A Dark and Stormy Night

It was a dark and stormy night, not fit for man nor beast. The wind screamed and howled while the cold rain pelted harshly against the small stained-glass window in Spike’s crypt and when the thunder clapped and the lightning flashed, it shook the blond vampire to the core.

Spike pulled his tattered blanket up around himself and shivered. Although he was a creature of the night, it was nights like this when he wished that he was something other than dead. He hated the cold and cursed his sorry lot as he shivered again, so hard, it made his teeth chatter. Another clap of thunder crashed and Spike felt the walls around him tremble and when lightning lit up the darkness once again, the vampire whimpered softly and pulled up the covers over his head.

Spike listened intently to the unfamiliar sounds that the storm had brought to him. The scraping and dragging of tree branches against his tomb, the noise of the drip as it splashed and splattered on the cold, marble floor next to him, the rain finding every crack and crevice, inviting the chill of the wind to follow in its wake to taunt the small vampire.

Another clap of thunder and a burning bolt of lightning crashed nearby, illuminating everything in a stark, blinding light that made Spike’s eyes hurt. He cursed softly under his breath and reached out to grab a pillow to bury his head in, but something made him take pause. The blond lay absolutely still and listened with his vampiric hearing to a rhythmic pounding at the door to his crypt.

Thud... thud... thud...

A shiver ran down Spike’s spine when he heard it again.

Thud... thud... “S-s-piiike...” Thud...

Spike’s eyes dilated in alarm and he felt his gut clench. Something was pounding on his door and it knew his name.

“S-spike...” Thud...

“Fuckin’ Christ on a bike!” Spike spit out as he wrinkled his face in displeasure at the thought of letting some unknown creature into his home on a night when he just wanted to get some sleep.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck... Fuck!”

Spike got up and slid his feet to the floor then wrapped his blanket around his naked body as he padded over to the door. He put his ear against the cold metal and listened again, still unsure if he should open it or not.

Thud... “Open up this goddamn door, Spike!" I know you’re in there!”

Spike started in shock when he recognized the deep, commanding voice then fumbled clumsily to pull open the door to the crypt while holding his blanket around his waist. It protested loudly on its rusty hinges as the vampire tugged on the handle, then gave a shuddering groan as it swung open just as a bolt of lightning crashed through the sky.

What Spike saw on his doorstep in that blinding flash would be fodder for his worst nightmares for months to come and it made his mouth drop open in shock.

“A-angel?” Spike looked down at the soaking wet bunch of felt, yarn and string that had the shape, dress and face of his sire. “Is it you?”

Puppet!Angel huffed and pulled himself up to his full diminutive height of about three feet.

“Yes. It’s me. Don’t you dare say a word, Spike...” Puppet!Angel glared at the blond vampire. “Now, invite me in before I kick your sorry ass.”

A slow, gleeful smile slid across Spike’s face before he burst out with uncontrolled laughter. “Angel! You’re a wee little puppet man!” he snorted out between guffaws.

“Can it, Spike and invite me in, you asshole! I’m soaked... and... cold... and...” then the little puppet toppled over, landing face down in a puddle at Spike’s feet.

Another startling clap of thunder and a blinding flash of lightning shocked the blond vampire out of his revelry. If this was really Angel and not some spell gone wonky, he would have to act fast. Spike reached down and picked up the drenched little puppet and wrapped him in his blanket. It was going to be a long night. He just knew it.

Spike struggled mightily to shut the door against the howling wind and pelting rain, finally shouldering it shut. He padded over to the stone sarcophagus that he was using for a bed and gently placed his blanket-bundled sire onto the thin mattress, then hoisted himself up next to him.

The blond vampire sat with his legs folded under him for the longest time, staring in amazement at Angel. At least it looked and sounded like Angel. Had eyes, a nose and mouth that resembled the dark vampire’s and was dressed impeccably in Gucci like Angel, albeit a little on the soggy side. The raging storm outside his door was all but forgotten now, as Spike pondered what to do with the aberration it had left on his doorstep.

Spike raised an interested eyebrow when ‘Angel’ began to stir. Tiny, fuzzy hands rubbed at button eyes that blinked back at Spike in bewilderment.

“Spike?”

“Bloody hell! Is it really you, Angel? What the fuck happened?”

Puppet!Angel sighed heavily and hung his head. “I don’t know, Spike. I was on my way to see Buffy and took the shortcut through the cemetery. The next thing I know, a bolt of lightning hit a tree in front of me and knocked me off my feet. When I woke up...” Puppet!Angel shivered and began to cough convulsively.

“Cor, mate. Best you get outta them wet togs, yeah? Don’t wanna catch your death. Oh! Wait! You are dead... aren’t you?” Spike chuckled at his own snark.

“Fuck you, Spike! I knew it was a mistake to come here. Just thought you would offer me... shelter... till the storm passed and I could figure out what happened. I was wrong... as always, when it comes to you.” Puppet!Angel huffed as he stood up and began to struggle with the blanket Spike had wrapped him in.

Spike watched in amusement and smiled at the little puppet’s frustration. It was funny, at first, to see ‘Angel’s’ small, stubby fingers trying to work the buttons on his shirt and the zipper on his pants, but soon, it just wasn’t that entertaining anymore. Spike groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Angel! Let me do it.”

Puppet!Angel stopped fumbling with his clothes and looked at Spike warily, distrust clouding his dark glass eyes. He shivered from the cold and the thought of having the blond touch him but he knew he needed Spike’s help. He sighed heavily and dropped his stumpy arms, giving Spike permission to touch him.

Spike reached over and picked up Puppet!Angel by the armpits and sat him down between his legs. ‘Angel’ felt heavier than he looked and it surprised Spike at first but he decided that it must be due to the fact that the little puppet was soaking wet. He worked hurriedly to strip the clothes off the small body, tossing them onto the floor as each piece was removed. Finally, when ‘Angel’ was naked, Spike couldn’t stop looking at his tiny, perfectly proportioned little body.

“Well. Look at you,” Spike smirked. “Anatomically correct, if I remember right.”

Puppet!Angel’s hands went flying to protect his genitals from Spike’s eyes, but the blond vampire was having nothing to do with that. He batted ‘Angel’s’ felt paws away from his groin so he could get a better look. Nestled in a thatch of black, embroidered french knot curls was a stubby penis about the length and thickness of Spike’s thumb laying over a lightly fuzzed ball sac.

Spike’s eyes grew wide with amazement and he couldn’t help but reach out to touch the little penis with his forefinger, lightly poking at it several times. Puppet!Angel hissed and slapped at Spike’s finger. “Don’t do that!” he screamed as his little cock swelled and jerked with interest.

An evil snigger escaped past Spike’s lips as he took the little penis between his thumb and forefinger and gently massaged it to life. “I don’t believe it... you’re actually gettin’ hard...” Spike grinned as he continued to rub and Puppet!Angel continued to protest.

It wasn’t long before ‘Angel’s’ protests turned to moans and grunts as he bucked his hips hard into Spike’s fingers while tiny plastic beads appeared from his slit and rolled lazily down his puffed up shaft, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more friction if he was going to get himself off any time soon before the night was over.

Spike suddenly found that the sight and feel of Puppet!Angel pumping into his hand was extremely arousing and he groaned out loud as his own shaft thickened and lengthened before his very eyes. After spitting into his free hand, he wrapped it around his cock and started to stroke it in earnest.

Puppet!Angel whimpered with need as he watched Spike strip his cock. His stumpy arms were too short to reach his own shaft and Spike was doing a less than stellar job of wanking him off. In fact, the blond vampire had slowed in his ministrations to concentrate more on his own pleasure, letting his eyes slip closed and his fist move faster over his swollen flesh.

“Fuck, Spike!” Puppet!Angel roared, making the blond’s eyes fly open and blink in surprise.

“Wot?”

“You have to help me get off!”

Spike’s hand slowed on his cock and he sighed. “And how ‘m I supposed to do that, you git? You’re a soddin’ puppet for Christ’s sake! You can’t pop... can you?”

Puppet!Angel pointed to his swollen nub of a penis. “Erm, Spike? In case you haven’t noticed? Hard on here... so ya think?”

Suddenly, ‘Angel’ had an idea. “I want to ride your cock,” he said matter-of-factly.

Spike stopped in mid-wank and stared at the puppet stupidly before he burst out laughing.

“Not bloody likely, mate,” the blond sniggered. “Don’t fuck dollies, I don’t.”

Puppet!Angel balled up his little fists and his whole body shook with rage. “I am not a doll and I swear, Spike, when I get back to normal, I am going to kick your scrawny ass! Now, will you help me or not? ”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Oh, bloody hell. I’ll help ya... and me arse ain’t scrawny. Just so ya know...”

If Puppet!Angel had any veins in his forehead, they would have been bulging out by now and ready to burst, he was so frustrated. He took a deep breath. “Just pick me up and put your dick between my thighs. That way, we can rub off against each other, or have you forgotten how to do that and I’ll need to draw you a map?”

“Pfft! As if,” Spike grumbled as he picked up ‘Angel’. He positioned his cock between the felt covered thighs and let out a pleased noise as his shaft was squeezed gently in the material.

Puppet!Angel situated his chubby ass cheeks and genitals against Spike’s shaft for maximum stimulation. “Now, put your hands around my waist and don’t let me fall over, Spike, or I swear... Ooohhh, fuck...”

Spike took hold of Puppet!Angel’s thick waist and wrapped his legs around him. He thrust his cock hard between the softness that was ‘Angel’s’ thighs and the both of them groaned at the feeling.

‘Angel’ squeezed for all he was worth as Spike started a steady rhythm between his legs, pushing his cock into the fabric with abandon. It felt good to the blond vampire as he moved his hips and the harder he thrust, the hotter it felt on his dick. All too soon, he was panting and moving raggedly as he raced toward orgasm, with ‘Angel’ not too far behind.

“Oh gods, Angel... feels so good,” Spike panted as he moved faster and faster, the heat from the felt almost giving him something akin to rug burn. He was dripping pre-cum like a faucet and the sight of the tiniest pearl beads he had ever seen coming out of ‘Angel’s’ slit as he rubbed his nubby penis against Spike’s was perversely erotic.

“Fuck, Spike...” ‘Angel’ groaned as he bucked and rubbed raggedly against Spike. “Gonna... come...”

Thick, white yarn spewed out of Puppet!Angel’s throbbing phallus like Silly String as ‘Angel’ howled and flailed his stumpy arms as he came all over Spike. That was all Spike needed to set off his own orgasm and he roared with satisfaction as he came, too.

Spike fell onto his back, taking the puppet with him, panting for breath that he didn’t need. They both lay quietly against each other for several long moments until ‘Angel’ raised his head and looked into Spike’s contented eyes. “Umm... we should clean up, Spike...”

“Yeah, was good for me, too,” the blond mumbled. “Good and... weird... but mostly good.”

Spike reluctantly got up, moving Puppet!Angel to sit beside him as he grabbed the edge of a sheet and cleaned them both up. When he was finished, he lay down and wrapped Puppet!Angel in his arms, pulling his blanket over the both of them. “Can sort this out later, yeah?”

Puppet!Angel didn’t protest when Spike took him into his arms and cuddled against him. It felt good that the blond vampire was accepting of the strangeness of the night and hadn’t ridiculed him... well, at least not as much as he had expected. “Thank you, Spike,” ‘Angel’ mumbled against Spike’s throat before they both fell into a deep sleep.

Sometime during the night, the spell that Angel was under was broken and he woke up wrapped tenderly in Spike’s arms. The storm that had wreaked havoc earlier was gone, replaced by a clear, moonlit sky and a calming quiet.

Angel looked at Spike and smiled softly. He was moved by the blond’s tenderness and willingness to help him when he had arrived unannounced at his door. He would make it up to Spike one day soon, but for now, all he wanted to do was to rest in his beautiful childe’s arms. He started a gentle purr deep in his chest and closed his eyes.

Spike snuffled softly against Angel’s throat, the familiar scent of sire comforting him. The storm was over and the thundering noises outside had been replaced by a gentle purr coming from the big vampire in his embrace. He smiled softly to himself and started a quiet purr of his own as a sense of security, affection and family covered the two vampires like a blanket while they drifted off into a deep sleep, wrapped in the arms of love.


~ The End ~