Your Boy, Ch 2

[jasonsnene]

Title:  Your Boy
Authors:  

purpledodah and jasonsnene
Pairing:  Angel/Spike
Warnings:  M/M
Rating:  NC17
Part 2/?

A/N:  Lots of dirty and naughty things happen when you get me and my pal purps online at the same time.  This is just an example of the fun we have.  I hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed writing it!

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Chapter 2

 

 

Angel stormed through the offices, trying to find a place to go that didn't remind him of Spike.  The problem was, Spike was everywhere.  No matter where Angel went he could see Spike, smell him.  It was making him crazy.  And he had pushed Spike away.  Pushed him so far that now he was leaving for good.  Well, Angel had lived without him before.  He would learn to live without him again.  Angel looked up, startled to find himself back in front of his now empty office.  Damn it.  Spike was gone.  Angel turned on his heel, following Spike's scent.  He couldn't be more than a couple minutes ahead and Angel could track him anywhere.  When he got his hands on him, Angel was going to make sure he knew just what he thought about his threats.  If he had to tie Spike to his bed, his childe was not leaving him again.

 

Spike slowly sipped the blood. It wasn’t going down to well, his stomach wanted to hurl it back up, and his hands shook. It was the stuff that never made the grade. Whoever had donated this glass full was seriously ill. It tasted bitter and full of pain. Wonderful, just like him then. He smiled to himself at the irony. A pretty girl tried flirting with him. He bought her a drink and was just sending her back to her friends when his senses picked up Angel. He groaned. Why wouldn’t he just let him go?

 

Angel stormed into the bar and immediately spotted Spike.  He sat in the seat next to him and gestured to the bartender.  When a glass of blood was placed before him, Angel spit it out and jerked the bartender by the neck.  "What the hell is that?"  Angel's eyes bled to gold and his features shifted.  The last thing Spike needed right now was bad blood.  The bartender sputtered out an excuse and Angel tossed him aside, quickly throwing the inferior blood down and coating the demon with it.  Then he turned back to Spike and was shocked by what he saw.

 

Spike quirked his brow. “Finished abusing the staff? He gave me what I paid for.” Spike wadded up a pile of napkins and helped wipe the poor barman down a bit. “Sorry mate” he told him. Luckily the demon was not easily offended and retreated to change his shirt.

 

Angel grabbed Spike by the arm and dragged the protesting vampire out the door and into the nearby alley.  This had gone on long enough.  Angel sliced his nail through his neck and slammed Spike's face against it. 

 

Spike spluttered and coughed. He struggled to pull free. One mouthful of rich Sire blood was to much. Living on pigs blood for years had made his stomach weak. He didn’t know how Angel managed to survive on it. He fell to his knees puking up the blood he had been struggling to keep down. He hadn’t wanted Angel to see this. But as he retched and heaved, his body betraying him he had no choice.

 

Watching Spike laying on the ground and throwing up what little blood he had in him made Angel realize just how bad Spike's condition really was. It was no wonder that he was leaving. Angel pulled him up, cradling his body on his lap and did the only thing he knew how to do. He bit into Spike's neck and pulled as much of the offending blood out as he dared. When Spike drifted into oblivion, too weak to remain conscious, Angel scooped him up and headed back to his apartment. It looked like he'd be chaining Spike down and keeping him for a while after all. It was obvious his childe needed him and Angel would make damn sure Spike got what he needed this time.

 

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[purpledodah.livejournal.com]

Hi honey. Thanks for reading this as well. Poor Spike, he's a mess. We posted chap 4 yesterday of this.