Comfort

Title: Comfort
Pairing: Spangel
Warnings: Much much slashy goodness
Disclaimer: I own nothing, what doesn’t belong to Joss Whedon and company belongs to my muse, I just play with them.
Summary: Set during Not Fade Away, Spike is scared and needs his sire to comfort him.
Rating: Very, Very dirty. *grin* NC-17 indeed
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“What do you think all this means for that Shanshu bugaboo? If we make it through this, does one of us get to be a real boy?”

“Who you kidding? We're not gonna make it through.”

“Well, long as it's not you.”

Angel shook his head, thinking to himself: A joke, of course it’s a joke. It would have to be, it’s Spike. Spike doesn’t share, or confide or say serious-

“Are you scared?”

What? Angel looked up, his thoughts interrupted, surprised to be meeting blue eyes. “What?”

“You afraid?” Spike was asking him a question, seeming to be searching his eyes for something.

“No.” What else could he say? “What are you going to do, one last day… what do you want?”

Spike shrugged, shifting his weight between his feet. Did he not know what he wanted or just not know how to say it? “I’m thinkin… alcohol.”

Angel smiled… a little. “You’re always thinking alcohol.” It was comfortable to tease; familiar.

“And you’re always thinking about small blondes.” Well, he wasn’t wrong about that.

“Are you scared?” Angel couldn’t help ask, and wasn’t surprised when Spike shrugged nonchalantly and snarked back “no.” Angel nodded, he should probably leave now. Let Spike get to his final day and yet… he didn’t want to go. Couldn’t. Something was keeping him planted, keeping him from going.

“Tell me you’re scared?” Angel blinked, not sure he’d heard correctly, not sure he’d heard him at all.

“What Spike?”

“Just stop being a ponce and tell me you’re scared. Tell me you’re bloody terrified.” So that was it, the reason he couldn’t leave. His boy needed him and somehow he’d known.

Angel waited a moment before starting then sighed slightly. “Yeah, you know I’ve died a lot. This one seems… final.” Angel wasn’t big on sharing, the arguing and fighting was easier but it clearly wasn’t what his boy needed right now. “So yeah- I’m scared.”

“Good,” Spike said with a nod, flopping down on the couch, “better go get to that day off of yours then. Only one day left- should go spend it with people you... can stand.”

Angel walked over to the couch and sat on the corner of it. “Think I’d rather stay.”

Spike looked up at that, an eyebrow cocked. “Really? All the places you could be, things you could be doing and you’re gonna stay here? Why?”

Angel shrugged, “want to.” Apparently that answer wasn’t enough for Spike because he immediately opened his mouth to deliver another clever response but was promptly quieted by Angel’s lips pressing against his own.

Spike’s eyes fluttered closed; a mixture of delight and surprise causing him to gasp. His open mouth must, of course, have been an invitation. One Angel happily accepted and his tongue swooped into his childe’s mouth to duel with the younger vamp’s. Before Spike could respond, verbally or physically, Angel pulled back slightly. “Don’t talk so much.” Spike wasn’t sure if it was a joke or an order and he honestly didn’t care.

Angel rose and took Spike’s hand, leading him towards the bedroom. Blue eyes searched brown for an explanation but all they were met with was a slight grin and a squeeze to his hand. He obediently followed nonetheless.
“Angel, what are you-“

“What did I say about talking?” Angel asked softly, pushing Spike to a seated position on the bed and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Spike’s eyes closed and he moaned; he wanted to ask what was going on but more than anything he didn’t want Angel to get irritated and stop what he was doing. He’d thought that the part of him that wanted Angel, the part that ached for his sire- for the connection they used to share, was gone. He was wrong. He didn’t know if it was the impending battle reminding him of times they’d fought together or if it was simply childlike fear needing to be soothed, but there was nothing in the world he wanted more than to curl up in his sire’s arms.

Once his shirt was removed Angel slowly kissed Spike’s neck and shoulders, running his hands soothingly up and down his arms. Spike swallowed harshly, afraid to let go, to be weak and vulnerable. Afraid that Angel would pull away if he showed how much he needed him. Afraid this was all a dream or worse a sick joke. “Angel, I need...”

“Shh, it’s all right William. I know.” Spike closed his eyes at that and leaned against Angel’s chest. He should have known he didn’t need to tell Angel what he wanted or needed. His sire always knew; for nearly a century he’d ignored it and not given it to him, but he’d still always known. Angel moved behind Spike and slowly guided him to lay down on his stomach. He then proceeded to massage the muscles in his back while slowly kissing down his spine. Spike groaned again, burying his face into the pillow. He didn’t know what had gotten into Angel and he didn’t care. All he cared about was making sure it stayed there. Spike let out a muffled moan when Angel reached underneath him and found the zipper of his jeans. Then, being the helpful childe he was, lifted his hips so that Angel could slide his pants off and toss them to the side. He slowly lowered his hips back to the bed and shuddered as Angel traced a finger down his tailbone and pressed lightly against his entrance.

“Bloody hell.” Spike gasped out, causing the older vampire to grin wickedly.

“Yes, I do seem to remember you liking that...” Angel responded with a smirk. Spike turned his head to reply but was quickly silences by the sudden feeling of a tongue replacing the finger at his entrance. Spike entire body spasmed as Angel slowly pushed his tongue past the first ring of muscle in Spike’s arse. He pushed himself back, desperate for more and found his hips held down by strong hands. He struggled against his sire’s hands and felt them grip harder. “Please...”

The sound of Spike begging caused an almost unbearable tightness in Angel’s slacks and he released one side of Spike’s hips to remove his own shirt and pants. Angel decided to take pity on the boy and pushed his tongue deeper into the man as far as he could. Spike’s hands dug into the bed as he squirmed in pleasure. “Oh fuck... sire yes.”

Eventually Angel pulled his tongue out and grinned when Spike whimpered pitifully. “Be patient childe.” He ordered, reaching over to his nightstand and pulling out a vile. “Sit up.” He instructed and wasn’t surprised at all when Spike sat straight up immediately and looked at him. Angel placed the lube in Spike’s hand and he opened it up and squeezed some onto his fingers. Spike unconsciously licked his lips and reached for Angel’s cock. He lowered his mouth to lick a bit of pre-cum from the tip of Angel’s cock before slowly applying the lube. He stroked his hand up and down, lubing him up completely. Angel placed his hand on Spike shoulder, moaning and thrusting his hips forward slightly as Spike moved his hand along the length of his shaft. “Spike...”

Spike looked up at the sound of his name coming out of Angel’s mouth. He hadn’t expected to have such a strong emotional reaction to hearing his sire say his name, but he did. He stood quickly, cupping the back of Angel’s neck and kissing him deeply.

Angel closed his eyes, feeling the emotion of the kiss wash over him and refusing to admit how badly he needed it as well. He moaned into the kiss as Spike continued to stroke him and gasped out. “Stop... keep that up and our fun’ll be over way too quickly.”

Spike grinned, his eyes sparkling with lust and delight. “Yes, sir.”
Angel’s eyes rolled closed in pleasure at the submissive reply. “Lay on your back, I want to watch your face as I fuck you.”

Spike moved back onto the bed and lay down as Angel crawled over to him and positioned himself between his childe’s thighs, lifting Spike hips onto his own thighs. Spike bent his knees around Angel’s waist, remembering this position from many years before. Angel grabbed the tube and applied some lube to his fingers. Spike reached behind his head and grabbed onto the headboard with both hands as Angel slowly pushed both his fingers into his tight ass.

“Fuck!” Spike arched his hips up tensing around the intrusion. Angel waited until Spike relaxed then slowly slid his fingers in and out, watching with a grin as the pleasure danced across Spike’s face. “Oh god, Angel... sire... yes, bloody hell sire, please... I need more.”

Angel grinned again and, being the giving sire that he was, pulled his fingers from him and pushed the tip of his cock into his boy. He waited a moment for Spike to adjust to his considerable size before pushing the rest of his length into him and then started a slow rhythm. He thrust his hips back, pulling his cock out quickly but then eased softly back into him.

Spike gasped at the gentleness. Angelus had never been gentle. It had always been rough and hard and fast, it had never been about emotion or trust or anything other than Angelus’ desires. This time was different. This time it was all about Spike, about what he wanted and needed.

Angel looked down into Spike’s eyes, smiling at him, able to read his thoughts through his eyes. “I know Spike... I need you too. I always needed you.”

Spike gasped and cried out, overcome with pleasure and emotion and the hands that were gripping the headboard flew to Angel’s shoulders. “Angel- oh god, oh fuck, oh hell... don’t stop- don’t... I need... I can’t... I want... fuck!”

Angel held onto Spike’s hips, gliding his cock in and out of him. He looked back down into Spike’s eyes. “That’s it... that’s my boy. Yes, come on Spike... good boy, come for me.”

A breath Spike didn’t need caught in his throat as Angel spoke. Good boy. Angel couldn’t possibly have uttered a better term and Spike lost control at that. He arched wildly off the bed, screaming obscenities and Angel’s name and something about the best fuck he’d ever had and then a sound that was far more feral than human erupted from his throat as he came, spilling himself all over Angel’s abdomen.

Angel groaned and watched as Spike came. Seeing the way his boy writhed and screamed pushed him over the edge and he came as well, pumping himself deeper into Spike and shuddering. “Spike!” He shouted as he came, filling him with his seed.

Angel spasmed as he slowly came down from his own climax and watched as Spike continued squirming and chanting his name- almost like a prayer, riding his own orgasm to completion.

Angel finally eased out of Spike and pulled the boy up to him, kissing him passionately. Spike, exhausted and limp, kissed back with everything he had, but was barely able to wrap his arms around the man. Angel broke the kiss and leaned his forehead again Spike’s. “My boy...”

Spike smiled and nodded. “Always was you bugger...” Spike nuzzled his head against Angel’s. “Sire?”

“Mm?”

“Claim me again?”

Angel lifted his head and looked into Spike’s eyes, surprised. He nodded, slipping into game face and kissed down Spike’s neck to his shoulder and sunk his teeth into him. Spike moaned and purred and kneaded his hands into Angel’s back as they both lay down on the bed. Eventually Angel unvamped and licked at the wound until it closed.

Spike sighed contentedly, “thank you.”

“No childe... thank you.” Angel rolled off of him and onto his side, pulling the younger vampire against him and wrapping his arms around his waist. Spike murmured his approval at the position and closed his eyes.

“Spike?”

“Yeah?”

“You know I...”

“I know... me too.”

They didn’t need to say the words, they both knew them. The two fell asleep in each other’s arms. Sire and childe, two champions finding comfort at last in each other’s arms. Knowing it was the last time they ever would.