Title: Carry On, Carry On Epilogue.
Author: Inca
Final Chance at [email protected]
Rating NC 17
Angel/Spike
Disclaimer: Belong to someone else
Spoilers: Up to 5.22 �Not Fade Away�
Summary: Spike and Angel. Carrying On.
Authors notes: Robert Service delivered the title, which is also the title of his poem. I thought of it when I read the transcript for �Not Fade Away�.
Italics indicate something that�s happened in the past.
Angel�s direct thoughts indicated by a tab space.
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Epilogue � Carry On
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Sixteen months later.
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Dammit!
Angel stepped back from the pantry to glare into it. He reached forward and shifted it�s contents around again.
�Grrr.� He said softly.
He backed up and sat down on the kitchen bench, plucking the phone from the wall. He punched some numbers and held it to his ear, disinterestedly gazing out the kitchen window, plucking at some of Spike�s metal rings he was wearing.
Ring. Ring.
Ring.
�Yeah?� A gruff cockney voice answered.
�Hello.�
�Peaches.� Spike identified. �You�re awake.�
�Yes. Out on a case?�
�Yep, usual. Why are you calling?�
�There�s no chocolate. Bring me home some?�
There was a short silence. �Right. Peppermint?�
�Yesss.� Angel hissed excitedly.
�This one time, pet. Just once.� He severed the connection.
Angel grinned. He�d only said that every single time Angel had rung him up asking for sweets.
Angel hopped off the bench and then stopped, a smirk slipping onto his face. He reached back, grabbed the phone and pressed redial, waiting two rings before hanging up. Spike hated being pranked. He chuckled.
Angel went to the lounge room and flicked on the TV. He jumped back onto the couch, on his stomach. His clothes were chosen for maximum comfort, and, for the clothes Spike bought him, easy removal. At the moment he was wearing a long white sweater that was baggy enough to cover his still thin body so he didn�t feel self conscious, but well fitted. His jeans were light denim, with the whiskery pattern at the top of his legs. His feet were bare as usual, and sometime a couple of days ago Spike had painted his toenails black while Angel was sleeping, and he still hadn�t gone to get nail polish remover.
The DVD remote was lying in front of him, and he used it to start the disc already in the machine. Gunn had bought him a set of Charmed discs for his birthday a few months ago. He liked Charmed. Well, he liked Rose McGowan mostly and didn�t hesitate to mention it teasingly to Spike any time he could. When he�d received the gift, Spike�s eyes had frosted over.
�What? Rose McGowan is really pretty!� Angel had laughed. �And Charmed is a really good show.�
That night Spike had taken him to bed, but had been particularly vicious, leaving bruises and small bite marks all over Angel�s body. Angel had teased the jealousy out ever since.
The phone rang and Angel rolled off the couch to answer it. He got halfway to the kitchen when it stopped.
�Bastard!� Angel laughed. He could imagine Spike�s smirk, his blue eyes smug.
He wandered back into the lounge and his eyes lit upon a message in Gunn�s handwriting.
Spike, ring Buffy. Thursday.
He scrunched his face up. He�d met Buffy. Ever since then, she�d been checking up on them. She seemed convinced Spike was going to do something to him. She was a petite woman in her late twenties, with blonde hair that she normally pulled back from a pretty face. She always seemed upset about something. Angel just wanted to tell her to lighten up when she was over, her mouth always distrustful and taut. Apparently they knew each other. Angel didn�t remember, but that didn�t really mean much, he�d only met his son about a year ago.
He smiled. Connor was nice. Spike and Gunn had explained that he didn�t raise Connor, and that made him a little sad. All the circumstances around that. He and Connor had grown close. Connor lived nearby and they caught up for coffees and lunches in between his job. Angel liked that his son�s hair seemed as permanently messy as his own did, and he also had a skinny look about him. Spike sometimes came along, but when he did, he was strangely subdued. Connor had definitely grown on Angel fast. It was strange. He didn�t really know him as his son. But, when he�d learnt about Connor�s quick promotion, he�d swelled with pride. It was a nice feeling.
Buffy had met Connor, but Angel guessed he wasn�t really her type.
A demon baby had just flicked its forked tongue at Rose. �Cute� her voice sarcastic, wrinkling her nose as Angel pondered.
He�d met many people over the past year. Word was catching that he was awake. A few were sad at the lack of recognition on his face when they talked, but they smiled bravely and told him how they knew each other. Willow, a witch he�d met, was really nice to him, and very bouncy. Her energy worked up Angel�s own. They�d had a water fight one day and Buffy had just stared open mouthed. A dark haired woman named Faith had a strange reaction upon her arrival. Joy that he was awake and well, but sad he had forgotten her. She told him he had helped her, a long time ago. He liked Faith. She�d chuckled and said now she knew more about him than he did himself, explaining she�d somehow taken a stroll through his memories. She shared his love of sweet things. He called her many times she was good to talk to but she was always giving him different numbers. She moved around a lot. She sent him a huge block of Swiss chocolate for his birthday and he had fawned over her every time they�d seen each other since then. Illyria had scared him; her vacant blue eyes seemed to see right through him and she depressed him.
Spike had also taken him to see a green demon named Lorne. He�d sung, terribly, so Lorne could �read� him. He still didn�t understand what that was about, but he had eavesdropped on Spike explaining to a tearful Buffy what the demon had seen.
�This is how he is.� The words resounded in Angel�s head. �What ever mojo happened that night? It�s staying stuck. Like he�s been stripped of all the vampire years. He remembers things from different centuries, like clothes and the sort, but nothing specific about himself. He knows how technology has grown, and knows a time before it, but he says it�s like he watched it in a movie, like he wasn�t there.�
�What can we do? Get Willow to cast a ��
�Why? This is still Angel, just without the years of murder and death on him. This is what he wanted. To forget.� Spike hissed. �He�s happy now, this is what he should have always been and I won�t let you come here and destroy that. That is Angel. And you leave him alone.�
Angel had stood outside the door, smiling as his eyes watered.
"Mommy tried to kill us," Rose said, knocking Angel out of his thoughts. "But look at how cute he is!"
Mmmmm, Rose is pretty�
Angel had a sudden flash of Spike�s voice saying that. �Pretty.�
�You�re so pretty, like this. So beautiful.�
Angel tried to think when the phantom voice had originated. �Do you trust me?� Spike�s voice asked, and Angel grinned as he remembered. It was only a few months ago. He happily sunk into the memory.
�Yes.� He�d answered, softly.
�Show me. Trust me.� Spike murmured, the flames from the few candles scattered around the room, fluttering over his naked skin and making his eyes flash.
�But I feel�stupid.� Angel giggled nervously.
He was lying naked under the black covers in Spike�s bed. He had the dark sheets pulled up over his chest. Spike was nonchalantly standing, bringing a candle closer to the bed and setting it down. He was completely unashamed of his body, the smooth almost translucent skin wrapped over taut muscles on show as he walked. He turned and looked for something, and Angel admired his back, his wider shoulders tapering down to his waist. He twisted back and smirked at his gazing, the dark patch of hair drawing Angel�s eyes. He loved looking at Spike. The body on display was so perfect, every line flawless, every curve designed to make Angel thoughts circle around one thing.
�Don�t.� Spike said simply.
He started to pull the sheet down but Angel grabbed it playfully, sitting up against the headboard. Spike rolled his eyes and lifted one knee onto the bed, sitting back on that foot, while the other was flat on the ground.
�I�ve seen you naked.�
�I know, but � � Angel searched for the right words to explain, beyond embarrassment. �Never with you just � looking��
�Do you know how I can sit here in the buff? Why I want to?�
�You�re body is nice? Its not all scrawny and stupid looking?�
Spike carried on, ignoring him. �It�s because I trust you. I trust that you love me. Every bit of me. Every pore, every hair, regardless of what I looked like, because that�s how I love you.�
Angel smiled uncomfortable at the confession, but loving it anyway.
�You�re rather poetic sometimes.� Angel said softly.
Spike smiled. �I�m known to be.� He agreed.
He pulled at the sheet and Angel let it go, wincing in an almost painful embarrassment, as Spike�s eyes raked over him. He was sitting, his back against the headboard, his knees up and slightly open, exposed.
�You�re so pretty, like this. So beautiful. Perfect.�
Angel cringed at the compliment, but felt himself growing hard. He whipped his knees together.
�No!� Spike whispered, like a child getting a treat taken from him. He crawled up onto the bed fully and placed black tipped hands on Angel�s knees. He lent forward. And kissed his lips lightly, pushing Angel�s knees apart as he distracted him.
�I know what you�re doing.� Angel said.
Spike grinned lasciviously, and sat back, placing a kiss on top of one of Angel�s knees and moved them wide apart.
Angel let out a high pitched noise and grabbed a pillow, shoving his face into the dark cloth and creating a pseudo barrier between him and Spike�s white-hot gaze on his body.
He felt Spike pull his feet apart so his body, cock and balls were completely on exhibition for Spike�s volition.
�Oh god, Angel, just looking at you � like that ��
A hand roamed over his thighs, and then another joined it as Spike rubbed the softness of Angel�s belly, and up over his chest.
He felt his legs being pulled down, towards Spike, and his body slid down a little on the headboard. His head and upper shoulders were still propped up, but the rest of him lay flat. Spike bent his legs up like before and placed his feet flat on the bed, spreading Angel�s legs wide open again.
There was no movement for a moment or two, then Spike snatched the pillow away and sat back on his feet. He was hard, his blue eyes filled with want as they slid over every measure of him. Angel looked down to see his own hard cock and embarrassment flared up brightly inside him again, before fading surprisingly swiftly. He watched his stomach expand with his breath, in and out calmly, and his ribs prominent as he rolled a little to get more comfortable. He looked back up at Spike to see the vampire leaning back, eyes big and pupils dilated as he took in the wanton sight before him. Spike�s knees were spread as well, his feet under his buttocks supporting his weight, his long white fingers twitching on his thighs. Sitting there, motionless, his eyes bright and the light flickering off his cheekbones, the dip in his shoulders, his flat belly, he looked to Angel as though he had been painted by some lecherous god. Snatched from a wet dream and granted with life, if only to drive people insane with unrequited lust. Spike held a confidence and sexuality that Angel felt he could never hope to match or even come close to. He didn�t know what he�d do with a power over people as strong as the vampires. Spike reached down with one hand, and never taking his hypnotised gaze of Angel�s prostrate body, began to stroke his fingers along his own cock.
The embarrassed shade fell from Angel�s face. He felt it fall. And shatter. He still felt self-conscious and vulnerable, but watching this exquisite, carnal creature become aroused by his body, made Angel feel powerful, and decadent. And very beautiful. He rolled his body subtly, starting from his hips and working the movement up to his shoulders, making his body slither enticingly.
Spike�s body jerked in response, and his mouth stuttered open.
Angel watched this and placed a hand onto his chest, sweeping it across, around the curves of his body. Over his stomach, feeling his waist and brushing his fingers through the top of his pubic hair.
Spike was now jerking his cock to an intense inner rhythm.
Angel swallowed and kept his body moving, small lithe movements, so Spike could look anywhere and his body would be in motion for his gaze. He was moving his body like he was pretending Spike�s cock was inside him, moving the muscles that worked as his body was thrust into.
He ran a finger up his cock and Spike made a desperate noise, reaching down with his other hand to massage at his balls.
Angel jerked himself slowly a few times, noticing that Spike was panting, something he rarely did. Angel swallowed his growing embarrassment as he thought of a final thing that he could do, for Spike, in this carnal performance. Something Spike would love. He could barely believe what he was doing, feeling very comely and seductive as he performed for his lover.
He continued to pull himself, and reached up with his other hand and stuck his fingers in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them. Spike�s eyes were frantically jumping between his two hands. Angel took a deep breath, looked at Spike panting as he worked himself and felt his cock twitch at the visual. He brought his hand down and hooked it under his leg. Spike�s jerking had slowed; his eyes fixed on Angel�s hands.
With a small whimper Angel pushed the tip of his finger into his hole, his eyes closing with pleasure as Spike came with an ear-shattering yell.
�Angel? Where are you pet?�
Angel sat up straight, realising his cock was hard against his jeans.
"Well, you could tell us your name -- unless you prefer being called 'The Beast.' Rose said perkily from the screen.
He grabbed a pillow putting it on his lap, giggling furiously. Spike came into the room, clad in his usual black, his heavy boots silent on the carpet as he moved with the fluid grace Angel adored. Spike glared at Rose, before turning to Angel.
�Chocolate. Peppermint.� He said, tossing a block to Angel.
Angel smiled at him, still giggling a little. He could feel his cock digging into his jeans and up into the pillow.
�What?�
�Thankyou.�
Spike narrowed his eyes, and sniffed the air. A knowing glint filled the dark blue iris�.
�What have you been doing?� He asked suspiciously, slipping down into the couch next to him.
�Nothing.� Angel said, making his eyes wide and hopefully innocent.
Spike kissed him and ran his hand up into the back of Angel�s hair. He tugged a little at the strands, before stroking the nape of his neck. He then ran his hand down Angel�s jaw, still kissing him, continuing down his chest and stomach. He reached under the pillow and Angel smiled. He felt Spike�s fingers wrap around him, then unzip the jeans to snake inside.
�Naughty pet.� Spike breathed into his ear.
Angel grinned and reached for the chocolate and scratched it open. He took a bite and chewed as Spike�s hand worked him.
�Spike?� he whispered chocolaty breath into Spike�s face.
�What pet?� Spike said lecherously into his jawbone.
�Will it always be like this?� He moaned as Spike sped up.
�Me jerking you off while you eat chocolate and watch that slut Rose McGowan?�
�Yes.� Angel answered, laughing and groaning at the same time.
�Why not?� He said, biting Angel�s earlobe as he pulled and squeezed at Angel�s cock. He could feel him getting closer.
�You and me?� panted Angel, searching Spike�s eyes.
�Always.�
Finis.