Slay me, Save me. Chapter 7: He travels fastest who travels alone (part 1)
Title: Slay me, Save me
Chapter 7:...He travels fastest who travels alone (part 1)
Pairing: Spike, Adam, Angel
Rating: NC17
Summary: The inevitble happens as vampire and human collide.
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Feedback: Always welcome.
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Chapter 7: He travels fastest who travels alone (part 1)
A week passed quickly and to Adam, it seemed like Spike had always lived with him. He was waking up next to the vampire, coming home to him, spending the evening with him and sleeping in the same bed. It was all good. And if there were bad moments, he accepted that it was all part of the overwhelming experience that came with loving Spike. He was learning not to crowd his blond Avenger and if Spike, as he put it, was having a ‘cob on,’ and didn’t want to communicate, then he left him to snap out of it himself. He bit back on the ‘what’s wrongs’ and the ‘did I do something to upset you,’ questions and began to recognise Spike’s wild mood swings. The bad moments came mainly late at night. Those were the times where Spike would argue with himself or have entire conversations with a ‘James’ or a ‘Drusilla,’ which often lead to hysterical fits and self-flagellation over someone named ‘Tobias.’ On these occasions, Adam stayed near, waiting for the call, ready to offer comfort when needed, and he would hold his vampire and listen to the true demons that plagued Spike.
Spike never spoke to or of Angel unless they were investigating his disappearance. This worried Adam and he cursed the absent vampire for not being dead as he often wished he were. These thoughts, and the thoughts were frequent, made him feel like a creep and he would always resolve to work harder to find out what had happened; if only to close that chapter and start a new one. Watching Spike hunched over the computer, yelling at the television or ransacking the cupboards for something sweet, or sitting reading, was almost enough to complete the picture, but Adam longed for the day when his vampire would just grab him. Grab him and fuck the living daylights out of him. However, since that night after the fight in the demon bar, Spike had not made any attempt to instigate sex. And sex was definitely on Adam’s mind. How could it not when that raw hunk of vampire beef was walking around his apartment, sometimes with only a towel wrapped around his slim hips or lounging about in a pair of borrowed boxers? Did the tease even know the effect he was having on a poor human? Adam had to jerk off every night in the privacy of the bathroom and had taken to easing his frustrated passion at work; taking a handy ‘wank mag’ with him every day.
They occasionally ventured out for dinner, Adam feeding his vampire spicy chicken wings, sank a few beers, avoiding demon haunts, and once took in a movie, a particularly violent horror film that Spike thought they both had to see. Adam found he had a kindred spirit, comic book-wise, and they often argued over historical references, Spike’s memory for detail astounding. Who else would know the story of how Betsy Braddock became Psylock and the connection between her, Revanche and Kwannon? He even shared Adam’s sorrow over Kwannon’s passing, relating the story, the issue and the panel.
Late one evening as Spike lounged on the floor, resting against Adam’s legs, the boy asked, “Will I eventually become a vampire?”
“No,” came the answer, “now button it, I’m watching telly and don’t stop massaging my scalp.”
“Am I part vampire then, like Blade, ‘cause of what you did to me that night at the demon bar?”
“No, you’re part twit; that goes without saying,” Spike said, “but unless I drain you dry and you take my blood, that’s all you’ll be.”
“All right, then,” Adam said, snatching the cigarette from Spike’s mouth and taking a couple of drags before handing it back. “Because I don’t think I’m ready to be a vampire just yet.”
Spike was always amazed how easily Adam accepted his being a vampire. It was almost as if the kid treated his demon as a dark side to his persona, one not to be spoken of, but no big deal. Like your mad Great Uncle taking a funny turn. It happened, you dealt with it; but then you didn’t talk about it. When Spike had revealed the date of his turning, Adam had said only, “Jeez, that’s over a hundred years ago,” and never mentioned it again. He knew what a vampire was and what vampires did, Spike had told him and warned him enough times, but somehow Adam didn’t relate the vampire in his apartment to the evil out there, saying he had witnessed countless acts of true evil from the human population of LA. He’d seen Spike in full game face, kicking ten bells of shite out of other demons, and, apart from the first time, didn’t seem to connect his vampire to other blood-sucking fiends. Spike’s game face fascinated rather than appalled and the little twit often asked to see it, Spike sighing and morphing to order. Once, much to Spike’s chagrin, the bastard had burst out laughing when Spike struck, what he thought was a menacing pose to match the devil’s guise. It was strange and irritating, funny and very, very loveable. The vampire supposed that was how the boy’s mind processed stuff like that. He’d grown up almost believing superheroes were real and there were bad guys around who were just misunderstood wanna-be heroes. All they needed was to be given a chance. He’d even compared Spike to the shape-shifter extraordinaire, Raven Darkholme, a.k.a. Mystique. Not that Adam was naïve or stupid in doing his job, he’d seen how well respected he was when he’d accompanied OfficerChurch to work, it was just this aspect of Adam’s personality was slightly off kilter. Weird. Not weird crazy, but weird…nice.
“Adam?” Spike asked, “how come you escaped the chop?”
“What?”
“How come you’re uncut?” Spike clarified.
“I was born in Swansea, Wales.”
“You’re a Taffy!”
“Yup. My Father died when I was little and Mom came to Seattle to live with her sister who had married an American. She married my step Father when I was about eight.”
“Is he still with her?” Spike asked.
“No, he died when I was fifteen. He was a cop too, and I was really upset when he died, ‘cause he was nice guy and I’d grown very close to him.”
“Mum on her own?”
“Yeah,” Adam said and after a few minutes added, “It used to bother me.”
“What did?”
“Being uncut. I was teased in the locker room for being different. They used to ask to see my lace curtains or roll neck all the time. One little shit said my cock looked like a Shar Pei! I used to wear my foreskin pulled back so I appeared like everyone else in the shower, but all that changed at college; the interest was more personal, and I used to get anonymous notes asking me if I wanted my cock serviced or my meat blanket sucked. Never took up any of them; god knows what kinda freaks they couldda turned out to be. And then I realised different was good and being different and gay was like having a secret identity; something only I knew about or wanted to tell anyone about. I was mostly a loner and I suppose, lonely; I didn’t make friends easily, still don’t. I can be a bit strange sometimes.”
Spike was rubbing the lad’s thigh as he listened. Adam was a big, hulking thing, but in many aspects he was like a child in the way he approached life. It was endearing and he had to admit, very sexy; the man-child that he was. Since that night when he had given the boy a hand job, he had not encouraged anything more, mainly because he wanted to concentrate on finding Angel, but also because the time would come when he would eventually leave. Either having found Angel or because that’s what unfeeling vampires do. Have fun; piss off. He neglected to add the ‘tear throat out’ part, as, one: he couldn’t, and two: he had a soul saying he shouldn’t. It was all so complicated now and he longed for the simplicity of ‘fuck, suck, kill,’ but that would mean wiping out the last two years with Angel and there was no way he wanted to do that. He also wanted the next two hundred and more years with Angel, so the ‘fuck, suck, kill,’ bit was off the agenda. He missed Angel so much that the ache in his dead heart weighed like a stone; always there, always hurting. There were times when he could box up the pain, put it to one side, pretend there was only him and Adam, but the all encompassing love for his Sire was ever present.
“Did you love your Mom?” Adam asked.
“She’s dead.”
“But, did you love her?”
“Yes,” Spike said, “yes, I did, very much. For a long time there was only the two of us, my Father died when I was a small boy, and she raised me. We had a coupla servants, but there was only me and Mum.”
“I love my Mom,” Adam said, nodding. “Sometimes when I look at her, in pain from her arthritis, I wish I could make it all better; give her back her youth, make her live forever, I…”
“Don’t ever wish for that!” Spike said, slapping the boy’s thigh.
“Why not?”
“Trust me and don’t ask any more questions.”
“Okay.” Grabbing the mugs, Adam got up to make more coffee. “Wanna slice of pie?”
Spike grunted an answer.
“With ice cream?”
Another grunt.
“I love you.”
“Bring me the pie and shut up.”
***
One evening when Adam was working late, Spike went to meet him at the station, spending a pleasant half hour with Officer Moreno, entertaining the older guy with outrageous stories of his ‘undercover work’ with the Sheriff’s Office. With only five years to go before retirement, Moreno liked hearing what the younger boys in the force were up to. Rosie Rodello from forensics, who was waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up, joined them. She couldn’t help indulging in a bit of light flirting, asking several times why the blond from LASO didn’t have a girlfriend. “Too busy,” Spike informed her, Rosie looking skyward and saying she had heard the same shit from Adam, accusing them both of being afraid of women. With a twinkle in her eye, she pointed out that he and Adam made a gorgeous partnership and could see why they weren’t looking elsewhere. This resulted in a quick-fire exchange between the two, full of innuendo and cleverly disguised smut that had Moreno rapidly turning to each as he struggled to keep up, completely baffled.
Spike’s accent varied from Gary Cooper in ‘High Noon,’ to Al Pacino in ‘Dog day afternoon,’ to Scarlet O’hara, settling for Blanche Dubois just for jolly. He had them both in stitches as he related tales ripped off from the many cop shows he had seen, a particularly memorable one coming straight out of ‘Honey West,’ and he was surprised he hadn’t been rumbled. Excusing himself for a piss, Spike bumped into Jerome Keller.
“So…Spike,” Keller drawled, “how long you been with the Sheriff’s Office? ‘Cause, you see, I’ve done a check on you, and there doesn’t seem to be anyone there by the name you go by.”
Keller was leaning against the urinal with his arms folded in a way that got on the vampire’s nerves and he wanted to smash the cunt’s teeth in and wipe the smug look off his face; deciding to carry on pissing and ignore the git. Leaning back to give Keller a bloody good look at his knob, Spike shook his dick extravagantly; buttoned up and lit a cigarette in front of the ‘no smoking’ notice, calmly informing the ex. that ‘Spike’ was Adam’s pet name for him and if he wanted to make something of it, he’d happily take him outside and kick the shit out of him.
“Don’t threaten me!” Keller warned.
“Oh, it ain’t a threat, it’s a promise,” Spike asserted. “Now why don’t you go buckle some whores or whatever it is you do?”
Keller wasn’t about to let it go. “I’m on to you; don’t think I don’t know what your game is.”
Spike got right into the human’s face. “Is that so? And what game is that?”
Keller was less sure now the vampire was that close and stuttered, “You want…he doesn’t…”
“What’s your problem, mate, you upset ‘cause I’m fucking your ex?” The vampire allowed his eyes to fleck gold and the growl that accompanied the colour change caused Keller to flinch.
Just then Adam came in. “Guys? Everything cool?”
“Yeah, love; me and Jemima here were just gettin’ better acquainted; seems he wants you back in his arms again.” Spike shoved Keller, who fell into the urinal, getting an arseful of piss, the jolt in the vampire’s head worth the look on the bastard’s kisser. He grabbed Adam and bundled the shocked kid out the door, looking back to smirk at Keller wiping himself down.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Spike, he’s…”
“Suffering from the old green eyed goblin,” Spike finished the sentence. “The little screamer can’t handle being with you, but he doesn’t want you to be with anyone else. He wants you to be as miserable as he is.”
“You think?”
“I know.”
“I don’t like to think of him being unhappy,” Adam said, “when I’m…when we’re happy.”
“You’re too good to be true, pet,” Spike said, waggling his eyebrows. “You need to clue in and butch up. He did the dirty on you, so forget about him.”
“Yeah, but…”
“No buts,” Spike interrupted, slapping the kid on the back. “Now, where are you taking me for eats?”
Spike never seemed to tire of chicken wings and Adam never tired of watching him wolf them down. “I think I’ve made a breakthrough today; got a last known address for Mcdonald. He’s moved on from there, but the Landlord thinks he paid a couple of payments by cheque, so I’ve got someone working on tracing a bank account. We’ll get there, Spike, slowly but surely.”
With a guy like Officer Adam Church on his side, Spike had no doubt they would.
***
Later that evening, Spike joined Adam on the small patio, where Adam had spent over an hour assembling a flat pack corner unit to house some of the vampire’s ‘stuff.’ He brought over a couple of cans of beer and told the boy to take a break. Both were dressed only in jeans, and Spike had been admiring the play of muscles on Adam’s body as he worked, declining requests to help, explaining he ‘didn’t do hard graft;’ however, that hadn’t prevented him from offering advice from the comfort of the sofa.
Spike stood next to Adam, critcising the almost complete unit and casually slipped an arm around the boy’s waist, hooking a thumb into the waistband of his jeans. Adam turned and clasped his hands behind Spike’s back; the pair staying that way for some time, looking at each other, not speaking. Spike shifted his hips to remove his growing hardness from the crotch pressed up against his, but Adam held him still. The heat of humanity flooded into the vampire’s loins and coursed through his body, exploding in his brain, telling him it was wrong for a thousand different reasons, but when Adam tilted his head as if to ask a question, Spike gave him the answer. Moving his face closer, Spike brushed his lips over Adam’s warm, receptive mouth, separating the lips with his own, inserting a tongue into the delicious, moist opening, playing with the tongue he found there.
The kiss deepened and became more passionate as both men groaned and began to claw at each other’s hair, wanting to take as much as the other chose to give. The dark fur of Adam’s chest and belly bristled as it made contact with Spike’s smooth torso, and the vampire trembled as he remembered the touch of another hairy Welshman, but that body had been cool; this one burned like a super nova. Spike’s hand slid inside Adam’s waistband, searching for and finding his trapped cock, the vibrant pulse transferring up his arm like electricity. He played with the loose foreskin, tugging and rolling the flesh, moving the hood back over the glans and swiping a thumb along the leaking piss slit. Adam moaned into the mouth clamped to his and ripped open the buttons of Spike’s jeans, freeing the hard penis, and taking it in his fist, marveling at the thickness, holding the organ as if not believing it was happening. He worked the foreskin up and down over the fat head, pausing only to cup the smooth, shaven balls, separating and rolling them around in his hand. He groaned when Spike broke the kiss, but gasped as the vampire lifted an arm and sniffed deeply, licking the fine underarm hair and planting the gentlest of kisses. Spike kissed down Adam’s body, biting inflamed nipples, caressing his fleece with his face, and unzipped his flies, fumbling inside underpants to take out the hard cock.
Getting to his knees, Spike nosed into the slightly damp curls and breathed in the fresh smell of human perspiration, intoxicating to acute vampire senses. Rubbing his face over the pubic fur, spike circled Adam’s length at the base with his hand and, leaning back, pointed the penis at his face, sighing as he slowly parted the heavy foreskin, revealing a plum coloured glans, oozing slime from the slit. Spike inhaled deeply, relishing the heady aroma of hidden cock, sniffing behind the sweaty ridge, licking around the frilled crown and teasing the elastic frenulum with blunt teeth. Manipulating the generous foreskin up and down over the glans and biting the flesh as he bunched it in his fist, Spike probed into the soft membrane with a rigid tongue, working inside the wrinkled folds and sucking up the skin. He inserted an index finger into the gathered skin and swiped the digit around the glans and under the ridge, then slid back the hood to probe his tongue into the piss slit, drawing out a thin thread of gossamer slime and following it back to its origin, plunging his mouth over the prick and taking it to the back of his throat, sucking the stiff column. His other hand played with furry balls tucked up tight beneath the shaft; teasing the jittery spheres down and allowing them to bounce up again; middle finger massaging the hairy perineum and tickling the puckered anus.
Adam groaned and began to sway his hips in and out of the expert mouth, feeling the itch inside and the need to cum eating at him, Spike pausing to allow the tremor to pass before continuing. Looking down at his vampire, Adam was lost in a whirlwind of lust; his cock in his vampire’s mouth; easing in and out of beautiful lips. If he died now, he would almost believe it worth the sight of Spike’s mouth around, over, on his dick. Spike looked up at the kid looking down and ran a hand over the furry belly, poking into a deeply indented navel and traveling up to tweak hard nipples. Adam placed a hand over the one stroking his body and the other caressed his vampire’s face, running through his hair and tracing around an ear.
Spike released the twitching prick and watched as it jerked, spewing out a trickle of juice, which he dabbed at with his tongue, careful not to fire the cock off. When Adam’s breathing calmed, he bit around the glans, nibbling up and down the shaft, sliding along the length with lips, nose and chin. He masturbated with slow strokes, easing the loose foreskin up and over the head and back down again, watching the excited bollocks jump every time Adam flexed. He took the entire wank sack into his mouth, keeping the wayward balls down and felt the cords attached straining to break free and curl up close to Adam’s groin. He released them and the pair leapt up, almost disappearing inside the boy’s body. He coaxed the skittish spheres out and played with them, never tiring of watching them relax then spring back up.
Moaning, Spike returned to Adam’s overhang, stretching the fine membrane up and out, inserting a tongue into the casing and lapping inside, teasing the slit. He dabbed the furrowed flesh over his eyes, his nose, swiping the skin over his face and mouth, biting gently and sucking on the meat. The foreskin fanatic dined on manskin; licked, sucked and fucked on the succulent flesh, almost cuming; running the tip over his chest, teasing nipples, stroking over each arm. He watched as he wanked, loving the way the hood swallowed the wet head and eased it out again, biting as the skin moved back and forth; up and down.
Reaching danger point, Adam brought Spike up for a kiss, wanting to prolong the moment and devoured the slim, sinewy body with mouth, tongue and hands, biting nipples to volcanic peaks. He had never been as excited, and wanted to touch every part of his vampire with every part of himself, knowing the amazing creature in his arms was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his very limited knowledge of man-on-man sex. His ass twitched at the thought of being on the receiving end of the big cock in his hand and he fell to the floor, nipping at the taut belly, slurping into the indentation of the navel, fucking the cleft with his tongue, and plunged his face into soft, trimmed pubic hair. He grasped the thick length at the base and aimed Spike’s dick at his face, kissing the wrinkled tip and then eased the loose foreskin back over the fat cockhead, licking at the spongy glans as it was revealed. He watched as he masturbated the shaft, dabbing his tongue to soak up the spewing slime as he had seen Spike do, and then took the cock deep into his mouth, moving the foreskin up and down the shaft as he sucked.
Spike looked at the human eating his dick and wanted to shove his prick down his gullet and choke him, but refraining as his soul reminded him he didn’t do that anymore. Instead he kept up a steady rhythm, moving in and out of the warm mouth, careful not to hit the back of the delicate throat too violently. Spike ran a thumb over the cocksucker’s eyebrow, tracing a cheekbone to the busy mouth and inserted the digit inside, Adam’s tongue slithering over it. Adam looked up and smiled around the thick shaft stretching his mouth, slurping over the big dick, worshipping the thing, biting and chewing on the perfect overhang of skin, so like his own, slavering over the fat glans, and rubbing it over his face, nose and eyes. He licked under the prominent ridge, nibbling the frenulum, copying what Spike had done to his dick and sucked up the soft skin as he drew the sheath up and over the slicked head. His other hand stretched Spike’s scrotum while his fingers massaged the testicles in their tight bag. He wanted the vampire’s sperm in his mouth, wanted to swallow his seed, wanted to be taken completely, but felt strong arms haul him to standing and attack his bruised mouth, fucking with a curled tongue, challenging his own. Adam rose to the challenge and fought for supremacy, agreeing to entwine together.
They held tight, Adam’s furry pelt prickling Spike’s nipples and each took the other’s cock and masturbated furiously, whilst locked in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing. Adam almost came twice, but Spike stopped and squeezed until the excited boy’s penis stopped twitching, whispering that he wanted them to cum together and rasping, “Now, I’m gonna cum now!”
Spike’s first spurt hit Adam under the chin, the creamy emission dripping down and splashing over the spewing cock, the next five or six powerful jets spraying all over them, covering both with spunk, one volley firing high and spotting Adam’s hair, another squirting into his open mouth. Adam’s ejaculation followed as Spike was shuddering against his neck, the shots mixing with those streaking their torsos, running in rivulets to soak their pubic hair. He screamed out his completion, legs buckling as the intensity of his orgasm shook his entire body and he had to be supported by Spike, who held tight as they shared the grip of the shudder together. Adam gasped and panted as the last spasm passed and fell into strong arms, pressing his face into the perfect skin of Spike’s chest. Spike supported him, stroking his hair and back, kissing the slack mouth and cheek as his breathing regulated and his body stopped heaving.
“Okay?” Spike asked.
“Yeah,” Adam panted. “Never came like that before.” He ran a hand over his slimy crew cut. “Fuck, was it you or me who spunked my hair?”
“Dunno, mate, wasn’t looking at the time.”
“When you cum, your really cum,” Adam said with admiration.
They laughed and held together, kissing softly, stroking, whispering and touching. Spike saw Angel briefly, but the face faded to the one in his arms, the one he needed now; the one who needed him, and he felt no guilt, no pang of shame that he should have pushed his Sire aside for this. He kissed Adam; grateful for his presence; happy he was here with him.
For Adam it was everything he had imagined love and sex should be and that it was with Spike was a gift he had only dared dream. He was drained, but completely satisfied and if that was all his vampire would give, it was more than enough. “Love you,” he whispered, and was kissed until his mouth really was numb, and bruised and sore.
***
He kept his mind on the flickering bulb; staring intently until a rainbow appeared around its form and seemed to send waves of heat outward into the gloom. There was no comfort, no relief, but it offered the only distraction from the horror of being eaten alive. He was paralysed by pain and fear; his body screaming for blessed oblivion. There was none.
The demon had tortured and raped Angel for hours, then thrown him to the floor and sliced him open from neck to stomach, opening the wound and pinning the bleeding flesh back with metal pins. Squatting alongside his shivering captive, the monster calmly ate the still beating heart, calling its girlfriend on a cell ‘phone and relating in graphic detail what it was doing.
Someone was at the top of the stairs, casually spitting pips from cherries as he watched.
***
Chapter 7:...He travels fastest who travels alone (part 1)
Pairing: Spike, Adam, Angel
Rating: NC17
Summary: The inevitble happens as vampire and human collide.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters etc..
Feedback: Always welcome.
Type your cut contents here.
Chapter 7: He travels fastest who travels alone (part 1)
A week passed quickly and to Adam, it seemed like Spike had always lived with him. He was waking up next to the vampire, coming home to him, spending the evening with him and sleeping in the same bed. It was all good. And if there were bad moments, he accepted that it was all part of the overwhelming experience that came with loving Spike. He was learning not to crowd his blond Avenger and if Spike, as he put it, was having a ‘cob on,’ and didn’t want to communicate, then he left him to snap out of it himself. He bit back on the ‘what’s wrongs’ and the ‘did I do something to upset you,’ questions and began to recognise Spike’s wild mood swings. The bad moments came mainly late at night. Those were the times where Spike would argue with himself or have entire conversations with a ‘James’ or a ‘Drusilla,’ which often lead to hysterical fits and self-flagellation over someone named ‘Tobias.’ On these occasions, Adam stayed near, waiting for the call, ready to offer comfort when needed, and he would hold his vampire and listen to the true demons that plagued Spike.
Spike never spoke to or of Angel unless they were investigating his disappearance. This worried Adam and he cursed the absent vampire for not being dead as he often wished he were. These thoughts, and the thoughts were frequent, made him feel like a creep and he would always resolve to work harder to find out what had happened; if only to close that chapter and start a new one. Watching Spike hunched over the computer, yelling at the television or ransacking the cupboards for something sweet, or sitting reading, was almost enough to complete the picture, but Adam longed for the day when his vampire would just grab him. Grab him and fuck the living daylights out of him. However, since that night after the fight in the demon bar, Spike had not made any attempt to instigate sex. And sex was definitely on Adam’s mind. How could it not when that raw hunk of vampire beef was walking around his apartment, sometimes with only a towel wrapped around his slim hips or lounging about in a pair of borrowed boxers? Did the tease even know the effect he was having on a poor human? Adam had to jerk off every night in the privacy of the bathroom and had taken to easing his frustrated passion at work; taking a handy ‘wank mag’ with him every day.
They occasionally ventured out for dinner, Adam feeding his vampire spicy chicken wings, sank a few beers, avoiding demon haunts, and once took in a movie, a particularly violent horror film that Spike thought they both had to see. Adam found he had a kindred spirit, comic book-wise, and they often argued over historical references, Spike’s memory for detail astounding. Who else would know the story of how Betsy Braddock became Psylock and the connection between her, Revanche and Kwannon? He even shared Adam’s sorrow over Kwannon’s passing, relating the story, the issue and the panel.
Late one evening as Spike lounged on the floor, resting against Adam’s legs, the boy asked, “Will I eventually become a vampire?”
“No,” came the answer, “now button it, I’m watching telly and don’t stop massaging my scalp.”
“Am I part vampire then, like Blade, ‘cause of what you did to me that night at the demon bar?”
“No, you’re part twit; that goes without saying,” Spike said, “but unless I drain you dry and you take my blood, that’s all you’ll be.”
“All right, then,” Adam said, snatching the cigarette from Spike’s mouth and taking a couple of drags before handing it back. “Because I don’t think I’m ready to be a vampire just yet.”
Spike was always amazed how easily Adam accepted his being a vampire. It was almost as if the kid treated his demon as a dark side to his persona, one not to be spoken of, but no big deal. Like your mad Great Uncle taking a funny turn. It happened, you dealt with it; but then you didn’t talk about it. When Spike had revealed the date of his turning, Adam had said only, “Jeez, that’s over a hundred years ago,” and never mentioned it again. He knew what a vampire was and what vampires did, Spike had told him and warned him enough times, but somehow Adam didn’t relate the vampire in his apartment to the evil out there, saying he had witnessed countless acts of true evil from the human population of LA. He’d seen Spike in full game face, kicking ten bells of shite out of other demons, and, apart from the first time, didn’t seem to connect his vampire to other blood-sucking fiends. Spike’s game face fascinated rather than appalled and the little twit often asked to see it, Spike sighing and morphing to order. Once, much to Spike’s chagrin, the bastard had burst out laughing when Spike struck, what he thought was a menacing pose to match the devil’s guise. It was strange and irritating, funny and very, very loveable. The vampire supposed that was how the boy’s mind processed stuff like that. He’d grown up almost believing superheroes were real and there were bad guys around who were just misunderstood wanna-be heroes. All they needed was to be given a chance. He’d even compared Spike to the shape-shifter extraordinaire, Raven Darkholme, a.k.a. Mystique. Not that Adam was naïve or stupid in doing his job, he’d seen how well respected he was when he’d accompanied OfficerChurch to work, it was just this aspect of Adam’s personality was slightly off kilter. Weird. Not weird crazy, but weird…nice.
“Adam?” Spike asked, “how come you escaped the chop?”
“What?”
“How come you’re uncut?” Spike clarified.
“I was born in Swansea, Wales.”
“You’re a Taffy!”
“Yup. My Father died when I was little and Mom came to Seattle to live with her sister who had married an American. She married my step Father when I was about eight.”
“Is he still with her?” Spike asked.
“No, he died when I was fifteen. He was a cop too, and I was really upset when he died, ‘cause he was nice guy and I’d grown very close to him.”
“Mum on her own?”
“Yeah,” Adam said and after a few minutes added, “It used to bother me.”
“What did?”
“Being uncut. I was teased in the locker room for being different. They used to ask to see my lace curtains or roll neck all the time. One little shit said my cock looked like a Shar Pei! I used to wear my foreskin pulled back so I appeared like everyone else in the shower, but all that changed at college; the interest was more personal, and I used to get anonymous notes asking me if I wanted my cock serviced or my meat blanket sucked. Never took up any of them; god knows what kinda freaks they couldda turned out to be. And then I realised different was good and being different and gay was like having a secret identity; something only I knew about or wanted to tell anyone about. I was mostly a loner and I suppose, lonely; I didn’t make friends easily, still don’t. I can be a bit strange sometimes.”
Spike was rubbing the lad’s thigh as he listened. Adam was a big, hulking thing, but in many aspects he was like a child in the way he approached life. It was endearing and he had to admit, very sexy; the man-child that he was. Since that night when he had given the boy a hand job, he had not encouraged anything more, mainly because he wanted to concentrate on finding Angel, but also because the time would come when he would eventually leave. Either having found Angel or because that’s what unfeeling vampires do. Have fun; piss off. He neglected to add the ‘tear throat out’ part, as, one: he couldn’t, and two: he had a soul saying he shouldn’t. It was all so complicated now and he longed for the simplicity of ‘fuck, suck, kill,’ but that would mean wiping out the last two years with Angel and there was no way he wanted to do that. He also wanted the next two hundred and more years with Angel, so the ‘fuck, suck, kill,’ bit was off the agenda. He missed Angel so much that the ache in his dead heart weighed like a stone; always there, always hurting. There were times when he could box up the pain, put it to one side, pretend there was only him and Adam, but the all encompassing love for his Sire was ever present.
“Did you love your Mom?” Adam asked.
“She’s dead.”
“But, did you love her?”
“Yes,” Spike said, “yes, I did, very much. For a long time there was only the two of us, my Father died when I was a small boy, and she raised me. We had a coupla servants, but there was only me and Mum.”
“I love my Mom,” Adam said, nodding. “Sometimes when I look at her, in pain from her arthritis, I wish I could make it all better; give her back her youth, make her live forever, I…”
“Don’t ever wish for that!” Spike said, slapping the boy’s thigh.
“Why not?”
“Trust me and don’t ask any more questions.”
“Okay.” Grabbing the mugs, Adam got up to make more coffee. “Wanna slice of pie?”
Spike grunted an answer.
“With ice cream?”
Another grunt.
“I love you.”
“Bring me the pie and shut up.”
***
One evening when Adam was working late, Spike went to meet him at the station, spending a pleasant half hour with Officer Moreno, entertaining the older guy with outrageous stories of his ‘undercover work’ with the Sheriff’s Office. With only five years to go before retirement, Moreno liked hearing what the younger boys in the force were up to. Rosie Rodello from forensics, who was waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up, joined them. She couldn’t help indulging in a bit of light flirting, asking several times why the blond from LASO didn’t have a girlfriend. “Too busy,” Spike informed her, Rosie looking skyward and saying she had heard the same shit from Adam, accusing them both of being afraid of women. With a twinkle in her eye, she pointed out that he and Adam made a gorgeous partnership and could see why they weren’t looking elsewhere. This resulted in a quick-fire exchange between the two, full of innuendo and cleverly disguised smut that had Moreno rapidly turning to each as he struggled to keep up, completely baffled.
Spike’s accent varied from Gary Cooper in ‘High Noon,’ to Al Pacino in ‘Dog day afternoon,’ to Scarlet O’hara, settling for Blanche Dubois just for jolly. He had them both in stitches as he related tales ripped off from the many cop shows he had seen, a particularly memorable one coming straight out of ‘Honey West,’ and he was surprised he hadn’t been rumbled. Excusing himself for a piss, Spike bumped into Jerome Keller.
“So…Spike,” Keller drawled, “how long you been with the Sheriff’s Office? ‘Cause, you see, I’ve done a check on you, and there doesn’t seem to be anyone there by the name you go by.”
Keller was leaning against the urinal with his arms folded in a way that got on the vampire’s nerves and he wanted to smash the cunt’s teeth in and wipe the smug look off his face; deciding to carry on pissing and ignore the git. Leaning back to give Keller a bloody good look at his knob, Spike shook his dick extravagantly; buttoned up and lit a cigarette in front of the ‘no smoking’ notice, calmly informing the ex. that ‘Spike’ was Adam’s pet name for him and if he wanted to make something of it, he’d happily take him outside and kick the shit out of him.
“Don’t threaten me!” Keller warned.
“Oh, it ain’t a threat, it’s a promise,” Spike asserted. “Now why don’t you go buckle some whores or whatever it is you do?”
Keller wasn’t about to let it go. “I’m on to you; don’t think I don’t know what your game is.”
Spike got right into the human’s face. “Is that so? And what game is that?”
Keller was less sure now the vampire was that close and stuttered, “You want…he doesn’t…”
“What’s your problem, mate, you upset ‘cause I’m fucking your ex?” The vampire allowed his eyes to fleck gold and the growl that accompanied the colour change caused Keller to flinch.
Just then Adam came in. “Guys? Everything cool?”
“Yeah, love; me and Jemima here were just gettin’ better acquainted; seems he wants you back in his arms again.” Spike shoved Keller, who fell into the urinal, getting an arseful of piss, the jolt in the vampire’s head worth the look on the bastard’s kisser. He grabbed Adam and bundled the shocked kid out the door, looking back to smirk at Keller wiping himself down.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Spike, he’s…”
“Suffering from the old green eyed goblin,” Spike finished the sentence. “The little screamer can’t handle being with you, but he doesn’t want you to be with anyone else. He wants you to be as miserable as he is.”
“You think?”
“I know.”
“I don’t like to think of him being unhappy,” Adam said, “when I’m…when we’re happy.”
“You’re too good to be true, pet,” Spike said, waggling his eyebrows. “You need to clue in and butch up. He did the dirty on you, so forget about him.”
“Yeah, but…”
“No buts,” Spike interrupted, slapping the kid on the back. “Now, where are you taking me for eats?”
Spike never seemed to tire of chicken wings and Adam never tired of watching him wolf them down. “I think I’ve made a breakthrough today; got a last known address for Mcdonald. He’s moved on from there, but the Landlord thinks he paid a couple of payments by cheque, so I’ve got someone working on tracing a bank account. We’ll get there, Spike, slowly but surely.”
With a guy like Officer Adam Church on his side, Spike had no doubt they would.
***
Later that evening, Spike joined Adam on the small patio, where Adam had spent over an hour assembling a flat pack corner unit to house some of the vampire’s ‘stuff.’ He brought over a couple of cans of beer and told the boy to take a break. Both were dressed only in jeans, and Spike had been admiring the play of muscles on Adam’s body as he worked, declining requests to help, explaining he ‘didn’t do hard graft;’ however, that hadn’t prevented him from offering advice from the comfort of the sofa.
Spike stood next to Adam, critcising the almost complete unit and casually slipped an arm around the boy’s waist, hooking a thumb into the waistband of his jeans. Adam turned and clasped his hands behind Spike’s back; the pair staying that way for some time, looking at each other, not speaking. Spike shifted his hips to remove his growing hardness from the crotch pressed up against his, but Adam held him still. The heat of humanity flooded into the vampire’s loins and coursed through his body, exploding in his brain, telling him it was wrong for a thousand different reasons, but when Adam tilted his head as if to ask a question, Spike gave him the answer. Moving his face closer, Spike brushed his lips over Adam’s warm, receptive mouth, separating the lips with his own, inserting a tongue into the delicious, moist opening, playing with the tongue he found there.
The kiss deepened and became more passionate as both men groaned and began to claw at each other’s hair, wanting to take as much as the other chose to give. The dark fur of Adam’s chest and belly bristled as it made contact with Spike’s smooth torso, and the vampire trembled as he remembered the touch of another hairy Welshman, but that body had been cool; this one burned like a super nova. Spike’s hand slid inside Adam’s waistband, searching for and finding his trapped cock, the vibrant pulse transferring up his arm like electricity. He played with the loose foreskin, tugging and rolling the flesh, moving the hood back over the glans and swiping a thumb along the leaking piss slit. Adam moaned into the mouth clamped to his and ripped open the buttons of Spike’s jeans, freeing the hard penis, and taking it in his fist, marveling at the thickness, holding the organ as if not believing it was happening. He worked the foreskin up and down over the fat head, pausing only to cup the smooth, shaven balls, separating and rolling them around in his hand. He groaned when Spike broke the kiss, but gasped as the vampire lifted an arm and sniffed deeply, licking the fine underarm hair and planting the gentlest of kisses. Spike kissed down Adam’s body, biting inflamed nipples, caressing his fleece with his face, and unzipped his flies, fumbling inside underpants to take out the hard cock.
Getting to his knees, Spike nosed into the slightly damp curls and breathed in the fresh smell of human perspiration, intoxicating to acute vampire senses. Rubbing his face over the pubic fur, spike circled Adam’s length at the base with his hand and, leaning back, pointed the penis at his face, sighing as he slowly parted the heavy foreskin, revealing a plum coloured glans, oozing slime from the slit. Spike inhaled deeply, relishing the heady aroma of hidden cock, sniffing behind the sweaty ridge, licking around the frilled crown and teasing the elastic frenulum with blunt teeth. Manipulating the generous foreskin up and down over the glans and biting the flesh as he bunched it in his fist, Spike probed into the soft membrane with a rigid tongue, working inside the wrinkled folds and sucking up the skin. He inserted an index finger into the gathered skin and swiped the digit around the glans and under the ridge, then slid back the hood to probe his tongue into the piss slit, drawing out a thin thread of gossamer slime and following it back to its origin, plunging his mouth over the prick and taking it to the back of his throat, sucking the stiff column. His other hand played with furry balls tucked up tight beneath the shaft; teasing the jittery spheres down and allowing them to bounce up again; middle finger massaging the hairy perineum and tickling the puckered anus.
Adam groaned and began to sway his hips in and out of the expert mouth, feeling the itch inside and the need to cum eating at him, Spike pausing to allow the tremor to pass before continuing. Looking down at his vampire, Adam was lost in a whirlwind of lust; his cock in his vampire’s mouth; easing in and out of beautiful lips. If he died now, he would almost believe it worth the sight of Spike’s mouth around, over, on his dick. Spike looked up at the kid looking down and ran a hand over the furry belly, poking into a deeply indented navel and traveling up to tweak hard nipples. Adam placed a hand over the one stroking his body and the other caressed his vampire’s face, running through his hair and tracing around an ear.
Spike released the twitching prick and watched as it jerked, spewing out a trickle of juice, which he dabbed at with his tongue, careful not to fire the cock off. When Adam’s breathing calmed, he bit around the glans, nibbling up and down the shaft, sliding along the length with lips, nose and chin. He masturbated with slow strokes, easing the loose foreskin up and over the head and back down again, watching the excited bollocks jump every time Adam flexed. He took the entire wank sack into his mouth, keeping the wayward balls down and felt the cords attached straining to break free and curl up close to Adam’s groin. He released them and the pair leapt up, almost disappearing inside the boy’s body. He coaxed the skittish spheres out and played with them, never tiring of watching them relax then spring back up.
Moaning, Spike returned to Adam’s overhang, stretching the fine membrane up and out, inserting a tongue into the casing and lapping inside, teasing the slit. He dabbed the furrowed flesh over his eyes, his nose, swiping the skin over his face and mouth, biting gently and sucking on the meat. The foreskin fanatic dined on manskin; licked, sucked and fucked on the succulent flesh, almost cuming; running the tip over his chest, teasing nipples, stroking over each arm. He watched as he wanked, loving the way the hood swallowed the wet head and eased it out again, biting as the skin moved back and forth; up and down.
Reaching danger point, Adam brought Spike up for a kiss, wanting to prolong the moment and devoured the slim, sinewy body with mouth, tongue and hands, biting nipples to volcanic peaks. He had never been as excited, and wanted to touch every part of his vampire with every part of himself, knowing the amazing creature in his arms was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his very limited knowledge of man-on-man sex. His ass twitched at the thought of being on the receiving end of the big cock in his hand and he fell to the floor, nipping at the taut belly, slurping into the indentation of the navel, fucking the cleft with his tongue, and plunged his face into soft, trimmed pubic hair. He grasped the thick length at the base and aimed Spike’s dick at his face, kissing the wrinkled tip and then eased the loose foreskin back over the fat cockhead, licking at the spongy glans as it was revealed. He watched as he masturbated the shaft, dabbing his tongue to soak up the spewing slime as he had seen Spike do, and then took the cock deep into his mouth, moving the foreskin up and down the shaft as he sucked.
Spike looked at the human eating his dick and wanted to shove his prick down his gullet and choke him, but refraining as his soul reminded him he didn’t do that anymore. Instead he kept up a steady rhythm, moving in and out of the warm mouth, careful not to hit the back of the delicate throat too violently. Spike ran a thumb over the cocksucker’s eyebrow, tracing a cheekbone to the busy mouth and inserted the digit inside, Adam’s tongue slithering over it. Adam looked up and smiled around the thick shaft stretching his mouth, slurping over the big dick, worshipping the thing, biting and chewing on the perfect overhang of skin, so like his own, slavering over the fat glans, and rubbing it over his face, nose and eyes. He licked under the prominent ridge, nibbling the frenulum, copying what Spike had done to his dick and sucked up the soft skin as he drew the sheath up and over the slicked head. His other hand stretched Spike’s scrotum while his fingers massaged the testicles in their tight bag. He wanted the vampire’s sperm in his mouth, wanted to swallow his seed, wanted to be taken completely, but felt strong arms haul him to standing and attack his bruised mouth, fucking with a curled tongue, challenging his own. Adam rose to the challenge and fought for supremacy, agreeing to entwine together.
They held tight, Adam’s furry pelt prickling Spike’s nipples and each took the other’s cock and masturbated furiously, whilst locked in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing. Adam almost came twice, but Spike stopped and squeezed until the excited boy’s penis stopped twitching, whispering that he wanted them to cum together and rasping, “Now, I’m gonna cum now!”
Spike’s first spurt hit Adam under the chin, the creamy emission dripping down and splashing over the spewing cock, the next five or six powerful jets spraying all over them, covering both with spunk, one volley firing high and spotting Adam’s hair, another squirting into his open mouth. Adam’s ejaculation followed as Spike was shuddering against his neck, the shots mixing with those streaking their torsos, running in rivulets to soak their pubic hair. He screamed out his completion, legs buckling as the intensity of his orgasm shook his entire body and he had to be supported by Spike, who held tight as they shared the grip of the shudder together. Adam gasped and panted as the last spasm passed and fell into strong arms, pressing his face into the perfect skin of Spike’s chest. Spike supported him, stroking his hair and back, kissing the slack mouth and cheek as his breathing regulated and his body stopped heaving.
“Okay?” Spike asked.
“Yeah,” Adam panted. “Never came like that before.” He ran a hand over his slimy crew cut. “Fuck, was it you or me who spunked my hair?”
“Dunno, mate, wasn’t looking at the time.”
“When you cum, your really cum,” Adam said with admiration.
They laughed and held together, kissing softly, stroking, whispering and touching. Spike saw Angel briefly, but the face faded to the one in his arms, the one he needed now; the one who needed him, and he felt no guilt, no pang of shame that he should have pushed his Sire aside for this. He kissed Adam; grateful for his presence; happy he was here with him.
For Adam it was everything he had imagined love and sex should be and that it was with Spike was a gift he had only dared dream. He was drained, but completely satisfied and if that was all his vampire would give, it was more than enough. “Love you,” he whispered, and was kissed until his mouth really was numb, and bruised and sore.
***
He kept his mind on the flickering bulb; staring intently until a rainbow appeared around its form and seemed to send waves of heat outward into the gloom. There was no comfort, no relief, but it offered the only distraction from the horror of being eaten alive. He was paralysed by pain and fear; his body screaming for blessed oblivion. There was none.
The demon had tortured and raped Angel for hours, then thrown him to the floor and sliced him open from neck to stomach, opening the wound and pinning the bleeding flesh back with metal pins. Squatting alongside his shivering captive, the monster calmly ate the still beating heart, calling its girlfriend on a cell ‘phone and relating in graphic detail what it was doing.
Someone was at the top of the stairs, casually spitting pips from cherries as he watched.
***