel looked the apparition of Spike in the eye. “Where’s home?” he rasped warily in a thin voice. Spike tilted his head and raised an eyebrow in the familiar manner that Angel remembered from long ago. “Dunno,” Spike smiled as he unfurled his wings more and undulated them softly, hoping Angel would believe and accept that he wasn’t dreaming.
Salty tears welled up quickly in Angel’s dull eyes and spilled down his cheeks when he realized that the figure at his side was really his vampire childe cum angel. “Spike? Is it really you? You’re an... angel? Oh gods, how I’ve missed you...” Angel sobbed quietly. “You don’t know how I prayed you’d come back.” Spike smiled. “I know, luv... I know. Never forgot ya... was always with me, right here.” He pointed to his heart. “Ever since...” Angel slowly closed his eyes. “Thank you...”
“Anythin’ need doin’ before we go?” Spike asked softly. “No...” Angel whispered quietly in a voice that only Spike could hear. As many times as the former champion had faced death before, he was never afraid and he wasn’t afraid now. “All right then, luv. Put your arms round me neck so I can lift ya up.”
Angel pulled his paralyzed arm up and over Spike’s shoulder and then his good arm went over the other. Spike gently removed the oxygen tube off Angel’s face then tenderly lifted the frail body from the bed, winching when Angel tried to suppress a cry of pain. “S’kay, Angel. I got ya,” Spike cooed. “Will be over in a ‘mo... close ya eyes, yeah?”
Without hesitation, Angel obeyed. He closed his eyes and sighed as his life slipped away, putting all his trust in the angel that held him in his arms. Spike hovered silently over Angel’s deathbed, letting a single teardrop slide gently down his sculpted cheek. How sad, he thought, that a champion such as Angel should die alone in the dead of the night, to be found in rigor by strangers the next morning. “Do ya want a last look, luv?” “No,” was all that Angel said as he buried his face against the crook between Spike’s shoulder and neck.
Spike moved his magnificent wings slowly, gently rocking Angel in his arms as he started to spin in a golden circle. Round and round they went as iridescent sparks danced around them, enveloping the angel and the soul that he held protectively against his heart. Angel felt a strange tingle start to cover his body but he wasn’t afraid, even when they began to spin faster and faster. “Open your eyes, Angel,” Spike whispered. “Look at us...”
Angel slowly opened his eyes and blinked in awe when he saw Spike’s beautiful face glowing with joy. He reached over to touch the porcelain cheek of his savior and was shocked to see that his withered hand had been restored. Spike smiled knowingly. “Gets better, yeah? Kiss me, Angel... make love to me.” Angel looked sadly at Spike. “I... can’t. I’m an old man now...”
To his surprise, Spike threw his head back and laughed; it was the most beautiful sound that Angel had ever heard. “‘Course ya can,” Spike grinned. He reached down and took Angel’s soft penis in one hand, then gently stroked it to life. Angel gasped in surprise when he felt his cock jerk with interest in Spike’s deft hand. “H-how?” he whispered in disbelief. “Dunno,” Spike smiled broadly. “Just know you’re the way I remember ya... young, beautiful, strong.” He pumped his wings harder, making the golden circle they were in swirl faster around them. Spike placed a soft kiss on Angel’s lips, and Angel let himself believe.
Angel moaned into Spike’s mouth as he felt himself grow harder in his lover's talented hand. He had missed being touched as only Spike could touch him and it didn’t take long for the deeply buried feelings to come rushing back. Spike smothered Angel’s moan with a passionate, hungry kiss, eager to show his beloved how much he still loved him. Wrapping his arms around Angel’s neck and his legs around his waist, Spike lined himself up and slid slowly down onto Angel’s impressive length.
A surprised gasp escaped from Angel’s lips as he looked at Spike’s beatific face in confusion. “How?” “No need to worry, luv,” Spike smiled. “Just let go... give yourself to me, yeah?” Tears welled up in Angel’s eyes as Spike started to slowly move while they continued to spin in the golden circle. Little by little, Angel could feel himself grow younger and stronger as Spike made love to him, sobbing against his throat as he held his angel tightly, the first orgasm that he had felt in years hitting him hard.
After they had made love several times, the golden circle that held the long lost lovers slowly disintegrated and Spike just hovered, holding an exhausted looking and smiling Angel in his arms. “What now?” Angel asked as he looked at Spike with anticipation, eager to start his new existence with his beloved. Spike squinted over Angel’s shoulder and into the distance, his wings rippling with excitement at what he saw coming toward them.
“Michael!”
~ tbc ~
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I WILL REMEMBER YOU - CHAPTER 4
Spike stood at the foot of the bed in the dingy room and watched sadly as Angel’s sunken chest heaved when he tried to breathe. Even though there was an oxygen tank feeding air to his cancerous lungs, it was not enough to ease his suffering, making him moan quietly with each gasp. So much pain and desperation filled the air surrounding the forgotten champion that Spike couldn’t help the tears that filled his eyes and threatened to spill down his cheeks. He sighed, blinking them away, then folded his wings close to his body and called softly to Angel. “Angel, luv... Can ya hear me, pet?”
For a brief minute or two, Angel showed no indication that he had heard Spike’s angelic voice calling to him. “Angel?” Spike tried again and this time, Angel moaned and shifted his body before he opened his eyes and blinked in confusion at the apparition. Spike smiled lovingly and moved slowly toward Angel’s good side, trying not to frighten him. He sat down gently on the edge of the bed and unfolding his wings a bit, he lightly touched Angel’s hand. “Hello, luv... long time, yeah?”
Angel’s eyes widened in shock and he whimpered in fear. Spike could hear Angel’s heart pounding wildly in his chest and he immediately sent soothing thoughts to calm him. “It’s all right,” Spike cooed as he cupped Angel’s face in his hands and looked into his dimmed brown eyes. “I’ve come to take ya home.”
Spike’s hands felt like real flesh against Angel’s cheeks. Cautiously, he put his good hand over the angel’s, pressing it into his face in disbelief. If this was a dream, it was the most realistic one he had ever had in all his miserable life. Gathering up what little courage he had left, Angel looked the apparition of Spike in the eye. “Where’s home?” he rasped warily in a thin voice. Spike tilted his head and raised an eyebrow in the familiar manner that Angel remembered from long ago. “Dunno,” Spike smiled as he unfurled his wings more and undulated them softly, hoping Angel would believe and accept that he wasn’t dreaming.
Salty tears welled up quickly in Angel’s dull eyes and spilled down his cheeks when he realized that the figure at his side was really his vampire childe cum angel. “Spike? Is it really you? You’re an... angel? Oh gods, how I’ve missed you...” Angel sobbed quietly. “You don’t know how I prayed you’d come back.” Spike smiled. “I know, luv... I know. Never forgot ya... was always with me, right here.” He pointed to his heart. “Ever since...” Angel slowly closed his eyes. “Thank you...”
“Anythin’ need doin’ before we go?” Spike asked softly. “No...” Angel whispered quietly in a voice that only Spike could hear. As many times as the former champion had faced death before, he was never afraid and he wasn’t afraid now. “All right then, luv. Put your arms round me neck so I can lift ya up.”
Angel pulled his paralyzed arm up and over Spike’s shoulder and then his good arm went over the other. Spike gently removed the oxygen tube off Angel’s face then tenderly lifted the frail body from the bed, winching when Angel tried to suppress a cry of pain. “S’kay, Angel. I got ya,” Spike cooed. “Will be over in a ‘mo... close ya eyes, yeah?”
Without hesitation, Angel obeyed. He closed his eyes and sighed as his life slipped away, putting all his trust in the angel that held him in his arms. Spike hovered silently over Angel’s deathbed, letting a single teardrop slide gently down his sculpted cheek. How sad, he thought, that a champion such as Angel should die alone in the dead of the night, to be found in rigor by strangers the next morning. “Do ya want a last look, luv?” “No,” was all that Angel said as he buried his face against the crook between Spike’s shoulder and neck.
Spike moved his magnificent wings slowly, gently rocking Angel in his arms as he started to spin in a golden circle. Round and round they went as iridescent sparks danced around them, enveloping the angel and the soul that he held protectively against his heart. Angel felt a strange tingle start to cover his body but he wasn’t afraid, even when they began to spin faster and faster. “Open your eyes, Angel,” Spike whispered. “Look at us...”
Angel slowly opened his eyes and blinked in awe when he saw Spike’s beautiful face glowing with joy. He reached over to touch the porcelain cheek of his savior and was shocked to see that his withered hand had been restored. Spike smiled knowingly. “Gets better, yeah? Kiss me, Angel... make love to me.” Angel looked sadly at Spike. “I... can’t. I’m an old man now...”
To his surprise, Spike threw his head back and laughed; it was the most beautiful sound that Angel had ever heard. “‘Course ya can,” Spike grinned. He reached down and took Angel’s soft penis in one hand, then gently stroked it to life. Angel gasped in surprise when he felt his cock jerk with interest in Spike’s deft hand. “H-how?” he whispered in disbelief. “Dunno,” Spike smiled broadly. “Just know you’re the way I remember ya... young, beautiful, strong.” He pumped his wings harder, making the golden circle they were in swirl faster around them. Spike placed a soft kiss on Angel’s lips, and Angel let himself believe.
Angel moaned into Spike’s mouth as he felt himself grow harder in his lover's talented hand. He had missed being touched as only Spike could touch him and it didn’t take long for the deeply buried feelings to come rushing back. Spike smothered Angel’s moan with a passionate, hungry kiss, eager to show his beloved how much he still loved him. Wrapping his arms around Angel’s neck and his legs around his waist, Spike lined himself up and slid slowly down onto Angel’s impressive length.
A surprised gasp escaped from Angel’s lips as he looked at Spike’s beatific face in confusion. “How?” “No need to worry, luv,” Spike smiled. “Just let go... give yourself to me, yeah?” Tears welled up in Angel’s eyes as Spike started to slowly move while they continued to spin in the golden circle. Little by little, Angel could feel himself grow younger and stronger as Spike made love to him, sobbing against his throat as he held his angel tightly, the first orgasm that he had felt in years hitting him hard.
After they had made love several times, the golden circle that held the long lost lovers slowly disintegrated and Spike just hovered, holding an exhausted looking and smiling Angel in his arms. “What now?” Angel asked as he looked at Spike with anticipation, eager to start his new existence with his beloved. Spike squinted over Angel’s shoulder and into the distance, his wings rippling with excitement at what he saw coming toward them.
“Michael!”
~ tbc ~