An Unlikely Gift

This is my very first attempt at writing fanfic, apologies if it’s bloody awful. I’m british and have done my best to use Americanism’s where applicable but I’m sure I’ve probably slipped up somewhere along the line.

I’d appreciate any feedback, just to let me know if it’s any good or utter drivel.

Anyway I’ll stop waffling now…

Angel grimaced at the sound of voices approaching his office, it had been a late night last night after fighting the Belanzar demon that had decided that LA’s homeless population would make a good food source. His right shoulder still hurt and he was pretty sure that his favourite shirt was ruined, he’d sent Harmony to the dry cleaners with it but he was already resigned to the fact that the blue fluids he’d been splattered with as he’d finally taken its head off had damaged it beyond repair. The heat pack that someone had left on his desk this morning had been nice though, he wasn’t sure who had done it, he suspected it was likely Fred, only she and Harmony knew that he’d been out last night being the only 2 people that had been left in the building when he got back, Harmony was just too dense to think about doing something considerate for someone else without seeing a possible advantage in it for her. Making a mental note to thank her later he sighed as the voices drew closer and he realised that one of the crowd was Spike.

Spike, returned and newly re-corporealised, just another problem to deal with. Angel had been shocked when Spike returned, even more so when he realised that Spike, ensouled was a lot more like Will, the vampire that he had been when he had first been turned. Before Angelus had been cursed and left their little family leaving them to fend for themselves and Will to take on responsibilities he should never have been burdened with as a still young fledgling. Anyone who knew anything about vampires knew that Childer were different to minions, they would develop into faster, stronger, smarter vampires with love, guidance and discipline from a good Sire. What many people didn’t know however was that it took them much longer to get out of the fledgling phase, there was a reason they were called Childer, they were like children for years after their turning, vulnerable and needing guidance. They couldn’t just shake the grave dust out of their clothes and start draining.

He remembered teaching Will how to hunt, despite his better judgement he’d allowed Dru to turn the poet, he had kept a close eye however from the alley. Already rather taken with the boy he’d had no desire to allow Dru to lose control and drain the boy without completing the necessary exchange of blood to guarantee his rising, Dru may have been Will’s sire but it was Angelus who took on the role of Sire, Angelus who taught him everything. He remembered the years that had followed Will’s turning, Angelus showing patience and understanding that had shocked Dru and Darla and teaching the boy how to hunt, how to make a kill last for hours, everything that Angelus thrived on he taught the boy. He had also taught him to know and love the pleasure that Angelus could bring him, Will had been a virgin when turned and so would forever after be as tight as he was when he died. Angel remembered the feeling of sinking into Will after he had driven him to the edge of insanity with teasing touches and caresses from his hands and mouth. He remembered how Will would scream for Angelus to take him, and the whimpering, mewling noises that he would make when Angelus did.

Angel shifted uncomfortably as he realised his pants were tight across his groin, he was hard enough to cut through rock. He rolled his chair further to his desk to hide any obvious signs of his arousal as the door started to open, realising when Spike shot him a somewhat amused glance that Spike would be able to smell his arousal even if no-one else knew what he was feeling. As Spike lifted that scarred eyebrow in question Angel felt a surge of lust and saw Spike’s eyes widen as he smelt it. Angel stiffened for a moment expecting some sarcastic remark designed to humiliate him in front of the others and so was stunned when Spike gave him a coquettish look that took Angel right back to a time long ago when all Will had to do was look at him and Angelus would pounce on him.

Angel sighed trying to focus on what Wesley and Gunn were telling him. “Wes man, he’s a long standing client. If we start killing members of his family then we’re gonna lose any bargaining position we’ve built up so far”. Angel was again disturbed by how easily Gunn had adapted to life at Wolfram and Hart, it seemed that the former vampire hunter and gang member had accepted to the murky grey they seemed to be surrounded by on a daily basis rather than the black and white ‘demon bad, kill demon’ mentality they had been used to. Wes sighed, his ‘I don’t really have time to explain this again but I’m going to try as you didn’t seem to grasp the concept the first dozen times’ face coming to the fore. “Gunn, this particular client is evil, remember that thing that we’re supposed to be fighting?”

Angel saw Gunn bristle at the sarcastic tone and decided to intervene before things got too heated. “Guys? Who are we talking about and what have they done?” Wes turned to Angel thankfully “Flavox, he’s a Dashnik demon. He sacrifices virgins every full moon in order to retain his power base”. Angel looked at Gunn waiting for the inevitable retort that Gunn would make explaining why Angel shouldn’t agree that Flavox should be killed “We’re in discussions with him at the moment to put a stop to the sacrifices, the guy brings in millions of dollars for us. We can’t just start killing every one of our clients whose evil, we wouldn’t have any left. I know that it’s hard for us to turn the other way sometimes but…” he trailed off seemingly unwilling to put into words the suggestion that for the right people, or the right amount of money they should do just that.

Angel looked at the faces surrounding him, faces lined with worry. The move to Wolfram and Hart had not been easy on anyone and they were all finding that the advantages that they had first thought would help them had more often than not tied them up. Fred, always so busy in the lab, Wes, surrounded by books that contained all the information he could ever need to know but too busy to use it, Gunn, pumped full of law both human and demon and finding that more often than not it was best used to make evil happen not stop it, Lorne, always giving the impression that he couldn’t be happier but Angel couldn’t remember the last time he had seen him smile like he had when he’d been at Caritas reading peoples aura’s and helping make dreams come true and lives better. And lastly Spike, he knew Spike wasn’t going to like what he was about to say, neither would Wes for that matter.

“OK, Gunn you’ve got 48 hours. Meet with them and tell them in no uncertain terms that the sacrifice stops, if I hear of one more death then I unleash hell on them, literally. Understood?” He saw Gunn’s relieved nod as he quickly left the room pulling out his cell phone as he walked, presumably to get onto Flavox’s people. He saw Wes’s jaw tighten “Angel,” Angel cut him off before he could get started “I know Wes, I know what you’re going to say and honestly? I agree with you. But Gunn’s right too, if we started to take out everyone who was evil and linked with this firm there’d be nothing left. We fight the battles we can win OK?” He saw Wes nod, still evidently unhappy but satisfied that his point had been made and that Angel to some extent shared his frustrations. Angel saw Fred move closer and clasp Wes’s hand. “C’mon Wesley, let’s go get a coffee and I can tell you about my latest project” the petite Texan drawled as they moved to follow Gunn and Lorne out of the office.

Angel was suddenly struck by just how much Fred did to bind them together. Little gestures like the heat pack he’d found this morning and the fact that she would now be able to talk Wes out of his bad mood, “Oh Fred, I almost forgot to say thank you.” Turning back to face him she looked confused “Hm, what for?” Now it was Angel’s turn to look confused “the heatpack you left on my desk this morning, you know? After the fight with the Belanzar demon last night? I was all covered in blue goo and I saw you and Harmony, and you have no idea what I’m talking about do you?..” he trailed off “No sorry, although now that you mention it..” Angel tuned her voice out as he focused on Spike who was looking decidedly uncomfortable fidgeting the way that he always had done as a Childe when he had done something he didn’t want Angelus to find out about. He started when he realised that Fred had stopped speaking and was waiting for an answer “Sorry Fred, lost in my thoughts for a minute there.” “I said perhaps it was Harmony?”

“Yeah, maybe” Angel murmured seeing Spike become increasingly more fidgety. Angel realised that there was one other person he’d seen last night, as he’d entered the building Spike had been standing outside smoking, Angel had grunted in response to Spike’s quiet query as to whether he was ok and ignored the blonde as he’d stomped past. Realisation dawned on him that it must have been Spike who had left the pack there, Spike had done something nice, something caring for him. He absently said goodbye to Fred and Wes who were leaving and saw Spike stand and try to sidle out in their wake “Spike, wait a minute, please?” He’d asked, Wes and Fred had turned around at the pleading tone in Angel’s voice but Angels focus was fixed on the blonde who had stilled in the middle of the room, head bowed. He looked for all intents and purposes like a man about to walk to the gallows. “Spike? You want us to wait outside for you?” Fred enquired gently, Wes nodding and clearly hesitant about leaving Spike alone “Nah, you guys go on ahead. Maybe catch up with you later pet.” The strain was evident in Spike’s voice and Angel couldn’t help but feel hurt by Fred and Wes’s reluctance to leave the two of them alone and Spike’s obvious discomfort at being asked to. OK so he hadn’t exactly gone out of his way to make Spike feel welcome since his return but he wasn’t likely to hurt him or anything, well it wasn’t like he’d dusted Spike the few times they had gotten into it.

The door closed softly behind Wes and Fred and he waited until he could hear their footsteps moving away before he spoke, “Spike? I just wanted to say thank you, for the heat pack this morning. It made all the difference and it was, well really nice of you to think of it” he stammered out, acutely aware that this civility towards Spike was miles away from the usual attitude he adopted around the blonde. Spike looked at him and Angel was amazed at the range and depth of emotions he could see swirling in those azure eyes, pleasure and happiness shone Angel assumed at having the gesture recognised and appreciated, frustration was evident, if Angel were a gambling man he would have said the frustration was caused by the happiness Spike had felt at receiving praise from his long absent Sire. What floored Angel literally however was the love that he could see burning hot and strong in the unwavering gaze.

“Jesus Angel! You OK pet?” Spike was at his side the minute his knees at buckled. Angel grasped Spikes forearms like they were the only thing keeping his on this plane of existence. His mind was reeling, Angelus was screaming for release, he wanted to be reunited with his favourite Childe. Angelus didn’t even seem to care that Spike had a soul, he just craved the blood and body of someone, in truth perhaps the only being the demon had ever loved. Angel realised that for the first time he could remember, he and Angelus were in complete agreement, they wanted Spike. Angel shook his had to clear it “What’s wrong Sire, do you need me to get somebody? One of those shaman types you’ve got in medical?” Angel interrupted Spike’s panicked babbling by grabbing his hand which had been flapping around and grasping it firmly in his own. “I’m fine Spike” he murmured, “Like bloody hell you are! I’ve just seen your fat arse fall to the floor ya bloody pillock and all that tortured soul, must be a martyr crap don’t wash with me luv, something’s wrong with you and I wanna know what!” Angel noticed with some affront that Spike had just called him fat, or at least his ass but he couldn’t care less, what had him elated was the fact that throughout his rant Spike had not let go of his, in fact he had gripped it hard, his thumb was rubbing soothing little circles across the back of Angel’s hand even now, Spike’s other arm had managed to sneak around Angel’s waist seemingly to offer support.

Angel snuggled in a little closer so that he and Spike were almost embracing on the floor. He felt Spike lean into the embrace then stiffen and try to pull away, not wanting this to happen he gripped tighter and murmured in the delicate shell of Spikes ear “Shush now Spike, just want to stay still a little longer”. He smelt the spike of arousal, quickly dampened by the fear and anger that emanated from the blonde in his arms, “Yeah well can’t always get what ya want can ya Peaches?” Spike sneered twisting and attempting to wriggle lose, Angel growled and placed a firm hand on Spikes chest pulling him back and rearranging his legs so that Spike sat with his back to Angels chest, between Angels outstretched legs. Angel dropped his mouth to press chaste kisses along the side of Spikes neck, grinning when the blonde’s struggles ceased, Spike moaned and tilted his head to the side to give Angel better access. He moved agonisingly slowly up the smooth marble white skin on Spikes neck, pausing to nibble on the claim mark Angelus had left almost a century ago.

He felt the shudder that ran through the blonde’s body and took it as acquiescence, sliding the hand that was currently pressing Spike against him down and under Spike’s shirt, caressing cool skin until he reached nipples already firmed and standing proudly. He circled and teased continuing all the while to kiss and lick every bit of exposed neck he could reach until Spike was gasping for unneeded breath and making breathy moaning noises. Those noises went straight to Angel’s cock and he was harder than he could remember being since the last time he’d been with Spike. He remembered that his boy liked to blur the lines between pleasure and pain and allowing his fangs to drop he grazed gently, just a whisper of promise against Spikes neck at the same time he pulled harshly against the already tortured nipple he’d been playing with.

Spike mewled and pressed himself against Angel, grinding hard against Angels throbbing cock, Angel’s other hand which had still been wrapped tight around Spikes waist slipped round to caress Spike through his jeans. Spike bucked up into the touch, gasping as though he needed the oxygen “Angel, Sire, please, please oh god please” Spike chanted, writhing against Angels groin and into the feather light touches Angel was still providing. Angel chuckled and whispered in Spikes ear “you still beg so prettily Will, I’m going to make you scream for me to fuck you before I do. For now, just relax and let me take care of you” to his surprise his words made Spike stiffen uncomfortably “Fuck you Angel, don’t need you to take care of me, I know you don’t care about me, not like I do you. S’all right though, you’re in it for a shag and I’m happy to oblige, just don’t go making promises you’ve no intention of keeping yeah?” Angel was stunned, he had no idea that Spike thought he felt nothing for him. He knew things had been strained between them, after he was cursed with the soul he couldn’t stand to be around his family anymore, Darla had looked at him as though he were disgusting, Dru was walking proof of the atrocities he had committed as Angelus and Will, seeing him had Angelus railing and screaming at Angel from inside.

Angel felt Angelus’ agony when he saw his boy and couldn’t touch him, hold him, tell him how much he loved him, at the time Angel had no idea if the curse would hold or not and didn’t want to do anything to risk allowing Angelus free reign again so he had worked to distance himself from Will by treating him so badly that the blonde wouldn’t want anything to do with him. Maybe his plan had worked a little too well; Angel wouldn’t blame Spike if he never wanted to see him again. He realised that Spike had once again relaxed against Angel, not pressing things but not struggling to leave Angels embrace either, maybe there was a way to salvage this… Gripping Spike’s jaw in a gentle but firm grip he tugged the blonde’s “Yes I do care for you Wil-Spike, I always have. I’ve always loved you and god knows how much I’ve wanted you. I don’t know how else to say it to make you believe me” Spike’s gaze never wavered from Angel, Angel didn’t know what he saw there but he hoped that the sincerity of what he was saying and the love he felt was shown. Spike seemed to have made a decision, his eyes brightened like dawn breaking across the horizon and he offered Angel a shy smile “I believe you Angel, you don’t need to say anything else. But if you wanted, you could show me how you feel?” Angel was elated, his boy was giving him, this, them a chance and he was determined to show Spike just how much he meant to him.

Angel shifted them so that Spike was straddling his lap and they were face to face, he trailed kisses from Spike’s collarbone to his ear and whispered, “I’m going to kiss you Spike, like I’ve wanted to ever since you came back to me.” He felt Spike shudder and heard a low moan, slowly he cupped Spikes face and kissed him sweetly. Angel wanted to take things slowly, to really show Spike he meant what he said, but Spike opened his mouth and slipped his tongue into Angels mouth, Angel groaned as the taste of whiskey, cigarettes and something that always reminded Angel of the smell and taste of ozone after a storm or the scent you caught when the moon was full and looked so close to the earth that you thought you could touch it, something that was wholly and uniquely Spike exploded across his tongue. One hand slipped into Spike’s hair, gripping and tilting Spike’s head back to improve Angel’s angle and allow him greater access, the other trailed down the front of Spike’s chest which was Angel mourned covered by his t-shirt. Angel allowed Spike to take control of the kiss for as long as he could but soon he was desperate for more and if the way Spike was grinding against his aching hard on was any indicator then so was Spike.

He pulled his mouth from Spike’s ignoring the whimper from the blonde and gasped in a lungful of unnecessary air. He gripped the hem of Spike’s t-shirt and tugged, understanding immediately what Angel wanted Spike lifted his arms and allowed Angel to remove the close fitting garment. Angel immediately fastened on one of Spike’s dusty pink nipples, laving it with his tongue until Spike was whimpering and writhing. As much as Angel enjoyed the delicious sounds Spike made the wriggling going on in his lap had driven him to the brink and Angel wanted the first time he came tonight to be when he was buried deep inside his boy. He gripped Spike under his ass and unfolded himself from the floor, as he rose to standing still gripping Spike firmly the blondes leg’s wrapped themselves around his waist, Angel felt Spike’s hardness push against his stomach and he gently pulled Spike in closer providing Spike with friction. He heard the hiss of air as Spike sucked in a breath between clenched teeth, “God Angel, I’m already so fucking close” Spike panted, allowing his head to drop on Angels shoulder and licking the side of Angel’s neck almost lazily.

“I know, that’s why were moving” Angel said with a calm voice that belied his desperation to get them into his bedroom and Spike naked. He strode to the elevator, still clutching Spike close to him and his hands never ceased their wandering along Spike’s body. “Can put me down y’know Angel, m’not gonna go anywhere” Spike chuckled as he pressed kisses and nibbled along the line of Angels carotid artery “I’m not worried about you going anywhere Spike, just want you near me, on me, over me and under me” Angel smirked at the whimper that produced, Spike’s minds eye no doubt creating some pleasurable mental imagery with that. “Well? What the hell are ya waiting for? Come on, to the bat-vamp cave” Spike urged Angel to move by wriggling slightly, positioning his ass directly over Angel’s cock. Angel needing no encouragement entered the waiting elevator and hit the button for the penthouse with his elbow, he kissed Spike whilst they rode upstairs. Setting a lazy thrusting rhythm with his tongue and greedily swallowing the moans Spike kept uttering. He was so absorbed he didn’t notice that they had reached the apartment until Spike pulled away and whispered against his lips “We’re here Angel, we gonna go inside?”

He answered by entering, moving swiftly to the seating area and leaning over, depositing Spike on the couch. He knelt in front of Spike and started to unbuckle his belt, his progress was hindered somewhat by Spike’s attempts to divest him of his clothes, in the end he gave up and ripped his shirt off saving Spike the trouble of unbuttoning it. He glanced at Spike to see him fixated on the chest he had just revealed a look of hunger and anticipation on his perfectly sculpted face. Angel felt heat burning low in his belly it had been months, years even since someone had looked at him that way, as though he were deserving, as though he should be cherished. He reached forward again and this time without Spike’s interference got the belt undone and he proceeded to unbutton his jeans, noting as he did so that Spike still didn’t wear underwear. He’d hated wearing it in the early 19th century and it seemed nothing had changed, he grinned as he slid the jeans down Spikes long legs.

He realised that at some point Spike had managed to kick off his boots as they weren’t on his feet, “when we were in the lift pet” Spike said, his voice lower than usual with arousal but still a thread of amusement there, presumably at Angels confusion over the missing shoes, dismissing the boots as irrelevant Angel focused on the glorious scenery in front of him. Pale alabaster skin was stretched tight over defined muscles on a lithe form. Spike’s hair was thoroughly mussed from Angel’s ministrations breaking free of the hair gel that usually bound it and curling loosely, framing his face. Eyes the brightest of blue burned with desire, high sculpted cheekbones and kiss swollen lips completed the picture. Angel didn’t think he had ever seen anything as beautiful as Spike right now, to think Darla had christened him Angelus, the demon with the face of an angel, if any demon could look angelic it was Spike.

“You brooding pet?” Spike enquired looking at Angel with his head titled to the side as though trying to figure out what Angel was thinking, “not likely” Angel retorted “I was just thinking about how beautiful you look right now, you’re like a master artist’s painting Spike, a Rembrandt or a Monet, I could sit and look at you for hours”. Now it was Spike’s turn to look confused, “Poof” he mumbled looking anywhere but at Angel. “I mean it Spike, you are incredible, I can’t wait to hear you begging me to touch you, hear those moans and whimpers you make” Angel smirked, seeing Spike’s cock twitch as he talked. He could smell the lust pouring off the blonde but underneath it all was still a slight metallic tinge of fear, Angel sighed internally. It seemed Spike was still worried that he was going to call a halt to all of this.

Deciding that on this occasion actions would suffice better than words he started to lick a path from Spike’s knee to his hip, taking a moment to nibble gently on the softest patch of skin he had ever encountered on anyone dead or alive situated in the hollow of Spike’s hipbone. He heard Spike gasping for unneeded breath as he passed lightly over the straining cock in front of him and repeated his actions on Spike’s other leg, by the time he had finished he heard Spike’s whimper “Sire, Angel, please” he looked up and along the perfect line of Spike’s body taking a minute again to drink in the glorious sight, muscles straining, back slightly arched as his feet and lower legs were pushed into the mattress along with his shoulders, hips lifting slightly in desperate search of some much needed friction or contact. “please what Spike?” he murmured, his fingers walking a path across Spikes lower belly “anything, I don’t care, just, just touch me please” Spike let out with an almost sob.

Taking pity Angel nodded and without any further comment swallowed Spike to the root, grinning at Spike’s howl of pleasure and perhaps a slight twinge of pain at having been denied so long then overwhelmed with sensation. He immediately applied suction and set a nice rhythm, using all the tricks he remembered drove Spike wild. After a few minutes Angel was forced to hold Spike down, one arm flat across Spike’s belly to stop Spike from bucking them both off the bed. He had thoroughly enjoyed making Spike beg, then the moans he had wrung from the blonde, however for the last minute he had bought him right to the edge and kept him there and now Spike was almost sobbing, delirious with lust and pleading for release “please, please, please Angel” he chanted over and over. Angel knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer and gave in tracing the thick vein running the underside of Spike’s cock then adding a swirl at the top before quickly swallowing Spike back down and starting a low hum whilst repeatedly swallowing.

The tightness and vibrations drove Spike over the edge within seconds and he screamed whilst Angel swallowed every last drop of his release. When Spike had finished Angel gently released the softening organ, licking it clean before pressing a gentle kiss to Spike’s hipbone. Angel pulled himself up and gathered the dazed blonde into his arms he kissed him and let him taste himself in Angel’s mouth. He felt the groan as Spike tasted his own release and smiled as he felt Spike start to harden immediately. Faster than Angel would have credited him able to after such a spectacular release Spike flipped them over so that Angel was flat on his back and Spike was straddling him. “Hmmm, I’m clearly doing something wrong if you can still move after that” Angel purred his hands running restlessly along Spike’s flanks. “Nope, I’m just that good” Spike drawled with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Ya know you’ve entirely too many clothes on for my liking Angel” Spike said in a musing tone “Let’s get them off eh?” Spike swung himself over so that he was kneeling at Angel’s side, quickly divesting him of shoes and socks before unfastening and removing his pants.

When Angel was finally naked Spike took his time appreciating the view, Angel heard him mutter “Bloody barmy if you ask me, say that I’m beautiful, bloody look at you ya pillock. Couldn’t make you better if I tried” Angel felt a flood of warmth at the OK not conventional but still appreciated compliments. All thoughts of trying thank Spike or reassert reciprocate flew out of his mind the minute that Spike started to suck and nibble along his collar bone. Reduced to groaning he felt Spike’s smirk as he licked his way down Angel’s sternum, down his belly until he reached his belly button. Angel froze, he had no idea if Spike would remember, Oh God he did remember, Spike was flicking his tongue into Angel’s navel repeatedly, the thrusting motion bringing the most obscene analogies to mind.

Spike clearly remembered that this was always a weakness for Angelus, just 5 minutes of this would have Angelus, one of the Scourge of Europe, famed for his cruelty and evil whimpering like a newborn kitten. Angel recalled how Will would do this until Angelus snapped and lost all control, grabbing the younger vampire and driving him almost insane with lust before capitulating and sinking into that embracing tightness. Angel growled low and deep, grabbing Spike’s arms and hauling him up so that Angel could kiss him. He felt the grin on Spike’s face and determined to wipe it off Angel allowed his fangs to drop just enough and sliced his tongue, slipping his tongue into Spike’s mouth and allowing him to taste that most potent of elixirs, Sire blood. Sure enough it had the desired effect, Spike growled and immediately changed, bringing his demon to the fore and repeating Angels actions. Angel reeled as he tasted Spike’s blood, the pure undiluted love and lust that sang through the blood was overwhelming. They each pulled back, trying to regain control.

Spike was the first to let his human features slip back, “Angel, do you wanna… I mean – that is, if you want to I’d really like to” he stammered until he stopped seemingly unable to finish the sentence, Angel cocked his head to the side in unconscious parody of Spike’s usual thinking pose, “Huh?” “Christ on a bike Peaches, there’s no point being subtle like with you is there? I want you Angel, I want you to take me, fuck me, make love to me however the hell you wanna put it. What was it you said? Over me, in me and under me?” Angel felt himself get impossibly harder with Spike’s demand, grasping Spike’s head and tugging him down for another heated kiss he growled “Whatever you say my boy” flipping them over once again so that Spike as on his back with Angel pressed over him. Angel reached across into the nightstand and withdrew a bottle of slick, god only knew how long it had sat unopened, as he knelt back Spike made to turn over and Angel felt a pang of pain through his long-dead heart, he stopped him, gently clasping his hand, “I want, no that’s not true, I need to see you Spike” Spike nodded and looked grateful, as though he had been thinking the same thing but been too shy to ask.

He settled back, pushing a couple of pillows around to make himself comfy. He brought his knees up and allowed them to fall to the sides, presenting himself wantonly for Angel’s perusal. Angel popped open the cap on the slick and dribbled a line from the bottom of Spike’s sac, watching the glistening trail as it slid down Spike’s cleft. “Shit, s’cold” Spike muttered but his grin and the little wiggle he made took the sting out his snark. As the trail reached Spike’s puckered opening Angel darted forward, using his finger to spread the liquid around liberally and coating his finger thoroughly. He began to tease, lightly circling the opening and every so often applying the slightest of pressures, Spike was once again reduced to a pleading, quivering mass underneath him, alternating between cursing him and telling him to “get a fucking move on” and begging “more, please, Angel, love you” trying to get Angel to enter him, on the next sweep Angel pushed past the tight ring of muscle and inside Spike, searching for Spike’s prostate.

He knew he’d found it when Spike screamed and bucked up almost clean off the bed. “God Angel, enough with this, fuck me please” Spike begged, pushing back and trying to fuck himself on the invading digit. Angel was almost at the verge of coming just from watching Spike thrust on his finger and couldn’t agree more that the time for teasing was over. Pulling his finger out of Spike and ignoring the whimper that his actions produced he grabbed the bottle of slick and coated his fingers again, pushing hurriedly back into Spike he stretched him, taking care to hit his sweet spot enough to dull any pain but not enough to push Spike into his second orgasm until he had 3 fingers inside and Spike was ready. Withdrawing his fingers once again he hurriedly coated his aching cock with the remaining slick and lined himself up against Spike, he looked down and saw that Spike was almost mindless with lust, eyes screwed shut as he waited for Angel to bury himself, he bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to Spike’s mouth and said “Childe.”

Spike’s eyes flew open at the use of the term, something he hadn’t heard for almost a century. When Angel saw that he had Spike’s full and undivided attention he made his request, “Childe, I love you. Let me claim you” he saw the tears rise and Spike furiously blink them away before he jerkily nodded his head and said “Sire, yours, always” with those words Angel thrust forward and pressed until he was fully sheathed in Spike’s clinging passage. Time seemed to stand still as both of them gasped at the sensation, Angel fighting for control on two fronts. The tightness was exquisite, pleasure so intense it felt like the very best form of agony rolled over him and he fought to stave off his immediate release, luckily he was assisted in this by the not so welcome presence of Angelus. Angelus was beating down the barriers Angel had constructed which kept the demon caged the majority of the time.

Although Angelus often welcomed the distance between the soul and him, hating to see Angel weakened as he called it by his attachment to humans, food, prey. However Angelus was fighting for release now, Will was his not Angel’s and the idea of Angel claiming his boy had filled him with an all encompassing fury. Angel pleaded internally with Angelus, reminding him that the last time Angelus had seen the boy he had been mad with the forced captivity of the soul and had tormented the blonde as he was incapacitated. He was amazed when Angelus reluctantly acknowledged this fact and seemed to withdraw, however Angel was now desperately worried that continuing this would result in that moment of perfect happiness that would see his soul leave him, possibly for good. He was understandably amazed when Angelus spoke to him in a voice seemingly untainted by the insanity that had plagued the demon since the soul ‘I won’t, I will not hurt my boy, my Will. Love him Angel, love him as I did’ for the first time since being cursed with a soul Angel spoke with gratitude to the demon he had suppressed for so long ‘I will, I promise I will take care of him and love him until the end of eternity’ with this oath sworn Angel pulled back and rocked back into the Spike’s clinging passage, “God yes,Angel, like that, please” Spike moaned trying to thrust upwards and encourage Angel to move. Needing no encouragement Angel set a steady pace making sure that he hit Spike’s sweet spot every time, when he had Spike writhing underneath him, mindless with lust and the overwhelming need to find release he shifted, planting his knees underneath him and hooking Spike’s legs over his arms to tilt the blondes hips even more he started to pound into Spike, stabbing his prostrate with every stroke, trying to bring them both to the edge.

Spike moans became whimpers and he was soon making that kitten like mewling that Angel remembered signalled his orgasm, leaning over Spike he allowed his demon face to come to the fore and sank his fangs into Spike’s strained neck directly over the claim mark Angelus had left so many years ago. He heard Spike’s scream and felt the cool splash of Spike’s seed on his stomach, everything else dimmed around him as Spike’s blood, the blood of his childe exploded across his tongue and wiped everything from his mind, he screamed himself as he found release. Then once more as he felt the restraints binding Angelus snap and the demon was freed, Angelus for his part had done some thinking, he had suspected that with Angel’s release all control would be lost and an opportunity present itself for him to reassert dominance over the soul, the soul wouldn’t be gone, simply suppressed like he had been for so long.

However he found himself reluctant to do so, whilst he sometimes mocked Angel for his attachment to his human pets he couldn’t help but admire the bravery of them and he’d been truthful when he told Angel that he would do nothing to hurt his boy, on the other hand he was not willing to stay repressed, to have Will so close but never feel him in his arms. As he saw it he had only one choice, hoping that Angel would realise that this act was his declaration of love to the vampire in his arms he wrapped himself around the glowing soul, burning bright white with love and allowed himself to be absorbed.

Angel came round to the sound of familiar voices in hushed conversation “Spike, I know you’re worried, frankly we all are but you need to rest” Wes had adopted a calming voice filled with affection that Angel had only previously heard directed towards Fred. “M’not going anywhere” came the slightly petulant reply from Spike “Spike, honey. I can stay with him, if anything changes I’ll wake you right up. Or” Fred changed tack in response to the low growl Spike emitted “I’m sure we could get a bed bought in here for you, or even just sleep on the chair but you need to sleep, and shower, and eat”. “Told you already haven’t I? S’my fault that he’s here like this and I’m not moving until he does” Angel was distraught at the anguish in Spike’s voice, he remembered with perfect clarity the events that had led to him presumably becoming unconscious, he had no idea how long he’d been out for but guessed that it had been a while if people were worried about Spike eating and sleeping, vampires could if necessary go for a while without either, Wes knew that.

He fought against the haziness that was encouraging him to fall back asleep and tried to open his eyes, he needed to tell Spike that everything was OK, better than OK really. He knew what Angelus had done, he had allowed himself to be embraced by the soul and was for all intents and purposes gone. Angel suspected that there would still be elements of Angelus to his personality, perhaps he might find himself a little more eager for the violence, hopefully he would find it easier to relax and enjoy life now that he was not always worried about a relapse so to speak. He also knew that Angelus had done what he did for one reason only, well one person really, he needed to tell Spike, he owed the demon that much at least. He had drowned out the conversation going on around him whilst he fought to stir to full consciousness, he was brought back sharply by the sound of Spike’s voice breaking “S’just, I don’t think, I mean if he doesn’t wake up, I can’t… I just got him back ya know pet and to lose him again… I think it would finish me off, for good like” at the thought of Spike allowing himself to die just because he couldn’t open his eyes and tell him how much he loved him Angel found the necessary strength and opened his eyes.

He heard Fred’s gasp and saw her clutch at Spike’s arm, Spike was turned away from the bed, slim shoulders shaking with the force of suppressed sobs, at Fred’s gasp he had stiffened and when she clutched at him he whirled to face Angel. Angel winced at the sight of his Childe, he was paler than he’d thought possible, his hair was completely devoid of hair gel and was curling with abandon, evidence of the amount of times Spike had run his hands through it in frustration. He was Angel realised wearing the same jeans that he’d had on before they’d made love his chest and feet were bare, his shirt presumably still on the floor in Angel’s office and his beloved Doc’s wherever he’d slung them when he’d taken them off in the lift, Angel couldn’t hold back his moan as he caught their combined scents and that of their lovemaking on Spike at the same time as he caught sight of the claim marks he’d left, high and proud on Spike’s neck, however the rest of the room took it as a moan of pain.

They rushed forward as one all demanding to know what was wrong, where it hurt, could they get him anything? Holding up his hands to ward off the well meaning crowd he chuckled, “Nothing’s wrong guys, just, well just remembered something” he said shooting a heat-filled glance at Spike who realised suddenly what he meant and offered a coy smile, Angel grinned back smelling Spike’s increased arousal at the memories. To his surprise Wes caught on pretty quickly too, “Ah, yes well. So long as you’re feeling OK. What, what exactly happened Angel?” Angel proceeded to tell them about Angelus and him merging, for Fred and Wes’ sake he skipped over the graphic details of what had brought the merge about, although from the increased pheromones from both of them he knew that they were definitely imagining the situation in some detail. He caught Spike’s amused look and grinned himself, unable to hold in the happiness he felt. He had his boy back, he didn’t have to worry about losing his soul every again.

He found out he’d been unconscious for just over 8 hours, Wes admitted that the only reason he and Fred had been so desperate to get Spike to go to sleep was because he had been terrifying the Wolfram and Hart medical team every time one of them entered the room. He realised when Fred lightly jumped down of the edge of his bed where she’d been perched that her and Wes were leaving. “Yes, well. Provided you’re OK we’d probably best be leaving. Get some sleep and see you tomorrow yes?” Wes and Fred gathered up their belongings and left the room, Angels gaze however was fixed on Spike who had for some reason gone very quiet. Patting the bed Angel gestured for Spike to come and lie next to him, he sighed when Spike came over and perched on the bed, entirely too far away for Angel’s liking and leant forward, grasping the blonde and tugging him back and arranging them so that they were lying on their sides, facing each other. “What’s wrong Spike? I’m honestly fine, I think that the merge probably took it out of me for a while but I’m feeling better than I have done in decades right now.” Suddenly a terrible thought came to him “Spike, do you… do you not want me now that Angelus has merged with me? It’s still me Spike, I’m still me. I mean, I know things might change a little bit, I think I’m likely to be a little less broody now but then I think that’s because of you. But… god dam it Spike, say something, please?” Angel waited for Spike’s response, understanding what the blonde had said earlier about not being able to go on if Angel left him, he knew that if Spike rejected him now he would greet the next sunrise.

He was a little hurt to hear Spike laughter before he realised that it was tinged with a note of hysteria and desperation “Angel, I don’t think that you’ve thought this through luv, you’re free. Your souls all secure like now” he paused presumably waiting for Angel to understand whatever it was he was driving at, Angel however was as confused as he had been all along “Buffy ya pillock, can go after her now can’t ya? Have your perfect happiness and all that rot” Spike twisted as he spoke trying to wriggle off the bed. Angel grabbed his wrist though and stopped him from moving before giving into the laughter “Just figured it out? Yeah well, no need to thank me, I’ll be out of your hair in no time” Spike sneered, but Angel could see the hurt and pain in his eyes, glistening with unshed tears, the anger was Spike’s defence, had been for so long. Sobering quickly Angel tugged Spike back towards him “No Spike, well actually yes I did just figure it out, but that’s because it never even entered my mind. I loved Buffy, I suppose in some way I’ll always feel something for her, she was the reason I fought for so long but it’s different now.

I fight because I need to, because I have to believe that for every evil thing out there there’s something good worth saving. As for perfect happiness, how the hell do you think Angelus got free in order to merge with me you idiot? I experienced a moment of perfect happiness, being with you. You’re the only one who can make me feel like this Spike, and Angelus, well the reason he did all this, merged with the soul was because he loved you, and couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you. I swore to him that I loved you, would always love you, would always take care of you and because he knew I meant it he gave you to me.” Spike stilled then sniffing twisted so that he could face Angel “Do you mean that” he whispered so quietly that even with vampiric hearing Angel only just caught what he said. Ducking his head down to kiss the blonde he whispered against soft pink lips “with all my heart and all my soul”. Gathering the emotionally exhausted blonde into his arms he laid them down to sleep together in the same bed, as conceivably they would until the end of time.

FIN