Title: Carpe Noctum Iterum
Author: jasonsnene
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: NC17
Warnings: M/M
A/N: I wrote this last month for![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
angelstoywhen she was feeling under the weather and never posted it here. Figured I'd better do that. :D
A/N: I wrote this last month for
angelstoywhen she was feeling under the weather and never posted it here. Figured I'd better do that. :D Angel could admit that he was freaked out. Well, he wouldn’t exactly use the term ‘freaked out’ but that’s the way Cordelia had described it and he thought the description apt. It wasn’t what the man had done while in possession of his body that bothered him, although his treatment of Cordelia, Fred, and even Lilah, infuriated Angel.
It was the fact that for the first time in his long unlife, he was truly scared to die. He’d felt the pain in the old man’s body as his heart gave out. He’d felt the aches of old joints and old bones. Angel never thought about dying that way. Turned as a young man, getting old wasn’t even among his thoughts.
And once he was a vampire, his body giving out on him wasn’t really a possibility. He’d been beaten, stabbed, shot, tortured, but he always healed. Angel couldn’t wrap his mind around the possibility.
He hesitated at the door but refused to give away his uncertainty. With his mind made up, Angel kicked in the door to Spike’s crypt and stormed inside.
“Wot the…Angel? Wot the fuck are you doing here?” Spike jumped to his feet, prepared for whatever Angel was planning to throw at him.
“Oh, I was just passing through and thought I’d better check up on you.”
Spike was instantly pissed just as Angel had known he would be. “Get out, you wanker! I don’t need you checkin’ up on me.”
Angel ignored him and looked around the crypt, eyes searching for anything he could use to antagonize Spike further. Other than his normal slovenly ways, there wasn’t much there and Angel began to realize just what a bad idea this had been. He stumbled over an empty bottle and caught himself on the wall.
Spike watched the display at first with fury and then with confusion. Angel tripped? Angel didn’t trip. The bastard was more sure on his feet than Spike and that was saying something.
Spike watched more closely and saw the lines of distress along Angel’s mouth as he clenched his lips together. That wasn’t pissed off Angel. Spike had experienced that enough times over the years to know. This was…scared Angel? No, it couldn’t be. What the hell could have scared Angel?
Angel forced his spine straight again and turned back to attempt another round of antagonism but the look on Spike’s face stopped him. “I shouldn’t have come.”
Angel started for the door and Spike stepped in front of him, placing his hand on Angel’s chest. “Just say it. Whatever it is, just get it out.”
“Since when did you become Mr. Sensitivity?”
“’M not. Just spit it out already. Don’t be Angel the King of Avoidance anymore.”
Angel hesitated, looked away from Spike’s eyes, only to see his pale hand on Angel’s chest. “I almost died.”
“Last I checked, that was a daily occurrence. What happened?”
“I got old. My heart stopped. I…”
“Your heart?”
“Yeah, this old man switched bodies and I was in his and his heart was giving out. I had a heart attack, Spike. It hurt so bad, and I couldn’t do anything, couldn’t fight it or kill it. I just had to stand there as the body I was in died.”
Spike stepped closer and ran his hand up Angel’s chest. He let it hover over Angel’s heart. “You’re okay.”
Angel leaned down and pressed his forehead to Spike’s. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just panicked a bit. Needed…”
“Yeah.” Spike tilted his face up and Angel’s lips drifted slowly down to his. By the time their lips met, both vampires were ready with lips parted and tongues ready. This, they knew. Spike let Angel’s tongue dominate the kiss and he let his mouth open wider to the invasion.
Angel accepted the invitation and swiped his tongue into Spike’s mouth, tasting the whisky and cigarettes that Spike consumed so frequently. It made him hunger for more. He raised his hands to Spike’s face and ran his thumbs over Spike’s sharp cheekbones. Spike let Angel tilt his head to the side and felt lips trail down his jaw, to the tender skin at the base of his neck.
He knew it was coming before it happened and tried not to tense up as Angel’s fangs sunk into his neck. The pull of his blood sent a jolt of desire directly to his cock and Spike mewled and pressed closer to Angel. Angel pressed his thigh between Spike’s legs and Spike squeezed it tightly as he pressed his cock into the hard column of muscle and rubbed himself off.
One of Angel’s hands slid from Spike’s neck to his hip, pressing Spike harder onto Angel’s thigh. Fangs slid from tender neck and Angel licked the blood from his lips. This was what he needed. He needed to feel alive again with Spike.
Spike was rutting shamelessly against Angel’s leg. The feeling of hard cock against him let Angel forget the helplessness he’d felt in that old man’s body. He felt powerful and sexy and alive, so very, very alive.
He grabbed the neck of Spike’s t-shirt and ripped it down the front. His eyes traveled the expanse of Spike’s muscled chest, taking in the pale skin and dusty nipples before he pushed Spike away and jerked at his jeans.
Spike toed off his boots while Angel jerked his pants down. He stumbled, catching himself on Angel’s shoulder as his Sire knelt before him, stripping him bare to his heated gaze.
Angel spun him around then and wrapped one hand around Spike’s neck, forcing his head back to Angel’s shoulder, while the other splayed flat against his taut stomach, forcing Spike as close to him as he could get.
His cloth covered cock was lined up against Spike’s naked ass and he thrust against him, spreading the cheeks slightly and gliding in the crack. Spike’s hands covered his, encouraging the embrace and the passion.
He guided them over to the stone sarcophagus and Spike braced himself against it. Angel slid his zipper down quickly and let his pants fall to the floor. He didn’t wait for lube and stretching. He lined himself up and carefully pushed his way past the tight ring of muscles guarding Spike’s entrance.
Spike groaned and Angel slowed, trying not to rush, trying not to hurt Spike but knowing his was so close to being out of control. Spike pushed back when he was ready for more and Angel felt his cock glide all the way inside, bumping against the barrier that signaled the end of Spike’s channel.
He thrust then, powerfully and quickly, letting his bodies demands take over. Spike continued to push back, meeting each movement with a matching one of his own. Angel knew he wouldn’t last, he couldn’t. His hands clenched around Spike’s waist and he pounded the willing flesh beneath him until his orgasm erupted, spilling into Spike and reminding Angel just how very alive he was.
Angel pulled Spike up then, cradling the younger vampire against him as his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. Spike still pushed back against him and his now slick and stretched passage clenched around Angel, begging for more. He felt himself growing hard again and this time, he would make it up to Spike, make him feel all the things he was feeling but was too ashamed to say out loud.
His stokes started slowly this time, his angle adjusting to hit the spot he was so familiar with inside Spike’s body. It had been so long, too long, but Angel never forgot how to make Spike’s body scream with pleasure and now he focused on the desire to make Spike as crazy and out of control as he’d been moments before.
His hand left its tight hold on Spike’s hip to wrap around Spike’s cock and stroke it with long slow pulls that matched his hips movements. There it was, the noise that Spike made low in his throat when he was doing everything just right, that sound he’d missed for so long.
Angel lowered his lips to Spike’s neck and teased his bite mark, adding to the sensations and it wasn’t long before Spike was jerking and spasming in his arms as he came. Angel slowly slid his cock out of Spike and he stroked himself to completion, covering Spike’s back and ass with even more of his essence.
Spike went limp in Angel’s arms and Angel held him up, supporting both of their weights and holding Spike close. He felt the need to say something, anything, to show Spike what he meant. Time and distance had become their enemies, though, and Angel didn’t think their were words enough to bridge the gap.
He was surprised when Spike spun around quickly and wrapped his arms around Angel’s waist. Angel returned the embrace, wishing that his heart would beat underneath Spike’s ear and let him know just how affected he was. His heart was quiet though, as it had been for centuries.
It still hurt though, not the gasping, sharp-shooting pains of a man whose body was failing on him, but the prickling, sharp-shooting pains of a fool who let someone as special to him as Spike once was slip away. Those pains Angel was familiar with, was almost comfortable with after so long.
Spike lifted his head and their eyes met. “It’s still there, isn’t it?”
Angel nodded and lowered his lips to Spike’s. It wasn’t a confession of true love, but it was as close as they could get this day. But perhaps this was a step closer, if only he could let go of the guilt and pain of the past. If only Spike could forgive him, maybe they could seize the night again, together.
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I'll take a look in my email and see what I have there. I have like over 200 emails/comments to go thru.
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(: PJ
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Very passionate and emotional. I like it when the boys connect like this. There's hope for better things.
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*HUGS* ya madly!!!!!!!!
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I do love when Angel bites the bullet well hard and goes to Spike for some TLC. Love when Spike gives it to him. :D
Haven't met a nene fic yet that I didn't love.
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:D
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