WHY WE FIGHT

WHY WE FIGHT

It was the same... always the same, Angel thought as he tightened his grip on Spike's hips and sawed into the blond vampire's ass like there would be no tomorrow... and deep down inside, he knew there would be no tomorrow... at least, not for them.

It was the same... always the same... they fight... they fuck... they leave.

From time to time, out of frustration, Angel and Spike would spar with each other using fists and words but their greatest satisfaction came when they fought the good fight against evil demons and other creatures of darkness.

It was exhilarating for Angel to have his childe fight by his side, knowing that Spike could hold his own with the best of them; the blond had no fear and was an awe-inspiring warrior. Angel was a proud sire but he was unable, or unwilling, to voice his feelings toward Spike, loath of the snarky put-downs that always seemed to be on the tip of the small vampire's tongue.

Spike loved to fight with Angel by his side. They knew each other so well that they moved like a finely tuned killing machine, each knowing by instinct what the other would do. The big vampire's size and thick body belied the grace and power that made Angel a skilled and brave fighter and Spike was extremely proud to stand with him.

The blond vampire loved his dark sire unconditionally, but Spike was always shut out whenever he tried to show affection. Angel's brooding nature over past sins and his unwillingness, or inability, to accept the least bit of happiness had reduced Spike to snarking and sniping at Angel just so he could get some sort of validation.

It was the same... always the same...

After they had dispatched their prey for the night, they would fuck. Didn't matter where. They just did it, almost automatically, as a means to an end.

Spike would always leave the seedy motel before Angel woke up or he would just walk away if they had gotten off in an alley somewhere. Angel always did the same.

The blond vampire grunted quietly as Angel fucked his ass. There was no pleasure for Spike, just a means to an end; Sire's rights or just plain rutting, it was always the same.

He wondered who would be the first to leave before morning this time as the squeaky bed protested loudly against the hard pounding Angel was giving him. Didn't really matter, Spike thought. They would both be alone again in just a few hours.

Angel felt his balls tighten and draw up into his body as he got ready to cum. He raggedly pumped his cock into Spike a few more times before he shot his load high up into the small vampire's bowels without so much as a whimper. Then, he pulled out and rolled off the bed without a word to Spike and headed to the bathroom.

Spike was left alone on the bed to finish himself off. He stroked his cock hard with one hand and braced himself with the other, still on his hands and knees. He took an unneeded breath and came silently, watching his cool, dead seed spurt out onto the sheets, then he collapsed into a heap.

Angel rested his forehead against the wet, slippery tiles of the shower and closed his eyes, letting the soothing hot water wash over him. Tense muscles seemed to relax a little and it felt good.

It was good. Used to be good, once, Angel remembered... in the days when he was Angelus and William was his newly made childe. They would fight and fuck afterward, but back then, they would fall asleep wrapped protectively in each others arms.

The big vampire groaned when he began to harden at the delicious memories and his hand slipped down unconsciously to slowly stroke himself.

Spike took a long drag on the cigarette he held in one hand and blew the smoke out lazily from the side of his mouth. He listened as Angel moaned softly, his vampiric hearing picking up the sounds over the running water.

Bloody hell, Spike thought. Angel would rather finish himself off alone because he was too pigheaded to ask for what he needed from his childe. Well, Spike seethed, he's not gettin' away with it this time...

Spike hastily stubbed out his smoke on the headboard and scrambled out of bed. He padded quietly into the bathroom and stopped dead in the doorway, eyes transfixed in awe on his sire.

He could see Angel through the Plexiglas enclosure, standing under the water as it flowed over him and made steam rise up from around his feet. One long arm was extended over his head with the palm of his hand resting against the ugly yellow tiles. His head was bowed as he watched his other hand move over his impressive erection and every once in a while, his eyes would flutter closed and he would moan softly.

Spike’s cock gave an interested jerk as he watched Angel in silence. Every fiber of his being was screaming out for him to go... to run... to his sire, to fall on his knees in front of him and worship him with his mouth. He yearned to touch the cool skin, to shower every inch of it with hot, passionate kisses, to take and be taken, but Spike hesitated. He couldn't be the one to back down... not now... not ever.

Angel’s eyes filled with unwanted tears as he watched Spike turn in the doorway and leave. Every fiber of his being was screaming out for him to go... to run... to his childe, to pick him up and carry him to the bed and worship him with his mouth, his hands, to take and be taken, but Angel hesitated. He couldn't be the one to back down... not now... not ever.

It would always be like this... had to be like this... always.

It's why we fight.


~ fin ~