Illative (A Spangel A~Z Ficlet)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: M (ish)
Pairing: Spangel (past Spangelus)
Word Count: 486
Warnings: implied smut, stream of consciousness, relationship/character study
Summary: Illative ~ Indicating movement into or toward.
They’ve been heading towards this moment for lifetimes, sometimes at a speed too fast to notice, sometimes at a pace they thought the moment would never come. The long-awaited convergence of Fate’s machinations that led them to this single point in time. From demons disguised as aristocracy with pretty faces and modest women with false names to parties and alleyways and promises of effulgence. From shared beds and lovers and warm bodies to shared hearts and hopes and fears and souls. Across centuries and continents, oceans and cities, always winding up back in each other’s orbits without knowing why or how.
From the choosing of a dying prostitute to carry on a regal lineage and a vengeance demon causing an abrupt departure from the safety of numbers into an empty alley, the universe has led them here. To this room thirty stories above a city full of humans in need of protection from the creatures that stalk the night, creatures all too much like them, and wholly different at once. Choices, those they made, and those made for them, each one a step towards now. Blue eyes boring into brown, so wide with emotion they could almost glimpse their ever-elusive reflections within them.
Through submarines and Hellmouths, hot pokers and blunt instruments and crosses that burned them both, they had fought for so long. Fought against each other in a vain attempt to change their course, to throw a wrench into the cogs that drove them endlessly into the other’s presence. Neither one ever able to bring themselves to end it in the most final way, neither one wanting to see the other reduced to dust no matter how loudly they roared their feigned hatred into the air.
Lips brushed softly against each other in a way they haven’t done in far too long. Tenderness they have denied each other for decades as they attempted to fight against whatever nameless entity brought them into each path time and again, finally shown. Hands that so recently sought to bring pain upon the other in hopes of relieving their own now caressed, fingers tracing lightly over sharp cheekbones and bulging muscles so long admired and so long resisted. Fangs scrape teasingly across skin as they tumble to the bed, a tongue flicking into the hollow of a throat, groins thrusting to meet each other.
They move slower now, finally dictating their own pace as they take their time to reacquaint themselves with the body they’ve missed more than the sun. Each needing the other to feel how desperately they’ve needed this again, this closeness, this entwining of limbs as they search out favored spots they’ve never forgotten. Hours, days, years, could pass as they sink into each other and go unnoticed. So much time spent fighting against the forces that drove them together, they could only hope that they had enough time left to make up for it.