Live The Question
Feb. 21st, 2007 11:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sevendeadlyfunPairings: Various (Spike/Angel this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 overall (R this chapter)
Warnings: violence, language, bit of sexual innuedo
A/N: Nothing much to note here, except that I'd like to thankladyvirgo1956 for all her support. She's been reading and commenting since chapter one and it's made me incredibly happy. Feedback keeps me (and other writers) going and hers is always so sweet! Thank you, ma'am. You are much appreciated :)
Angel stood quickly, game-faced and snarling. He tore after Spike, taking the stair two at a time. As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard a huge crash followed by a shout. He grinned as he made his way towards his bedroom. Spike, he thought gleefully. Always so damned predictable…
Rushing into his bedroom, he surveyed the damage. Pieces of cloth from the bedding and bits of feathers from the pillows floated airily down, and Spike sat disconsolately in the middle of wreckage. Angel shook away his demon temporarily, and moved closer to his errant Childe warily. He’d expected to find a hissing demon spoiling for a fight, and this sorrowful man shook him deeply.
“What’s the matter, Spike?” he finally sighed aggrievedly.
Spike’s head shot up and his eyes flickered between gold and blue, as if he couldn’t quite decide how he felt about the question. As Angel whuffed and fell underneath a hundred odd pounds of angry demon, he figured that meant that Spike had decided how he felt about the question.
“No!” Spike shouted, fists flailing but doing little damage. “You don’t get to ask me that Angelus! Followed you damn near to hell and back, I have. Would have gone all the way and given Satan a bleedin’ pat on the head if you’dve just been there for me, given the tiniest bit of a damn about me. But you don’t and you don’t get to pretend you do!”
Angel tried to figure out what Spike meant by this newest tirade, and shrugged. He never had understood the boy, and he couldn’t pretend that time had brought any fresh insight. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Spike and flipped them over, restraining the smaller vampire without hurting him.
Having Spike like this, struggling beneath him, did strange things to Angel. He felt…odd, just like he had after he’d drained Hamilton. There was a…force, for lack of a better word, working through him. It made the demon strong, stronger than it had been in a long time.
Wicked impulses coursed through him, the desire to do, take, have, and he didn’t even try to fight against them. The soul seemed relaxed, even peaceful, about these impulses. The constant battle in his head between the soul and the demon no longer existed, and Angel allowed himself free rein.
“Aww, my poor little Will,” he lamented mockingly. “Is that what this is about? Daddy not paying you enough attention? Poor sweetling. We could fix that, you know. “ He ground his thick erection against Spike, smiling at the feeling of Spike’s growing hardness.
“Fuck off, Angelus, “ Spike hissed, shoving helplessly against the heavy weight of his Sire.
“Why should I when I can fuck you instead, Spikey?”
Those words seemed to push Spike over the edge and with a ferocious snarl, he attacked, Pushing upwards, he unbalanced Angel enough to squirm away and land a vicious blow to the back of the dark-haired head. His unshod foot came down on the small of Angel’s back, and Angel groaned, grateful not to hear a snap of bone. A bony knee pressed Angel down, and Spike’s hands threaded through his hair.
“Why would you want to fuck me, Sire, when you’ve had such a lovely time already this morning? Can smell her on you, mate. But I imagine you weren’t thinkin’ of that when you were plowing into her hot cunt,” Spike mused sardonically. “That yer new fetish, Angel? Fucking your soul away with Slayers? Or did you not even think about it when she rolled over for you?”
Angel winced, not quite sure how to explain what had happened with Faith. Hell, he wasn’t really sure what had happened between them. He couldn’t call it rape, because he hadn’t really objected. But he hadn’t wanted it either and if he said that he’d have to admit what he really did want and that knee was really starting to hurt…
“Lost in the memory, Sire,” Spike taunted, and Angel heard a strange undercurrent in that voice. Something he couldn’t quite name or understand, and the fingers in his hair were loosening, the vice-like grip becoming more of a caress.
“You know Spike,” Angel returned, “I don’t recall ever giving a damn what you thought. If I want to fuck every single Slayer I run across, I damn well will. Did you want to watch? Maybe if you did, you could figure out how to do it properly…”
Angel trailed off as his own senses told him a story. He laughed bitterly and that strange force reared up again, consuming him. He twisted and Spike’s knee rocked, giving Angel just enough leverage to turn over and wrap a hand around Spike’s throat.
“Xander, huh? You’re covered in his spunk and you have the nerve to tell me off? Pretty ballsy, Spike, “ Angel replied tensely. “Working your way through Buffy’s friends now? Did you even want him or are you fucking her by proxy? Pathetic, Spike.”
The fists flew again, only this time there was heat and power behind them. Spike and Angel exchanged angry blows in complete silence, both of them too tired and hurt for words now. When, finally, the violence wore itself out, they remained wrapped in each other, bodies pressed tightly together.
The stillness of the room shattered suddenly as a soft purr resonated. Angel chuckled weakly, and pressed a hard kiss to the head tucked underneath his chin. Somehow, Spike’s contentment didn’t surprise him. He felt it too, the rightness of this moment. He debated keeping quiet and just enjoying the sense of peace that permeated his body. But in the end, he knew he had to tell Spike the truth.
“I didn’t fuck her, “ Angel murmured and when Spike looked up at him, eyes flickering again, he grimaced. “Well, not on purpose…”
“What the bloody hell are you talking about? She fall on top of you and your cock just slipped in, is that it“ Spike accused heatedly.
“No. Spike, just listen. For once, listen when I talk, “ Angel commanded, arms once more holding the blonde still. “Damn it, I’m sore and I don’t feel like going another round with you. Listen.”
“Listening, “ came the sulky reply.
“I was in the shower, and uh…I uhm…had the situation in hand, “ Angel began, feeling mortification begin to creep through him.
“You were havin’ a wank, Angel. How the hell can you do it if you can’t bleedin’ say it,” Spike muttered, amusement ringing through in his tone.
“Yeah, well…that and she decided to join me in the shower. I…I didn’t know what to do and she just…and we did but, not because I wanted to, “ Angel finished miserably. “Trust me, my soul was in no danger.”
“Are you telling me that you, Scourge of Europe and Dark Broody Avenger, were taken advantage of by the Evil Slayer, “ Spike asked incredulously.
“Something like that,” Angel replied sheepishly.
“Of all the…that’s it, I can dust now because I’ve officially heard every bloody thing, “ Spike pronounced and moved closer to Angel.
“Are you…are we…snuggling, “ Angel asked tentatively, holding Spike just a bit more firmly.
“’Course not,” Spike snorted. “We’re…recuperating from battle. You know…together.”
“Right. So, Xander?”
Spike sighed heavily, and buried his face in Angel’s chest. He wasn’t comfortable with what happened. It still felt like using and his soul just wouldn’t allow that anymore.
“He asked. Said he wanted me. It’s…” Spike gulped. “It’s been a long time since anybody did and so we…well, just a bit of kissing and touching. Don’t rightly think I could do more with him.”
“Why not?” Angel was curious now.
“Blimey! Can’t leave it alone, can you?” The grumbling meant Spike had something to hide, and Angel now knew he couldn’t leave it alone.
“Spike, tell me. Why won’t you? He wants you.”
“Yeah, wants my body. ‘S anybody wants, innit? But, Angel, I want someone to want me. Not just the fun bits, but the whole bloody package. Got enough of being a soddin’ sex toy when I was with the Slayer, “ Spike whispered, the last bit trailing off sadly.
Angel lay there, cradling Spike close, astonishment warring with pride. He’d never tell Spike about either of those. But, his boy’s soul spoke and apparently a bit louder than his own did. Angel had used Nina for his own comfort and he didn’t regret it much. That Spike would take such care with anyone, let alone an old enemy like Xander Harris.… Angel refused to follow that thought.
I am a good man, he argued silently before regretfully concluding that it wasn’t true. He wasn’t good and he wasn’t a man. He’d killed Drogyn, used Nina, and led his friends to their deaths. Those weren’t the actions of a good man. Angel wasn’t sure what he was anymore.
Spike’s giggle drew Angel out of his reverie. Angel put aside his own inner musings and gave the blonde head another kiss. He asked quizzically, “Care to share?”
“Us, mate. Do you remember when we used to be vampires, “ Spike inquired rhetorically. “Now, you’re dodging advances and I won’t hurt anyone’s feelings. It’s hysterical. Couple o’ ponces, that’s what we are. Shouldn’t even call ourselves vampires anymore.”
Angel sighed again, and if they weren’t exactly snuggling, then Angel didn’t exactly hug Spike tightly.
“We’re not vampires, Spike. We’re just…people, I guess. Flawed, imperfect souled beings giving it our best shot,” Angel explained.
“Yeah. Guess you’re right, “ Spike agreed.
They lay there, bodies entwined and minds busy, until they heard voices calling for them. With regret, Angel released Spike and watched him stand. With regret, Spike moved away and stood up. Holding out a hand for Angel, Spike flashed his Sire a stunning smile. They walked out of the room, and if a bit of the hurt and hate got left behind, neither of them felt much like discussing it.
Rating: NC-17 overall (R this chapter)
Warnings: violence, language, bit of sexual innuedo
A/N: Nothing much to note here, except that I'd like to thank
ladyvirgo1956 for all her support. She's been reading and commenting since chapter one and it's made me incredibly happy. Feedback keeps me (and other writers) going and hers is always so sweet! Thank you, ma'am. You are much appreciated :)Angel stood quickly, game-faced and snarling. He tore after Spike, taking the stair two at a time. As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard a huge crash followed by a shout. He grinned as he made his way towards his bedroom. Spike, he thought gleefully. Always so damned predictable…
Rushing into his bedroom, he surveyed the damage. Pieces of cloth from the bedding and bits of feathers from the pillows floated airily down, and Spike sat disconsolately in the middle of wreckage. Angel shook away his demon temporarily, and moved closer to his errant Childe warily. He’d expected to find a hissing demon spoiling for a fight, and this sorrowful man shook him deeply.
“What’s the matter, Spike?” he finally sighed aggrievedly.
Spike’s head shot up and his eyes flickered between gold and blue, as if he couldn’t quite decide how he felt about the question. As Angel whuffed and fell underneath a hundred odd pounds of angry demon, he figured that meant that Spike had decided how he felt about the question.
“No!” Spike shouted, fists flailing but doing little damage. “You don’t get to ask me that Angelus! Followed you damn near to hell and back, I have. Would have gone all the way and given Satan a bleedin’ pat on the head if you’dve just been there for me, given the tiniest bit of a damn about me. But you don’t and you don’t get to pretend you do!”
Angel tried to figure out what Spike meant by this newest tirade, and shrugged. He never had understood the boy, and he couldn’t pretend that time had brought any fresh insight. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Spike and flipped them over, restraining the smaller vampire without hurting him.
Having Spike like this, struggling beneath him, did strange things to Angel. He felt…odd, just like he had after he’d drained Hamilton. There was a…force, for lack of a better word, working through him. It made the demon strong, stronger than it had been in a long time.
Wicked impulses coursed through him, the desire to do, take, have, and he didn’t even try to fight against them. The soul seemed relaxed, even peaceful, about these impulses. The constant battle in his head between the soul and the demon no longer existed, and Angel allowed himself free rein.
“Aww, my poor little Will,” he lamented mockingly. “Is that what this is about? Daddy not paying you enough attention? Poor sweetling. We could fix that, you know. “ He ground his thick erection against Spike, smiling at the feeling of Spike’s growing hardness.
“Fuck off, Angelus, “ Spike hissed, shoving helplessly against the heavy weight of his Sire.
“Why should I when I can fuck you instead, Spikey?”
Those words seemed to push Spike over the edge and with a ferocious snarl, he attacked, Pushing upwards, he unbalanced Angel enough to squirm away and land a vicious blow to the back of the dark-haired head. His unshod foot came down on the small of Angel’s back, and Angel groaned, grateful not to hear a snap of bone. A bony knee pressed Angel down, and Spike’s hands threaded through his hair.
“Why would you want to fuck me, Sire, when you’ve had such a lovely time already this morning? Can smell her on you, mate. But I imagine you weren’t thinkin’ of that when you were plowing into her hot cunt,” Spike mused sardonically. “That yer new fetish, Angel? Fucking your soul away with Slayers? Or did you not even think about it when she rolled over for you?”
Angel winced, not quite sure how to explain what had happened with Faith. Hell, he wasn’t really sure what had happened between them. He couldn’t call it rape, because he hadn’t really objected. But he hadn’t wanted it either and if he said that he’d have to admit what he really did want and that knee was really starting to hurt…
“Lost in the memory, Sire,” Spike taunted, and Angel heard a strange undercurrent in that voice. Something he couldn’t quite name or understand, and the fingers in his hair were loosening, the vice-like grip becoming more of a caress.
“You know Spike,” Angel returned, “I don’t recall ever giving a damn what you thought. If I want to fuck every single Slayer I run across, I damn well will. Did you want to watch? Maybe if you did, you could figure out how to do it properly…”
Angel trailed off as his own senses told him a story. He laughed bitterly and that strange force reared up again, consuming him. He twisted and Spike’s knee rocked, giving Angel just enough leverage to turn over and wrap a hand around Spike’s throat.
“Xander, huh? You’re covered in his spunk and you have the nerve to tell me off? Pretty ballsy, Spike, “ Angel replied tensely. “Working your way through Buffy’s friends now? Did you even want him or are you fucking her by proxy? Pathetic, Spike.”
The fists flew again, only this time there was heat and power behind them. Spike and Angel exchanged angry blows in complete silence, both of them too tired and hurt for words now. When, finally, the violence wore itself out, they remained wrapped in each other, bodies pressed tightly together.
The stillness of the room shattered suddenly as a soft purr resonated. Angel chuckled weakly, and pressed a hard kiss to the head tucked underneath his chin. Somehow, Spike’s contentment didn’t surprise him. He felt it too, the rightness of this moment. He debated keeping quiet and just enjoying the sense of peace that permeated his body. But in the end, he knew he had to tell Spike the truth.
“I didn’t fuck her, “ Angel murmured and when Spike looked up at him, eyes flickering again, he grimaced. “Well, not on purpose…”
“What the bloody hell are you talking about? She fall on top of you and your cock just slipped in, is that it“ Spike accused heatedly.
“No. Spike, just listen. For once, listen when I talk, “ Angel commanded, arms once more holding the blonde still. “Damn it, I’m sore and I don’t feel like going another round with you. Listen.”
“Listening, “ came the sulky reply.
“I was in the shower, and uh…I uhm…had the situation in hand, “ Angel began, feeling mortification begin to creep through him.
“You were havin’ a wank, Angel. How the hell can you do it if you can’t bleedin’ say it,” Spike muttered, amusement ringing through in his tone.
“Yeah, well…that and she decided to join me in the shower. I…I didn’t know what to do and she just…and we did but, not because I wanted to, “ Angel finished miserably. “Trust me, my soul was in no danger.”
“Are you telling me that you, Scourge of Europe and Dark Broody Avenger, were taken advantage of by the Evil Slayer, “ Spike asked incredulously.
“Something like that,” Angel replied sheepishly.
“Of all the…that’s it, I can dust now because I’ve officially heard every bloody thing, “ Spike pronounced and moved closer to Angel.
“Are you…are we…snuggling, “ Angel asked tentatively, holding Spike just a bit more firmly.
“’Course not,” Spike snorted. “We’re…recuperating from battle. You know…together.”
“Right. So, Xander?”
Spike sighed heavily, and buried his face in Angel’s chest. He wasn’t comfortable with what happened. It still felt like using and his soul just wouldn’t allow that anymore.
“He asked. Said he wanted me. It’s…” Spike gulped. “It’s been a long time since anybody did and so we…well, just a bit of kissing and touching. Don’t rightly think I could do more with him.”
“Why not?” Angel was curious now.
“Blimey! Can’t leave it alone, can you?” The grumbling meant Spike had something to hide, and Angel now knew he couldn’t leave it alone.
“Spike, tell me. Why won’t you? He wants you.”
“Yeah, wants my body. ‘S anybody wants, innit? But, Angel, I want someone to want me. Not just the fun bits, but the whole bloody package. Got enough of being a soddin’ sex toy when I was with the Slayer, “ Spike whispered, the last bit trailing off sadly.
Angel lay there, cradling Spike close, astonishment warring with pride. He’d never tell Spike about either of those. But, his boy’s soul spoke and apparently a bit louder than his own did. Angel had used Nina for his own comfort and he didn’t regret it much. That Spike would take such care with anyone, let alone an old enemy like Xander Harris.… Angel refused to follow that thought.
I am a good man, he argued silently before regretfully concluding that it wasn’t true. He wasn’t good and he wasn’t a man. He’d killed Drogyn, used Nina, and led his friends to their deaths. Those weren’t the actions of a good man. Angel wasn’t sure what he was anymore.
Spike’s giggle drew Angel out of his reverie. Angel put aside his own inner musings and gave the blonde head another kiss. He asked quizzically, “Care to share?”
“Us, mate. Do you remember when we used to be vampires, “ Spike inquired rhetorically. “Now, you’re dodging advances and I won’t hurt anyone’s feelings. It’s hysterical. Couple o’ ponces, that’s what we are. Shouldn’t even call ourselves vampires anymore.”
Angel sighed again, and if they weren’t exactly snuggling, then Angel didn’t exactly hug Spike tightly.
“We’re not vampires, Spike. We’re just…people, I guess. Flawed, imperfect souled beings giving it our best shot,” Angel explained.
“Yeah. Guess you’re right, “ Spike agreed.
They lay there, bodies entwined and minds busy, until they heard voices calling for them. With regret, Angel released Spike and watched him stand. With regret, Spike moved away and stood up. Holding out a hand for Angel, Spike flashed his Sire a stunning smile. They walked out of the room, and if a bit of the hurt and hate got left behind, neither of them felt much like discussing it.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
on 2007-02-22 05:08 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-23 03:55 am (UTC)I hope it stays interesting, too! Thanks, hon!
Pairings?
on 2007-02-23 04:01 am (UTC)Re: Pairings?
on 2007-02-24 04:04 am (UTC)Re: Pairings?
on 2007-02-24 04:07 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-22 07:53 am (UTC)They are so cute together.
no subject
on 2007-02-23 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-22 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-02-23 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-03-20 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-03-20 06:10 am (UTC)