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"Yeah, just a second." Came the voice from inside Angel's room. Connor had given up knocking after the third try. After several moments of rustling around Spike came to the door, wearing a pair of Angel‘s silk pajama bottoms. "Hey, sorry little brother, I was, uh, ya know indisposed." Spike flashed a sly grin, that he did not expect to be lost on Angel's son, and pulled the drawstring of his pants tighter.

"Uh, gotcha. Fred just called, she said to tell you that she was going back to the university to do some more equations. She said it would be great fun and then she started talking about a bunch of Greek gods and a mountain being the key and I think something about an ostrich." Connor looked at Spike hoping the vampire would be able to interpret the message.

"I know your da’ pretty well, and I also know vision girl, nothing could keep the two of them apart." Spike looked away from the boy briefly, but Connor saw the sense of loss in his steel blue eyes. "We'll find her."

"A whole lot of nothing, that's what. I'll go back to Sunnydale and figure something out. Angel has his own life here, and I s’pose part of being family is knowing that even when you leave, you're still family. Besides," Spike paused to make sure Connor was paying attention. "The sad part of life in this family is that you will all die before Angel and I will. That’s just the way it is. Angel and I are forever, Cordelia, Buffy, all of you, you just aren't. That’s the price we pay."

"Look, pet, this is gonna turn into this whole existential conversation you might not be ready to have. An’ I don't know that I'm the one you should be having it with anyway. Mr. Tall, dark and broody is better suited to convincing people immortality isn’t all it's cracked up to be. But then, he's been doing it a lot longer than I have."

"Yeah, he has a pretty much unending supply of forgiveness. Something to do with atonement for his own sins. Believe me, burying him at sea probably seemed real clever to you. Angelus would have thought you were an amateur." Spike put a hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly, trying to avoid waking the vampire sleeping within.

"I know that. I do. I just don't know how to talk to him." Angel set the glass down and slowly joined Spike in the sitting area. "I don't exactly have a great reference point on the dos and don’ts of parenting. My father was a right bastard."

"Um, peaches, you know I hate to argue with you but," Spike cocked his head to the side, "If I remember grandmum’s tales, it was you who were the bastard in those days. I imagine you had a lot of those beatings coming to you."

"Angel, your son just came up the stairs to tell me, your lover, that the physicist Texan and the baby stealing ex-watcher might have found a way to link the Greek gods and a freaking computer program together to bring back your half-demon would be vampire loving secretary, who gets visions from some alternate reality or whathaveyou. And you're worried he won’t be able to handle you telling him he's a naughty boy for throwing you in the Santa Monica pier. Give over."

"No, you're right, I’m not gay, my boyfriend is. You dress like the poster boy for the Friends of Dorothy Coalition." Spike slid onto the carpet in front of Angel. "The only reason I am not your lover, of late that is, is because I wanted you to have a few days to heal. And lo’ and behold, you look just fine to me."

Spike slid his hands up the larger man’s silken boxers and toyed with the tender spots just below his hip bones. Angel looked at his childe with a brief smile, "Did I mention it's a good thing you don't breathe?"

"Mmhmm." Answered a muffled voice. Angel lifted his hips off of the chair giving Spike room to slide his hands around his waistband and strip him of his undergarments. Spike ran a pointed tongue along his sire’s smooth chest, stopping at the few remaining gashes in his sides and gently kissing them. The younger vampire leaned into the strong chest and brushed his lips tenderly against the soft brown nipples that spotted it.

"I’m not here, I’m in London a hundred years ago, and so are you, so shut up." Spike grabbed the older vampire behind the head and pulled him into a hard kiss. At first Angel returned the kiss, but then he pulled back. "Will.."

"Yes, Will, I’m your William. I never stopped being William. You have a tendency to forget that. Not me. I never forget. I want you like I've wanted you my whole life. Completely." Spike focused his eyes sharply on those of his sire, hoping he would see the hunger he felt. Angel did see it, and returned it in his own dark eyes as he pulled Spike off the floor and onto his lap. Muscled arms fought for control, pulling at each other, both men trying to swallow the other’s desire. Angel's heavy erection rubbed against the silk of Spike's pants in a torturous dance as his childe’s lithe form pressed against Angel's.

"Spike, I want you too. Here, in LA, this isn‘t London, it‘s here, now." It was a simple declaration, but to the soul that was so recently reunited with Spike's undead body it was an oath more powerful than any other. He grasped greedily at Angel's soft curls pulling his full lips further inside his mouth. Spike let his tongue explore the blunt tips of his sire’s mouth, as if for the first time. He tried to remember every curve and valley of the body he had once known so intimately.

Angel could wait no longer. He hastily undid the drawstring that bound his childe’s swollen shaft and set it free. Once free of his restraints Spike began to moan and kiss Angel's neck, nipping at earlobes and cheeks as he tried to find a comfortable position for his freshly naked body. Neither man could find an angle that suited them in the deeply cushioned chair, so they slid to the thick carpet as one. Angel laid himself flat on the plushness of the rug, grabbing a throw pillow from the nearby couch to rest his head on. He had no sooner got into position when he felt Spike's sharp fangs pierce the skin of his inner thigh. Spike began to feed hungrily from the mark he had placed on his sire. Angel buried his fingers in Spike's pale curls, and tried to guide his mouth to his swollen cock.

"Angel, get your hands off my ears, I know what I’m doing." Spike commanded. Angel removed his hands from his childe’s hair and instead brushed lightly against his own nipples, feeling his senses heighten with each stroke. At last Spike withdrew his mouth from Angel's bloody thigh and lightly probed the tip of his erection. Angel let out a small cry and tugged at his nipples harder. Spike slowly began to take more and more of Angel's length into his mouth, all the while inching his body away from Angel's feet, and towards his chest. Seeing Spike's intent Angel reached a strong hand out and began to massage Spike's pale thighs with his strong fingers. He ran his hand in a line along the sensitive arteries near his lover’s stiffening cock a few times, then took the shaft into a tight grip.

Spike let out his own moan of pleasure as he felt Angel's hands urging his hips towards a waiting mouth. Spike was not disappointed when Angel moved one of his thin legs to the other side of his face and swallowed his entire length in one swift move. The fair haired vampire nearly lost track of his own rhythm as Angel began a rapid pace, sucking deeply on the tip of his cock and lightly squeezing the sensitive sacs that were already beginning to spasm in anticipation of orgasm.

Spike felt his legs begin to give out as their trembling worsened, he knew he would not be able to hold on much longer, and so began to quicken his own pace. He nipped greedily at the warm flesh in his mouth, he ran a wide tongue along the shaft and head as he caressed it lightly with one hand. With his other hand he kneaded at the firm muscles that led to his sire’s beautiful ass. Angel raised his hips slightly, encouraging his childe’s exploration. Spike took no time wetting two fingers and pressing them to Angel's tight opening. He waited for Angel's thighs to relax for just a second and felt the tight muscle open just enough to allow him passage. Spike pressed deep within his sire’s warmth brushing lightly against the edge of his prostate. He continued to suckle Angel's cock as he pushed deeper inside, delighting when he felt Angel's fingers enter his own ass. Spike bucked back against the long fingers that filled him, nearly pulling his erection out of his lover’s skilled mouth.

Spike slowly let Angel's cock fall from his mouth. "Angel, please, I can't wait any longer." Angel slowly pulled his fingers from their warm home and let Spike's glorious length slide from his lips. "Okay." He answered through numbed lips. Angel spread his legs wide and wrapped his hand around his neglected length. It was still slick with Spike's chilled saliva and slid easily in and out of his grasp. Angel arched his back and beckoned to his childe to come closer. Spike wet his fingers once more and slid them into his lover. Once he was satisfied the older vampire had stretched enough to accommodate him, Spike moved in closer. He pulled Angel's knees up to his chest and carefully placed his erection against his sire’s opening. Spike slowly entered his lover’s body and let out a soft growl. Angel pressed his shoulders back into the deep carpet and arched his back even more. Spike placed both hands under Angel's hips and lifted him off the ground. The new angle allowed him to press his entire length into the welcoming tightness.

"Ahh, Spike." Angel began to speak, but was soon lost in the moment. Spike leaned forward and kissed him hungrily. Angel welcomed the distraction, afraid he would lose himself completely in the moment. "Will, no, Spike, oh gods." Angel bucked wildly feeling Spike's cock come painfully close to his prostate with every thrust, yet just miss it. Spike continued to move in shallow bursts, teasing the larger vampire more each time, pulling almost all the way out, then moving just a few inches inside his lover. Spike felt his own climax growing closer and so began to thrust deeper. Now he caught the magic organ with each burying of his length and Angel began to make the beloved guttural sounds he remembered with such longing. Spike pounded a furious rhythm into his lover, joining the chorus Angel was making with his own grunts and growls.

At last Spike could wait no more and felt his entire being begin to shake as he filled Angel's tight channel with his cool seed. He nearly cried the feeling was so intense as Angel's orgasm covered his abdomen just as he was finishing his own. Spike took Angel's face into his hands and forced a deep kiss onto him. He did not want to let go of the moment and began to chant into the mouth he kissed. "I love you, I love you." When Angel repeated the words, Spike pulled the heavenly chest of his sire against his even tighter and began to weep through his kisses. "I love you sire, I love you." He continued to plunder the mouth below him until both men, spent, fell asleep on the thick rug in a lover’s embrace.


	The Adventures of Captain Peroxide and Deadboy The Angel/Spike Zone of the BtVS Writer's Guild Home Updates Stories Resources Extras News Music Forum Contact Guestbook Links Full Version Fiction by: Title Author Pairing Rating Ensouled Part XIV - Facing Immortality 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 "Um, hey, Spike?" Connor yelled through the closed door. "Yeah, just a second." Came the voice from inside Angel's room. Connor had given up knocking after the third try. After several moments of rustling around Spike came to the door, wearing a pair of Angel‘s silk pajama bottoms. "Hey, sorry little brother, I was, uh, ya know indisposed." Spike flashed a sly grin, that he did not expect to be lost on Angel's son, and pulled the drawstring of his pants tighter. "Uh, gotcha. Fred just called, she said to tell you that she was going back to the university to do some more equations. She said it would be great fun and then she started talking about a bunch of Greek gods and a mountain being the key and I think something about an ostrich." Connor looked at Spike hoping the vampire would be able to interpret the message. "Do you think maybe she said ‘omphalos’?" "Yeah, that could have been it." Connor shifted slightly, "What’s it mean?" "Well, literally translated it means navel, like belly button, but I think she meant it as being the center. Like the important thing they were looking for." "So you think they’ll be able to get Cordelia back then?" "I know your da’ pretty well, and I also know vision girl, nothing could keep the two of them apart." Spike looked away from the boy briefly, but Connor saw the sense of loss in his steel blue eyes. "We'll find her." "Spike can I ask you a question?" "Sure, you wanna come in first?" Spike stepped back into the room, but Connor waved a hand to stop him. Spike stepped all the way into the hallway and shut the door behind him. "No, I just wanted to ask you.. Um.." "You wanted to ask what happens to me when the princess comes back, right?" "Well, yeah, I guess I was just wondering." The boy toyed with the wallpaper, not looking into the vampire's eyes. "A whole lot of nothing, that's what. I'll go back to Sunnydale and figure something out. Angel has his own life here, and I s’pose part of being family is knowing that even when you leave, you're still family. Besides," Spike paused to make sure Connor was paying attention. "The sad part of life in this family is that you will all die before Angel and I will. That’s just the way it is. Angel and I are forever, Cordelia, Buffy, all of you, you just aren't. That’s the price we pay." "Doesn’t it make you want to be human?" "Look, pet, this is gonna turn into this whole existential conversation you might not be ready to have. An’ I don't know that I'm the one you should be having it with anyway. Mr. Tall, dark and broody is better suited to convincing people immortality isn’t all it's cracked up to be. But then, he's been doing it a lot longer than I have." "Okay, fair enough, we’ll talk about it later then." Connor turned to go, then paused. "Spike?" "Yeah." "Is he going to be all right? I mean, are we going to be all right?" "Yeah, he has a pretty much unending supply of forgiveness. Something to do with atonement for his own sins. Believe me, burying him at sea probably seemed real clever to you. Angelus would have thought you were an amateur." Spike put a hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly, trying to avoid waking the vampire sleeping within. "Thanks a lot Spike, that really helps." Connor retreated down the hallway, not sure if he had really meant it or not. **** Once inside the room, Spike took a seat on one of the plush velvet chairs and rested his head on the back. "I suppose you heard all of that." "Yeah, it's a perk." Angel was sitting up in the bed sipping at another glass of lukewarm blood. "He cares, he just doesn’t know it yet." Spike turned the chair to face his companion. "There’s a whole lot more going on inside that kid’s head than he can face just yet." "I know that. I do. I just don't know how to talk to him." Angel set the glass down and slowly joined Spike in the sitting area. "I don't exactly have a great reference point on the dos and don’ts of parenting. My father was a right bastard." "Um, peaches, you know I hate to argue with you but," Spike cocked his head to the side, "If I remember grandmum’s tales, it was you who were the bastard in those days. I imagine you had a lot of those beatings coming to you." "Point taken. So you see, who am I to say what I should and shouldn’t do. I don't want to scare him off again." "Angel, your son just came up the stairs to tell me, your lover, that the physicist Texan and the baby stealing ex-watcher might have found a way to link the Greek gods and a freaking computer program together to bring back your half-demon would be vampire loving secretary, who gets visions from some alternate reality or whathaveyou. And you're worried he won’t be able to handle you telling him he's a naughty boy for throwing you in the Santa Monica pier. Give over." "It's a good thing you don't have to breathe." Angel looked at the ceiling, then closed his eyes tightly. "You are not my lover, by the way." "Oh right, because you're not a pouf, right? I'm going to get you one of those bleedin’ shirts that say ‘I’m not gay my boyfriend is‘." "They don't have those, and even if they did, can you really see me in a t-shirt?" Angel laughed. "No, you're right, I’m not gay, my boyfriend is. You dress like the poster boy for the Friends of Dorothy Coalition." Spike slid onto the carpet in front of Angel. "The only reason I am not your lover, of late that is, is because I wanted you to have a few days to heal. And lo’ and behold, you look just fine to me." Spike slid his hands up the larger man’s silken boxers and toyed with the tender spots just below his hip bones. Angel looked at his childe with a brief smile, "Did I mention it's a good thing you don't breathe?" "Mmhmm." Answered a muffled voice. Angel lifted his hips off of the chair giving Spike room to slide his hands around his waistband and strip him of his undergarments. Spike ran a pointed tongue along his sire’s smooth chest, stopping at the few remaining gashes in his sides and gently kissing them. The younger vampire leaned into the strong chest and brushed his lips tenderly against the soft brown nipples that spotted it. "Spike." Angel whispered. "Why are you really here?" Spike stopped his nuzzling and looked into Angel's eyes. "I’m not here, I’m in London a hundred years ago, and so are you, so shut up." Spike grabbed the older vampire behind the head and pulled him into a hard kiss. At first Angel returned the kiss, but then he pulled back. "Will.." "Yes, Will, I’m your William. I never stopped being William. You have a tendency to forget that. Not me. I never forget. I want you like I've wanted you my whole life. Completely." Spike focused his eyes sharply on those of his sire, hoping he would see the hunger he felt. Angel did see it, and returned it in his own dark eyes as he pulled Spike off the floor and onto his lap. Muscled arms fought for control, pulling at each other, both men trying to swallow the other’s desire. Angel's heavy erection rubbed against the silk of Spike's pants in a torturous dance as his childe’s lithe form pressed against Angel's. "Spike, I want you too. Here, in LA, this isn‘t London, it‘s here, now." It was a simple declaration, but to the soul that was so recently reunited with Spike's undead body it was an oath more powerful than any other. He grasped greedily at Angel's soft curls pulling his full lips further inside his mouth. Spike let his tongue explore the blunt tips of his sire’s mouth, as if for the first time. He tried to remember every curve and valley of the body he had once known so intimately. "Angel, please, I need you. I need all of you." Spike breathed the words into the cool mouth entangled with his own. "Let me be William for you again." Angel could wait no longer. He hastily undid the drawstring that bound his childe’s swollen shaft and set it free. Once free of his restraints Spike began to moan and kiss Angel's neck, nipping at earlobes and cheeks as he tried to find a comfortable position for his freshly naked body. Neither man could find an angle that suited them in the deeply cushioned chair, so they slid to the thick carpet as one. Angel laid himself flat on the plushness of the rug, grabbing a throw pillow from the nearby couch to rest his head on. He had no sooner got into position when he felt Spike's sharp fangs pierce the skin of his inner thigh. Spike began to feed hungrily from the mark he had placed on his sire. Angel buried his fingers in Spike's pale curls, and tried to guide his mouth to his swollen cock. "Angel, get your hands off my ears, I know what I’m doing." Spike commanded. Angel removed his hands from his childe’s hair and instead brushed lightly against his own nipples, feeling his senses heighten with each stroke. At last Spike withdrew his mouth from Angel's bloody thigh and lightly probed the tip of his erection. Angel let out a small cry and tugged at his nipples harder. Spike slowly began to take more and more of Angel's length into his mouth, all the while inching his body away from Angel's feet, and towards his chest. Seeing Spike's intent Angel reached a strong hand out and began to massage Spike's pale thighs with his strong fingers. He ran his hand in a line along the sensitive arteries near his lover’s stiffening cock a few times, then took the shaft into a tight grip. Spike let out his own moan of pleasure as he felt Angel's hands urging his hips towards a waiting mouth. Spike was not disappointed when Angel moved one of his thin legs to the other side of his face and swallowed his entire length in one swift move. The fair haired vampire nearly lost track of his own rhythm as Angel began a rapid pace, sucking deeply on the tip of his cock and lightly squeezing the sensitive sacs that were already beginning to spasm in anticipation of orgasm. Spike felt his legs begin to give out as their trembling worsened, he knew he would not be able to hold on much longer, and so began to quicken his own pace. He nipped greedily at the warm flesh in his mouth, he ran a wide tongue along the shaft and head as he caressed it lightly with one hand. With his other hand he kneaded at the firm muscles that led to his sire’s beautiful ass. Angel raised his hips slightly, encouraging his childe’s exploration. Spike took no time wetting two fingers and pressing them to Angel's tight opening. He waited for Angel's thighs to relax for just a second and felt the tight muscle open just enough to allow him passage. Spike pressed deep within his sire’s warmth brushing lightly against the edge of his prostate. He continued to suckle Angel's cock as he pushed deeper inside, delighting when he felt Angel's fingers enter his own ass. Spike bucked back against the long fingers that filled him, nearly pulling his erection out of his lover’s skilled mouth. Spike slowly let Angel's cock fall from his mouth. "Angel, please, I can't wait any longer." Angel slowly pulled his fingers from their warm home and let Spike's glorious length slide from his lips. "Okay." He answered through numbed lips. Angel spread his legs wide and wrapped his hand around his neglected length. It was still slick with Spike's chilled saliva and slid easily in and out of his grasp. Angel arched his back and beckoned to his childe to come closer. Spike wet his fingers once more and slid them into his lover. Once he was satisfied the older vampire had stretched enough to accommodate him, Spike moved in closer. He pulled Angel's knees up to his chest and carefully placed his erection against his sire’s opening. Spike slowly entered his lover’s body and let out a soft growl. Angel pressed his shoulders back into the deep carpet and arched his back even more. Spike placed both hands under Angel's hips and lifted him off the ground. The new angle allowed him to press his entire length into the welcoming tightness. "Ahh, Spike." Angel began to speak, but was soon lost in the moment. Spike leaned forward and kissed him hungrily. Angel welcomed the distraction, afraid he would lose himself completely in the moment. "Will, no, Spike, oh gods." Angel bucked wildly feeling Spike's cock come painfully close to his prostate with every thrust, yet just miss it. Spike continued to move in shallow bursts, teasing the larger vampire more each time, pulling almost all the way out, then moving just a few inches inside his lover. Spike felt his own climax growing closer and so began to thrust deeper. Now he caught the magic organ with each burying of his length and Angel began to make the beloved guttural sounds he remembered with such longing. Spike pounded a furious rhythm into his lover, joining the chorus Angel was making with his own grunts and growls. At last Spike could wait no more and felt his entire being begin to shake as he filled Angel's tight channel with his cool seed. He nearly cried the feeling was so intense as Angel's orgasm covered his abdomen just as he was finishing his own. Spike took Angel's face into his hands and forced a deep kiss onto him. He did not want to let go of the moment and began to chant into the mouth he kissed. "I love you, I love you." When Angel repeated the words, Spike pulled the heavenly chest of his sire against his even tighter and began to weep through his kisses. "I love you sire, I love you." He continued to plunder the mouth below him until both men, spent, fell asleep on the thick rug in a lover’s embrace. ***** Chapter Fifteen Have wondered how it would all end. Copyright 2002 - Tania Violators will be beaten to death with a shovel (A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend)