. She keeps me hopping. Thanks babe! Written for the Angel vs. Angelus challenge at
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Angel finally heard the sound he’d been waiting to hear: fists hitting flesh. It was the surest way he knew to find her, to just catch a glimpse. He knew he shouldn’t be in Sunnydale looking for Buffy, but sometimes he needed a reminder of what it was he was fighting for and her brightness and light called to him like none other.
He quickly scaled the building next to the alley and he ran across the roof to watch her in action. Angel nearly fell off at the sight that greeted him. Buffy was fighting Spike, and Spike was just taking it. He wasn’t fighting back, wasn’t defending himself. And then Angel remembered it was because he couldn’t.
Spike was chipped and unable to hurt humans and yet Buffy was beating him. Angel’s demon form emerged in his outrage and he couldn’t decide what to do. On the one hand, this was Buffy. His slayer, the girl who had given him his reason for fighting. On the other, his childe, defenseless against her fists.
Suddenly, his golden girl didn’t seem as golden anymore. Buffy slammed Spike against the alley wall and held him there by his neck. Angel could hear her hate-filled words and he gripped the side of the building so hard it crumbled beneath his hands. “You’re disgusting, Spike. Worthless. I should just stake you now and put you out of your misery. But I won’t. Because seeing you like this is so much more fun.”
Buffy tossed Spike aside like garbage and walked from the alley, brushing her hands together as if to remove Spike’s filth. Angel dropped from the roof, landing quietly several feet away from Spike’s still form.
Rage roared through him and he knelt beside Spike’s prone form, reaching out one hand tentatively. It brushed across Spike’s slicked back hair and Angel nearly screamed in outrage. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. She’d told him she wouldn’t hurt Spike. She’d told him. She’d lied.
Angel scooped Spike up carefully and carried him back to his car. He carefully placed him in the front seat and climbed in beside him. Angel arranged Spike so that his head was laying on Angel’s leg and started the trip to L.A.
Spike didn’t regain consciousness the entire trip and as the sun began to rise, Angel realized that Spike would have still been lying in that alley to greet the sun if he hadn’t been there. His fury nearly overwhelmed him and he found himself growling. Spike flinched away from the sound and Angel quieted his demon and stroked his hand gently over Spike’s hair and face, calming him.
By the time they reached his hotel, Angel was nearly shivering with pent up emotion. He carried Spike quickly to his rooms, stripped them both and placed Spike carefully in his bed. He climbed in beside Spike and watched for a moment before biting into his wrist and placing it against Spike’s mouth.
It only took seconds for instinct to prevail and Spike’s mouth attached to the wound, pulling his powerful blood into his mouth, into his body. Angel watched as the bruises on Spike’s face healed and he smiled for the first time in ages.
Angel let Spike feed until he started to feel woozy from the loss and then he slipped his wrist from Spike’s mouth, trying ignore the little whimper of want that Spike made. Angel wished he had more to give and vowed to let himself drink the bags of human blood that he had hidden away in his freezer. They were intended for emergencies only, when he was too wounded for animal blood to do the job.
This was going to count as one of those emergencies. He’d drink and then feed Spike again. It was obvious that his childe was nearly starving. Angel climbed from the bed, slipping on his robe before heading down to the kitchen and heating up several of the bags of blood.
He drank quickly, not even savoring the taste. Then he was back upstairs, bloodied wrist pressed again to Spike’s waiting mouth. This time, Spike’s eyes blinked open after a moment and he nearly pulled away from Angel before he realized that it was Sire’s blood, Angel’s blood, that he was eating.
Blue eyes flew to brown and then both switched to gold as their demons acknowledged each other. Spike licked Angel’s wrist, letting the wound close before turning onto his side and staring in confusion at the other vampire.
“Peaches?”
Angel ran his hand down Spike’s face, tracing over the cheekbones that had caught Drusilla’s eye so many years ago. “Spike.” Angel leaned in slowly, giving Spike the chance to move away, but he didn’t move and Angel’s lips were on his, tasting his blood on Spike’s lips. It was enough to make him nearly go crazy with want.
Spike’s hand drifted across his ribs, settled on his back and pulled him closer. Angel rolled until he was half way on top of Spike and the kiss exploded into lust for both of them. Spike’s other hand came around to Angel’s back and he clutched him closer.
They shifted until Angel was on top, lying between Spike’s spread thighs and their cocks rubbed together with each movement. Spike pulled his knees up to his chest, spreading himself open and pulled away from Angel’s lips long enough to mutter, “Do it,” before sinking back into the kiss.
Angel didn’t need another invitation and he broke away again, just long enough to bite into his fingers, then he slipped them down, teasing the opening of Spike’s body for a moment before thrusting his bloody fingers inside.
Spike howled and Angel couldn’t help his smug smile. Yes, he remembered exactly what to do to his boy. He knew exactly what Spike wanted, what he needed. It would take more than a century of denial to forget what Spike felt like surrounding him.
He needed, too, and moments later he was running bloody digits along his stiff erection and guiding it to Spike’s body. The first thrust was perfection. Spike’s body opened to him, held him tightly inside, and Angel simply savored the moment until his body demanded that he move.
Angel thrust again and again, harder, faster until Spike was screaming in pleasure beneath him and Angel was trembling and panting. Finally his back arched and he came as Spike’s hole spasmed and pulled him in tighter and deeper than he’d been before. Angel felt Spike’s answering release splatter against his stomach and he collapsed onto the smaller frame beneath him, exhausted and completely content.
Spike tugged at his hair after a moment. “Oi, you big lug. Get off.” But it was said with a hint of a smile to the snark and Angel grumbled and moaned with his own hint of a smile as he rolled to the side. Angel stared at the ceiling and tried not to have a dopey grin that Spike would surely make fun of.
He looked over at Spike, who seemed to have drifted off to sleep in post-coital bliss and sighed. It seemed he had another lure now, one he’d long dismissed but couldn’t be put aside any longer. Angel just wondered if Spike would appreciate his new outtake on his unlife.
He’d have to wait until morning to see.
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