TITLE: Ugly Memories
AUTHOR: persistenceofmemory
DISCLAIMER: As usual, Joss owns all I'm
just borrowing his people.
RATING: R
PAIRINGS: A/S
SUMMARY: Angstish
drabble. I was in a mood, get over it. This is during the Boxer Rebellion when
Angel tries to go back to his family, we all know that failed miserably, any
who this is the night Spike killed his first slayer, but before the thing with
Darla and the baby she wanted Angel to kill. Enjoy.
Angel
stood in front of the full-length mirror looking at the room's reflection. He
then looked over at the bed, on which lay crisp clean clothing Darla had given
him, and sighed. He turned away from the mirror and began to dress. Angel had
just got his pants on when he heard a noise at the door, a small cough.
Spike was standing there, naked, with a smirk on his face. "To much if you ask me." He said,
his voice flushed with lust.
"To much what?" Angel asked, turning to look
at his childe.
"To much clothing. I prefer you naked."
Spike licked his lips as he began to walk to the bed where Angel was standing.
"Well, I didn't ask you now did I?" Angel snapped as he tried to back
away from his boy.
Angel wasn't fast enough Spike caught him by the waist and snuck his hand down
the back of the older vampire's trousers. Angel moaned in a mix of pleasure and
protest as Spike's wicked finger circled around the ring of muscle between his
cheeks. "You tried to get away from me? That's not the Angelus I
know." Spike said, his smirk fading a bit.
"I'm havin' a bad day." Angel mumbled, a
wayward arm snaking it's way around Spike's middle out
of habit.
"Bet I could make it better." Spike smiled.
Angel was confused by the forcefulness of his childe, this was not the innocent
fledge he left two years ago. "Bet ya could
indeed." Angel smiled as he leaned in to kiss the boy.
As they kissed a million things filled Angel's mind. How could Spike have
changed so much in such a short time? Well, anyone left in the hands of Darla
would have to toughen up quickly. This didn't trouble Angel to awful much, he
was just looking forward to a good shag and going for
two years without one was an eternity to a vampire. Especially to him, after
spending decades with two kinky women and one very frisky man, all with lose
morals, he was really starting to miss the sex.
It didn't take Angel long to get out of his pants and onto the bed. After a
hundred and forty some odd years, you get quite good at both. Spike was always
an all to willing partner, especially when it came to
Angelus. He had spread himself out on the bed, ready and willing to be taken
anyway Angel wanted.
Angel stuck two fingers into his mouth for lubrication,
he then lowered them to Spike's opening where they quickly penetrated the very
tight ring of muscle. Spike hissed in pleasure at the spot that hadn't been
touched in two years was stretched as far as it would go. He moaned as a third,
less slick, digit was slid into him to join the others. One more finger
followed and Spike was in heaven.
As that last finger pushed into the cool body beneath him Angel smiled at
Spike's moans. He brought his wrist to his mouth and bit down, creating two
neat puncture wounds. Angel lowered his wrist to Spike's opening and drizzled
blood into it. He used his fingers to work the blood in to the quivering flesh
as Spike's moans got louder and louder. Angel finally stopped torturing Spike
and extracted his fingers, replacing them with his rock hard member.
Spike moaned slightly in protest as Angel's fingers receded then groaned as
something ultimately better replaced them. Angel started to move in and out
slowly, to slow. Spike wrapped his legs around Angel's waist trying to make him
go faster.
Angel pressed a hand over Spike's mouth and began to speak softly. "I
haven't had any in two years childe, I'm going to take
my time." Spike mumbled in defeat and reluctantly nodded his head.
Angel kept going at an agonizingly slow pace for the longest time, making sure
to stop when Spike was near climax. He wanted to make this last as long as
possible. Around
Spike moaned in approval as Angel continued to pound into him at a bruising
pace. Not a moment later Angel came, with a snarl he pored himself into his
childe, coming harder than he'd ever remembered. Spike, feeling his sire's
climax came as well, passing out immediately following his own orgasm.
Angel tried to enjoy his orgasm but was stopped by his soul. Hearing Spike
scream brought memories rushing back, his mind came to
a screeching halt as the memory of rapping William came back. His mind and body
were pulled away from the bed he was in and dragged back to that alleyway.
The hoarse screams of the limp body beneath him were sickening as the memory of
that night invaded ever fiber of Angel's
consciousness. His mind was pulled back to the bed just as Spike passed out
from the force of his orgasm. Angel pulled out and scrambled to the other end
of the bed as his eyes began to fill with tears.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry..."
He began to chant over and over as the memory continued to assault his senses.
The smell of William's blood, his tears and his fear, it was driving Angel
insane. "I'm sorry!" He sobbed falling off the bed and landing on the
floor. "Please stop this!" He yelled up at the ceiling as if he was
asking the gods to forgive him. 'You brought this on yourself.' His conscious
answered. "I know." Angel sniffed.
A moment later Angel had calmed down and had begun dressing.
When he was done he looked back at the unconscious figure on the bed. "One
moment, that's all I ever wanted." He whispered. 'He could never give you
that and you know it, not after what you've done to him.' His conscious
interjected. "I know." Angel whispered, new tears threatening to
spill but he pushed them back.
He walked over to the bed and gave his childe one last kiss before swooping out
the door. One last hunt for the evening, then I'll go
see Darla, he thought as he made his way to the docks to gorge on rats.
Fin
R&R please.