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Title: The Guardian
Pairing: Spike/Angel and flashbacks to Angel/Darla
Rating: NC-17 (please read the warnings)
Summary: All human AU. It was eight years ago that Liam promised to protect Darla and be her angel. It's a promise he's done his best to keep, even if these days she can barely stand to be around him. Then one night he finds a young prostitute, William, getting beat up in an alley. But will helping William destroy the delicate balance of Angel's life, or will it be William who saves Angel from his own dark past?
Warning: This is a dark and angsty fic, mostly concerning Angel's past with Darla. There's mention of non-con, a lot of this story is about prostitution, and there's a flashback to Angel and Darla when they are 17 that's very sexual in nature. And then of course there is some violence. I think that about covers it, but I'll add specific warnings for various chapters.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to all sorts of other people like Joss, ME, and Fox. I just do strange things to them for free.
A/N: Thanks to

spikeverse for the beta.

Previous chapters are here.

Chapter 8:

Spike woke up feeling warm and protected. As the sleepiness slowly left his brain he realized the sensations came in part from the large muscled chest pressed against his back and the strong arm around his waist. As his brain caught up even more, he realized that the other body pressed against him must belong to Angel and that the hard silk covered point that he could feel pressed against his ass was Angel's hard-on. As the events of the night before swept over him, his feelings about that became more and more confused.

Last night had been the best sexual encounter of his life. Of course that wasn't saying much considering that up until last night, all his sexual encounters had consisted of him jerking off or blowing strangers for a few bucks.

The other man moved slightly in his sleep, gripping Spike a little tighter, and pressing his erection a little more firmly against Spike's ass. Spike wanted to push back and snuggle deeper into Angel's embrace. More than that, as he remembered what it felt like having the beads inside of him, and the amazing sensation when they'd been removed, he found himself wondering what it would be like to be fucked by Angel.

The problem was that Angel was about to become his pimp. And it was clear that the larger man had enough ways to control Spike, without him becoming a willing sex slave.

Still, sooner or later, Spike knew, his new job was going to require him to give up his cherry. Wouldn't it be better to give it to Angel than some creepy old man?

In fact Spike was on the verge of turning around, kissing Angel, and begging to be fucked. So he did the only thing he could do.

"Hey! Get off me you old perv!" Spike complained as he rudely elbowed Angel in the stomach.

Angel came awake in a series of grunts and snorts that Spike might have found amusing in other circumstances.

"What's the-?" Angel asked as he tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes, and rub the sore spot on his ribs.

Spike pulled away from Angel, gathering the sheets about his waist in an attempt to hide his own erection. Of course he could always claim it was just a typical morning hard-on, but he was worried he wouldn't be able to pull off that lie because the truth was that whatever state he'd woken up in, his thoughts about Angel had kept him hard.

"What's going on?" Angel asked, obviously still not fully awake.

"What's going on is that you took advantage of me last night, and I'm not having any more of it," Spike said firmly. It was best that he convince Angel that he had absolutely no interest.

"I didn't take advantage of you," Angel said plainly as he sat up and ran a hand through his hair.

"Oh? So what do you call your weird kinky games. You got me drunk and had your way with me," Spike insisted. As soon as he said it, he regretted it. Not because it might give Angel the wrong idea about Spike's interest in him, but because it made him sound too weak and vulnerable.

"First of all," Angel explained. "You weren't drunk. We were both drinking nonalcoholic beer. So anything you did last night you did of your own free will. Secondly, if you had been drunk it would have been no one's fault but your own and you would have deserved what you got."

"I don't believe you," Spike shot back. Deciding that sounded too petulant he added, "And besides, you can't really call this of my own free will can you?" He pointed to his right arm, which had an Angel sized hand print bruised into the flesh where the other man had held him still.

Angel's eyes scanned the purple flesh, and for just a moment Spike thought he was going to get an apology.

Then Angel's eyes hardened and he leaned in close to Spike and whispered, "Next time don't bother fighting. Then again," Angel's breathe seemed to tickle Spike's neck as his voice dropped even lower. "Maybe you should, just makes it feel that much better when you squirm."

Spike swallowed and refused to look at the other man as Angel got out of the bed. He didn't know whether Angel's words were meant to be taken as a threat, a promise, or both. Either way, Spike found the words disturbingly erotic.

He was grateful when he saw the bigger man start towards the other room. That would give Spike a chance to finally head to the bathroom and take care of the throbbing erection he was hiding under the sheets.

Just as Angel was about to leave, he turned and approached Spike. "After breakfast I'll show you where the washer and dryer are so you can clean the sheets."

Spike was confused by the apparent non-sequitur, but there was no way he was going to become Angel's domestic servant as well as his whore.

"I'm not your bloody maid. Why the hell would I do your laundry?"

"Because," Angel said, leaning in so that he loomed over Spike. "You're the one who came all over them last night."

Without thinking Spike acted. His hand reached out and circled Angel's silk covered erection and began to stroke it. Angel's eyes went wide, and he let out a gasp of surprise which turned into a moan.

Spike quickly used his other hand to help free Angel's cock from the silk pajamas without interrupting his strokes any more than necessary. Although he might not have a huge range of sexual experiences, this was one thing Spike knew how to do very well.

But as he got his first real look at Angel, he started to reconsider letting the other man fuck him. As pleasant as the anal play from the night before had been, having that monster cock inside of him was going to be an entirely different matter.

"Wait. . . stop," Angel panted as he slowly started to pull away.

Knowing that he couldn't overpower the bigger man, Spike resorted to persuasion of a different kind. Leaning forward he ran his tongue across the slit that was leaking precome before sucking the head of Angel's cock into his mouth. Angel's taste left Spike's mouth watering, but he didn't let his mouth linger. Instead he pulled back before Angel had a chance to hold his head in place. As much as Spike wanted to discover how much of Angel he could swallow down, he had another purpose.

Angel whimpered in protest as the cool air replaced the heat of Spike's mouth, but he was no longer making any attempt to move away from Spike or end the hand job.

Spike's eyes drifted up to Angel's face and the look of bliss there. As the larger man continued to thrust into Spike's grip, he felt in control for the first time in longer than he could remember. The moans that escaped Angel's lips were delicious to Spike, and his own cock was begging for attention. But he was too afraid that if he started stroking himself as well, he would loose track of what he was doing.

Instead he occupied his free hand by reaching forward to fondle Angel's balls. When he felt them begin to tighten, he leaned back slightly and gave them a little squeeze. A moment latter Angel came in a rush. Just as Spike had hoped, the come shot past him and left an obvious trail on the sheets and blankets.

"Now, we're even," Spike said with a grin. "And since possession is nine tenths of law, I'd say they're your sheets to wash."

While Angel's brain was still too addled by the orgasm to react quickly, Spike moved, rolling away from the other man so he could make his escape to the bathroom before Angel could form a protest.

Just as he crossed through the doorway Angel called his name. Spike turned around just in time to catch a small plastic bottle that Angel had tossed at him. The label read 'Adult Toy Cleaner'.

He looked up at Angel but before he could say anything Angel interrupted him, "Don't forget about the beads."

Beating Spike at his own game, Angel made a hasty exit into the main part of the apartment, leaving Spike to wonder if maybe he shouldn't have just agreed to wash the sheets in the first place.