Standing the Test of Time 44
Title: Standing the Test of Time 44
Fandom: AtS
Pairings: Spike/Dracula, Spike/Angel
Rating: R
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: I don't own them or make money off them. This is just for fun.
Summary: When captured in the aftermath of a battle Spike finds himself at the mercy of his old rival--Count Dracula. Will he be saved before it’s too late or will he be lulled into something even more dangerous than the Counts’ wrath?
Spoilers: For the Peter David IDW comic series Spike vs. Dracula 1-5.
Timeline: After NFA and after my story William Restored.
"Charming place. Do you have a danker den for us to speak in or will this suit the rodents needs?" Roger commented inspecting his dust covered index finger with obvious distaste.
"Now that's not nice, I'd say watchers rank a little higher than rodents." Leaning forward the young man propped his leg onto the crate he was presently using as a table. "Like snakes."
"Utterly charming." Taking out a handkerchief out of his pocket Roger wiped his finger clean only stopping to frown at the bothersome flecks of blood that had previously stained the cloth. He really had to be more careful in the future about staining the linen. "Well nevermind your lack of hosting skills we have much more pressing matters to discuss, boy."
"Name's Mihai," their host corrected,"and you came to me."
"Yes, yes, the point is that you have the vampire Angelus and his demon brethren here. We are here to bring them back under our custody."
Mihai raised an eyebrow at the statement. "I thought one of them was a slayer--"
"She's not one of us!" Carey interrupted earning her a slightly impatient look from Roger but she was too pissed to take much notice of it. For the first time Mihai smiled making her feel more irritable about the exchange. Of course he'd find it funny.
"Sorry." He addressed her personally further confusing Carey. Most took no notice of the slayers unless they were in their personal space. Roger was in command, obviously, yet the way the mage spoke to her...
Clearing his throat Mihai turned back to the older man. "In any case their not here anymore. They decided to take matters into their own hands call on the supposed lord of all vampires up close and personal."
"You let them go?" Too tired to give the question more than a flat delivery Carey slumped back into the bean bag seat she had been offered. Unprofessional or not there was only so much bullshit she could stand to take in one day. Let the others pose and posture. Roger won't notice it presently, she could already see him taking in every detail to decide if this magic user was too much of a threat to go up against.
"Naturally. I'm willing to do a lot of things to reclaim my birthright, going against the odds with Angel?" Mihai chuckled deeply, "That's too rich of a risk even for me."
"If one mere vampire is oh so troubling for you--"
Raising an eyebrow Mihai managed to do a feat few could achieve by silencing the watcher. His eyes were deadly serious in a manner that made even a harden warrior like Carey shiver. "There's nothing mere about that vampire, man. Suppose you watchers are a bit outta the loop. Maybe the others don't like to share. Well let me fill in the blanks for you. Angel is sitting smack down in the middle of a power struggle between two ancient powers. The literal battle between good and evil. Both sides want him as their champion and don't take kindly to anyone screwing with their plans. "
Straightening Mihai offered a friendly smile. "Anybody need to take a leak? The bathroom is to the right past compost heap."
Taking in Rogers' distracted state Michelle gave a nod of thanks before silently slipping away.
"You're said to be potentially the most powerful magik user on the planet yet you fear the workings of forces you can't see." Roger gave a disgusted shake of his head. "In my days we fought such forces with much less and prevailed."
"You thought you did." The younger man stated lazily tracing random pattens in the air that only he seemed able to see. "Their bigger than that. Evil doesn't die simply because you cut off a toenail. You think that just because you got more players on the field now that means that you're going to win? Doesn't work like that. You may have surprised them a little but they haven't shown all their cards yet. When the nastiest fight of all time gets started you might not even be around. But Angel? Oh he'll be there and decide who wins the day."
"You're willing to risk him siding with the forces of darkness? You're far more reckless than I thought, boy."
"Nah. Reckless would be trying to risk an all out war within the demon world because of revenge."
"Says the guy going against Dracula." Carey pointed out.
Again he smiled at her seeming more amused than angry at the comparison. "Touche. But in all fairness, to myself of course, I have the full support of my brethren. Can you say the same about the rest of the Council?"
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"We’re sharing a room?"
"Yeah, sure. Just like we used to." Angel answered cheerfully placing his jacket carefully in the closet. Wrinkles never looked good on leather.
Connor grimaced behind his fathers’ back not wanting to burst the rare enthusiasm. Technically the idea of pairing up was sound, as a young man it wasn't very ideal. Not when he was paired up with his father. "You mean when I was a baby? Some things have changed since then Angel."
"I know that. It's not like I'm going to try to sing you asleep again." Angel paused to reconsider his words. "Unless you want me to--if you have trouble sleeping I mean."
"Umm, yeah I think I'll be alright...as long as you don't sing." Connor muttered the last part under his breath.
"Hey! Super hearing here!"
Laughing at his dad's indignation Connor slumped back onto the bed. A startling thought suddenly occurred to him. "Uh, we're not going to share the same bed are we...?"
Angel blinked, staring at the bed a second before his jaw dropped. "Oh. I, umm, hadn't thought about that. I mean we used to snuggl--er--sleep to--" The vampire cringed on how wrong the explanation was coming out. The transition from having a baby son to the young man still was hard to make some times. "--when you were a..." He finished lamely. "This is weird, right?"
"Yeah." His son agreed. "Not that we're the norm most days."
"Sorry about that." Angel mumbled into his chest not wanting to see the disappoint he had surely earned.
"Nah, it's cool. The powers are sort of sweet. I can kick demon ass, rule on the court, and not break a sweat. Though the smell thing does kinda suck. A lot." Father and son shared a nod of agreement not needing to explain further. "So...do you think Faith and Illyria are going to share a bed?'
Like having to smell the hint of arousal that image had given the youth. His boy liked tough older women it shouldn't have been a shock that he would like girl on girl action. "I don't know if Illyria actually sleeps. If she did I'm sure she would kick Faith out of the room to claim it and anything in the country as her property."
Connor made a non-committal noise brushing his bangs out of his face. They were getting long again which Angel sort of liked. It reminded him of his days of a young man and a little bit of Darla during her last night as a human. Fearless in the midst of uncertainty. He wished he could say the same for himself. These days he was afraid of death to the point he spent extra hours brooding before sleep would claim him. Not for himself but for his friends. Every life he touched had been tainted by his presence. But Connor--Connor was his great hope for something better. Angel would die happy with the knowledge that he left behind such a kid.
"Do all vampires fool around?"
"What?!" The question had been out of the blue leaving Angel dazed from his own musings.
"Dracula has all these 'brides' so I was wondering if it was just him. Do vampires ever 'settle down'?"
Angel shrugged. "Depends. There are some that stick with lovers until they dust. A lot have more open relationships and many get bored after centuries with the same lover."
"Holtz made it sound like you and Darla had a more open relationship." The words were gentle yet Angel still felt the string accompanied with that mans' name. He didn't belong in this conversation anymore than he should have fit into his kids' life. "What kind do you think Spike is?"
"Spike?" Another name he hadn't expected to hear in this context. Backtracking through what was said he tried to recall if the other vampire had been mentioned before. He hadn't. Settling the rush of panic that had settled in his chest Angel knew he was overreacting. They were at the castle to save Spike who was the only other vampire Connor had any contact with and had known both his parents. That was a natural connection to make. "He was with Drusilla for over a hundred years."
"They were loyal to each other that long?" Looking suitably impressed Connor smiled fondly, a constant reminder that the pain in his ass was an important part of the boys' life.
"He was loyal to her." The champion murmured not wanting to get into the reasons for that. "But he not much for that these days." He added louder needing to quickly dismiss whatever undeserved affection Spike was stealing. Hating the fact that it actually had been earned far more than anything he had received.
"I don't know about that. I think he just wants to have someone who's crazy about him too."
Angel muttered about Drusilla but Connor resolutely ignored him.
"Take this Muffy girl--"
"Buffy." Angel corrected before he realized that no he really didn't want to discuss her with his son either.
"Whatever, it's still a weird name. Anyway, he loved her and from how he talked about her I think he would have gone back to her if he thought it would work out. Some of the advise he gave me...he'll deny it, but I get the impression he's a romantic. I never saw anyone who talks so--so--"Connor chewed his lip thoughtfully seeking out the elusive word that Angel knew he was searching for. There was really no other word to describe how Spike spoke than--,"poetically about love."
"Spikes' not--look if you want to talk about this, and god knows why, then talk to him."
"I just wanted to know what to expect. Not like I have any others like me to talk to, vampires are the closest thing to whatever I am." The boy reasoned.
"Sorry, I just don't have any answers about Spikes' affairs."
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Spike gasped trying not to shiver at the chill of the night air wafting across his skin. Gritting his teeth he tried to shift away to escape the torture but he was held fast. He didn't want the tremble starting at the base of his spine to become apparent. That was a weakness he could ill afford to show. No matter how many people tired to beat it into him to prove otherwise he was not weak. No matter the title, William the Bloody, Spike, slayer of slayers, champion of the slayer, he had overcome great odds. Mostly with nothing but his own willpower calling him on when no one believed in him. Succumbing to this latest torment was not an option.
Taking a deep breath Spike attempted to steady himself setting his mouth into a determined line. Sweat gathered on his brow at his efforts and he wanted to sob in frustration. This wasn't fair at all. Muscles coiled tightly seeking an escape when there was none to be had. Against his will a small pained whine escaped his throat. Victorious at the sign of Spikes' crumbling defenses the pressure was increased to an agonizing degree. Not able to stand the onslaught any longer Spike finally succumbed and screamed. Sound warped while sight briefly escaped him.
Slowly the blurry images started to form recognizable shapes. Smoldering dark eyes stared up at him through raven locks curtaining the pale face that lapped greedily underneath. Spike didn't try to suppress the full body shudder at the sight. Chuckling at the expression Vlad planted a kiss on his lovers' inner thigh.
"You were amazing my stallion. A beauty to behold."
Not quite recovered from the ordeal Spike could only gasp in response. His body was on fire, pleasantly so. Skin slick with sweat he can feel it pooling on his flesh doing little to cool the fire. Everywhere Vlad was touching him burned. And for the first time since Sunnydale Spike wants to welcome the fire, to let the delicious licks of flame warm him even though he'll likely burn out again. Never could stop playing with fire not when the light entranced him so. He just didn't think that once he found his own spark again that from the darkness he would be drawn back like a moth.
Being called amazing, he's pretty sure no one's ever called him that. It's silly to feel so pleased with such a cliche. Still praise is a rare reward for him, thoughts about it's sincerity aren't needed then. No one has basked with him in the moment. Having someone be there with HIM that's odd. Spike doesn't know what to do with that extra attention. Is he suppose to be charming? All he feels like doing is to lie there catching his unneeded breath. Being this exposed and not being alone in the aftermath is truly scary. Being disregarded sort of feels like second nature. Having fingers caress his body like it was a piece of art, beautiful and precious isn't something Spikes' used to working around.
These feelings do not go by unobserved by his bedmate. "Why does it upset you so when I speak the truth?" The sigh is plaintive revealing a little too much of the lords' inner thinking for Spikes' liking. "Do you truly detest me so?"
The question comes out as nothing more than a whisper while the hurt rings out like a gun shot. Being reminded of what occurred with Buffy isn't what he wants. Hell if Spike actually knows what he wants right then but it sure as hell isn't putting someone else in that situation. For once it doesn't matter who the man lying next to him is nor the history they shared. Spike knows damn well what it's like to be used. Ignoring the depths of Vlads' feelings might not be an option anymore. That was another frightening thought.
"I don't know how I feel 'bout you. Don't rightly know how I feel 'bout anything right now." The confession is both freeing and damning. With no banter to hide behind the honesty makes him feel too fragile. Too William.
"Perhaps I pushed too hard. For that I must beg your forgiveness. I can not however regret my passion, not when it has lead me here." Gradually Vlad had drawn closer until he hovered just over Spike, his long mane blanketing the smaller vampires' shoulders while his lips were out of range. Balancing effortlessly on one arm he brought his other hand through the disarray of curls he adored. "My beautiful William."
His fingers trailed down the left side of Spikes' face over perfectly a sculpted cheekbone. Eyes alight with wonder like he had never seen such a marvel. Warmth spread through Spike as he almost shyly moved into the touch. Vlads' thumb traced the shape of his lips as if he committing it to memory. Much to both of their surprise the mouth opened to suck the digit exciting a hiss.
"I want you." The rough whisper comes from Vlad but for a moment Spike feared he had said it. "No, more than that I need you."
Seemed the old boy wasn't alone in that sentiment. Not long ago Spike thought he was drained completely, now he felt himself aching for more. Somewhere this night had become more than the need take comfort. He liked feeling desired and damn it if the bloke hadn't been right on the money about showing him new worlds. Spike had always been an eager learner after all.
Sharp teeth nibbled where the mark of Draculas' bite lie. The sensation almost made Spike miss the subtle shift that had the darker vampire settled between his parted thighs. Clinging to each other desperately he nearly misses, "Will you let me have you?"
The meaning is clear as a bell with the evidence digging into his leg awaiting the answer. Yes is at the tip of his tongue before the shock of what such an admission would mean passes to his brain. He hasn't bottomed for any man save Angel. Doing so now (no matter how much he wants to) would mean that he's trusting Vlad. That would be more than a simple shag, it would have to mean something.
"I...I can't. " He tries to look away not wanting to see what emotion lies to wait on the Counts' face. Escape is denied to him. There is no disapproving look, no anger, not even a hissy fit about not getting his way.
"I will find a way to win you. All of you." Spike gets the impression that he's talking about more than getting to top. Face nothing save sheer determination all he can think is that Vlad looks frustratingly sexy like that. Not that he'd admit that out loud.
Kissing that pout Vlad sets the pace getting the younger vampire back to the brink again. "You will be mine, Spike."
Stupid wanker was annoyingly arrogant.
"Then I'll show you heights of pleasures you never thought possible."
And damn it if he didn't love it a little.
Fandom: AtS
Pairings: Spike/Dracula, Spike/Angel
Rating: R
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: I don't own them or make money off them. This is just for fun.
Summary: When captured in the aftermath of a battle Spike finds himself at the mercy of his old rival--Count Dracula. Will he be saved before it’s too late or will he be lulled into something even more dangerous than the Counts’ wrath?
Spoilers: For the Peter David IDW comic series Spike vs. Dracula 1-5.
Timeline: After NFA and after my story William Restored.
"Charming place. Do you have a danker den for us to speak in or will this suit the rodents needs?" Roger commented inspecting his dust covered index finger with obvious distaste.
"Now that's not nice, I'd say watchers rank a little higher than rodents." Leaning forward the young man propped his leg onto the crate he was presently using as a table. "Like snakes."
"Utterly charming." Taking out a handkerchief out of his pocket Roger wiped his finger clean only stopping to frown at the bothersome flecks of blood that had previously stained the cloth. He really had to be more careful in the future about staining the linen. "Well nevermind your lack of hosting skills we have much more pressing matters to discuss, boy."
"Name's Mihai," their host corrected,"and you came to me."
"Yes, yes, the point is that you have the vampire Angelus and his demon brethren here. We are here to bring them back under our custody."
Mihai raised an eyebrow at the statement. "I thought one of them was a slayer--"
"She's not one of us!" Carey interrupted earning her a slightly impatient look from Roger but she was too pissed to take much notice of it. For the first time Mihai smiled making her feel more irritable about the exchange. Of course he'd find it funny.
"Sorry." He addressed her personally further confusing Carey. Most took no notice of the slayers unless they were in their personal space. Roger was in command, obviously, yet the way the mage spoke to her...
Clearing his throat Mihai turned back to the older man. "In any case their not here anymore. They decided to take matters into their own hands call on the supposed lord of all vampires up close and personal."
"You let them go?" Too tired to give the question more than a flat delivery Carey slumped back into the bean bag seat she had been offered. Unprofessional or not there was only so much bullshit she could stand to take in one day. Let the others pose and posture. Roger won't notice it presently, she could already see him taking in every detail to decide if this magic user was too much of a threat to go up against.
"Naturally. I'm willing to do a lot of things to reclaim my birthright, going against the odds with Angel?" Mihai chuckled deeply, "That's too rich of a risk even for me."
"If one mere vampire is oh so troubling for you--"
Raising an eyebrow Mihai managed to do a feat few could achieve by silencing the watcher. His eyes were deadly serious in a manner that made even a harden warrior like Carey shiver. "There's nothing mere about that vampire, man. Suppose you watchers are a bit outta the loop. Maybe the others don't like to share. Well let me fill in the blanks for you. Angel is sitting smack down in the middle of a power struggle between two ancient powers. The literal battle between good and evil. Both sides want him as their champion and don't take kindly to anyone screwing with their plans. "
Straightening Mihai offered a friendly smile. "Anybody need to take a leak? The bathroom is to the right past compost heap."
Taking in Rogers' distracted state Michelle gave a nod of thanks before silently slipping away.
"You're said to be potentially the most powerful magik user on the planet yet you fear the workings of forces you can't see." Roger gave a disgusted shake of his head. "In my days we fought such forces with much less and prevailed."
"You thought you did." The younger man stated lazily tracing random pattens in the air that only he seemed able to see. "Their bigger than that. Evil doesn't die simply because you cut off a toenail. You think that just because you got more players on the field now that means that you're going to win? Doesn't work like that. You may have surprised them a little but they haven't shown all their cards yet. When the nastiest fight of all time gets started you might not even be around. But Angel? Oh he'll be there and decide who wins the day."
"You're willing to risk him siding with the forces of darkness? You're far more reckless than I thought, boy."
"Nah. Reckless would be trying to risk an all out war within the demon world because of revenge."
"Says the guy going against Dracula." Carey pointed out.
Again he smiled at her seeming more amused than angry at the comparison. "Touche. But in all fairness, to myself of course, I have the full support of my brethren. Can you say the same about the rest of the Council?"
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"We’re sharing a room?"
"Yeah, sure. Just like we used to." Angel answered cheerfully placing his jacket carefully in the closet. Wrinkles never looked good on leather.
Connor grimaced behind his fathers’ back not wanting to burst the rare enthusiasm. Technically the idea of pairing up was sound, as a young man it wasn't very ideal. Not when he was paired up with his father. "You mean when I was a baby? Some things have changed since then Angel."
"I know that. It's not like I'm going to try to sing you asleep again." Angel paused to reconsider his words. "Unless you want me to--if you have trouble sleeping I mean."
"Umm, yeah I think I'll be alright...as long as you don't sing." Connor muttered the last part under his breath.
"Hey! Super hearing here!"
Laughing at his dad's indignation Connor slumped back onto the bed. A startling thought suddenly occurred to him. "Uh, we're not going to share the same bed are we...?"
Angel blinked, staring at the bed a second before his jaw dropped. "Oh. I, umm, hadn't thought about that. I mean we used to snuggl--er--sleep to--" The vampire cringed on how wrong the explanation was coming out. The transition from having a baby son to the young man still was hard to make some times. "--when you were a..." He finished lamely. "This is weird, right?"
"Yeah." His son agreed. "Not that we're the norm most days."
"Sorry about that." Angel mumbled into his chest not wanting to see the disappoint he had surely earned.
"Nah, it's cool. The powers are sort of sweet. I can kick demon ass, rule on the court, and not break a sweat. Though the smell thing does kinda suck. A lot." Father and son shared a nod of agreement not needing to explain further. "So...do you think Faith and Illyria are going to share a bed?'
Like having to smell the hint of arousal that image had given the youth. His boy liked tough older women it shouldn't have been a shock that he would like girl on girl action. "I don't know if Illyria actually sleeps. If she did I'm sure she would kick Faith out of the room to claim it and anything in the country as her property."
Connor made a non-committal noise brushing his bangs out of his face. They were getting long again which Angel sort of liked. It reminded him of his days of a young man and a little bit of Darla during her last night as a human. Fearless in the midst of uncertainty. He wished he could say the same for himself. These days he was afraid of death to the point he spent extra hours brooding before sleep would claim him. Not for himself but for his friends. Every life he touched had been tainted by his presence. But Connor--Connor was his great hope for something better. Angel would die happy with the knowledge that he left behind such a kid.
"Do all vampires fool around?"
"What?!" The question had been out of the blue leaving Angel dazed from his own musings.
"Dracula has all these 'brides' so I was wondering if it was just him. Do vampires ever 'settle down'?"
Angel shrugged. "Depends. There are some that stick with lovers until they dust. A lot have more open relationships and many get bored after centuries with the same lover."
"Holtz made it sound like you and Darla had a more open relationship." The words were gentle yet Angel still felt the string accompanied with that mans' name. He didn't belong in this conversation anymore than he should have fit into his kids' life. "What kind do you think Spike is?"
"Spike?" Another name he hadn't expected to hear in this context. Backtracking through what was said he tried to recall if the other vampire had been mentioned before. He hadn't. Settling the rush of panic that had settled in his chest Angel knew he was overreacting. They were at the castle to save Spike who was the only other vampire Connor had any contact with and had known both his parents. That was a natural connection to make. "He was with Drusilla for over a hundred years."
"They were loyal to each other that long?" Looking suitably impressed Connor smiled fondly, a constant reminder that the pain in his ass was an important part of the boys' life.
"He was loyal to her." The champion murmured not wanting to get into the reasons for that. "But he not much for that these days." He added louder needing to quickly dismiss whatever undeserved affection Spike was stealing. Hating the fact that it actually had been earned far more than anything he had received.
"I don't know about that. I think he just wants to have someone who's crazy about him too."
Angel muttered about Drusilla but Connor resolutely ignored him.
"Take this Muffy girl--"
"Buffy." Angel corrected before he realized that no he really didn't want to discuss her with his son either.
"Whatever, it's still a weird name. Anyway, he loved her and from how he talked about her I think he would have gone back to her if he thought it would work out. Some of the advise he gave me...he'll deny it, but I get the impression he's a romantic. I never saw anyone who talks so--so--"Connor chewed his lip thoughtfully seeking out the elusive word that Angel knew he was searching for. There was really no other word to describe how Spike spoke than--,"poetically about love."
"Spikes' not--look if you want to talk about this, and god knows why, then talk to him."
"I just wanted to know what to expect. Not like I have any others like me to talk to, vampires are the closest thing to whatever I am." The boy reasoned.
"Sorry, I just don't have any answers about Spikes' affairs."
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Spike gasped trying not to shiver at the chill of the night air wafting across his skin. Gritting his teeth he tried to shift away to escape the torture but he was held fast. He didn't want the tremble starting at the base of his spine to become apparent. That was a weakness he could ill afford to show. No matter how many people tired to beat it into him to prove otherwise he was not weak. No matter the title, William the Bloody, Spike, slayer of slayers, champion of the slayer, he had overcome great odds. Mostly with nothing but his own willpower calling him on when no one believed in him. Succumbing to this latest torment was not an option.
Taking a deep breath Spike attempted to steady himself setting his mouth into a determined line. Sweat gathered on his brow at his efforts and he wanted to sob in frustration. This wasn't fair at all. Muscles coiled tightly seeking an escape when there was none to be had. Against his will a small pained whine escaped his throat. Victorious at the sign of Spikes' crumbling defenses the pressure was increased to an agonizing degree. Not able to stand the onslaught any longer Spike finally succumbed and screamed. Sound warped while sight briefly escaped him.
Slowly the blurry images started to form recognizable shapes. Smoldering dark eyes stared up at him through raven locks curtaining the pale face that lapped greedily underneath. Spike didn't try to suppress the full body shudder at the sight. Chuckling at the expression Vlad planted a kiss on his lovers' inner thigh.
"You were amazing my stallion. A beauty to behold."
Not quite recovered from the ordeal Spike could only gasp in response. His body was on fire, pleasantly so. Skin slick with sweat he can feel it pooling on his flesh doing little to cool the fire. Everywhere Vlad was touching him burned. And for the first time since Sunnydale Spike wants to welcome the fire, to let the delicious licks of flame warm him even though he'll likely burn out again. Never could stop playing with fire not when the light entranced him so. He just didn't think that once he found his own spark again that from the darkness he would be drawn back like a moth.
Being called amazing, he's pretty sure no one's ever called him that. It's silly to feel so pleased with such a cliche. Still praise is a rare reward for him, thoughts about it's sincerity aren't needed then. No one has basked with him in the moment. Having someone be there with HIM that's odd. Spike doesn't know what to do with that extra attention. Is he suppose to be charming? All he feels like doing is to lie there catching his unneeded breath. Being this exposed and not being alone in the aftermath is truly scary. Being disregarded sort of feels like second nature. Having fingers caress his body like it was a piece of art, beautiful and precious isn't something Spikes' used to working around.
These feelings do not go by unobserved by his bedmate. "Why does it upset you so when I speak the truth?" The sigh is plaintive revealing a little too much of the lords' inner thinking for Spikes' liking. "Do you truly detest me so?"
The question comes out as nothing more than a whisper while the hurt rings out like a gun shot. Being reminded of what occurred with Buffy isn't what he wants. Hell if Spike actually knows what he wants right then but it sure as hell isn't putting someone else in that situation. For once it doesn't matter who the man lying next to him is nor the history they shared. Spike knows damn well what it's like to be used. Ignoring the depths of Vlads' feelings might not be an option anymore. That was another frightening thought.
"I don't know how I feel 'bout you. Don't rightly know how I feel 'bout anything right now." The confession is both freeing and damning. With no banter to hide behind the honesty makes him feel too fragile. Too William.
"Perhaps I pushed too hard. For that I must beg your forgiveness. I can not however regret my passion, not when it has lead me here." Gradually Vlad had drawn closer until he hovered just over Spike, his long mane blanketing the smaller vampires' shoulders while his lips were out of range. Balancing effortlessly on one arm he brought his other hand through the disarray of curls he adored. "My beautiful William."
His fingers trailed down the left side of Spikes' face over perfectly a sculpted cheekbone. Eyes alight with wonder like he had never seen such a marvel. Warmth spread through Spike as he almost shyly moved into the touch. Vlads' thumb traced the shape of his lips as if he committing it to memory. Much to both of their surprise the mouth opened to suck the digit exciting a hiss.
"I want you." The rough whisper comes from Vlad but for a moment Spike feared he had said it. "No, more than that I need you."
Seemed the old boy wasn't alone in that sentiment. Not long ago Spike thought he was drained completely, now he felt himself aching for more. Somewhere this night had become more than the need take comfort. He liked feeling desired and damn it if the bloke hadn't been right on the money about showing him new worlds. Spike had always been an eager learner after all.
Sharp teeth nibbled where the mark of Draculas' bite lie. The sensation almost made Spike miss the subtle shift that had the darker vampire settled between his parted thighs. Clinging to each other desperately he nearly misses, "Will you let me have you?"
The meaning is clear as a bell with the evidence digging into his leg awaiting the answer. Yes is at the tip of his tongue before the shock of what such an admission would mean passes to his brain. He hasn't bottomed for any man save Angel. Doing so now (no matter how much he wants to) would mean that he's trusting Vlad. That would be more than a simple shag, it would have to mean something.
"I...I can't. " He tries to look away not wanting to see what emotion lies to wait on the Counts' face. Escape is denied to him. There is no disapproving look, no anger, not even a hissy fit about not getting his way.
"I will find a way to win you. All of you." Spike gets the impression that he's talking about more than getting to top. Face nothing save sheer determination all he can think is that Vlad looks frustratingly sexy like that. Not that he'd admit that out loud.
Kissing that pout Vlad sets the pace getting the younger vampire back to the brink again. "You will be mine, Spike."
Stupid wanker was annoyingly arrogant.
"Then I'll show you heights of pleasures you never thought possible."
And damn it if he didn't love it a little.