The Adventures of Captain Peroxide and Deadboy
The Angel/Spike Zone of the BtVS Writer's Guild
Ensouled
Part XI - Standing Still
Author: Tania
Summary: Spike comes to LA looking for Angel, together they try and figure out what it means to be Ensouled.
Rating: Mainly R/NC-17
Pairings: Angel/Spike, Angelus/William, Lilah/Wesley, Buffy/Spike implied, Angel(us)/Darla Implied
Timeline: Runs the gamut
Disclaimer: Joss created my darling boys, I just let them run around in my head until they must come out.
Distribution: Please ask, although why you would want to house a 41,674 word long story is beyond me.
Feedback: Please, by all means, Email Tania
Angel had reluctantly let himself be led back to his room by his over-eager childe. Once inside the room Angel had taken a seat in a soft chair while Spike checked the heavy drapery to make sure the sun wasn't peaking through. Once satisfied they were in no danger of spontaneously combusting Spike joined his sire at the small sitting area.
"So, your Fred is a bit of a feisty one eh?" Spike smiled at the thought of Angel being surrounded by bossy women.
"I think she’s trying to fill some pretty big shoes, since Cordelia’s gone I mean." Angel stood up abruptly and began to pace the room. "I really feel like I need to be doing something. I can't just sit up here and wait for the sun to go down."
"Slow down ramjet. I think you should give the pixie a chance, she seems to know what she’s doing. If this Axis of Pythia thing doesn’t work, we’ll tear this town apart looking for another way, okay." Spike joined the dark haired vampire in his pacing. After a couple more lengths across the deep burgundy carpet with Spike matching his every move Angel stopped the pacing and laughed.
"Alright, all right. Stop shadowing me." Angel shoved Spike lightly, moving him a few steps away.
"Yeah, I'll stop shadowing you if you’ll sit down and rest like you were told." Angel made no move, so Spike inched closer to the brooding form of his sire, flashing his most devilish grin. "You know, Peaches, she did say I could sit on you if you wouldn't behave."
"I dare you to try it."
"I do say, a dare! Why it's been ages since you dared me to do anything. Remember in Lisbon? The countess? I believe that was a dare. When was that, let me think, maybe 1885. I was still pretty wet behind the ears. You dared me to walk up to her at a party and ask for permission to nibble on her neck." Spike moved closer yet towards his sire. "If memory serves, I did just that. She was outwardly flabbergasted and made a great show of having me thrown out of the party, and escorted to her private carriage. Out she came not twenty minutes later, she had already unbuttoned her high collar exposing that creamy skin. She asked if I had been born with such a lecherous tongue, to which I replied I had been reborn for no other purpose than to nip at her beautiful neck. Do remember sire, watching through the carriage slats as she bared her neck willingly to me? She was still warm with wine and dance when I slipped my fangs into that silken flesh."
Spike took the last step he needed to be up against his sire’s body. He whispered into Angel's ear. "She moaned like a whore when you opened the carriage door and joined us. I remember how you slid onto the bench next to us and bit into her wrist, slowing the flow from my own incision just that little bit. Do you remember that dare Angelus? Do you ever think of it? Because I do. I don't remember ever not taking one of your challenges before. Why should today be any different?"
Spike pushed Angel back several steps until his legs were pinned against the bed, but the larger vampire held fast and did not sit on the bed.
"You know, Angel, I don't think you're in any particular shape to fight me." Spike taunted, still pressing himself against Angel's chest.
"Boy, you couldn't take me, even beaten and torn as I am. You haven’t exactly got all of your strength these days either. You couldn't take me. Unless I let you." Angel reached a hand up to trace a line across the blonde’s angular cheek, letting the hand rest in the short curls that formed around his childe’s neck.
"And are you going to, Sire?" Spike asked, pressing his head into the hand that held it.
"Am I going to what, Spike?"
"Let me take you?"
"I hadn’t given it a thought." Angel lied.
"Not even one, eh? Well then, think on this." Spike leaned up to meet the taller vampire's mouth and gave Angel the smallest of kisses. "Let me take you in."
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Cordelia had been in a fantasy. She had seen Spike walk up the stairs of the Hyperion. He had marched into Angel's rooms like it was the most natural place he could be. She had watched him join Angel at the settee and talk, then they had walked around, Angel looking frantic, Spike looking smug. Then there had been a little light shoving and Spike had pressed himself against Angel's body. Cordelia couldn't hear the words they said, she only saw their movements. Unlike her recent visions, where she felt she was becoming the person she was sent to help, in this vision she only felt her own emotions.
Cordelia was terrified of Spike, even though she had heard he had a chip that made him moderately harmless, she had not seen him since he had and Drusilla had taken Angel captive and performed the ritual of Elegon on him. She thought for a moment, considering herself lucky, many of her friends had had encounters with the blonde vampire after that, but she had not. Drusilla and Angelus yes, but luckily not Spike.
And now, here he was, in Angel's room. Standing in the same spot she had stood so many times, with the man she loved. Cordelia was in the room, of the room, but standing still, and Spike was there. Spike was with Angel, and Angel was touching him on the cheek, and toying with his curls, and now Spike was standing on his toes, tilting his head to reach Angel's soft lips. Spike was standing still in her spot. He was having the moment Cordelia had been meant to have before the Powers had tricked her into leaving her life on earth behind. Spike was kissing Angel, and she was being forced to watch. Cordelia had no choice in what visions she was shown, no choice whose life she was forced to watch. It seemed the cruelest of jokes that the Powers would show her how quickly Angel had replaced her, and with another vampire no less.
Cordelia began to cry, although no one could hear, she cried tears no one could see, and wailed to a god she knew was not there to let her out of the vision. Let her not see Angel take the smaller man’s hand and pull him onto his bed. Let her not see the man she loved take another man into a lover’s embrace. Let her not see him take off the silken shirt he wore, to reveal a chest that was shredded and bruised. Let her not see Spike kiss the small wounds that covered Angel's body. Let her not see him lay his head back on the pillow and close his eyes as his childe explored his body, leaving a glimmering trail as his tongue became reacquainted with the skin he had not tasted in so long.
Let her not be standing still.
‘Let me go home.’ She begged over and over. ‘Let me not be standing still.’
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Have wondered how it would all end.
Copyright 2002 - Tania
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