Drabble: Save Me
553 words of Spangel angst (with the happiest ending I could muster!) for piksa, who wanted her angst to end all Yay! like, but the voices wouldn't let me...
Set after Hellbound. Like, before Angel knows about Spike's little trick.
A smooth expanse of skin stretched out before him, its perfect paleness being constantly interrupted by bruises and crusts of dried blood. The face was still breathtaking, despite the split lip and newly formed scars. His eyes were closed in a healing sleep, and now and then, his shuddering breaths would break the silence.
Angel stared down at this creature, spread out before him like an offering. After so long of seeing this, he could no longer keep his emotions in check. He felt the tears beginning to form as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the naked stomach. "I'm so sorry."
"Why?" His head snapped up to meet those cool blue eyes, so filled with sadness and pain and love. He hated it when he looked at him like that.
"For this," he said as he bent forward again, lacing his lips on one of the fading bruises. He felt something beneath give out, saw the skin darken, smelt the blood pool below the surface of that skin. Spike gasped in pain, but he kept his sad smile. "It's not your fault."
"I should have stopped it sooner," Angel growled as he kissed lightly along an old cut. The skin split under his mouth, blood coating his lips. "Shouldn't have let him take you."
"But you saved me, Angel." He hissed when his wounds re-opened. "You saved me."
"I shouldn't have had to." He trailed his lips further up, licking at the trails of blood he left, leaving more as he went. "I'm sorry."
These words were so hollow after a while. Every time an oldnew hurt appeared and pain blossomed on Spike's face, he would murmur them into the bruised and broken skin, only to be echoed by Spike's "you saved me." All attempts at comfort were futile. His lips would leave patterns of purple and black. His tongue only cut deeper into already parted flesh. his hands broke bones as he tried to hold onto limp hands and arms. Ribs cracked under his fingers tips when he caressed the ruined torso. Even his tears left black stains, burning the skin like holy water.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He sobbed as he kissed along his face, tasting the blood that filled Spike's mouth, feeling his eyes shrivel and die as he ghosted over closed lids, saw the scars deepen and grow obscenely. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."
"You saved me. You saved me... saved me... save me..."
*
Spike sat - or gave his best illusion of sitting - on the bed next to Angel, who lay eerily still in his sleep. Except for the pitiful whimpers and the tears streaming down his face, at least. He took all his concentration and wiped some of them away, holding them for a few seconds before they slipped through his fingers and dampened the sheets.
Memories of hell must have been coming up, after today... giving him nightmares.
Insubstantial hands did their best to sooth, and when skin did meet, he was rewarded with a moment of peace from the sleeping vampire. Despite all his resistance, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. He couldn't wait for Angel to wake up. He had a surprise for him.
Set after Hellbound. Like, before Angel knows about Spike's little trick.
A smooth expanse of skin stretched out before him, its perfect paleness being constantly interrupted by bruises and crusts of dried blood. The face was still breathtaking, despite the split lip and newly formed scars. His eyes were closed in a healing sleep, and now and then, his shuddering breaths would break the silence.
Angel stared down at this creature, spread out before him like an offering. After so long of seeing this, he could no longer keep his emotions in check. He felt the tears beginning to form as he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the naked stomach. "I'm so sorry."
"Why?" His head snapped up to meet those cool blue eyes, so filled with sadness and pain and love. He hated it when he looked at him like that.
"For this," he said as he bent forward again, lacing his lips on one of the fading bruises. He felt something beneath give out, saw the skin darken, smelt the blood pool below the surface of that skin. Spike gasped in pain, but he kept his sad smile. "It's not your fault."
"I should have stopped it sooner," Angel growled as he kissed lightly along an old cut. The skin split under his mouth, blood coating his lips. "Shouldn't have let him take you."
"But you saved me, Angel." He hissed when his wounds re-opened. "You saved me."
"I shouldn't have had to." He trailed his lips further up, licking at the trails of blood he left, leaving more as he went. "I'm sorry."
These words were so hollow after a while. Every time an oldnew hurt appeared and pain blossomed on Spike's face, he would murmur them into the bruised and broken skin, only to be echoed by Spike's "you saved me." All attempts at comfort were futile. His lips would leave patterns of purple and black. His tongue only cut deeper into already parted flesh. his hands broke bones as he tried to hold onto limp hands and arms. Ribs cracked under his fingers tips when he caressed the ruined torso. Even his tears left black stains, burning the skin like holy water.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He sobbed as he kissed along his face, tasting the blood that filled Spike's mouth, feeling his eyes shrivel and die as he ghosted over closed lids, saw the scars deepen and grow obscenely. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."
"You saved me. You saved me... saved me... save me..."
*
Spike sat - or gave his best illusion of sitting - on the bed next to Angel, who lay eerily still in his sleep. Except for the pitiful whimpers and the tears streaming down his face, at least. He took all his concentration and wiped some of them away, holding them for a few seconds before they slipped through his fingers and dampened the sheets.
Memories of hell must have been coming up, after today... giving him nightmares.
Insubstantial hands did their best to sooth, and when skin did meet, he was rewarded with a moment of peace from the sleeping vampire. Despite all his resistance, he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. He couldn't wait for Angel to wake up. He had a surprise for him.