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Hope you have a great day. And since I got the crazy idea somewhere that you might be a fan of Spangle, I thought I'd post this short story I recently finished. It's my first attempt at slash, so be kind.
Title:In the Dark Corner of the Heart
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash Spike/Angel I see a lot of violence inherent in the Spike/Angel relationship whether there's slash or not, which means the sex in this story could be viewed as non-consensual. You have been warned.
Summary: Set during AtS 1 "In the Dark". Angel wakes up after being captured by Spike, who decides to have a little fun with Angel before the torture begins. Some dialog taken from "In the Dark"
Angel slowly came to. His wrists were chained above his head, his feet barely touching the ground. He'd obviously been that way for a while because his arms hurt from the strain of holding his body's weight.
Spike.
Angel hated to admit how anxious he was, knowing he was for the moment at the other vampire's mercy. Although, Spike had never really had the patience that made a really good torturer. And if Angel could get him mad, Spike might just go in for the kill. He was impetuous like that.
Or at least he had been in the old days. The glory days when life was easy and cheep. Before the soul, before Buffy. But those months they had spent together in Sunnydale had taught Angel that Spike had changed, grown up. And when Spike set his mind to a goal he got what he wanted. Or at least he had until he'd met Buffy Summers.
But Buffy wasn't here. She was miles away and she thought Angel had a ring that made him invincible, so why would she even worry about him? For the hundredth time since Oz had shown up with the Gem of Amara, Angel wondered what it meant that she had sent it to him.
But right now none of that mattered. What mattered was that he was chained to the celling. As he tested the chains to see if he could break free, he heard the distinctive sound of a needle being placed on a record.
And then the music began to play.
From somewhere behind him, he heard Spike's voice, "Marcus is an expert. Some say artist, but I've never been comfortable with labels." Spike moved into Angel's view, along with the vampire accomplice that had ambushed Angel in the alleyway. "He's a bloody king of torture, he is. Humans, demons, - politicians, makes no difference." Spike began to circle Angel.
Angel resisted the urge to watch Spike. To give him that small amount of power. To appear interested. Besides it was this Marcus fellow that mattered. The fact that Spike had brought in outside help didn't bode well for Angel.
Marcus only had to be half as good as Spike claimed he was. If Marcus liked torture, it meant he had the patience to wring from Angel anything he wanted. It was only a matter of time. And what would happen to Buffy if Spike got the Gem? Angel tried to calm himself with the thought that Buffy had already gotten the ring away from Spike once, she could do it again.
In typical fashion Spike was still talking, although Angel was only half listening.
"Some say he invented several of the classics, but he won't tell me which ones. Beneath the cool exterior, you'll find he is rather shy. Except with kids. You like kids, don't you Marcus?" Spike asked the other vampire, addressing him for the first time. Then he shifted his attention back to Angel, leaning in close. "Well, likes to eat, and other nasty things."
Those last words sent a chill through Angel's spine. If Spike was to be believed, then the only thing worse then him getting the Gem was this Marcus fellow getting it.
Angel yanked on his chains again, more desperate to get away then he cared to admit.
Marcus, who had more or less ignored both of them up to this point, put on wire-rim glasses and walked over to Angel. He ripped Angel's shirt open and glanced at his skin.
Spike watched as Marcus' eyes slid over Angel's chest feeling almost jealous. For a moment he had his doubts about letting someone else get the information out of Angel. But he knew Marcus would be better and more efficient at this. Especially since Spike was getting more than a little hard at the sight of Angel chained up and helpless.
And then there had been the fighting; fucking, glorious fighting. The only thing that could compare to fighting his grand-sire was fighting the Slayer. And he had won this battle. Be being deceitful, it was true, but Spike knew that Angelus would have appreciated that.
Or would he? Something had happened to Angelus. During those months in Sunnydale after Angel had been stripped of his soul, he hadn't been the same. Spike still remembered the Judge's words when he declared there wasn't the slightest bit of humanity in Angelus.
But the Angelus who once taught Spike everything he'd known had been different. Spike was willing to wagger that that Angelus could love. That he had loved Darla and Dru, and maybe even cared for Spike. But in Sunnydale that had been all gone. He hadn't fucked Spike once, claiming that it wouldn't be any fun if it didn't hurt Spike when he slammed into his ass. And every time he'd taken Dru, it had seemed like it was more about hurting Spike then his own desire for his dark childe.
It was as if all the joy had been taken from Angelus. He was like a man who had been starved, and was now gorging himself on food, but couldn't really taste any of it.
Of course who knew what a hundred years as a prisoner in your own body would do to a bloke? A hundred years as slave to a soul that didn't belong.
"His skin," Marcus commented, ghosting his hand over Angel's chest.
"Annoying isn't it?" Spike said, the jealousy creeping into his voice. "Still attached," he said as if the man hanging in front of them was just another victim in his way, and not the one man Spike still sought approval from.
"Over 200 years of living and so little external damage," Marcus continued. "What about internal?"
"Do you two need to be alone," Spike demanded impatiently. "Or can we go on to the ouchy part?"
Marcus laid his hand on Angel's heart. "He's known love."
That was the last straw. Spike knew it was the annoying blond Slayer that Marcus not meant: not him, not Dru, not even Darla. The people Angel should have loved.
"Get out," Spike ordered Marcus. He could feel his resolve shifting. Not that he wasn't still determined to get the ring, but he was going to have a little fun first. Take back a little of what should have been his.
"But-" Marcus protested.
"Out!" Spike cut him off. "You'll get your turn, just not yet."
Marcus shrugged, turned off the record player and left the two of them alone.
Angel almost wanted to call out to him to come back. He'd been so distracted by what was going to happen to him that he hadn't noticed the scent of Spike's arousal in the air. Now it was almost overwhelming.
"That's why you'll never be anything but second best," Angel taunted Spike, hoping to enrage the blond into doing something stupid. "You never could get the follow through down."
Spike snorted before slamming his fist into Angel's face. The blow cut Angel's lip, and he could taste his own blood.
"I'll show you follow through," Spike said, before grabbing the back of Angel's head and kissing him hard.
Spike's tongue forced it's way into Angel's mouth, teasing Angel's gums until he let his fangs descend. They cut Spike's tongue, and the taste of the younger vampire's blood filled his mouth. He pushed his tongue into Spike's mouth, and purposely cut it on the younger man's fangs until their blood mixed.
He could feel Spike's erection pressing against him, and his cock responded, growing hard from the feel of Spike's body against his own and the sweet taste of their mingled blood. Angel's arms pulled against the chains again, but not because he was trying to get free. He was simply trying to grab hold of the other man.
Then Spike pulled away, licking blood from his cut and swollen lips. His fingers moved down Angel's chest and slipped into the waist band of Angel's pants.
"Gonna have me some fun while there's enough of you around to play with," Spike said before popping open the top button.
Angel knew he should say something, should try and stop this. Except he wasn't sure how much he wanted it to stop. When Spike was fledgling the two of them would fight, and it would always end up with Angelus forcing himself on the younger vampire. But from the very beginning Spike had shown incredible promise as a fighter, and Angelus had known someday Spike would win. He'd always wondered what that day would be like, and if Spike would win because Angelus let him.
Now Angel was going to find out. At least he knew that he hadn't let Spike win. That wasn't really much comfort right now however. Then all thoughts were driven out of his mind and Spike ran Angel's zipper down, and wrapped his fingers around Angel's cock.
Angel moaned in spite of himself. It seemed like an eternity since someone else had touched him. For all he knew it had been. He had no clear idea of how long he'd spent in the hell Buffy had sent him to, a century at least. And before that there had only been a few short months with Dru, and one night with Buffy, who'd been too shy to reach out and touch his cock.
And now Spike was stroking him and squeezing him, and Angel thought he would do anything to keep Spike's hand on his cock. Then suddenly it was gone. Angel opened his eyes, not even realizing he'd closed them to enjoy the sensation. He looked down trying to figure out why Spike's talented hand had gone away.
And then he saw what Spike was doing, unbuttoning his own jeans. Angel could only watched entranced as Spike freed his own cock, and rubbed it against Angel's. Then Spike took both cocks in his hand and began to stroke them both, while his other hand yanked Angel's head back roughly by the hair until it was in the perfect position for Spike to kiss him again.
Angel was lost in the feel of Spike's tongue probing his mouth, demanding an equal response from Angel. And then there was the feel of the silky skin covering the hard shaft of Spike's cock while Angel's was pressed against it in the unforgiving grip of the other man's hand.
But once again, just as all thoughts of how wrong this was were being chased away, Spike stopped, pulling both his mouth and his cock away.
This wasn't quite what Spike had intended to do. There was supposed to have been more fucking and less kissing. And he sure as hell wasn't supposed to be fondling Angel. But old habits die hard, and his hunger for his grand-sire was greater than Spike was willing to admit.
Still, there was a certain satisfaction for Spike when he saw the look on Angel's face when he broke the contact between them. The hunger in Angel's eyes was almost irresistible. Except for the pleasure Spike took in knowing he got to decided exactly what the other man got to feel.
He moved around behind Angel, his hand sliding over Angel's stomach around to his hip. Then he slid Angel's pants down off his hips. Spike pressed himself against Angel's back. There was still a great deal of fabric between them, but not where it mattered. Spike's cock slid easily into the crack of Angel's ass. Spike gripped Angel's hips and for a moment simply enjoyed the sensation of running his length against the smooth skin of Angel's ass.
"Been wanting to do this for a long time," Spike growled in Angel's ear.
For just a moment Spike hesitated. He thought about lubing Angel up, or at least stretching him out a bit first. But then Angel had never been so considerate of Spike.
Grabbing his cock he guided it to Angel's puckered hole, before slowly pushing it in. Both men groaned as Spike's fat head moved passed the tight ring of muscle before sliding deeper inside Angel's ass.
"Fuck," Spike breathed as he seated himself. Then he grabbed Angel's hips and began to move.
Spike's rhythm was far gentler than Angel had expected. He'd expected a quick hard painful fuck. Not that it didn't feel like he was burning up from having Spike inside him, like he was about to split in two. But he didn't care. He wished his shirt was gone and that he could feel Spike's chest against his back on every thrust. He wished he was in a position to push back, to match Spike's rhythm with his own. More than anything he wished he could get Spike's hands back on his aching erection.
But he couldn't do any of that. All he could do was let Spike use him, as he had used Spike any number of times over the years. Except that he had always let the younger vampire come. But he knew that when Spike was done with him, he would still be chained up with a raging hard-on, with no hope of relief except that the torture would get rid of it. But Angel was afraid that soul or no soul he was still enough of a vampire that it would take quite some time, and a great deal of pain before he lost his erection.
Spike was picking up the pace, and Angel was sure that Spike would come soon. Not only would that bring the torture sooner, but it would also bring a loss of contact with Spike. And however much he might hate Spike, Angel's body still craved the physical contact the souled vampire was forced to deny himself.
And then suddenly the world went black as Angel felt Spike's fang pierce his throat. He should have expected it, but Angel had spent so long suppressing his vampire instincts that the pleasure of Spike's bite caught him completely by surprise. His balls tightened, and both men came as Spike's mouth sucked the first droughts of blood from Angel's neck. Angel's knees buckled and for once he was glad of the chains holding him up.
The blood hitting Spike's tongue was glorious. Soul or no soul, Angel was still his grand-sire and his blood was thick and rich. And yet at the same time it elicited Spike's orgasm, it also broke his heart. It was a reminder of everything he'd lost. Dru had abandoned him, and Angel had turned against them all. Spike was alone and without family.
Reluctantly he tore his mouth away from Angel's throat, letting the bitter-sweet elixir spill down Angel's front. Spike zipped his jeans back up, not sure what to say or do now. He moved back around to Angel's front, and put his pants back in place, not wanting Marcus to see Angel.
"Marcus!" he yelled. He lit up a cigarette as he waited impatiently for the silent vampire to return. The sooner Marcus got started, the sooner Spike could leave. And the sooner he left, the last chance there was that he would look Angel in the eye.
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Angel waited until Doyle had left him alone on the roof. Doyle wouldn't understand, he'd think that Angel's sadness came from destroying the Gem. But all the Gem could offer him was the sunlight, and that only warmed your skin.
He couldn't help but wonder if somewhere the gypsies were laughing at him. Every time he thought that he knew the worst his curse had to offer him, he found something new. He thought once he'd learned that he could never be with Buffy, that was it. That was as bad as things could get. He was wrong.
More than anything he wanted to go looking for Spike. To find him, to be with him. And in a sense Spike was safe. There would be no moment of perfect happiness, and that was the danger. He wouldn't loose his soul with Spike, he would just dirty it up until it wasn't worth anything anymore. Until he was a worse monster than Angelus had ever been, because he would know and feel how wrong it was to let Spike kill and he wouldn't stop it.
For the first time he realized what a kindness Darla had done for him when she'd turned her back on him, and driven him away. Because it would have only been a matter of time before he would have become a killer again. He would have done it for her if she'd only been more patient.
Even now he wondered how much his soul was really worth. Spike was a monster, a monster Angel had created. He could have found him, hunted him down and killed him. But he wasn't doing that. He was letting Spike get away, and every person Spike killed from this night forward would be on Angel's head.
It was a little over dramatic, Angel knew that. After all there was no guarantee that he could kill Spike even if he wanted to. Buffy hadn't managed to do it yet, and she hated Spike, and Spike wasn't the fledgling he had once been.
Angel was no longer sure what his feelings towards his grand-childe were. He tried to tell himself that it was just the loneliness, the pure physical need for another body to touch.
But that didn't make the emptiness go away.
lawyergirl15Hope you have a great day. And since I got the crazy idea somewhere that you might be a fan of Spangle, I thought I'd post this short story I recently finished. It's my first attempt at slash, so be kind.
Title:In the Dark Corner of the Heart
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash Spike/Angel I see a lot of violence inherent in the Spike/Angel relationship whether there's slash or not, which means the sex in this story could be viewed as non-consensual. You have been warned.
Summary: Set during AtS 1 "In the Dark". Angel wakes up after being captured by Spike, who decides to have a little fun with Angel before the torture begins. Some dialog taken from "In the Dark"
Angel slowly came to. His wrists were chained above his head, his feet barely touching the ground. He'd obviously been that way for a while because his arms hurt from the strain of holding his body's weight.
Spike.
Angel hated to admit how anxious he was, knowing he was for the moment at the other vampire's mercy. Although, Spike had never really had the patience that made a really good torturer. And if Angel could get him mad, Spike might just go in for the kill. He was impetuous like that.
Or at least he had been in the old days. The glory days when life was easy and cheep. Before the soul, before Buffy. But those months they had spent together in Sunnydale had taught Angel that Spike had changed, grown up. And when Spike set his mind to a goal he got what he wanted. Or at least he had until he'd met Buffy Summers.
But Buffy wasn't here. She was miles away and she thought Angel had a ring that made him invincible, so why would she even worry about him? For the hundredth time since Oz had shown up with the Gem of Amara, Angel wondered what it meant that she had sent it to him.
But right now none of that mattered. What mattered was that he was chained to the celling. As he tested the chains to see if he could break free, he heard the distinctive sound of a needle being placed on a record.
And then the music began to play.
From somewhere behind him, he heard Spike's voice, "Marcus is an expert. Some say artist, but I've never been comfortable with labels." Spike moved into Angel's view, along with the vampire accomplice that had ambushed Angel in the alleyway. "He's a bloody king of torture, he is. Humans, demons, - politicians, makes no difference." Spike began to circle Angel.
Angel resisted the urge to watch Spike. To give him that small amount of power. To appear interested. Besides it was this Marcus fellow that mattered. The fact that Spike had brought in outside help didn't bode well for Angel.
Marcus only had to be half as good as Spike claimed he was. If Marcus liked torture, it meant he had the patience to wring from Angel anything he wanted. It was only a matter of time. And what would happen to Buffy if Spike got the Gem? Angel tried to calm himself with the thought that Buffy had already gotten the ring away from Spike once, she could do it again.
In typical fashion Spike was still talking, although Angel was only half listening.
"Some say he invented several of the classics, but he won't tell me which ones. Beneath the cool exterior, you'll find he is rather shy. Except with kids. You like kids, don't you Marcus?" Spike asked the other vampire, addressing him for the first time. Then he shifted his attention back to Angel, leaning in close. "Well, likes to eat, and other nasty things."
Those last words sent a chill through Angel's spine. If Spike was to be believed, then the only thing worse then him getting the Gem was this Marcus fellow getting it.
Angel yanked on his chains again, more desperate to get away then he cared to admit.
Marcus, who had more or less ignored both of them up to this point, put on wire-rim glasses and walked over to Angel. He ripped Angel's shirt open and glanced at his skin.
Spike watched as Marcus' eyes slid over Angel's chest feeling almost jealous. For a moment he had his doubts about letting someone else get the information out of Angel. But he knew Marcus would be better and more efficient at this. Especially since Spike was getting more than a little hard at the sight of Angel chained up and helpless.
And then there had been the fighting; fucking, glorious fighting. The only thing that could compare to fighting his grand-sire was fighting the Slayer. And he had won this battle. Be being deceitful, it was true, but Spike knew that Angelus would have appreciated that.
Or would he? Something had happened to Angelus. During those months in Sunnydale after Angel had been stripped of his soul, he hadn't been the same. Spike still remembered the Judge's words when he declared there wasn't the slightest bit of humanity in Angelus.
But the Angelus who once taught Spike everything he'd known had been different. Spike was willing to wagger that that Angelus could love. That he had loved Darla and Dru, and maybe even cared for Spike. But in Sunnydale that had been all gone. He hadn't fucked Spike once, claiming that it wouldn't be any fun if it didn't hurt Spike when he slammed into his ass. And every time he'd taken Dru, it had seemed like it was more about hurting Spike then his own desire for his dark childe.
It was as if all the joy had been taken from Angelus. He was like a man who had been starved, and was now gorging himself on food, but couldn't really taste any of it.
Of course who knew what a hundred years as a prisoner in your own body would do to a bloke? A hundred years as slave to a soul that didn't belong.
"His skin," Marcus commented, ghosting his hand over Angel's chest.
"Annoying isn't it?" Spike said, the jealousy creeping into his voice. "Still attached," he said as if the man hanging in front of them was just another victim in his way, and not the one man Spike still sought approval from.
"Over 200 years of living and so little external damage," Marcus continued. "What about internal?"
"Do you two need to be alone," Spike demanded impatiently. "Or can we go on to the ouchy part?"
Marcus laid his hand on Angel's heart. "He's known love."
That was the last straw. Spike knew it was the annoying blond Slayer that Marcus not meant: not him, not Dru, not even Darla. The people Angel should have loved.
"Get out," Spike ordered Marcus. He could feel his resolve shifting. Not that he wasn't still determined to get the ring, but he was going to have a little fun first. Take back a little of what should have been his.
"But-" Marcus protested.
"Out!" Spike cut him off. "You'll get your turn, just not yet."
Marcus shrugged, turned off the record player and left the two of them alone.
Angel almost wanted to call out to him to come back. He'd been so distracted by what was going to happen to him that he hadn't noticed the scent of Spike's arousal in the air. Now it was almost overwhelming.
"That's why you'll never be anything but second best," Angel taunted Spike, hoping to enrage the blond into doing something stupid. "You never could get the follow through down."
Spike snorted before slamming his fist into Angel's face. The blow cut Angel's lip, and he could taste his own blood.
"I'll show you follow through," Spike said, before grabbing the back of Angel's head and kissing him hard.
Spike's tongue forced it's way into Angel's mouth, teasing Angel's gums until he let his fangs descend. They cut Spike's tongue, and the taste of the younger vampire's blood filled his mouth. He pushed his tongue into Spike's mouth, and purposely cut it on the younger man's fangs until their blood mixed.
He could feel Spike's erection pressing against him, and his cock responded, growing hard from the feel of Spike's body against his own and the sweet taste of their mingled blood. Angel's arms pulled against the chains again, but not because he was trying to get free. He was simply trying to grab hold of the other man.
Then Spike pulled away, licking blood from his cut and swollen lips. His fingers moved down Angel's chest and slipped into the waist band of Angel's pants.
"Gonna have me some fun while there's enough of you around to play with," Spike said before popping open the top button.
Angel knew he should say something, should try and stop this. Except he wasn't sure how much he wanted it to stop. When Spike was fledgling the two of them would fight, and it would always end up with Angelus forcing himself on the younger vampire. But from the very beginning Spike had shown incredible promise as a fighter, and Angelus had known someday Spike would win. He'd always wondered what that day would be like, and if Spike would win because Angelus let him.
Now Angel was going to find out. At least he knew that he hadn't let Spike win. That wasn't really much comfort right now however. Then all thoughts were driven out of his mind and Spike ran Angel's zipper down, and wrapped his fingers around Angel's cock.
Angel moaned in spite of himself. It seemed like an eternity since someone else had touched him. For all he knew it had been. He had no clear idea of how long he'd spent in the hell Buffy had sent him to, a century at least. And before that there had only been a few short months with Dru, and one night with Buffy, who'd been too shy to reach out and touch his cock.
And now Spike was stroking him and squeezing him, and Angel thought he would do anything to keep Spike's hand on his cock. Then suddenly it was gone. Angel opened his eyes, not even realizing he'd closed them to enjoy the sensation. He looked down trying to figure out why Spike's talented hand had gone away.
And then he saw what Spike was doing, unbuttoning his own jeans. Angel could only watched entranced as Spike freed his own cock, and rubbed it against Angel's. Then Spike took both cocks in his hand and began to stroke them both, while his other hand yanked Angel's head back roughly by the hair until it was in the perfect position for Spike to kiss him again.
Angel was lost in the feel of Spike's tongue probing his mouth, demanding an equal response from Angel. And then there was the feel of the silky skin covering the hard shaft of Spike's cock while Angel's was pressed against it in the unforgiving grip of the other man's hand.
But once again, just as all thoughts of how wrong this was were being chased away, Spike stopped, pulling both his mouth and his cock away.
This wasn't quite what Spike had intended to do. There was supposed to have been more fucking and less kissing. And he sure as hell wasn't supposed to be fondling Angel. But old habits die hard, and his hunger for his grand-sire was greater than Spike was willing to admit.
Still, there was a certain satisfaction for Spike when he saw the look on Angel's face when he broke the contact between them. The hunger in Angel's eyes was almost irresistible. Except for the pleasure Spike took in knowing he got to decided exactly what the other man got to feel.
He moved around behind Angel, his hand sliding over Angel's stomach around to his hip. Then he slid Angel's pants down off his hips. Spike pressed himself against Angel's back. There was still a great deal of fabric between them, but not where it mattered. Spike's cock slid easily into the crack of Angel's ass. Spike gripped Angel's hips and for a moment simply enjoyed the sensation of running his length against the smooth skin of Angel's ass.
"Been wanting to do this for a long time," Spike growled in Angel's ear.
For just a moment Spike hesitated. He thought about lubing Angel up, or at least stretching him out a bit first. But then Angel had never been so considerate of Spike.
Grabbing his cock he guided it to Angel's puckered hole, before slowly pushing it in. Both men groaned as Spike's fat head moved passed the tight ring of muscle before sliding deeper inside Angel's ass.
"Fuck," Spike breathed as he seated himself. Then he grabbed Angel's hips and began to move.
Spike's rhythm was far gentler than Angel had expected. He'd expected a quick hard painful fuck. Not that it didn't feel like he was burning up from having Spike inside him, like he was about to split in two. But he didn't care. He wished his shirt was gone and that he could feel Spike's chest against his back on every thrust. He wished he was in a position to push back, to match Spike's rhythm with his own. More than anything he wished he could get Spike's hands back on his aching erection.
But he couldn't do any of that. All he could do was let Spike use him, as he had used Spike any number of times over the years. Except that he had always let the younger vampire come. But he knew that when Spike was done with him, he would still be chained up with a raging hard-on, with no hope of relief except that the torture would get rid of it. But Angel was afraid that soul or no soul he was still enough of a vampire that it would take quite some time, and a great deal of pain before he lost his erection.
Spike was picking up the pace, and Angel was sure that Spike would come soon. Not only would that bring the torture sooner, but it would also bring a loss of contact with Spike. And however much he might hate Spike, Angel's body still craved the physical contact the souled vampire was forced to deny himself.
And then suddenly the world went black as Angel felt Spike's fang pierce his throat. He should have expected it, but Angel had spent so long suppressing his vampire instincts that the pleasure of Spike's bite caught him completely by surprise. His balls tightened, and both men came as Spike's mouth sucked the first droughts of blood from Angel's neck. Angel's knees buckled and for once he was glad of the chains holding him up.
The blood hitting Spike's tongue was glorious. Soul or no soul, Angel was still his grand-sire and his blood was thick and rich. And yet at the same time it elicited Spike's orgasm, it also broke his heart. It was a reminder of everything he'd lost. Dru had abandoned him, and Angel had turned against them all. Spike was alone and without family.
Reluctantly he tore his mouth away from Angel's throat, letting the bitter-sweet elixir spill down Angel's front. Spike zipped his jeans back up, not sure what to say or do now. He moved back around to Angel's front, and put his pants back in place, not wanting Marcus to see Angel.
"Marcus!" he yelled. He lit up a cigarette as he waited impatiently for the silent vampire to return. The sooner Marcus got started, the sooner Spike could leave. And the sooner he left, the last chance there was that he would look Angel in the eye.
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Angel waited until Doyle had left him alone on the roof. Doyle wouldn't understand, he'd think that Angel's sadness came from destroying the Gem. But all the Gem could offer him was the sunlight, and that only warmed your skin.
He couldn't help but wonder if somewhere the gypsies were laughing at him. Every time he thought that he knew the worst his curse had to offer him, he found something new. He thought once he'd learned that he could never be with Buffy, that was it. That was as bad as things could get. He was wrong.
More than anything he wanted to go looking for Spike. To find him, to be with him. And in a sense Spike was safe. There would be no moment of perfect happiness, and that was the danger. He wouldn't loose his soul with Spike, he would just dirty it up until it wasn't worth anything anymore. Until he was a worse monster than Angelus had ever been, because he would know and feel how wrong it was to let Spike kill and he wouldn't stop it.
For the first time he realized what a kindness Darla had done for him when she'd turned her back on him, and driven him away. Because it would have only been a matter of time before he would have become a killer again. He would have done it for her if she'd only been more patient.
Even now he wondered how much his soul was really worth. Spike was a monster, a monster Angel had created. He could have found him, hunted him down and killed him. But he wasn't doing that. He was letting Spike get away, and every person Spike killed from this night forward would be on Angel's head.
It was a little over dramatic, Angel knew that. After all there was no guarantee that he could kill Spike even if he wanted to. Buffy hadn't managed to do it yet, and she hated Spike, and Spike wasn't the fledgling he had once been.
Angel was no longer sure what his feelings towards his grand-childe were. He tried to tell himself that it was just the loneliness, the pure physical need for another body to touch.
But that didn't make the emptiness go away.
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I love the story, you know there's always that longing lurking under Spike and Angel's exteriors. that's what I love about them.
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