Untitled 5/?
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sevendeadlyfunA/N: No warnings this time. This is barely PG-13. However, I'll put it behind the cut because I'm tired of this site looking messy.
Disclaimer: I invited Spike and Angel over for a playdate. They'll go home eventually. I promise....
Summary: Post-NFA. What happens after the credits roll?
Closer
Quickly, both vampires worked to make Julia more comfortable. In total silence, they moved so that their large forms bracketed her on both sides. Both Spike and Angel had seen her die before and her return was never pleasant. She was shaking now, fighting some internal war. Seeking to soothe her, Angel began purring, a low rumble from deep in his chest.
The animalistic sound had always been one of Julia’s favorites. She told him it was his “Good Daddy” noise. He remembered, with a sad smile, how often he had used his “Good Daddy” noise with Connor when his son had been cranky. The little one on bed next to him was no less his daughter, her need for him no less intense than baby Connor’s had been. The noise seemed to soothe Spike as well, for Spike began to hum, the sound evoking more memories. Memories of another time when his family was whole and safe, untroubled by souls or apocalypses or visions.
Spike heard the purring and felt his fear recede. His Sire was nearby, watching over them. Even the worst demon feared the wrath of Angelus and Spike knew deep inside him, in his sodding soul even, that nothing would hurt them tonight. He snaked out his long tongue and began to lick ‘Lia’s neck, marking her with his scent. Her senses were nearly as sharp as a vampire. He hoped that hearing Angel and feeling him would get her through the darkness, bring her back to them.
Bloody Hell! What was happening to him? Feeding off his hated ponce of a Sire, wrapping himself around the poof’s hulking form like a two-bit whore, and now marking a woman he’d dismissed from his life ages ago. What next? Per’aps a bit of dirty shag with the Smurf? He shuddered a bit at that last thought. Big Blue had done quite a number on him when they were sparring. He didn’t want her anywhere near his manly bits, thank you.
He was so engrossed in his own wayward thoughts that he didn’t see the muddled green eyes that snapped open and immediately sought him out. He didn’t even feel the small hand clasping the back of his neck with frantic urgency. It wasn’t until his lips were captured in a deep kiss that he shook himself out of his own head.
He meant to break away from the strange lips, he really did. But the mouth on his was insistent, powerful, and…he tasted love. Whoever was kissing him loved him desperately. The love swirled around him, and bleedin’ Christ he was hungry for it. Buffy had never even given him crumbs. Crumbs he’d begged for, just a little somethin’ to fill his emptiness. This kiss was the whole damned feast and it was all for him. His hands reached out before he could stop them and pulled that love closer to him. He felt a snap crackle pop as pieces clicked into place. He remembered and couldn’t believe he’d ever forgotten.
His ‘Lia was kissing him, giving him the breath from her lungs and the heat from her flesh. She’d always loved him, no matter what. Told him so all the time, that no matter what happened, she was his girl. Hadn’t phrased it quite like that, o’course. She wasn’t ever so forward. Obviously, some things had changed because her little tongue was doing incredibly forward things inside his mouth.
She was running that devilish instrument around his gums, teasing the tops of his fangs. Fangs? When in the name of everything unholy had he let his fangs come out to play? He almost never brought his demon face forward now. Reminded him too much of his old Big Bad self, reminders he could do without. But bugger, it felt lovely, to have his demon out and being loved.
The sensation of ‘Lia’s tongue on his fangs was getting to him, making his erection even more prominent. He didn’t like to speculate on how she knew his most potent erogenous zones. Soon he couldn’t care less, because she’d slyly run her tongue over the tip of his fangs and was letting her blood seep into his mouth. He whimpered, for once unashamed of his neediness. He could taste it in her blood, underneath the power and magic, the same need reciprocated. He cut his own tongue and thrust his blood deeply into her mouth. He smelled the dampness of her arousal now and felt her shudder under his fingers.
Too quickly, the warm loving mouth was gone, ripped away by force. He snarled at the intrusion and came face to face with the demon that had given him life. Fuckin’ Hell! He’d forgotten about Angel bein’ in the same bloody bed as the two of them. He cleared his throat and shook his demon way.
“”Mazed you didn’t stop us sooner, mate,” Spike panted.
Angel had also dismissed the demon and arched an eyebrow at his panting Childe. He had smelled their lust, watched them and only stopped them because he was afraid he might not be able to stop himself. Old feelings were surfacing and while he didn’t mind that, he didn’t want to be responsible for loosing Angelus on the world again. Not ever, but especially not tonight.
“Yeah well, I was feeling generous. But, I’d like to remind everyone here that Julia did just come back from the dead. So maybe instead of exploring each other’s throats, we could concentrate on, oh say, the apocalypse she just averted?” His words were sharp but carried very little heat. He knew better than anyone just what Julia felt for his blonde boy.
Spike turned soft eyes onto the girl snuggled in between and said hoarsely, “’M sorry, ‘Lia. Didn’t mean to…” he floundered helplessly, not really sure what he was apologizing for. He knew what he’d tasted on her lips and in her blood. At least, he thought he knew. What if that love wasn’t for him? He tried not to hope, but he was so tired of bein’ love’s bitch. After everything he’d done, he didn’t have a right to her love. But he coveted it for himself, despite that. It was strong, and pure, and exactly what he imagined heaven would be like.
“You’re…sorry?” she whispered softly. “That’s all you can say? It’s been how long and…never mind. I shouldn’t have expect anything different.” She closed her eyes, heartbeat slowing down . The waves of love that had been lapping over Spike receded, leaving him cold. When she opened her eyes again, they were dark and unreadable. “I didn’t mean to…no, that’s not true. I did mean to. I thought that things were different now. I thought that 100 years was long enough, that you’d see...But, that’s just plain stupid of me. I’m sorry too. It won’t happen again.”
Spike pulled back. He contemplated just walking away from this whole sodding mess. Start fresh, yeah? Away from Sire’s who couldn’t decide whether to kill him or shag him and beautiful girls who…who…who had loved him for over a century without getting so much as kind word in return. Bollocks! He knew that if he could do this right, he’d have all the love he could handle from Angel and ‘Lia both. Course, chances were he’d cock it up and end the night staked. He gave a mental shrug and did what he did best. Taking a chance, he brought forth his demon.
With a growl, Angel snapped into game face. Spike tipped his head back, exposing his soft throat. Angel sniffed and then snorted in response. He knew what Spike was planning and damned if he didn’t agree that it might be just the thing. Smiling around his fangs, he looked over at his little girl and saw a demon staring back at him.
TBC...
Disclaimer: I invited Spike and Angel over for a playdate. They'll go home eventually. I promise....
Summary: Post-NFA. What happens after the credits roll?
Closer
Quickly, both vampires worked to make Julia more comfortable. In total silence, they moved so that their large forms bracketed her on both sides. Both Spike and Angel had seen her die before and her return was never pleasant. She was shaking now, fighting some internal war. Seeking to soothe her, Angel began purring, a low rumble from deep in his chest.
The animalistic sound had always been one of Julia’s favorites. She told him it was his “Good Daddy” noise. He remembered, with a sad smile, how often he had used his “Good Daddy” noise with Connor when his son had been cranky. The little one on bed next to him was no less his daughter, her need for him no less intense than baby Connor’s had been. The noise seemed to soothe Spike as well, for Spike began to hum, the sound evoking more memories. Memories of another time when his family was whole and safe, untroubled by souls or apocalypses or visions.
Spike heard the purring and felt his fear recede. His Sire was nearby, watching over them. Even the worst demon feared the wrath of Angelus and Spike knew deep inside him, in his sodding soul even, that nothing would hurt them tonight. He snaked out his long tongue and began to lick ‘Lia’s neck, marking her with his scent. Her senses were nearly as sharp as a vampire. He hoped that hearing Angel and feeling him would get her through the darkness, bring her back to them.
Bloody Hell! What was happening to him? Feeding off his hated ponce of a Sire, wrapping himself around the poof’s hulking form like a two-bit whore, and now marking a woman he’d dismissed from his life ages ago. What next? Per’aps a bit of dirty shag with the Smurf? He shuddered a bit at that last thought. Big Blue had done quite a number on him when they were sparring. He didn’t want her anywhere near his manly bits, thank you.
He was so engrossed in his own wayward thoughts that he didn’t see the muddled green eyes that snapped open and immediately sought him out. He didn’t even feel the small hand clasping the back of his neck with frantic urgency. It wasn’t until his lips were captured in a deep kiss that he shook himself out of his own head.
He meant to break away from the strange lips, he really did. But the mouth on his was insistent, powerful, and…he tasted love. Whoever was kissing him loved him desperately. The love swirled around him, and bleedin’ Christ he was hungry for it. Buffy had never even given him crumbs. Crumbs he’d begged for, just a little somethin’ to fill his emptiness. This kiss was the whole damned feast and it was all for him. His hands reached out before he could stop them and pulled that love closer to him. He felt a snap crackle pop as pieces clicked into place. He remembered and couldn’t believe he’d ever forgotten.
His ‘Lia was kissing him, giving him the breath from her lungs and the heat from her flesh. She’d always loved him, no matter what. Told him so all the time, that no matter what happened, she was his girl. Hadn’t phrased it quite like that, o’course. She wasn’t ever so forward. Obviously, some things had changed because her little tongue was doing incredibly forward things inside his mouth.
She was running that devilish instrument around his gums, teasing the tops of his fangs. Fangs? When in the name of everything unholy had he let his fangs come out to play? He almost never brought his demon face forward now. Reminded him too much of his old Big Bad self, reminders he could do without. But bugger, it felt lovely, to have his demon out and being loved.
The sensation of ‘Lia’s tongue on his fangs was getting to him, making his erection even more prominent. He didn’t like to speculate on how she knew his most potent erogenous zones. Soon he couldn’t care less, because she’d slyly run her tongue over the tip of his fangs and was letting her blood seep into his mouth. He whimpered, for once unashamed of his neediness. He could taste it in her blood, underneath the power and magic, the same need reciprocated. He cut his own tongue and thrust his blood deeply into her mouth. He smelled the dampness of her arousal now and felt her shudder under his fingers.
Too quickly, the warm loving mouth was gone, ripped away by force. He snarled at the intrusion and came face to face with the demon that had given him life. Fuckin’ Hell! He’d forgotten about Angel bein’ in the same bloody bed as the two of them. He cleared his throat and shook his demon way.
“”Mazed you didn’t stop us sooner, mate,” Spike panted.
Angel had also dismissed the demon and arched an eyebrow at his panting Childe. He had smelled their lust, watched them and only stopped them because he was afraid he might not be able to stop himself. Old feelings were surfacing and while he didn’t mind that, he didn’t want to be responsible for loosing Angelus on the world again. Not ever, but especially not tonight.
“Yeah well, I was feeling generous. But, I’d like to remind everyone here that Julia did just come back from the dead. So maybe instead of exploring each other’s throats, we could concentrate on, oh say, the apocalypse she just averted?” His words were sharp but carried very little heat. He knew better than anyone just what Julia felt for his blonde boy.
Spike turned soft eyes onto the girl snuggled in between and said hoarsely, “’M sorry, ‘Lia. Didn’t mean to…” he floundered helplessly, not really sure what he was apologizing for. He knew what he’d tasted on her lips and in her blood. At least, he thought he knew. What if that love wasn’t for him? He tried not to hope, but he was so tired of bein’ love’s bitch. After everything he’d done, he didn’t have a right to her love. But he coveted it for himself, despite that. It was strong, and pure, and exactly what he imagined heaven would be like.
“You’re…sorry?” she whispered softly. “That’s all you can say? It’s been how long and…never mind. I shouldn’t have expect anything different.” She closed her eyes, heartbeat slowing down . The waves of love that had been lapping over Spike receded, leaving him cold. When she opened her eyes again, they were dark and unreadable. “I didn’t mean to…no, that’s not true. I did mean to. I thought that things were different now. I thought that 100 years was long enough, that you’d see...But, that’s just plain stupid of me. I’m sorry too. It won’t happen again.”
Spike pulled back. He contemplated just walking away from this whole sodding mess. Start fresh, yeah? Away from Sire’s who couldn’t decide whether to kill him or shag him and beautiful girls who…who…who had loved him for over a century without getting so much as kind word in return. Bollocks! He knew that if he could do this right, he’d have all the love he could handle from Angel and ‘Lia both. Course, chances were he’d cock it up and end the night staked. He gave a mental shrug and did what he did best. Taking a chance, he brought forth his demon.
With a growl, Angel snapped into game face. Spike tipped his head back, exposing his soft throat. Angel sniffed and then snorted in response. He knew what Spike was planning and damned if he didn’t agree that it might be just the thing. Smiling around his fangs, he looked over at his little girl and saw a demon staring back at him.
TBC...
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on 2006-12-17 03:12 am (UTC)