jasonsnene

Title: Your Boy
Authors: jasonsnene, purpledodah
Pairing: Spike/Angel

Rating: NC17
Warnings: M/M
Beta: carinas_carinae

Chapter 4

Spike lay there for a while. Thinking. Again. His demon had been kicked so many times by his so-called loving family it just didn’t trust anyone anymore. Every time he gave his love it was thrown back at him. Just look at how Dru had treated him. He had never known Angel loved him. Angelus had beaten him often for no reason, and Angel had avoided him like the plague most of the time. Spike dragged himself from the bed and got dressed in his dirty bloodstained clothes. He made his way down to Angel’s office and stood in the doorway. He looked at the man he had loved for over a century. Angel was sat behind his desk. “I never knew you loved me. I knew Angelus cared; he always made sure he put me back in almost one piece. But you? I never knew you did.” His voice was soft, sad sounding. All the wasted years, he thought. All the time they could have been close, yet Angel had led him to believe he didn’t want him in the same room. Angel never asked him how he paid for things, yet knew he had no income; he never even asked were Spike slept during the day. “Had a funny way of showing ya cared, pet”

Angel looked at Spike, shaking his head. "You were always so independent. Determined to do everything yourself. Did you ever wonder why you won so often at poker? Did you ever wonder why the bars in town always had a supply of your favourite blood on hand? You didn't want to know I cared, Spike. I took care of you the way you wanted me to. From a distance."

Spike laughed softly. “You thought I wanted you at a distance? That’s why I hang around and annoy ya, so I can be near you ya daft git. I had to learn to be independent to look after Dru; she wasn’t exactly gonna care for me, was she? You think I wanted to live like this? And someone’s been ripping you off, mate. I play poker for kittens, not cash. Tonight’s the first night I drank blood in a bar. Get pigs blood from the butcher, normally.”

Angel shook his head, knowing Spike didn't get it. "I know you never drank the blood Spike. The point was that it was there if you needed it. Do you really think Giles was the one...you know what, just forget it. Spike, I did the best I could. I had a soul. Darla sent me away. You and Dru had each other so I left. You should know what it's like when you first get the soul. Then we met again and you didn't want me around unless I was Angelus again. Damn it, Spike. I can't be him for you. I won’t. If that's what you're after you should just go. You've never liked me with a soul. Why the hell did I even think you might...just go Spike."

Spike burst out laughing. “You arrogant twat. You think I want Angelus? Oh yeah, real keen ta get beaten close ta dust most nights. You never gave me chance to be with you when you got the soul. I was forced to grow up and look after Dru. All I wanted was you to come back. You even threw me off that submarine. If you had cared you would not have left it up to Giles. Any idea how nice it is living in a bathtub? Every time I got close you pushed me away, and now? Now I’m supposed to believe you always loved me, that you want me here? You just don’t want ta piss Percy off.” Spike turned and walked away, he wanted to run, but his body wasn’t up for it right now.

Angel stood up to shout after Spike "I don't know who you think you're fooling Spike, but it's not me. You were obsessed with Dru and everyone knows it. She was always your first priority, your true Sire. You know what, you're right. This is ridiculous. We can't even talk about each other without blowing up. So I'm going to offer one last time, Spike. I care about you. I want you in my life. It has abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do with Wesley. The past is gone. I can’t change it and I'm sure as hell not going to stand here and debate it with you. I love you, Spike. I love you enough to let you go. Just know that I'm always here, I'm always looking out for you. And if you ever need blood, just head to the local bar. I'll always make sure you're covered, just like I always have." Angel turned and stared out thewindow. He wasn't going to watch Spike walk out of his life again.

Spike didn’t move, he stayed exactly where he was. Angel had actually said it. I love you, Spike. Not William or Will, but Spike. “Was that really so hard to say?” he was stung by the comment about Dru though. Angelus may not have drained him, but he had taken over when it became clear Dru was not up to the job. The young William’s demon had taken Angelus as its surrogate Sire, they had both known it, just never told Dru. William had been groomed to adore Dru, care for her so the others didn’t have to. “If Dru was my true Sire it would be her doorway I was stood in, not yours. The demon always knows. You taught me that: always trust the demon.”

"Then trust the demon, Spike. What's the demon telling you now?"

Spike swallowed. “If I stay and you don’t really want me he will die. He’s having a bad case of self preservation. Doesn’t bloody trust me to make decisions right now. Can’t blame the poor bastard really, I almost killed him by staying so long.” He looked at Angel and smiled sadly, knowing that was not what Angel wanted to hear, but at least it was the truth. “I don’t want to go, though,” he admitted on a whisper.

"Do you want to know what my demon is telling me Spike?"

Spike nodded his head. "Yeah, I do."

Angel turned and stalked towards Spike. "My demon is telling me to fight like hell to keep you. My demon is cursing me for a fool. My demon wants me to bend you over this desk and remind you who your Sire is." Angel paused, leaning very close to Spike. "Should I trust my demon, Spike?"

Spike struggled to hide a silly grin. He leaned in closer to Angel, inhaling the scent of sire, of home. When his mouth was barely touching Angel’s ear he whispered ‘Yes, Sire”.

Angel felt the whisper of Spike's lips against his ear, his response sending a blaze of desire through Angel's body. He pulled Spike closer, gripped his face between his hands and kissed him deeply, trying to light the fire in Spike that was burning so hotly inside his own soul.

Spike wrapped his arms around Angel’s neck, trying to get even closer. He moaned softly and opened his mouth allowing Angel full access, his tongue exploring slowly. His knees felt weak as his long represssed desire for Angel overtook him. He had needed this for so long.

Angel answered Spike's tongue with his own, finding each sensitive spot in his mouth, allowing their tongues to meet and tangle. It was too much and not enough. Angel pulled Spike's body closer, feeling again the too-thin body that he had neglected for so long, and let his mouth convey his hunger for all that Spike was.

Spike melted against Angel, purrs rumbling in his chest for the first time in over a year. He was taken over by the need to have Angel make him his again. All his snarkiness was gone, all that remained was a childe’s desire for his sire. He let Angel kiss him, and surrendered completely.

Angel felt Spike's surrender and it brought forth such a wave of protectiveness that he nearly crushed Spike's body to him. When his childe started to purr Angel lost control and became desperate to be inside him. The bloody t-shirt was ripped off and tossed across the room before Angel spun Spike around and pressed him back against the desk. When his childe was laid back, looking up at him with trembling need, Angel leaned over him again, resuming his exploration of soft skin and hard muscle.

Spike shivered all over, goose bumps pebbling his skin. He needed Angel so much, but felt unworthy, didn’t like Angel seeing his body all skin and bone. He swallowed down his shame and trusted to their demons to fix him. His body arched in pleasure as cool lips licked and suckled on his skin. His purrs grew louder and his fingers fumbled to undo the buttons on Angel’s shirt, finally giving up and pulling it over his head half undone instead.

With his shirt now off, Angel pressed himself down over Spike letting their bare skin connect, and brought their lips together again. His hands slid down to fumble at the snap on Spike's jeans. He dragged them open and slipped his hand inside, curling his fingers around Spike's stiff length. Spike arched against him and Angel used his weight to keep Spike in place as he moved his lips down Spike's neck and across this throat.

Spike’s head thumped the desk with a loud thud, “Ughhh,” being the most he could manage as Angel’s fingers wrapped around him. His body arched into Angel’s and his fingers roamed over alabaster smooth skin, slipping in the waistband of Angel’s pants and trying to pull him even closer.

Angel pulled Spike's hand away, pushing his arms up over his head and laying them on the desk. "Keep them there." He growled out the words as he returned to Spike's body, slowly drawing the jeans down slim legs and revealing his pulsing cock to Angel's view.

Spike lay as asked, struggling to keep still. He began to breathe heavily as Angel stripped him. He wriggled his feet and his unlaced docs fell off easily. “Angel, please, Angel” he begged for more, for anything Angel was willing to give him.

Angel pulled Spike's bare legs open, watching him struggle not to move, before picking up one leg. He started at the tip of Spike's toes, working his way up slowly with licks and nips, exploring each bit of flesh before moving on the next. When he reached Spike's upper thigh he sat the leg down, keeping it spread wide before moving to the other, repeating his exploration until every inch of skin had been touched by his lips and tongue.

Spikes body was a mess, trembling and struggling to keep still. Angel’s touches now had him panting heavily. He knew better than to move though; he would be rewarded for behaving if he could control himself. He ached with need, longed to touch Angel. His cock was full and heavy on his heaving belly, leaking slowly, leaving a sticky puddle. His hands gripped the edge of the desk above his head, his body arched in desire.

Angel leaned over and pressed his face to Spike's inner thigh. He bit down, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a mark, claiming the spot as his. He moved his mouth to the heavy sac then, pulling the sensitive skin into his mouth and sucking gently before letting it slide out again. Then he moved to the other thigh and bit down, harder this time, leaving a clear ring of teeth marks imbedded in the tender flesh.

Spike cried out in pleasure, his legs spreading wider apart as he moaned. “Angel…. Please, Angel.” His whole body trembled even more. It had been years since he had been spread out in front of Angel this needy, this desperate. Angel was the only person capable of making him feel like this.

Angel ignored Spike's pleas. He was going to take his time, use every trick he knew to make Spike mad with need. He moved back to the sack, pulling it into his mouth again before releasing it and stroking his tongue from the base to the very tip of Spike's cock. He gathered up the fluid on the tip with his tongue before closing his lips around just the end of Spike's cock and swallowing. Then he slid down further, allowing more and more of Spike's length into his mouth, down his throat, until his nose was buried in the curly hairs at the base and he was breathing in the basic scent of Spike.

Spike held his head up so he could watch Angel. He managed quite well until Angel swallowed him whole. “Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuuckkkkkk.” His head fell back with a loud bang and a muttered ‘ow,’ but his hips twitched of their own volition. Angel was going to kill him, he was sure.

Angel chuckled around Spike's cock as he heard his child's head bang back onto the desk. He was just as responsive as ever and Angel wanted to draw out every response, every groan, and every twitch, until Spike was writhing under him. Angel released Spike's cock with a pop and lifted his gaze to his childe's. Spike's eyes were closed and his head thrown back. Angel bit into a finger, letting the blood slide down before he pressed it to Spike's opening, watching each reaction that crossed his child's face.

Spike was now panting heavily, keeping still taking its toll on his weakened body. When he scented the blood he groaned, and as soon as he felt Angel touch him he raised his hips to give better access, relaxed his muscles and wriggled a bit. “Sire,” his voice a breathy moan. His eyes opened, blue flecked with gold, locked on Angel’s.

Once Spike's eyes met his, Angel pushed his finger deeply inside. He slid it back and forth quickly, using his blood to ease the way. A second finger was quickly added, stretching Spike's opening. He held Spike's gaze as he curled his fingers, seeking and finding the spot that always made Spike lose control.

“Angelllllllll” Spike’s eyes flashed pure gold as he arched off the desk, just his head, shoulders, and feet touching it.

Angel slid his fingers from Spike and moved his cock into position. He pressed just the tip in. "You." He slid in further. "Are." He buried himself, all the way in. "Mine."

Spike’s eyes rolled back with pleasure, his body relaxing to allow Angel entry. “Yours, always yours” he replied, just as he had done so many years ago. Once Angel was deep inside, filling him, making him whole, he clenched his muscles tightly around Angel’s cock welcoming him home.

Angel pulled Spike closer to the edge of the desk and leaned over his body. He pulled Spike's leg's up, wrapping them around his waist as he started moving, slowly at first and then harder, wanting Spike to feel every push, every pull of his body. Finally he pulled Spike up, letting him sit on the edge and pressing their chests together, still moving inside his body. He held Spike tightly against him as he pounded his way into his body, making every thrust dig deeper into the clenching hole.

Spike held tightly onto Angel, loving every thrust. His fingers dug into Angel’s back and shoulders. He wasn’t going to last much longer, he was struggling now as it was. His breath was leaving him in harsh gasps as he tightened his legs around Angel, wanting him closer, deeper, and harder.

Angel reached between them, wrapping his long fingers tightly around Spike's cock. He stroked him tightly, until he could feel Spike starting to tremble. Then he flashed into his demon face and buried his fangs deep into Spike's neck.

Spike howled, his body shook and the tingles started down his spine, his balls felt like they where going to explode. He knew he had to wait for permission, but he couldn’t help pleading. “Need to come, Sire…. Please” he struggled to speak, more of a whisper. His body was only held up by Angel now, all control of his muscles had gone.

Angel waited for Spike to beg, then gave his permission. "Come, Childe." Then he buried his fangs again as he drew blood and shot his own release deep inside Spike's body.

As soon as Angel gave permission, Spike came, covering himself and Angel with his release. His body convulsed, over-stimulated by the power of his orgasm and Angel drinking from his frail body. His eyes rolled as he blacked out.

Date: 2007-12-04 08:28 pm (UTC)

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*Squeee* You've updated this! Yay! Meesa luv Your Boy! LOL

I'm too excited to read it now - I have to go home and get comfy! *purr* LOL I can't wait, I can't wait!!!!