TITLE: Family

AUTHOR: Jess (aka SpikedAngel)

PAIRING: Angel/Spike

CHAPTER: Family is Forever, 6/?

RATING: R... eventually

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: www.geocities.com/jess_lair

 

Spike felt Angel ease his weight onto him a bit and relaxed, letting the feel of his Sire against him overcome his senses. It was a feeling that he had longed for ever since Angelus had gotten a soul and left him. He loved the way their bodies seemed to fit together with such familiarity, such ease that could only be gained after many years of companionship. He felt Angel stiffen momentarily from underneath the arm that was supporting Angel’s injured body and looked across at him.

 

Angel could hear something else with them in the tunnels, he turned and saw Spike’s questioning glance and motioned for him to stop. His ears twitched with hearing that was almost canine-accurate. His head turned sharply back in the opposite direction to where they were heading and his nose caught a familiar scent.

 

“So this is it then,” Buffy’s voice filtered out into the hollow sewer tunnel, “this is what you left me for?” She questioned, waving a hand in Spike’s direction.

 

Angel was really not in the mood to listen to Buffy bitch on about whatever her life’s latest drama was. He considered responding but then decided against it, she wasn’t worth it. He knew that she would think that she’s won. Let her. He was over 240 years old and had been on earth far too long to care about who had the last word. He was past caring about who she thought had won actually he didn’t care much for anything she thought. In the end all that mattered was that he was reunited with his childe, that they had been separated but were together again.

 

“Angel, you and I are soul mates, whatever you had with Spike can’t compare,” she yelled out at him.

 

Angel fought the urge to tell her that soul mates wasn’t what he and Buffy had. Soul mates meant far more, it was life, experience, memories, companionship and so much more, it was blood; it was him and Spike.

 

Spike looked across at Angel, worrying about why Angel hadn’t said anything to her. He hadn’t even bothered to defend him. He claimed to want things between them to change and all of that but he wouldn’t even defend him against his precious slayer. Well fuck that. Spike was tired of this, Angel kept screwing him around and he wasn’t about to put up with it. He let go of Angel and went to leave but he saw that Angel was laughing. Angel was laughing and it was in the direction of the slayer. He blinked. Angel was laughing at Buffy.

 

Angel couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his mouth. The sight of Buffy there thinking that she was better than Spike was just altogether hilarious. He smiled at Spike and Spike wrapped his arm back underneath Angel’s armpits and together they turned around, neither saying anything and neither needing to and slowly walked off in the other opposite direction, the distance slowly drowning out the noise of Buffy yelling out behind them.

 

They arrived at the Crawford St mansion not long later and Spike helped Angel in and onto the bed in the master bedroom. He went to retrieve some bandages to patch up Angel with but Angel reached out a hand and grabbed his arm.

 

“I’m fine,” Angel assured him, “see for yourself.”

 

Spike did exactly that and lifted up Angel’s shirt to see that Angel had been telling the truth, the gaping wound from before had nearly closed up completely and in a few days there would barely be a mark left.

 

“Perks of being a vampire,” Angel commented.

 

Spike wasn’t used to seeing Angel like this, usually he was brooding and despising the vampire side of himself but now he seemed to be accepting that it was part of him and who he was. This revelation made Spike want him even more.

 

“So luv, if we were to shag you would be fine?” he asked in his usual eloquent manner.

 

“Yes,” Angel replied looking up at him, “we can do whatever you like.” He finished, emphasising the part that it would be whatever Spike liked, what they did or didn’t do was completely up to him; he wasn’t Angelus and wouldn’t force him.

 

Spike gave him a wicked grin and pushed him back onto the bed, devouring his mouth with hungry kisses. He quickly unbuttoned Angel’s shirt, ripping a few off in his hurry and tore the shirt off his chest, revelling each inch of Angel’s flesh that had been exposed. Angel moaned and stretched back on the bed, he wished he had the power to move, he wanted to worship Spike’s body and somehow try to make up for every bad thing he had done to his boy even though he knew he never would. He went to protest against what Spike was doing, it felt way better then he deserved but Spike saw his lips open and silenced him with a kiss.

 

“Don’t brood with me Peaches.”

 

Spike quickly stripped before he bent his head down, latching his mouth onto Angel’s nipples and licking circles around the sensitive buds of flesh, gripping Angel’s ass as he continued to lick down onto Angel’s navel. Spike loved the feel of Angel thrashing around beneath him. For years Angelus had always been in control and had relished Spike’s lack of it and had always wanted him to be submissive, too needy to protest. Now all that had changed and this new feeling went straight to his already hard cock. He could feel droplets of pre-come spilling over and used them to coat Angel’s cock, receiving a very odd look from Angel.

 

“I thought you would want to… you know… top…” Angel said uncomfortably, forced to take ragged breaths in order to speak because of the state that Spike’s talented hands and tongue had him in.

 

Spike looked back at him in realisation of what Angel was offering, but he knew what he wanted; he wanted to belong to his sire again and told Angel that.

 

Angel was surprised at what Spike wanted but he wasn’t about to question it, part of him yearned to possess Spike again, to have his boy back. He sighed as Spike continued to coat him with precome and snaked a hand around Spike’s waist, placing a finger at the top of Spike’s crack and moving it down until he reached that delicious hole. He slowly eased his finger in and was rewarded by a gasp from Spike. He added another finger in and Spike pushed back onto his hand, fucking himself with Angel’s fingers. Spike pulled himself off and moved so the tip of Angel’s erection was at his entrance.

 

“I want to feel you stretch me,” Spike said breathily.  

 

Angel felt his cock leap at Spike’s words. He turned him around so he was facing him, “I want to see your face,” he said.

 

Spike smiled and kissed Angel’s neck, Angel was definitely serious about things being different between them, Angelus would never have cared much about whether or not Spike got any pleasure. He grated his teeth slightly against the skin on the side of Angel’s neck and could smell the sweet aroma of sire’s blood.

 

Angel cried out when he felt Spike’s teeth hit his neck and tilted his neck slightly, silently asking Spike to drink from him. Spike didn’t need a second invitation and changed face and pierced Angel’s skin with his fangs, tilting his own neck for Angel to drink from him. Angel dipped his fangs into Spike’s neck and tasted the blood of his childe that he had been deprived of for so long. He could feel himself about to explode and gripped his cock, wanting to hold off until he was inside Spike. Spike saw that Angel was in the same state as him and withdrew his teeth, hearing a small whimper from Angel and moved so that he was above Angel’s cock. He pushed down onto it just as Angel pushed up and felt the burn of his sire stretching him. For humans it would be painful but for him he was filled with ecstasy. They were both still riding out the high from drinking each others blood and the connection that Angel’s cock inside Spike created between them was all it took for them both to come. Angel waited until he could feel himself softening before he withdrew from Spike and wriggled up beside him.

 

“Sleep now my childe,” Angel said and kissed Spike’s eyelids shut, wrapping an arm around him.

 

Spike fell asleep quickly, his last waking thought was that this is where he was supposed to be, here on this bed with his sire’s body around him. After so many years apart they were together again as though never separated; after all they were family and that’s what it meant.

 

~ FIN ~

 

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