For the Love of Spike

I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I profit in any way from their use.


Angel groaned, Fred gasped, and the rest of the group simply stood there with their mouths open. Just when they thought they were beyond being shocked, along came something else, and this was something else all right.

“How very like you, Spike, to make such an entrance,” Angel said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Where am I?” Spike frowned.

“The law offices of Wolfram and Hart,” his sire informed him. “What is the last thing you remember?”

“Being burned in the Hellmouth and then nothing.”

“The Powers That Be must have had someone gather your ashes and send them to Angel, along with a resurrection spell,” Wes stated quietly.

“Which was triggered when I opened the envelope,” the dark haired vampire theorized. “But why?”

“Who the hell cares?” Spike demanded. “I’m alive, that’s all that counts. Well, I’m not so much alive as I am undead, but you get my drift.”

Coming of her hiding place behind the door, Harmony took one look at the newcomer and ran toward him, squealing happily. “My little Spikie Bear.”

“Get away from me, you daft bitch.”

“Ever the gentleman,” Angel sighed.

“Are you going to introduce us?” Gunn prompted.

“Meet Spike.”

“Who have we here?” Spike asked no one in particular as his eyes fixated on Fred.

“I’m Fred,” she giggled, partly out of nervousness and partly because the man standing in front of her was totally gorgeous.

“Back off,” Wes growled.

“You have to be the much heralded Wesley,” Spike noted with a smirk. “I really recommend that you learn to lighten up. Life’s too short, for you anyway.”

Turning around, he found himself face to face with a tall muscular black man. “I’m Gunn, and I suggest you take the advice Wes gave you and stay away from Fred.”

“Ooh, I’m frightened,” Spike said with a wicked grin. “She’s got you all in a lather, does she?”

“What are we going to do with him, Angel?”

Spinning around to see who the unfamiliar voice belonged to, Spike snorted when he saw a pair of horns atop a man with green skin. “Hanging out with demons now? How positively PC of you, Angelus.”

“The name is Lorne, sugar. How about you sing for me so we can find out what’s on your mind?”

“Maybe later,” Spike winked. “I’m open to all possibilities.” Looking around the room again, he realized someone was missing. “Where is Little Mary Sunshine? I’m surprised she’s not here busting my chops.”

“Cordelia is in a coma,” Angel said quietly.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Spike stated, his words ringing with sincerity.

“Could I have some time alone with Spike?”

“Sure, Angel.” Wes led the way out of the room, and the others filed in behind him. Harmony tried to hang around, anxious to spend some alone time with Spike herself, but she left quickly when Angel gave her an angry stare.

“Alone at last,” Spike whispered. “What ever do you plan to do with me?”

“Knock it off.”

“Aren’t you even a little glad to see me?”

Angel heard the pain behind his question, and it ate him up inside. No matter what Spike had done, he didn’t deserve to have his sire abandon him the way Angel had done. “You probably won’t believe me, but I am actually very glad to see you.”

Confused by Angel’s calm demeanor, Spike paced the room nervously. “What are you playing at?”

“I’m not playing at anything, Spike.” Irritated by the blond vampire’s continual movement, Angel stepped in front of him and grabbed his shirt. “Could you please stand still for a minute? I’m happy that you’re okay, Spike. Please believe me.”

“Why should I?” Spike asked bitterly. “You haven’t given a damn about me in ages.”

“I know it appears that way, but it isn’t true. When Buffy called to tell me what happened, I suspected you were alive because the bond between us was still there for me.” Putting his hand on the smaller man’s face, Angel stroked his cheek gently. “Will, there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of you.”

Feeling the rush of emotions long repressed, Spike tried valiantly to cover. “Whatever, it’s not like I care.”

Angel smiled, recognizing what Spike was trying so hard to hide. “Of course not,” he agreed. Using the pad of his thumb, he traced the beautiful lips in front of him, feeling a rush of air as Spike exhaled unnecessarily. It had always amused him that Spike tended to breathe when he was excited, forgetting that there was no need. Walking over to the door, Angel locked it carefully, looking at Spike intently the entire time.

“I’ve got to get out of here,” Spike mumbled, rushing toward the door.

“Not just yet,” Angel insisted, grabbing his wrist as he went past.

“Let go of me, you wanker.”

“Behave, boy,” Angel roared. “I am still your master.”

“Angelus was my master,” Spike said quietly.

“He is inside of me, Spike. I am your sire, and you will submit to me. You have no other choice.”

“You can bloody well go to hell.”

“Been there. It’s highly overrated.” Angel smiled as Spike’s lips twitched. His childe was so obstinate. “How long do you plan to sulk?”

“Sulking, am I? Do you know what I’ve been through? I’ve been …”

Angel kissed him suddenly, tired of waiting for the pleasure he had gone so long without. Brushing his tongue into Spike’s mouth, he gently explored the once familiar territory, moaning with delight as he was reminded of how wickedly delicious he had always found this experience.

Spike was trembling with need, frantic with a desire to surrender to Angel, but frightened of getting hurt. “Sod off,” he yelled, pushing Angel away from him.

“You dare to challenge me?” Angel hissed. Wrapping his arms tightly around Spike, Angel ravaged his mouth, drawing blood as he scrapped his fangs along the inside of his childe’s lower lip.

Finding comfort in the pain that had been so much a part of his life, Spike responded to the kiss, rubbing himself against the hard, muscular body in front of him.

“Will, why do you always make me play rough?” Angel asked sadly, breaking off the kiss to lap tenderly at the blood on Spike’s lower lip.

“Gentleness was never a part of our relationship, Angelus.”

“Stop calling me that, Will. You know I’ve changed, but my love for you is still here.”

“Love,” Spike scoffed. “You’re claiming to love me now.”

“I’ve always loved you. I just haven’t always known how to express that love.”

“You mean when Angelus was shoving his cock up my ass with only my blood for lubrication that wasn’t an expression of love?”

Angel looked down at the floor, disturbed by his body’s reaction to the scene Spike described. Shame and guilt flooded his consciousness, and his eyes filled with tears.

“Why do you fight that part of yourself? It is your right to take me any way you desire.”

“I don’t desire that,” Angel denied vehemently.

“It seems as if one part of you does,” Spike pointed out, running his hand along the front of Angel’s pants. “One very large part.”

“Stop,” Angel murmured halfheartedly.

Spike laughed as he unfastened Angel’s pants, pushing them down to the floor along with his underwear. Getting his first look at Angel’s cock in decades, Spike stared at it reverently before dropping to his knees. Pumping Angel firmly with his hand, Spike swirled his tongue around the engorged head, licking it like an ice cream cone. Angel made a guttural sound and thrust into Spike’s hand.

Knowing his sire was getting impatient, Spike opened his mouth and enveloped Angel’s cock, sliding it all the way inside. Angel shouted in reaction, placing his hands on Spike’s head to hold him in place. Spike was thankful he didn’t have to breathe as Angel fucked his mouth hard, ramming that hard cock deep into his throat. Surprised when he felt Angel spilling his cold seed into him already, Spike swallowed hard, not wanting to waste a drop of his master’s essence.

“Your stamina isn’t what is used to be,” Spike said dryly, rising to his feet with a grin.

“Maybe not,” Angel retorted, “but my recovery time is.” Spike looked down to find Angel’s cock semi-erect.

“No disputing that, old man. The question is, what do you plan to do with it?”

“Take off your pants,” Angel ordered with a dangerous smile. Spike rolled his eyes, but did as he was requested. “Still going commando, I see.”

Turning him around, Angel bent him over the desk and then stepped back, staring hungrily at Spike’s ass. “Don’t move,” he commanded, fastening his pants before he strode out of the room, leaving Spike to wonder what was going on.

He was back two minutes later, pleased to see that Spike had obeyed him. Covering his fingers with some of the lube he had gotten from one of the gay associates, Angel spread those beautiful porcelain cheeks, and eased his way inside.

“Damn, boy, you’re as tight as you ever were,” he swore.

“Well, open me up then,” Spike taunted.

“All in due time.” Shoving harder, Angel plowed his fingers in and out of Spike’s ass, adding a third finger for good measure. When the painful throbbing of his cock could no longer be ignored, Angel quickly removed his pants and boxers and covered himself with lube. He held Spike open and placed the tip of his cock at the small entrance, shoving hard as he buried himself to the hilt.

Spike grunted at the sudden intrusion, biting his lip so hard it bled. He had not been taken this way since, well since the last time Angel had taken him this way.

Angel’s intentions were good; he wanted to give Spike time to adjust. But, once he was deep inside that tight ass, his intentions went by the wayside. He dug his fingers into Spike’s flesh, keeping him still so he could hammer into him. Fucking Spike hard and fast, Angel howled in satisfaction, that animalistic part of him reigning supreme. With his climax close, Angel pulled Spike’s wrist up to his mouth and sank his teeth into it. He came then, spurting into Spike’s tight passage as he sucked hard, savoring the taste he loved above all else.

The sensation of Angel sliding out of his ass left Spike groaning in frustration. He was hard as a rock with no relief in sight. Standing up from the desk, he started to turn around when he felt a hand encircling his painful cock.

“Do you want to come, Will?” Spike nodded eagerly, too horny to worry about what he was revealing to Angel. “Then tell me what I want to hear, boy.”

“I love you, Angelus,” he said defiantly.

“Spike,” Angel warned, a menacing tone in his voice.

“I love you, Angel.”

“And,” the steely voice prompted.

“And I’m yours.”

Smiling at Spike’s submission, Angel jerked him off until he came, sobbing incoherently. “Shh, Will, everything’s all right. You’re with me now.” He held the smaller vampire tightly, rubbing his chest comfortingly. Finally, the tears stopped, and Spike pulled away.

“What am I supposed to do now, Angel?” Spike asked, fastening his pants. “Where do I go? I can’t go back to Sunnydale.”

“You’re going to stay with me. I could use your help here, Will. This whole thing with Wolfram and Hart turning over their Los Angeles branch to Angel Investigations is suspicious as hell. I want to know what’s really going on.”

“You really need me?”

“Yes,” Angel confirmed.

“I guess I could stay, for a price,” he grinned. “I want some new clothes, and a car, a nice car, mind you.” Suddenly he frowned, realizing he had a much more pressing need. “Hey, I’m starving.”

“I’ll get Harmony to bring you some blood,” Angel said with a smile.

“No,” Spike protested. “You need to keep her away from me.”

“The sooner she accepts the fact that you’re mine, the sooner she will leave you alone.” Spike accepted his explanation with a shrug, hoping Angel was right.

“Harmony,” Angel said into the intercom. “Please bring us two cups of blood.”

She appeared three minutes later, carrying the warmed blood in two coffee mugs. Heading over to Spike with a smile on her face, Harmony was stopped in her tracks by Angel’s voice.

“Leave them on the desk.”

“But I want to give Spike his personally,” she purred.

“If you want to keep your job here, you will keep your hands off Spike. He belongs to me.”

“No fair,” she pouted. “I love him.”

“He’s mine,” Angel growled, “and I’m very possessive.”

Knowing Angel could make her disappear before she could snap her fingers, Harmony wisely decided to acquiesce. “Fine. He was never nice to me anyway,” she complained, flouncing out of the room.

“Happy now?”

“It’s a start,” Spike conceded.

“Good. Drink up, because it’s time to get to work.”