TITLE: Family
AUTHOR: Jess
(aka SpikedAngel, ethi)
PAIRING:
Angel/Spike
CHAPTER:
Family is Protecting, 5/?
RATING: R...
eventually, this chapter is PG
SUMMARY: Angel
comes back from hell, Spike helps him recover.
DISCLAIMER: I
don't own any of these characters, they belong to Joss but let me play with my
boys.
WEBSITE:
A/N: I decided
to update all my fics as a birthday pressie to myself, for those of you who are
reading the Secrets series that update may come a little later cos I lost what
I had done so far compliments of my stupid computer. I don’t really care
whether or not my layout of the Crawford St mansion is right, actually I’m
fairly certain its not but I’m kinda over it. I also think it may be a tad on
the corny side but ah well.
Family is Sacrifice
Angel looked
back up at Spike and saw the sincerity written across his face and vowed to
himself that he would prove himself, no matter how long it took, hell he had an
eternity.
They just
looked at each other for a few moments in complete silence, both trying to work
out where they would go from here.
“Sooo...”
Angel started.
“Yeh,” Spike
said averting his eyes, trying not to look him in the face.
“Spike,
there’s something I need to tell you,” Angel started.
“You’re not
pregnant are you?” Spike asked jokingly.
“What? No!”
Angel said a little startled at Spike’s attempt to break the ice that had
created a barrier between them. “I was just going to say that I will show you.
No matter how long it takes, I will.”
“I’ll be
waiting,” Spike said lighting a cigarette and turning to leave.
“Wait, where
are you going?”
“I’ll be
around,” Spike said.
“Stay with
me?” Angel asked.
Spike just
looked at him as though asking if he’d just missed their previous conversation.
“Uh, Angel...”
Spike said thinking that maybe Angel didn’t get it.
“That’s not
what I meant,” Angel said sensing Spike’s misinterpretation. “I just meant as
somewhere to stay, there are plenty of rooms at the mansion.”
“Yeah, ok,”
Spike said figuring that at least this way he’d have somewhere to stay. “But
Angel?”
“Yeh Spike.”
“I’m not going
to drink animal blood.”
“We’ll both
bag it then,” Angel said.
He didn’t
particularly like animal blood either and he’d done it mostly for Buffy’s sake,
he remembered her telling him about how it was so gross of him to drink human
blood and about how she thought that he must think of her as a meal.
She had never
been able to accept what he was, always acting as though he wasn’t a vampire,
instead just a super-strong human who had an allergy to light and a phobia of
pointed wooden objects. He didn’t want to think about her anymore, she was out
of his life and he wasn’t going to let her continue to try and control him.
They headed
back to the
The next few
days they slowly became more comfortable around each other, adjusting to the
sexual tension that was between them and pretending like it didn’t exist.
Spike enjoyed
the time he and Angel spent talking, reminiscing about the trouble they used to
cause together. He was surprised that Angel’s soul would let him talk about it
but he noticed that Angel never talked about any of the particularly horrific
things they’d done.
One afternoon
Spike got out of bed and got dressed, wandering down to the lounge room to see
Angel already sitting there on the couch, reading a book. He noticed the way
Angel looked so hot while he was concentrating so intently on the book. He
would have stopped there on the stairs and kept watching but he knew Angel
would have sensed his presence already.
“Morning,” he
greeted Angel.
“Afternoon
Spike,” Angel said looking up from his book and smiling.
“But it’s our
morning,” Spike said, pausing to wonder if morning actually referred to when
the sun rose or the actual time. “You eaten yet?” he asked, walking over to the
fridge to warm up some blood.
“Nah I was
gonna wait for you.” Angel said, closing the book and placing it down on the
coffee table.
“Uh, mate, I think
we’re out of blood,” Spike said poking his head up over the refrigerator door.
“Really? I
usually keep an eye on that,” Angel said, “ah well, wanna head out and get
some?” He asked, standing up and grabbing his coat.
“Sure,” Spike
said, “we might have to go through the sewers though, I think it’s a little too
bright out still.”
“Yeh,” Angel
said agreeing.
They walked
through the sewers, remembering the last time they’d been there. Angel sniffed
the air and held out his arm, motioning for Spike to stop.
A large blue
demon came into view and Angel racked his brain trying to recognise its species
and work out if it was violent or not. He noted the spikes protruding from its
arms. Shit. Definitely the dangerous type, particularly since those spikes were
wooden.
“You fight
your own kind,” the demon said acknowledging him.
“Well looking
at you can you really blame him?” Spike taunted.
“You will
pay.”
“Same old,
same old.” Angel replied and pushed Spike out of the way as he launched himself
at the demon. He managed to knock the demon to the ground, but the demon
quickly recovered, noticing the way Angel had protected Spike.
“This one is
different,” the demon noted gesturing at Spike, “you protect him.”
Angel replied
giving the demon a kick. The demon moved out of the way so Angel’s kick barely
scraped his side. Spike responded by throwing a punch at the demon just as
Angel kicked him again. Spike was now standing between the demon and Angel. The
demon went to tackle Spike, letting the short, wooden spear in his arm jut out,
preparing to stake him.
“Noooo!” Angel
yelled and jumped in front of it, letting the demon skewer him.
Spike saw what
the demon had done to his sire and responded with a renewed vigour, ripping the
demons head off.
Spike crouched
down to where Angel had fallen to the ground, thankful that there wasn’t a pile
of dust which meant that Angel was still alive... or undead.
He lifted
Angel’s head up onto his lap, “Angel, are you ok?” He asked, concerned.
“I’m fine, he
missed.” Angel said, leaning his head into Spike’s lap.
“You’re bloody
insane, you know that! You could have been dusted!” Spike admonished.
“He would have
staked you,” Angel said.
Spike looked
into his eyes and realised exactly why Angel had done it: to save him. Although
he had seen it with his own eyes, somehow Angel saying it made it more real. He
found it interesting that Angel saying something would make it more real than
actually seeing it, but it didn’t exactly surprise him.
“You saved
me,” Spike said shocked that Angel would risk his own life to save him. “He
nearly killed you.”
“You’re worth
it,” Angel said, his eyes involuntary shutting from the pain. Even though the
demon had missed it still hurt a fuck of a lot.
Spike leaned
his head down and brushed his lips against Angel’s, giving him a soft kiss.
Angel opened his mouth, taking Spike’s lips in his and forgetting momentarily
about the gaping hole in his chest. Spike’s tongue snaked into Angel’s mouth
and he entwined it around Angel’s. Angel let out a soft moan into the kiss and
Spike pulled back.
“Did I hurt
you?” he asked worriedly.
“Different
kind of moan,” Angel said.
Spike grinned,
“maybe we should get home and fix you up, we can get the blood later.”
“Yeh ok,”
Angel said grumbling that their kiss had been interrupted.
Spike stood up
and helped Angel up, wrapping an arm around him to give him support.
Angel looked
at him trying to work out if Spike had regretted what had just happened and
Spike looked at him, their eyes meeting. Spike saw the doubt that was written across
them and planted a kiss on his mouth.
“Don’t worry
so much, Peaches, once you’re all nice and fixed up we’ll pick up where we left
off.”
A/N: I was
going to end this chapter right after Angel jumped in front of the wooden spike
thingy but I decided not to be that cruel. Hope it doesn’t seem too corny.