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If she tried to concentrate a little harder she might be able to see her hand, at least that's what Cordelia thought. She was sure that yesterday she had been able to make out the form of her arms, but today all she saw was a faint tinting of the air. ‘Great, I’m smog.’ she thought. ‘No, I’m Cordelia Chase. I’m queen C. I’m an actress, and I’m a little bit demon, and I used to do a job for...I used to have a job where I...’ Why couldn't she remember. She could see a man in her mind, but she couldn't put a name to the face. She knew that at one point she had known his name, but today it seemed to be just gone. Gone like her arms, and her legs, and the rest of her.

Cordelia was suddenly in a dark room. She could see several young men standing around a pedestal chanting. At their center was a statue that looked like a cross between a snake and a man. It reminded her of the Mayor. She had a vivid recollection of a mayor that looked like a snake. No, that couldn't be, why would a snake be a mayor. Each though that ran through her mind made less sense than the last. She watched as the men continued to chant in a language she was sure was not her own, but other than that she couldn't make it out.

And so Cordelia watched. She watched the chanting, not sure why she was seeing it, or who she would possibly tell even if the vision was meant to be shared. She felt like one of those old biddies that did nothing other than watch soap operas all day. Cordelia was strictly on the outside. Corporeal. Vanishing.

"Short walk, eh." Spike grinned from ear to ear when Angel and Connor entered the lobby. "You know you're getting old when you can't even make it around the block."

"Bite me, Spike. We ran into a vamp, had to take a little detour." Angel stayed standing, although inside he was dying to take a seat. He decided if he did, though, Spike would try to baby him the rest of the night, and that was definitely not the kind of attention he was looking for from his childe tonight.

"If you're going up?" Connor waited for Angel to give the others a quick goodbye and they began the long ascent up the staircase. The pair paused outside Angel's door when they reached it. Angel was secretly dreading having to go inside and finish cleaning up the mess he and Spike had left earlier, but had decided against taking another room for the night. He had a hard enough time sleeping in his comfortable room with Spike, let alone a room that smelled like strangers.

"Well, it is to me." Angel leaned against the door frame and took a calming breath. "I've been a vampire for almost two-hundred and fifty years. I've killed hundreds of people, maybe thousands, I never really kept a score card, but, you know, lots. In the hundred years since I got my soul back I have seen the work of hundreds of other vampires. Every time I see it, it makes me ill. Every time. I have never seen a human dead and though, oh goody, someone else is eating right."

Connor opened the door to Angel's room and went in. The vampire followed and they both sat down on the velvet chairs that made up the sitting area. Connor took a moment to try to form the questions he wanted to ask and finally jumped right in. "It doesn’t ever make you want to kill?" Connor searched his father’s face for some hint of how he would answer, but found no clues in Angel's half-closed eyes.

"No, I never want to kill, but I do want to feed. That’s why I drink the pig’s blood, not human. It's easier to control the demon when I stay away from human blood."

"Not different enough. That’s part of the reason Wesley took you away from me. Wolfram & Hart had spiked my blood with a trace of yours. Even the smallest little bit of your blood was enough to make me go half insane. Wes thought it was a sign that I was turning evil, but really it was just a chemical thing. A reaction, a reaction so natural to the vampire within me that the human couldn't keep control."

"The blood is healing me right now." Angel cast his eyes at the carpet not wanting his son to see the hurt in his eyes. "Before, it was just fueling me, that and you kind of smelled like a midnight snack. It had a very powerful effect on me."

"Am I tempted to drink from you? Of course not. When I first lost my soul I tried to convince myself I could still feed. I killed murderers, rapists, Protestants. It didn't help. After a while even that started to taste foul to me. Needless to say it took Darla about four minutes to chase me out of China once she knew I couldn't take a life. When I came here, to the states I mean, I thought I'd be free of her. I lived all over the country, feeding on bottled blood, but after a while the temptation was so strong I had to stop drinking the human blood altogether.

"Then I saw Buffy for the first time, and I wanted to get strong again. So I started to drink human blood again, I got my strength back, but the thirst was so strong I couldn't be around anyone for more than a few minutes without wanting to sink a fang in them. Buffy's friends used to think I did it to be all mysterious and stealthy, really it was just to keep from attacking them. When Darla came to Sunnydale she had a field day with me. She found my fridge full of donor packets and couldn't rub it in enough.

She was born here, in the states I mean. Pennsylvania I think. I didn't think anything could make her come back. But she did. Darla came back and then I killed her, and then she came back and killed herself. But, that's a story for another time." Angel stopped his narrative and noticed that Connor’s eyelids were starting to close. "It's late, you should head down to your room. I've got a big mess to clean up in here before I can sleep, so I better get started." Angel stood up and headed for the door.

"What mess? This is the cleanest I've seen it." Angel looked over to the bed and was shocked to see that it had been made and all signs of the earlier bloodbath had been removed. Spike had even vacuumed up the shards left by the broken mug.

Angel had gotten undressed and taken a quick shower to wash the stench of the alleyway off of himself. He now laid in the bed, nearly asleep despite the late hour. His internal clock had not reset itself yet, and he was not feeling exactly creature of the night. More restless demon of the mid afternoon. Which wasn't so bad, it just meant that he fell asleep a few hours before Spike did. It was sometimes even amusing. He would wake up to find his childe massaging his legs and back. Trying in part to not wake him, and in part to wake him. Spike was ready for anything at all times.

Even though they had only taken their coupling as far as actual sex once since they had come back together, Angel already felt old patterns returning. He felt a dominance in himself coming to the forefront. Only a few days earlier he had let Spike top him, something Angelus had rarely done. Angel now felt strong enough to put Spike back in his place, he was the childe, and he should be treated accordingly. It was a lesson Angel was more than ready to re-teach.

It was nearly an hour before Spike came up the stairs. Angel could hear his boots stomping across the carpet, no doubt thinking he was being terribly quiet. Which he supposed, for Spike, he was. The door creaked open and Angel saw a head of platinum curls sneak into the room. The older vampire waited for Spike to undress and take his own shower. He watched his childe, through barely open eyelids, as he threw his wet towel onto the carpet and began to slide under the covers.

"Bloody hell! You wanker! Are you trying to scare me to death?" Spike stared at Angel's face for a moment not really expecting any sort of answer. True to form Angel said nothing, only giving a silent order for Spike to sit down with a small tilt of his head. Spike obeyed his sire and sat at the edge of the bed with his back to Angel.

"I was thinking that we left things unfinished the other night." He slid one leg around either side of Spike's, framing the smaller man’s body. Spike's skin burned as Angel pressed his chest against his back. Angel was glad he had warmed himself under the blankets while Spike showered. He relished the feel of his porcelain skin touching his own.

"No, I don't imagine it did, Spike. For You, that is." He leaned into the biting and let a small moan escape his lips. Spike felt Angel's rapidly hardening length press against the small of his back and pressed back, applying pressure enough to make his sire jerk in his spot. Angel reached a hand around the lean frame of his childe and took Spike's cock into his grip and began to stroke it in a steady rhythm, rocking his body in time with the motion.

"Well, I thought we’d start with this." Spike felt Angel's fangs at his shoulder in an instant and pushed into his bite. The fair haired vampire nearly screamed as Angel began to lap at the deep wound he had made. For his part, Angel savored every drop of his childe’s coppery blood. He took several deep droughts while continuing to caress Spike's body. When he had had his fill, Angel released Spike's body and quickly leaned back in the bed. He reached a hand over to the night stand and pulled out a nearly empty bottle of lubricant.

"I plead the fifth." He replied. "All I’m saying is that I can't believe you didn't wake up." Deciding it better if Spike didn't elaborate Angel began to moisten his cock. Spike watched the activities with a somewhat frightened look.

"You better get ready then. I’m feeling all myself again, and I’m thinking it's time you remembered what being the childe really means, William." Angel perched himself on his knees and rapidly turned Spike around, so that he was facing the intricate headboard.

"Oh come on Angel, you have to at least stretch me a little." He received no reply. "Angel, c’mon, it's not funny" Spike made no attempt to leave the bed but gritted his teeth at the impending intrusion. He then felt the head of his sire’s cock teasing his entrance. Angel pressed forward a few times, making no progress, after a couple more tries Spike realized he was just teasing. He then felt Angel's slick fingers toy with the muscled ring that guarded his entrance. A strong hand planted itself on Spike's shoulder and pulled his body back against the steady pressure of Angel's other hand. Soon he was being filled by two long fingers.

Just as quickly as he had stretched Spike, Angel thrust his cock deep inside of his lover. He leaned over Spike's back, not putting his full weight on the smaller man, but just enough that he hit a new tender spot deep within his childe. Spike began to buck wildly beneath him, partly to help Angel hit his magical sweet spot, and partly to show that he was not about to be completely dominated, not even by Angel. The older vampire let Spike have the smallest amount of control for a few minutes and then he bit into Spike's shoulder again. This time he only lapped at the blood letting deep rivulets run down the pale back he watched below him. When the blood was nearly ready to drip onto the newly cleaned sheets Angel laved a streak up the soft flesh taking all of the precious liquid into his mouth.

The warmth of his own blood being licked up by his sire’s tongue excited Spike to the point he could no longer hold back. He took his own member into his hand and started to grind his hips back into Angel's strong body. Spike turned his head as far as he could to the side and was met by his Sire’s lips. They shared a deep, if awkwardly positioned kiss, for just a minute, then went back to fulfilling their own needs. Angel thrust himself down into Spike's tight canal nearing his own climax as Spike screamed out the arrival of his. It was only a moment before Angel's shallow panting became strong howls. He coated his lover’s arse with his warm cum and fell onto the bed beside his spent companion.

"Um, yeah. Guess I was just feeling the temptation. Couldn’t be helped." Angel pulled himself to the top of the bed and rested his head on Spike's pillow. They kissed briefly, both feeling sleep tug at them.


	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 Chapter XVII - Temptation 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 If she tried to concentrate a little harder she might be able to see her hand, at least that's what Cordelia thought. She was sure that yesterday she had been able to make out the form of her arms, but today all she saw was a faint tinting of the air. ‘Great, I’m smog.’ she thought. ‘No, I’m Cordelia Chase. I’m queen C. I’m an actress, and I’m a little bit demon, and I used to do a job for...I used to have a job where I...’ Why couldn't she remember. She could see a man in her mind, but she couldn't put a name to the face. She knew that at one point she had known his name, but today it seemed to be just gone. Gone like her arms, and her legs, and the rest of her. Cordelia was suddenly in a dark room. She could see several young men standing around a pedestal chanting. At their center was a statue that looked like a cross between a snake and a man. It reminded her of the Mayor. She had a vivid recollection of a mayor that looked like a snake. No, that couldn't be, why would a snake be a mayor. Each though that ran through her mind made less sense than the last. She watched as the men continued to chant in a language she was sure was not her own, but other than that she couldn't make it out. And so Cordelia watched. She watched the chanting, not sure why she was seeing it, or who she would possibly tell even if the vision was meant to be shared. She felt like one of those old biddies that did nothing other than watch soap operas all day. Cordelia was strictly on the outside. Corporeal. Vanishing. **** "Short walk, eh." Spike grinned from ear to ear when Angel and Connor entered the lobby. "You know you're getting old when you can't even make it around the block." "Bite me, Spike. We ran into a vamp, had to take a little detour." Angel stayed standing, although inside he was dying to take a seat. He decided if he did, though, Spike would try to baby him the rest of the night, and that was definitely not the kind of attention he was looking for from his childe tonight. "I’m going to go up to my room." Connor stated from the landing of the stairs. "I’m a little, um, tired." "Do you want me to walk you up?" Angel said, even as he realized his seventeen year old son probably didn't need to be tucked in. "If you're going up?" Connor waited for Angel to give the others a quick goodbye and they began the long ascent up the staircase. The pair paused outside Angel's door when they reached it. Angel was secretly dreading having to go inside and finish cleaning up the mess he and Spike had left earlier, but had decided against taking another room for the night. He had a hard enough time sleeping in his comfortable room with Spike, let alone a room that smelled like strangers. "So, are you okay?" Angel asked. "I mean, I know it's hard to see someone who’s been taken by a vampire. If it's any consolation, it never gets any easier." "That’s a consolation?" The younger man said incredulously. "Well, it is to me." Angel leaned against the door frame and took a calming breath. "I've been a vampire for almost two-hundred and fifty years. I've killed hundreds of people, maybe thousands, I never really kept a score card, but, you know, lots. In the hundred years since I got my soul back I have seen the work of hundreds of other vampires. Every time I see it, it makes me ill. Every time. I have never seen a human dead and though, oh goody, someone else is eating right." Connor opened the door to Angel's room and went in. The vampire followed and they both sat down on the velvet chairs that made up the sitting area. Connor took a moment to try to form the questions he wanted to ask and finally jumped right in. "It doesn’t ever make you want to kill?" Connor searched his father’s face for some hint of how he would answer, but found no clues in Angel's half-closed eyes. "No, I never want to kill, but I do want to feed. That’s why I drink the pig’s blood, not human. It's easier to control the demon when I stay away from human blood." "Why? Is it so different?" "Not different enough. That’s part of the reason Wesley took you away from me. Wolfram & Hart had spiked my blood with a trace of yours. Even the smallest little bit of your blood was enough to make me go half insane. Wes thought it was a sign that I was turning evil, but really it was just a chemical thing. A reaction, a reaction so natural to the vampire within me that the human couldn't keep control." "But you aren't that way right now, and Spike has been giving you human blood all week." "The blood is healing me right now." Angel cast his eyes at the carpet not wanting his son to see the hurt in his eyes. "Before, it was just fueling me, that and you kind of smelled like a midnight snack. It had a very powerful effect on me." "And you aren't tempted now?" "Am I tempted to drink from you? Of course not. When I first lost my soul I tried to convince myself I could still feed. I killed murderers, rapists, Protestants. It didn't help. After a while even that started to taste foul to me. Needless to say it took Darla about four minutes to chase me out of China once she knew I couldn't take a life. When I came here, to the states I mean, I thought I'd be free of her. I lived all over the country, feeding on bottled blood, but after a while the temptation was so strong I had to stop drinking the human blood altogether. "Then I saw Buffy for the first time, and I wanted to get strong again. So I started to drink human blood again, I got my strength back, but the thirst was so strong I couldn't be around anyone for more than a few minutes without wanting to sink a fang in them. Buffy's friends used to think I did it to be all mysterious and stealthy, really it was just to keep from attacking them. When Darla came to Sunnydale she had a field day with me. She found my fridge full of donor packets and couldn't rub it in enough. She was born here, in the states I mean. Pennsylvania I think. I didn't think anything could make her come back. But she did. Darla came back and then I killed her, and then she came back and killed herself. But, that's a story for another time." Angel stopped his narrative and noticed that Connor’s eyelids were starting to close. "It's late, you should head down to your room. I've got a big mess to clean up in here before I can sleep, so I better get started." Angel stood up and headed for the door. "What mess? This is the cleanest I've seen it." Angel looked over to the bed and was shocked to see that it had been made and all signs of the earlier bloodbath had been removed. Spike had even vacuumed up the shards left by the broken mug. "Unbelievable." Connor gave a deep laugh. "Even after a hundred years he still surprises you. Must be love." "Yeah must be." The vampire began to writhe in his spot uncomfortably. "See you tomorrow, okay." "Yep, bright and early." Connor crossed into the hallway and headed for his own room. "How about dark and afternoony." Angel called after him. "Sounds fine, night." *** Angel had gotten undressed and taken a quick shower to wash the stench of the alleyway off of himself. He now laid in the bed, nearly asleep despite the late hour. His internal clock had not reset itself yet, and he was not feeling exactly creature of the night. More restless demon of the mid afternoon. Which wasn't so bad, it just meant that he fell asleep a few hours before Spike did. It was sometimes even amusing. He would wake up to find his childe massaging his legs and back. Trying in part to not wake him, and in part to wake him. Spike was ready for anything at all times. Even though they had only taken their coupling as far as actual sex once since they had come back together, Angel already felt old patterns returning. He felt a dominance in himself coming to the forefront. Only a few days earlier he had let Spike top him, something Angelus had rarely done. Angel now felt strong enough to put Spike back in his place, he was the childe, and he should be treated accordingly. It was a lesson Angel was more than ready to re-teach. It was nearly an hour before Spike came up the stairs. Angel could hear his boots stomping across the carpet, no doubt thinking he was being terribly quiet. Which he supposed, for Spike, he was. The door creaked open and Angel saw a head of platinum curls sneak into the room. The older vampire waited for Spike to undress and take his own shower. He watched his childe, through barely open eyelids, as he threw his wet towel onto the carpet and began to slide under the covers. "Spike!" Angel barked, making the younger vampire jump out of the bed. "Bloody hell! You wanker! Are you trying to scare me to death?" Spike stared at Angel's face for a moment not really expecting any sort of answer. True to form Angel said nothing, only giving a silent order for Spike to sit down with a small tilt of his head. Spike obeyed his sire and sat at the edge of the bed with his back to Angel. "I've been thinking." Angel said as he crept from under the coverlet and inched towards Spike's still glistening back. "What’s that sire?" Spike whispered through clenched teeth as he felt his Sire’s strong fingers begin to trace his spine. "I was thinking that we left things unfinished the other night." He slid one leg around either side of Spike's, framing the smaller man’s body. Spike's skin burned as Angel pressed his chest against his back. Angel was glad he had warmed himself under the blankets while Spike showered. He relished the feel of his porcelain skin touching his own. "It didn't seem all that unfinished to me." Spike let his head slip back into the crook of Angel's shoulder and nibbled at his soft earlobe. "No, I don't imagine it did, Spike. For You, that is." He leaned into the biting and let a small moan escape his lips. Spike felt Angel's rapidly hardening length press against the small of his back and pressed back, applying pressure enough to make his sire jerk in his spot. Angel reached a hand around the lean frame of his childe and took Spike's cock into his grip and began to stroke it in a steady rhythm, rocking his body in time with the motion. "So, Pet, what did you have in mind, in the way of finishing?" "Well, I thought we’d start with this." Spike felt Angel's fangs at his shoulder in an instant and pushed into his bite. The fair haired vampire nearly screamed as Angel began to lap at the deep wound he had made. For his part, Angel savored every drop of his childe’s coppery blood. He took several deep droughts while continuing to caress Spike's body. When he had had his fill, Angel released Spike's body and quickly leaned back in the bed. He reached a hand over to the night stand and pulled out a nearly empty bottle of lubricant. "What happened to all the lube?" Angel asked Spike with a gentle prodding at his ribs. "I plead the fifth." He replied. "All I’m saying is that I can't believe you didn't wake up." Deciding it better if Spike didn't elaborate Angel began to moisten his cock. Spike watched the activities with a somewhat frightened look. "You know I’m not exactly ready to take that thing in just yet." "You better get ready then. I’m feeling all myself again, and I’m thinking it's time you remembered what being the childe really means, William." Angel perched himself on his knees and rapidly turned Spike around, so that he was facing the intricate headboard. "Oh come on Angel, you have to at least stretch me a little." He received no reply. "Angel, c’mon, it's not funny" Spike made no attempt to leave the bed but gritted his teeth at the impending intrusion. He then felt the head of his sire’s cock teasing his entrance. Angel pressed forward a few times, making no progress, after a couple more tries Spike realized he was just teasing. He then felt Angel's slick fingers toy with the muscled ring that guarded his entrance. A strong hand planted itself on Spike's shoulder and pulled his body back against the steady pressure of Angel's other hand. Soon he was being filled by two long fingers. Just as quickly as he had stretched Spike, Angel thrust his cock deep inside of his lover. He leaned over Spike's back, not putting his full weight on the smaller man, but just enough that he hit a new tender spot deep within his childe. Spike began to buck wildly beneath him, partly to help Angel hit his magical sweet spot, and partly to show that he was not about to be completely dominated, not even by Angel. The older vampire let Spike have the smallest amount of control for a few minutes and then he bit into Spike's shoulder again. This time he only lapped at the blood letting deep rivulets run down the pale back he watched below him. When the blood was nearly ready to drip onto the newly cleaned sheets Angel laved a streak up the soft flesh taking all of the precious liquid into his mouth. The warmth of his own blood being licked up by his sire’s tongue excited Spike to the point he could no longer hold back. He took his own member into his hand and started to grind his hips back into Angel's strong body. Spike turned his head as far as he could to the side and was met by his Sire’s lips. They shared a deep, if awkwardly positioned kiss, for just a minute, then went back to fulfilling their own needs. Angel thrust himself down into Spike's tight canal nearing his own climax as Spike screamed out the arrival of his. It was only a moment before Angel's shallow panting became strong howls. He coated his lover’s arse with his warm cum and fell onto the bed beside his spent companion. "So we are feeling better." Spike breathed into Angel's ear after they had relaxed for a moment. "Um, yeah. Guess I was just feeling the temptation. Couldn’t be helped." Angel pulled himself to the top of the bed and rested his head on Spike's pillow. They kissed briefly, both feeling sleep tug at them. "No complaints, Peaches. Hate to see anyone resist a good healthy temptation." "Goodnight, Spike." Angel closed his eyes, then opened them. "Spike?" "Yeah." "Thanks for fixing the bed." "Anytime, luv." Spike planted a kiss on Angel's forehead and rolled onto his side. Angel pressed in close, cupping himself to the blonde’s small frame. "Spike?" "Yes Angel?" Came a slightly irritated voice. "I’m glad you suggested I go for a walk tonight. It was just what I needed." "MmHmm." Spike purred. "Night Spike." "Night Pet." Spike smiled. "Angel?" "Yeah?" "Are you going to shut up now?" "Yeah. I love you." "MmHmm." ***** Chapter Eighteen 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)