The Itch – Two Days

 

Two days.  He hasn't said more than a single sentence to me in two days.  I said I was sorry.  I didn't mean for it to happen.  I know how much he loved that coat but damn it, it was him or the coat.  It wasn't even a choice for me.  Rip the damn coat and get him the hell out of there or let the Shileth demon rip him to shreds.   Two days of sleeping alone, two days of watching him sigh and pout.  I can't take it anymore. 

 

I'm waiting for him to get back.  I went out earlier and bought him a new duster.  I know it can't replace the other one but I'm hoping that maybe it's a start.  After settling the box on the chair I went to the basement and got the chains.  Now all I have to do is wait for him.  I hear the elevator and I tense.  As the door to the elevator opens his eyes meet mine.  He doesn't move.  Suddenly I'm nervous.  I motion for him to sit down.

 

"I went out earlier and I brought this back for you."

 

I watch his eyes follow my gesture to the box.  He stands and moves to the chair.  Taking the lid off, he peers inside.  I see his eyes widen in surprise.

 

"I know it doesn't replace the other, but I thought..."

 

I hear him sigh.

 

"It's not about the bloody coat, Angelus."

 

"Then what, because I don't understand."

 

Standing I start pacing the room.  If he's not upset over the coat then what the hell is the problem.

 

"You don't, do you?"

 

His eyes meet mine and the pain I see there makes my knees weak.  What did I do that was so wrong?  I thought we were okay finally.

 

"It was mine."

 

Well that makes it all clear.  He must have the read the look of confusion on my face.

 

"I had that coat for over forty years.  It was all I had that was mine.  Everything here is yours.  Everything you own is so bloody important.  Why is everything you have so precious but nothing of mine is?"

 

I get it now.  And he must realize it because he turns his back to me.  I walk to him and put my hand on his shoulder and although he doesn't shrug it off, he doesn't lean into it like he normally would.

 

"Will, look at me.  Please." 

 

He turns around and I see the truth of it in his eyes.  He doesn't think that what's important to him is important to me.  I bring my hands up to cup his checks.

 

"It was you or the coat.  I'm sorry you lost the coat.  But I couldn't let go of you, not again, not now.  You are what is important to me.  All of this, here in this room, in this building, none of it matters, not if you're not here with me."

 

I swallow hard because the next words are the truth but difficult for my soul to reconcile.

 

"I would save you first, above all of them, if I had to choose."

 

He knows what I mean by 'them'.   Cordy, Wes, Gunn, Fred, and even Buffy.  He would come first and I didn't know he didn't realize that.

 

"The last few days without you next to me have been hell.  I can't live without you, Will, I can't and I won't, ever again.  So I'm sorry I had to ruin the coat and leave it behind but you're here with me and that is what's most important to me."

 

I see the wetness in his eyes before he closes them and leans into me.  Sighing in pleasure I wrap my arms around him and pull him tight against me.  Two days of not feeling his body against mine really has been hell.  I feel his arms come around my back and I know I'm forgiven.

 

"I've got one more thing to show you."

 

Taking his hand I lead him to the bed.  There in all their glory are the chains.  His eyes widen just a bit before he looks at me and shakes his head.

 

"No, not tonight.  Just us tonight.  And your word you won't move."

 

I nod my head in affirmation.  He leads me into the center of the room.  Stopping at the foot of the bed he turns to me and lets me see the emotion in his eyes.  It's so rare that he lets his guard down but I relish every second of it.  I see the love and need shining back at me and I'm humbled to think that after everything I have done to him he can still love me so much. 

 

His left hand comes up to glide along my face; first across my eyebrows, then down my cheek, along my jaw to my lips.  I let my tongue trace the pad of his fingertip before pulling the tip into my mouth.  I hear his hiss of pleasure as I circle my tongue around his finger before applying slight pressure with my teeth.  Pulling his finger back, both of his hands move to the buttons on my shirt.

 

With a tenderness that is uncharacteristic he frees each button from its hole and then pushes the shirt off my shoulders.

 

"Close your eyes."

 

I obey without a second thought.  This isn't about Sire/Childe, it's about how we've been apart physically and emotionally, even if it was only a small amount of time.  This is about lovers on equal footing. 

 

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?  Even from the very first time I saw you I wanted you.  You're so bloody perfect."

 

I feel his hands slide along my chest to the button on my pants.  I start when I feel his tongue swipe a path across my chest spending precious seconds on each nipple before moving back to the other.  The feel of his mouth on my skin and his hands tugging my pants down makes me tremble.  Two days without this and I can't believe I lived through it.

 

I feel his hands pulling off my shoes and socks then lifting my legs to slide my pants the rest of the way off.  I can't help but shout his name as I feel him swallow my cock in one swift move.  He starts to purr around me and I'm nearly crawling out of my skin as the heat of desire courses along my body.  Keeping my eyes closed, not watching as those perfect lips work their way up and down my cock, is a test of strength I didn't know I had.

 

Too soon it's over and I know he's standing in front of me again when I hear his voice close to my ear.

 

"Lie down and then open your eyes."

 

I nearly groan out loud.  I know what he's going to do and as much as I love to watch him it almost causes me physical pain not to be able to touch him.  As soon as I'm flat on my back my eyes snap open to see him standing at the end of the bed.  God, he's stunning.  I watch in fascination as he pulls his T-shirt over his head and sends it sailing across the room.  Just as quickly his pants join the shirt and he's gloriously naked in front of me.

 

He spends several minutes working the gel out of his hair with his fingers.  Combing from front to back over and over again, his back arched, his head thrown back exposing the curve of his neck.  This time I can't stop the groan at the picture he makes.  With one final pass through his hair he shakes his head and lets the curls he knows I love fall around his face in waves. 

 

Speechless I watch his hands wander across his chest.  His hands fall to his nipples as he squeezes and tugs roughly pulling them into tight little points.  I watch as his eyes fall closed when one pale hand reaches down to circle his cock.  I whimper as I watch his hand slide back and forth across his aroused flesh.  I want to touch him, lick him, make him scream my name but I hold it in check.  His hips start pushing his cock in and out of his hand and I hear him start to pant.  Suddenly he clamps his thumb and forefinger around the base of his erection.

 

"Angel."

 

The hiss of my name from his lips as he holds back his orgasm sends me sky rocketing into a white-hot fire that only he can tame.

 

"Please, Will."

 

His eyes fly to mine and I honestly think I could drown in the liquid blue of his eyes; so dark now with the lust coursing through him.  He kneels on the bed before falling forward onto his hands.  I watch the muscles in his arms ripple as he crawls toward me.  He reminds of a tiger stalking its prey.  I feel a shiver of anticipation dance down my spine with the knowledge that I'm the prey.

 

He stops between my legs, kneeling above me.  The heat in his eyes as they travel across my body burns me. 

 

"Arms up."

 

His soft growl as I comply causes my cock to twitch.  I can't remember a time I've ever wanted anyone this much.  The way my body burns for him, the way my soul needs him, and the way my demon demands him.  Leaning over my chest he fastens his mouth around one of my nipples and bears down.  I can't help the involuntary thrust of my hips.  I can't stop the harsh panting that seems to have started on it's own.  With a final tug he sits up and opens the nightstand drawer.  He draws out a new bottle of massage oil and I watch as he pours a small amount in his hand.  His hand disappears from my sight before I feel him circling the entrance to my body.

 

One slick finger plunges into my body and I cant my hips toward his hand.  I feel him moan when my muscles clutch around him.

 

"More.  Please, more."

 

Another finger enters, quickly followed by another.  His blunt fingernails scrape against my prostate with each thrust of his hand.  He's slowly making me crazy.  Thrusting just fast enough to make want to beg because it's so good, but not enough.  I groan as his fingers leave me to slick himself. 

 

Positioning my legs over his shoulders he moves so the tip of his cock is nudging my entrance.

 

"Will, please.  I need you."

 

I hear his harsh moan at my words.  He needs them, he needs to know how much I want him.  He enters me in one long thrust.  I grab the slats in the headboard to keep from reaching for him as my head slams back into the pillow.  He pulls my legs around his waist and he takes a firm grasp on my hips to lift me as he shoves a pillow beneath me.

 

Long, slow strokes against my prostrate have me ready to come before I want to.

 

"Will, stop a minute...I...Oh, God, Will, please."

 

He grabs my hand and pulls it between our bodies. 

 

"Stop yourself."

 

I clamp my fingers around the base of my cock stopping my orgasm as he increases the pace.  He starts short shallow thrusts to keep from hitting that sweet spot in my body giving me time to calm.  Leaning over, he takes my lips with his.  A soft cool tongue demands entrance to my mouth.  He bites his tongue hard enough to break the skin and I taste his blood hit my tongue.  My fangs drop and I feel him smile against me.  I feel his tongue sweeping along my teeth stopping to wrap around one of my canines. 

 

He continues to suck and lick my fangs sending me to a level desire I didn't know existed.  I'm beginning to think I could come just from this until I feel him slamming into my prostrate again with each thrust.  My legs tighten around his waist pulling him into me tighter.  He's on his knees now holding my hips in a grip tight enough to bruise.  I watch him bite his lip, concentrating on holding off his orgasm.  Before I know I'm actually going to do it, I tighten my grip across his back and flip us. 

 

Bracing myself on the wall behind his head I raise and lower myself on his cock in a punishing rhythm.  Clenching around him I try to milk his orgasm from him.

 

"Fuck...Angel...faster.  Yes.  Just...oh, God, yes."

 

He arches almost completely off the bed, his head whipping back and forth as his whole body starts to vibrate as it builds inside him.

 

"Talk to me Will."

 

"Can't...too good.  So good, so tight.  Don't...oh, fucking Christ, don't stop.  More...faster...oh, fuck, yes.  C'mon, Angel, please, please."

 

His whole body goes rigid and he roars my name as I feel him let go.  I wrap my hand around my cock and with just a few fast, hard twists I follow him into oblivion collapsing on his chest.   I start to shift to his side and his arms come around me to hold me in place.

 

"Not going anywhere, staying right where you are this time.  Always did have trouble following directions."

 

"Only with you.  You're the only one who affects me like that.  I watch you and I loose complete control.  So it really is your fault."

 

"Wanker."

 

His arms loosen and I shift to my back pulling him against my side.  He's unusually quite and I know he's thinking. 

 

"Would you...really...what you said before."

 

"I wouldn't even have to think about it first."

 

I feel him smile against my chest before he slings his arm across my stomach and drops off into sleep.  I lean down to kiss his forehead and can't help but smile as he begins to purr.

 

Chapter five - Reassurance

 

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