The Hyperion was eerily quiet except for the creaking and groaning of the old
building as it settled in upon itself for the night. Everyone except Spike and
Angel had moved on to better quarters with the help of their hefty new salaries
from Wolfram and Hart. Now, the old building had only the two lifeless, literally
and figuratively, vampires to occupy it. Spike had been there for almost six
weeks now. It was funny that he always ended up back with the poof somehow.
He was stretched across his bed on his stomach slowly clicking through channels that were not showing anything of interest in the midnight hour. The effort was only made to keep his mind off of her. Buffy. Lost to him again but this time it was by choice and sacrifice. They had come through the fight with the First somehow and when Buffy had said she was coming to LA he had tagged along. At first to protect what he considered his and then when she had gone, he had stayed because he really had nowhere else to go. And besides if she ever returned from her retirement this would be where she would go. But for now, while she was living a ‘normal’ life with Dawn, he would stay here.
The footsteps started down the hallway and he felt himself tense as Angel came closer. It was the same every night as his Sire would come just to the edge of his doorway and ask if he was all right. If he was ready to talk yet and every night Spike would send him away. He didn’t want to talk about the soul that he at times regretted and he didn’t want to talk about the Slayer; the woman that they both loved and they had both let go so she could find out who she was without being the ‘one’. Spike would bark out a refusal and his Sire would go again. The lost and lonely look in those chocolate eyes always made him feel guilty as Angel returned the way he had come.
However tonight Spike was irritated and he didn’t even want to go through their familiar ritual. Angel had dragged him off to Wolfram and Hart to start working earlier that day. He had said he had to earn his keep and start living again. Well, he bloody well didn’t want to. He wanted to hide in this room forever and wallow in his pain and misery and try to figure out why he had let her go.
“Are you all right?”
“No, I’m not,” Spike snarled as he clicked the television off. He was ready to burn off some of the excess tension and hurt in the form of a well placed fist on that perfect face that Buffy had so willingly kissed after spending the night with him. “I hate you. I hate this place. I don’t want to work with you or for you. I’m lonely and I’m tired of always coming in second to you.”
“Well, at least you are ready to communicate.”
Spike kept advancing but Angel stood his ground.
“Look, personally, I think you deserve to rot in hell.”
“Been there, done that, the last time with the help of Buffy.”
By this time Spike was nose to nose with the poof and when he looked into his Sire’s eyes he felt something unfurl through him. It was the first time that both vampires had looked into each other’s eyes since Spike had gotten his soul. There had been glances but never a long gaze and Spike knew that things were different now but he didn’t want to take the time to care or analyze it. His anger was taking precedence over everything else.
“You deserved it if I remember correctly,” Spike continued. Not caring about the warning signals coming from his conscience or from the vampire in front of him. “Never could stand to let anyone else have anything or anyone.”
“They were mine first,” Angel said softly. “You are the one who has never learned to be grateful, Childe. I shared Drusilla with you and although Buffy chose you, I still think she should have staked you for what you did to her. And now I have put a roof over your head, food in your belly and a purpose again and yet you still act as if I am out to get you.”
“What happened between Buffy and me is between Buffy and me,” Spike retorted totally disregarding the rest of Angel’s speech.
“And that is why you have been allowed to exist and why you are here now. At her request.”
Spike laughed as something new entered the picture. It had been a long time but he remembered and he felt his own groin tighten in familiarity of the scent of his Sire’s arousal. Maybe it wasn’t a good fight he needed; maybe it was just a good shag. Although he had made a promise to himself that he would remain faithful to Buffy until she returned, it couldn’t be cheating if it was Angel. After all she was so willing to fly into his arms. What was good for the goose was good for the gander after all.
“Only her request? I think you lie. I think you want restitution for all these things you imagine that you are being so generous with.”
As Spike leaned closer to Angel, those brown eyes widened and Angel took a step backward as his nostrils flared. Apparently he smelled the returning lust of his Childe and the one step back became a return flight down the hallway.
“Times have changed, Spike.” Angel replied as a look of panic was etched on his features. “We’ll finish this discussion tomorrow.”
With that he attempted to turn and run away but Spike maneuvered him against the wall with a hand on either side of the bigger man.
“What are you becoming so prudish about?” Spike said as he leaned against the other’s body. The desire was becoming stronger and he was enjoying the chase after his Sire for once. It wasn’t like he was falling for Peaches or anything but it had been a long time since the last time with Buffy and if nothing else if Angel was in the proper frame of mind he was actually an excellent lover. And Spike was determined to put him in the proper frame of mind. “Can you even count how many times we fucked during those years? How many times after the women were asleep that you would crawl into my bed and take me?” He chuckled softly as he raised his eyes to meet Angel’s. “I even remember once after you got the soul that you decided to spend one last night with me.”
Suddenly he was shoved back against the opposite wall and now it was Angel who was in his face. The anger and lust warring with each other was apparent in the stance of his body and the look in his eyes. Spike laughed again and licked his lips at the power of the being in front of him. He knew that once the fun began he would forget all of his pain for a while. And it was about to become fun.
“Don’t talk to me like that. I said things are different now. And this will never be brought up again.”
“Oh, but it will be,” Spike muttered as his hand cupped Angel’s erection through his pants. “Over and over again if I have my way.”
When Angel groaned as he stroked him, Spike knew he had won. With an inbred cockiness to him he squeezed one last time before releasing the manhood in his palm and Spike turned to saunter back to his room. First the shirt came off and dropped in the hallway, and then he took off one boot and left it where it fell then his other. When he arrived at his bed he undid his jeans and bending over he pushed them down his legs leaving his ass in the air for a moment longer than necessary to make sure that Angel got a good look before standing and kicking them off. Naked as the day he was born and with a grin he turned around to face his Sire before hopping onto the bed.
It took the older vampire only a moment of hesitation before he began his advance to follow Spike. From his position on the bed Spike enjoyed the excellent view as Angel repeated Spike’s walk into the bedroom and by the time he stood at the foot of the bed he was as nude as his Childe.
“Promise I won’t bite,” Spike purred as he held his hand out to Angel whose eyes fluttered closed as if in embarrassment or pain. With a sigh of determination Spike shifted to his knees and crawled down the bed toward him. As gently as he could he laid his hands on Angel’s waist and rained kisses across his chest. When he reached one of the small brown nipples he sucked it into his mouth and smiled around it as a shudder went through the body he was trying to please.
Spike’s arms slid around him and pulled his Sire closer to him as he continued his assault on first one nipple, then left a trail of kisses across the chest to the other. He didn’t want either of them to feel neglected and finally as he bit one hard, Angel groaned and tangled his fingers in those blonde locks holding him in place.
It was heaven and hell to be back in these arms but both armed with souls should bring a new element to what was once a painful fucking. Spike’s head was tugged backwards and for a moment fear coursed through him as he looked up into the face that once delighted in torturing him but this time it was heaven as those lips took his with a passion that he hadn’t felt in forever. The two mouths took to devouring the other, tongues fighting for dominance as Angel took the lead and put one knee on the bed. Spike began to move backwards as Angel advanced.
His Sire’s hands cupped the firm buttocks of his Childe only to lift him so that he could lie him down again. Once Spike was covered by the body of the larger male, a shudder of delight moved through him, as he unconsciously spread his legs to deepen the contact between the two of them.
“Slow down, Childe, we have all night,” Angel whispered in his ear as he ground his cock against Spike’s making him groan in need. “I want to get to know this body again.”
And thus began a slow exploration by mouth and hands that drove Spike to the very depths of great yearning and need. A tongue behind his knee and hands kneading his ass, a gentle bite to his pelvic bone before his nipples were teased unmercifully. All the younger vampire could do was lie there and take the slow torture because every time he tried to participate Angel would growl a warning out to him.
Finally Angel was on top of him again, his hands gripping Spike’s legs behind the knees and bringing them high up on his sides.
“Do you have anything? I don’t want to hurt you.” Angel asked.
“In the top drawer.”
What only took a few moments seemed a lifetime as Spike was left without the comforting weight on him as Angel leaned over to retrieve the lube. It was a new tube and the brunette chuckled as he looked down at him.
“Anticipating this?”
“No, just being prepared, maybe hoping.”
Angel quickly kissed him before rising to a kneeling position between his Childe’s legs. A dollop was squeezed out into his hand and as Spike’s puckered opening was penetrated by a greased finger they both moaned and their eyes met in a realization that they had been missing this. Spike watched as Angel finished preparing him with a gentleness that threatened to overwhelm his already fragile emotions. When he was ready, Angel coated his cock with the substance before coming to his hands and knees over the blonde, a hand planted on either side of him on the bed. Spike’s legs came up again and Angel hand moved between them to guide his cock into the tight passage that needed him so badly. Spike whispered encouragement as he was filled and when Angel was buried to the hilt, he rocked slowly, letting his Sire know that it was okay.
“I can take it,” Spike whispered.
Angel nodded down at him and began to pull back; when he was almost all the way out he thrust back in with so much force that Spike threw his head back and groaned from the pleasure pain that was being given to him. A rhythm was quickly established that satisfied both partners and Angel’s hand wrapped around Spike’s cock imitating the rhythm and the blonde was lost as his prostate and cock were stimulated at the same time. Soon he was thrashing under the brunette’s weight begging for release and when he found it, he squeezed Angel’s cock buried deep within him until his ass was filled with his Sire’s seed.
Spike felt bereft as Angel left his body and came to lie beside him on the bed. It was then that the tears he had been holding onto since Buffy’s departure began to fall and to his embarrassment he sobbed out his pain. But it was different this time. This time he wasn’t alone. This time he wasn’t insane in a basement. This time someone was there to hold him and softly caress his back as he let go of all the hurt he had been holding onto.
“Its okay, Childe, let it out,” the voice from his past now filled with tenderness only made his tears fall more rapidly and he burrowed into the arms of his Sire. Time seemed to march of its own accord as he emptied himself and Spike wasn’t sure if it had only been a few moments or a few hours that he had been lost in his storm.
“So, now what?” Spike asked when he was calmer. He sighed in contentment as a kiss was pressed to his forehead and he snuggled closer to the source of his newfound good feelings.
“We go on. Time marches on no matter what or who we lose. It’s always going to hurt but it will ease as time goes by. I know.”
“Do you think she’ll ever come back?”
“She always does and every time when she leaves again it feels as bad as the first time.”
Spike chuckled as he thought of Buffy finding out what they had just done. “What do you think she’d say if she found out we fucked?”
Angel squeezed him closer, “Her eyes would open wide and she’d start that stuttering thing she does…”
“And she’d go, ‘oh, oh, well…”
“That’s nice. I’m glad that you…”
“Found a way of coping without me.” Spike finished as they both laughed again. “Angel, I don’t want to be alone anymore. It’s been forever since it’s felt like someone really cared. Don’t take that the wrong way, Buffy and me was a collision waiting to happen and when we did start to find our way it was too late.”
“You’re not alone anymore.”
Spike felt relief move through him and when Angel scooted down to kiss him again, he knew he really wasn’t alone anymore. Neither of them was.
