What if?
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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2,597
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3
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What if?
Angel ran his hands down his child’s body, playing him like a fine instrument. His beautiful boy withered in pleasure, begging for more… which Angel eagerly gave.
He slowly pushed into his withering childe fighting to hold himself back to make everything last. Angel found that little nub deep inside Spike and screamed as the younger vampire contracted around him…
Angel woke with a start, mere seconds before completion. Slowly he rolled over and climbed out of bed, walking to his bathroom to shower…
Why was he dreaming of his childe? Angel hadn’t see the younger vampire since Sunnydale and as far as he knew, Spike hated his souled guts.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike was sitting in a demon bar not too farm far from Angel.. Caritas was the bar’s name and Spike was trying to drink himself into oblivion. It was at that moment that the owner of the bar, a green demon called Lorne came up to Spike.
“Care to sing?” he offered.
“Not a fan of karoke.” Spike mumbled, draining his glass.
“We’ve got a special gig here.” Lorne explained. “You sing, I tell you your destiny… what you need to do next.”
Spike raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Sure Mate.” Standing he went to the stage and selected a song..
As Spike sand images went through his head and flew into Lorne’s, showing him the blond vampire’s life.
Walking, waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping, and hating
Things that I can't bear
Did you think it's cool
To walk right up
To take my life
And fuck it up
Well did you?
Angelus had been his sire… his lover.. For most of his vampiric life Angelus had been there to love and protect him…
I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
Walking, Waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping and hating
Things that I can't bear
Did you think it's cool
To walk right up
To take my life
And fuck it up
Well did you?
And then the soul had come and Dru had forced Spike away from his sire… away form Angel. If Spike could have, he would have gone with Angel… given up human blood to be with his sire…
I hate you!
I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
And touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
I've slept so long without you
It's tearing me apart too
How'd it get this far
Playing games with this old heart
I've killed a million petty souls
But I couldn't kill you
And now… now the soul didn’t want Spike… didn’t love him, even though Spike still loved and needed Angel.
I've slept so long without you
I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
Spike finished the song and was about to sit down, when Lorne stopped him.
“Well… I wasn’t expecting that.” Lorne said, writing down directions on a napkin as he passed another small drink to Spike. “Go here… you can thank me later.”
Spike raised and eyebrow, but obeyed the green demon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Angel was sitting in his living room, listening to a CD of Irish Folk Songs… and remembering Spike.
Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I my loving vigil keeping
All through the night
He’d sung this song to Spike… in the “bad” days… it had been Spike… no, Will’s favorite song.
While the moon her watch is keeping
All through the night
While the weary world is sleeping
All through the night
O'er thy spirit gently stealing
Visions of delight revealing
Breathes a pure and holy feeling
All through the night
“Sire…” Angel turned to see Spike standing on the stairs, looking down at him. “I thought… I thought you hated me…”
“So…so did I.” Angel whispered, walking over to his childe.
Though I roam a minstrel lonely
All through the night
My true harp shall praise sing only
All through the night
Love's young dream, alas, is over
Yet my strains of love shall hover
Near the presence of my lover
All through the night
“Childe…” Angel whispered, looking at Spike. “I’ve missed you…”
Spike practically threw himself into Angel’s arms.
Hark, a solemn bell is ringing
Clear through the night
Thou, my love, art heavenward winging
Home through the night
Earthly dust from off thee shaken
Soul immortal shalt thou awaken
With thy last dim journey taken
Home through the night
The song ended and Angel looked down at his childe before kissing him deeply and brushing away his tears.
“Sire…” Spike whispered, bracing himself for rejection. “If you… if you had asked… I would have stayed with you… even after the soul.”
Angel froze and stared at his childe, seeing the truth in Spike’s eyes.
“you can stay.” Angel smiled. “If you want to…”
“I do.” Spike whispered.
Angel guided Spike thorough his home to the dimly lit bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind them Angel took Spike into his arms and kissed him deeply, grateful for the fact that neither man needed to breathe.
Spike lay back on the bed, watching as Angel stripped off his clothing and Spike shivered with lust. “It’s been so long…” he whispered.
Angel got down on the bed and kissed Spike again, removing his childe’s cloths so he could touch the cold skin underneath.
Spike moaned into the kiss and rubbed himself against Angel, his nails digging into Angel’s back.
Angel dipped a hand down to prepare his childe, all the while swallowing every sound that Spike made, their tongues fighting for domience.
Spike went still as Angel found Spike’s center of pleasure and Angel grinned… after preparing Spike a little more Angel thrust home and Spike roared in pleasure as Angel hissed at his childe’s tightness.
“Sire…” Spike whimpered, trying to get his sire to move.
Angel gently licked his childe’s neck and began to slowly thrust in and out . Spike whimpered as Angel held him down and then he leaned up, likcing at Angel’s neck.
“Mine.” Angel whispered, before biting down on Spike’s neck, while Spike did the same to Angel. Their movements became fast and hard as each vampire drank the other’s blood.
With a scream Spike found completion and fell back as the same happened to Angel. They lay still, curled around each other and slowly fell asleep in each other’s arms.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike woke in the same position and purred in contentment. His sire had taken him back, claimed him and Spike was content… Angel woke and smiled down at his childe, pulling Spike closer to him. “Will…” Angel smiled, looking over at his childe.
“Gonna make me breakfast?” Spike joked as he stretched and pulled on the cloths that Angel had gotten out of his closet.
“Pancakes sound good?” Angel smiled at Spike. “You can put blood on them, and I’ve got chocolate chips.”
Spike’s eyes got all big and he practically jumped out of bed, following Angel to the kitchen, wanting pancakes with blood and chocolate chips!
“So…” Spike mumbled around a mouthful of pancake. “How is this gonna work?”
“You can fight with me… if you want….” Angel smiled at Spike.
“Guess I’ll join in… drink bagged blood and all..” Spike shrugged and licked his plate clean. “But I’m still the big bad!”
“Yes…” Angel smiled. “your still the big bad.”
The End
He slowly pushed into his withering childe fighting to hold himself back to make everything last. Angel found that little nub deep inside Spike and screamed as the younger vampire contracted around him…
Angel woke with a start, mere seconds before completion. Slowly he rolled over and climbed out of bed, walking to his bathroom to shower…
Why was he dreaming of his childe? Angel hadn’t see the younger vampire since Sunnydale and as far as he knew, Spike hated his souled guts.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike was sitting in a demon bar not too farm far from Angel.. Caritas was the bar’s name and Spike was trying to drink himself into oblivion. It was at that moment that the owner of the bar, a green demon called Lorne came up to Spike.
“Care to sing?” he offered.
“Not a fan of karoke.” Spike mumbled, draining his glass.
“We’ve got a special gig here.” Lorne explained. “You sing, I tell you your destiny… what you need to do next.”
Spike raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “Sure Mate.” Standing he went to the stage and selected a song..
As Spike sand images went through his head and flew into Lorne’s, showing him the blond vampire’s life.
Walking, waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping, and hating
Things that I can't bear
Did you think it's cool
To walk right up
To take my life
And fuck it up
Well did you?
Angelus had been his sire… his lover.. For most of his vampiric life Angelus had been there to love and protect him…
I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
Walking, Waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping and hating
Things that I can't bear
Did you think it's cool
To walk right up
To take my life
And fuck it up
Well did you?
And then the soul had come and Dru had forced Spike away from his sire… away form Angel. If Spike could have, he would have gone with Angel… given up human blood to be with his sire…
I hate you!
I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
And touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
I've slept so long without you
It's tearing me apart too
How'd it get this far
Playing games with this old heart
I've killed a million petty souls
But I couldn't kill you
And now… now the soul didn’t want Spike… didn’t love him, even though Spike still loved and needed Angel.
I've slept so long without you
I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
Spike finished the song and was about to sit down, when Lorne stopped him.
“Well… I wasn’t expecting that.” Lorne said, writing down directions on a napkin as he passed another small drink to Spike. “Go here… you can thank me later.”
Spike raised and eyebrow, but obeyed the green demon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Angel was sitting in his living room, listening to a CD of Irish Folk Songs… and remembering Spike.
Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I my loving vigil keeping
All through the night
He’d sung this song to Spike… in the “bad” days… it had been Spike… no, Will’s favorite song.
While the moon her watch is keeping
All through the night
While the weary world is sleeping
All through the night
O'er thy spirit gently stealing
Visions of delight revealing
Breathes a pure and holy feeling
All through the night
“Sire…” Angel turned to see Spike standing on the stairs, looking down at him. “I thought… I thought you hated me…”
“So…so did I.” Angel whispered, walking over to his childe.
Though I roam a minstrel lonely
All through the night
My true harp shall praise sing only
All through the night
Love's young dream, alas, is over
Yet my strains of love shall hover
Near the presence of my lover
All through the night
“Childe…” Angel whispered, looking at Spike. “I’ve missed you…”
Spike practically threw himself into Angel’s arms.
Hark, a solemn bell is ringing
Clear through the night
Thou, my love, art heavenward winging
Home through the night
Earthly dust from off thee shaken
Soul immortal shalt thou awaken
With thy last dim journey taken
Home through the night
The song ended and Angel looked down at his childe before kissing him deeply and brushing away his tears.
“Sire…” Spike whispered, bracing himself for rejection. “If you… if you had asked… I would have stayed with you… even after the soul.”
Angel froze and stared at his childe, seeing the truth in Spike’s eyes.
“you can stay.” Angel smiled. “If you want to…”
“I do.” Spike whispered.
Angel guided Spike thorough his home to the dimly lit bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind them Angel took Spike into his arms and kissed him deeply, grateful for the fact that neither man needed to breathe.
Spike lay back on the bed, watching as Angel stripped off his clothing and Spike shivered with lust. “It’s been so long…” he whispered.
Angel got down on the bed and kissed Spike again, removing his childe’s cloths so he could touch the cold skin underneath.
Spike moaned into the kiss and rubbed himself against Angel, his nails digging into Angel’s back.
Angel dipped a hand down to prepare his childe, all the while swallowing every sound that Spike made, their tongues fighting for domience.
Spike went still as Angel found Spike’s center of pleasure and Angel grinned… after preparing Spike a little more Angel thrust home and Spike roared in pleasure as Angel hissed at his childe’s tightness.
“Sire…” Spike whimpered, trying to get his sire to move.
Angel gently licked his childe’s neck and began to slowly thrust in and out . Spike whimpered as Angel held him down and then he leaned up, likcing at Angel’s neck.
“Mine.” Angel whispered, before biting down on Spike’s neck, while Spike did the same to Angel. Their movements became fast and hard as each vampire drank the other’s blood.
With a scream Spike found completion and fell back as the same happened to Angel. They lay still, curled around each other and slowly fell asleep in each other’s arms.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike woke in the same position and purred in contentment. His sire had taken him back, claimed him and Spike was content… Angel woke and smiled down at his childe, pulling Spike closer to him. “Will…” Angel smiled, looking over at his childe.
“Gonna make me breakfast?” Spike joked as he stretched and pulled on the cloths that Angel had gotten out of his closet.
“Pancakes sound good?” Angel smiled at Spike. “You can put blood on them, and I’ve got chocolate chips.”
Spike’s eyes got all big and he practically jumped out of bed, following Angel to the kitchen, wanting pancakes with blood and chocolate chips!
“So…” Spike mumbled around a mouthful of pancake. “How is this gonna work?”
“You can fight with me… if you want….” Angel smiled at Spike.
“Guess I’ll join in… drink bagged blood and all..” Spike shrugged and licked his plate clean. “But I’m still the big bad!”
“Yes…” Angel smiled. “your still the big bad.”
The End