From the Ashes
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AtS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
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From the Ashes
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FROM THE ASHES
Angel was alone. He struggled to stand on the slippery cobblestones in the alley using the leverage of his broadsword. A broadsword that was dripping with blood, as was he, but at least the final battle was over. The big vampire scanned his surroundings looking puzzled as the torrential rain continued to beat down on him, chilling his already dead body more. It was eerily quiet except for the pounding rain and silent shuffles that only he could hear. The noises of others gathering up their dead and scuttling away.
It had all been so unreal, the grisly conflict that was fought in the looming shadow of Wolfram and Hart. All of Angel’s comrades in arms were slaughtered before his very eyes and he silently wished that he had been killed as well. He had seen them all. Wesley, Gunn and the blue goddess that was once Fred. All were gone. Except for Spike. He hadn’t seen his childe go down and he held on to that thin thread that he still existed.
It would take several long, agonizing weeks before Angel would finally stumble upon Spike, naked and abused in one of the myriad of tunnels that ran under the city. The sight of his only remaining childe, translucent skin stretched tightly over protruding bones, staring back at him with dead, black eyes was a sight that he would never forget. Now, Angel sat at attention on an uncomfortable straight-backed chair in the basement of the ruins of the Hyperion, watching the movement in the cage that had once held Angelus.
Spike had his eyes closed, humming softly to himself as he masturbated in a corner of his little prison. He hadn’t said a word since Angel had found him and nursed his wounds but he seemed to be perfectly happy sitting naked in the nest of shredded paper that he had built, languidly stroking himself. After a few minutes, the now brunette vampire would start to rock back and forth as his orgasm built and Angel knew that he would soon spill. It was something that Spike had been doing on a regular basis as Angel watched and the bigger vampire wondered if the show was just for him as he groaned and adjusted the growing bulge in his pants.
Spike’s hand moved faster and faster over his swollen flesh while a look of ecstacy washed over his face. He threw his head back and gritted his teeth, a sharp hiss indicating that his throbbing cock was pumping his cum out and over his belly and hand. Angel’s back bowed off his chair as he pushed his denim clad erection into his palm, trying not to cum in his pants, but it was too late. He groaned as he spilled, the evidence of his orgasm a spreading dark patch on the outside of his jeans. Spike watched from under hooded lashes, then smiled to himself as Angel got up and dashed to the stairs, leaving him alone once again.
With Wolfram and Hart’s facilities gone, it was hard for Angel to look at his beautiful, broken childe day after day and know there wasn’t a hell of a lot he could do for Spike besides feed him and give him clean newspaper to play in. Spike still didn’t speak but he would scream like a banshee and fight with both tooth and nail to escape his cage whenever the opportunity presented itself. Keeping the small vampire locked up for his own protection seemed like the only option open to Angel, who was becoming too exhausted to care for himself, let alone Spike.
And so it went, day after day, with Spike’s mentality not more than that of a mere child’s and no insight into why he had lost his mind. Angel was on the verge of a nervous breakdown himself, trying to care for Spike, when he made an almost deadly decision. Instead of handing Spike his daily mug of pig’s blood through the bars of his cage and watching him drink, Angel had decided that today he would unlock the door and go inside to meet Spike face to face.
Spike watched with interest as Angel turned the key and came in, closing the door behind him. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow to the fact that the big vampire had his mug of blood in one hand but no newspaper or broom and no collar to chain him up while the cage was cleaned in the other. He was intrigued but frightened.
“Hey there Spike,” Angel said softly as he watched Spike flatten himself against the bars of his cage and bury himself in his nest of newspaper. “I’m not going to hurt you, don’t you know that by now? Don’t you trust me, even a little bit?” Spike’s azure eyes peeked out from under the newsprint and blinked in confusion.
Angel advanced toward Spike with slow, measured steps then knelt down in front of the pile of shredded paper. He had stopped trying to dress Spike weeks ago, only to have him tear the clothes to ribbons and add it to his nest. “Thought we could try a little chat again,” Angel said softly as he held out the ceramic mug with Spike’s name on it. “Here, this is for you. Has your name on it, see?” Angel pointed to each letter. S-p-i-k-e, Spike! That’s you.”
The paper pile shifted slowly to reveal pale, white fingers that quickly grabbed the food in Angel’s hand and retreated back inside. As fast as it had been snatched, the cup was emptied. “More!” Spike demanded harshly as he stood up and threw the mug over Angel’s head, watching it break into little pieces against the cell’s bars.
Angel was stunned. He had given up all hope of ever hearing Spike speak again and to hear that one word was music to his ears. “More!” Spike demanded again but before Angel had a chance to react, the small vampire launched himself onto Angel’s chest and knocked him to the ground. "Moremoremoremore!” Spike chanted as he straddled Angel’s waist and beat his fists hard against the big vampire’s chest. “More!”
Angel grabbed Spike’s wrists and easily wrestled him off but not before Spike was able to rake his fingernails down the outside of Angel’s bare arms, leaving long, bloody stripes. “More?” Spike whimpered pitifully as he eyed the red liquid oozing from Angel’s wounds and licked his lips. “Oh gods, Spike,” Angel whispered softly as he pulled his childe into his lap and offered him his wrist. “How could I have been so stupid? Drink, childe. Take as much as you need.”
Epilogue.
Spike’s lust-darkened eyes never left Angel’s as he was filled and claimed by the big vampire once again. Each time they made sweet love brought Spike one step closer to sanity, leaving the agonizing time he was feral to slip farther and farther away. Spike moaned and writhed shamelessly under Angel as his sweet spot was hit over and over again by the angle of Angel’s thrusts and it wouldn’t take long before he would spill again.
Angel threw Spike’s legs over his shoulders and gripped his well-muscled thighs for leverage as he thrust into Spike’s tight channel with abandon. He worshiped his beautiful childe every time he made love to him now, desperate to keep him from sliding back into the abyss that he had called home for so long.
Angel reached around and grasped Spike’s weeping cock, stroking it in time to his thrusts. Spike’s body bowed as he writhed in ecstacy and he cried out as his shaft throbbed and pulsed with the beginning of orgasm. “Come with me Beloved,” Angel panted as he, too, felt his balls draw up. Then, sire and childe came together once again, their cries of passion echoing off the walls and into the night.
~ fin ~
FROM THE ASHES
Angel was alone. He struggled to stand on the slippery cobblestones in the alley using the leverage of his broadsword. A broadsword that was dripping with blood, as was he, but at least the final battle was over. The big vampire scanned his surroundings looking puzzled as the torrential rain continued to beat down on him, chilling his already dead body more. It was eerily quiet except for the pounding rain and silent shuffles that only he could hear. The noises of others gathering up their dead and scuttling away.
It had all been so unreal, the grisly conflict that was fought in the looming shadow of Wolfram and Hart. All of Angel’s comrades in arms were slaughtered before his very eyes and he silently wished that he had been killed as well. He had seen them all. Wesley, Gunn and the blue goddess that was once Fred. All were gone. Except for Spike. He hadn’t seen his childe go down and he held on to that thin thread that he still existed.
It would take several long, agonizing weeks before Angel would finally stumble upon Spike, naked and abused in one of the myriad of tunnels that ran under the city. The sight of his only remaining childe, translucent skin stretched tightly over protruding bones, staring back at him with dead, black eyes was a sight that he would never forget. Now, Angel sat at attention on an uncomfortable straight-backed chair in the basement of the ruins of the Hyperion, watching the movement in the cage that had once held Angelus.
Spike had his eyes closed, humming softly to himself as he masturbated in a corner of his little prison. He hadn’t said a word since Angel had found him and nursed his wounds but he seemed to be perfectly happy sitting naked in the nest of shredded paper that he had built, languidly stroking himself. After a few minutes, the now brunette vampire would start to rock back and forth as his orgasm built and Angel knew that he would soon spill. It was something that Spike had been doing on a regular basis as Angel watched and the bigger vampire wondered if the show was just for him as he groaned and adjusted the growing bulge in his pants.
Spike’s hand moved faster and faster over his swollen flesh while a look of ecstacy washed over his face. He threw his head back and gritted his teeth, a sharp hiss indicating that his throbbing cock was pumping his cum out and over his belly and hand. Angel’s back bowed off his chair as he pushed his denim clad erection into his palm, trying not to cum in his pants, but it was too late. He groaned as he spilled, the evidence of his orgasm a spreading dark patch on the outside of his jeans. Spike watched from under hooded lashes, then smiled to himself as Angel got up and dashed to the stairs, leaving him alone once again.
With Wolfram and Hart’s facilities gone, it was hard for Angel to look at his beautiful, broken childe day after day and know there wasn’t a hell of a lot he could do for Spike besides feed him and give him clean newspaper to play in. Spike still didn’t speak but he would scream like a banshee and fight with both tooth and nail to escape his cage whenever the opportunity presented itself. Keeping the small vampire locked up for his own protection seemed like the only option open to Angel, who was becoming too exhausted to care for himself, let alone Spike.
And so it went, day after day, with Spike’s mentality not more than that of a mere child’s and no insight into why he had lost his mind. Angel was on the verge of a nervous breakdown himself, trying to care for Spike, when he made an almost deadly decision. Instead of handing Spike his daily mug of pig’s blood through the bars of his cage and watching him drink, Angel had decided that today he would unlock the door and go inside to meet Spike face to face.
Spike watched with interest as Angel turned the key and came in, closing the door behind him. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow to the fact that the big vampire had his mug of blood in one hand but no newspaper or broom and no collar to chain him up while the cage was cleaned in the other. He was intrigued but frightened.
“Hey there Spike,” Angel said softly as he watched Spike flatten himself against the bars of his cage and bury himself in his nest of newspaper. “I’m not going to hurt you, don’t you know that by now? Don’t you trust me, even a little bit?” Spike’s azure eyes peeked out from under the newsprint and blinked in confusion.
Angel advanced toward Spike with slow, measured steps then knelt down in front of the pile of shredded paper. He had stopped trying to dress Spike weeks ago, only to have him tear the clothes to ribbons and add it to his nest. “Thought we could try a little chat again,” Angel said softly as he held out the ceramic mug with Spike’s name on it. “Here, this is for you. Has your name on it, see?” Angel pointed to each letter. S-p-i-k-e, Spike! That’s you.”
The paper pile shifted slowly to reveal pale, white fingers that quickly grabbed the food in Angel’s hand and retreated back inside. As fast as it had been snatched, the cup was emptied. “More!” Spike demanded harshly as he stood up and threw the mug over Angel’s head, watching it break into little pieces against the cell’s bars.
Angel was stunned. He had given up all hope of ever hearing Spike speak again and to hear that one word was music to his ears. “More!” Spike demanded again but before Angel had a chance to react, the small vampire launched himself onto Angel’s chest and knocked him to the ground. "Moremoremoremore!” Spike chanted as he straddled Angel’s waist and beat his fists hard against the big vampire’s chest. “More!”
Angel grabbed Spike’s wrists and easily wrestled him off but not before Spike was able to rake his fingernails down the outside of Angel’s bare arms, leaving long, bloody stripes. “More?” Spike whimpered pitifully as he eyed the red liquid oozing from Angel’s wounds and licked his lips. “Oh gods, Spike,” Angel whispered softly as he pulled his childe into his lap and offered him his wrist. “How could I have been so stupid? Drink, childe. Take as much as you need.”
Epilogue.
Spike’s lust-darkened eyes never left Angel’s as he was filled and claimed by the big vampire once again. Each time they made sweet love brought Spike one step closer to sanity, leaving the agonizing time he was feral to slip farther and farther away. Spike moaned and writhed shamelessly under Angel as his sweet spot was hit over and over again by the angle of Angel’s thrusts and it wouldn’t take long before he would spill again.
Angel threw Spike’s legs over his shoulders and gripped his well-muscled thighs for leverage as he thrust into Spike’s tight channel with abandon. He worshiped his beautiful childe every time he made love to him now, desperate to keep him from sliding back into the abyss that he had called home for so long.
Angel reached around and grasped Spike’s weeping cock, stroking it in time to his thrusts. Spike’s body bowed as he writhed in ecstacy and he cried out as his shaft throbbed and pulsed with the beginning of orgasm. “Come with me Beloved,” Angel panted as he, too, felt his balls draw up. Then, sire and childe came together once again, their cries of passion echoing off the walls and into the night.
~ fin ~