Title: Returning to Salvation Author: Foxhunt2blue Summary: When you're lost your soul can only be saved by the one that under- stands the most. Rating: NC-17 for violent vamp sex! Pairing: Spike/Angel Spoilers: Blink and miss for "Lineage" Disclaimer: Joss-baby owns them, but I play with them on occasion. Author's Note: This is my first Spangel so please be patient. LOL :-D This one is for sweet Pet---Happy Birthday! (I know I'm late, but better late than never! *snicker) *** He's always known that he needed what only one other man could provide him with. What the world saw was a mask. He sometimes hated himself for that deep gnawing hunger that drove him to the point of insanity. Humans never under- stood what it was truly like to be a vampire. Blood was the ultimate aphrodisiac. It was life. Pure and simple. It was also salvation in it's own twisted way. It nourished---it provided a balance between the darkness and light. That's why he was here now. Looking for salvation. *** Kneeling on the floor, stripped of every- thing, but his own skin Spike closed his eyes beneath the soft silk of the blindfold. He could hear the slap of leather against flesh and he wanted to scream. A soft cool hand caressed his shoulder and he found himself whimpering. Wanting that hand to touch him as it once had long ago. He needed the pain. "Stand." The whisper sent shivers down his spine straight to his cock causing it to swell and throb with the blood he had so recently consumed. It's coppery flavor still lingered on the back of his tongue, but it was lacking. He wanted to taste his grandsire's blood. He wanted to taste his flesh as well. Stumbling to his feet he listened as Angel walked around him---silent and forbidd- ing---like a God. For Spike he was. The scent of Angel's flesh was intoxicating and musky. Damp leaves and fresh earth. And beneath it all was the whisper of his blood. Not the blood he drank, but the blood that sat thick and dark awaiting to feed an acolyte of his bloodline. A childe that needed what only it's sweet thickness could provide. Those soft cool hands now settled on his collar bone---caressing and claiming. Another whimper rose in his throat as long slim fingers slid down along his smooth pale chest. Memorizing each curve of lean muscle with gentle tantalizing touches. Fingertips circled his nipples like the flutter of butterfly wings---a bare whisper---until his flesh began to tighten. "Please...," he gasp through dust dry lips. The only answer was the crack of well worn leather against his hip. Spike yelped and turned his head as the pacing resumed. "Please what?" His voice was like a million tiny razors slicing at Spike's flesh. Demanding and sharp. "Please...grandsire." "Better." The hands began to explore again, but now they were rougher. Calling to his soul, to his flesh, and his need as only Angel could. Thumbs brushed across his nipples and large cool fingers curled around his rib cage pulling him close. Close enough that he could smell the blood Angel had drank earlier. The scent only made him harden more. Angel drew him close taking his mouth in a rough kiss, his tongue pushing into Spike's mouth and tasting---teasing. As quickly as the kiss came it ended and Spike found himself struggling against the cuffs that held his wrists behind him. He wanted to touch Angel. Feel the hard muscle beneath his porcelain perfect skin, feel the coolness, and the presence of his blood. He was drawn from his thoughts by the feel of those familiar hands tangling in his hair and yanking back his head. His throat arched out as he gasp from the familiar pain. "What do you want boy?" "You...," he whispered. He was pushed forward brutally hitting the mattress hard enough to knock the air out of him---if he had needed to breath. He felt the weight of Angel settle on top of him---straddling him---and the feel of his cock brushing the small of his back. Those same cool hands caressed his back and the corded muscles of his bound arms. "So perfect...," Angel hissed as he leaned in his incisors brushing against Spike's throat. Beneath them Spike's cock twitched---eager to be touched---as he squirmed beneath the weight pinning him. "Please...Jesus...bloody Christ!" Spike cried out as Angel's teeth sank into his throat. There was nothing like the feel of those ivory blades sinking into his flesh---drawing out blood---giving him the pain he needed. The darkness only made it more erotic. "Fuck me...," he gasped as he ground his hips into the mattress. Angel drew back, his tongue sliding along the ragged wound in Spike's throat. "Is that what you want? My cock pounding...," "Yes!" Spike roared in need. Before he could say another word Angel was kneeling behind him, his hands yanking his hips up, and pushing his legs apart. He gasp as Angel positioned himself and pushed for- ward viciously. As Angel ripped into him his hips bucked back in response to the pain. This was what he wanted more than anything. Claimed. Saved by the pain that told him he was here. That he was being taken. He ground his teeth together as Angel pounded into him, hitting just the right spot. There would be bruises, scratches, and even bites tomorrow, but it didn't matter. The torment he felt was being washed away in a tide of lust, blood, and brutality. This was what it was to be a vampire. A mix of pain and pleasure so overwhelming that nothing else mattered. Not the fact that tomorrow the mask would be back. That again the torment would fill him to the point of breaking. Angel pulled him back pinning his already bound arms between their sweat slicked bodies. His fingers teased and twisted his nipples as his fangs slipped back into Spike's convulsing throat. Yes, to be owned by a God was what he needed. He cried out in guttural roars as he rode Angel hard. His own cock leaking and swollen slapping against the flat muscled plane of his stomach. Angel drew back one hand halting Spike's desperate movements---the other curling around his aching erection. With a grunt Angel bit into his own wrist drawing out what Spike desired even more than the sex---blood. The blood that had created his sire and the blood that had ultimately created him. His head lifted as Angel curled his arm so his bleeding wrist drifted within inches of Spike's dry mouth. "Is this what you want?" "Yes." "Say it Spike." "Fuck me...feed me...save me...," he gasp as his hips lifted then lowered slowly. Angel lowered his wrist to Spike's mouth as he blindly sought out the blood of his family and of his past. At the same time he bit into Spike's throat and began to pump his cock with rough strokes. As Spike drank he began to ride Angel's cock with desperate plunges. Blood thick and sweet filled Spike's mouth cascading down his throat just as Angel's erection began to pulse deep in his ass. He was being fucked, fed, and seconds later his own cock exploded sending pearly strands of cool cum across his chest. Blood and sex. Sex and blood. Humans didn't see the truth. They were interchangable. Both were life. Spike tore his mouth from Angel's wrist his mouth contorting with a scarlet scream that ripped from the pit of his soul. Seconds later as his muscles contracted around Angel's thick erection that scream was echoed by Angel's own soul wrenching scream. *** After what seemed like hours Spike woke as the cuffs around his wrists were released. "You okay?" Spike smiled as Angel tugged the blindfold down revealing his bright eyes. "Of course I am you sodden fool." He rolled over into his grandsire's embrace as he blinked against the dim candlelight and his vision shifted. They curled around one another like giant cats, their legs tangl- ing together, and their lips meeting. Tongues danced together as they tasted each other's blood and the desire that seasoned it. So similar, yet different. "You know the others would never under- stand...," Angel whispered in his ear. "Let 'em go to bloody hell already...I could give them directions." "Me too." Angel snorted. A soft silence embraced them as they lay in the aftermath of their feast. Sheets stained with their blood and their passsion. "Why did you...," "...decide to come to you?" Spike's dark brow rose as he finished Angel's question. "Yes." "Cause I knew of all the places I could go this was the only place I could find what I had lost." Angel pushed up on one elbow. "And what was that?" "Salvation." He whispered as sleep began to claim him. For tonight they would rest in each other's arms, but tomorrow both their masks would be back in place. Hiding the truth they both knew all to well. Eventually one of them would have to die so the other might truly live---again. The End