The Adventures of Captain Peroxide and Deadboy
The Angel/Spike Zone of the BtVS Writer's Guild
Still Ensouled
By Tania
Part III - Oranges
As soon as Spike and Angel reached the top of the stairs and were away from the rest of the group a wave of relaxation washed over them. Being in a room with Buffy, and to a lesser extent the others, was nearly unbearable for both vampires. Angel had searched all night for Spike, and to have to share him with the Slayer had taken every bit of self-restraint he had. Once alone, though, the world changed.
They quickly undressed each other and made for the bed. Not out of need for sex, but something far more primal, companionship. Closeness. They needed what all creatures that have been alone for vast periods of time need, sheer touch. Flesh against flesh. Once they were wrapped in the soft down of the bed they clamored for each other. Angel locked his arms around Spike and held him, afraid to kiss, afraid to move.
"Angel, it's going to be okay. I know it will." Spike said from beneath his sire’s heavy grasp.
"I'm not sure this time. You didn't see this thing." Angel said back, squeezing Spike even closer.
"All I know is that I haven't stopped crying for days. I've been seeing Drusilla and the Master, Buffy when she isn’t here, myself. Every time I thought I was going to be all right and let myself relax it would come back. And now that you're here, I don't feel like crying anymore. I don't want to cry. Not anymore."
Angel kissed the back of Spike's neck as a sign of understanding. "I've felt the same way. There’s so much I want to tell you, but I feel like I can't get through it. When I close my eyes, all I see is them."
Spike rolled over, loosening Angel's grip ever so slightly and kissed him. "We will make it through this. As soon as the sun sets we’ll head back to the hotel and see that Fred and Gunn are okay. We'll check on the watcher, and then we’ll tackle the issue of Cordelia and little brother. Deal?"
"Yes." Angel sighed. "We’d better get some sleep; we’re going to need it."
"True enough. Angel." Spike paused. "When I sleep, it's not...it’s not pretty. I just want to you to be prepared. I have a tendency of late to try and open the curtains and such."
"Don’t worry, I'm not going to let go of you. You won’t have the chance to immolate." He gave his childe a smile and closed his eyes.
"Right then, sleep. Do me a favor, roll over and let me hold you for a spell." Spike planted another kiss on Angel's torn lips and urged him to roll over until he was facing the wall. He gingerly draped one arm over Angel's hip, letting his fingers dangle just above his sire’s navel, his other arm resting above his head. Spike coaxed his fingers through Angel's blood coated hair, forcing a soft groan from his sire as Spike massaged his scalp.
"Need a shower." Angel said matter-of-factly.
"Not worried about it." Spike assured him, as he began to nibble on his ear lobe.
"Trying to sleep, Spike."
"Me too, stop doing that." He answered, continuing to suckle Angel's ear.
"Doing what?"
"Smiling."
"You can't see my face, Spike."
"I think you smell different when you smile. It changes you." Spike said, smiling himself.
"Good thing I don't do it very often."
"Oh yeah, cause tall, dark and stoic is always sexy." Spike let his hand slide forward from Angel's hip to caress his bruised abdomen.
"Funny, I don't feel sexy."
"You feel sexy to me, Angel." Spike said, letting his kisses move to Angel's neck. The worst of his wounds were luckily on the other side of his neck, leaving Spike free to make a trail with his tongue along the sensitive flesh of Angel's jaw line.
"Still sleeping." Angel said dreamily.
"Okay." Spike said turning over abruptly. Angel made a small noise of protest but did not roll over. Spike quietly reached into the night stand and pulled out a bottle of massage oil. He coated his fingers before turning back over to spoon the larger vampire.
"Spike, why do I smell oranges?"
"Left over from the witches. Willow can't sleep in here anymore. Too painful, obviously." Spike crept his fingers back to Angel's hip and let them slip between the firm crease of his cheeks. Angel squirmed but did not move away. Spike ran slow circles over Angel's entrance, expecting to be pushed off of the bed at any moment. Instead, his fingers were welcomed into Angel's body with a gentle push. He moved slowly inside his cool entrance as Angel quietly rocked back and forth on his side, low growls emanating from his sire. Spike made no attempts to pleasure himself, wanting only to take away the pain the night had caused Angel. He continued to kiss Angel's neck and shoulders while he slid his slender fingers deeper into the smooth passage of his lover.
"Spike, please." Angel let out, arching against the hand that filled him. "Please make me...."
"No, Angel." Spike said, continuing to massage Angel's swelling prostate. "I don't need too. Just relax. Let me take away the pain." At his words Angel pulled away from Spike's calming hands and rolled over to face him.
"You are." He leaned closer to Spike's face, resting his cheek against Spike's forehead. "You are taking it." He moved lower on the bed and kissed Spike's waiting mouth. Spike welcomed his sire’s tongue into a dance with his own. Savoring the flavor that belonged to his lover, sweet and in pain. Angel reached over his shoulder and grabbed the bottle of oil and placed it into Spike's hand. "Make me forget." Angel folded his body up, lifting his glorious ass into the air. Spike moved behind him, stroking his own swollen cock for the first time in weeks.
"Are you sure?" Spike asked as he covered his length with the oil, letting the aroma of the orange fill his senses and calm his nerves.
"I'm sure." Angel answered through clenched teeth.
Spike pressed forward, letting Angel take him in slowly. He felt his walls adjust ever so slightly, opening to him further. Spike let out a growl of his own, pressing deep within his lover. Angel arched his back again, forcing Spike's balls to slap against his own with a concussion of power. The movement brought Angel's cock to life and Spike willingly reached a hand around to help stroke it with his still-wet fingers.
Angel set the pace of Spike's intrusion; a slow rocking that made a dull thumping against his prostate with each thrust. After several moments of gentle and slow movement Angel began to hurry the pace. Each thrust building force, Spike's hand moving more rapidly against Angel's engorged cock. As he neared his climax, Angel's eyes filled with tears. Spike felt a stream of tears fall on his hands and went to stop his harsh pace.
"No, please, don't stop." Angel cried. Unsure, but nearing his own orgasm, Spike pressed deep into his sire, growling deep in his throat, kissing the back of Angel's neck as he sobbed. Angel's seed filled Spike's hand and his sobs grew even louder. Spike quickened his pace once more, wanting to be done, wanting to hold his sire. At last he felt the burning grow within and in a final movement released his orgasm into Angel. Spent, he moved off of his sire, and lay beside him in the bed. Angel's body shook violently as he sobbed.
"I'm so sorry Angel." Spike whispered to his sire. "I didn't want to hurt you; it was selfish of me. This being ensouled thing isn’t all it's cracked up to be, I'm still the same man I was. I'm so sorry I hurt you." He wanted to reach out and hold Angel, but was now afraid he would recoil at his touch as Buffy once had.
"No. No." Angel said as he tried to regain his composure. "You didn't hurt me, Spike. Oh god, you didn't. It was just what I needed. It was perfect, it really was." He slid across the bed to be closer to his childe. "Spike, I wouldn't have made it through this day without you." He kissed Spike though his body still trembled.
"You're sure? If I hurt you again I wouldn't be able to live with myself." He welcomed Angel's kisses again, a simple answer to a complex question. There was no hurt those lips could not cure. Spike had spent a lifetime away from Angel, and wondered how he had survived a day without his sire.
"Sleep now." Angel said.
"No shower?"
"Not now, I don't want to let go of you yet. We'll get cleaned up after a while. Hopefully after a few hours some of these cuts will be healed enough to not burn when the soap hits them."
"Sorry we don't have any human blood. It would heal you faster. I just can‘t..." Spike closed his eyes, hoping to hide the hunger that had been reawakened in him.
"Neither of us need that temptation." Angel agreed. "We'll be fine, I just hope the others are okay. I just hope Willow can reach them. I should have checked before I left. It was selfish of..."
"Enough. You did what you had to. You left. No one here blames you, and if team Angel doesn't understand they can get shagged." Spike leaned into Angel's chest and dragged a heavy arm over his side, burying himself in the broad expanse of his lover’s chest. "We'll know how it all turned out soon enough."
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Copyright 2002-2003 - Tania
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