A Second Chance

A SECOND CHANCE

Angel couldn’t help but smile when he came into the bedroom and looked at Spike. The blond vampire was curled up in the middle of their bed with his sinewy arms and legs wrapped tightly around Angel’s pillow in a death grip, something Spike did for comfort now when he couldn’t find his sire next to him in the middle of the night. The pale moonlight shone brightly over the small, naked form, accentuating every muscle, every curve and Angel thought it made Spike look like a resplendent marble statue in repose. Hugging a pillow.

The wee morning hours were giving way to the coming dawn as Angel padded over to the bed holding a small birthday cake and a special present for Spike in his hands. He placed them carefully on one of the night stands, then gently sat down on the bed. Angel watched in silence as his childe slept the sleep of the dead, not moving or breathing. It was always during that quiet time, when one of the vampires would watch the other sleep, that they were reminded of what they truly were.

Angel sighed as he reached out to touch Spike’s platinum curls, gently pushing a wayward strand away from his face. His boy was so beautiful, he thought, and he considered himself lucky to have been given a second chance to finally put their differences aside so they could have the love and kinship both had always longed for but were too stubborn to accept when it had come to them. He had years to make up for, but at least now, he had eternity with Spike at his side to fix the wrongs that had kept them apart for so long.

Spike stirred and grumbled softly under his breath, but as sleepy azure eyes blinked awake and focused on Angel, he smiled. "‘Mornin’ luv. I oversleep again?"

Angel smiled lovingly back at Spike and cupped his face in one hand, his thumb stroking over the chiseled cheekbone. "Didn’t mean to wake you, beloved, but now that you’re up, I have something for you."

Spike raised himself up on one elbow and ran a hand through his tussled hair, a look of confusion on his face. "You have something. For me..."

"Don’t look so surprised," Angel laughed softly. "Can’t I do something nice for my beautiful boy without you getting all paranoid?"

Spike lowered his eyes and smiled shyly. "D’int mean nothin’ by it, but ya gotta admit, ya never was one for givin’ gifts, luv."

This time, it was Angel’s turn to feel awkward. "I know I haven’t been the best of... well, anything... to you over the last century, William, and I want to try to fix that. Give you the family you’ve always wanted and the love you’ve always deserved... from me. You’re the only family I have left now and I don’t want to lose you... When we were in that alley..."

Angel choked back a sob at the terrible memory of the fire-breathing dragon swooping down to guttle his childe as he stood and watched, frozen and helpless in its wake. Spike never saw it coming, his back to the horror as he fought valiantly against the hordes of demons in front of him with Illyria by his side. Angel had screamed out a warning to Spike, but it was too late and he and the blue demon goddess were consumed by a wall of fire.

The big vampire didn’t remember much after that, only of wandering the war-torn streets of Los Angeles at night in a daze, unbelieving that he had lost everything, including his only remaining childe. He didn’t eat or sleep for days and during the daylight hours, he sat in the ruins of the Hyperion, trying to gather up the courage to walk into the sun.

Then there was a miracle. It wasn’t the shanshu, as Angel had expected... it was something much better. It was Spike. Somewhere, from out of the rubble, Spike had dragged himself away to heal, hiding out in the bowels of the Hyperion in stasis until he was strong enough to hunt. It was only by accident that Spike had come upon Angel as he was racing back to his hiding place one morning with the sunrise looming over his shoulder.

Spike had fed Angel and had nursed him back to the point where he could function again. From that day forward, when Angel walked out of the ruins of the hotel leaning on Spike’s shoulder and didn’t look back, he swore to make amends to his childe.

"Sshh... s’ alright, Angel," Spike cooed to the dark vampire as he got up and crawled into Angel’s lap and wrapped his arms around him.

It wasn’t easy for Spike to see Angel so distressed. That night in the alley had marked Spike forever with bitter memories as well, the worst being that he thought he had lost his sire and soulmate to the dragon. How he had found the strength to crawl away to heal had always escaped him whenever he sat alone, analyzing those dark days when he believed that Angel was dust.

Spike leaned in and gently ran his tongue over Angel’s blood-tinged tears, catching them as they slid slowly down his face. " s’kay, luv. Let it out, yeah?" he murmured soothingly between placing tiny, tender kisses wherever he could.

"Love you, Will..." the big vampire managed between choked sobs.

"Know ya do, Angel... love you, too."

Angel looked forlornly at Spike through tear-filled eyes and it broke the blond vampire’s unbeating heart in two. He kissed Angel gently on the lips, making him moan. "Please, Will...?"

Spike looked lovingly into Angel’s wet, chocolate eyes and smiled. "Take what ya need... ya got me, luv..." he whispered.

With one fluid motion, Angel rolled over with Spike underneath him onto the cool, satin sheets of their bed, sliding between Spike’s legs when he opened them in invitation. Their already half-hard cocks pressed tightly against each other and made both men groan with pleasure at the feeling of their bodies fitting together like perfect pieces to a puzzle.

Angel supported his heavy weight on his elbows as he lay across Spike’s chest, gently taking the blond’s face between his big hands and softly kissing him. Since they had found each other again, their lovemaking was always tender, sometimes desperate, but never brutal even though Angel’s need to be inside Spike’s silky darkness sometimes overwhelmed him. The big vampire was overwhelmed now, needing desperately to be inside his beautiful boy.

Spike gasped and moaned with want as Angel peppered his skin with hungry kisses and when the big vampire ran his tongue over the claim mark that he had put on his shoulder over a century ago, Spike cried out as the feeling went straight to his cock. "Oohh...fuck! Angel... Sire... please..."

Angel looked into Spike’s azure eyes and saw nothing but love and trust reflected back at him. "Do you know how much I love you, Childe? How much I... need... to be inside you?"

"I know, Sire... please," Spike begged softly. "I need you, too..."

The hard kiss that Angel gave Spike as he reached over and fumbled in the night stand for lube took the blond vampire’s breath away and he whimpered softly when Angel pushed himself up onto his knees so he could slather his own straining erection with slick.

Spike’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched Angel coat himself with the slippery gel and when the big vampire gently removed the small butt plug that Spike had taken to wearing to bed on a regular basis and replaced it with his rock-hard shaft, he let out a long, slow hiss as he felt the burn. Even as Angel slid into his still tight hole and stretched him with his impressive length, he would never tire of the feeling of Angel filling him, making him feel complete.

Angel didn’t want to move. Just being inside his beloved would have been all that he needed on any given night, but there was a pull, a desperate urge to be buried balls deep into Spike... his Will... that he couldn’t explain. He knew that Spike could feel it, too, their blood calling to each other to be joined, to be one, to be loved. Angel looked at Spike. In the past, he would have taken whatever he wanted without asking, but now he waited for Spike’s permission.

"Take what ya need," Spike whispered and Angel’s undead heart filled with joy. "Fuck me... hard..."

The road to ecstacy was short as Angel drove his shaft hard into Spike’s velvet passage, hitting his boy’s sweet spot over and over again, making the blond cry out and arch up off the bed to meet his every thrust.

Spike panted harshly and dug his fingernails deep into Angel’s biceps, holding on for dear unlife as his dripping and neglected cock throbbed and bounced against his belly as Angel fucked him. When he could hold on no longer and felt the familiar tingle in his balls signaling that he was about to come, it made Spike beg.

"Pleasepleaseplease... he chanted like a mantra as his fingernails dug deeper into Angel’s skin, his cock and claim mark throbbing and burning for the dark vampire’s attention.

Angel was lost in the unbelievable feel and the beautiful sounds his beloved childe was giving to him as he pushed into him over and over, harder and harder. His eyes never left Spike’s as he watched in awe as the smaller man panted and moaned and begged and dug his fingernails into his arms in the throes of passion. Angel knew he wouldn’t last long, but this was needy, desperate sex and he swore to make it up to Spike before the night was over.

It didn’t take long for Spike’s begging to push Angel over the edge and as he started to spiral out of control, he lay across Spike’s chest and wrapped him in his arms. "Come for me, my beauty... and take me with you..." Angel groaned against Spike’s throat as he lowered his fangs and slid them into his claim mark, triggering both his and Spike’s orgasm.

"Mine..." Angel moaned as he pulled Spike’s sweet blood into his mouth and shuddered his release deep inside his beautiful childe.

"Yours... Sire!" Spike screamed when Angel bit gently into his claim mark and he came hard, his spill pulsing out to pool stickily between their bellies. Then, when Angel offered him his throat, Spike moaned and came again as he lowered his own fangs and bit down hard.

The two bonded vampires stayed connected to each other for a few blessed minutes, with limbs intertwined and fangs embedded, unwilling to let go.

It was Angel who started a soft purr deep in his chest as he held his childe close, his eyes heavy with the promise of sleep. The big vampire was delighted when Spike’s answering purr matched his own and after he drew the smaller vampire into him, Angel pulled the edge of a blanket over their bodies, letting Spike snuggle into his embrace.

Angel smiled and let his eyes drift over to the night stand to focus on the cake that still sat there, forgotten. His idea of celebrating a birthday that neither of them could remember would have to wait until another day. For now, when all was right with their world, Angel and Spike would be content to lay wrapped in each other’s arms after they had made love four or five times. Then, when they were sated and rested, they would eat cake.


~ The End ~