Visions of You (Spike/A(us)/Seeley Booth/Drusilla) NC-17 10/14
Title: Visions of You
By Tami (tabrandt @ hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: The characters from ATS / BTVS are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.
BETA: Myself, lexa4227
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Slash, multiple-partner sex (Spike/Angel(us)/Seeley Booth/Drusilla)
Timeline - Pre-Bones/Post-ATS Season 5, 2-3 months after the events of COMING FULL CIRCLE
Summary - Two-Three months after the events of COMING FULL CIRCLE. Angel, Spike and Dru go to Washington, DC when Drusilla starts having dark visions of Seeley Booth's new case that lead her to believe that Seeley is the one in danger. Sequel to ON THE OTHER SIDE OF FATE and COMING FULL CIRCLE.
Feedback - It would be appreciated. My plot bunny has been lagging lately.
Author's Note - This story takes place before BONES series and after an AU NOT FADE AWAY.
WARNINGS: slash and multiple-partner sex, dark themes, possible minor character death, depending on Angel, Seeley and Spike's mood.
Word Count: 4,134
Previous Chapters
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Chapter 10
Washington, D.C., Seeley Booth’s Apartment
The last bit of sun tried to break through the curtains in the living room. The clock near the TV read 5 p.m. Booth had been asleep for the last few hours. Drusilla disappeared a while ago. Angel found her in bed with Booth wrapped around her, both asleep. His girl was easily bored and hated being confined to the apartment. Those months she was ill in Sunnydale must have been hell for her. Now, it was just Angel and Spike in the living room staring at the TV waiting for the sun to go down.
“Do you think we’ll still be together in a year or even in a hundred years?”
Angel’s brows furrowed in confusion at the question. It didn’t surprise him anymore. Spike had asked similar questions every now and then since the War with the Senior Partners. A war that hadn’t ended, exactly, there was more of a lull in aggressive fighting. Angel hadn’t stepped on Wolfram & Hart’s toes in the time he’d lived in Las Vegas, so they’d left him and his team alone . . . for the most part. There was the occasional battle that shook things up, but nothing that matched what occurred on that last night in Los Angeles.
“I have nowhere else to be,” Angel said distractedly. A pillow was thrown at him from the other side of the couch.
“That’s not what I meant. I meant . . .” Spike sighed. “If you hadn’t needed me to lean on after what happened in L.A, we would have gone our separate ways. You would have gone off into the sunset or moonlight, whatever, and left me to myself.”
Angel turned his head and gave Spike a strange look as if the blonde was speaking a different language.
“You think I would leave you again? Where did you get that idea?”
“Well, it’s not like we’re getting any younger and you have Booth and his son as biological family now.”
“Booth and Parker? What do they have to do with us?” Angel asked still confused.
“Forget it,” Spike huffed.
“You brought it up,” Angel said offhandedly. Spike scowled at the television. “What are you getting at, Spike?”
The blonde vampire ignored him and watched the television screen with renewed interest. Angel reached over and shifted Spike’s head by his fingers under the chin to look at him.
“Seeley and Parker cannot have a permanent focus in my life,” Angel said and then more quietly, “Especially not Parker. The boy needs to have a normal life. I can’t offer anything remotely normal.”
“So that’s why you’re still with me? Because it’s what’s best for Seeley and Parker, not for you?” Spike asked his brows furrowed.
“No,” Angel sighed in agitation. “Being in Las Vegas is what’s best for me. Fighting the darkness, saving people, helping those who face what they don’t understand. Seeley faces the human element and the evil they can do. I face demons . . . with you.”
“Still trying to earn your redemption?” Spike asked with a raised brow.
“No, if I haven’t earned a Shanshu by now then I never will. Don’t you see, Spike? Booth is my redemption. He’s human. Where Connor was stolen from me, Seeley can raise Parker. He can give him the life I could never give my son.”
Angel slid closer until he had the blonde vampire trapped against the armrest of the couch. He grabbed Spike’s chin so that he was forced to look at him and see the truth in his eyes. Angel wanted to put Sunnydale and Los Angeles behind him once and for all. That meant compelling Spike to face some truths.
“Booth may take priority right now, but he doesn’t take precedence over my life. You do. You and I are all that’s left. Sure, Dru’s here. But she wasn’t in Sunnydale as long as we were. She wasn’t there but only a week or two in L.A. She didn’t form relationships with that version of our crew only to watch them sacrifice themselves for my mission.”
“You make it sound --” Spike started to say. “It wasn’t like that. Everyone in the team knew what they signed up for on some level. They knew it was a death wish going against the Senior Partners and they agreed to anyway. It was your mission that gave them a purpose.”
“It was my mission that got them killed,” Angel stated simply. “All I’m saying is that you’re stuck with me. I’m not going anywhere. Got nowhere to go and even if I did, I’d take you with me.”
“You’re such a ponce,” Spike scoffed, trying to cover up how much Angel’s words affected him.
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The bedroom was darkened by blankets over the windows, enveloping the room in pitch black. Drusilla was curled against Seeley, her face buried against the hollow of his neck. Booth lay there in a drowsy state, somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. His hand caressed her back, fingertips gliding over her smooth skin. She sighed softly near his ear and snuggled closer.
Seeley stretched out on his back, yawning. He opened his eyes to total darkness and closed them again, falling into that sleep state where he was too comfortable to wake up. It had been long time since he shared the bed with someone, the vampires’ visit notwithstanding.
Rebecca used to laze in bed with him in the beginning of their relationship. But then, she got pregnant with Parker and decided that she didn’t want to be with him. Thinking about it, it was a hell of a time to decide that you didn’t want to be with the person you created a life with. He was willing to do the right thing and marry her, and then the idea of a life with Rebecca was more appealing whether she was having his baby or not, but she didn’t agree with him.
It left him in the situation of absentee father, something he never wanted to be. He spent as much time with Parker as Rebecca would allow, making up for the loss. Be there for little league and T-ball, junior football, soccer. Whatever sport or activity Parker wanted to try, Booth tried to be there to support him. He didn’t want Parker to grow up thinking that he didn’t care.
“You’re thinking too much, makes you tense,” Drusilla said softly as she shifted against him. “It’s making me uncomfortable.”
Seeley squeezed her shoulders, hugging her against him. “Sorry sweetheart, just thinking about my son.”
“Little Booth with sunshine hair. Alexander the Great in shining armor,” Drusilla said.
“Alexander the Great huh,” Seeley mused. “Hopefully, Parker’s life is a lot less bloody.”
At the mention of blood, Drusilla nuzzled his neck. She sucked at the skin, worrying it with blunt teeth. He moved his hand up to wrap in her hair and gently tugged to get her to stop.
“Dru, honey,” Seeley choked. She purred and the sound went straight to his groin. “Dru, what would Angel say if you took a chunk out of me?”
“Don’t worry, Seeley-Daddy. He only said not to bite you. I’m not going to bite you, Booth.” Maybe it was better that she called him ‘Seeley-Daddy’, because ‘Booth’ sounded like dark sin rolling over her tongue. A groan rumbled in his chest when he felt her soft tongue lick a trail up his cheek and a kiss pressed to his temple.
That was it! A man can only take so much teasing. Angel be damned! Seeley couldn’t take anymore. He rolled Drusilla over onto her back, making her squeak at the suddenness. He pressed her into the mattress with his large frame and rained kisses over her face. She laced her fingers in his hair, scraping her nails lightly over his scalp.
Seeley reached down and slid his hand up her leg to the juncture of her thighs and teased her clit. Drusilla let out a small squeak and arched against him. Seeley watched her react to his ministrations. Her head arched back into the pillow when he slipped a couple of fingers inside her. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. He leaned over her and latched onto her exposed neck. He sucked and nipped at the skin, playfully growling. A giggle bubbled up from inside her as the sound vibrated against her neck.
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Outside in the living room, Spike and Angel had settled on watching a hockey game. Well, Angel had control of the remote and found something he wanted to watch. Spike just didn’t object strongly enough, so he was stuck with it.
Angel felt a niggling sensation and raised a brow at Spike, thinking the other vampire was playing with his siring mark out of boredom. When he saw that Spike was staring blankly at the TV, he reached over and tapped Spike on the shoulder.
“Are you doing that?”
“Am I doing what?” Spike asked with a sigh of disinterest.
When the feeling seemed to have stopped, Angel shrugged, “Maybe it’s nothing.”
Spike turned his head and gave his Sire a strange look. “What are you on about?”
“Nothing, just have a feeling that the connections are opening up.”
“Probably ’cause they are,” Spike commented nonchalantly. “Seeley’s been teasing Drusilla’s neck for the last ten minutes.”
“Huh, well at least I’m not crazy,” Angel shrugged.
Spike smirked and crawled across the overstuffed cushions to straddle Angel’s lap. The elder vampire made room for him. Angel watched with amusement as Spike made himself comfortable before abandoning the remote and resting his hands on his childe’s lean thighs.
“What are you up to?” Angel asked in mock seriousness.
“Why should we have our pleasure one at a time?” When he received a raised brow in answer, Spike went on. “We were waiting on Seeley to get up, and technically he’s not up yet. In fact, he’s busy with other things.”
“Uh-huh, you know you’re starting to sound like William with all the proper English terms,” Angel teased.
Spike leaned closer and pressed his lips against Angel’s mouth. After a moment, the dark vampire wrapped his arms around Spike’s waist as he opened to the kiss. His lips parted and his tongue slipped out to tease the younger vampire, causing him to moan. Spike grabbed the back of the couch behind Angel and used the leverage to rock and grind against him.
“Got to get your jeans off,” Angel mumbled into the kiss.
Spike moaned in response and rose up on his knees so that his Sire could open his jeans and tug them down over his hips. Spike wrapped his arms around Angel’s neck and pulled him down while he lay back on the couch. The dark vampire pushed the jeans down Spike’s legs until the blonde was able to toe his boots off and kick his legs free.
Spike stroked his own erection as he watched while his Sire stood up to remove his shoes and pants. Angel pulled his shirt off and then forced Spike to stop masturbating long enough to divest him of his shirts. Spike’s hand went back to his cock as he watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Angel crawled between his legs and licked the bead of liquid off the tip of his cock. Spike hissed and bucked his hips.
Angel looked up at his childe through dark lashes as he licked up to underside of the shaft, causing Spike to press his head into the pillows. He rose up over the younger vampire and attacked his exposed neck, growling against Spike’s neck as he rubbed their cocks together.
“Want you, need you,” Spike said in a moment of unguarded passion.
“Need you too,” was Angel’s husky reply.
The words sent a frisson of heat to Spike’s groin and he bucked up against his Sire. Angel lined his cock with Spike’s body and pushed into him. The blonde arched at the intrusion. He clutched at Angel’s shoulders and held on for dear life, burying his face in the curve of his Sire’s neck as the elder vampire started to move inside him.
The age-old saying that actions speak louder than words was true. Angel found that Spike's remaining and consistent devotion to him surprised him. He’d been with Spike since the younger vampire appeared in a whirlwind of dust in his high-rise office. They’d been in an exclusive relationship - for lack of a better term - since he gave Nina a one-way ticket out of the country. He promised to come for her after the war was over. But when the dust had settled, all that was left was Spike. He couldn’t fit into Nina’s life any more than she could fit into his.
A hundred and thirty years, human friends and lovers that had come and gone . . . Buffy, Darla as a human and vampire, Nina, Cordelia, and all there was left was his boy and his son.
Connor was at Stanford, had a human girlfriend who knew nothing of his past. The only thing she knew of Angel was that he had a small role in Connor’s life. Angel was content to let his son live the college life like a real boy while he sat on the sidelines and watched. He talked to Connor occasionally by phone, but for the most part, he left Connor alone to live his life as he once dreamed he would before Holtz stole him.
There was Booth and Parker, but the constant in his eternal existence was always Spike. The one that kept him grounded, his companion, his lover. All the years before, he had tried to stay away from the younger vampire, telling himself that they were better off without each other. In the end they were all they had.
Though it sounded like a line, he was not with Spike out of pity or obligation. They did not come together in a time of distress only to break up when it was over. If Angel were truthful with himself, he could admit that he needed Spike as much as Spike needed him.
Angel hugged Spike tighter as he pushed deeper. He tried to shake off the train of thought that his mind had taken and lose himself in the act. Spike's thighs clamped against Angel's hips, and as the sudden thrust jolted his body, he dragged his nails down Angel's back. Angel held him in a possessive grip, digging nails into flesh as he sank into Spike. Reaching between them, he moved Spike’s hand away and wrapped his fingers around his boy’s throbbing erection.
His forehead rested against Spike’s as he stroked his childe’s cock in time with his thrusts. Their mouths were inches apart, lips parted as they panted with exertion. When Spike moaned and keened, trying - unsuccessfully - to be quiet, Angel kissed him with bruising force, the possessiveness and passion of over a century coming forth as he pressed his lips urgently to his boy's mouth.
Spike wrenched free of the kiss and panted, “Fuck me, please.”
Angel had to close his eyes against the torrent of emotions rolling through him as he heard Spike beg. He never thought he’d see the day when his childe was near tears begging to be taken. Who was he to refuse? He hadn’t realized he’d stopped moving until he heard Spike’s voice.
“Angel? Why’d you stop?” Spike asked in a voice raspy with passion.
One minute his Sire was stroking and thrusting deeply and the next he’d stilled and broke the kiss. Spike looked up at Angel: his eyes closed, face tense with the strain to stay motionless. Spike moved his hand to run his fingertips over the prominent cheekbones that were once again visible since Angel lost weight after L.A. Angel was unresponsive for a moment, but then he leaned into Spike’s touch. He opened his eyes and stared down at his boy. The raw emotion Spike saw in Angel’s eyes was like piercing himself on jagged shards of glass.
“God, Angel,” Spike said in awe, swallowing hard.
“Spike, I--” Angel started to say in a voice so hoarse that he didn’t recognize as his.
“You don’t have to say it, pet. Just show me,” Spike replied in a near whisper.
Sitting up, Angel pulled Spike into his lap and thrust up as he pulled Spike down. His eyes never left Spike’s. Angel watched as the blue eyes dilated into a brilliant, dark color. Their lips met in a searing kiss as Angel held onto Spike, pulling him down when he lay back on the couch. Spike grabbed the armrest behind Angel’s head and used it for leverage to fuck back on Angel’s cock.
“More,” Spike rasped when Angel broke the kiss to lick and nip a trail down his neck.
Angel slid his hands up Spike’s back to curl around Spike’s shoulders and push his boy down on his erection more forcefully. Spike followed Angel’s rhythm, rocking back and forth on his shaft, crying out as softly as he could when Angel starting hitting his prostate just right.
When Spike tried to speak, Angel shushed him, “Shh, Will, you don’t have to say anything. Just feel it.”
Spike looked down at his Sire and saw everything Angel was trying to convey: raw passion, intense loyalty, devotion and something else that was far beyond the human definition of love. It made him wonder what Angel saw reflected back and if he accepted it for what it was. All they’d been through: the century of hate, mistrust, bickering, and fighting had led them to part ways and rediscover each other again, in L.A. and Vegas. He couldn’t credit Seeley for bringing them together like this, not entirely. It had always been there underneath the surface.
Spike came without the aide of Angel’s hand at that moment. The heightened senses and unadulterated emotion he saw in his Sire was enough to pull him over the edge. Spike’s orgasm set off Angel’s and he witnessed that completion in a way he never saw before. He slid down to lay on Angel’s chest. The dark vampire’s arms going around him as his Sire’s cock softened and slipped out of him.
“That was intense,” Spike acknowledged.
“Do you believe me now?”
Spike nodded against Angel’s chest. Angel glided his fingers over Spike’s back as they lay there content until the next catastrophe happened. After a few quiet moments, Angel glanced at the clock. It was 7 p.m. Sundown had been a while ago. As much as Angel wanted to stay as he was with Spike, it was time to hunt down the chasm demon’s master.
They reluctantly sat up and got dressed; their afterglow cut short for work. After buttoning his jeans, leaving his shirttail loose and shrugging his jacket on, Angel went to Booth’s bedroom and knocked on the door.
“Booth, let’s go! Time to go hunting,” Angel yelled through the wood panel before he rejoined Spike in the living room.
Several minutes and a few stolen kisses later, Booth and Drusilla stumbled into the room fully clothed. Angel gave them a measuring glance, his lips thinned in an expression of disapproval. Drusilla’s hair was mussed and Booth’s hair was sticking up in a mockery of Angel’s hairstyle. Booth hadn’t noticed the censuring look yet as he was busy tucking in his shirt and lacing up his shoes.
“Drusilla, you bad girl,” Spike smirked as he crossed the room to her. Taking her hand, he led her to a dining room chair and went to retrieve a brush. “Been playing with Booth, I see,” he mused when he returned and started brushing her hair back into place.
“You were busy with daddy and Seeley seemed so lonely,” Drusilla pouted.
“He was supposed to be sleeping, pet,” Spike chuckled as he continued his ministrations.
“He was asleep. I didn’t wake him. The pixies said if I was really, really quiet, I could sneak in and lay down. When I got there he snuggled against me, and then it became so loud. Seeley-Daddy was thinking of Little Booth,” Drusilla said in her little girl voice.
“And how did the topic get around to his cock finding its way inside you?” Spike teased.
Drusilla turned her head as much as Spike’s brush would allow and gave him a Cheshire grin.
“Stop teasing Booth like that, little minx. He’s only human. You should be more careful. You and I both know full well what he’s like around you. You shouldn’t exploit that too much, luv,” Spike said. It felt strange that he was giving her a talk about not taking advantage of the affect she had on men. He did it with men and women all the time . . . when he was evil. He still did it with women now.
Back in the living room, Angel sat in a chair watching Booth get ready to go out with them. He’d moved from tying his shoes to opening the closet that housed his cache of weapons.
“What did Cassidy say this Master guy was like? Can we kill him with bullets or a crossbow? I’d say a hatchet, but it’s not like I keep one around,” Booth said as he held out two of his options.
“I think we need to have another talk . . . about you and Dru,” Angel said gravely.
“Me and Dru, what?” Booth asked innocently, still holding up both weapons.
“I know she’s hard to resist when she wants to be, but you can’t fall in love with her. Love her, but not be in love with her. You can’t trust her, not around your son or yourself. She doesn’t have a soul. I don’t even know why she hasn’t gone against me and tried to off you or someone else. All I can think of is that she likes you. You were alone with her in there. I’m not begrudging you a sex life with us . . . or someone else, but Spike and I were pre-occupied. I felt you open the connection between us when you teased her neck. But, with us as busy as we were, had she done anything beyond fucking you, we may not have been able to stop her,” Angel said solemnly.
Booth lowered his arms and gave Angel a look that said he was being chastised for bringing a girl into the house. “I was careful Angel. She didn’t even break skin when she scratched my back.” He raised his face to the ceiling and exposed his neck. “See, no marks other than the claims you put on me last time.”
“Being an FBI agent, I’m sure you know that you can never let your guard down. Not with her. She’s my childe and I love her dearly, but if she ever bit you to kill or got carried away . . . I burned her before because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I would hate to have to send her away or, in the event of your death, need to kill her,” Angel said sadly.
Booth’s face paled at that. “You can’t do that! She didn’t do anything wrong, Angel. I was careful and it was all very safe. She didn’t even shift to her demon.” When Angel nodded his agreement, Booth put his weapons back and stood in front of Angel. “Promise me you won’t kill her for any reason.”
“What happens if she meets Parker and tries to kill him? What then? Should I be lenient when you’re crouched over his broken body and burying him because she went after him?” Angel asked.
“I know she’s evil and soulless, I know that. That’s why I called ahead when I brought Parker here to meet you. You think I’m blind? I’ve been very careful around her. I’m being rational. I know there’s no relationship with her outside of what’s happening right now,” Booth stressed.
“I just worry about you, Seeley. I know what Dru’s like. She has the ability to thrall . . .” Angel started to say.
“She didn’t thrall me,” Booth cut in.
“I know her affect on men. You can’t get sucked into that,” Angel went on.
“Angel, I assure you, she hasn’t done anything. Now, can we please go hunting and end this case?” Booth asked with a raised brow.
Angel nodded and got to his feet. After collecting weapons, he tossed Booth’s jacket to him and they met Spike and Drusilla in the entryway.
“Ready?” Spike asked.
Angel opened the door and they walked out of the apartment with Booth trailing behind to shut and lock the door.
By Tami (tabrandt @ hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: The characters from ATS / BTVS are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox studios. This story is not meant to infringe upon anyone's rights, only to entertain.
BETA: Myself, lexa4227
Rating - NC-17
Pairing - Slash, multiple-partner sex (Spike/Angel(us)/Seeley Booth/Drusilla)
Timeline - Pre-Bones/Post-ATS Season 5, 2-3 months after the events of COMING FULL CIRCLE
Summary - Two-Three months after the events of COMING FULL CIRCLE. Angel, Spike and Dru go to Washington, DC when Drusilla starts having dark visions of Seeley Booth's new case that lead her to believe that Seeley is the one in danger. Sequel to ON THE OTHER SIDE OF FATE and COMING FULL CIRCLE.
Feedback - It would be appreciated. My plot bunny has been lagging lately.
Author's Note - This story takes place before BONES series and after an AU NOT FADE AWAY.
WARNINGS: slash and multiple-partner sex, dark themes, possible minor character death, depending on Angel, Seeley and Spike's mood.
Word Count: 4,134
Previous Chapters
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Chapter 10
Washington, D.C., Seeley Booth’s Apartment
The last bit of sun tried to break through the curtains in the living room. The clock near the TV read 5 p.m. Booth had been asleep for the last few hours. Drusilla disappeared a while ago. Angel found her in bed with Booth wrapped around her, both asleep. His girl was easily bored and hated being confined to the apartment. Those months she was ill in Sunnydale must have been hell for her. Now, it was just Angel and Spike in the living room staring at the TV waiting for the sun to go down.
“Do you think we’ll still be together in a year or even in a hundred years?”
Angel’s brows furrowed in confusion at the question. It didn’t surprise him anymore. Spike had asked similar questions every now and then since the War with the Senior Partners. A war that hadn’t ended, exactly, there was more of a lull in aggressive fighting. Angel hadn’t stepped on Wolfram & Hart’s toes in the time he’d lived in Las Vegas, so they’d left him and his team alone . . . for the most part. There was the occasional battle that shook things up, but nothing that matched what occurred on that last night in Los Angeles.
“I have nowhere else to be,” Angel said distractedly. A pillow was thrown at him from the other side of the couch.
“That’s not what I meant. I meant . . .” Spike sighed. “If you hadn’t needed me to lean on after what happened in L.A, we would have gone our separate ways. You would have gone off into the sunset or moonlight, whatever, and left me to myself.”
Angel turned his head and gave Spike a strange look as if the blonde was speaking a different language.
“You think I would leave you again? Where did you get that idea?”
“Well, it’s not like we’re getting any younger and you have Booth and his son as biological family now.”
“Booth and Parker? What do they have to do with us?” Angel asked still confused.
“Forget it,” Spike huffed.
“You brought it up,” Angel said offhandedly. Spike scowled at the television. “What are you getting at, Spike?”
The blonde vampire ignored him and watched the television screen with renewed interest. Angel reached over and shifted Spike’s head by his fingers under the chin to look at him.
“Seeley and Parker cannot have a permanent focus in my life,” Angel said and then more quietly, “Especially not Parker. The boy needs to have a normal life. I can’t offer anything remotely normal.”
“So that’s why you’re still with me? Because it’s what’s best for Seeley and Parker, not for you?” Spike asked his brows furrowed.
“No,” Angel sighed in agitation. “Being in Las Vegas is what’s best for me. Fighting the darkness, saving people, helping those who face what they don’t understand. Seeley faces the human element and the evil they can do. I face demons . . . with you.”
“Still trying to earn your redemption?” Spike asked with a raised brow.
“No, if I haven’t earned a Shanshu by now then I never will. Don’t you see, Spike? Booth is my redemption. He’s human. Where Connor was stolen from me, Seeley can raise Parker. He can give him the life I could never give my son.”
Angel slid closer until he had the blonde vampire trapped against the armrest of the couch. He grabbed Spike’s chin so that he was forced to look at him and see the truth in his eyes. Angel wanted to put Sunnydale and Los Angeles behind him once and for all. That meant compelling Spike to face some truths.
“Booth may take priority right now, but he doesn’t take precedence over my life. You do. You and I are all that’s left. Sure, Dru’s here. But she wasn’t in Sunnydale as long as we were. She wasn’t there but only a week or two in L.A. She didn’t form relationships with that version of our crew only to watch them sacrifice themselves for my mission.”
“You make it sound --” Spike started to say. “It wasn’t like that. Everyone in the team knew what they signed up for on some level. They knew it was a death wish going against the Senior Partners and they agreed to anyway. It was your mission that gave them a purpose.”
“It was my mission that got them killed,” Angel stated simply. “All I’m saying is that you’re stuck with me. I’m not going anywhere. Got nowhere to go and even if I did, I’d take you with me.”
“You’re such a ponce,” Spike scoffed, trying to cover up how much Angel’s words affected him.
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The bedroom was darkened by blankets over the windows, enveloping the room in pitch black. Drusilla was curled against Seeley, her face buried against the hollow of his neck. Booth lay there in a drowsy state, somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. His hand caressed her back, fingertips gliding over her smooth skin. She sighed softly near his ear and snuggled closer.
Seeley stretched out on his back, yawning. He opened his eyes to total darkness and closed them again, falling into that sleep state where he was too comfortable to wake up. It had been long time since he shared the bed with someone, the vampires’ visit notwithstanding.
Rebecca used to laze in bed with him in the beginning of their relationship. But then, she got pregnant with Parker and decided that she didn’t want to be with him. Thinking about it, it was a hell of a time to decide that you didn’t want to be with the person you created a life with. He was willing to do the right thing and marry her, and then the idea of a life with Rebecca was more appealing whether she was having his baby or not, but she didn’t agree with him.
It left him in the situation of absentee father, something he never wanted to be. He spent as much time with Parker as Rebecca would allow, making up for the loss. Be there for little league and T-ball, junior football, soccer. Whatever sport or activity Parker wanted to try, Booth tried to be there to support him. He didn’t want Parker to grow up thinking that he didn’t care.
“You’re thinking too much, makes you tense,” Drusilla said softly as she shifted against him. “It’s making me uncomfortable.”
Seeley squeezed her shoulders, hugging her against him. “Sorry sweetheart, just thinking about my son.”
“Little Booth with sunshine hair. Alexander the Great in shining armor,” Drusilla said.
“Alexander the Great huh,” Seeley mused. “Hopefully, Parker’s life is a lot less bloody.”
At the mention of blood, Drusilla nuzzled his neck. She sucked at the skin, worrying it with blunt teeth. He moved his hand up to wrap in her hair and gently tugged to get her to stop.
“Dru, honey,” Seeley choked. She purred and the sound went straight to his groin. “Dru, what would Angel say if you took a chunk out of me?”
“Don’t worry, Seeley-Daddy. He only said not to bite you. I’m not going to bite you, Booth.” Maybe it was better that she called him ‘Seeley-Daddy’, because ‘Booth’ sounded like dark sin rolling over her tongue. A groan rumbled in his chest when he felt her soft tongue lick a trail up his cheek and a kiss pressed to his temple.
That was it! A man can only take so much teasing. Angel be damned! Seeley couldn’t take anymore. He rolled Drusilla over onto her back, making her squeak at the suddenness. He pressed her into the mattress with his large frame and rained kisses over her face. She laced her fingers in his hair, scraping her nails lightly over his scalp.
Seeley reached down and slid his hand up her leg to the juncture of her thighs and teased her clit. Drusilla let out a small squeak and arched against him. Seeley watched her react to his ministrations. Her head arched back into the pillow when he slipped a couple of fingers inside her. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. He leaned over her and latched onto her exposed neck. He sucked and nipped at the skin, playfully growling. A giggle bubbled up from inside her as the sound vibrated against her neck.
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Outside in the living room, Spike and Angel had settled on watching a hockey game. Well, Angel had control of the remote and found something he wanted to watch. Spike just didn’t object strongly enough, so he was stuck with it.
Angel felt a niggling sensation and raised a brow at Spike, thinking the other vampire was playing with his siring mark out of boredom. When he saw that Spike was staring blankly at the TV, he reached over and tapped Spike on the shoulder.
“Are you doing that?”
“Am I doing what?” Spike asked with a sigh of disinterest.
When the feeling seemed to have stopped, Angel shrugged, “Maybe it’s nothing.”
Spike turned his head and gave his Sire a strange look. “What are you on about?”
“Nothing, just have a feeling that the connections are opening up.”
“Probably ’cause they are,” Spike commented nonchalantly. “Seeley’s been teasing Drusilla’s neck for the last ten minutes.”
“Huh, well at least I’m not crazy,” Angel shrugged.
Spike smirked and crawled across the overstuffed cushions to straddle Angel’s lap. The elder vampire made room for him. Angel watched with amusement as Spike made himself comfortable before abandoning the remote and resting his hands on his childe’s lean thighs.
“What are you up to?” Angel asked in mock seriousness.
“Why should we have our pleasure one at a time?” When he received a raised brow in answer, Spike went on. “We were waiting on Seeley to get up, and technically he’s not up yet. In fact, he’s busy with other things.”
“Uh-huh, you know you’re starting to sound like William with all the proper English terms,” Angel teased.
Spike leaned closer and pressed his lips against Angel’s mouth. After a moment, the dark vampire wrapped his arms around Spike’s waist as he opened to the kiss. His lips parted and his tongue slipped out to tease the younger vampire, causing him to moan. Spike grabbed the back of the couch behind Angel and used the leverage to rock and grind against him.
“Got to get your jeans off,” Angel mumbled into the kiss.
Spike moaned in response and rose up on his knees so that his Sire could open his jeans and tug them down over his hips. Spike wrapped his arms around Angel’s neck and pulled him down while he lay back on the couch. The dark vampire pushed the jeans down Spike’s legs until the blonde was able to toe his boots off and kick his legs free.
Spike stroked his own erection as he watched while his Sire stood up to remove his shoes and pants. Angel pulled his shirt off and then forced Spike to stop masturbating long enough to divest him of his shirts. Spike’s hand went back to his cock as he watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Angel crawled between his legs and licked the bead of liquid off the tip of his cock. Spike hissed and bucked his hips.
Angel looked up at his childe through dark lashes as he licked up to underside of the shaft, causing Spike to press his head into the pillows. He rose up over the younger vampire and attacked his exposed neck, growling against Spike’s neck as he rubbed their cocks together.
“Want you, need you,” Spike said in a moment of unguarded passion.
“Need you too,” was Angel’s husky reply.
The words sent a frisson of heat to Spike’s groin and he bucked up against his Sire. Angel lined his cock with Spike’s body and pushed into him. The blonde arched at the intrusion. He clutched at Angel’s shoulders and held on for dear life, burying his face in the curve of his Sire’s neck as the elder vampire started to move inside him.
The age-old saying that actions speak louder than words was true. Angel found that Spike's remaining and consistent devotion to him surprised him. He’d been with Spike since the younger vampire appeared in a whirlwind of dust in his high-rise office. They’d been in an exclusive relationship - for lack of a better term - since he gave Nina a one-way ticket out of the country. He promised to come for her after the war was over. But when the dust had settled, all that was left was Spike. He couldn’t fit into Nina’s life any more than she could fit into his.
A hundred and thirty years, human friends and lovers that had come and gone . . . Buffy, Darla as a human and vampire, Nina, Cordelia, and all there was left was his boy and his son.
Connor was at Stanford, had a human girlfriend who knew nothing of his past. The only thing she knew of Angel was that he had a small role in Connor’s life. Angel was content to let his son live the college life like a real boy while he sat on the sidelines and watched. He talked to Connor occasionally by phone, but for the most part, he left Connor alone to live his life as he once dreamed he would before Holtz stole him.
There was Booth and Parker, but the constant in his eternal existence was always Spike. The one that kept him grounded, his companion, his lover. All the years before, he had tried to stay away from the younger vampire, telling himself that they were better off without each other. In the end they were all they had.
Though it sounded like a line, he was not with Spike out of pity or obligation. They did not come together in a time of distress only to break up when it was over. If Angel were truthful with himself, he could admit that he needed Spike as much as Spike needed him.
Angel hugged Spike tighter as he pushed deeper. He tried to shake off the train of thought that his mind had taken and lose himself in the act. Spike's thighs clamped against Angel's hips, and as the sudden thrust jolted his body, he dragged his nails down Angel's back. Angel held him in a possessive grip, digging nails into flesh as he sank into Spike. Reaching between them, he moved Spike’s hand away and wrapped his fingers around his boy’s throbbing erection.
His forehead rested against Spike’s as he stroked his childe’s cock in time with his thrusts. Their mouths were inches apart, lips parted as they panted with exertion. When Spike moaned and keened, trying - unsuccessfully - to be quiet, Angel kissed him with bruising force, the possessiveness and passion of over a century coming forth as he pressed his lips urgently to his boy's mouth.
Spike wrenched free of the kiss and panted, “Fuck me, please.”
Angel had to close his eyes against the torrent of emotions rolling through him as he heard Spike beg. He never thought he’d see the day when his childe was near tears begging to be taken. Who was he to refuse? He hadn’t realized he’d stopped moving until he heard Spike’s voice.
“Angel? Why’d you stop?” Spike asked in a voice raspy with passion.
One minute his Sire was stroking and thrusting deeply and the next he’d stilled and broke the kiss. Spike looked up at Angel: his eyes closed, face tense with the strain to stay motionless. Spike moved his hand to run his fingertips over the prominent cheekbones that were once again visible since Angel lost weight after L.A. Angel was unresponsive for a moment, but then he leaned into Spike’s touch. He opened his eyes and stared down at his boy. The raw emotion Spike saw in Angel’s eyes was like piercing himself on jagged shards of glass.
“God, Angel,” Spike said in awe, swallowing hard.
“Spike, I--” Angel started to say in a voice so hoarse that he didn’t recognize as his.
“You don’t have to say it, pet. Just show me,” Spike replied in a near whisper.
Sitting up, Angel pulled Spike into his lap and thrust up as he pulled Spike down. His eyes never left Spike’s. Angel watched as the blue eyes dilated into a brilliant, dark color. Their lips met in a searing kiss as Angel held onto Spike, pulling him down when he lay back on the couch. Spike grabbed the armrest behind Angel’s head and used it for leverage to fuck back on Angel’s cock.
“More,” Spike rasped when Angel broke the kiss to lick and nip a trail down his neck.
Angel slid his hands up Spike’s back to curl around Spike’s shoulders and push his boy down on his erection more forcefully. Spike followed Angel’s rhythm, rocking back and forth on his shaft, crying out as softly as he could when Angel starting hitting his prostate just right.
When Spike tried to speak, Angel shushed him, “Shh, Will, you don’t have to say anything. Just feel it.”
Spike looked down at his Sire and saw everything Angel was trying to convey: raw passion, intense loyalty, devotion and something else that was far beyond the human definition of love. It made him wonder what Angel saw reflected back and if he accepted it for what it was. All they’d been through: the century of hate, mistrust, bickering, and fighting had led them to part ways and rediscover each other again, in L.A. and Vegas. He couldn’t credit Seeley for bringing them together like this, not entirely. It had always been there underneath the surface.
Spike came without the aide of Angel’s hand at that moment. The heightened senses and unadulterated emotion he saw in his Sire was enough to pull him over the edge. Spike’s orgasm set off Angel’s and he witnessed that completion in a way he never saw before. He slid down to lay on Angel’s chest. The dark vampire’s arms going around him as his Sire’s cock softened and slipped out of him.
“That was intense,” Spike acknowledged.
“Do you believe me now?”
Spike nodded against Angel’s chest. Angel glided his fingers over Spike’s back as they lay there content until the next catastrophe happened. After a few quiet moments, Angel glanced at the clock. It was 7 p.m. Sundown had been a while ago. As much as Angel wanted to stay as he was with Spike, it was time to hunt down the chasm demon’s master.
They reluctantly sat up and got dressed; their afterglow cut short for work. After buttoning his jeans, leaving his shirttail loose and shrugging his jacket on, Angel went to Booth’s bedroom and knocked on the door.
“Booth, let’s go! Time to go hunting,” Angel yelled through the wood panel before he rejoined Spike in the living room.
Several minutes and a few stolen kisses later, Booth and Drusilla stumbled into the room fully clothed. Angel gave them a measuring glance, his lips thinned in an expression of disapproval. Drusilla’s hair was mussed and Booth’s hair was sticking up in a mockery of Angel’s hairstyle. Booth hadn’t noticed the censuring look yet as he was busy tucking in his shirt and lacing up his shoes.
“Drusilla, you bad girl,” Spike smirked as he crossed the room to her. Taking her hand, he led her to a dining room chair and went to retrieve a brush. “Been playing with Booth, I see,” he mused when he returned and started brushing her hair back into place.
“You were busy with daddy and Seeley seemed so lonely,” Drusilla pouted.
“He was supposed to be sleeping, pet,” Spike chuckled as he continued his ministrations.
“He was asleep. I didn’t wake him. The pixies said if I was really, really quiet, I could sneak in and lay down. When I got there he snuggled against me, and then it became so loud. Seeley-Daddy was thinking of Little Booth,” Drusilla said in her little girl voice.
“And how did the topic get around to his cock finding its way inside you?” Spike teased.
Drusilla turned her head as much as Spike’s brush would allow and gave him a Cheshire grin.
“Stop teasing Booth like that, little minx. He’s only human. You should be more careful. You and I both know full well what he’s like around you. You shouldn’t exploit that too much, luv,” Spike said. It felt strange that he was giving her a talk about not taking advantage of the affect she had on men. He did it with men and women all the time . . . when he was evil. He still did it with women now.
Back in the living room, Angel sat in a chair watching Booth get ready to go out with them. He’d moved from tying his shoes to opening the closet that housed his cache of weapons.
“What did Cassidy say this Master guy was like? Can we kill him with bullets or a crossbow? I’d say a hatchet, but it’s not like I keep one around,” Booth said as he held out two of his options.
“I think we need to have another talk . . . about you and Dru,” Angel said gravely.
“Me and Dru, what?” Booth asked innocently, still holding up both weapons.
“I know she’s hard to resist when she wants to be, but you can’t fall in love with her. Love her, but not be in love with her. You can’t trust her, not around your son or yourself. She doesn’t have a soul. I don’t even know why she hasn’t gone against me and tried to off you or someone else. All I can think of is that she likes you. You were alone with her in there. I’m not begrudging you a sex life with us . . . or someone else, but Spike and I were pre-occupied. I felt you open the connection between us when you teased her neck. But, with us as busy as we were, had she done anything beyond fucking you, we may not have been able to stop her,” Angel said solemnly.
Booth lowered his arms and gave Angel a look that said he was being chastised for bringing a girl into the house. “I was careful Angel. She didn’t even break skin when she scratched my back.” He raised his face to the ceiling and exposed his neck. “See, no marks other than the claims you put on me last time.”
“Being an FBI agent, I’m sure you know that you can never let your guard down. Not with her. She’s my childe and I love her dearly, but if she ever bit you to kill or got carried away . . . I burned her before because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I would hate to have to send her away or, in the event of your death, need to kill her,” Angel said sadly.
Booth’s face paled at that. “You can’t do that! She didn’t do anything wrong, Angel. I was careful and it was all very safe. She didn’t even shift to her demon.” When Angel nodded his agreement, Booth put his weapons back and stood in front of Angel. “Promise me you won’t kill her for any reason.”
“What happens if she meets Parker and tries to kill him? What then? Should I be lenient when you’re crouched over his broken body and burying him because she went after him?” Angel asked.
“I know she’s evil and soulless, I know that. That’s why I called ahead when I brought Parker here to meet you. You think I’m blind? I’ve been very careful around her. I’m being rational. I know there’s no relationship with her outside of what’s happening right now,” Booth stressed.
“I just worry about you, Seeley. I know what Dru’s like. She has the ability to thrall . . .” Angel started to say.
“She didn’t thrall me,” Booth cut in.
“I know her affect on men. You can’t get sucked into that,” Angel went on.
“Angel, I assure you, she hasn’t done anything. Now, can we please go hunting and end this case?” Booth asked with a raised brow.
Angel nodded and got to his feet. After collecting weapons, he tossed Booth’s jacket to him and they met Spike and Drusilla in the entryway.
“Ready?” Spike asked.
Angel opened the door and they walked out of the apartment with Booth trailing behind to shut and lock the door.