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When they had first arrived Angel had glanced around the crypt, noting the blanket drapped sarcophogus. "Please don't tell me you actually sleep in that thing?" he'd asked.
"Naw, I just hide there when the commando types come round. I sleep on top of it," Spike had replied.
"I'll happily take the couch," Angel had said. "What happened to your TV?"
"Commando bastered smashed it. I don't mind much, the Slayer's mum tapes "Passions" for me. I go over and watch it while the Slayer patrols. Her mum likes the company to fuss over then, keeps her mind off why she's never out of range of the phone. She gets better reception than I do anyway and she makes me hot chocolate with the little marshmellows," Spike said, attempting to find a suitible justification for his actions.
Then he and Angel had fallen into a nervous silence, which they had only escaped through sleep, Spike on his coffin, Angel on the couch.
Now it was several hours past dawn and Spike was awake. He sat crosslegged on the floor watching Angel sleep. This wasn't exactly how he'd pictured spending the day with his sire.
"Less fun than a primary school sleep-over," Spike muttered. Still he'd been every bet as awkward as the souled vampire when they'd both been awake. Now, however, Spike was bored, and boredom reminded him that the direct route frequently got results.
Spike studied his sire, in sleep Angel's features relaxed into a mask of untroubled innocence, his long limbs sprawled carelessly across the couch. "Not much room to curl up beside him," Spike noted, then shrugged. "There were always alternatives," he thought drapping himself over Angel's still form.
"Still asleep," Spike remarked, remembering from a time long past that Angelus was an incredibly deep sleeper for a vampire, at least when he felt secure. That Angel felt secure here and now was an oddly pleasing realization. "But alert and aroused would be more fun," Spike said to himself.
Spike set about achieving his desire by running his fangs delicately over the sensitive skin under Angel's jaw, being careful not to break the skin. Biting without permission was more likely to lead to a fight than a tryst, and Spike wasn't sure how Angel would react even without provacation.
Spike's actions were distinictly sensual, but even so there was still an elment of threat to them. The preceived danger brought Angel to full alertness in seconds.
When he felt Angel tense Spike drew back, crossing his arms over Angel's chest and resting his chin on them. Smiling and welcomingly and blinking golden eyes innocently Spike waited for an invitation to continue or to be tossed summarily across the room.
Angel's intense brown eyes met Spike's inhuman golden ones, in them Spike could see desire, but also confusion, fear and uncertainty. Even an odd touch of loathing, Spike couldn't tell which of them it was directed at, but he had a supision of what had caused it.
Spike closed his eyes and concentrated for a second, when he refocused on Angel's gaze his eyes were a clear bright blue and his smile was markedly less toothy. "Please?" Spike asked.
Wordlessly Angel leaned forward to gently kiss the younger vampire, Spike responded enthusiastically. Gradually Spike worked his way down to Angel's throat, biting carefully with dull, human teeth. Angel tilted his head back and to the side, granting Spike better access, and in a flash Spike's features reverted to demonic.
Bliss suffused Spike's being as his fans penetrated flesh for the first time in months. He found Angel's jugular with practiced ease, long past the need for a pulse to guide him. Happily Spike pulled back to watch ruby red blood flow across marble pale skin from the wounds he had inflicted. A shallow pool of blood formed in the hollow at the base of Angel's throat, Spike lapped at it contentedly like a large cat, a deep purr emenating from his body.
Suddenly Angel arced up pressing his throat into Spike's mouth. Spike felt a flicker of annoyance at the loss of his amusement, which died in renewed pleasure as his fangs sank deeply into Angel's flesh. A thin trickle of blood flowed into Spike's mouth, he swallowed without removing his fangs. Then Angel jerked his head roughly to the side, turing Spike's neat tap of his veins into an uncontrolled gusher of blood. Spike easily adapted from quiet enjoyment to frantic pleasure as he greedily sought to keep every drop of offered blood.
Long minutes passed before the flow of blood slowed and then stopped. Angel lay bonelessly still under Spike, the heavy blood loss leaving him on the brink of unconisciousness.
Normally Spike would have been more than content with such an exchange. In the past Angelus had always been more interested in taking than giving, especially in matters pertaining to blood, but today Spike felt like playing.
Spike knealt, straddling his sire and quickly unbuttoned the far too numerous fasenings on Agnel's black silk shirt, pushing the soft material back from the older vampire's chest and shoulders. Spike traced the muscles in Angel's chest with almost impreceptible touches, eliciting a prolonged shiver from his queisent partren.
Angel's dark eyes finally focused on the blond as he shed his tee-shirt with a quick, casual movement.
Spike reveled in the feel of bare skin on bare skin as he pressed himself back against Angel, taking the dark haired vampire's mouth in a deep probing kiss. The blond stroked his tongue against Angel's still human incisior but was disappointed when his actions failed to bring out the vampire.
Feeling Spike beginning to retreat Angel clasped the slightre vampire to him in a fierce hug, returing the kiss with a fevor, cutting his lips on Spike's fangs as his tongue sought entrance to the blond's mouth.
"No," Spike said, forcing their bodies apart. "You're gonna pass out if you loose anymore blood, where's the fun in that?"
"It doesn't feel right to do this in my true aspect," Angel explained. "It would have been too much of a temptation to bite. The blood stuff would have disgusted Buffy, and I was never certain I could stop before I'd hurt her if I let things go that far. It took too much effort to not change to feel comfortable doing it now."
Spike made a disgrundled noise then cut his tongue on his own fangs before resuming their earlier kiss. He twisted his slender fingers in Angel's short silkly hair, holding the souled vampire still until he began to swallow the blood Spike was forcing into his mouth.
In his mind, Spike railed at a certain blond Slayer who managed to interfere in all of his plans, even this one. "At least Angel seemed content to allow him to indulge in blood play," Spike thought. The blond wanted a chance to forget chips and commandos and souls and Slayers and simply be a vampire again for awhile.
Angel's hands roamed gently across Spike's well-muscled shoulder before settling at the small of his back, pressing them more closely together. Sliding under the waist band of Spike's jeans.
Spike didn't want to play human, not even with Angel. He wanted violent, wild, out of control sex, but Angel's pretense of humanity hadn't flickered, not even with Spike's blood in his mouth. It was an impossible, unheard of display of control. Most vampires showed fangs at the first touch of they're mouths to flesh. Angel shouldn't have been able to stay so firmly in control, so human, but he had, all thanks to the Slayer bitch.
Spike groaned all thought of Slayers vanishing from his mind as Angel's hand found it's way between their bodies and began working at the clasp on the blond's jeans. Spike leveredd his weight up, off Angel, giving the dark haired vampire easier access to him.
Angel used the opportunity to roll Spike under him, narrowly missing spilling them both on the floor. Angel used his superior weight to keep Spike pinned as he stripped him of his jeans and took Spike's aroused cock into his mouth. Spike yelped and struggled to arc up, further into the cool moistness of Angel's mouth. The golden eyed blond quickly realized he wasn't going to be moving until Angel decided to let him. Which didn't look to be any time soon. Angel was patiently licking and scraping at the blond's member, with light maddening touchs, rapidly driving Spike beyond all reason.
Helplessly the blond whimpered and squirmed as tension built to an unbearible level in his body. He wanted, need to move, to feel more substantial contact, but he couldn't do anything but plead with his voice and eyes. When Angel finally closed him firmly in his mouht and began sucking, Spike came explosively. Afterward Spike found him self shaking uncontrollably with exhaustion from finding release.
Angel slip up next to him, repossitioning Spike so they could curl comfortably together on the couch.
"Sleep," Angel commanded, wrapping him arms around the blond, softly kissing the joining of his neck and shoulder.
"But... my turn," Spike protested sleepily.
"Later," Angel promised. "I just want to hold you for awhile."
"Okay, I suppose," Spike mumbled burrowing into Angel's embrace. "Later."
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