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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He didn’t want to leave,
yet there he was in the car heading back to LA. Cordelia had had a particularly
hideous vision and he had to go back. He couldn’t continue to ignore his
obligations.
This was great, he had
to admit. He was laying in his bed with Buffy’s naked body draped over his. He
had practically jumped out of his skin when Angel had gotten the call from LA.
Spike had to remember to hug Cordelia the next time he saw her, to thank her
for taking Angel away for a couple
days. He drifted off to sleep, purring with Buffy in his arms.
LATER THAT EVENING
She laid still just
looking at him, he looked dead, he was dead, for that matter so was she. He
began to stir and she smiled as he opened his eyes. “Hey you.” She whispered.
“Hey yourself.” She
didn’t want to even broach the topic she wanted to with him, but she knew Angel
would not understand, and probably blame himself for it.
“Spike?”
“What is it Slayer?”
“What makes you think
there’s an it?”
“Cause I’ve seen that
face too many times. Tell me.”
“I’m just confused.”
“With what?” She put her
head on his chest and stroked his stomach, while he rubbed her back.
“I... I... never mind,
I’m going to shower.” She went to get up but he held her waist tightly.
“No you’re not love,
what is it?”
“I wanna bite someone.”
He had never in a
million years been expecting THAT from her. He sat up in a second and she did
too. “What?” He asked, searching for confirmation.
“I don’t know, it’s
just... last night with the Slayer, my first instinct used to be to stake my
opponent, now it’s to bite. I dream about it sometimes. I dream about Parker
and Riley and wake up hungry from it, from all the blood. I know why it’s
happening... but how do I stop it? I shouldn’t WANT to bite people.”
“Buffy, it’s what you
are now. You can’t really stop it, it’s a part of you. The only thing I can
think of, is if you just go bite someone and see how you feel. Angel did bite
someone after he was cursed, and he said he thought he could do it, but he
couldn’t. Maybe you’re just curious, cause you’ve never... I’m not saying to go
out and hurt someone, Angel would kill me if I told you to do that, but if you
feel you have to...”
“I’m scared. I can’t go
to that dark place again Spike.”
“I won’t let you. Do you
wanna go out tonight?” She nodded and got up. Twenty minutes later they were
dressed and out the door. “If you feel better Slayer, you can find some
homeless guy or a mugger.”
“So how do I do it?”
“What?”
“Hunt.”
AN HOUR LATER
She nodded and followed
the man and woman down the ally, Spike on her heel. She heard the girl scream
and Buffy ran to the scene. “HEY! Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”
“Like you?” The man
turned around, releasing the girl. She ran out of the ally. “You wanna take me
pretty girl?”
“You wanna take me?” She
said vamping out. The man gasped in horror and she lunged for his neck and
tasted her first drop of human blood. It was so much better than the other
stuff. She kept drinking as she heard the man’s heartbeat slowing.
The man would die within
the next couple minutes. Spike ran into the ally and grabbed her arm. “SLAYER!
STOP IT!” She let go and covered her face with her human mask.
“Thank you, you know,
for stopping me.”
“If you wanna kill him,
do it, just be sure.”
“No. I don’t. Will he
live now?”
“Yes, we’ll just go call
an ambulance and he’ll be fine. He’ll be reformed.”
“The girl got away?”
“Yes, she ran. How do
you feel love?”
“I like it. Am I a
horrible person?” She asked him.
“Yes.” A voice said from
behind them and an arrow hit Buffy’s shoulder.
“BUFFY!” Spike ran over
and pulled the arrow from her. The two turned to face the voice.
“On the same side right?
How do you explain putting that guy in the hospital?” The other slayer
approached them.
“Look, he was going to
rape this girl, we followed him and...”
“You took justice in
your own hands, fine. So where’s the girl?” She asked looking around. Spike
wanted to rip her head off, soddin’ chip.
“She ran.” Buffy
replied.
“Conveniently missing in
action.” She shot another arrow, narrowly missing Spike’s heart, as Buffy
caught it midair.
“I don’t wanna fight
you.” Buffy said.
“That’s great, but I’m
just dying to fight you.” The girl shrugged, “Call me crazy, but I’m the Slayer
and I actually fight vampires, not fuck them.”
Buffy lunged at the
girl, game faced and growling, but stopped as Giles came to the scene. “Stop
this. What’s going on here? Cassandra?”
“Why don’t you ask demon
girl here? Ask her who bit the would-be rapist without an intended.” The girl
answered.
“Buffy?” Giles looked at
her horrified.
“Giles, it isn’t like
that.”
“Like what Buffy? Like
you killing an innocent man?”
“I didn’t kill him, he’s
alive, he’ll be fine. He was going to rape this girl and we saw him dragging
her in here and... I would never KILL someone Giles, you know that.”
“I did, a very long time
ago. I would have sworn you would never have slept with a vampire, but you did.
I would have claimed you would never knowingly endanger the lives of your
family and friends but you did. I would have bet my life on the fact that you
would never intentionally let a vampire kill you, but you did. I don’t know you
at all Buffy.” Buffy started to walk to Giles, but he backed away. “Perhaps you
should go.” He grabbed Cassandra’s arm and the two left.
“Slayer? You okay?”
“I’m fine.” They walked
home in silence.
They got home and Buffy
had gone directly upstairs to the bedroom she shared with Angel. She had not
spoken and he had let her go. He was sitting on the couch when the phone rang
and he picked it up. “Hello?”
“Hey Will, it’s me.”
“Angelus... how’s LA?
Slay that nasty demon?”
“Actually it turned out
to be a few nasty demons and a couple vampires too.”
“The more you tell me
about this stuff, the more I worry.”
“You shouldn’t worry
about me, I’ll be fine.”
“You said that one other
time to me and you didn’t come home for a hundred years.”
“I get your point, but
I’ll be fine. How’s Buffy?”
“Oh you mean the Slayer
that hasn’t spoken for a couple hours? Yeah, she’s great.”
“What happened?”
“Ran into the new
Slayer.”
“Tell me.”
“The other Slayer jumped
to conclusions and told Buffy she’d kill her and Watcher showed up and told her
he didn’t know her and that she should leave.”
“That’s it?”
“More or less.”
“What’s the more
William?”
“Not on the phone
Angelus. You’re not gonna be happy, on second thought, perhaps over the phone
would be safer.”
“TELL ME!” His Sire
growled.
“Okay, so she tells me
she’s curious about biting someone so I told her she sh...”
“She bit someone and the
Slayer saw?”
“More or less.”
Damn his childe! What
the hell was he thinking letting Buffy do that? “How the fuck could you let
that happen Spike?”
“I... I don’t know, I
stopped her from taking it all, I did. She couldn’t control herself, he was
going to rape this girl anyway, but when the Slayer and Watcher showed up the
girl was long gone and thought Buffy and I were lying. It was all just a big
misunderstan...”
“SHUT UP! You had better
not be around when I get back or you’re gonna bleed. I’m on my way.” He hung up
the phone. Favored childe or not, he had no right. How was Buffy? He was on his
way.
Bloody Hell! A mad Sire
is one thing he never wanted to see again. True, Angel had his soul now, but
Spike was a demon, and his childe and he had been bad. It had been wrong to let
Buffy do that, to let her hunt, to teach her to hunt, it was wrong. He knew
that, but what should he have done? She had to find out for herself, better
with someone else than alone. Better to have a back up than become a murderer,
another victim to the demon within.
The water felt so nice
against her skin, it made her warm. The lights were off, nothing but a single
candle burned and she thought back to the night when she’d taken her last
needed breath. She had been selfish, not only did she not think about her
friends and family, but she didn’t think about Angel. What he must be going
through, knowing he did this. “No. I did this.” She tried to convince herself,
but perhaps she was a little mad at him for not letting her die. Perhaps she
was so used to him making the right decision with regards to their
relationship, she’d just assumed he’d do the same again. She’d been wrong and
selfish and had forced him to make the choice, so she didn’t have to take the
blame herself.
She had her first human
blood earlier and she couldn’t get the taste of it out of her mouth. It was
sweet and wondrous and she wanted more. She had made a mistake and again, had
thought nothing of the consequences. It seemed to be a pattern of hers.
He walked upstairs and
knocked on the door. “Slayer?” He opened the door slowly to find the room
deserted. “Slayer?” He walked toward the bathroom.
“Come in.” He opened the
door to find her soaking in the tub, a sole candle burning. She was beautiful,
in dim light, in sunlight, in darkness, covered in slime, she was truly
magnificent.
“Hi.”
“Hey, who was on the
phone?”
“Our Sire.” He sat on
the edge of the tub looking down at her. He could smell the vanilla of the bath
beads she’d put in the water. He dipped his hand in the water. He needed her
again, before his Sire returned and beat him to a bloody pulp. He lightly
brushed her nipple, checking for a reaction, gauging what his next move would
be by her response. She moaned softly and he pulled and twisted the same nipple
harder. He ran circles down her abdomen and grasped at her inner thigh before
plunging a finger in her warmth.
“Oh, how’d the slaying
goooh that feels good.” She said arching into his hand.
“Fine, all visions gone and
killllll.... cor Slayer.” She sucked on his the bicep of his arm that was
teasing her swelling clit.
“Good. That’s good
right? Fuck that’s good Spike...” He plunged two fingers inside her.
“Yes, of course. How are
you?”
“Wet.”
“You’re in the bath of
course you are.”
“That’s not what I
meant.”
She lunged out of the
tub, taking half the water with her. She pounced on Spike and landed on the
bathroom floor spread over him, soaking his clothes. “Slayer...” he hissed. She
tore at his clothes and sooner than she knew, she’d gotten them all off. He was
more than ready for her, but she wasn’t. She sucked on one of his nipples
before biting it and he growled, she growled back. She smiled, content and
positioned herself above his cock. She dropped herself on him, squeezing around
him and he growled loudly and looked up at her with yellow eyes. “Cor
Slayer...”
“That’s not my name
Spike, or should I say William.” Not moving was absolutely killing her, but she
had a purpose.
“Come on please... just
shag me.”
“Say my name Will.”
This must be some kind
of torture his Sire told her to try. This was pure evil, pure Angelus. She
shifted her hips, putting pressure on her clit, he was sure, but not giving him
any relief. “Say. My. Name.” She said accentuating each word with a small
thrust that made his cock scream to be slammed home. He tried to thrust upward
into her but she slapped him and he smelled his own blood. She leaned over and
licked his cheek off.
“BLOODY HELL SLAYER!”
“SAY MY NAME!” She
growled.
“BUFFY, YOUR NAME IS
BUFFY... please Buffy... fuck me so hard I can’t walk for a week.” If he was
going to die, he might as well do it having fun, since his Sire would kill him
painfully.
“That’s right, I’m
Buffy.” He wondered what the whole purpose of the episode was about, but he
didn’t question it as she started slamming herself onto him, gyrating her hips
slightly. She was wondrously tight and he loved it.
She began slamming him
home, upon hearing him scream her name. He felt so good, stretching her from
the inside, painfully and wonderfully at the same time. She threw her hands on
the sides of his head to hold herself up, but to give him an unobstructed view
of her breasts as she gasped for a breath she didn’t need. “Spike!”
He looked up and bit
savagely into her breast as they both climaxed, her fangs buried deep in his
throat. She collapsed onto of him, purring contently. “Thanks Spike. I love
you.”
“Slayer?” She had fallen
asleep. He laid there on the floor with her sprawled out on top of him for a couple
hours.
He wondered what his two
chider were doing. Why had Spike been so stupid? Was Buffy having another
episode? Did she need him? Was he too late? The car could not go fast enough
for his taste. He wanted and needed to be in Sunnydale, soon.
TWO HOURS LATER
Spike sat, waiting for
the inevitable return of his angry Sire. He had decided to let Buffy sleep. He
was sitting on the couch for sometime before she walked in and stood in the
doorway. “Slayer are-”
“Don’t call me that
anymore.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m not the Slayer
anymore. I died and another was called and that’s that. It’s not my town
anymore, it’s not my life. I gave that up and I can’t go around trying to be
something I’m not.”
“You are the Slayer, you
always will be.”
“No, I won’t be.
Anything you were disappeared when you became and the same has happened to me.
I guess I didn’t think everything through. They’re right.”
“What?”
“I didn’t think about
anyone but me, in high school and now. I wanted Angelus and I took him and gave
myself to him and that was my choice. I chose not to kill him, I chose to have
sex with him and let him run around free. If I had been a real slayer, he’d be
gone and Giles would have Jenny and numerous others would have their lives. But
that was my choice and I’m okay with that now. He came back from Hell and he
left, that was his choice. I didn’t accept that and I went to LA and we came
back here. I hurt Parker and Riley. I came here that night to kill myself and
that also my decision. I called him and I made love to him and I drank from
him, those were all my choices.” She looked up from her reverie and let her
human mask disappear. “I did this.” He felt Angel long before Angel appeared in
the doorway. “I did this. I chose this. I thought about everything so
carefully, about sunlight, and children and blood and death and I picked this.
I didn’t once through all that stop and think about what would happen to my
friends or my parents. I thought about me and what I wanted. Giles was right, I
have no respect for him or myself. I did what *I* wanted. I can’t go around
pretending to be a person when I’m not one. I won’t, not anymore. It’s
Cassandra’s town, it’s her Hellmouth and Giles is her Watcher. It’s her world
and I’m not in it anymore, I gave that up of my own volition and I’m going to
deal with the consequences. For once in my life, I’m not going to run or
pretend. I don’t belong here, we don’t belong here. We never did, we never
will. I’m ready to go. It’s time.”
“Go where?” Angel asked.
She spun around. “ANGEL!
You’re back!” She kissed him deeply and pulled him to the couch. Angel sat
beside his older childe and Buffy sat on the coffee table facing them.
“I’m ready to get away
from here. I always said I wanted to get away from the Hellmouth on a permanent
basis so let’s go. We’ll go fight demons in our own way in LA. There’s nothing
stopping us.”
“I’m okay with that, but
are you sure Sla... Buffy?”
“I’m fine with it. It’s
hard to let go, but my life is over. I’ve got a new one now with you guys and I’m
ready for it.”
“Then that’s what we’ll
do kiddies, we’re going to LA.” Angel said. Spike had felt his Sire’s glare
since he’d stood in the doorway listening to Buffy.
“What’ll we do with the
mansion?” She inquired.
“Keep it as a vacation
home, eh pet?” He leaned on his Sire’s shoulder. “Um, I hate to be the unsouled
demon that I am, but are you two always gonna brood, cause that’s going to be a
pain in my ass...”
“I love you Spike.” She
said softly.
Hearing those words
spoken from Buffy to his childe was unimaginable. She actually meant it. He
tried not to be mad, he tried to stay calm, but he knew they had been together
while he was away. Boundaries were going to be a necessity. Buffy spoken while
getting up, “I’m hungry, you two want?” He nodded his head, as did his childe
and she disappeared into the kitchen.
“You are far from okay
with me boy.” Upon those words, he felt his childe begin to tremble. ‘Good.’
“I know Sire, I’m
sorry.” Angel stood up, his yellow eyes glaring back at Spike.
“You’ll be more than
sorry.”
Spike stood up. “Let’s
have at it then.” He took his fighting stance but Angel just laughed. “What’s
so funny mate?”
“You.” His Sire leaned
in to him and whispered in his ear, “you think a little fight is gonna make
this better Will? Far from it. I’ve got a much better plan.” Angel took a
couple steps back and glared at him. His Sire had very few expressions
recently, but the expression he wore now was one he knew well. One he both
feared and longed for. He knew the words that would accompany the expression.
Spike was waiting for the four little words he hadn’t heard in so long.
“Upstairs. Bedroom. Naked. Now.” There they were and Spike’s eyes darted down,
trying to hide his anticipation of his punishment. He had to remind himself to
walk, instead of leaping up the stairs to his room.
He chuckled to himself
as he followed Spike up the stairs. Stupid childe, thinking he could hide his
desire. He craved Angel’s attention, and Angel knew it. William had always
loved his punishments and Angelus had always been too in love with his childe
to truly punish. To the casual observer, and his Sire, he punished his childe
beyond words, but to the two, in closed quarters, they were equals, or almost.
William was just the type who loved being dominated and Angelus had loved to
dominate.
Dru had been completely
about domination, domination and obsession, control and power. It had been a
battle he won. He made her mad, he took away everything she could cling to, her
family, her friends, her trust and purity, then he took away her God. She was
his toy, his plaything. It had been fun at first, for a few years, but he grew
weary of his Sire and her for company. He was going to leave Drusilla, but he
couldn’t leave her broken.
He went hunting for a
suitable mate for her, but found one for him instead.
**********
He was walking the
streets searching and had decided to go to a pub. He’d ordered a shot and sat
down at a table against the wall. He scanned the room, watching, waiting for someone
to catch his eye and catch his eye someone did. Out of the corner of his eye a
blue glimmer caught his attention. He looked at the man, who owned the blue
eyes. Angelus took a deep breath at the sight of the blue eyes and the boy with
dark brown hair that sat at the bar. The barmaid, and local trollop, approached
his table.
“Will you be havin’
another shot sir?”
“No. Actually, yes I
would.” She returned a few minutes later and placed the drink on the table. He
caught her arm. “Might I request yer company a spell?” She smiled and sat down.
He pointed to the boy at the bar. “Who’s that lad?”
“That, sir, is little
Will, word is his Father got him set to marry but he refuses.”
“Why?”
“Word is little Will has
no way with the women folk, town say he prefers the men.”
“Does he now?”
“Just rumors, but the
chit he’s set to marry says he refuses to touch her. That says nothin’ though
cause she a ugly tramp she is. He’d be better of with anyone but her.”
“Thanks.” He dropped a
few coins on the table and one down her dress.
“Why Sir!”
“Fer yer troubles.”
“No trouble atall.” She
winked and left.
**********
He laid on the bed,
completely naked, waiting for his Sire. HIS Sire. Like Angelus was ever HIS.
Angelus belonged to no one. Angel did. He belonged to Buffy. Spike wondered
where that left him. Had it been one hundred and twenty-eight years earlier,
he’d know where he stood. He had stood in the middle since that first night,
the center of his Sire’s attentions.
**********
He had slinked into the
pub to try and escape. He sat at the bar while Millie went about serving the
already drunk group. “Hey Millie.”
“Will, I thought you
were meetin’ the family.”
“I was, I did.”
“And yer here? At this
hour?”
“It didn’t go well.”
“You can do so much
better than Audrey Harper. Sides, she’s not been talkin’ nice bout ya.”
“No?”
“Says you won’t so much
as touch’er.”
“Look at’er.”
“I know Will. You know
that fella?” She pointed to a brown haired man across the room. The man seemed pale,
but his eyes were so intense, brown and full. His gaze was intent, burning into
William’s body.
“No. Why?”
“He was askin’ bout ya.”
“Really.” She walked
away carrying a few drinks. He gulped down the rest of his and stood up, not
breaking the gaze with the stranger. He walked out the door and was followed a
couple blocks before turning to face the man. “Who are you? And why you
followin’ me?”
“I was watchin’ ye
little Will.”
“I know, Millie told me
as much. Why?” He just stared at him blankly. “If yer not gonna answer me
question, at least tell me yer name, since you know as much bout me.”
“Angelus is what I go by
now.”
“You had a different
name before?”
“Yes, a long time ago.
Walk with me William.” Hearing his name had never sounded as good and when
Angelus put his hand on the small of his back to usher him along, he jumped.
The man just chuckled quietly.
**********
Angel entered the room
quietly, closing the door behind him, and saw Spike laying on the bed, his eyes
were closed and Angel wondered what he was thinking about. ‘One way to find
out.’ He stripped himself of his shirt and pants as he closed the distance
between the door and the bed. He leaned over his childe, deep in some thought
or reverie and ran his tongue up the length of his left leg. His eyes met
Spike’s, now wide open. “Whacha thinking about William?”
Hearing Angel call him
that after coming out of his memory was so nice. He was Spike to so many
people, but he would never be to his Sire, never to Angelus, perhaps to the unsouled
Angel, but not to his Angelus. Angel pushed him over a little and laid down
next to him.
“I was thinking about
the night I met my would-be in-laws.”
“Ah, the wondrous family
of Audrey Harper.”
“You remember?”
“Of course I do little
Will. I remember everything you told me with that mouth of yours. It’s one of
your best features.”
“My mouth and my arse,
eh pet?”
“You got it. You know me
too well.”
“Not anymore I don’t. I
did. Sometimes I do, sometimes I can pretend that it’s a lifetime ago and it’s
just us. I can pretend that Dru’s hunting or listening to the moon and we’re
alone in the house. That you just came back from the bitch and we’re catching
up.”
“I know. I miss those
times Will.”
“I do too.” Angel
stroked his cheek. “Sire, about Buf...” he was silenced with Angel’s lips on
his own, his tongue in his mouth. It was a gentle kiss at first, but Angel was
never a real patient man, but especially when it came to kissing, and he soon
deepened it. It’s intensity changed quickly. He always had a talent with body
language. He was able to say so much, just by touching or looking.
“This isn’t about Buffy,
this is about us.”
Spike immediately turned
away, as he had so many times. His William was shy. Angel put his hand to his chin
and pulled the gaze of childe back to him. A tear had formed and ran down his
childe’s pale cheek. He had intended to punish Spike, but he couldn’t, not now,
not ever. Things were different and there was no sense in pretending they
weren’t. Spike had been punished enough after he’d lost his soul, he’d paid
enough for his indiscretions, past, present and future.
He went to wipe the tear
but second thought found him licking the tear off his face. He leaned in and
kissed him again, quietly, before running his tongue along his jaw and down his
neck. He stopped at the scar. The first one.
He knew where Angel had
stopped. He always paid homage to the first time, to the scar that declared HIS
William as his. He groaned as Angel’s tongue ran over the scar, and his fingers
ran down his chest lightly before resting on his abdomen. He closed his eyes
and let himself be taken, swept away by the need for his Sire, for Angelus, for
Angel, for they were all one in the same to him.
He wiggled his arm under
his Sire’s body to pull him on top of him. The need to feel his weight above
him, without the Slayer, without Dru, was overwhelming and Angel somehow knew.
He always knew what his childer needed. He grew even harder at the sensation of
being covered by the older vampire. He could feel his Sire’s manhood as well,
rubbing against his own. Precious friction.
It occurred to him that
this night had thus far been one sided and decided to test the souled version
of his Sire. He ran his tongue along Angel’s neck and got a growl in return, as
their lips met once again. The kiss was filled with passion and desire and
need, a need he hadn’t felt from his Sire in so long, a need for HIM. Only for
him, specifically for him. Angel rolled beside him and laid on his back for a
minute. “Sire?”
His voice was so meek,
like it had been so long ago. When the man had first felt another man’s touch.
Angel smiled. Not *all* his memories from his demon days were bad.
He closed his eyes,
waiting for a response from Angel. He was scared now. Had Angel changed his
mind? They couldn’t be together without Buffy, that was it. He could learn to
live with that bu... he heard the change before he opened his eyes to see
Angel’s fangs sinking into his wrist. He watched as Angel coated his hand with his
blood. A wave of relief washed over Spike. He watched his Sire coat his
erection before slipping into his human features and making eye contact with
him. He knew that look. He didn’t need further instruction. Angelus had always
been into eye contact for intimate moments. Not so much for a quick shag before
dinner, but for the real intimate times, like now.
He touched his Sire’s
cheek and was rewarded as Angel took in his finger and sucked on it. Spike
smiled as did Angel. He needed him badly, now. He pulled his legs up as much as
he could and Angel positioned himself between them and swung them over his
shoulders. He felt Angel’s blood coated finger slide in and a purr emanated
from deep within his chest. Angel smiled and answered him back.
He wanted this so badly,
he needed it. Their last few couplings had been with Buffy. He had shared
William, and he wanted him for himself, for once. William was ready for him. He
leaned down and kissed his forehead gently before pushing through, while
looking at his lover. He entered him halfway and pulled out, reentering to the
hilt. Spike gasped and bucked up into Angel’s hips. They kept eye contact as he
began thrusting into his childe.
William’s own erection
rubbed Angel’s stomach. He could tell his childe wanted so badly to close his
eyes, William always did, but he kept them, forced them open, for Angel, for
his Sire. He was close to his release and growled, allowing the recession of
his mask. He put his wrist to his mouth and bit down. This was for William. He
offered his wrist and Will clamped down on it with his beautiful face.
To be *offered* his
Sire’s blood this way was different than anything before. With the Slayer it
had been different. He’d been offered his wrist, but not this way, it was just
different. They both screamed and growled as they found their release, staring
at each other. He was covered in a mixture of Angel and himself and it was
wonderful.
Angel stayed on top of
him for a few minutes. Spike wondered if he would now leave and go to Buffy. He
was afraid he would do that, but Angel didn’t. He pulled away from him and
Spike curled up, Angel spooning his body around his favored childe.
In these precious
moments, stolen from their past, he was glad he’d felt the need to stop at that
bar one hundred and twenty-eight years ago.
~El Fin~
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