Fic: Thanks with Tears, Angel/Willow/Spike, 10/50
Chapter 10
As the angry vampire ran shot up the stairs to the safety of his room, Angel stood in shock, watching him go. Finally, all the strength drained out of him and he collapsed back into his seat. Before he knew it, he had a lapful of redheaded witch determined to comfort him.
“Shhh, Angel,” she whispered. “It’s alright. He’s just angry right now. You know he didn’t mean all those things.”
“Yes he did,” Angel whispered, the words nearly scratching his voice as they immerged. “You heard him. He’s been thinking about this for a while. He hates me.”
“He doesn’t hate you, Angel,” the redhead whispered into his soft, sable hair. “He needs you. You need to do something to show him that you don’t hate him. You have to talk to him.”
“I can’t,” he said, defeated. For the first time in a very long while, he felt dead inside - his heart seemingly cold and empty. “I just can’t.”
“Angel,” Willow said forcefully as she grabbed the vampire’s face and wrenched his face up to look her in the eyes. “If you are his Sire, then you have to be the one to fix this. He needs you and by the way you are acting, it seems like you need him too.”
“I don’t know how to fix this,” Angel complained. He never felt so confused.
“If he doesn’t think that you are his Sire anymore, maybe you have to do something to show him that you are his Sire,” the redhead whispered staring into his chocolate eyes.
“Yeah,” he conceded quietly, an idea slowly taking form in his mind. “I think there is something I can do to make him see that I am his Sire.” He took a deep breath to calm his frazzled nerves as he prepared to face Spike. “Thank you Willow,” he whispered as leaned forward placed a chaste kiss on her tender lips.
They stared at each other for a long moment, both shocked at the tender kiss.
After the surprise of the kiss wore off, Willow stood up and let Angel stand. He rubbed her shoulders for a moment before turning to walk upstairs, to go and reclaim the childe he had abandoned so many times.
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Angel stood before the door to Spike's room, listening to the music blaring from inside. He shook his head. Spike had always turned to music to help express his emotions. It was one of his familiar outlets. That was one thing that had always amazed him about his childe. He was so emotional, so different from all other vampires. Maybe that’s why he loved him so much.
Angel shook his head, stunned at the epiphany he'd just made. This was something to be dealt with later. Right now, he needed to take care of Spike.
He tried the door and realized that this time, Spike had actually locked him out. That didn’t matter though; Angel had a master key that opened every room in the hotel. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the key ring. Slipping the key in the lock, Angel opened the door and silently slipped into the dark room.
He looked around and was surprised to find he couldn’t find Spike. After reaching out through their weak bond, he realized Spike was in the bathroom. As he leaned against the door for a moment to collect his emotions, he listened to the song Spike was playing.
It was tender and mournful - just listening to it hurt the older vampire's heart.
He caught snatches of lyrics, marveling at how his Childe always found the right words - even if they were awful, they were still right somehow. He inhaled and smelt the tears coming from the bathroom. Spike was crying.
The dark-haired vampire sighed as the last strains of the song died away before the player clicking over to repeat. He wondered if he would be able to do what he thought was necessary to have Spike back in his life. He leaned his head back to collect his thoughts and banged it on the door. He took a deep breath to calm himself when he smelled it - blood. Spike’s blood was heavy in the air.
“Spike!” he cried as he burst into the bathroom. He was surprised to find his childe in the bathtub and a dagger in his hand. Spike had removed his shirt and had made several long, shallow cuts on his arms and chest. The scarlet streams trickled from the wounds, down the pale flesh and towards the tub’s drain in small red rivers.
Angel threw himself down next to the tub and grabbed Spike by the shoulders and yelled at him, “Spike! What are you doing?” He waited for a response but all he heard was Spike continuously chanting, “Not my Sire…not my Sire…not my Sire.”
No matter what he did, Angel couldn’t get Spike to look at him or even acknowledge his presence. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer. Quickly he reached down, yanked the dagger out of Spike's hand, swept the incoherent vampire up into his arms and pulled him out of the tub. He had to get through to Spike somehow.
As he passed the CD player, Angel hit the off switch and rushed out the door. He swiftly lead them to the door to his suite and threw the door open. He quickly moved through the sitting room and into his bedroom. He laid Spike down on his bed and looked at the damage the man had caused. He was comforted to see that Spike hadn’t damaged himself too badly. The cuts were shallow but long and they were still weeping blood.
Knowing what he needed to do to stop the bleeding; Angel leaned over the blond vampire's prone form and began to softly lick at the self-inflicted wounds. As he licked each cut closed, he could hear the moaning coming from the body beneath him. Angel sighed as he realized that Spike hadn’t lost too much blood. The smaller vampire didn’t have much to lose in the first place, but at least the amount he lost wouldn’t be enough to damage him.
Once all of Spike’s wounds were closed, Angel looked down at the motionless form. He leaned over the body spread out over his bed and prepared to wake him.
“William,” he whispered in an almost forgotten Irish brogue. “William, me boy. It’s time to wake.”
Slowly, Spike’s eyes fluttered open and looked into Angel’s chocolate eyes. He looked confused. He looked like hewas going to say something, but Angel stopped him with a gentle finger against his lips.
“Shhh, William,” he whispered. “Ye know what ye are now, boy?”
Spike slowly nodded. That was exactly what Angelus had said to William when he brought the young vampire home after he rose from the ground.
“Do ye know who I am?” Angel whispered trailing his nose around Spike’s head and face, relearning his scent.
Again, Spike only nodded.
“You’ll be calling me…Angel.” He had almost said Angelus, but he didn’t want Spike calling him that. This was a whole new start for them and he wanted Spike to acknowledge him, not Angelus.
Angel felt as if he were suddenly back in time. He remembered the night William had risen from his grave and Angelus had brought him home. He had smelled of damp earth and old blood. But now, Spike smelled of pain and misery.
“I’m yer Sire, me boy,” he continued as he let his fingertip graze lightly over the slowly healing, exposed chest. “My childe, Druscilla found you, but now, I’ll be claiming ya and makin’ ya mine.”
Spike’s eyes got wide at the words.
“Are you payin’ attention, boy?” Angel questioned.
Spike nodded again, his eyes never leaving Angel's face.
Slowly, Angel leaned down and began to lick the younger man’s small nipples. Spike moaned at the feeling. Angel’s tongue was rough and caused the flesh to pucker into tight buds. Feeling the responsive nubs pebbling in his mouth, Angel bit gently with blunt teeth.
“Yes,” Spike hissed through clenched teeth and reached up to grab the dark hair in front of him.
Angel chuckled as he reached up and removed the pale fingers from his hair and forced Spike’s arms back down to the bed. “No touching yet, me boy,” Angel whispered against the pale flesh as he continued his exploration of Spike’s body.
He slowly licked and nipped from the hard nipples down towards the soft dip of the man’s navel. Angel flicked his tongue swiftly down into the pit and nibbled lightly. Angel had almost forgotten how much he liked navels. It was almost like a fetish for him. He purred softly at the feel of the dip beneath his tongue.
Angel knew that Spike wouldn’t be able to take much more of this kind of torture, if his memory served him correctly. So, before he continued, he quickly removed himself from the bed and stood beside it, staring down at the prone form lying before him. It took Spike a few moments to notice Angel's absence, but slowly he opened his eyes to look at the man staring at him.
“Ya like what ye see?” Angel asked with a smirk on Spike's stunning face.
Spike nodded, his face practically pleading for what they both knew was next.
“Undress me.”
The command was simple and direct. Angel knew there was no way he could deny him, and the younger vampire knelt quickly on the bed and reached for the buttons on Angel’s shirt.
Deftly, he opened all the buttons and slid the shirt from Angel’s shoulders. Next, he tugged the undershirt from his trousers and pulled it over his head. He made quick work of the belt and the front of Angel’s trousers. He pulled the dark wool down, but seemed to quickly notice that Angel still wore his shoes, so Spike scurried off the bed to kneel at the other vampire’s feet. He pushed at Angel’s hips, indicating that he should sit down so Spike could finish undressing him.
Once Spike had removed the shoes and socks, he reached up and pulled the trousers and silk boxers from the strong muscular legs of the man in front of him.
Completely naked, Angel stood and reached out his hand to the man kneeling before him. Spike took the offered hand and slowly stood before the taller man.
“Strip” Angel commanded.
Without question, Spike’s jeans quickly fell away, joining Angel’s clothes scattered on the floor. Both men now naked, stared at each other for a moment. Spike looked conflicted - as if he might run away at the slightest provocation, but all thoughts of fleeing were quickly pushed aside when Angel quickly reached out and grabbed him by the head and kissed him with more passion than either of them thought possible.
Angel was lost in the kiss. It had been much too long since he had this connection with his Childe. He'd never realized how much he missed it until that moment. He devoured Spike's mouth, teasing the other vampire with his tongue, enjoying the taste he had almost forgotten.
Angel pulled away suddenly and looking into the azure blue eyes that were flecked with gold. “Yer going to be mine, boy,” he whispered huskily. “On the bed.”
Spike complied without question, placing himself on the bed on his hands and knees, just begging for Angel to join him.
“Beautiful,” Angel whispered as he admired the amazing body before him. He reached over and slowly began to caress his childe’s tight, pale buttocks. “So lovely, me boy.” Angel leaned over and, as he gently parted the pale cheeks, placed a delicate kiss on Spike’s tight, puckered hole.
Spike moaned loudly at the feeling of his Sire’s lips him, arching his back and thrusting his hips back against Angel's face. He was all but whimpering with need.
Angel took the hint and slowly snaked out his tongue to trace the small pucker under his lips. Hearing Spike begin to purr, Angel dipped his tongue past the ring of muscle to penetrate his childe.
“Gods, Angel,” Spike cried out. Angel feasted for a moment on his boy's hole, ashamed that he'd never taken this advantage before. It was a mistake he wouldn't repeat. Slowly, he pulled away, licking a long stripe up the pale crack. Spike's body twisted beneath him, whimpering at the loss.
Angel chuckled at the sound coming from his Childe as he stood and moved toward his bedside table. Opening the top drawer, he reached in and grabbed the bottle of massage oil he kept hidden there. Coming back to the man on the bed, Angel quickly covered his fingers with the oil and began to trace the vampire’s delicate hole.
Spike cried out incoherently as he felt a slick finger enter him. Slow and sure, he thrust and stretched and played Spike's body like an intricate instrument. Angel smiled as he felt Spike moving in time with the thrust of his finger and gently added a second.
“Has anyone been here since me, boy?” Angel asked. He didn’t know why he asked, but he felt he needed to know.
“No,” Spike gasped in between thrusts.
“Good,” Angel whispered as he added a third finger, trying to stretch the tight passage to accommodate him. Slowly, he curled his fingers around to find that special spot inside. Spike suddenly arched his back and cried out. Angel knew he found it and made sure that with each thrust, he hit that perfect little nub. The body beneath him was now trembling as he tried to hold back despite his desperate need.
Knowing his childe was close, Angel pulled his fingers from the delicious hole before placing a gentle kiss on it. He chuckled at the disappointed sound coming from the blonde vampire as his fingers slipped free.
Angel crawled onto the bed to kneel between the smaller vampire's spread legs. He used his knees to spread the parted thighs even more, giving him better access. He reached for the bottle of oil and generously covered his hard cock. Position his head at the waiting vampire’s hole, he paused. “Who am I?” he whispered, waiting for an answer.
“Angel,” Spike answered.
“No,” Angel practically growled as he pressed forward gently. “Who am I?”
Spike paused, even though Angel knew Spike knew what he wanted to hear. He just didn’t want to say it. Angel pulled away slightly and Spike whined at the loss.
“Who am I?” Angel asked again, letting a harsh tone bleed into his voice. “I’ll not be asking ye again.”
“Sire,” Spike whispered as Angel thrust forward to push the head of his large cock past the tight ring of muscle. “Bloody hell!” Spike cried at feeling the intrusion.
Angel moaned at the feeling of his Childe around him. He was just as tight as the first time Angelus claimed him. “So tight,” he groaned.
“Please,” Spike cried out. “More please.”
“Anything for me Boy,” Angel replied before pushing forward and encasing himself completely in the body beneath him.
Slowly, the two began to move as one. Angel remarked at the differences between them - then and now. Before, Angelus never cared for the other vampire's pleasure, anyone's pleasure but his own - and maybe Darla's. This - a willing Spike, so needy and delicious - was so much better than he could have ever imagined.
The moans of the two men echoed through the room as their movements became more powerful and passionate.
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Willow wondered what the two vampires were talking about. Spike was so angry when he left and Angel had been so sad. She wanted to help, but didn’t know how. Slowly, through the bond she shared with Spike, she began to hear sounds - and they frightened her. She hoped Angel hadn’t lost his temper and tried to hurt Spike, or the other way maybe around. She decided she had better go check on them.
Reaching the door to Angel’s suite, she stopped and put her ear to the door to see if she could hear anything. She thought she heard a gasp and maybe Spike’s voice - hopefully he wasn’t crying, he'd done that quite a bit on their way to LA. She decided she would just peek in to make sure everything was okay.
Slowly entering the room, she shut the door quietly behinds her before looking into the room. They weren’t in the sitting room and Willow’s attention was suddenly turned toward the bedroom just beyond. She froze at the sight.
Directly before her on the bed, she saw the two vampires. Spike was on the bed on hands and knees with Angel behind him.
She heard Angel speak. “Who am I? I’ll not be asking ye again.”
Spike answered, “Sire,” and then Angel was inside the moaning vampire.
Willow clapped her hands over her mouth to keep her own moan from escaping to mix with their own. She had never seen anything so erotic in her whole life. They were beautiful. They were both perfectly built, with straining muscles and pale skin that made them looked like they were chiseled from marble. She watched as Angel grabbed a hold of Spike’s hips and began a slow rhythm of thrust and retreat. Spike’s cock swung low, angry and red from the lack of relief. Willow watched it with fascination.
The two men had whispered other things that Willow could not make out. She watched as they increased their pace and their moans and pants became louder and more wanton. Suddenly it seemed very hot in the large room and she felt her panties become very wet as she rubbed her thighs together to give herself some more friction.
Afraid that she might get caught watching the sensual scene, the witch slowly opened the door and slipped out of the suite without disrupting the rutting vampires.
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Angel was so close, but he wanted this to be perfect for Spike. He leaned over the pale body and whispered in the shell of the perfect ear. “Who I am?”
“Sire,” Spike practically shouted.
“Who’s Sire?” Angel asked, lost in need and desire.
“My Sire!” Spike shouted. “Please Sire! Take me! Claim me!”
“Yes!” Angel cried. He reached around and gripped Spike’s aching cock and pumped it harshly in time with his thrusts. He felt Spike’s muscles contracting around him at the beginning of his orgasm. Angel reached up with his free hand and pulled Spike’s head back and growled in his ear, “Mine. Do you understand, Boy? Mine!”
Angel plunged his fangs into Spike’s corded neck and pulled two mouthfuls of blood into his mouth as he filled Spike up with his cold seed, thus reclaiming him as his Childe, his Favored One.
Spike cried out as he spilt over Angel’s hand and onto the sheet below him, his entire body trembling with the force of it.
As the two men fell to the bed, exhausted from their coupling, Spike groaned as Angel fell on top of him before rolling over onto his side. Once he was settled, the taller vampire pulled Spike into his arms, holding him close.
“I’m sorry, Sire,” Spike whispered in between gasping breaths.
“Shhh, William,” Angel soothed, stroking the man’s back and hair, reverting back to his normal voice. “Never again. I’ll never abandon you again. Here, drink.”
Angel knew Spike had lost quite a bit of blood and he didn’t want him to be weak. Spike slowly reached up and delicately sank his fangs into Angel’s neck and took several deep swallows. Feeling satisfied, Angel gently pulled Spike away as the smaller vampire licked the wound closed.
They collapsed against each other, utterly exhausted.
As Spike fell into a deep slumber, Angel sighed and thought about what had just happened. As he took a deep breath, he caught the scent of something. It was arousal. But it was not his or Spike’s, it was...
“Willow,” he whispered to himself, confused but intrigued.
Tbc...
Chapter 11