Starting Over Chapter 3
Gah. I'm sorry this took so long. And I honestly think this chapter is total and complete shite. It didn't go where I wanted it to and...I'm not altogether sure exactly where it went. Well, my bloody muse ran off with me again and this is what happens when I let her out of her cage....
Starting Over: Chapter 3
Summary: Spike and Angel come back from Italy and realize that moving on wasn't necessarily what they needed to do.
Spoilers: Little to none. S5: Girl in Question
Pairing: Spangel (Do I ever write anything else?)
Rating: NC-17 eventually. For now, PG-15
Part: 3 of ?
Feedback: No feedback means no smut in later chapters.
Disclaimer: Spike belongs to Angel. They belong to Joss. I own nothing. -hangs head-
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Spike woke up in a cold bed the next morning, curled up on his right side, holding onto a pillow. That's odd... he thought musingly. I don' have a bloody bed. Why am I... His thoughts came to an abrupt halt as memories of last night came back to him and hit him with all the subtlety of a mad truck. He realized that the pillow he was currently clutching for dear unlife was Angel's. His scent was all over. He took in the cold bed, his own clothes alone on Angel's dresser then rolled over to stare at the clock. And immediately regretted it. "Damnit!" he cursed softly as he jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom to take a shower.
The blond vampire was supposed to have been in a meeting with Angel and his pet humans in about a half hour from now. While he was soaping up his hair with his Sire's poofy shampoo, he froze as he realized exactly what he was doing. He was rushing to get to a meeting he didn't even care about with the vampire who had left him to wake up cold and alone that morning. "Damnit!" he cursed for the second time that morning as the soap from his shampoo got into his eyes, stinging madly.
As Spike squeezed his eyes shut against the pain and tried to flush the water out at the same time, he mentally cursed anal-retentive poofters who had poncy shampoo that stung like a bitch when it got into your eyes. As if by thinking about him, you could summon him, said anal-retentive poofter stepped into the shower and pressed himself up against his Childe's naked back, he himself lacking proper attire for anywhere else but the bathroom and the bedroom. Spike tensed slightly. He thought Angel had been gone.
"Let me help you out with that," Angel said, smiling slightly. He waited for Spike's acquiescence and it came when the tense muscles loosened in front of him. Turning Spike around, Angel stole a quick kiss before tilting his boy's head back under the water, massaging his scalp to get the soap out. "Close your eyes, Will," he said and Spike did as he was bidden still, somewhat surprised that Angel had not only snuck up on him but that he was still here. After washing his eyes out thoroughly, Angel set out soaping down the rest of the pale body before him, not lingering where he shouldn't longer than he should and being honestly nice enough to wash Spike down. When he was done, the brunet stepped out of the shower, shut it off and wrapped a towel around his waist.
Spike just stood in the shower, still kinda in shock. Angel noticed this with amusement and snapped his fingers in front of the blond's face. "Hello? Are the lights on but no one's home?" he asked, laughing his arse off in his head when Spike's eyes jerked to his at that statement.
Grabbing the towel held out to him, Spike studied Angel through narrowed eyes. Okay...Who is this, why is he wearing Angel's body and where in nine hells is the poof? Angel saw all of these emotions flit across the face he'd studied about half the night as it was peaceful and lax in sleep and smiled slightly. "Want some breakfast?" Angel asked before deciding to take his leave from the bathroom.
Because he left so abruptly, Spike didn't get the chance to say yes or no, so, grumbling, the blond dried off and stepped into his clothes from the night before. Wrinkling his nose, Spike decided to make a trip to his flat later that day. He made his way over to the kitchen where Angel stood against the counter, sipping a mug of blood while another heated in the microwave. The younger vampire opened his mouth to say something but the buzzer dinged and Angel took out the blood, handing it to Spike and effectively stopped him from saying what he was about to.
Spike sniffed the blood. Hn. Smells good. Wonder if the poof put otter in it again. So, on that thought, Spike downed a mouthful of the warmed blood. Then he almost immediately gagged it back out in surprise. It was human. Angel gave him human blood. Raising questioning eyes to his Sire's, he saw a glint there he hadn't noticed before. "Angel?" he asked slowly. "What's going on? Why'd you just give me fuckin' human blood?"
A smirk was his only answer as Angel finished off the rest of his blood. Looking over at Spike's where the vampire had set it only a moment ago, Angel cocked his head to the side curiously, saying, "Wassa matter, dontcha like it?"
That sealed it in Spike's mind. His eyes widened as recognition flooded them, making him stagger back a few steps until he backed up into the counter. As the other vampire stalked towards him, he suddenly took in his appearance. Wine colored button down, black undershirt, leather boots and, oh fuck, black leather pants…"Keep away from me, Angelus," Spike said, hoping to anyone who could hear him out there that his voice didn't quiver like he thought it had.
Well, whoever was out there must have been out to lunch when that request was made because Angelus just laughed at Spike and swaggered over to his Childe, enjoying the fear and confusion that was pouring off of him in waves. "What's the matter? Not glad to see your Sire again? Thought this was what you wanted, roller boy," Angelus taunted, reminding Spike of a time he'd rather not remember.
Anger flashed in those blue eyes and Spike hissed through clenched teeth, "You are not my Sire. You are nothing like the Sire that I knew. You are starkers from the bloody word go. Hell, Angel's more of a Sire than you are, mate."
"Ah, Angel. Put up a jolly good fight when I took control while you were sleeping, boy. There he was, watching your pretty little face while you slept and for one little split second, he felt so happy thinking about the future you two were gonna share that, whoops! Soul-boy took a vacation. But this is your lucky day," Angelus stated, an evil smirk flitting across his face.
"Oh? And just why might that be?" Spike stated, very aware of the counter at his back and the vampire from hell (literally) standing in front of him.
Angelus stepped even closer to Spike and leaned in to his ear, whispering, "Because you get to be my boy again. Think of it, never having to play nice with the humans again, not needing to deal with them. We can leave here and leave a bloody trail in our wake." As he finished, he roughly took the lobe in front of his lips into his mouth, biting hard enough to draw blood and suckling the red fluid.
Spike yelped slightly before he could stop himself and started to melt into his Sire's hands before he realized, this wasn't his Sire. Angel was his Sire. Angel. Spike let out a wounded sound and pushed against Angelus. Surprisingly enough, Angelus gave way and landed against the counter across from Spike with a thud. Surprise flickered across his face for a brief space in time and then seething anger replaced it, his face stormy as he looked over his Childe. The boy was tensed and ready to pounce again. Angelus smirked. "What're ya gonna do boy? Stake me? If you do, Angel will never come back," he stated, his arrogance once again being his worst fault.
Spike smirked back, "No, 'Gelus. I won't stake ya." The blond sauntered over to Angelus and coyly touched a button on his shirt, peering up at the older vampire through lowered lashes. "I'd never do that to ya. Yanno that, right?" he asked, pitching his voice to just the right amount of submissiveness for Angelus' liking. Angelus nodded and Spike leaned forward, suckling on where Angelus' pulse would have been, were he alive, and Spike reveled in the strangled moan that escaped his lips. Slowly winding his hand into Angelus' hair, the younger vampire stroked his scalp, getting him to wind down. When Angelus turned his head to the side slightly to give Spike more access to his throat but putting a hand on the back of Spike's neck to let him know not to bite, the blond knew it was time. Tightening his hand in the hair twined around his fingers, Spike slammed Angelus' temple into the handle on one of Angel's upper cabinets hard enough to daze the older vampire. Another good knock on the head had the thick-headed Mick out like the proverbial light.
As Spike watched him slump to the floor, a smirk graced his features and he said, "So much for bein' your boy again, eh, dumbass?"
Going over to the phone, Spike dialed the first number that sprang to mind and waited for them to answer, glancing behind him now and again to see if Angelus was awake yet. Soon, a tired sounding Wesley answered the phone.
"Hello?" the groggy voice said.
"Watcher. Look, I have no time to explain. Angel lost his soul last night. I played the submissive Childe to Angelus and knocked him out, but he's in the kitchen now and he's…" Spike trailed off as he looked over at the kitchen. Angelus wasn't there.
"Spike? Spike!" Wesley called anxiously over the phone.
Spike barely heard him. A hand had clamped itself on his wrist and his blue eyes followed the hand to a wrist and up the arm it was attached to, all the way up to broad shoulders and a face with dark eyes blazing in silent anger. A soft squeak left his lips and he said, "Wes…" right before Angelus extracted the receiver easily from his hand and put it on the cradle oh so gently. Looking down at his Childe, Angelus let a sneer curl about his mouth as he said, "Didja really think that would keep me down, boy?"
Spike didn't have the voice to answer so Angelus grabbed the other wrist and pinned it to the back of the couch where Spike was sitting. Leaning down to his Childe's face, Angelus' sneer widened. His boy was already quaking. Well, that wouldn't do. He'd gone soft. "Angelus please…" Spike whispered, hoping that maybe if he tried the submissive act again, he could be let off easily.
No such luck.
Angelus just laughed, seeing right through his ploy. "Please, what, boyo? Please let you hear all the things I'm gonna do to you, warn you before I do them? Nah. Don't think so. But I will tell you one thing. You will never. Ever. Get your precious Angel back. Soul-boy's gone on a permanent vacation and nothing will bring him back, so you'd best get that thought out of that pretty little head of yours," Angelus stated, smirking that patent smirk of his.
Spike knew he shouldn't trust Angelus' words. He knew that he shouldn't listen. Should realize that it was just to get him pliant, lose hope. But he didn't. As soon as he heard the words nothing will bring him back, that little tiny flame of hope in his eyes flickered and died. When Angelus saw this, he nearly crowed his triumph. He leaned in and looked Spike in the eyes, saying softly, "It's alright, boy. I'll take care o' ya. Make ya mine again and those pet humans of Angel's will just be minions. It'll be just like the old days."
And that was…the worst thing to say. Angelus barely had time to register the fact that not only life but hatred had returned to the lifeless blue orbs he had been staring into moments before when he was across the room, his own eyes wide as he reached his hand back to touch his head. That had been the first thing to connect with the far wall as Spike threw him away from himself. And it had been hit the hardest it seemed for when Angelus pulled his hand back around, he saw the blood on it. "You're gonna pay for that, Will," Angelus growled.
Spike smirked. "Oh, and how is that? Considering I ain't Will and I 'aven' been for a very long time," he asked, letting his demon out to play. In all the times that Angelus had tried to beat him down and the darker vampire had nearly lost was when he had let only a little of his true demon show. Now, though, Spike had nothing to lose. Angel was gone and so was their new budding relationship. Angelus should have known that telling Spike Angel was gone and that they could go back to the way it was in the old days was a mistake.
Apparently, he only now was realizing the error of his ways. He stood up, hands held up in supplication, "Now, Will, I mean ya no harm."
Spike snorted, "There're two things wrong with that statement, mate." He came across the room so fast that Angelus didn't register it until he was pinned up against the wall by his throat. Spike smirked and hissed at him venomously, "One: You sure as fuck mean me harm so cut the soddin' bull shit and two: I.am.not.Will!" Spike spat in Angelus' face and backed off across the room to stare at the vampire he had once called Sire.
Well, now. Things are really starting to get interesting. Will this vampire is not. He fights back. A lot better than last time, I might add...Granted, he was stuck in a wheelchair then. Angelus allowed an outward smirk at this thought which widened as he saw Spike tense further at his sudden show of expression. That's it, boyo. Get ready for me then fail like you always do.
Except, that's what Spike wasn't going to do. He wasn't going to fight Angelus. Not again. Letting himself let go a little, Spike relaxed his hold on his control, bowing his head as if in submission and casting his eyes toward his boots. Angelus cocked his head to the side as if confused. Spike was submitting, it seemed, but why? The darker vampire slowly walked forward, tensed and ready for anything. Ready for everything else but William the Bloody looking at him through Spike's blue orbs. A gasp tore out of his throat before he could stop it and William smirked cruelly. "'S right. Guess who's back, Daddy?"
Starting Over: Chapter 3
Summary: Spike and Angel come back from Italy and realize that moving on wasn't necessarily what they needed to do.
Spoilers: Little to none. S5: Girl in Question
Pairing: Spangel (Do I ever write anything else?)
Rating: NC-17 eventually. For now, PG-15
Part: 3 of ?
Feedback: No feedback means no smut in later chapters.
Disclaimer: Spike belongs to Angel. They belong to Joss. I own nothing. -hangs head-
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Spike woke up in a cold bed the next morning, curled up on his right side, holding onto a pillow. That's odd... he thought musingly. I don' have a bloody bed. Why am I... His thoughts came to an abrupt halt as memories of last night came back to him and hit him with all the subtlety of a mad truck. He realized that the pillow he was currently clutching for dear unlife was Angel's. His scent was all over. He took in the cold bed, his own clothes alone on Angel's dresser then rolled over to stare at the clock. And immediately regretted it. "Damnit!" he cursed softly as he jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom to take a shower.
The blond vampire was supposed to have been in a meeting with Angel and his pet humans in about a half hour from now. While he was soaping up his hair with his Sire's poofy shampoo, he froze as he realized exactly what he was doing. He was rushing to get to a meeting he didn't even care about with the vampire who had left him to wake up cold and alone that morning. "Damnit!" he cursed for the second time that morning as the soap from his shampoo got into his eyes, stinging madly.
As Spike squeezed his eyes shut against the pain and tried to flush the water out at the same time, he mentally cursed anal-retentive poofters who had poncy shampoo that stung like a bitch when it got into your eyes. As if by thinking about him, you could summon him, said anal-retentive poofter stepped into the shower and pressed himself up against his Childe's naked back, he himself lacking proper attire for anywhere else but the bathroom and the bedroom. Spike tensed slightly. He thought Angel had been gone.
"Let me help you out with that," Angel said, smiling slightly. He waited for Spike's acquiescence and it came when the tense muscles loosened in front of him. Turning Spike around, Angel stole a quick kiss before tilting his boy's head back under the water, massaging his scalp to get the soap out. "Close your eyes, Will," he said and Spike did as he was bidden still, somewhat surprised that Angel had not only snuck up on him but that he was still here. After washing his eyes out thoroughly, Angel set out soaping down the rest of the pale body before him, not lingering where he shouldn't longer than he should and being honestly nice enough to wash Spike down. When he was done, the brunet stepped out of the shower, shut it off and wrapped a towel around his waist.
Spike just stood in the shower, still kinda in shock. Angel noticed this with amusement and snapped his fingers in front of the blond's face. "Hello? Are the lights on but no one's home?" he asked, laughing his arse off in his head when Spike's eyes jerked to his at that statement.
Grabbing the towel held out to him, Spike studied Angel through narrowed eyes. Okay...Who is this, why is he wearing Angel's body and where in nine hells is the poof? Angel saw all of these emotions flit across the face he'd studied about half the night as it was peaceful and lax in sleep and smiled slightly. "Want some breakfast?" Angel asked before deciding to take his leave from the bathroom.
Because he left so abruptly, Spike didn't get the chance to say yes or no, so, grumbling, the blond dried off and stepped into his clothes from the night before. Wrinkling his nose, Spike decided to make a trip to his flat later that day. He made his way over to the kitchen where Angel stood against the counter, sipping a mug of blood while another heated in the microwave. The younger vampire opened his mouth to say something but the buzzer dinged and Angel took out the blood, handing it to Spike and effectively stopped him from saying what he was about to.
Spike sniffed the blood. Hn. Smells good. Wonder if the poof put otter in it again. So, on that thought, Spike downed a mouthful of the warmed blood. Then he almost immediately gagged it back out in surprise. It was human. Angel gave him human blood. Raising questioning eyes to his Sire's, he saw a glint there he hadn't noticed before. "Angel?" he asked slowly. "What's going on? Why'd you just give me fuckin' human blood?"
A smirk was his only answer as Angel finished off the rest of his blood. Looking over at Spike's where the vampire had set it only a moment ago, Angel cocked his head to the side curiously, saying, "Wassa matter, dontcha like it?"
That sealed it in Spike's mind. His eyes widened as recognition flooded them, making him stagger back a few steps until he backed up into the counter. As the other vampire stalked towards him, he suddenly took in his appearance. Wine colored button down, black undershirt, leather boots and, oh fuck, black leather pants…"Keep away from me, Angelus," Spike said, hoping to anyone who could hear him out there that his voice didn't quiver like he thought it had.
Well, whoever was out there must have been out to lunch when that request was made because Angelus just laughed at Spike and swaggered over to his Childe, enjoying the fear and confusion that was pouring off of him in waves. "What's the matter? Not glad to see your Sire again? Thought this was what you wanted, roller boy," Angelus taunted, reminding Spike of a time he'd rather not remember.
Anger flashed in those blue eyes and Spike hissed through clenched teeth, "You are not my Sire. You are nothing like the Sire that I knew. You are starkers from the bloody word go. Hell, Angel's more of a Sire than you are, mate."
"Ah, Angel. Put up a jolly good fight when I took control while you were sleeping, boy. There he was, watching your pretty little face while you slept and for one little split second, he felt so happy thinking about the future you two were gonna share that, whoops! Soul-boy took a vacation. But this is your lucky day," Angelus stated, an evil smirk flitting across his face.
"Oh? And just why might that be?" Spike stated, very aware of the counter at his back and the vampire from hell (literally) standing in front of him.
Angelus stepped even closer to Spike and leaned in to his ear, whispering, "Because you get to be my boy again. Think of it, never having to play nice with the humans again, not needing to deal with them. We can leave here and leave a bloody trail in our wake." As he finished, he roughly took the lobe in front of his lips into his mouth, biting hard enough to draw blood and suckling the red fluid.
Spike yelped slightly before he could stop himself and started to melt into his Sire's hands before he realized, this wasn't his Sire. Angel was his Sire. Angel. Spike let out a wounded sound and pushed against Angelus. Surprisingly enough, Angelus gave way and landed against the counter across from Spike with a thud. Surprise flickered across his face for a brief space in time and then seething anger replaced it, his face stormy as he looked over his Childe. The boy was tensed and ready to pounce again. Angelus smirked. "What're ya gonna do boy? Stake me? If you do, Angel will never come back," he stated, his arrogance once again being his worst fault.
Spike smirked back, "No, 'Gelus. I won't stake ya." The blond sauntered over to Angelus and coyly touched a button on his shirt, peering up at the older vampire through lowered lashes. "I'd never do that to ya. Yanno that, right?" he asked, pitching his voice to just the right amount of submissiveness for Angelus' liking. Angelus nodded and Spike leaned forward, suckling on where Angelus' pulse would have been, were he alive, and Spike reveled in the strangled moan that escaped his lips. Slowly winding his hand into Angelus' hair, the younger vampire stroked his scalp, getting him to wind down. When Angelus turned his head to the side slightly to give Spike more access to his throat but putting a hand on the back of Spike's neck to let him know not to bite, the blond knew it was time. Tightening his hand in the hair twined around his fingers, Spike slammed Angelus' temple into the handle on one of Angel's upper cabinets hard enough to daze the older vampire. Another good knock on the head had the thick-headed Mick out like the proverbial light.
As Spike watched him slump to the floor, a smirk graced his features and he said, "So much for bein' your boy again, eh, dumbass?"
Going over to the phone, Spike dialed the first number that sprang to mind and waited for them to answer, glancing behind him now and again to see if Angelus was awake yet. Soon, a tired sounding Wesley answered the phone.
"Hello?" the groggy voice said.
"Watcher. Look, I have no time to explain. Angel lost his soul last night. I played the submissive Childe to Angelus and knocked him out, but he's in the kitchen now and he's…" Spike trailed off as he looked over at the kitchen. Angelus wasn't there.
"Spike? Spike!" Wesley called anxiously over the phone.
Spike barely heard him. A hand had clamped itself on his wrist and his blue eyes followed the hand to a wrist and up the arm it was attached to, all the way up to broad shoulders and a face with dark eyes blazing in silent anger. A soft squeak left his lips and he said, "Wes…" right before Angelus extracted the receiver easily from his hand and put it on the cradle oh so gently. Looking down at his Childe, Angelus let a sneer curl about his mouth as he said, "Didja really think that would keep me down, boy?"
Spike didn't have the voice to answer so Angelus grabbed the other wrist and pinned it to the back of the couch where Spike was sitting. Leaning down to his Childe's face, Angelus' sneer widened. His boy was already quaking. Well, that wouldn't do. He'd gone soft. "Angelus please…" Spike whispered, hoping that maybe if he tried the submissive act again, he could be let off easily.
No such luck.
Angelus just laughed, seeing right through his ploy. "Please, what, boyo? Please let you hear all the things I'm gonna do to you, warn you before I do them? Nah. Don't think so. But I will tell you one thing. You will never. Ever. Get your precious Angel back. Soul-boy's gone on a permanent vacation and nothing will bring him back, so you'd best get that thought out of that pretty little head of yours," Angelus stated, smirking that patent smirk of his.
Spike knew he shouldn't trust Angelus' words. He knew that he shouldn't listen. Should realize that it was just to get him pliant, lose hope. But he didn't. As soon as he heard the words nothing will bring him back, that little tiny flame of hope in his eyes flickered and died. When Angelus saw this, he nearly crowed his triumph. He leaned in and looked Spike in the eyes, saying softly, "It's alright, boy. I'll take care o' ya. Make ya mine again and those pet humans of Angel's will just be minions. It'll be just like the old days."
And that was…the worst thing to say. Angelus barely had time to register the fact that not only life but hatred had returned to the lifeless blue orbs he had been staring into moments before when he was across the room, his own eyes wide as he reached his hand back to touch his head. That had been the first thing to connect with the far wall as Spike threw him away from himself. And it had been hit the hardest it seemed for when Angelus pulled his hand back around, he saw the blood on it. "You're gonna pay for that, Will," Angelus growled.
Spike smirked. "Oh, and how is that? Considering I ain't Will and I 'aven' been for a very long time," he asked, letting his demon out to play. In all the times that Angelus had tried to beat him down and the darker vampire had nearly lost was when he had let only a little of his true demon show. Now, though, Spike had nothing to lose. Angel was gone and so was their new budding relationship. Angelus should have known that telling Spike Angel was gone and that they could go back to the way it was in the old days was a mistake.
Apparently, he only now was realizing the error of his ways. He stood up, hands held up in supplication, "Now, Will, I mean ya no harm."
Spike snorted, "There're two things wrong with that statement, mate." He came across the room so fast that Angelus didn't register it until he was pinned up against the wall by his throat. Spike smirked and hissed at him venomously, "One: You sure as fuck mean me harm so cut the soddin' bull shit and two: I.am.not.Will!" Spike spat in Angelus' face and backed off across the room to stare at the vampire he had once called Sire.
Well, now. Things are really starting to get interesting. Will this vampire is not. He fights back. A lot better than last time, I might add...Granted, he was stuck in a wheelchair then. Angelus allowed an outward smirk at this thought which widened as he saw Spike tense further at his sudden show of expression. That's it, boyo. Get ready for me then fail like you always do.
Except, that's what Spike wasn't going to do. He wasn't going to fight Angelus. Not again. Letting himself let go a little, Spike relaxed his hold on his control, bowing his head as if in submission and casting his eyes toward his boots. Angelus cocked his head to the side as if confused. Spike was submitting, it seemed, but why? The darker vampire slowly walked forward, tensed and ready for anything. Ready for everything else but William the Bloody looking at him through Spike's blue orbs. A gasp tore out of his throat before he could stop it and William smirked cruelly. "'S right. Guess who's back, Daddy?"