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
FOUR
Yeah...
this is the effin' life all right.
I
love listening to him drone on and that was three for him, right?
And I
am almost completely sated and I haven't come once.
I do
release him, a few minutes after he tried to be free of my fangs, and as I do
pull away, I like his gently, caressing his abused flesh with my red tongue.
It's
all about the blood.
I
place his hips gently on the bed and look up at him. Yeah... he's well-fucked.
I take good care of my mate.
"So..."
I slink my way up his body, crawling like a predator... the scent of his blood
is liquid in the room, drowning my senses.
My hands
slide over his shoulders and wrap around his neck and up into his hair as I
plant a bloody kiss on his lips. "Tastes good."
He's
shaking, I think. Is that normal? Did I take too much?
"Are
you okay?" I ask quickly. God, if I took too much... I didn't wanna hurt
him.
"I'm
perfect," I manage as I wrap my arms around him. "I just... never
felt anything so... incredible. *Ever.* I mean ... *all* of it, Will. Nobody
can make me feel the way you do."
"I
damn sure as hell hope so!" I say, nibbling on his neck, like he needs
*that*.
"And
me neither. I just... didn't wanna carried away... but I guess-"
And
I'm glad I'm not looking at him directly right now... "I guess I just
needed to feel you under my skin again... *in* my skin, around my fangs... it's
been so long without you, Angelus. I just... couldn't bear the thought of not
having you again. *All* of you."
I
kiss his chest lightly and then... oh yeah... I'm still hard. In all the suck
fest, I didn't get to come once. Not because I didn't want to... but because he
may be stronger and bigger... but *I've* got *way* more control than he does. I
learned quickly.
"And
in case you didn't get the answer to your question from last week..." I
move my hips, announcing my still-hard-as-a-rock cock. "I can still."
I
smile and flip us over so I'm on top. And I'm starting to recover already,
slowly. "Yeah, I can see that,"I say, thrusting against him. He moans
and arches up into me, increasing the pressure. I let him grind against me a
few times, as I nibble at his earlobe.
"Let's
see how much longer you can hold it, hm?" I suggest.
He
whimpers in protest and I chuckle. "I know, I know. Gotta make it worth it
for you, right? Okay... let's see... how could I possibly up the stakes to the
point where ..."
I
pause for a moment because I need to be sure of this before I make this deal.
Just a look in his eyes is all I need however, to know that he'll make sure I
enjoy it, even if I do lose.
"I
haven't completed *my* part of the ritual, you know," I say with a smile.
"And if you can keep yourself hard, until the ritual is finished... if I
can't make you come before then... I'll let you fuck me" I whisper.
I
don't let him reply, as I start my part of the ritual. It's a little more than
just sharing blood, because I did claim him once already. But then he was my
childe. Now he's my mate. And luckily I remember my part, since I've been
through the shift from sire/childe to mates before.
Staring
into his eyes, I say, "William, my favored, my chosen, my childe. Once my
submissive and never my equal, I now refute that distinction. I claim you as my
lover, my mate, my other half. Now and for all eternity." I kiss him,
sweetly, and quickly, before moving to his throat. I sink my fangs into the
scar I made when I turned him, and drink deeply.
Oh
shit. I'm *not* going to cry. I'm *not* going to cry. I'm *NOT* going t-
Oh
fuck. I'm not.
I'll
drink instead.
"For
eternity," I repeat before sinking my fangs into his neck. Shit... even
after all I took... it's still the sweetest, purest...
SHIT.
I
picked up this trick one day... as I was watching Dru do some magic with one of
her magical friends. She was hitting him sexual spells and he did this thing...
rolled his eyes back and was able to supress himself from coming. I later asked
him about and he told me he rolled his eyes back to envision a word: Lacug.
It's a demon word, part of an old ancient ritual of somekind.
Luckily,
I am able to recall that word and am also able to roll my eyes back and see it
so as to keep from coming as I drink.
Hallelujah
to Demon Roger!
I
can't believe he's still hard. Not that I'm too upset about that. Although I
had hoped I'd be able to make him lose it the way he made me several times
already.
I
guess I gave him too good a reason to maintain control. And I meant it. I'm his
as much as he's mine.
I
remove my fangs from his throat after another few seconds, even though I could
just drink from him for hours. But I guess we can save that for another time.
We *do* have forever to do that... and so many other things together, after
all.
He's
still in game face and I don't know if he realizes it or not. He looks pretty
much just sated for the night. Other than the fact of his very obvious arousal,
that is. "I'm impressed," I admit with a smile.
"However..." I slip a hand down to grip his cock, "... you do
need to come now, don't you?"
I
lean in to kiss him again ... and oh, now there's a thought. I remove my hand
from his cock and brace myself on both hands, also lifting myself onto my knees
so our bodies are no longer touching. He whimpers and reaches for me, and I
grab his wrists, pinning them above his head. "Uh-uh," I say, looking
into his eyes. "I wanna find out if I can still make you come by just
kissing you."
I
move my hands away from his wrists and lean down to kiss him, slipping my
tongue into his mouth, careful to avoid his fangs. I do run the tip of my
tongue along the sensitive underside of those fangs, though. I feel him shudder
and I grin against his mouth. Oh yeah, he's close all right. And hopefully,
I've still got what it takes to send him over the edge.
Ohgod.
This
is not good.
Well...
it *is* good when the tip of his tongue starts rubbing my palate.
Ohgod.
I want to touch him. I *have* to touch him.
I
slowly start to slide my hands up over his shoulders around his head... not
like it'll be *all* bad when I come just from his tongue in my mouth... but
seriously... I went *all* this far without coming?
Surely
he knows that if he makes me come now, it's just 'cause it's been so damn long
and I really want to come. Doesn't he?
Okay,
so I guess I don't mind if *he* touches me. The whole point is for me not to
touch him, just kiss him right? Well, it's either that or I'm just too
hopelessly in love with him and can't deny him anything.
I
suck his tongue into my mouth, and begin swirling my tongue around it,
mimicking what I would do to his cock, as I suck on it hard. He clutches my
shoulders, digging his fingers into them. I graze my teeth along his tongue as
I pull back and look into his eyes.
Oh
yeah, he's almost gone. He did slip back into his human face, but those blue
eyes are all glazed over and he's panting heavily. I grin and thrust my tongue
back into his mouth, more forcefully, possessively. Because he is still mine,
and *only* mine. Now and forever.
Bloody
hell! It wasn't bad enough with *his* tongue in *my* mouth... but then he goes
and sucks *mine* into *his*?
Does
he *want* to kill me?
No. Control
yourself, Spike. If this is all he's got... I'll have his mouth on my cock in
no time.
But
shit... his tongue invades my mouth forcefully and FUCK. I growl and buck up,
trying to get some contact. *Any* contact. And I just want to plead, 'TOUCH ME!'
Does
he *know* how hard this is?
Both
not coming *and* my cock?
And
at this point, I'm not sure which is harder.
I
raise myself up further, so he can't get any contact on his cock. I know I'm
torturing him a little... but it's only fair since he's going to be literally
torturing me tomorrow. And *I'm* getting hard again, although I've already
come... I can't remember how many times. I lost count when he started biting
me...
And
I'd like to see anyone else do better in my place. If you've never been at the
mercy of a seriously horny and bloodthirsty Spike, you can't judge. Because a
seriously horny and bloodthirsty Spike is the most erotic thing in the world.
I
pull away from his lips again and look down at him. And I really like feeling
him inside me again. And it's so much more powerful than our bond when he was
just my childe. Now, I *really* *feel* him. If I try, I can actually know what
he's feeling. And *that* is an amazing thing, because right now I can feel how
much he loves me. And it's much more than I ever hoped he would, I can say that
much.
He
tries to pull me down for another kiss, but I shake my head. "I just wanna
look at you. I haven't seen you in a week. I don't know how I forgot *just* how
beautiful you are. "
"Angelus,"
I say sternly. "You will have eternity to look at me. However you have but
a small window of time to make me come before I stake you and get *myself* off.
What'll it be?"
I
just grin at him. Oh, you're gonna come, Will. You're gonna come hard. Because
just a little bit ago, I let my demon forward just enough to let my fangs
descend, but not to let my face shift. I tore into my tongue, and now I'm just
waiting for the perfect moment...
He makes
an irritated noise and reaches for me again, and I lean down to kiss him. I
open my mouth, and let my blood spill into his mouth.
And
I'd scream... I've got a mouth of Sire's blood and there's no *way* I'm givin'
*that* up.
So...
ANGELLLLUSSSSS!!!!!!
I
hope he heard me.
Shit.
I shift completely as his tongue dives into my mouth again and my fangs dig
into his lips as well and- ohSSSHHHIIIIIIITTTTTTT!!!!!
Fuck...
he ... oh god. I just came, moaning into his mouth. And I didn't think I was
that close to the edge.
But
...horny and bloodthirsty Spike. Enough said.
I
drape my body on top of his as we shoot our cum all over each other's stomachs.
And this is just perfect. I let him drink until the wounds close, and then I
pull away reluctantly. "I guess I now know the answer to my
question," I say with a smile as I roll onto my side, pulling him with me.
"Well,
technically... blood isn't part of normal kissing. So, really, *technically*,
you answered *nothing* except the fact that filling my mouth with blood gets me
horny and makes me come, which we already knew."
And
then, I kiss his chest before placing my head on it.
"Hmph,"
I reply. "Blood *is* a part of kissing, if you're a vampire. It's not my
fault you react that way to my blood. Well, okay, it *is* my fault,
technically. But anyway... I made you come so who the hell cares *how* I did
it?
"Besides
you already proved that you can maintain control when I'm drinking you, which
was rather irritating for me to discover," I add to soothe his ego a
little.
I'm
just babbling. I guess I do that when I'm tired. I roll onto my back and pull
him on top of me. My own personal Spike-blanket. And what a nice blanket it is.
"So... I'm beat. You?"
"You
*will* be beat, tomorrow. Although I wonder how all your pals will feel when
they come to get their brave warrior and find him chained to the
ceiling..." I trail my finger up his chest before sliding down to his
cock. "And already giving up, Peaches? Doncha know the ones that come the
hardest... that you really have to *work* for are the best?"
I
bite his nipple- hey. I never did get here... guess there's always next time.
But I
*am* really tired too.
Not
so much tired... but... I can feel his blood in my system now. I can feel *him*
and how deeply he feels- how deeply he worries and it's *exhausting*.
It's
also tiring to have this much going on in my blood again. It's tiring at first,
to finally have this much happening. My blood is rushing... our blood is mixing
and making me stronger... it's mating us, for life.
Forever.
I
basically drank all of his blood from him tonight and gorging myself on that
much blood from my maker has taken it's toll.
So I
just place my head back on his chest because I don't think I could get hard
again right now without *serious* pain.
And
then- I feel it.
Oh
yeah- forgot about that. That's another reason I'm so exhausted... Connor.
And I
know, instinctively, that he's going to cry in about two seconds.
"Angel...
Connor needs you."
"How
do you--" And then I hear him crying. Okay that was odd. Even more odd is
the fact that Will isn't grumbling about my son ruining *our* night together.
"Give
it a minute," I say. "Usually Lorne can handle it..." We give it
a minute. And another. And another.
And
then a knock on the door. Okay, I guess he really does need me. I shoot Will an
apologetic look as I pull on a pair of sweatpants on my way to the door.
"Sorry, Angel," Lorne says. "Usually I can sing him back to sleep,
but he made it quite clear he wanted you. I guess he's as tone deaf as you
are..."
"Good
night, Lorne," I say, rolling my eyes as I take my son from him and then
shut the door again. And the minute I have Connor, he stops crying. Weird. I'll
never get used to that. An innocent child prefers *my* company?
I
stay in the outer suite with him, though, bouncing him as he starts to drift
back to sleep. I know Will said he was okay with being here, but I don't want
to press the issue *too* much. I would be surprised if it *didn't* take him a
while to really get used to the presence of my son in our life.
I
still really need to get used to the green man.
It's
a little... creepy.
"Coming
back to bed, Luv?" I call out to him. "I need my Angel pillow."
Connor
perks right up and seems very interested in the sound of Will's voice. So... I
guess I'm being a little silly about this. I take him back to the bedroom. I
stay there in the doorway, though. I need to gage Will's mood first.
"As
soon as Connor falls asleep," I say. "Sorry. I really *did* want this
to be our night. But some times, it seems like I'm the only one who can keep
him happy."
Am
*I* the slow one? Or is he?
I
look around myself on the bed and then at Angel before saying, "Angel?
This bed is *huge*. I'm sure there's enough room for us and a little tiny
baby."
I
look at him a minute, trying to figure out if he really means it. I mean, he
*did* leave me over the fact of Connor. And I know he's here, but it's only
because he knows we need him - *I* need him, to help me protect my son. Because
he loves me enough to ignore his own confusion over all of this, and just move
past it to be with me. He doesn't really want anything to do with Connor.
Does
he?
"I
... he's fussy..." I say, unnecessarily. He can see that, as Connor starts
to cry again. "I don't want to keep you awake. I ... I can stay out there
with him, until he falls asleep. I don't want to keep you awake..." Oh
yeah, I already *said* that. Oh well.
JESUS!
I
throw the covers back and hop out of bed.
I
walk right over to Angel and kiss him on the cheek. "You're cute, you know
that?"
And
then I look down- and... the bond... the blood- it's so much stronger standing
right here.
"And
you are too, Mango," I tell Connor. Afterall, I already have a Peaches...
And
then, I take him out of Angel's arms and HOLYSHIT. It's...
It's...
a baby. *Our* baby.
I can
feel him under my skin... inside my system... and I can only imagine what Angel
feels.
I
wish humans could feel this much of a connection to their children because
hearing the blood inside you call to the blood inside a little baby is just
incredible.
"Come
on, Mango. I'm sure you'd much rather be in a nice, big, warm bed. Huh?" I
carry him back to the bed and climb back in, settling back against one of the
pillows with him in my arms.
"Now,"
I take one of his little arms and use it to scold Angel. "Tell Daddy to
get back in bed."
Oh.
Wow.
I just...
Spike looks so amazing with my child - our child now? - in his arms. I know I'm
standing here gaping at them, but I'm just overwhelmed. I can hardly believe
that he's willing to ... but I can feel it, so I can't help believing him. He
really does feel something for Connor.
And I
will not cry. Even though I finally have my family - the only family that
matters, I won't cry. I learned this past week how Connor can sense what I'm
feeling, and I don't want to think I'm upset, upsetting him in the process.
So I
get my emotions under control again and walk back to the bed. Still staring,
afraid to even blink and find out this - any or all of it - was just some weird
hallucination.
"And
then your Mum, she went wild crazy and of course then your Daddy had to take
the cat and- perhaps the rest for when you're older. *Much* older."
Angel's
still not sittin' down.
I
growl a little and Connor laughs. He actually laughs. "Oh, you like that,
huh? How about this?" I growl a little louder and he smiles. "Hmm...
what about-" I shift quick and say, "BOO!"
The
little guy just giggles and yawns. "Yeah... I'm tired too, 'course your
Daddy, the big lummox that he is, is not layin' down so we can't go to sleep.
Sometimes, you just gotta call him a blockhead."
I'm
dreaming. That's just all there is to it. Because Spike is actually smiling at
Connor and playing with him, making him laugh. So it's just *got* to be a
dream.
Either
that or I have seriously underestimated this man.
Okay,
I pinched myself and didn't wake up. So I guess I'm left with the second
option.
Not
that I'm not relieved to find out what an idiot I am. I already knew that,
anyway.
I
crawl onto the bed and sit next to them, still amazed by how natural Spike
looks like this. "Do you have any idea how much I love you right
now?" I ask, as I lean forward to kiss him softly.
I
smile and then say, "And can you say 'Big Mo', Connor? 'Course that's
really not appropriate to say to your Daddy. But sometimes he can be such a
pillock."
I switch
him to my other arm, so he's closer to Angel as wel and he's quieted down
completely.
I
lean against Angel and just- this is really amazing.
"Angel?"
"Yeah,
Will?" I reply, shifting closer to him. He leans against me a little, and
I wrap my arm around his waist.
Okay,
I'm officially in heaven now. And I didn't even know I'd earned it. Go figure.
"When
I was drinking you tonight... something wonderful happened," I confess.
"Besides
my making you come more times than we could count, that is," I add
quickly, because hey, it's the truth.
I
just grin. "Yeah... I'm sure it won't be the last time for that,
anyway." I look down at Connor and he's not asleep, just looking at us
intently. Happy. I guess he really can recognize Will as family. And that's a
good thing.
"So
what happened?" I ask Spike, as I take one of Connor's impossibly tiny
hands in mine.
"I
drank him in too," I say, indicating Connor with a move of my head.
"I
mean, he was cute before... and I was ready to protect him because he was a
part of you and you loved him. I was ready to sacrifice anything because I know
what it'll do to you when he dies... but now?
"Now-
I'm ready to protect him because he's a part of *me*. I can feel him inside my
blood- much like you can in yours, although I'm sure your connection to him is
much stronger. But- it's there and I just- I was willing to accept him before-
but now... I *want* to."
"Oh."
And
that was probably the single lamest thing I've ever said, but I can't seem to
make my brain help my mouth form words, right now. "I ... wow.
Yeah,
I'm doing great. Come on, act like the two centuries-old vampire you are!
"I never thought about the fact that our bonding might bond you to him,
too. But I'm glad... Is that selfish of me? I just... I never dreamed...
"I
was so happy when you came here and told me you were willing to help. And I
didn't care why, I just wanted to have you in my life again, no matter how that
happened. But I really hoped you would learn to like him... Because both of you
are my blood, my family, and if I lost either of you, it would be like losing a
part of myself.
"I
don't know what I'm saying," I add with a shrug. "I guess... Thank
you. For giving me everything I need to make me happier than I deserve." I
lean in to kiss him again, and Connor giggles.
"You
like that, huh?" I say with a smile. "Good, because you'll be seeing
a lot of it. Have I introduced you to Spike? He's your... " There's that
confusing thought about what to designate Spike... "He's family," I
decide.
"Yes-
I'm the one that will be punishing Daddy as *he* is punishing *you*," I
tell the kid. "So... slip me a twenty every now and then and a list of
your grievances..."
Angel
playfully slugs my arm. "I know, I know... and I'm tired anyway, Angel.
But- I'm glad too... about everything. Just make sure you don't get *too*
happy... because we *really* don't need that."
"No,
we don't," I agree. "And that's why I'm going to be making a certain
witch doctor very rich, until Wesley can manage that soul anchoring
spell."
"Sounds
like a wise investment, on either account."
We
both lean back into the pillows and squish in, to get comfortable. His arm is
around my waist and my head, as well as Connor's, is resting against his chest.
I pull the blanket up around us all.
"Yeah,
I think so," I reply as we get comfortable. "Because if this isn't
perfect happiness, I'm not sure what is."
I
think Angel and I must stay up another fifteen minutes, just watching Connor's
eyes slowly drift closed.
I can
feel Angel's blood humming throughout my body- calling to my mate. My *mate*.
I'm a
mated vamp now and it's damn good!
It's
strange that I spent all that time trying to find my place, trying to fit in.
And I almost ruined my chance with Angel because I wasn't sure where I would
fit into *his* world.
But…
laying here *with* Angel *and* Connor, and feeling their blood screaming inside
me, I *know* I fit in *just* right.
Angel's
right. If this isn't perfect happiness… I don't know what is.
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