Through Eternity

Angel couldn’t quite remember when he had stopped hating Spike and started loving the blond vampire again. It was only in the past few weeks that Sire and Childe had rekindled the love they once shared, the same love they had for each other after William was turned and before he took on the persona of Spike. As their relationship grew stronger with every passing day, it was no surprise to anyone when Angel asked Spike to move into his penthouse at Wolfram and Hart and the invitation was accepted.

Tonight, Angel planned a romantic dinner after which he would make love to Spike, hoping to reclaim him as his childe and soul mate for all eternity. The big vampire nervously checked and rechecked the rooms and went over his mental list of things to do as he waited for Spike to arrive. Everything had to be just so, from the table setting to the glowing candles around the room, to the soft music playing on the expensive sound system. Finally satisfied, he poured himself a glass of his best Irish whiskey and sat down.

Spike grumbled under his breath as he got into the lift to Angel’s penthouse. Even though he was openly living with him, the big pouf had begged Spike to act like he was on a date tonight and had sent a car around to pick him up. The flowers were another thing that had irritated the blond and he made a mental note to remind Angel that he wasn’t particularly fond of flora. Luckily, there was enough booze in the limo to placate him and he conveniently ‘forgot’ the bouquet when he got out.

The noise of the lift starting up, announcing Spike’s arrival, startled Angel from his thoughts. He quickly put his drink away and gave the place one last look before heading toward the bronze doors to welcome his beloved. A hazy cloud of blue smoke heralded Spike’s appearance when the doors opened and Angel’s undead heart filled with joy.

After one last drag on his cigarette, Spike blew the smoke out of the side of his mouth before he tossed it to the floor and crushed the remains with his boot. When the lift stopped and the doors opened, Spike smiled and cocked his head at the sight of Angel, then raised an eyebrow and waited for the dark vampire to invite him in.

Angel felt all of his blood rush to his groin when he saw Spike standing there dressed in supple black leather that accented his hot, tight, wiry body beautifully, leaving nothing to the imagination. Gone for the night was Spike’s beloved duster. In its place was a short, black leather vest adorned with silver studs that showed off his muscled arms and bare chest with the hint of a nipple ring peeking out. Angel’s mouth went completely dry at the sight and he licked his lips as his eyes traveled down to the skin-tight pants with laced up sides that Spike had been poured into.

“Like wot ya see, luv,” Spike purred seductively.

“Oh yeah,” Angel growled appreciatively and gave the blond a wicked leer. Dinner be damned, he had to have Spike… right now. Angel stepped into the lift and took hold of Spike, effectively pinning him against the cold metal wall with his bigger body. His fingers dug into soft, blond curls as he pulled the small vampire’s head up to look at him, then peppered his face with hard possessive kisses.

“Need you now,” Angel breathed heavily between kisses and ground his growing erection into Spike’s hip. “Can’t wait…”

Spike struggled against Angel’s bulk for breath he didn’t need, but that didn’t stop him from returning the big vampire’s hard, possessive kisses while both tongues dueled for dominance. Eager hands fumbled with clothes, the desperate need for the feel of bare flesh fueling the fires of passion that had already begun to spin out of control.

“Oohh f-fuck,” Spike whimpered as Angel trailed little nips and kisses against his throat.

Smiling at Spike’s reaction, Angel ran blunt teeth over his jugular, making him moan out loud with pleasure. But when the big vampire slid down his chest and caught the nipple ring between his teeth, tugging on it lightly, Spike howled like a banshee.

“A-Angel! Fuck… fuck… slow down, luv… gonna pop…”

Ignoring Spike’s pleas, Angel shoved him into a corner and grasped the laces at the top of the blond’s leather pants. With one swift tug, Angel ripped out the crotch, effectively releasing Spike’s turgid flesh.

Spike got the wind knocked out of him and he slumped helpless against the cold metal wall, unable to brace himself against Angel’s onslaught. He was surprised by the big vampire’s aggressiveness, but was also very turned on.

Angel quickly fell to his knees in front of Spike and swallowed him down, earnestly sucking and stroking his leaking shaft like a man possessed. Spike’s eyes widened as he watched his sire minister to him, needy little oh’s and ah’s falling from his mouth involuntarily, fingers scrabbling against the slippery walls of the lift looking for support.

“Angel, gods… Angel,” Spike pleaded weakly. “Not so fast… can’t hang on…”

Angel paid no attention to Spike and instead, increased his effort to bring the blond off. He needed to taste his childe desperately, to be inside him, to have all of him, body and soul. Releasing his own aching and leaking cock from its confines with one hand, Angel stroked himself erratically, the need to cum with Spike overwhelming.

‘Come, my beauty,’ Angel silently urged Spike over their blood link. ‘Come for me…’

Spike obeyed like the good childe that he always was. His eyes rolled and his knees buckled as he cried out, spilling his release into Angel’s willing mouth. Angel quickly followed with a soft moan of his own around Spike’s cock, spurting jets of cum onto the floor and on Spike’s highly polished boots.

Gasping for air, both temporarily satisfied vampires crumpled into a heap of arms and legs on the floor, smiling awkwardly at each other.

“Wasn’t expectin’ dessert first,” Spike wheezed as he looked at his ruined pants and then at Angel.

“That was just the appetizer,” Angel breathed heavily. “Sorry about the pants.”

“Are not,” Spike said with a feigned look of hurt on his face. “Can’t wear ‘em with me kit hangin’ out now, can I?”

“You look good with your ‘kit’ hanging out,” Angel smiled and reached over to touch Spike’s semi-hard cock.

Spike batted Angel’s hand away and struggled to get up. “Oi! Can we at least take it to the bedroom, luv? Don’t fancy another go here in the lift.”

Angel pulled himself up and then offered his hand to Spike, the romantic dinner he had planned all but forgotten as he helped the blond to his feet.

“Sorry about that, Spike. It… um… didn’t go the way I thought…”

Spike looked at Angel lovingly, shushing at him as he drew his head down for a soft kiss. “Sshhh…make love to me Angel."

If Angel’s heart could beat, it would be hammering against his chest with joy as he tenderly picked up Spike and carried him to their bedroom, gently laying him down on the sheets. Spike immediately wriggled out of the rest of his clothes while Angel made quick work of his own then crawled onto the bed and took Spike into his arms.

“I love you, William,” Angel said softly as he showered Spike with fervent, passionate kisses. “And I want…need… you to be with me forever…”

At first, Spike wouldn’t allow himself to believe what he was hearing from Angel. They had been estranged from each other for almost a century and whenever they did cross paths, it had never ended well. Now that they had rekindled their relationship and things seemed to be going well, Spike was afraid that somehow, he would screw everything up and would find himself storming off into the night, lost and alone once more. Gathering up all of the courage he had, Spike took Angel’s hand in his and looked warily into the vampire’s dark, soulful eyes.

“Not yankin’ me chain again are ya, Angel? Gonna fuck me good and proper then toss me out on me ear when ya get tired of me?”

Angel brought Spike’s hand to his lips for a light kiss and looked into the beautiful azure eyes that always made his cock ache.

“I mean it, William… Spike. There’s something on the night stand for you that I hope will prove I mean every word I say tonight.”

Spike slowly turned his head and looked at the night stand. Past the tube of lube that lay within reach and in between the softly glowing candles was a small red velvet box with a tiny golden bow on top. Spike looked at the small package, then back to Angel, confusion clouding his face.

“Go on, open it.” Angel nudged Spike. “It’s yours.”

The blond vampire reached out with a shaking hand and took the tiny box. Could it be? Was Angel serious about wanting to stay with him forever? Spike slowly opened the lid and an audible gasp escaped from his mouth. Inside was an elaborate gold ring with two hands clasping a heart, surmounted by a crown.

“It’s a Claddagh ring, Spike. Just like mine,” Angel said softly as he took it from the box and kissed it. Taking Spike’s hand in his, he placed it on the blond’s left ring finger. “It’s a token of my affection… of my… love… for you… for *you*, Childe.”

Unwanted tears started to well up in Spike’s eyes and he didn’t know if they were because Angel had given him the ring or because he had finally called him ‘Childe’ again after so many years. Spike looked at Angel with genuine love in his eyes, only able to nod his head in gratitude.

Angel tucked his fingers under Spike’s chin, lifting his head to kiss him hesitantly on the lips. He wanted… needed… to reclaim his childe, body and soul, but he would bide his time if Spike wasn’t ready. Reluctantly, he broke away from the kiss and looked into Spike’s moist eyes. Spike looked back at Angel and smiled weakly, almost shyly, then crawled into his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck.

“Claim me, Angel?” Spike asked softly. “Make me yours again…”

Angel closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief while his demon rejoiced, anxious to reconnect with Spike’s once more. This time it was Angel’s turn to be speechless, only able to nod his head as he fumbled for the lube.

Already half-hard from their anticipation of what was to come, it didn’t take much for the two vampires to be aching with need. Spike seized the lube from Angel and hurriedly slicked up the big vampire’s cock. Then, bracing his arms on Angel’s broad shoulders, Spike impaled himself with a groan of pain mixed with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Spike,” Angel moaned when Spike was fully seated in his lap. “You feel so good… so fuckin’ tight…”

Spike lowered his eyes and smiled self-consciously, amazed that Angel had let him take control so easily. Letting his guard down, Spike began to move slowly on Angel’s cock and moaned, reveling in the feel and closeness he was sharing with his sire again. Taking Angel’s face in his hands, Spike just stared into the dark pools of his eyes with wonderment, afraid that this was just a fucked up dream that would find him alone when he finally woke up.

Angel fought the urge to slam into Spike hard and fast, putting the blond’s feelings before his own. As much as he wanted to reclaim his childe, he didn’t want to force Spike into something he wasn’t ready for. Following Spike’s lead, he moved slowly, encouraging his boy with soft words, gentle kisses and tender touches on his skin.

Soft moans came from Spike’s mouth as he angled himself so that his prostate would be bumped each time he slid down on Angel, but all too soon, he needed more. As his movements became more erratic, Spike reached between himself and Angel to grasp his leaking and throbbing cock, but Angel gently pushed his hand away and proceeded to tenderly stroke him himself. Panting heavily, Spike cried out.

“Oohh fuck, Angel! Sire… please. Make me yours again.”

Angel’s breathing matched Spike’s ragged pants as he, too, began to spiral out of control.

“Be my childe, Spike. Be my companion, my lover, my partner,” Angel intoned solemnly as he dropped his fangs and scraped them over Spike’s throat. “Through eternity, you will own my heart and my soul.”

“Yes!” Spike cried out when he felt the big vampire’s fangs ready to strike. “Fuck yes, Angel… yours… through eternity.”

Angel struck swiftly, fangs hitting Spike’s jugular efficiently with a minimum of pain and mostly pleasure. The blond vampire moaned in ecstasy as his eyes rolled and his head fell back, baring his throat more for his sire, his cool seed coating their bellies as he convulsed to climax.

Angel moaned softly as he tasted his childe’s blood for the first time in almost a century, his body stiffening as he filled Spike’s bowels with his own release. But, there was little time left to do the binding before Spike fell into thrall and Angel was anxious to do it right this time. With shaking hands, he gently guided Spike to his throat and urged him to bite.

“Drink, my little one. Be my childe… forever.”

In the years and centuries to come, the only memory that Spike would ever have of his second claiming would be that of Angel’s strong, loving arms around him, pressing him to his throat and urging him to drink before everything went dark. It would be a memory that Spike would carry with him until the end of his days.

Angel didn’t sleep at all that night. Instead, he gently rocked Spike… his beloved childe… in his arms and watched the slow rise and fall of his chest while he slept. As dawn approached through the necromanced windows, Angel was filled with a peace that he had never known before and he was... happy. He tenderly kissed the top of Spike’s blond curls as the small vampire snuggled against him without fear and his demon purred in contentment.

Angel looked around at the candles that had burned themselves out and thought about the dinner with champagne that he had planned laying wasted in the oven. For just an instant, memories from his past as Angelus filled his thoughts, of dinners wasted and champagne never opened as he and William made love in front of a fire, but he quickly pushed them away.

Today was a fresh start, a new beginning, with Spike by his side through eternity.


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