Title: Total Eclipse: Angelus Ascendant Series: Part Five
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Author: Buffywatcher
Feedback: Constructive comments always welcome: [email protected]
Pairing: Primarily Angel(us)/Spike
Rating: R Possibly a bit of romantic NC-17’ish circumstances.
Spoilers: None this story takes place in an AU setting and will pretty much
ignore the current season of Angel.
Warnings: This story will contain instances of extreme violence, sexuality and
character deaths.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing them for a bit of harmless fun. All characters,
recognisable likenesses are retained by their owner and accredited license
holders.
Writer’s Notes: This story takes place in an AU setting and includes a scene challenge
posted by Angela with some minor artistic changes. Connor has been born, Spike
has his soul and isn’t chipped as well and Angel and the LA Gang have taken
over the running of Wolfram & Hart. However the incident with the first has
not taken place and Buffy died and has been resurrected. **This story will
feature the song With Or Without You by U2.** As
always thanks are going out to GF, MarieC, Luba, and Mera my most excellent
group of Beta/Editors. Very special thanks to Mera, she got in on the ground
floor on this one and chimed in with some big assistance so dedicating this one
to her.
Distribution: If I’ve already been given permission to archive my work please
consider it yours if you want it. If I haven’t and you would like to archive it
please do, all I ask is that you email me and tell me where it’s going so I can
visit J.
Summary: The Powers That Be offer to release Angel from his destiny as a
Champion but they make a critical error that may well doom their cause forever.
*
Angelus has settled Spike comfortably in the master suite and the
mansion is aglow with warmth and vitality once more as Andrew and Xander
arrive. While they’re getting settled,
Angelus heats a couple of pints of the blood Xander bought and quickly feeds.
He notices a stack of things that have been set aside and realising that they must be Spike’s
things, he gathers them up and carries them up the stairs to check on Spike.
“Spike, are you hungry?” Peeking around the door he has to laugh at the
vision before him. His incorrigible Childe has managed to roll himself in the
bed clothes so tightly that he resembles a blond haired caterpillar. At the
sound of his Sire’s voice, that
caterpillar is trying to free itself and still being weak, isn’t having much luck. Unable to
help himself, Angelus breaks
into an uproar of laughter and he has to lean on the door to keep from rolling
on the floor.
The amazing sound has Xander and Andrew converging on the hilarious
scene within seconds from their rooms. All three men are soon roaring with
laughter at Spike’s antics as he finally manages to squirm and arm free only to
slide right off the edge of the bed. As the blond head peeks around the edge of
the bed, the icy blue eyes shoots daggers at them only to withdraw on a chorus
of cursing sets the three off again.
Spike groans softly,
wiggling his other arm free and cups the shoulder he jarred falling off the
bed. Before the sound is even fully vocalised,
Angelus is there with a
concerned look on his face, gently rubbing his sore shoulder. Spike looks up
into those golden flecked, café
latte eyes and he draws an unnecessary breath at what he sees reflected there
in their fathomless depths but in truth it’s what he doesn’t see that truly has
his attention.
“Are you going to get me out of this before someone mistakes me for a
hand-rolled cigar some time this century, Peaches?” Spike asks quietly.
Chuckling and shaking his head, Angelus gathers his irrepressible Childe
up, tenderly sets him in the centre of the bed and starts to untuck
the bedding from around him. His efforts aren’t facilitated much as Spike tries
to force his way out, though he’s still too weak to do much more than rock back
and forth insistently. Angelus pulls his Childe free and wraps his arms around
him, rubbing his back to quiet the displeased growling rumbling from the
younger Vampire. He guides Spike’s mouth to his throat and presses gently. He
sighs with pained pleasure as his Childe obeys instinct and his silent command
and razor sharp fangs pierce his neck neatly. He purrs quietly as his Childe
nurses at the wounds in his neck and he strokes that surprisingly soft blond
hair with quiet pleasure. Taken by impulse, he leans down and gently pierces Spike’s neck, sipping briefly before forcing
himself to stop. He had forgotten the inherent power feeding from Spike rises
in him. Thick and decadently rich, like silk sheets on a feather bed; Spike’s
blood is a purely liquid explosion of sensuality; like chocolate covered sex
and breathy moans of hunger in the darkness.
“I brought Andrew and Xander to stay here…I thought you would want your
Cub close at hand.” Angelus says, feeling surprisingly meek at that admission.
He feels a burning deep in his stomach as he feels Spike smile against his neck
as he feeds and he knows he has pleased his Precious Childe.
After several minutes Spike reluctantly retracts his fangs and licks the
wounds closed, instinctively knowing that to continue to feed will weaken his
Sire. He nuzzles the freshly healed marks and breathes deeply before moving
away and turning to face his reclining Sire. He glances at the doorway and sees
that Andrew and Xander have returned to whatever they were doing before he made
an ass out of himself playing inch worm.
“You’re Angelus aren’t you?” He says quietly looking deep into those
fathomless chocolate pools that his Sire modestly calls brown.
“How…?” Angelus says shocked.
“Your eyes.” Spike lifts his hand to slowly draw the back of his hand down the side
of that beautiful face that long ago earned his Sire his nickname. “The guilt
is gone.” He says simply, lips turning up in a small smile as his Sire rub his
cheek against his caress.
Angelus steels his gaze under the surgical dissection of those glacial,
burning blue eyes and refuses to turn away from their scrutiny. He feels the
connection between his Childe and himself opening and turning inward upon its
self; doubling and coiling with astonishing strength. The wonder in his eyes
are reflected in the dreamy
“What’s happening?” He whispers breathlessly; which is quite a trick for
someone that doesn’t actually need to breathe.
“You are much stronger than you were the last time we shared blood, as am I. You are whole, soul and
demon have merged as I am whole. You killed Drusilla.” Spike says leaning
forward and resting his forehead against his Sire’s, feeling like he’s drowning
in those eyes.
“You…you remember.” Angelus finally drops his head, letting his eyelids
drop to shield his eyes and braces himself for the words that will surely burst
forth to stake his heart any second.
“I wouldn’t have survived living with Dru for very long if I
hadn’t…developed…a certain resistance to mental charms. You staked her. I
remember that. I remember bits and pieces what I don’t know is…” Spike curls a fingertip under
Angelus’ chin and raises it to press a gentle kiss to his softly partly lips
that has his eyes flying open in amazement. “…Why?”
“I knew part of you would always see her as a symbol of my infidelity. I
never knew how to tell you that if anyone was the barrier that kept us apart,
it was her but not in the way that you think. I can’t deny that Drusilla was my
obsession for a long time. It was an obsession of cruelty though, never of
desire. She was a butterfly, pinned forever in a macabre display of madness and
fluttering wings. In claiming her, in corrupting her, I…I defied God. I took
one of his brightly blessed creatures because I could. A challenge, maybe I
wanted him to prove that he existed, to arrive in all his fury and show me that
there was more to my existence.” Angelus stares into those heavenly blue eyes
and he remembers the night that his mad little butterfly brought him the
sublime creature that sits before him.
At first glance he wasn’t much to
look at really. Attractive, even uncommonly so, but there are others in the
world that the same could be said to describe. Men that are just as beautiful
in that slightly effeminate way that always draws the eye, so why can’t he look
away? Those perfectly unique eyes that tilt ever so slightly upwards as though
his mother had taken some large cat to her bed to produce this predatory feline
of a son. All long lines, sweeping planes and sharply delineated muscle he
could easily pass for the most graceful of the world’s deadliest predators.
Newly turned he thrums with power that should not have been his for many years.
Those iceberg eyes that are on fire with intelligent defiance and beneath that
the unshakable courage of a survivor. This is no submissive Childe or cowering
Grand-Childe; this is a force of nature waiting only for the guidance of his
hand, to be unleashed.
A second soft kiss pulls him back to the present, silently encouraging
him to continue. “Then Drusilla brought home her Prince, her champion.”
“And you knew for sure that the Devil existed that day I am sure to have
been cursed with me.” Spike smirks briefly before his expression smoothes into
a genuine smile.
“You were the answer that I could never find in Dru. The response to my
challenge from a God I had defied and demanded he prove his existence. You were
sin personified, sex given a physical form, you were so utterly unique that I
could hardly deny that some higher being must surely have crafted you. You were
so…human but in a shell of pure wicked demon and you were…sublime. You asked
nothing of existence, you demanded LIFE give itself up to you and it was
seduced to your will. You asked no quarter and you granted no mercy and you
made no excuses. I wanted to break you, even as I wanted to curl up inside you.
You made me feel and I couldn’t forgive that, I didn’t know how to. I tried to
drive you away. I tried to turn you into…me.” Angelus says hesitantly.
“You’d been there and done that Mate…the name Penn strike a chord
there?” Again the flash of a smirk. “That didn’t seem
to make you very happy at all.”
“Well we know how THAT turned out don’t we? I let him meet his final
death without lifting a finger to protect him. I staked Darla…set fire to her
and Dru…staked Dru. But you my
Precious Lad, you I have always protected as best that I could without actually
having to appear like I was. I…when I saw you here in Sunnydale with Dru I
wanted to hide you away, keep you safe. I knew you would be spoiling for a
chance to fight Buffy, if you could. You’d have taken her, like the others; if
she hadn’t have broken tradition and surrounded herself with friends. You were
magnificent but I couldn’t tell you that, the soulful part of me would never
have allowed that admission. When I was being tortured by Dru, I wanted it to
be you. I wanted it to be your name that was ripped from my throat. Then I lost
my soul…and I saw you in that wheelchair and part of me died all over again. I
was reborn into a cruel bastard, totally insane with my desire to deny all that
was human in me by destroying everything.”
Angelus cups that sculpted cheek and traces it with the gentle pass of
his thumb. “I…have a confession to make. I use to tamper with the victims Dru
and the minions brought back for you. They were human pets, each fed on my own
blood before they were given to you. I couldn’t stand to see you in that damned
wheelchair, it was abhorrent but I couldn’t touch you, couldn’t be weak and
give in to my true desires. So I found another way to give you the Sire’s blood
that would heal you. I gave you what you needed to heal, even as I ripped you
apart by trying to drown myself in Dru.”
Angelus’ voice trails off as his Childe unexpectedly straddles his legs
and makes himself at home on his lap with another nuzzling kiss.
“Then you were gone…I was gone. Then we were back but we were separated
by a gulf wider than any number of centuries apart could have built between us.
You found the Holy Grail of Vampire legend, the Gem Of Amara.”
“You have no idea how many times I kicked myself for my short-sightedness
on that little disaster. I gave up my first chance to walk in the sun in over a
century, for a chance to salve my wounded ego by fighting BUFFY. A half-assed
attempt no less at that; my heart wasn’t really in it, though it was right
wicked fun seeing the look on her face. Then she sent the ring to you.”
“I couldn’t give it to you. No matter what you did.”
“I wouldn’t have trusted me with it either Mate. I was a right daft
bugger back then.”
“That’s not why. I couldn’t give it to you because there was only one
and I couldn’t stand for you to ever be anywhere that I couldn’t reach you. I
couldn’t give you the sun when my world was the moon. Your place was at my side
or safely at my back protected from everything. That was always a fear of mine,
that you would walk ahead and right out of my unlife. If there had been a pair
of Rings I would have given it to you…”
He confesses softly, sighing at the feel of arms embracing him. He lets his
head drop to Spike’s shoulder. “I staked Dru because it was the only way I knew
to show you how I felt…how I FEEL about you. I realised that I had been a fool for so long, telling myself that
it was the Demon that loved you, wanted you. It was but the part of me that is
the soul; that is the man; does too. Somehow that opened the floodgates inside
me and the river of emotion and desire that is the Demon merged into the river
that is the life of the man that I was flowed into one river. I am Angelus, yet I am Angel too, but I am no longer fighting the
demon. I am whole.” His lifts his head and opens his eyes to glance at the
silent eavesdroppers standing transfixed in the doorway. “Have you heard enough
to run screaming to Buffy, Xander?”
Spike turns his head and smiles gently at his Cub and his friend and is
relieved when they smile back.
“Well honestly tall, dark, and fangy I sorta bought a clue when you
threw Buffy out of Giles’ place. Literally.”
“WHAT! I BLOODY FUCKING MISSED THAT?! OF ALL THE
ROTTEN DAMN LUCK!!” Spike swears vehemently while the other three men
crack up. “Don’t do that again unless I’m watching, preferably holding a
camcorder.”
“You may get your chance, Blondie. I expect we’ll be getting a visit
from her at some point.” Xander says with a grimace. “Come on Cub, we need to
finish getting our things squared away and then get you some dinner before it
gets much later.” Xander steers the beaming Andrew out of the doorway, smiling
and waving at Spike’s mouthing a silent thank you. He closes the door silently
after them.
“Can you forgive me what I have done?” Angelus asks seriously.
“You mean staking Dru, draining me into a coma and re-siring me, trying
to fiddle with my memory, and manipulating me?”
“Ummm yes that stuff. And uhhh for this too…” Angelus strokes light fingertips over his shoulder blade
looking very embarrassed.
“Ok what did you do to put that VERY uncharacteristically sheepish look
on your face?” Spike says with some trepidation, leaning closer as Angelus
mumbles something not even his keen hearing can pick up. “Care to repeat that
for the general audience there, Pet?” Spike tries to look over his shoulder,
barely able to make out the faint outline of something but unable to see any
details. “You’ve marked me haven’t you?” Angelus nods looking faint. “Well come
on what is it then? A Devil with a pitchfork? A Demon holding a sign that says Highway to Hell? Damn it,
it’s not something cute and fuzzy is it?!”
Angelus almost has to laugh at that. He’s sure that if they’d been
standing up, Spike would be spinning around in a little circle, like a dog
chasing its tail, trying to see the Sire’s mark on his back.
“Well not…exactly no.” Angelus swallows and blurts out the truth in a
rush, visions of stakes flying through his mind. “It’s…like mine…mostly.”
“Angelus…your tattoo is a Mark of Succession!” Spike’s mouth opens on a
shocked gasp. “You…you’ve given me a mark of succession? But…but that means…”
“It means that I love you and should I ever ascend to the throne of the
order of Aurelius, you will be at my side. However that isn’t the only reason
why I did it.”
“And just what other reasons did you have Angelus?” Spike asks leaning
closer.
“Because you are MINE.” Angelus growls softly as he leans forward that final inch and seizes
Spike’s mouth in a deep hungry kiss.
“So I suppose you think this means that you own my ass you Tosser.”
Spike purrs as he pulls away just far enough to speak; every word causing his
lips to brush tantalisingly
against his Sire’s mouth.
“No I think it means that I own everything about you Spike, INCLUDING
your ass!” Angelus growls yanking Spike’s mouth back to his own; tumbling them
down to the wreck of the bed.
Angelus’ world spins on its axis as Spike melts into the kiss and he
suddenly finds himself pinned on his back with Spike straddling his hips.
“Are you sure you’re the owner…?” Angelus arches against his wicked
Childe as a cool tongue sweeps slowly up the centre of his chest in a long, slow lick. “…Or are you owned?”
“You can collar me and call me fucking Fido if you’ll just keep doing
that!” Angelus says with a panting groan.
Suddenly his eyes fly open as he realises what he’s said and catches
Spike as he collapses on his chest in hysterical laughter making muffled
barking noises against his skin.
After a few seconds the first few chuckles have clawed their way out of
his chest and Angelus abandons himself to the infectious sound of his Childe’s
laughter.
Several days pass and Spike slowly recovers than eclipses his former
strength as the qualities of Angelus’ blood floods through his body. He was
significantly younger, as was Angelus himself, when they last shared their
blood in any great quantity with such regularity. Perhaps as some silent way of
apologising for the sneaky
tricks he’s pulled, Angelus has been feeding him personally several times a day. The human blood Willy’s messenger delivers keeps him
not only healthy but floods him with its strength adding it to his own. After
countless ages drinking animal blood out of a misguided sense of guilt, Angelus
is once more back in roaring fitness and then some. The blood bond with his
Childe has added to his own strength and he wonders how many of their kind
would take to hunting and re-siring Masters of their own kind if they had even
a glimmer of the power to be gained.
Angelus glances at his Childe curled up at his side quietly reading a
book of Edgar Allan Poe’s works and marvels at the younger man. The light from
the fire causes light and shadow to dance over the Adonis perfection of his
features as a small smile curves his lips. They have slowly been relearning the
things that their long years together have gifted them with the knowledge of.
Their particular joy at this time however is the exciting process of learning
about how they’ve changed in their time apart.
Angelus glances to the right and smiles at the sight of Andrew. He is
stretched out on the floor in front of the fireplace, tapping his fingers
impatiently as he ponders some troublesome problem that can be blamed no doubt
on the text book in front of him. A glance a bit farther to the right reveals
Xander sitting on the floor in front of the couch, pouring over a stack of
blueprints that threatens to cascade off the coffee table at any moment. A
disgusted snort and the slamming sound of a book being violently closed draw his eyes back to Andrew, who has
proceeded to bang his forehead against the offending book.
“What’s wrong Cub?” The sound of Spike’s pet name for Andrew rolls
easily off his lips and he smiles. At his side, Spike slides off his glasses
and closes his book quietly before setting the glasses gently on top of it.
“I must have been insane to take applied philosophy! I have gone over
every question but all it seems to do is get me to ask myself MORE bloody
questions!” Andrew says with a frustrated wail.
Angelus and Spike share an amused look as Spike slides off the couch and
stretches out alongside his adopted son and rubs his back soothing the anxious
youth.
“Questions are the basis of philosophy my lad. It’s all about the
questions.” Spike says quietly.
“But how do you know if you’ve got the right answer?” Andrew says
demandingly.
Angelus almost laughs at the stubbornly focused look on the young man’s
face. He has seen that EXACT same look on Spike’s face on more than one
occasion when he’s trying to force himself to absorb some new bit of learning.
He sighs at the feeling of having a family again and laughs silently as he
glances again at the engrossed Xander. He never in a million years would have
pictured himself having a quiet family night in and have Xander anywhere in the
vicinity. He admits though, in the few days that the young man has been staying
with them, he has begun to get to know him as well and surprisingly he finds he
likes him.
“Cub, it is philosophy; all the answers are right.” Spike says with a
chuckle, smirking at the look of outrage on Andrew’s face. He holds his hand
up, stopping the explosion of furious cursing that looks to be ripping its way
out of the youth. “Philosophy, especially applied philosophy, is about finding
YOUR answers to those questions Cub. There is no right or wrong answers because
everyone answers those questions according to the diverse lives they’ve led.
Only you have led the life that you have and only you will ever answer those
questions in the way that you will. It’s not about right or wrong at all Cub.
It’s about you, about how Andrew wants to answer those questions.” Spike
patiently explains. He glances over his shoulder and shares a loving smile with
his Sire, who long ago told him almost the exact same thing to a very similar
question.
“Thanks, Wil I get it now.” Andrew hugs his foster Dad gratefully and
reopens his book with a smile as Spike rolls onto his back.
Angelus sucks in an unnecessary breath at the sight of Spike lying at his feet, looking up at him with the firelight
flickering in his ghost pale hair. The fiery blue of his eyes silently tempting
him to abandon decorum and slide off the couch, onto the reclining danger of
that wicked body; that promises earthly pleasures that could be known to no
human. It is the siren call of his Mate and it takes every ounce of strength
and will to resist abandoning himself in the treasure that has been entrusted
to him.
The sound of a quiet laugh breaks the spell as those devil’s eyes are
drawn away as Spike’s gaze flickers to Xander.
“Something amusing you over there Snacky?” Spike asks with his brow raised inquisitively.
“I haven’t heard this song in ages.” Xander says laughing again and
Spike pays attention for the first time to the softly playing CD player and realisation dawns as he recognises the song and he laughs too.
“I still can’t believe that bloody Watcher made me take my clothes off
so he could get information on Rack.” Spike says disgusted but still chuckling.
“EXCUSE ME?” Angelus knows he didn’t roar that question but Spike rolls
closer to place a gentling hand on his calf, silently soothing the rage he can
feel rather than see.
“It’s not what it sounds like Pet. Well maybe in a way.” Spike says
snickering as Xander laughs again. “The Watcher
was looking for a way to get some insider information about Rack…you remember
him?” Angelus nods tersely. “He was causing some trouble for Red a while back.”
“Giles found out that Rack was a regular at a strip joint out at the
city limits, a demon strip joint.” Xander says with a snicker.
“I still had that bloody government leash in me head back then, Peaches.
I did some work now and then in exchange for blood and shelter.” Angelus’ face
grows stony cold and Spike knows that it is a good thing Giles is decidedly
absent. “Giles wanted me to get a job at the dive and get closer to Rack, see
what I could learn that he could use against him to persuade him to leave town.
Red almost killed my Lil Bit thanks in part to Rack’s buggered influence over
her so I agreed.” Spike says with a grimace. “There was just one problem with
that little plan…you know that seems to be a reoccurring theme in ALL our
plans?” Spike says with a smirk. “Anyhow they only had one job opening that
would give me the opportunity to hang around enough to get anything on Rack.”
“Do Not Tell Me That You Took Your Clothes Off In That Shit Hole
William.” Angelus’ voice is frozen fury.
“Well alright then Mate I won’t tell you that then.” Spike says falling
damningly silent while Xander falls over on the couch laughing.
“Really should have caught that act A-Man, when word got out Spike had
the place packed to the rafters every night.” Xander says gasping from lack of
breath as Spike looks entirely too arrogantly satisfied for Angelus’ liking.
“So show me now.” He challenges with a smirk of his own at the look of
shock on Spike’s face that quickly becomes his trademark smirk at the thought
of showing his Sire a thing or
two.
Andrew shakes his head and laughs giving up on reading for now. He can’t
wait to see THIS floorshow and neither can Xander it seems. He jumps up and
grabs one of the heavy antique chairs and pulls it out into the big expanse of
the open floor plan room.
Spike slowly lifts his hand to his Sire and after a moment Angelus’ hand
curls around his and he’s easily pulled to his knees and into the soft kiss
waiting for him.
Andrew looks on smiling like the Cheshire Cat
and makes a mental note to tell Dawn that she was right all along. Spike was
never meant to live happily ever after with Buffy because his heart was already
spoken for. They had both noticed the sparks between the two Vampires on their
trip to LA but neither thought
it would necessarily have a happy ending but here he is front row centre for it. He should have known
better. He’s a sterling example of just how strong Spike’s heart can be. He
found a wounded boy and gave him a place to belong and all the strength of his
fathomless heart to lift him from his misery. He spares a sad thought for his
lost brother, wishing he could have had a chance to be as remarkable as the
pair of Vampires before him.
He shouldn’t have been surprised at all by Spike’s easy acceptance of
Angelus back into his life. He loves the way other people breathe; eternally;
taking in every moment of that sweet exchange, making it part of him; flooding
every cell until it drowns in the emotion. He suspects that anyone that spends
any amount of time with the seductive blond will feel the siren’s call of his
greatest power. Spike is love, he is desire, and he is eternity made manifest,
that moment when all the barriers between lovers are tossed aside and halves
become whole. Angelus and Spike, an Angel and the Devil,
light and dark yet defined best only by their relation to each other.
Spike pulls away from his lover and with a last longing look, runs up
the staircase; he has some preparations to make.
Xander pulls the shell-shocked Angelus off the sofa and guides him over
to the chair he placed in an open section of the room, facing the stairs. “Have
a seat and look on the Brightside Canine Boy. You don’t have a pulse so you
can’t have a heart attack.” Xander says slapping the brunette on the back and
quickly backing off with a laugh as he growls at him. Xander sees a pale hand
emerge from the shadows at the top of the landing and hurries to the CD player
and punches in a track number and turns up the volume and stays out of the way.
Angelus licks his lips as Spike slowly stalks down the staircase one hip
at a time. He’s wearing his duster buttoned up to the collar, tilted up to
frame the perfection of his throat. He’s wearing black pants that hug his legs
too tightly to be anything but the softest of fine leather and his usual clunky
boots. His hair is lightly tousled curling in soft waves and swirls as though
he has just risen from a warm bed and a hotter lover. He reaches the bottom of
the stairs just on the beat of the music dropping to a crouch and rocking his
hips slowly back up as he flicks open the topmost button of his duster.
See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you
Angelus licks his lips as Spike stares into his eyes across the distance
separating them and mouths the last line. A pale hand slowly drifts up his
side, drawing his eyes like a magnet as Spike’s hips roll and a flick of his
wrist frees another button. An undulation of his hips in the opposite direction
and a pale arm wraps itself around his waist and another button is liberated
before the motion of his body carries the arm off and away.
Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you
Angelus swallows heavily as again his wickedly tantalising Childe stares into his eyes and mouths the last line
along with the breathy sounding singer.
Spike rolls his right shoulder sliding it free of his duster and then
the left catching the sleeves on his elbows as he rocks down to the floor
sliding down onto his hands and knees, duster spread out around him like a cape
as he crawls forward, one muscle
at a time. The duster is shed and left behind like a snake crawling out of its
skin as he stalks across the floor on his hands and knees mouthing the next
lines of the song with his eyes locked into Angelus’ rapt gaze.
With or without you
With or without you
Angelus’ mouth dries up completely as Spike rears back onto his knees
when he’s a few feet away, bending slowly backwards over his bent legs to roll
his shoulder blades restlessly against the stone floor. The pose stretches him
out, thrusting the sculpted perfection of his chest upwards as he thrusts up
from the floor in a blatantly erotic parody of a far older dance. Angelus recognises the crimson silk dress
shirt as one of his own worn just the day before. He inhales sharply and bites
back a moan as the scent of his Childe mingles with his own faint scent still
clinging to the silk shirt tormenting him with the mixture. His chest heaves, panting silently tracking
those graceful hands sliding slowly up powerful muscled thighs, over rocking
hips, to slowly flick the buttons open one at a time.
Spike presses his palms to the floor behind his head, braces his feet against the
unyielding stone and folds his body in like an Accordion, inhaling deeply as
the crimson silk falls away, baring his chest but remain caught like a caged
bird by the closed buttons at his wrists. He slowly lifts an arm drifting the
cuff across his mouth as a nimble tongue and talented lips flick over the
button freeing from its captivity. A graceful movement and one arm is gone, down to brace his weight, as the other rises to
drift across his mouth and another button is freed. The arm floats down as
Spike slowly lets his bracing arm relax until he is once more lying flat on the
floor, the crimson shirt pooled around him like a pool of blood.
Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you
Again Angelus licks his lips as Spike stares into his eyes, slowly
stretching his hands up towards him and mouths the last line of the song’s
stanza once more. Before he realises
what he is doing Angelus is stretching out his hand to touch Spike’s beaconing
fingertips but then he pulls his hands away at the last moment rolling smoothly
to his feet. A graceful shrug and a spin and the crimson silk lands at his feet
and Angelus moans low in his throat at the scent drifting up the pool of costly
fabric at his feet. He looks up after only a few seconds and his mouth drops
open at the sight of Spike’s back as he dances facing away from him. His
tattoo, his mark of ownership, the testament of his love stands in high relief
against the pale sculpted muscles of his Childe’s perfect back and it’s the
sexiest thing he has ever seen. At least until he gets a good look at Spike’s
lower body. His impressive lower half is encased in leather so tight it looks
painted on, riding so low on his hips that the barest shadow of a cleft winks
teasingly at him.
With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you
He swallows a groan as Spike circles his hips into a slow hip thrusting
turn until he is facing him. Angelus swears his feels faint at the sight of the
row of shiny buttons straining to contain Spike’s more than impressive manhood
as it thrusts up against its confinement. The growl is finally realised as Spike rolls his hips and
thrusts gently and one button gives up its struggle and pops open. A slow
dragging thrust of his other leg as it sweeps around and another button all but
shouts a victory cry as it too works its way free of its confinement. Angelus
fidgets anxiously, trying to relieve the pressure on his groin but finding only
additional torment as it makes things just that much worse.
Spike sucks his cheeks in tossing Angelus his trademark smirk before he
licks his lower lip slowly. His facial features relax into a lazy grin as his
bump and grind frees another button and the waist band of his leather pants
gapes open that much more.
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away
He dances towards Angelus slowly one hip at a time, in a stalking gait
no human could ever hope to replicate and his smile becomes a grin. Angelus’
chest heaves with unnecessary breaths as he slowly and carefully sets the tip
of his boot on the edge of his chair, nudging against the ache between his legs
with a careful nestling. He smiles as Angelus lifts shaking hands to slowly
undo the laces and pulls the boot off, tossing it aside with no regard for
where it lands. He purrs as Spike wiggles his toes with calculated deliberation
against the eager hardness between his legs, before slowly pulling it away and
the second boot takes its place.
Angelus growls and attacks the second boot, tossing it away furiously
but the growl instantly becomes a whimper as leather painted thighs surround
his hips as his devil Childe straddles his hips.
My hands are tied
My body bruised, she's got me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose
Spike slowly drags the flat of his palms up Angelus’ arms as he dances
in his lap. The moans ripped from the powerful chest beneath him, are well
below the range of human hearing. To his anything but human ears, they are a
litany of desire that enthrals
him utterly.
And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away
Xander’s mouth gapes open as Spike treats Angelus to a lap dance that
will likely combust them both. Before he realises what he’s doing,
he’s grabbed Andrew and pulls him back against his chest and covers his eyes.
Both men quiver with silent laughter as Andrew lets his adopted Uncle censor
his gaze. Feeling like the lowest voyeur
Xander wants to turn his eyes away to give his friends some privacy but he
can’t tear his eyes from the sight of the mating masquerading as a lap dance.
With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you
Spike hooks his foot around a leg of the chair, slowly relaxes his back and bends boneless and gracefully
backwards. Still dancing, answering the subsonic moans of his Sire with his own
vocalisations. The posture
forces his lower body tight to his Sire’s and every move reverberates through
them both.
Angelus wraps his arms around his cat sexy Childe and slowly drags his
hand down his sensitive spine, supporting and caressing that writhing back. He
gently guides and pulls on the invisible strings of emotion that bind him to
this sublime creature drawing his wickedly naughty boy back up.
Spike presses his bare chest against his Sire’s, wrapping steel muscled
arms around those powerful shoulders as the blood inside him screams to work
its will.
With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you
With or without you
Angelus pants as Spike presses his lips to his ear and breathes the last
lines of the song directly into the sensitive cup of his ear and flicks the
lobe with a teasing lick as he leans back.
Spike smiles at the glazed look on Angelus’ face as he melts against
him, rubbing his cheek against his Sire’s beautiful face like a cat begging to
be petted.
Angelus growls as the song trails to silence even as his powerful hand
is following its own trail down Spike’s back, slipping under the painted on
leather to curl possessively around his cheek. A flex of his powerful arm and
Spike finds himself locked so tightly against his Sire that a human’s back
would likely have been broken by the hold. He purrs in delight mixed with pain
and he falls in love all over again as his Sire’s mouth swoops down to eat at
his mouth.
Spike gives himself over utterly, whimpering softly as Angelus sinks his
hand into his hair and yanks his head back roughly to bury his face against his
throat.
“Always with me Wil, always.” He hears Angelus mutter roughly against his skin, as fangs lightly
sting teasingly against but never penetrating his bared throat. “I swear to
whatever powers that be, that if you EVER dance like that in public again, I will throw you down and fuck you
blind on the spot boy!”
“Okay; and the downside
to that would be what exactly?” Spike says with a groan as Angelus tightens his
arms to the point that pleasure flickers between pain and he wiggles happily.
“ANGEL WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO SPIKE?!”
Spike throws his hands up, pressing them to his ears as the strident
whininess of the voice threatens to shatter his sensitive ear drums.
Angelus wraps his arms around his Precious Childe and rises from the
chair to face Buffy. He strokes Spike’s back soothingly as he naturally wraps
his legs around his hips to make lifting him easier. Rather than releasing
Spike he remains holding him, cradling him much as a Father would his Son but
his possessive hold clearly shouts anything but a platonic interest.
“I’m not doing anything NOW. Has anyone ever told you that your voice
could deflate a steel-belted radial tire by any chance?” Angelus says drolly.
Spike snickers and turns his face into his Sire’s shoulder and laughs
silently, causing his back to turn more fully to face Buffy.
“WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT TATTOO COME FROM SPIKE?” Buffy says looking
like a landed fish.
“I gave that to him by my own hand and could you PLEASE stop that
fucking yelling! You’re two feet away,
not 2 miles! You’re worse than nails on a chalk board!” Angelus says with a
wince. He turns and stoops and Spike gets the hint and unlocks his legs sliding
down to stand on his own two feet. Angelus squares his body in front of Spike,
protecting him behind the breadth of his powerful form.
He smiles and shakes his head fondly, as Spike boldly steps around him
to stand beside him. He crosses his hands loosely over his flat stomach,
hooking his thumbs in the almost open front of his leather pants. He looks
every inch the sexy Master Vampire that he is and totally tasty in his utter
disregard for standing there practically naked.
Angelus realises that
Xander and Andrew have joined them,
stepping to either side of them in a united front, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of Buffy. If she so much as
twitches in Spike’s general direction; he’ll gleefully rip her throat out.
After several seconds of watching though he starts grinning as Buffy starts
fidgeting anxiously, shifting her weight from foot to foot and licking her
lips. He follows the line of her gaze but he already knows what he’s going to
find, what it points to and grins at his devilishly wicked Childe.
Spike keeps his eyes locked into Buffy’s as he drags his tongue slowly
across his lower lip, smirking as her eyes track the sweeping movement and
unconsciously copies it with her own lips. He flexes his hand against his
stomach, subtly rubbing the pale skin framed by the gaping black leather. Again
the slight movement catches Buffy’s eyes and she takes an unconscious step
forward, her hand raised as if
to touch.
“I wouldn’t go touching things that don’t belong to you Slayer.” He
purrs; grinning wickedly as a
powerful hand slips around his hip to top his hands possessively. “Angelus can
get right nasty about that.” Spike smirks as Angelus pulls him against his side
and locks him there with a powerful arm.
“I’d listen to him if I were you little girl. Everything you see belongs
to me and I’m not about to share the wealth.” Angelus says as his brown eyes
flash to amber gold then back to normal.
“Angel…us!” Buffy squeaks looking around
frantically as though gauging her chances of making a run for it. “How did you…who
gave you a happy?! You just leave me alone!” She simpers as she backs towards
the door.
“Why would I want to bother you? I didn’t come back insane THIS time.”
Angelus says with a smirk of his own as Spike, Xander, and Andrew break into
laughter. Angelus releases Spike and takes a step forward smiling coldly as
Buffy backs up a step for every one he takes. “I own him body and soul Slayer.
Remember that and I might actually get out of this damn town without killing you.”
A final step and Buffy finally breaks, turning and running out the door with a
strangled scream.
Angelus calmly closes the door and throws the bolt locking it and turns
with a flourish and bows from the waist as Spike leads the boys in a round of
appreciative applause.
“Thank you, thank you;
please no autographs until after the show.”
That breaks them all into a round
of laughter as Angelus opens his arms and catches Spike and his boys up in a
group hug.
Sometimes it’s just plain good to have family.
TBC