Title: Your Boy
Authors nene and purps
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC17
Warnings: m/m, blood play.
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Chapter 5
Angel carried Spike back to his apartment and tucked him into the bed. He stood there for a long time, watching his childe and thinking. He knew that their new connection would help with his healing but he also knew it wasn't going to be a quick process. He made sure Spike was comfortable before going to seek out Wesley. Angel knew that Wesley and Spike were close. He only hoped that Wesley would help him. He headed towards Wesley's office and knocked sharply on the door. Wesley's mumbled "Come in" wouldn't have been heard by most but Angel made it out and entered the office. As usual, Wesley was buried behind a stack of books and scrolls. "Hey, Wes, do you have a minute?"
Wes never even looked up from his research to speak. "For you? Maybe. It all depends on what you want me for." Wesley was not happy with the way Angel had been treating Spike.
Angel sighed. Not only did he have to deal with Spike, but now it seemed he had to deal with Wesley too. "Wes, I need to know where Spike has been living."
Wes snorted. "Why should I be the one to tell you what you should already know anyway?"
"Wes. Don't start with me. Spike isn't doing well and I need to go to his place. If you don't want to help me, then do it for him."
Wes was instantly concerned. "How bad is he? I know he was in a bad way earlier."
"It's not good, Wes. But I've got my head out of my ass now, and I’m trying to help."
Wes sighed and held back the ‘about time’ comment he wanted to make. He stood and grabbed his coat. "Where is Spike now?"
"He's asleep in my apartment. So are you going to help?" Angel knew he would have to make it work whether or not he had assistance. But he really hoped that he wouldn't have to do this alone.
"I'll help, of course. Come on then, I'll take you over there. Though, to be honest, there isn't much to see." Wes walked passed Angel and headed for the parking garage.
It didn't take long before they pulled up in front of a rundown building. Wesley led Angel inside and down to the basement. He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and opened the door. Angel stood there, stunned. This was where Spike lived?
Although everything was clean, there was just not much there at all. What little personal stuff Spike had was packed in a few boxes to go into storage or over to Wesley's. "He's been packing all week." Wes said as he looked around sadly.
Angel didn't know what to say. He was sad. Sad that Spike lived this way. Sad that this was all he had. He moved to look around the room, unsure of what to say. Not sure there was anything he could say.
Wes walked over to their 'kitten poker' stash. He smiled as he picked up a toy 'tigger' - their kittens were of the stuffed toy variety now. They had as much fun 'finding' new ones as they did playing poker.
Angel crossed to the mattress tossed in the corner. This was where Spike slept. Then he saw it. The box tucked in behind the mattress, nearly covered by the single worn pillow. He pulled it out and held it in his hands as memories nearly drowned him. He'd kept it. All these years and he'd kept it.
Wes found the bag of clothing, all neatly folded to conserve space. "Do you just want to take his clothes? The boxes over there are going into storage in the morning."
"No. We're bringing it all." He clutched the box to his chest before crossing back and grabbing a box. "We're bringing everything except the furniture."
"The furniture is not his anyway. Not like he has a great deal of other things to take is it? He brought me some books to mind for him last night." Wes picked up the bag and a box he could manage under one arm and made his way out to put them in the car.
It didn't take long before all of Spike's belongings were loaded into the car and they were on their way back. "Wes, why would he live that way? I offered him a place at the office. He refused. Why would he choose to live like that?"
Wes sighed. Why indeed? "He said he had no need of material things as such. His memories were what were important, and perhaps a few items he has had for years." Wes sighed again. "I tried to get him to come and stay with me, but he refused. Spike thinks I would have got bored of his company and sent him away."
Angel stared at the road. "I did this to him. I made him this way. I swear I'm going to make this up to him, make this right."
"Swearing is one thing, Angel; doing is another. Spike is my friend, perhaps my only friend. You hurt him and I will make sure you pay." How Spike had stayed and put up with the way Angel had treated him was beyond Wesley, but he couldn't stand aside and let him hurt him again.
Angel didn't comment. It really wasn't any of Wesley's business but he understood that the man wanted to protect Spike. They pulled into the parking garage and Angel grabbed as many boxes as he could carry. He made sure that the special box from the bed was tucked safely in his coat. Angel wanted nothing more than to get to Spike, to make sure he was still okay.
Wes picked up the things Angel couldn't carry. It was awful to think that between them they could carry everything Spike owned. "Angel, I just want to say that if you need any help, or if Spike needs anything at all, I want to help." Spike had helped Wes far too often; it was time to pay him back.
Angel just nodded. "I'll let you know, Wes." The elevator carried them up to Angel's apartment and Angel dropped the boxes in the living room. He headed for the bedroom to check on Spike. It looked like he was starting to stir. Angel hurried back through the living room to the kitchen. Wesley had set down his boxes and left already so Angel made up a small batch of blood for Spike, carefully adding in a few drops of his own blood before returning to the bedroom.
Spike rolled over, surprised to find himself in a proper bed. He blinked his eyes at the light coming in from the open doorway and smiled at the outline of Angel. "Hi," he whispered, unsure of what he was supposed to do or say.
"How're you feeling?” Angel moved to Spike's side and sat the warmed blood on the bedside table. He laid his hand on Spike's cheek gently, watching Spike turn into his touch.
Spike inched closer to Angel. "Feel bloody weird, ta tell the truth," he admitted as he looked into Angel's eyes. "And lonely."
Angel smiled. "I can fix that. But first, you need to eat a bit more." He dipped his finger into the mug and pushed it into Spike's mouth.
Spike groaned and sucked Angel’s finger further into his mouth, licking it clean, nursing on it.
Angel pulled his finger out and dipped it again. This time, he rubbed the blood over his lips before lowering his mouth to Spike's.
Spike's tongue lapped gently at the blood, cleaning his sire's lips. His stomach clenched in complaint, making him hiss in pain.
Angel used his tongue to lap up the remaining drops on his lips and he continued to kiss Spike. Knowing his childe needed more contact, he stretched out beside him on the bed and let his body curve around Spike's smaller form.
Spike melted into the kiss, snuggling closer and wrapping his arms around Angel.
Angel moved his lips away and kissed Spike's jaw, neck, and throat. He drew the taste of his childe into him, absorbing the flavour before moving back to Spike's lips. After pressing a quick kiss to the waiting lips, he pulled away. "God, Spike. I need you again. But I don't want to hurt you."
“Need you to, Sire. Take me." A low purr began to rumble in Spike's chest as he rolled onto his back.
Spike's purr was so erotic. Angel held himself still for a moment as his childe rolled into position. The rumble from his chest was sending vibrations through Angel's body. Angel settled himself down on top of Spike and reclaimed his lips. He moved slowly, letting his cloth-covered body caress the nude one under him.
Spike's fingers found their way under Angel's shirt, kneading the firm flesh, pulling Angel down harder against him as he arched up at the same time. His purr turned up a notch as his whole body reacted to having Angel so close, turning him on so much.
Angel jerked his shirt from his body, tearing the cloth, desperate to feel Spike's skin next to his. When the fabric was out of the way, he pressed their chests together again, letting cool skin slide on cool skin. His own purr started and they rumbled in concert, bodies pressed tightly together.
Spike wrapped himself around Angel like an octopus, arms and legs holding on tight. He was afraid if he let go it would all be a dream, again.
Angel reached between them and fumbled for his zipper. He couldn't wait. He needed to be inside Spike. Now. He pulled his cock free and pressed it to Spike's opening. He tried to be gentle, but Spike wouldn't allow it.
"Need you inside me now!" Spike said as he bucked up, impaling himself. The scent of his blood filled the air as he tore. He groaned loudly, "Ohhh yeah".
Angel smelled the blood and grabbed Spike's bucking hips. He slowly pushed the rest of the way in, letting the blood already there ease his way. Then he knelt up, pulling Spike's hips with him and started moving,
Spike wrapped his bony fingers around Angel's wrists, holding on tightly. His purring gave way to breathy moans as Angel hit the right place. He spread his legs wider, hooking his ankles behind Angel.
Angel used the movement of Spike's legs to find just the right angle and he focused his energy on hitting that spot over and over. He wanted Spike to come without Angel touching his cock. He wanted to see his release shoot from his body as Spike arched under him. Angel groaned at his thoughts and pounded harder into the open body below him.
Spike's moans evolved into harsh panting, his body trembling all over. His cock leaked a steady stream of clear fluid; he needed to come so badly. "Sirrrrrrrre, ohhhhh fuuuckkkkk, pleeeeeeease." he begged, too weak to last any longer.
Angel continued to thrust for a few more minutes before finally giving in. "Come," he whispered, and stilled to watch Spike's release.
Spike vamped out, unable to control his demon. His back arched, his head flung back, howling as he came, shooting his release all over Angel's chest and belly. His fangs bit into his lower lip as he shook with aftershocks, his muscles tightening around Angel's cock still deep inside him.
Angel held himself still, humbled by the power of Spike's release. He leaned forward over Spike and pressed their bodies together. He started thrusting again, slower now, and used his body to show Spike the depth of his feelings. He didn't just want to fuck. He wanted to make love, to show Spike how much he cared.
Spike calmed down and opened his eyes, watching in wonder as Angel made love to him. This was like nothing they had ever done before. Tears fell from his eyes and his breath hitched. His body responded, moving into each stroke from Angel, and his cock grew impossibly hard once more.
Angel kissed him, letting the depth of his feelings flow out from his lips and into his childe. He reached between them and gently started stroking Spike's cock. He eased them towards completion, feeling his own balls start to tighten. "Come with me, Spike." He let his own release go, filling the body beneath him.
Spike came at the same time, moaning loudly and spilling his seed over Angel's hand. He lay panting for breath, his hands ghosting over Angel's body, relearning every inch.
Angel slowly withdrew from Spike's body and settled in beside his childe. He knew that this was more than just sex for him and wanted to believe it was the same for Spike. He pressed a gentle kiss to Spike's lips before climbing from the bed. There was one thing he wanted to talk to Spike about.
Spike watched Angel get out the bed. "Where ya going?"
Angel smiled at him and said, "I'll be right back." He hurried into the other room and got the box he had carried so carefully from Spike's apartment. He walked back to the bedroom and climbed back into bed next to Spike before placing the box gently in his hands.
"Oh" Spike swallowed, wondering if Angel had looked in the box.
Angel carried Spike back to his apartment and tucked him into the bed. He stood there for a long time, watching his childe and thinking. He knew that their new connection would help with his healing but he also knew it wasn't going to be a quick process. He made sure Spike was comfortable before going to seek out Wesley. Angel knew that Wesley and Spike were close. He only hoped that Wesley would help him. He headed towards Wesley's office and knocked sharply on the door. Wesley's mumbled "Come in" wouldn't have been heard by most but Angel made it out and entered the office. As usual, Wesley was buried behind a stack of books and scrolls. "Hey, Wes, do you have a minute?"
Wes never even looked up from his research to speak. "For you? Maybe. It all depends on what you want me for." Wesley was not happy with the way Angel had been treating Spike.
Angel sighed. Not only did he have to deal with Spike, but now it seemed he had to deal with Wesley too. "Wes, I need to know where Spike has been living."
Wes snorted. "Why should I be the one to tell you what you should already know anyway?"
"Wes. Don't start with me. Spike isn't doing well and I need to go to his place. If you don't want to help me, then do it for him."
Wes was instantly concerned. "How bad is he? I know he was in a bad way earlier."
"It's not good, Wes. But I've got my head out of my ass now, and I’m trying to help."
Wes sighed and held back the ‘about time’ comment he wanted to make. He stood and grabbed his coat. "Where is Spike now?"
"He's asleep in my apartment. So are you going to help?" Angel knew he would have to make it work whether or not he had assistance. But he really hoped that he wouldn't have to do this alone.
"I'll help, of course. Come on then, I'll take you over there. Though, to be honest, there isn't much to see." Wes walked passed Angel and headed for the parking garage.
It didn't take long before they pulled up in front of a rundown building. Wesley led Angel inside and down to the basement. He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and opened the door. Angel stood there, stunned. This was where Spike lived?
Although everything was clean, there was just not much there at all. What little personal stuff Spike had was packed in a few boxes to go into storage or over to Wesley's. "He's been packing all week." Wes said as he looked around sadly.
Angel didn't know what to say. He was sad. Sad that Spike lived this way. Sad that this was all he had. He moved to look around the room, unsure of what to say. Not sure there was anything he could say.
Wes walked over to their 'kitten poker' stash. He smiled as he picked up a toy 'tigger' - their kittens were of the stuffed toy variety now. They had as much fun 'finding' new ones as they did playing poker.
Angel crossed to the mattress tossed in the corner. This was where Spike slept. Then he saw it. The box tucked in behind the mattress, nearly covered by the single worn pillow. He pulled it out and held it in his hands as memories nearly drowned him. He'd kept it. All these years and he'd kept it.
Wes found the bag of clothing, all neatly folded to conserve space. "Do you just want to take his clothes? The boxes over there are going into storage in the morning."
"No. We're bringing it all." He clutched the box to his chest before crossing back and grabbing a box. "We're bringing everything except the furniture."
"The furniture is not his anyway. Not like he has a great deal of other things to take is it? He brought me some books to mind for him last night." Wes picked up the bag and a box he could manage under one arm and made his way out to put them in the car.
It didn't take long before all of Spike's belongings were loaded into the car and they were on their way back. "Wes, why would he live that way? I offered him a place at the office. He refused. Why would he choose to live like that?"
Wes sighed. Why indeed? "He said he had no need of material things as such. His memories were what were important, and perhaps a few items he has had for years." Wes sighed again. "I tried to get him to come and stay with me, but he refused. Spike thinks I would have got bored of his company and sent him away."
Angel stared at the road. "I did this to him. I made him this way. I swear I'm going to make this up to him, make this right."
"Swearing is one thing, Angel; doing is another. Spike is my friend, perhaps my only friend. You hurt him and I will make sure you pay." How Spike had stayed and put up with the way Angel had treated him was beyond Wesley, but he couldn't stand aside and let him hurt him again.
Angel didn't comment. It really wasn't any of Wesley's business but he understood that the man wanted to protect Spike. They pulled into the parking garage and Angel grabbed as many boxes as he could carry. He made sure that the special box from the bed was tucked safely in his coat. Angel wanted nothing more than to get to Spike, to make sure he was still okay.
Wes picked up the things Angel couldn't carry. It was awful to think that between them they could carry everything Spike owned. "Angel, I just want to say that if you need any help, or if Spike needs anything at all, I want to help." Spike had helped Wes far too often; it was time to pay him back.
Angel just nodded. "I'll let you know, Wes." The elevator carried them up to Angel's apartment and Angel dropped the boxes in the living room. He headed for the bedroom to check on Spike. It looked like he was starting to stir. Angel hurried back through the living room to the kitchen. Wesley had set down his boxes and left already so Angel made up a small batch of blood for Spike, carefully adding in a few drops of his own blood before returning to the bedroom.
Spike rolled over, surprised to find himself in a proper bed. He blinked his eyes at the light coming in from the open doorway and smiled at the outline of Angel. "Hi," he whispered, unsure of what he was supposed to do or say.
"How're you feeling?” Angel moved to Spike's side and sat the warmed blood on the bedside table. He laid his hand on Spike's cheek gently, watching Spike turn into his touch.
Spike inched closer to Angel. "Feel bloody weird, ta tell the truth," he admitted as he looked into Angel's eyes. "And lonely."
Angel smiled. "I can fix that. But first, you need to eat a bit more." He dipped his finger into the mug and pushed it into Spike's mouth.
Spike groaned and sucked Angel’s finger further into his mouth, licking it clean, nursing on it.
Angel pulled his finger out and dipped it again. This time, he rubbed the blood over his lips before lowering his mouth to Spike's.
Spike's tongue lapped gently at the blood, cleaning his sire's lips. His stomach clenched in complaint, making him hiss in pain.
Angel used his tongue to lap up the remaining drops on his lips and he continued to kiss Spike. Knowing his childe needed more contact, he stretched out beside him on the bed and let his body curve around Spike's smaller form.
Spike melted into the kiss, snuggling closer and wrapping his arms around Angel.
Angel moved his lips away and kissed Spike's jaw, neck, and throat. He drew the taste of his childe into him, absorbing the flavour before moving back to Spike's lips. After pressing a quick kiss to the waiting lips, he pulled away. "God, Spike. I need you again. But I don't want to hurt you."
“Need you to, Sire. Take me." A low purr began to rumble in Spike's chest as he rolled onto his back.
Spike's purr was so erotic. Angel held himself still for a moment as his childe rolled into position. The rumble from his chest was sending vibrations through Angel's body. Angel settled himself down on top of Spike and reclaimed his lips. He moved slowly, letting his cloth-covered body caress the nude one under him.
Spike's fingers found their way under Angel's shirt, kneading the firm flesh, pulling Angel down harder against him as he arched up at the same time. His purr turned up a notch as his whole body reacted to having Angel so close, turning him on so much.
Angel jerked his shirt from his body, tearing the cloth, desperate to feel Spike's skin next to his. When the fabric was out of the way, he pressed their chests together again, letting cool skin slide on cool skin. His own purr started and they rumbled in concert, bodies pressed tightly together.
Spike wrapped himself around Angel like an octopus, arms and legs holding on tight. He was afraid if he let go it would all be a dream, again.
Angel reached between them and fumbled for his zipper. He couldn't wait. He needed to be inside Spike. Now. He pulled his cock free and pressed it to Spike's opening. He tried to be gentle, but Spike wouldn't allow it.
"Need you inside me now!" Spike said as he bucked up, impaling himself. The scent of his blood filled the air as he tore. He groaned loudly, "Ohhh yeah".
Angel smelled the blood and grabbed Spike's bucking hips. He slowly pushed the rest of the way in, letting the blood already there ease his way. Then he knelt up, pulling Spike's hips with him and started moving,
Spike wrapped his bony fingers around Angel's wrists, holding on tightly. His purring gave way to breathy moans as Angel hit the right place. He spread his legs wider, hooking his ankles behind Angel.
Angel used the movement of Spike's legs to find just the right angle and he focused his energy on hitting that spot over and over. He wanted Spike to come without Angel touching his cock. He wanted to see his release shoot from his body as Spike arched under him. Angel groaned at his thoughts and pounded harder into the open body below him.
Spike's moans evolved into harsh panting, his body trembling all over. His cock leaked a steady stream of clear fluid; he needed to come so badly. "Sirrrrrrrre, ohhhhh fuuuckkkkk, pleeeeeeease." he begged, too weak to last any longer.
Angel continued to thrust for a few more minutes before finally giving in. "Come," he whispered, and stilled to watch Spike's release.
Spike vamped out, unable to control his demon. His back arched, his head flung back, howling as he came, shooting his release all over Angel's chest and belly. His fangs bit into his lower lip as he shook with aftershocks, his muscles tightening around Angel's cock still deep inside him.
Angel held himself still, humbled by the power of Spike's release. He leaned forward over Spike and pressed their bodies together. He started thrusting again, slower now, and used his body to show Spike the depth of his feelings. He didn't just want to fuck. He wanted to make love, to show Spike how much he cared.
Spike calmed down and opened his eyes, watching in wonder as Angel made love to him. This was like nothing they had ever done before. Tears fell from his eyes and his breath hitched. His body responded, moving into each stroke from Angel, and his cock grew impossibly hard once more.
Angel kissed him, letting the depth of his feelings flow out from his lips and into his childe. He reached between them and gently started stroking Spike's cock. He eased them towards completion, feeling his own balls start to tighten. "Come with me, Spike." He let his own release go, filling the body beneath him.
Spike came at the same time, moaning loudly and spilling his seed over Angel's hand. He lay panting for breath, his hands ghosting over Angel's body, relearning every inch.
Angel slowly withdrew from Spike's body and settled in beside his childe. He knew that this was more than just sex for him and wanted to believe it was the same for Spike. He pressed a gentle kiss to Spike's lips before climbing from the bed. There was one thing he wanted to talk to Spike about.
Spike watched Angel get out the bed. "Where ya going?"
Angel smiled at him and said, "I'll be right back." He hurried into the other room and got the box he had carried so carefully from Spike's apartment. He walked back to the bedroom and climbed back into bed next to Spike before placing the box gently in his hands.
"Oh" Spike swallowed, wondering if Angel had looked in the box.
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