Pairing: Angelus/Spike
Summary: Angelus returns to the warehouse angry and only finds Spike there.
Spoilers: Season 2 Buffy. This story is an interlude after the events of Bewitched, Bothered & Bewildered.
Warnings: M/M sex, biting, and bloodplay
Disclaimer: Joss created the characters. I'm just playing with boys, and having lots of fun while I do.
Authors' Note: Thanks to <http://spankspike.livejournal.com/profile> [info] <http://spankspike.livejournal.com/> spankspike for the quick read through and suggestions. As always, thanks to <http://anamcara420.livejournal.com/profile> [info] <http://anamcara420.livejournal.com/> anamcara420 for her beta and help with the ending when I decided to change it.
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"God damn fickle women!" Angelus yelled as he stormed into the warehouse, banging five bottles of wine on the table. He ripped off his coat and threw it onto the closest chair. As he continued his ranting, he didn't hear Spike enter the big room.
"What's got your knickers in a twist?" Spike asked as he came to a stop at the large table in the center of the room.
He spun around at Spike's voice and glared at him. "It's that crazy Childe of mine."
"Dru?" Spike looked around for her, and then turned his eyes back warily to the angry, pacing vampire. "Where is she?"
"How the hell should I know?" Angelus yelled. "Right now, I really don't care. If she comes home anytime soon, I swear I'll beat her senseless! God damn women!"
"Yea, yea mate.you already said that. What did she do now?"
Stomping around the room, cursing loudly, he spat out what had happened earlier that evening. "Decided to pay Buffy a visit this evening. Saw something better instead. Xander and Cordelia were in her room, so I pulled him out the window and onto the ground."
"You did what? What were you thinking?! All you're gonna do is piss her off. You should just kill her and get it over with!"
Angelus snarled. "Don't tell me what to do boy! I was thinking of leaving a little Valentines' Day present on her doorstep in the form of a dead Xander. I had him, was about to go for the jugular. I could feel the fear rolling off the boy, his body shaking in terror. It was intoxicating. Then."
"Then what? The slayer find ya and kick your ass to this side of Sunday?"
Angelus glared at Spike, almost trembling with rage. "No, it was that damn Childe of mine."
"Dru? What the.?"
"Yea, that was my reaction after she threw me off the boy and up against a tree." Angelus hurled himself down in a chair, popped the cork off one of the bottles and took a deep draught of the dark red contents. Sliding a bottle over to Spike, he continued, "She then had the nerve to tell me not to harm a hair on the boy's head. Said she'd finally found a 'real' man. A 'real' man! That stupid twit probably doesn't know where to stick his dick. What the fuck was she thinking?"
Astounded by what Angelus was telling him, Spike growled, "Well, you stopped her didn't you? You didn't let her sire that useless whelp did you?" Stunned, the injured vampire picked up the bottle and gulped down a quarter of the liquid, sputtering as he drank too fast.
Angelus got up and walked to Spike. He pounded the younger vampire on the back as he choked on the wine. "I left. I guess I drove her crazier than I thought. Maybe taking care of you has made her soft." Returning to his chair, he smirked and took another deep swallow of the wine, watching as the hurt ran across the younger vampire's flushed face.
Spike stopped coughing but his face was a mask of fury and pain. "YOU WHAT?! Why didn't you stop her?" Incensed, Spike shrieked at the older vampire.
"Don't use that tone with me, boy!" He growled at the vampire in the wheelchair. "Don't worry, she was interrupted by a group of women even crazier than she is. Cordelia came out and grabbed the halfwit; they ran back into the Slayer's house. The other women managed to break down the door, but Dru wasn't able to enter. Last I saw her she was storming away."
"Why didn't you go after her and bring her back here?" Spike's voice was a cross between a whine and sob; his outburst had exhausted him.
"Because I don't care to see her face right now." Angelus polished off his bottle and started with another.
Angelus watched as Spike threw his now empty wine bottle up against the wall. As the wheelchair-bound vampire started out of the room, he asked, "And where do you think you're going?"
Spinning around quickly, Spike glared back at him. "I'm going out to find her, which is what you should be doing!"
Standing up, Angelus quickly strode toward the crippled vampire, grabbing the chair by the handles. "You're not going anywhere, boy!" He pushed the chair back up to the table. Sitting down, he pushed another bottle toward the enraged blonde vampire. "She'll come home soon enough. Besides, how far do you think you'll get in that chair?" Grasping the offered bottle, Spike popped the cork and slugged the contents down.
"You know I'm right, boy. It would take you forever to find her, and before you could get half way across town, she'd be back. So you might as well stay and wait."
"Fine!" Spike snarled as he grabbed a bottle off the table and placed it between his legs. He turned the chair around and began to wheel out of the room, squinting his eyes tightly to fight back his tears.
"Where are you going?" Angelus asked as he stood up, grabbing another bottle.
"To my room, you git. I may not be able to go after her, but it doesn't mean I have to stay here with you!" He tossed his furious words over his shoulder as he rolled to the room he shared with Dru, whenever she wasn't with Angelus.
Smiling evilly, Angelus followed him. He had seen the tears the boy tried to hide. He stood in the doorway, watching as Spike struggled to situate the chair close to the bedside table for leverage. "Need any help?"
Spike spun around and glared at the older vampire. "No, and get the hell out of here!"
"Come now Spikey. I'm here and all you have to do is ask." He walked toward the other vampire, laughing as Spike tried to get away from him.
"Get out of here now Angelus, or."
"Or what, Spike? You'll run me over?" He watched as Spike parked the chair next to the bed; placing the bottle on the nearby table, he tried to lift himself out of the chair. Rolling his eyes at the boy's stubbornness, Angelus walked over, placed his own bottle next to Spike's and pulled the chair away from the bed.
"Come on and quit being a brat. I've had enough of that for one night." He took his Childe's arm and put it around his shoulder. Reaching down and sliding his other arm under Spike's useless legs, he lifted the crippled vampire from the chair. He kicked the chair and ignored it as it rolled away and banged against the wall opposite the bed.
Leaning down, he placed Spike onto the bed, propping him up so that he was leaning against the headboard. He grabbed the bottles of wine off the nightstand and handed one to Spike. He watched with amusement as the irate vampire grabbed the bottle from his hand.
"Okay, you did your good deed for the day. Now get the hell out of here!" Spike ground out between clenched teeth.
"What's the matter with you, Spike? I remember a time when you used to like my company - used to beg and plead for it. Now you have my undivided attention and here you are ordering me to leave."
"That was a long time ago Angelus. I was young and bloody stupid. Not like that anymore." Closing his eyes, he took another long swallow of the alcohol. He frowned when he felt the felt the bed shift. He opened his eyes and saw that Angelus was still there, sitting on the bed next to him. The injured vampire lashed out in fury. "Thought I told you to get out of here! Just leave me alone and go about your plans for the Slayer, as bloody brainless as they may be."
"Better watch that mouth of yours, Spike. I have grand plans for breaking the Slayer. If you're a good boy, I'll let you take part in them. Well, as much as your current state will allow, that is." He grinned as he climbed further on the bed stretching out next to Spike. He chuckled as he felt Spike try to get away from him.
"Would you just lie still. I'm not going to bite you."
"Yea, right mate. Why don't you just leave?" Settling down, he took another big swig from the bottle. Glancing over at the older vampire, "Well.."
"Well what? I'm not leaving. Get used to it. Feel like some company."
"Company? Whatever you say mate. Just gonna ignore you - pretend you're not even here." That said Spike closed his eyes.
"Ignore me?" Angelus laughed out loud as he shifted closer to the vampire next to him. "When have you ever been able to ignore me? Pretend all you want Spike, but you can't ignore me."
"Can too." He felt Angelus move closer to him. He tried to move away, but gave up knowing that Angelus would only move closer.
"If you can ignore me so easily, can pretend I'm not here, then why are you trying so desperately to get away from me? Admit it Spike, you could never ignore me."
"Would you just shut the hell up? Christ, but you're giving me a sodding headache." Spike placed the bottle up to his lips and drained the contents.
Taking the empty bottle from Spike's hand, Angelus placed it on the nightstand along with his own. Turning back to the angry, blonde vampire, he leaned over onto his side and propped his head in his hand. He smiled as he watched Spike lie there trying to pretend his Sire's body wasn't right next to his.
Reaching out with his other hand, he ran his long fingers along the curve of Spike's jaw and watched as the slender man jerked his head away, blue eyes opening with shock. "What the hell are you doing? Get your hands off me."
"Used to be a time Spike, when you liked it when I would touch you. I remember a time when you'd crave it, beg me to touch you." He ran his hand down Spike's neck, across his shoulder, and continued down his arm.
"That was a long time ago Angelus. I don't know what your game is, but I'm not playing!"
Feeling the younger vampire shiver under his hands he continued, "Come now Spike, you don't mean that. Can you honestly say that you don't miss the pleasure we used to give each other? That in all these years, you've never once thought about it, wanted it, hungered for it?" Angelus spoke softly, almost purring.
After he brushed the almost luminescent skin on Spike's elegant hand, he ran his fingers back up the pale arm and followed the curve under his Childe's arm and traced down the side of the lean body. "Your body remembers my touch, Spike. I can feel it quivering under my caresses. Why do you deny it?" When he reached the top of the black jeans, he brought his fingers across the taut stomach and up the middle of the lean chest and across one nipple, now hard underneath the black material of the t-shirt. "When did you come to hate me so much?"
Spike turned his head to the other vampire, shock emanating from his blue eyes. "You're kidding? Right?"
Angelus looked innocently at his Childe, "No, I'm not kidding. I want to know. You didn't used to hate me so much. Sure we fought like banshees, but."
Spike didn't let him finish. Anger glazed his eyes, "Bloody hell! Hate doesn't even cover what I feel for you. You abandoned me to that she-devil, Darla. Disappeared without a word. Then you showed back up in China, only to disappear again. No explanation, no goodbyes. Just left me to care for Dru alone. Darla may have thrown you out, but she missed you, and Dru and I suffered her wrath. Then I find you here playing lapdog to the slayer."
"You know why Spike. I didn't leave, Darla kicked me out when she found out I had a soul. What else was I to do? You don't know what it was like, what it felt like. I had to spend 100 years trapped, raging inside, while 'Angel' kept to himself, only feeding on rats."
"I don't care! Why didn't you come to me?" Spike shouted, emotion cloaking his words.
"Come on, Spike.let's be real here. Do you honestly believe that your reaction wouldn't have been the same as Darla's? I wasn't me any more. I wasn't your Sire. He was gone."
"We'll never know will we? You didn't have the balls to try. Instead you just ran away like a coward!"
"Boy." Angelus growled dangerously but Spike interrupted, too enraged to be afraid.
"No! Let me finish. Then you lose that sodding soul and come back. I was so happy to see you, but you weren't.aren't the same. You're some crazy loon who looks like my Sire, but you aren't." His fury stilled and he spoke again in a whispered sob. "My Sire.my Sire is gone." Angry at himself for showing his feelings, he pushed the hand off his body and turned slowly over onto his side; trying to hide his emotions. Sighing in frustration, he closed his eyes. "You ignore me, taunt me, tease me. You haven't once tried to help me. Instead you flaunt yourself in front of me, going to Dru. Oh forget it, Angelus. Just leave me be. Go find your other Childe and get your jollies off with her."
Angelus was silent. The older vampire pulled Spike over onto his back, staring down at the sharp cheekbones, the pale, soft skin. The younger vampire didn't open his eyes.
He brushed his hand down Spike's chest and pulled the black material up, freeing it from the confines of the denim. "I don't want my other Childe. I want you." When the material was free, he moved his hand underneath it and slid it up to grasp a hard nipple between his fingers.
Spike hissed and turned his head away. "Since when? Seems to me you've been gettin' off on playing with Dru in front of me." Spike bit his lower lip as Angelus continued to play with his nipple.
Moving closer to the lean body next to him, Angelus ran the tip of his tongue along the rim of Spike's ear. "And why do you think I was doing that?" Hearing the younger vampire take in an unneeded breath, he smiled as he moved his mouth along the shell of Spike's ear and nibbled on the soft flesh of the lobe, biting it gently with his human teeth.
"Who knows your reasons for doing anything these days, ponce."
Angelus stiffened at Spike's continued taunts but continued to stroke the smaller vampire's chest, moving his hand over to the other hard nub, his moist tongue tracing a path down the column of the trembling vampire's neck. He hovered over the mark made all those years ago in an alley in London. "Come on Spike, I know you enjoy being petted and I know that Drusilla is so often distracted that she doesn't remember to give you release. She is too used to you giving her pleasure. Your body remembers me, look how it responds." He nipped at the scar, biting down and sucking gently feeling his boy's body shivering in passion
Without realizing what he was doing, Spike turned his neck, exposing more of the area to Angelus' mouth. "You're telling me you were doing all that to get a reaction out of me? Get off it Angelus. I'm not buying it - not for one minute."
Removing his hand from underneath Spike's t-shirt, he grabbed the boy's hand and placed it over his hard cock. "Feel that? Does that answer your question? Dru could never satisfy me like you did, my boy. Your mouth.your hands were far more talented." When Spike tried to pull his hand away, Angelus pushed it harder into his groin. "Darla couldn't either. Why do you think she hated you so much and did everything she could to keep me away from you?"
Releasing Spike's hand, Angelus sat up and grabbed the black t-shirt and tore it right down the middle, exposing the pale flesh and hard pink nubs. Determined to ignore any objections from his Childe, he lowered his head and took one of the nubs into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, biting it with his human teeth. The once protesting vampire shuddered and raised his chest up off the bed pressing into Angelus' mouth, a slight moan escaping between parted lips. Angelus reached down with his hand and massaged Spike's hard cock encased in tight, black denim.
The moan from the younger vampire soon turned into a whimper as Angelus continued to tease the small nub with his tongue and teeth. Slowly, with deft fingers, he soon had the button and zipper of the jeans undone, releasing the hard organ from its confines. Spike might not have the use of his legs, but there was nothing wrong with his cock; it was hard and erect against his flat stomach. Taking it in his hand, the Angelus stroked it, using some of the pre-cum as lubrication.
Spike thrashed his head back and forth, his moans growing louder with each stroke and despite his attempts to stop them, tears fell down his lovely face. "Angelus, please.please don't. You'll just leave me again and I will be lost."
Something in his boy's voice touched his unbeating heart. Angelus gently brushed the tears away and whispered. "Hush Childe, I will not leave you. I will kill the Slayer quickly and we can be off. Would you like to go to Ireland? Paris? Wherever you want. We will leave this infernal sunshine and you, Dru and I will be together. Like before."
The younger vampire opened his captivating blue eyes, still glittering with tears. "Promise?"
"Yes, I promise. Now, let me make you feel good." Angelus massaged Spike's broken body, kissing over it gently. He enjoyed watching the boy writhe in passion. He put his fingers over the younger man's lips and they were immediately sucked into his mouth. Angelus groaned in arousal. Surprised at his own tenderness, Angelus carefully brushed his fingers over the perineum inserting one finger. He thrust it upward hitting the special place. Spike hissed and whimpered in pleasure. Angelus pushed in another finger and moved them within the tight passage.
"Oh God, Sire. God yes, please, yes. It's been so long. I need you." Spike demanded.
Angelus lifted Spike and quickly put pillows beneath him. Lubricating his cock with the milky fluid oozing from his boy's head, he entered quickly. Spike gasped. "More, I need more Sire!"
The older vampire thrust deeper into the battered body hitting the prostate each time. Spike moaned and held tightly onto his arms. Angelus had wondered if Spike would be able to feel anything because of his injury. But apparently it was only his legs that were paralyzed. Angelus grasped the boy's hardened cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts.
Angelus heard a noise and stopped mid-thrust. Drusilla was standing in the doorway watching. Her eyes filled with tears; her mouth trembling.
"Daddy.you said.you said I was your favorite Childe, not Spike!" She wailed.
Startled at being interrupted, Spike stared at the woman who had been his only love for ninety years. "Dru." He began.
"Shhhh!" She responded, tapping her lips with a finger. The tears were gone from her eyes and anger blazed. "Daddy.you said that Spike couldn't."
Angelus interrupted as he pulled his hard cock out of Spike. As he stood up, he tried to surreptitiously push his cock back inside his trousers. "I thought you were looking for love with Xander.you told me he was "a real man. Remember?" He growled at her angrily.
Spike spoke up for the first time. "Yea, Dru, what's up with that? Xander? Are you nuts?" He shouted.
"It was a spell. The breeze told me later." She spun around laughing. "The boy had someone do a spell.make that other girl love him. Is that why you being naughty with Spike? Were you affected by the spell too, Daddy?"
Angelus grinned at his clever girl. "Why yes darling, that must have been it. What other reason could there be."
"There's blood on your cheek, Pet." Spike said quietly.
The dark-haired woman lifted her long white fingers to her cheek. "Oh.after the breeze spoke to me, I floated with it to the shops. Saw a lovely frock. The girl wouldn't let me have it. She tasted tangy.like vinegar."
She walked toward Angelus never glancing at Spike. She put her arms around his neck. "Daddy." She whispered, as she stood on tiptoe and drew Angelus down to her. She held him tightly and licked up his neck and swirling her tongue in the shell of his ear.
Angelus stiffened despite his annoyance.
Drusilla broke away and laughed as she danced to music only she could hear. She stopped suddenly, smiled and walked close to Angelus. She pressed her hand against his hardened groin. "I want that. You promised." She said as she pouted prettily.
Angelus could never stay angry at his crazy Childe. He took her hand and kissed it. "It's for you, darlin', just for you." He whispered with just a hint of his Irish past in his voice. The two vampires walked away from Spike without a word or a glance.
Spike sat in the bed seething, fighting the tears in his eyes and the hurt in his heart. "Liar. You always were a liar, Angelus." He said to the empty room as he threw off the covers and stood up next to the bed and growled. "Me too, Mate.me too! But I'm better at keepin' secrets." He took the lamp from the bedside table and smashed it to the floor.
"You'll pay for this, Angelus."
THE END