SERIES : the Chronicles
Continuation
SEQUEL TO : the Buffy
& Angelus Chronicles
PAIRING : Buffy/Angel,
Angel/Spike, Spike/Buffy, Angel/Buffy/Spike
RATING : NC17
SPOILERS : major spoilers, I’ve
used actual show quotes from all four seasons of Buffy & Angel season one.
DISCLAIMER : I do not own these
characters.
NOTES & WARNINGS : SLASH
(m/m) and a little bloodplay
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“Hey.”
“Hey you.” He said as
she walked into the kitchen. “Sleep well?”
“Okay I guess. I had weird
dreams though. Is that normal?”
“What kind of dreams?”
“I don’t know, I dreamt
a lot about cheese for some reason. There was this guy holding this plate of
cheese.”
“I don’t think that has
anything to do with vampires Buffy, that’s just your brain.”
“Freaky big ball of...
freaky stuff.”
“Hello cutie, Peaches.”
Spike sat next to Buffy at the table wearing only his boxers.
“Hey. What the hell time
is it anyway?” She asked.
“It’s still day if
that’s what you wanna know.” He looked at his beauty. It had been two months
since she’d been turned and things had greatly improved since. She seemed to be
adjusting. They all were. They’d all moved into the mansion but had been
avoiding talking about things. He had to go back to LA, he had a life there. Things
were confusing.
“I know it’s day. I
don’t sleep THAT much, least I don’t think. Not when I’m dreaming about some
freaky little bald man with cheese. Did Willow call?”
“You’re dreaming about
the bald man AGAIN! Cor Slayer you’re even crazier than Dru was.”
“Oh bite me Spike.”
“Gladly.” He vamped out
and rushed her. She diverted his bite to the right and swung her leg up to kick
him in the back that sent him flying into the wall. “BLOODY HELL SLAYER!”
Angel doubled over
laughing. “Man I love it when she kicks your ass Spike.”
“Sod off,” was the
response from the blonde vampire as he stood up.
“I love a good spot of
violence in the morning, or late afternoon, whatever.” She said.
“Now you sound like him
Buffy.”
“I know, I’m going
around saying ‘bloody hell’ too much too. What’s the world coming to? Course
I’m also rubbing off on him, I swear I heard him say ‘slayage’ yesterday.”
“Sod off bloody Slayer,
just had to turn her didn’t you Peaches? Let’s make her my sister, make her
part of Angel’s happy family... bloody poof...” he walked off to the living
room talking to himself.
“He’s such a spoil
sport. Was he always this crabby?”
“Well, now...” Angel
pulled her over onto his lap, “he can hurt you cause you’re not a living soul,
and it’s just not as much fun for him.”
“Oh, I’ll spar him any
day. I can take him.”
“You can take me.” He
said seductively.
“Why Angel... such a
sexual appetite, I don’t know if you like sex or blood better.”
“How about sex and
blood?”
“Even better my sweet.”
She leaned down and captured his lips in a deep kiss. He was running his tongue
over her teeth when he felt them elongate. She bit down on his tongue and began
sucking on it fiercely. She pulled away and he looked at her.
“God you’re beautiful.”
He said.
“Yeah? Not that I can
see myself anyway.”
“I always wondered what
you’d like all vampy and it’s nothing like I imagined.” She hopped up on the
table and he slid his fingers up her thigh under her nightgown.
“You thought about it?
Cause it happened once before.” She said as he began his ministrations on her
sex.
“What?”
“I told you, didn’t I?
Way back in high school when I first came, little Billy, I told you... when
everyone’s nightmares were coming true... and I sort of dreamt the Master rose
and turned me.” He just stared at her blankly. “Okay, maybe I didn’t tell you,
but if you’re not gonna get me off while I tell you the story, I won’t tell
it.” She was insatiable. She’d had an appetite for sex before. He remembered
the times when he’d been evil. She’d like to play games, she was good at them.
He had been ashamed to admit it, his counterpart had been as well, but he loved
being dominated by her. They hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary since
she’d risen, but there was still a little hope in his mind that maybe one day
the demon in her would give her ideas. “Angel?” She asked and he shook off the
thoughts and went back to thrusting his fingers inside her as she spread her
hips wider for him. “Okay, so where was I? Oh yes, yesss...” she hissed, “little
Billy was beat by his... god Angel... by his... oh fuck me.” She ripped off the
nightgown and tossed it aside.
He watched from the
doorway unnoticed as his Sire sucked on her rosy nipples while fucking her with
his fingers. Such an erotic sight, he’d always loved watching his Sire with
Dru. Of course this wasn’t exactly his Sire. He had to admit, his Sire with a
soul was much like his Sire before the curse, except now he didn’t kill people.
He shuddered at the memories of his Sire’s return. Humiliation, pain, agony...
that had NOT been his Sire, maybe in body, but not in mind.
He smelled her blood and
he focused again on the sight in front of him. She was sprawled out on the
table as he dined on her pleasures. He sucked hungrily from her inner thigh while
continuing his work deep inside her. His old Sire had been affectionate when
he’d been good. Spike was his favorite childe back then, no doubt Buffy was
now. Buffy. What could he say about her? Since he’d been given the bloody chip,
he’d been forced to work with her. After his Sire came back and left again,
he’d helped her patrol, seen her through rough nights of tears and saved her
life from herself. What was once seething hatred for her, had become
friendship, adoration even, and now? He loved her. It had been strictly that
platonic love at first. He’d helped her after Angel left and in the most recent
months, he helped her deal with the changes from human to vampire. But in the
last couple months? Watching Angel and her on more than one occasion without
their knowledge, seeing her vamp out on him and sink her fangs into his neck
and drink? One day he just woke up and knew, could admit to himself, that he
loved her more than he should. He loved sparing with her when Angel took an
overnight in Los Angeles. He’d almost kissed her one time, but she was Angel’s.
She was his Sire’s, so he admired from a distance. Once the two lovers were
sated, he’d go up to his room and imagine it had been him instead of his Sire.
She came hard, growling
while thrashing around under him. His Sire pulled out of her and stood up. He
watched his Sire, he was beautiful. Spike recalled days, long time past, when
Dru would be locked away with her dolls and his Sire had requested his company
in his room. The last encounters with his Sire had shown him just what a soul
did to the demon after a hundred years. Things would never be the same again.
He only hoped for the friendship and companionship that Angel could provide
him. They were slowly rebuilding that connection. Angel was grateful for
Spike’s aid with Buffy and apologetic for their last encounters. That’s all he
could really count on, the rest was a distant dream. He turned and left as the
two vampire lovers dressed themselves. Spike went up to his room to dream.
“You were saying?” Angel
asked as Buffy heated three cups of blood.
“Right, little Billy. He
was lingering between the spirit world and our world cause he needed closure,
only he had power over us and started making our nightmares come true. So I was
in the cemetery with Billy when the Master was there and he threw me in a
coffin and buried me alive and the next thing I knew I head Giles’ voice. I
crawled out, he helped me up and Willow and Xander were there.”
“Your nightmare was
being a vampire.”
“WAS. A big was there
pal, it wasn’t just that, it was hurting everyone, you know? Anyway I kicked
the demons ass and everything went back to normal. But the fact was for like an
hour and a half I was a vampire.”
“You make a pretty foxy
one at that.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes, one of the better
females. Dru wasn’t that bad looking, but Darla was hideous.”
“I’ll agree with that,
damn she was ugly vamped. She was pretty when she was normal, or human, but
otherwise? Yelk.”
“What the hell kind of a
word is that Buffy?”
“It’s like yuck and yak
and all those... whatever, never mind.” She brought a cup to him. “Where’s
Spike?”
“I think he’s upstairs.”
“I’ll go get him.” She
darted up the stairs. She lightly rapped on his door but didn’t hear a
response. She opened the door and heard water running. She crept in and peeked
through the cracked bathroom door.
“Sure Slayer, you just
shag my sire right in the kitchen, where I have to eat.” He spoke through
grunts and upon opening the door a little more she saw he was jerking off. His
hand pumped his cock while he leaned back against the shower. She’d never seen
him naked before. He was a little smaller than Angel, not by much though. His
frame was smaller, but as well built as Angel as well. “Cor Slayer... you’re so
tight, I’m sure...” was he thinking about her? “Slayer... yes... fuck me so
hard...” He was!
She turned around and
knocked loudly on the first door. “SPIKE?”
“Fuck.” He whispered.
“I’m in the bloody shower what do you want?”
“I heated up some blood
for you.”
“I’ll be down in a little
bit.”
She walked out, “That
you will Spike.” She stood outside the door to his room for a while. He was
lonely. He missed Dru, she was sure. He picked the closet thing to her, another
vampire. Still she wondered if maybe his feelings had changed. And he knew
about Angel and her on the table? She walked downstairs in a stupor.
“What’s up Buffy?” Angel
asked.
“Spike.”
“What about him?”
“He’s up, he’s happy to
see me.”
“What?”
“He’s jerking off in the
showering thinking about me.”
“WHAT? How do you know?”
“Cause I went in to tell
him to come for breakfast and I heard him.”
“And you listened?”
“I heard my name, I
wanted to know what he was saying. I peeked in the bathroom and...”
“YOU WATCHED?” Angel was
mad, she could tell.
“I didn’t watch, I
just... yes I watched.” She couldn’t lie to him. “Only for a couple seconds.”
Just then Spike walked
in and sat at the table. Angel just stared at him. “What mate?” He picked up
the mug and drank. “What? Why’re you lookin’ at me? Why’s he lookin’ at me
Slayer?”
“Cause he’s a freak.
What are we gonna do tonight?” She asked trying to divert Angel’s attention.
“I’m sure Spike could
think of something.” Angel said sarcastically. He stood up and left.
“What’s Peaches
problem?”
“I don’t know. Ignore
him. I’m going to watch TV.”
“Ooo, General Hospital
is on in five minutes.”
“Then let’s go.” Spike
followed her into the living room and the flopped beside each other on the
couch.
He sat on the end of the
bed where he’d made love to Buffy for the last two months. He had no idea how
to process this information. Spike was picturing Buffy. Why did that bother
him? What business was it of his who Spike thought of while he got himself off?
It bothered him because
he was jealous. He knew Buffy was close to his childe. She talked to him. They
had more in common, both following pop culture, added to the fact that Spike
wasn’t afraid to be who he was, a vampire. He didn’t brood and feel guilty all
the time, which was good for Buffy. Plus Spike had been who Buffy had turned to
when she’s almost committed suicide. That’s why it bothered him. What were his
feelings for Buffy? Angel wondered that. He began getting dressed.
His childe, Spike,
William. He couldn’t apologize enough for the damage he had done when Spike had
been wheelchair bound. The days he’d spent watching his fledglings fuck his
childe had been amusing at the time, but was not to his soul now. He was aware
that he had two different versions of his soulless self. The first one had
loved William, had been possessive of him. William had been Angelus’ favorite
childe, and more of a companion than subordinate. Dru had been a fucktoy, but
he’d turned William initially for himself. He had been drawn to the young man.
William had fire and passion and a knack for violence and affection. He’d had a
spark, he was a diamond in the rough. The second version of his soulless self
had been so obsessed and in love with Buffy that the rest of the world be
damned and Spike had been one of those that got in his way.
After he’d been cursed,
he thought of finding William and Drusilla. But his own Sire had kicked him to
the curb, why would his childer want him? But now? He wanted to find common
ground. When Spike had first showed up, the two had nothing but contempt for
each other, for different reasons. Spike no doubt, felt betrayed and abandoned.
Angel had mainly felt guilty for what he’d created and the life he’d destroyed
and perhaps shut out. He felt that now they were slowly moving past that. Spike
and Angel had patrolled together a few times and had talked and it was nice
being with his childe.
He walked downstairs and
saw his two childer watching that damn soap opera. “She’s SO stupid, god I wish
they’d stick her and AJ in a truck and run them off a cliff.”
“I know, I can’t stand
her, but what about Helena?”
“Oh I know.” Buffy said.
“I hate her and how dare she do that to Chloe!”
“What about poor Emily?”
“Oh god, her tears are
so fake though. She’ll pull through and maybe this’ll help Lucky and Liz get together
again.”
“I hope so I think they
are so cute.” He agreed with her.
“And he was so sweet
after the rape... that was so long ago.”
“I missed that part of
it, Dru and I left before they really got together.”
“Oh god I was crying
when they kissed the first time. I was hoping for a good love scene between
them, but they haven’t yet, course she was distraught after the rape.”
“You two sound like
little old ladies at a retirement home.” Angel quipped as he sat in a chair
next to the television.
“You should watch this
stuff Angel, you pick up a lot of pop culture, you wouldn’t sound so old.”
“Pop culture?” Angel
asked Spike.
“Yeah, they have bands
on there, like that 89 degrees.” Spike explained.
“98 degrees you idiot,
98 degrees.” She said hitting his arm.
“Whatever, we going out
tonight?”
“We sleep all day of
course we’re going out. Now SHHH! Carly and Sonny are gonna fuck.” The two
immediately shut up and stared at the screen. He watched as the two characters
stared up at the stars. She was pretty. Angel moved and sat between his childer
on the couch. “He’s so sexy.”
“I liked Jason better.”
“Me too. I love little
Michael, he’s so adorable when he talks.”
“He’s a cute kid as kids
go.”
“If you’re gonna watch,
shut up and watch.” Angel said and Spike and Buffy laughed at him.
His Sire sat between
himself and Buffy. He glanced down as Angel rubbed Buffy’s thigh throughout the
rest of the show. When it was over he got up. “I’ll be in my room.”
“And what are you gonna
do my lady?” Angel asked.
“I’m going to take a
nice warm bubble bath.”
“Want company?”
“No. Sorry, but every
time you promise you’ll be good, I always end up needing to take another bath.”
She left and he decided to go up and see what Spike was doing. He knocked on
the door and there was no answer. He opened the door to find Spike laying on
his back sprawled on the bed. “Spike?” He looked up at him.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing. What’s up?”
“Nothing. Boring old
nothing.” His childe didn’t move. “Ever notice how year after year immortal
life gets duller and duller? With all the inventions these days, it’s just not
as fun as it used to be.”
“See, I find these days
exciting. From the turn of the century to about five years ago was boring.”
“I guess all that
brooding was pretty dull, huh?”
“Yes. If you’re bored
buy something to keep you busy. You never were a big reader, but how about some
game like Nintendo or something.”
“I wanna computer.”
“So get one.”
“With what money? I haven’t
got any and petty theft doesn’t earn that much.”
“You’ve been robbing
people?” Angel sat on the bed and leaned back.
“Yes. Paid for blood and
smokes but no one carries that much cash in this bleeding Hell.”
“If you don’t like it,
go somewhere else?”
“And do what? Sit on my
arse all day just to walk around at night and hope no one hits me? Least here I
can mooch off the Watcher and Slayer.”
“I’ve got money.”
“I’m not taking any
charity money from you mate.”
“Why? You always took my
money.”
“That was before, this
is now.”
“What’s different?”
Angel asked, detecting a tint of hurt in his childe’s voice.
“What’s different? For
one you’ve got a bleedin’ soul, I’ve got a chip in my head and it’s a hundred
years later.”
“So? Why can’t you let
me buy you a computer?”
“Because.”
“Because why? Tell me or
I’ll beat the crap out of you and you know I can.”
“I could take you mate,
if I wanted to, I could.”
“Please. I’ll believe
that when I see it.” Spike jumped up, never one to leave a challenge.
“Let’s go then.”
“Okay. We’ll fight after
the sunsets. If I win you have to let me buy you a computer.”
“And if I win?”
“What do you want?”
His sire posed a good
question. What did he want? A day with Buffy. He wanted to make love to her. He
didn’t dare ask. A night with Angel. He didn’t dare ask for that either. Either
would make him happy, but otherwise, he didn’t know. “Spike?”
“What?”
“What do you want if you
win?”
“I can’t think of
anything.”
“Yes you can. I see it in
your eyes, you just don’t wanna ask. So I’ll tell you what,” he took a piece of
paper out of his pocket, “you write what you want if you win and stick it in a
envelope and we’ll give it to Buffy so you can’t change your mind. If you win
we’ll open it.”
“There’s no way you’d
give me what I’d write.”
“You win and you can
have whatever you write on that paper.”
“Fine, but you buying me
a computer isn’t something important to you. You know whatever I put on this
piece of paper is something I really want. Something that’ll make me happy so
you’ll throw the fight.”
“Spike I won’t be
throwing the fight if I don’t know the terms. For all I know you’ll want me to
kill someone and that’s not a chance I’m gonna take. But I do want you to be
happy.”
“Why?”
“Because...” just then
the phone rang. “I better get that.” Damn. Angel left. Spike was curious as to
why Angel would make that bet. Angel was sure he’d win. They’d spared before,
they’d fought, they knew each other’s weaknesses and Angel had been the one to
hone Spike’s fighting skills. Angel had no intention of letting him win. Or
would Angel not fight as well as he could so he’d loose and Spike would win
something he really wanted.
There was a knock on the
door some five minutes later. “Spike? Can I come in?”
“Yeah mate.”
“That was Cordelia. I
have to go to LA for a couple days I think, longer than before.”
“So?”
“So I don’t wanna leave
Buffy too long.”
“I’ll watch her.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you
will, but still. I think she’s adjusting better.”
“Some days I think more
so than others, but on the average.”
“Think she’ll be okay if
I go for a few nights?”
“I think she’ll be fine
mate.”
“Okay. I’ll tell her
when she’s out of the shower. I’ll leave after we fight and I’ll bring your
computer back from LA.”
“No way mate. You’re
gonna throw the fight.”
“Why would I let you
win? I have no idea what you’re gonna write.”
“If my prize is gonna be
a secret, yours is too.”
“Fine. Deal. Tonight, we
fight. Sire and Childe.” He stood up and walked out. Sire and Childe? He’d said
it. He hadn’t acknowledged the fact in a while.
THREE HOURS LATER
“So you’re gonna fight
Spike.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“He’s bored. We bet. He
thinks he can beat me, and I know better. So we made a bet. Come on. Sun just
went down.”
“And you’d rather fight
Spike before you leave me than be with me?” He dropped his bag.
“That’s not true and you
know that. I’m not leaving you, I won’t ever again. And Spike may not see me as
his Sire anymore, but I have obligations to him, I want him to be happy, and
he’s not right now. This will make him happier. We used to fight and make bets
all the time. He’d always lose and I’d always win, but we had fun.”
“What are the terms?”
“I don’t know.”
“What?”
“ANGELUS! COME OUT COME
OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE YOU WUSS!” Spike screamed from downstairs.
“Just COME ON!” Angel
grabbed his bag and her hand and they ended up outside on the lawn. “Feelin’
pretty sure about yourself boy?”
He HAD to go and resort
to his pet names, right? To intimidate him. “I’m ready. We haven’t really
fought in a hundred years Sire o’ mine and you’ll find I’m a lot stronger than
I was.”
“You’ll never be as
strong as I am Will.” It was so nice to hear that name from Angel again! He
hadn’t been called that in a hundred years. “Here.” Angel handed him a pen and
a piece of paper. “Write what you get if you win, fold it and give it to Buffy.
I’ll do the same.” He wrote what he wanted. Buffy sat on the lawn now with her
knees drawn up to her chest and he handed her the paper. Angel did the same.
“Right then. Let’s go.”
Angel threw the first
punch and caught Spike off guard and he practically fell. “Sure you don’t wanna
just give up and let me buy you the damn computer?”
“Not a chance.” She
watched them fight. Spike threw a couple good punches to Angel’s gut and Spike
caught a kick in the balls once. The first blood was drawn from Spike’s nose
with a hard upward punch from Angel. The smell assaulted her, she hadn’t
smelled his blood yet. Dusters were thrown on the ground and soon t-shirts were
lost as well. She watched her lover spar his childe, both half-naked. Bruises
were given and disappeared as quickly as the next. She thought it was funny
when their bodies gasped for air that they didn’t need.
She felt herself getting
wet watching them fight. Why did the violence turn her on? It was a part of her
now. She shifted slightly, trying to put pressure on her aching bud. She was
gonna wanna fuck and Angel was leaving. It’d be a long lonely night for her.
He was bleeding, his
bones hurt, one rib was most certainly broken and his balls hurt. He was
determined not to give up. Not with the stakes so high. Angel threw another
punch at his childe and sent Spike toppling to the ground. Spike pulled out his
leg and Angel fell on top of him, chest heaving for air. He caught himself
above Spike on his arms and stared down into his childe’s eyes.
Buffy watched,
entranced, as Angel hovered above Spike, their skin barely touching and she
felt a jolt of electricity through her body.
He felt his sire’s skin
above him, his presence and it was like before. Angel looked down at him and
shifted. He knew what was coming. Angel’s fangs buried themselves deep in his
throat. He screamed as he felt his Sire once again drinking his blood. He
didn’t want to give up. He kneed Angel quickly and flipped him over as his
fangs ripped out of Spike’s neck. Spike was on top, straddling his sire and he
grabbed a stick he saw behind him and pressed it into his sire’s chest. “Check
mate. You’re dust Angelus.”
Angel sat up some in
defeat and Spike rolled off him. “You win, I concede.”
“Damn right you do.
About bloody time.”
“Go get the paper.”
Spike crawled over to Buffy and smelled her sex. He tried not to make his
inhalation of her aroma too obvious. He grabbed his paper and handed it to
Angel. “SPIKE!” Angel punched him. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“What?”
“You fought me for a
stupid computer when I was gonna get you one anyway?” He punched him once more.
“Notice how it says ‘IBM
computer with Windows 98 and a modem and the works’ and by works I mean
scanner, color laser printer with video cam and speakers. Not some cheap
Macintosh.”
“Like I’d buy you a
cheap computer?”
“You always try to cheat
out on your bets.”
“When did you ever win
one?”
Spike growled loudly and
pounced on his sire. Angel tried pushing him off, but ended up looming above
him once more, panting. Before Spike could realize it, Angel’s lips were
pressed to his and his sire’s tongue demanded entrance in his mouth.
Her eyes grew wide as
she watched Angel licking Spike’s lips before sliding his tongue into the
blonde’s mouth. The scent of their arousal filled her nostrils and she was
dripping at the sight. She whimpered when Angel pulled away from his childe.
Angel rolled off him and
stood up quickly. Spike remained on the grass while Angel got his shirt and
duster on. “I... I have to go now.” He glanced at Buffy, “are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Call when you
get there?”
“I will.” He leaned down
and kissed her gently but she deepened the kiss and could almost taste Spike in
his mouth. “I love you Buffy.”
“I know. I love you
too.” He turned to Spike. “I want a rematch.”
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll
beat you again Peaches?” Angel took the piece of paper from Buffy’s hand and
threw it on Spike’s chest as he walked to his car.
“I wouldn’t count on
it.” He said before he threw his bag in he car and drove off. Spike opened the
paper and read it. ‘You.’ Angel had written ‘you.’ What the hell did that mean?
“What did he want
Spike?”
“Nothing.” Spike quickly
tore the paper up. “Nothing. Let’s go patrol.”
~El Fin~
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