AUTHORS: dru & EvilWillow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Lost & Found
PAIRING : Angel/Spike
RATING : NC17 (highly
smutty)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE : dru wrote Spike, EvilWillow wrote Angel
AUTHOR'S NOTE : unbetaed
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PART
TWO
Wow. That's...
that's a lot. And I know, Wesley's been sure Connor was a big deal, but I guess
I just hoped that he was being pessimistic for nothing.
I
should've known better.
"I..."
I was about to tell him to just stop, but then I look in his eyes. And he
thinks this is really important; I can tell. "All right," I say.
"If you think I need to know... I trust you." And I do. Even though
he's hurt me, I understood his reasons for doing it. He was never *trying* to
hurt me. And now I just have to believe he's doing what he thinks is right for
me. For all of us.
"It's...
not *all* bad."
I
walk over to him and sit down on the table in front of him. I reach out and
touch his cheek.
"In
fact, most of it's so-"
"Angelcakes...
little Connor here wants his ...oh."
Shit
is all I can think as Lorne walks in with a crying Connor. Damn. Not the way I
wanted Will to see Connor for the first time.
I
just sit there, torn between going to my son and afraid that if I do Spike will
think. Damn it. I don't want to *choose* between them.
OH.
So...
*that's*... Connor.
He's...
cute.
I hop
off the table and walk over to... the green man. "So... you're what all
the fuss is about, huh?" I put my finger out and he grabs it. He's strong,
for a baby. "I guess you're... my brother?" I look over at Angel
questioningly.
Oh.
Oh wow. "I... something like that... maybe? We'll figure it out
later," I shrug.
And
Connor stops crying the instant Spike walks over . I guess he can recognize
family.
I
walk over and take Connor from Lorne, but he doesn't have any intention of
letting go of Spike's finger. "Oh, Spike, Lorne. Lorne, Spike," I
add.
"'Lo."
I
look at Angel holding him and... I don't know what I was worried about.
It
*is* different, because if he *ever* looked at me like that... I'd stake him.
I've
never really been this close to a baby before... I mean- one I wasn't planning
on- not that I ever *ate* a baby. Small children, yes. But babies?
Takes
the fun out of it if they won't scream just a little.
He's
really cute, sweet. He's got those pudgy cheeks of Angel's.
Shame
that... "Angel- something's coming."
I
watch the green man leave... and *that* is weird. I've never seen a demon quite
like *him*. Is he even *from* this dimension?
"Something
*big*." I glance back down at Connor and tell him, "*Someone* is
going to need a *lot* of protection. Yes, you are."
Okay.
I can now officially kill myself.
I
swore I'd never speak 'baby speak'.
Okay.
Is it really sick that I got turned on hearing my lover talk baby-talk to my
son? Nevermind, I don't want to think about that too much.
I
just... I really love him so much. I shift Connor to one arm and reach out and
brush the fingers of my other hand over Spike's cheek. "Are you
saying...."
"Yeah,"
I tell him. "You're going to need it, Angel. You're going to need all the
help you can get."
And
*that* sounded... wrong. I mean... "I was- stupid. You *know* I want to be
here. Not just because of what I know... but because... of *you*,
*Angelcakes*."
Oh
god. From the moment he made me stop the car a week ago, I've refused to
believe he'd come back to me. And now he's...
He's
right here and he's looking at me ... and oh he can't seriously think that Lorn
is... Well maybe in Lorne's dreams, but green just isn't my color. I'm more
into blue. "Lorne's just.... Lorne," I shrug. "He'll probably
come up with all kinds of annoying petnames for you, too. But try to be nice to
him, Spike. He's good to have around, for two reasons. He's a psychic and he's
also very good with Connor. He's a great choice as a last-minute babysitter.
"But
he's *not* what I want to talk about," I add with a smile. And I haven't
smiled for a week. It feels good.
"Are
you *sure* about this, Spike?" I ask. "I mean, I'm sure there's going
to be something else that I haven't mentioned or I might do something to piss
you off. But I would never ever intentionally hurt you. And I just... I can't
lose you again because I love you so much--"
"So..."
I cut him off, because who wants to listen to *that*?
Well...
*I* do.. but I prefer to have him spout about how much he loves when he's
buried inside me and very much naked, which he's not right now.
I
can't believe I'm going to do this when he's holding a baby... but... I slip my
hand down and stroke his cock through his pants.
"Last
minute babysitter... eh? What's he doin' *now*?"
"LORNE!"
I yell. And strangely enough, that *never* frightens Connor. He knows already
that I'm going to protect him. Always.
Lorne
comes back in and damn him, he was listening outside the door, because that was
TOO fast of a response. I narrow my eyes at him and he chuckles nervously.
"You bellowed?"
"Watch
Connor tonight?" I ask.
He
sighs. And thank you, Spike for removing your hand from my cock. Because we
didn't need to help with the mental image Lorne is conjuring up as he looks at
us. "I guess," he shrugs. He walks over and takes Connor and adds,
"Just don't be too loud, huh? It's really not fair to those of us who
aren't getting any..."
And
then he's gone.
And
then I shove Spike up against the wall and kiss him desperately.
OHfuckme.
"Angel!"
I gasp. "Please... wait."
Ohgod,
wait.
I
still need to- holy shit. He's *really* hard.
I
mean... *really* hard.
"Angel-
he's gonna die."
Okay.
Mood killer right there.
I
pull away. "No, he's not," I state firmly. "The prophecy can be
wrong. The Powers change their minds all the time. I won't believe it."
"Angel-
it's important that we're prepared... and am *I* really being the
grown-up?"
"Spike,
from the moment Darla got pregnant I was well aware that it wasn't going to be
easy. And I'm all for being prepared. But don't try to make me believe that I
won't be able to save him. Because I refuse to believe it.
"If
anyone tried to kill Connor, I'd kill him or it first, or die trying. Just as I
would do if anything came after you."
"Would
you just *shut* up."
He
gets so damn protective, which is really cute.. but...
"Something
is coming and I don't know what it is. The books... the pages- it's all about
his life and what's going to happen. But... when he dies- you can't prevent
that."
"Stop
saying that!" And this isn't turning out to be the reunion I'd hoped for.
"I
WILL NOT!" I scream back at him. "Just like you couldn't stop it when
*you* did, you won't be able to when it's *his* time. Face it, Angel- no matter
how it happens- you *will* *outlive* your *son*."
"And
are you paying attention? It's not going to be *now*. It's not going to be in
five years... you'll get to see him grow up. But the something it speaks to...
it's not named specifically. It's just... it'll be bad. I think it's more a
series of events, rather than a *thing*.
I let
out the breath I didn't know I was holding. I just thought... Spike came now,
so I figured it was going to happen any day now. And the way Wesley looks at me
and Connor... it just... I didn't realize I was as worried as I was.
But
it's not now. Some day. And at least Connor will have a life. A good one, if I
have any say in the matter. So I guess... like Spike said, it's not *all* bad.
"A
bunch of things. And- the Prophecies... it talks about the First's *two*
protectors. We're *both* factored into this, Angel. We *both* are needed."
He
looks relieved.
That's
because he doesn't know...
And I
won't tell him.
He'll
try to change it and that's not how it's supposed to be.
I
just can't get those last six words of the passage out of my head.
'The
father will kill the son.'
"Twenty-five
years, Angel. He'll have twenty-five years before he'll have to fight. But
people will come for him... to take him. We have to be prepared, which means
*not* going far away from him... and *not* turning our backs for a second so we
can snog.
"You
might even wanna hire some protection for him or something... some magical
spells? I don't know... but- we just need to make sure he survives those
twenty-five years, Angel. It's *necessary* and *pivitol*, to the world."
"I
love you."
Okay,
to him that was probably completely random. But it had a whole gradual buildup.
It's just... when I finally shut up and listened to him... He's really serious
about this. Helping me. Helping Connor.
And
I'm just amazed by him. He read - translated this whole prophecy, and then came
here and told me things that I didn't want to hear, but he knew I needed to.
And he's just...
And
does he even *realize* he's talking about helping to try to save the world?
Not
that I wasn't madly in love with him when he was the "Big Bad"... but
now... There's just so much about him that I never bothered to see. How loyal
he is, how protective he is about the people he loves... I guess I saw a lot of
it but I took it for granted. But I won't do that anymore.
"There
*is* more... a *lot* more... but I'm afraid if I tell you, you'll try and stop
it and it's important that it all happens."
And
since I'm quite possibly the only person in the country that can *read* the
combination of those twenty demonic languages... I guess the secret is safe
with me.
"OH!
The books! We need to get them magically holed up somewhere... so they're
protected from demon's trying to locate them. Anyway... If you want- to know...
then... but-"
"No,"
I decide. He gives me a surprised look and I explain, "I love you and I
trust you. So whatever happens, we'll just take it as it comes. Together?"
So
I'm gonna have to *keep* this stuff to myself?
I'm
gonna have to sit by and watch Connor grow up... and... I'm gonna have to watch Connor kill his own son?
I
guess, if Angel *did* know, he'd try and stop Connor from ever *meeting* a
female.
But I
know on that day, Angel's gonna need me the most. Because it's going to tear
him apart the day when he loses his only son *and* his only grandson.
"Together,"
I resolve. I have to just hide it from myself, from my face... from him.
"And
I love you too, in case I haven't said it yet. I *am* sorry for being stupid
and making you drive away."
It's
bad. I can see it in his eyes. But I can't help hoping, despite what he thinks
he knows, that we'll be able to fix it.
I
mean, it's corny but I really think that together we can manage. We always did.
We could get out of any jam, win in any fight, get over any quarrel, and hell,
we survived Darla's jealousy. And now... after everything we've done to each
other, here we are.
"I
think ... maybe it turned out to be the right thing?" I say hesitantly.
"I'm not saying I wasn't miserable. But it gave us both time to think
things through. And now we're *really* sure, and that's better than rushing
into this based only on the emotion of the moment.
"And
I love you too, Will." I lean down to kiss him, sliding my arms around his
waist.
How
come after everything that's happened… he can still do this to me? How come it
still feels right?
I
guess I'll try my damndest to forget what I know. I can't do anything about it
anyway- and will it be so terrible for his son to save the world? I mea-
"Angel!"
I moan as his mouth is suddenly sucking on my neck. "Shit…" I groan and
thrust into his hips. He sure as hell can distract me any time he wants.
*That's* fo- "Angel," I whimper. I don't like being reduced to
whimperi-
Hey
wasn't he supposed to be in chai- "ANGEL! *Please*! Drink me." I
don't care if it sounds needy… what he's doing… the way he's sucking… I need
his fangs in me. I need something in me. *Him*.
I
don't think I've ever heard better words out of his mouth... No, I take that
back. 'I love you' and 'fuck me' are pretty high up there on the list too.
I
grind my hips against his as I let my demon slip forward. I don't think I've
been happier in a --
Shit.
I
pull away and I see the confusion on his face. "Hold that thought," I
say and rush out. Shit, fuck, damn and did I mention shit? I was happy just now.
Danger-to-my-soul happy, maybe, and I don't know where the fucking potion is!
I
make it up to my room and search through my clothes. What was I wearing that
night? I don't... oh. The leather. Of course.
There
it is. And now I just hope Will's still around and didn't think-- I really need
to learn to communicate better with him.
Okay,
and what the *fuck*?
He
thinks he ca- well. No freakin' *way* he's gonna leave me here in his kitchen.
I go
up after him because I'm hard and I want the Angelsex again.
"Ya
know," I say, leaning in the door jam. "A fella could develop a
complex, if he's left this many times..." I look at him and swaggle my
eyebrow. "Doncha think, Angelus?"
I
smile and hold up the bottle of potion that I just took. "Well... I had this
sudden attack of happiness," I shrug as I walk over and kiss him.
"But now we can-- Oh! Wait!" I say. "C'mere," I add, taking
his hand and leading him back out of the room and downstairs. "I gotta
show you something," I explain when he gives me an aggravated look.
I
don't let go of his hand as we walk past the others. As far as I'm concerned,
they can just get used to the fact that Spike is here and I'm *with* him. They
don't even look up at us. And that's fine. I'll make the official introductions
of Spike to Gunn and Fred later.
Right
now I have a surprise for my childe. We go downstairs to my excercise room. I
walk over to the far door, the door that only *I* have a key for. "I'll
have a key made for you," I say, and then I open it.
I've
been working on this room all week, during the day when the others are gone. It
was a store room, but it was the perfect size for a vampire ... um, play room?
There's a set of chains with shackles attached hanging from the ceiling, and a
bench with various... toys. Of course it's not finished yet, and I'm sure Spike
will have suggestions.
I
turn and look at his shocked expression. "I guess I haven't been
*completely* without hope, this week," I say.
Wow.
I never...
well... I guss *that's* not true. 'Cause I have. I very much have.
But...
"I guess not."
I
look around... chains, lots of chains. Some toys... "A little mild for
you, Peaches. I assume in *this* room, there *will* be a safety word..." I
wink at him. "A little poufy, don't you think?"
I
smile and pull him closer, grinding my hips against his. "Safety
word?" I say. "We never used a safety word before, why should we
start now?" I ask, leaning down to nip at his neck playfully.
"Well...
what's a vamp to think? Ya got no whips... no switches... no cuffs... no
manacles... are you gettin' senial in your old age, Pet?"
Shit.
I swear if he nips my neck again...
"Why
don't you take that little potion of yours, so we can shag, because... I
*really* need to shag."
I
look around and... I know we said chains. Did he mean *now*?
"I
already took the potion," I say. I shift into game face and drag my fangs
along his throat, making shallow cuts, which I lap at eagerly. He moans and
tightens his hold on my waist. "And I've got a whole box of stuff over
under the bench. Things that I've kept for the last two centuries, for reasons
unknown to me until now."
I
slip a hand between us to stroke him through his jeans and I raise my head to
look at him. "So... what do you want, Will?" I ask. "Wanna stay
here, or go up to my room? Or ... here, *then* my room? Or my room then here?
"The
basement's soundproof," I add with a grin. "Not that it wouldn't be
fun to chase them all out of the hotel with the sounds of our pleasure..."
"Angel..."
I groan and pull away from him.
"Why
don't we just... lock the door for now?"
"Are
you saying you want to go back upstairs?" I ask.
Well,
I'm not sure if he's upset or not... but...
"Yeah."
I'm surprised.
Not unpleasantly surprised, though. I was hoping to take him again in my bed,
but I didn't want him to think I wasn't willing to follow through with our
deal.
"Fine
with me," I reply with a smile. We walk out and I lock the door behind us.
"So do you want to get your things out of your car now or later?" I
wonder as I follow him back upstairs to the lobby.
Oh,
I'm *so* happy.
It's
not that I *don't* want to see him in chains... just not tonight.
Maybe
tomorrow.
All
day.
"Later."
I
squeeze his ass a little before adding, "You *know* what I want now."
"Yeah,"
I wink. "Same thing I--"
"I'm
sorry. I thought I could stay quiet but I can't," Cordelia says. God, why
hasn't she gone home to Gruselugg yet? "If you hurt him," she says to
Spike, "I'll stake you myself."
"Cordelia--"
"If
you make him all broody in his room without coming out for a week, I'll toss a
bucket of holy water on you--"
"Oh
he'll be coming all rig-" Okay. Bad words to say.
"Cordelia-"
I take her arm and pull her aside. "I have no intention of hurting
him." I stare directly into her eyes and say, "Ever." And then,
I add, "Unless he wants."
"EEW!"
She says. "Too much information, and good bye and did I mention eew? I
mean the visions of you two going at it in Angel's bed was bad enough..."
Thank god her voice trails off as she leaves.
But
wait. In my bed? Oh. I don't know if I caught that detail of the vision
earlier. I guess it wasn't an inaccurate vision after all.
And
this is not the way I wanted to do this, but they're all staring at us, so...
"Spike, you know Wesley. This is Wesley, Gunn and Fred, guys Spike is a
very old..."
"Enemy?"
Wesley supplies.
"Friend,"
I say, giving him a 'Not now' look. "Spike is going to be staying at the
Hyperion. Indefinitely. And he'll probably be helping out on cases, in the
future. Now if you'll excuse us, we've got some catching up to do."
And I
know they're going to take it the ... well, right way actually... but I don't
care. They'll learn to deal with Spike, our relationship, and everything else,
eventually. I can't worry about it too much though, not right now when I need
him so badly.
"Hello,
How do you do?" I ask, extending a hand to... well, apparently just the
cute girl with the glasses. "Fred was it?"
"Yes,
pleased to make your acquaintence," she responds.
"I
wouldn't be so sure," Cordelia pipes up as she walks back into the room
with a file.
"You're
just jealous, 'cause you ain't gettin' any and *I* will be."
And at
*this* point, I see one's face turn bright red, and the new girl blushes. The
tall one... Gunn? Doesn't move.
"For
your information I'm getting plenty," Cordelia replies and then frowns.
"And why am I telling you that?!" She turns to Fred. "Spike's evil.
Don't go getting a crush on *him* too, because he seems all sweet and stuff
because he isn't."
"Hey!"
Gunn interjects at this point. "Leave Fred alone, and she will not be
crushing on anyone, okay? Spike... right?" he says turning to Spike. Spike
just nods. "Just don't try to make him evil. We've had enough of people
and demons trying to do that to him. If you don't do that, we'll get
along."
"*Believe*
me, *I* don't want that either," I tell him.
Okay.
I turn to Angel and flash him my fangs. I need it. *Now*.
I just hope he gets the
message.
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