Fic: TFS Book 2 [Spike/Xander, Spike/Angelus, Xander/Angelus] 31/36
Okay, here's the deal. I started this series long before I started my livejournal, so I have an entire Book One (12 chapters) plus the first 30 chapters of Book Two not posted here. I do however, have them all up at my site, Penetrating Urges for those of you who haven't read any of it yet and want to. I may or may not get around to archiving them here at some point (backdated of course).
ETA: This series is currently on indefinite hiatus. I more or less lost my muse on this one, guys. I desperately want to finish it, my muse just won't cooperate and I have no idea if that will ever change. Sorry.
Title: Twisted Fates Series: Book Two
Pairings (main): S/X; S/A(us); X/A(us)
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warning: (Overall) Violence, bloodplay, and torture (will clearly mark the specific chapters involving torture)
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit...just borrowing them to get the plot bunny that invaded my brain to shut up already.
Dedication: For eyezrthewindows. Without her, I probably never would have found the courage to post this anywhere. Also, it wouldn't be the story it is without her input.
Setting: BtVS S2
Summary: What if Spike had been the one to get the soul, and the hyena trans-possession had suffered a few...glitches?
Too soon after Angel's departure, Xander heard people running down the hall in the distance, calling his name. Putting his enhanced speed to use, he dressed quickly. He had just tucked in his shirt and put the lotion back in place when his friends showed up at the door of the music room.
"Xander! There you are!" Willow exclaimed, slightly out of breath, but smiling nonetheless in relief. "We heard shots, but the wasps were everywhere and we couldn't get in and then the wasps just disappeared and is there a dead girl around here somewhere and oh my God! You're bleeding!”
Xander's brows knit together and he glanced at Giles who indicated his shirt as the source of Willow's exclamation. Looking down, he winced at the memory of shooting himself. "Oh, yeah. I sort of…committed suicide I guess."
"You guess?" Buffy asked, her voice rising a notch.
Xander shrugged. "Well, I mean, it wasn't me exactly. It was Jim. He was controlling me and he killed himself via me. Does that count?"
Willow ran toward him intent on hugging him, but stopped short, staring at his bloody shirt. "Does it hurt?"
Xander shook his head, lifting his shirt for their inspection. "Nope. Died for a minute or two and then came back good as new."
Buffy's eyes widened. "Good as new includes half-healed bite marks?"
"What? Huh?" Xander asked, glancing down at his bared chest. He felt his cheeks flame at what he saw. Of course he had forgotten that Angel had bitten him repeatedly during the sex. "Oh, that. That's…nothing."
Willow studied him. "Nothing huh? Who was here? We heard two shots, and Jim didn't kill himself until after he killed Grace. Who was Grace?"
Xander swallowed, dropping his shirt. "Um…Angel?"
Three sets of eyes widened at that information. Xander winced, able to see the gears grinding as they figured out what had happened.
Willow gasped. "You had sex with Angel!"
Xander jerked back as if hit. "Whoa. Stop right there. Not going there, okay? Angel and I did not have sex. Jim and Grace did. They needed closure...or something."
Buffy frowned. "But-"
Xander interrupted, holding up his hand. "No. No buts. Absolutely no butts. It didn't happen and that’s the end of it. No more discussion, got it?"
Buffy looked as if she was going to continue the argument, but thankfully Giles stepped in. "Buffy, Willow. Xander is all right and there isn't a dead girl we have to worry about. The rest is none of our business. Let's give him some privacy on the matter and call it a night, shall we?"
Reluctantly both of them nodded.
Willow stepped forward and wrapped Xander in her arms. "I'm so glad you're immortal. I don't know what I'd do if I had lost you tonight."
Buffy joined in the hug. "Me too, Xand. I'm glad you're okay."
Xander nodded, too choked up to talk as he squeezed them both reassuringly. After a minute they separated and the girls headed out of the room in front of him. He started to follow, but Giles' hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Xander, I am uh…I'm glad you're all right. As for the rest…if you ever need to talk, my door is open."
Xander nodded. "Thanks Giles, but um, I intend to forget tonight ever happened. As far as I'm concerned, it was one big nightmare I plan to block out entirely. That okay?"
Giles smiled reassuringly. "In light of what happened, yes, it's most definitely okay."
Xander returned the smile and together they followed the girls out.
Angel stormed into the mansion in full game face, rage pouring off him. The further away from the school he had gotten, the angrier he had become. He could still smell Xander on him...in him. Worse, he could still feel him in him. Worst of all, even more so than the disgusting feeling of love that had flowed from Grace's ghost and permeated him, was the fact that he had enjoyed getting fucked. He had liked being taken. It was that feeling that had to go...immediately.
Angel had broken two chairs, ripped several paintings off the walls, and threw a vase across the room before any of the minions present had the nerve to approach him.
"M...master. Do you need anything?" One minion asked, unmistakable fear in his eyes, a fear echoed in the eyes of the other minions present.
Angel glared at them, considering taking one or all of them in a bid to cleanse himself of Xander and what they had done. One by one he looked them up and down, dismissing each one in turn. True, they were there and they were his to do with as he pleased. In fact, he had done several of them at one time or another when Darla and Spike hadn't been around and he was horny, but no, it was going to take more than dominating a minion to cure him of these feelings. He needed to dominate someone closer to his equal. Someone like his childe, Spike, who because of the mating bond, still smelled vaguely like Xander...a fact that would make the act all the sweeter.
With a growl, Angel ordered all the minions present, "Get out of my way. Now."
The minions quickly hurried off without another word.
Angel looked around, searching for someone specific. Finding the room empty, he inhaled, scenting the air. He turned toward the familiar smell of arousal and headed determinedly in that direction. Seconds later, he stepped into another room and scanned it, finding who he was looking for.
Spike. Angel's eyes flicked between Spike, who was busy fastening his pants despite the noticeable bulge making it difficult, and a female minion scrambling to her feet, fully clothed and wiping at her mouth.
Wasting no time, Angel said to her, "Leave. Now."
The minion raced from the room. Spike inhaled, scenting Angel for some clue as to what was wrong, and reeled back at the unexpectedness of Xander's scent pouring off the older vampire.
"Sire?" Spike inquired in a small voice, unsure what to think or feel.
Angel was too enraged to process or care about the hurt in Spike's eyes. His lips curled up into a cold smile and he ordered softly, "Come here, childe."
Spike swallowed hard and backed up a step, a million questions racing through his head. "What…how…I can smell him."
Angel stalked toward him, ignoring Spike's confusion and the hint of betrayal in his voice. "I said come here."
Spike shook his head. "No. Not until you-"
Angel pounced before he could get the rest of the sentence out. Spike leapt out of the way and Angel crashed into an end table. He jumped back to his feet and turned toward Spike, growling low in his throat.
Spike's eyes widened. Just above a whisper, he mumbled, "Oh shit."
"That, my boy, is going to cost you." Angel promised, game face coming to the fore, golden eyes trained on Spike.
He dove at Spike again, this time catching the hem of his shirt as Spike dodged to the left. The shirt tore right up the back, part of the material coming off completely in Angel's hand. The rest of it hung in two pieces from the still intact neckline down Spike's back.
"Angel, what-"
Angel didn't give him time to finish before he was after him again. Two more fruitless attempts later, Spike's luck ran out and he tripped over a piece of the end table Angel had crashed into in the first place. He came down hard on his ass and scrambled backwards futilely. Angel took advantage and pounced on him, knocking him onto his back. He smiled, watching Spike shift into game face, knowing that meant he had finally decided to fight back instead of just try to get away. Good. That's what he wanted, what he needed. It wasn't half as fun to beat his childe into submission if he wasn't fighting back.
Within minutes they were both bloody and snarling, fighting like they hadn't in years. Spike had gained a lot in strength and skill since the last time they had done this nearly a century ago and Angel found himself honestly challenged to overpower him. A fact that delighted him to no end.
Somewhere along the line, probably about the time Angel had ripped Spike's shirt off the rest of the way and Spike had torn away Angel's in return, the fighting had turned into foreplay for both of them. Angel could feel Spike's rock hard erection rub against his body as Spike squirmed beneath him, trying to get out from under him. In return, Angel's cock hardened to the point of pain, the blood and power play between them overriding his need to dominate because of Xander, replacing it with his sire's instincts to dominate simply for the act itself.
With a twist of his body that only someone as flexible as Spike could pull off, he caught Angel off guard and threw him. Angel grunted in pain as he landed hard on his back on the floor nearby. Spike wasted no time. He flipped over onto his hands and knees, attempting to scramble away, ignoring the pain shooting through his body. Two of his ribs were cracked, one of Angel's bites into his shoulder had been deep enough to tear away flesh, and he was pretty sure his left wrist was broken. He winced as he crawled toward the couch, hoping to put it between him and Angel.
Angel had other plans though. He reached out a blood-covered hand, grabbed Spike's ankle and jerked him backwards by it. A couple of his own ribs were cracked, his side was bleeding from several long gashes where Spike's nails had dug in deep enough to tear through flesh and muscle and his right eye was quickly swelling shut. When Spike tried to kick free of his hold, Angel yanked on his ankle again and the younger vampire went unceremoniously into a sprawl on the floor, arms and legs askew, a sound of frustration emanating from his lips.
Angel growled in victory and quickly grabbed Spike's waistband, ripping his pants away with one vicious jerk. He scrambled between his legs, holding him down with a well-placed hand in the small of his back while his free hand opened his own leather pants and released himself. Shifting both his hands to Spike's hips, Angel pulled back, forcing the blond onto his hands and knees. He lined his cock up and thrust forward, burying himself balls deep.
Beneath him, Spike threw his head back and howled. Angel pumped in and out once and felt the passage slicken with blood, knowing he had torn him. Still, he didn't give Spike time to adjust as he began thrusting in and out at a punishing rate, taking all his anger and frustration out on Spike's ass.
Now that the fight for dominance was over and hard won, Spike moaned and submitted willingly, spreading his legs further apart yet and allowing Angel to get even deeper. His cock was so hard by that point from the pain/pleasure of the foreplay and coupling that he wanted nothing more than to reach down, grab it and jerk himself off. He couldn't though because Angel was thrusting so hard it was taking all the strength he had left to keep his arms from giving out and his face from slamming into the ground.
He dropped down to his elbows, balanced his weight on his forearms, and panted desperately. "Touch me…touch me…fuck…Angel…fucking touch me! Please!"
Angel heard Spike's plea through his haze of need and leaned forward, wrapping his fist around the younger vampire's erection and pulling roughly on it. He kept up the punishing pace and growled into the side of Spike's neck, "Mine."
Spike groaned and tilted his head to the side in a further act of submission. "Yours. Always."
Angel thrust forward, hard and fast, sinking his fangs into Spike's offered neck. His cock exploded inside his childe, but he continued thrusting as he drank deeply. Spike howled as Angel's fangs sank in, spilling himself all over Angel's hand and the floor. Angel eventually stopped thrusting and Spike collapsed onto the tiled floor. Angel's anger dissolved, sated by Spike's submission as much as by his body, and he collapsed on top of him.
Some time later, Angel rolled off him with a pained groan. Spike rolled over with a grunt and they both stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the pain their bodies were in from the fight and the fucking. Before Spike even attempted to ask any questions, he turned his head to the side in search of his duster, surprised to find it hanging within reach over the back of the couch, untouched. Grabbing it, he pulled it down next to him and dug around for a cigarette. After he had lit up and sucked deeply on it a couple of times, he offered it to Angel who lay motionless next to him, still staring up at the ceiling. Without looking, Angel took it and inhaled deeply also.
Spike cleared his throat and glanced at Angel. "So, what was that about and why the bleedin' hell do you smell like you took a bath in Xander's cum?"
Angel growled low in his throat at the reminder and turned to look at Spike. Seeing the damage he had done-namely, Spike's bloody, beaten face-he figured he at least owed him some sort of explanation. Spike was no longer a fledging childe he could do with as he pleased. He was his own master and regardless of that, Angel tossing him out over ninety years ago effectively ended his sire's rights with him.
"Xander and I were possessed…by a couple of dead lovers."
Spike's eyes widened. He hadn't expected that. At least it eased the ache the thought of Angel and Xander going at it without him had left inside. Obviously neither of them had any control over the act. Needing to know more, he asked, "What? Does that boy have some sort of soddin' sign over his head that says, 'Come possess me, 'm easy,' or what?"
Angel took another drag off the cigarette then passed it back to Spike, chuckling lightly. All too quickly though, the memory of what had happened earlier effectively sobered him. He scowled up at the ceiling, angered all over again by the fact that he had enjoyed being taken by Xander so much. Yes, it had technically been Jim and Grace in charge, but somewhere during the act, Angel had given himself over and gotten just as much pleasure as they did from it all.
Spike accepted the cigarette back and took another pull off it. Propping himself up on one elbow with a wince, he studied Angel's face. "Right then. What else, mate? There's got to be more to it than that to set you off this way. I know you've been attracted to him from the start. Couldn't have been that much of a hardship to fuck him, especially since he's got such a nice arse."
Angel's gaze darkened and he growled low in his throat. "I didn't fuck him," he admitted, unsure why he was telling Spike after he had resolved never to tell anyone.
"But you just said…" Spike trailed off as the realization of what Angel wasn't saying hit him. "He…you…holy fuck."
"The spirit who got me was the girl." Angel bit out by way of explanation.
Spike's jaw dropped, then closed, and then dropped again. As far as he knew, Angel had never submitted in that way to anyone. It wasn't an issue with a woman as his sire, and Angel was too much of an alpha to allow that with anyone else but a sire anyway. Wisely though, he knew better than to keep at the subject. Angel's body language was clearly saying the conversation was over. He couldn't help but feel pleasure roll through him though at the knowledge that Angel had trusted him enough to tell him at all. He knew the older vampire wouldn't be telling anyone else, not even Darla.
Rolling back onto his back and stubbing the cigarette out on the floor next to him, Spike cleared his throat. "Right then. Work it all out, did you?"
Angel turned to study Spike's profile, thankful the blond knew not to press. "Yeah, I did. Thanks."
Spike chuckled and shrugged his bitten shoulder, wincing slightly. "Anytime mate. What's a couple broken bones and missing bits of flesh among vamps anyway?"
Angel smiled for the first time in hours and said softly, "Come here, childe."
Spike turned to him and read the offer in his eyes. Eagerly, he scooted over and turned on his side, watching with a watering mouth as Angel reached up and sliced the flesh above his nipple open with a fingernail.
"Drink."
Spike wasted no time latching on. Angel gasped as he felt him begin to suckle. He heard Spike groan in pleasure, and answered with a groan of his own. There was nothing better than this, than lying here sated while his childe drank from him. He wrapped his arms around Spike, tangling the fingers of one hand in his hair and holding him close. He closed his eyes and sighed, feeling the last of the tension from the night drain out of him along with his blood.
From the doorway, Darla watched, catching the tail end of whatever had happened between Angel and Spike. She hadn't been in time to overhear their conversation, but from the state of the room and their current embrace, she figured whatever had went on had cemented them more to each other than they already had been.
Scowling, she watched the expression of complete happiness on Angel's face as Spike suckled him. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. There was supposed to be a rift between them now. Instead, they were closer than ever.
Her face hardened and she made a decision. It had to end. She was loosing Angel more and more every day to the blond bane of her existence and she was fed up with it. There had to be a way to get them away from each other once and for all...and she was more determined than ever to find it.
TBC…
The next chapter can be found here: Chapter 32
ETA: This series is currently on indefinite hiatus. I more or less lost my muse on this one, guys. I desperately want to finish it, my muse just won't cooperate and I have no idea if that will ever change. Sorry.
Title: Twisted Fates Series: Book Two
Pairings (main): S/X; S/A(us); X/A(us)
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warning: (Overall) Violence, bloodplay, and torture (will clearly mark the specific chapters involving torture)
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit...just borrowing them to get the plot bunny that invaded my brain to shut up already.
Dedication: For eyezrthewindows. Without her, I probably never would have found the courage to post this anywhere. Also, it wouldn't be the story it is without her input.
Setting: BtVS S2
Summary: What if Spike had been the one to get the soul, and the hyena trans-possession had suffered a few...glitches?
Too soon after Angel's departure, Xander heard people running down the hall in the distance, calling his name. Putting his enhanced speed to use, he dressed quickly. He had just tucked in his shirt and put the lotion back in place when his friends showed up at the door of the music room.
"Xander! There you are!" Willow exclaimed, slightly out of breath, but smiling nonetheless in relief. "We heard shots, but the wasps were everywhere and we couldn't get in and then the wasps just disappeared and is there a dead girl around here somewhere and oh my God! You're bleeding!”
Xander's brows knit together and he glanced at Giles who indicated his shirt as the source of Willow's exclamation. Looking down, he winced at the memory of shooting himself. "Oh, yeah. I sort of…committed suicide I guess."
"You guess?" Buffy asked, her voice rising a notch.
Xander shrugged. "Well, I mean, it wasn't me exactly. It was Jim. He was controlling me and he killed himself via me. Does that count?"
Willow ran toward him intent on hugging him, but stopped short, staring at his bloody shirt. "Does it hurt?"
Xander shook his head, lifting his shirt for their inspection. "Nope. Died for a minute or two and then came back good as new."
Buffy's eyes widened. "Good as new includes half-healed bite marks?"
"What? Huh?" Xander asked, glancing down at his bared chest. He felt his cheeks flame at what he saw. Of course he had forgotten that Angel had bitten him repeatedly during the sex. "Oh, that. That's…nothing."
Willow studied him. "Nothing huh? Who was here? We heard two shots, and Jim didn't kill himself until after he killed Grace. Who was Grace?"
Xander swallowed, dropping his shirt. "Um…Angel?"
Three sets of eyes widened at that information. Xander winced, able to see the gears grinding as they figured out what had happened.
Willow gasped. "You had sex with Angel!"
Xander jerked back as if hit. "Whoa. Stop right there. Not going there, okay? Angel and I did not have sex. Jim and Grace did. They needed closure...or something."
Buffy frowned. "But-"
Xander interrupted, holding up his hand. "No. No buts. Absolutely no butts. It didn't happen and that’s the end of it. No more discussion, got it?"
Buffy looked as if she was going to continue the argument, but thankfully Giles stepped in. "Buffy, Willow. Xander is all right and there isn't a dead girl we have to worry about. The rest is none of our business. Let's give him some privacy on the matter and call it a night, shall we?"
Reluctantly both of them nodded.
Willow stepped forward and wrapped Xander in her arms. "I'm so glad you're immortal. I don't know what I'd do if I had lost you tonight."
Buffy joined in the hug. "Me too, Xand. I'm glad you're okay."
Xander nodded, too choked up to talk as he squeezed them both reassuringly. After a minute they separated and the girls headed out of the room in front of him. He started to follow, but Giles' hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Xander, I am uh…I'm glad you're all right. As for the rest…if you ever need to talk, my door is open."
Xander nodded. "Thanks Giles, but um, I intend to forget tonight ever happened. As far as I'm concerned, it was one big nightmare I plan to block out entirely. That okay?"
Giles smiled reassuringly. "In light of what happened, yes, it's most definitely okay."
Xander returned the smile and together they followed the girls out.
Angel stormed into the mansion in full game face, rage pouring off him. The further away from the school he had gotten, the angrier he had become. He could still smell Xander on him...in him. Worse, he could still feel him in him. Worst of all, even more so than the disgusting feeling of love that had flowed from Grace's ghost and permeated him, was the fact that he had enjoyed getting fucked. He had liked being taken. It was that feeling that had to go...immediately.
Angel had broken two chairs, ripped several paintings off the walls, and threw a vase across the room before any of the minions present had the nerve to approach him.
"M...master. Do you need anything?" One minion asked, unmistakable fear in his eyes, a fear echoed in the eyes of the other minions present.
Angel glared at them, considering taking one or all of them in a bid to cleanse himself of Xander and what they had done. One by one he looked them up and down, dismissing each one in turn. True, they were there and they were his to do with as he pleased. In fact, he had done several of them at one time or another when Darla and Spike hadn't been around and he was horny, but no, it was going to take more than dominating a minion to cure him of these feelings. He needed to dominate someone closer to his equal. Someone like his childe, Spike, who because of the mating bond, still smelled vaguely like Xander...a fact that would make the act all the sweeter.
With a growl, Angel ordered all the minions present, "Get out of my way. Now."
The minions quickly hurried off without another word.
Angel looked around, searching for someone specific. Finding the room empty, he inhaled, scenting the air. He turned toward the familiar smell of arousal and headed determinedly in that direction. Seconds later, he stepped into another room and scanned it, finding who he was looking for.
Spike. Angel's eyes flicked between Spike, who was busy fastening his pants despite the noticeable bulge making it difficult, and a female minion scrambling to her feet, fully clothed and wiping at her mouth.
Wasting no time, Angel said to her, "Leave. Now."
The minion raced from the room. Spike inhaled, scenting Angel for some clue as to what was wrong, and reeled back at the unexpectedness of Xander's scent pouring off the older vampire.
"Sire?" Spike inquired in a small voice, unsure what to think or feel.
Angel was too enraged to process or care about the hurt in Spike's eyes. His lips curled up into a cold smile and he ordered softly, "Come here, childe."
Spike swallowed hard and backed up a step, a million questions racing through his head. "What…how…I can smell him."
Angel stalked toward him, ignoring Spike's confusion and the hint of betrayal in his voice. "I said come here."
Spike shook his head. "No. Not until you-"
Angel pounced before he could get the rest of the sentence out. Spike leapt out of the way and Angel crashed into an end table. He jumped back to his feet and turned toward Spike, growling low in his throat.
Spike's eyes widened. Just above a whisper, he mumbled, "Oh shit."
"That, my boy, is going to cost you." Angel promised, game face coming to the fore, golden eyes trained on Spike.
He dove at Spike again, this time catching the hem of his shirt as Spike dodged to the left. The shirt tore right up the back, part of the material coming off completely in Angel's hand. The rest of it hung in two pieces from the still intact neckline down Spike's back.
"Angel, what-"
Angel didn't give him time to finish before he was after him again. Two more fruitless attempts later, Spike's luck ran out and he tripped over a piece of the end table Angel had crashed into in the first place. He came down hard on his ass and scrambled backwards futilely. Angel took advantage and pounced on him, knocking him onto his back. He smiled, watching Spike shift into game face, knowing that meant he had finally decided to fight back instead of just try to get away. Good. That's what he wanted, what he needed. It wasn't half as fun to beat his childe into submission if he wasn't fighting back.
Within minutes they were both bloody and snarling, fighting like they hadn't in years. Spike had gained a lot in strength and skill since the last time they had done this nearly a century ago and Angel found himself honestly challenged to overpower him. A fact that delighted him to no end.
Somewhere along the line, probably about the time Angel had ripped Spike's shirt off the rest of the way and Spike had torn away Angel's in return, the fighting had turned into foreplay for both of them. Angel could feel Spike's rock hard erection rub against his body as Spike squirmed beneath him, trying to get out from under him. In return, Angel's cock hardened to the point of pain, the blood and power play between them overriding his need to dominate because of Xander, replacing it with his sire's instincts to dominate simply for the act itself.
With a twist of his body that only someone as flexible as Spike could pull off, he caught Angel off guard and threw him. Angel grunted in pain as he landed hard on his back on the floor nearby. Spike wasted no time. He flipped over onto his hands and knees, attempting to scramble away, ignoring the pain shooting through his body. Two of his ribs were cracked, one of Angel's bites into his shoulder had been deep enough to tear away flesh, and he was pretty sure his left wrist was broken. He winced as he crawled toward the couch, hoping to put it between him and Angel.
Angel had other plans though. He reached out a blood-covered hand, grabbed Spike's ankle and jerked him backwards by it. A couple of his own ribs were cracked, his side was bleeding from several long gashes where Spike's nails had dug in deep enough to tear through flesh and muscle and his right eye was quickly swelling shut. When Spike tried to kick free of his hold, Angel yanked on his ankle again and the younger vampire went unceremoniously into a sprawl on the floor, arms and legs askew, a sound of frustration emanating from his lips.
Angel growled in victory and quickly grabbed Spike's waistband, ripping his pants away with one vicious jerk. He scrambled between his legs, holding him down with a well-placed hand in the small of his back while his free hand opened his own leather pants and released himself. Shifting both his hands to Spike's hips, Angel pulled back, forcing the blond onto his hands and knees. He lined his cock up and thrust forward, burying himself balls deep.
Beneath him, Spike threw his head back and howled. Angel pumped in and out once and felt the passage slicken with blood, knowing he had torn him. Still, he didn't give Spike time to adjust as he began thrusting in and out at a punishing rate, taking all his anger and frustration out on Spike's ass.
Now that the fight for dominance was over and hard won, Spike moaned and submitted willingly, spreading his legs further apart yet and allowing Angel to get even deeper. His cock was so hard by that point from the pain/pleasure of the foreplay and coupling that he wanted nothing more than to reach down, grab it and jerk himself off. He couldn't though because Angel was thrusting so hard it was taking all the strength he had left to keep his arms from giving out and his face from slamming into the ground.
He dropped down to his elbows, balanced his weight on his forearms, and panted desperately. "Touch me…touch me…fuck…Angel…fucking touch me! Please!"
Angel heard Spike's plea through his haze of need and leaned forward, wrapping his fist around the younger vampire's erection and pulling roughly on it. He kept up the punishing pace and growled into the side of Spike's neck, "Mine."
Spike groaned and tilted his head to the side in a further act of submission. "Yours. Always."
Angel thrust forward, hard and fast, sinking his fangs into Spike's offered neck. His cock exploded inside his childe, but he continued thrusting as he drank deeply. Spike howled as Angel's fangs sank in, spilling himself all over Angel's hand and the floor. Angel eventually stopped thrusting and Spike collapsed onto the tiled floor. Angel's anger dissolved, sated by Spike's submission as much as by his body, and he collapsed on top of him.
Some time later, Angel rolled off him with a pained groan. Spike rolled over with a grunt and they both stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the pain their bodies were in from the fight and the fucking. Before Spike even attempted to ask any questions, he turned his head to the side in search of his duster, surprised to find it hanging within reach over the back of the couch, untouched. Grabbing it, he pulled it down next to him and dug around for a cigarette. After he had lit up and sucked deeply on it a couple of times, he offered it to Angel who lay motionless next to him, still staring up at the ceiling. Without looking, Angel took it and inhaled deeply also.
Spike cleared his throat and glanced at Angel. "So, what was that about and why the bleedin' hell do you smell like you took a bath in Xander's cum?"
Angel growled low in his throat at the reminder and turned to look at Spike. Seeing the damage he had done-namely, Spike's bloody, beaten face-he figured he at least owed him some sort of explanation. Spike was no longer a fledging childe he could do with as he pleased. He was his own master and regardless of that, Angel tossing him out over ninety years ago effectively ended his sire's rights with him.
"Xander and I were possessed…by a couple of dead lovers."
Spike's eyes widened. He hadn't expected that. At least it eased the ache the thought of Angel and Xander going at it without him had left inside. Obviously neither of them had any control over the act. Needing to know more, he asked, "What? Does that boy have some sort of soddin' sign over his head that says, 'Come possess me, 'm easy,' or what?"
Angel took another drag off the cigarette then passed it back to Spike, chuckling lightly. All too quickly though, the memory of what had happened earlier effectively sobered him. He scowled up at the ceiling, angered all over again by the fact that he had enjoyed being taken by Xander so much. Yes, it had technically been Jim and Grace in charge, but somewhere during the act, Angel had given himself over and gotten just as much pleasure as they did from it all.
Spike accepted the cigarette back and took another pull off it. Propping himself up on one elbow with a wince, he studied Angel's face. "Right then. What else, mate? There's got to be more to it than that to set you off this way. I know you've been attracted to him from the start. Couldn't have been that much of a hardship to fuck him, especially since he's got such a nice arse."
Angel's gaze darkened and he growled low in his throat. "I didn't fuck him," he admitted, unsure why he was telling Spike after he had resolved never to tell anyone.
"But you just said…" Spike trailed off as the realization of what Angel wasn't saying hit him. "He…you…holy fuck."
"The spirit who got me was the girl." Angel bit out by way of explanation.
Spike's jaw dropped, then closed, and then dropped again. As far as he knew, Angel had never submitted in that way to anyone. It wasn't an issue with a woman as his sire, and Angel was too much of an alpha to allow that with anyone else but a sire anyway. Wisely though, he knew better than to keep at the subject. Angel's body language was clearly saying the conversation was over. He couldn't help but feel pleasure roll through him though at the knowledge that Angel had trusted him enough to tell him at all. He knew the older vampire wouldn't be telling anyone else, not even Darla.
Rolling back onto his back and stubbing the cigarette out on the floor next to him, Spike cleared his throat. "Right then. Work it all out, did you?"
Angel turned to study Spike's profile, thankful the blond knew not to press. "Yeah, I did. Thanks."
Spike chuckled and shrugged his bitten shoulder, wincing slightly. "Anytime mate. What's a couple broken bones and missing bits of flesh among vamps anyway?"
Angel smiled for the first time in hours and said softly, "Come here, childe."
Spike turned to him and read the offer in his eyes. Eagerly, he scooted over and turned on his side, watching with a watering mouth as Angel reached up and sliced the flesh above his nipple open with a fingernail.
"Drink."
Spike wasted no time latching on. Angel gasped as he felt him begin to suckle. He heard Spike groan in pleasure, and answered with a groan of his own. There was nothing better than this, than lying here sated while his childe drank from him. He wrapped his arms around Spike, tangling the fingers of one hand in his hair and holding him close. He closed his eyes and sighed, feeling the last of the tension from the night drain out of him along with his blood.
From the doorway, Darla watched, catching the tail end of whatever had happened between Angel and Spike. She hadn't been in time to overhear their conversation, but from the state of the room and their current embrace, she figured whatever had went on had cemented them more to each other than they already had been.
Scowling, she watched the expression of complete happiness on Angel's face as Spike suckled him. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. There was supposed to be a rift between them now. Instead, they were closer than ever.
Her face hardened and she made a decision. It had to end. She was loosing Angel more and more every day to the blond bane of her existence and she was fed up with it. There had to be a way to get them away from each other once and for all...and she was more determined than ever to find it.
TBC…
The next chapter can be found here: Chapter 32