Body Double: The Epilogue
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sevendeadlyfunA/N- So, it had to happen. No way would the boys just wave a cheery good-bye, not in my world. So for myself, lilithbint and even youbegoodbaby (we'll make her a Spangel girl yet), here's what happened after Buffy left.
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, slash, m/m sex, oral
Body Double: The Epilogue
(OR: What happened after Buffy left)
An awkward silence descended over the odd threesome, and finally Angel cleared his throat. Turning to look at Buffy, he smiled shyly and held open his arms. She rose off the bed and melted into the lean body that currently contained her boyfriend’s soul.
“Spike and I are going to switch back soon, “ Angel murmured. “I think it might be…well, after everything…maybe you should go?”
Buffy nodded and stepped away from Spike’s body regretfully. Turning slightly, she eyed Angel’s body speculatively. Peering into those deep brown eyes, she saw a wicked spark that definitely didn’t belong there. Evidence of Spike, she assumed. Taking a chance, she slid over and wrapped her arms around Angel’s body, half-expecting Spike to take exception to her familiarity.
Surprising both Buffy and Angel, Spike folded himself around her. Crooning sweetly and pressing chaste kisses to her hair, he lifted her off her feet. She squealed, provoking a delighted chortle from Spike. He let her down, saying, “Not bad, little Miss Tiny. You’re a bit of all right, pet.”
Blushing at his reference to their recent activities, Buffy scurried around the room gathering her clothes and dressing. Giving Angel a hurried kiss, she bolted from the room, leaving behind two very nude vampires. Angel sighed as her footsteps faded, and watched as Spike fell heavily into the rumpled bed.
“Do you…” Angel started towards the bed, stopped suddenly as if thinking better of it. “Spike, I’m…glad I ran into you tonight. I never…the last time I saw you…”
“Don’t apologize, Angel, “ Spike interrupted harshly. “Told you before, nothing to say about before.”
“Is that your answer to everything, Spike? Deny, evade, masquerade, “ Angel queried softly. He moved forward again, perching on the edge of the bed.
“Not denyin’ anything, just don’t want to talk about it with you.”
“Why is that, Spike? Did I damage you so badly when I lost my soul, “ Angel asked archly.
“Still don’t get it, do you? You never did, as I recall, “ Spike replied, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Now shut up, mate. I’m just goin’ to sleep until I get my own body back.”
“What the hell don’t I get, Spike? You came to Sunnydale, cursed me for not being Angelus, and when he finally returned, you beat him senseless. Seems pretty simple to understand. You hate me regardless of the state of my soul, “ Angel shouted. “So tell me what exactly it is I’m supposed to understand!”
“I haven’t seen Angelus since 1898, you great bleedin’ prat. I don’t know who showed up when your soul went on vacation, but it wasn’t my Sire, “ Spike blurted out.
“What are you talking about? Angelus is here, inside me, all the time. Without the soul, that’s all I am, “ Angel spat.
“No, Angel. That ain’t him. Angelus may have been a demon, but he was never a monster. Angelus wouldn’t have done the things you did. Not to me,” Spike muttered, closing his eyes.
Angel stared at his own face, watching a single drop of moisture ooze down and drop unheeded onto the bed. Once he’d been ensouled, he tried so hard to forget everything about his unlife. The crimes, large and small, ate at him, tore him to shreds. But the beauty he’d found, the affection he’d felt, those he forget. Not deliberately, because any morsel of peace would have been welcomed. But, all of the lovely things were consumed by the inferno of guilt and sorrow.
He thought back now, watching Spike struggle to control himself. He remembered the long days together, wrapped in thick quilts and each other. His family, safe and whole, whiling away the hours between hunting and killing. No, not all of his memories were bad ones. But so much evil came attached to the beauty that his soul writhed.
Spike was right. Angelus, the demon he’d been before the soul, would never have treated Spike like that. Beatings and torture were par for the course, but never the cruel diminishment, the casually brutal dismissal. Spike, no matter his faults and those were legion, was still family.
Blood called to blood, demon to demon, and nothing could change that. He’d heard that somewhere before, that demons didn’t change.
They didn’t. The demon inside Angel howled and raged to be allowed free, to work its will on the body in front of it. From The Master to Darla, from Darla to him, and through him to Spike, each new demon born of the one before it. That thing inside Spike which revolted Angel’s soul also enslaved him, demanded his affection and his care.
Without a thought, Angel leaned over and licked Spike’s cheek. The action he’d performed lovingly for Buffy now had an animalistic overtone. This wasn’t about hearts or souls; it was about demons and love. He’d lied to Buffy time and time again. Demons could love, did love fiercely. It wasn’t a humane love. Demon love allowed no boundaries, no restraints. Demon love wasn’t comfortable, it was consuming. It gnawed and feasted without thought to comfort or restraint. Humans had to be careful with their love. Demons had an eternity and love, like blood, was meant to spill freely.
That single taste of pain and loss was Angel’s undoing. He began to lick his way down the body containing his Childe. Biting at flat brown nipples, drawing winces and moans from firm lips, Angel reveled in the taste of his own flesh. He threw off his human pretenses and gave himself over to his blood.
As he worked his way over salty skin and firm muscle, he listened to Spike’s words.
“Angelus, please…don’t stop, please…missed you so much…needed you for so long…yeah, right there…bloody hell, so good, Sire…”
Angel reached the thrusting erection between Spike’s legs, and gave it an admiring glance before taking the bulging head between his lips. He’d never been this close to his own cock and he had to admit that he was secretly impressed with himself. He was huge!
He was huge and delicious. The tip of his cock leaked pre-cum, and he swirled his tongue around the slit to gather it all in. He gobbled it greedily, wanting to taste more. He felt a hand press softly on the back of neck. Looking up, he saw hazy passion filled brown eyes and he moaned around the swollen prick in his mouth. There was no worship here, no demands, just love and appreciation. This was a love he could understand and it electrified him.
Opening his mouth wide, he swallowed deeply until his nose was buried in curly raspy hair. He began to bob up and down, fingers rolling and pinching the sac that lay plump and heavy underneath his new favorite toy. Spike began thrusting his hips as he whimpered and moaned a litany of praise for his Sire’s mouth.
Angel wanted some attention on his own achingly hard cock. He swung around, mouth never losing contact with the throbbing flesh, and nudged Spike’s lips, demanding entrance. Spike willingly granted Angel’s request and sucked him in enthusiastically.
Angel felt himself grow lightheaded, and dizziness swamped him. He was pulled back into his own body and felt a wash of semen on his tongue. He accepted it gratefully, allowing Spike’s flavor to imprint itself on his mouth. It was incredible, tasting of chocolates, whiskey, and naughty secrets. Drinking in his Childe’s luscious cum caused him to explode, and he spilled in a furious rush, bellowing loudly.
Spike was disoriented, but he understood perfectly what was happening. He had his Sire in his mouth, and he never wanted this moment to end. He’d enjoyed putting it to the Slayer, but no other being on the planet affected him like his Sire did. Just being with him like this pushed Spike over the edge, and he stiffened as he shot his load inside Angel’s mouth.
A few seconds later, he was rewarded with a mouthful of Angel’s jizz and he drank it down avidly. Angel was his home, his heart, and tasted of all the lovely things the world had to offer. The Slayer was pure of heart and mind, sure. But nothing compared to the darkness of Angelus, and no matter the soul, this was Angelus’ body. It was rich spiced puddings, thick golden ales, leather whips and silken sheets.
The two vampires, back in the right bodies, rolled away from each other. This wasn’t a love affair, not any more. Spike stood up quickly on shaky legs. Blue eyes met brown, and as Spike dressed, they both just stared at each other. Turning to go, Spike finally spoke.
“I’ll always love you, you know? Soul, no soul, whatever name you use, I’ll always belong to you. Miss you so much my bones ache with it. The Slayer might think she’s your one and only. Maybe right now she is, but she’s a sodding human. Even if she wasn’t destined to die protecting grannies and tots, she still can’t be yours forever. I won’t say I’ll wait for you, cause I won’t. But, if you ever…if you get lonely, just call.”
With that, Spike stalked away, his duster swirling around his legs. Angel laid there, Spike’s words echoing in his head. He didn’t call him back, didn’t try to stop him. When he could no longer feel the younger vampire, he whispered, “I love you too, William.”
THE END
lilithbint and even youbegoodbaby (we'll make her a Spangel girl yet), here's what happened after Buffy left.Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, slash, m/m sex, oral
Body Double: The Epilogue
(OR: What happened after Buffy left)
An awkward silence descended over the odd threesome, and finally Angel cleared his throat. Turning to look at Buffy, he smiled shyly and held open his arms. She rose off the bed and melted into the lean body that currently contained her boyfriend’s soul.
“Spike and I are going to switch back soon, “ Angel murmured. “I think it might be…well, after everything…maybe you should go?”
Buffy nodded and stepped away from Spike’s body regretfully. Turning slightly, she eyed Angel’s body speculatively. Peering into those deep brown eyes, she saw a wicked spark that definitely didn’t belong there. Evidence of Spike, she assumed. Taking a chance, she slid over and wrapped her arms around Angel’s body, half-expecting Spike to take exception to her familiarity.
Surprising both Buffy and Angel, Spike folded himself around her. Crooning sweetly and pressing chaste kisses to her hair, he lifted her off her feet. She squealed, provoking a delighted chortle from Spike. He let her down, saying, “Not bad, little Miss Tiny. You’re a bit of all right, pet.”
Blushing at his reference to their recent activities, Buffy scurried around the room gathering her clothes and dressing. Giving Angel a hurried kiss, she bolted from the room, leaving behind two very nude vampires. Angel sighed as her footsteps faded, and watched as Spike fell heavily into the rumpled bed.
“Do you…” Angel started towards the bed, stopped suddenly as if thinking better of it. “Spike, I’m…glad I ran into you tonight. I never…the last time I saw you…”
“Don’t apologize, Angel, “ Spike interrupted harshly. “Told you before, nothing to say about before.”
“Is that your answer to everything, Spike? Deny, evade, masquerade, “ Angel queried softly. He moved forward again, perching on the edge of the bed.
“Not denyin’ anything, just don’t want to talk about it with you.”
“Why is that, Spike? Did I damage you so badly when I lost my soul, “ Angel asked archly.
“Still don’t get it, do you? You never did, as I recall, “ Spike replied, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Now shut up, mate. I’m just goin’ to sleep until I get my own body back.”
“What the hell don’t I get, Spike? You came to Sunnydale, cursed me for not being Angelus, and when he finally returned, you beat him senseless. Seems pretty simple to understand. You hate me regardless of the state of my soul, “ Angel shouted. “So tell me what exactly it is I’m supposed to understand!”
“I haven’t seen Angelus since 1898, you great bleedin’ prat. I don’t know who showed up when your soul went on vacation, but it wasn’t my Sire, “ Spike blurted out.
“What are you talking about? Angelus is here, inside me, all the time. Without the soul, that’s all I am, “ Angel spat.
“No, Angel. That ain’t him. Angelus may have been a demon, but he was never a monster. Angelus wouldn’t have done the things you did. Not to me,” Spike muttered, closing his eyes.
Angel stared at his own face, watching a single drop of moisture ooze down and drop unheeded onto the bed. Once he’d been ensouled, he tried so hard to forget everything about his unlife. The crimes, large and small, ate at him, tore him to shreds. But the beauty he’d found, the affection he’d felt, those he forget. Not deliberately, because any morsel of peace would have been welcomed. But, all of the lovely things were consumed by the inferno of guilt and sorrow.
He thought back now, watching Spike struggle to control himself. He remembered the long days together, wrapped in thick quilts and each other. His family, safe and whole, whiling away the hours between hunting and killing. No, not all of his memories were bad ones. But so much evil came attached to the beauty that his soul writhed.
Spike was right. Angelus, the demon he’d been before the soul, would never have treated Spike like that. Beatings and torture were par for the course, but never the cruel diminishment, the casually brutal dismissal. Spike, no matter his faults and those were legion, was still family.
Blood called to blood, demon to demon, and nothing could change that. He’d heard that somewhere before, that demons didn’t change.
They didn’t. The demon inside Angel howled and raged to be allowed free, to work its will on the body in front of it. From The Master to Darla, from Darla to him, and through him to Spike, each new demon born of the one before it. That thing inside Spike which revolted Angel’s soul also enslaved him, demanded his affection and his care.
Without a thought, Angel leaned over and licked Spike’s cheek. The action he’d performed lovingly for Buffy now had an animalistic overtone. This wasn’t about hearts or souls; it was about demons and love. He’d lied to Buffy time and time again. Demons could love, did love fiercely. It wasn’t a humane love. Demon love allowed no boundaries, no restraints. Demon love wasn’t comfortable, it was consuming. It gnawed and feasted without thought to comfort or restraint. Humans had to be careful with their love. Demons had an eternity and love, like blood, was meant to spill freely.
That single taste of pain and loss was Angel’s undoing. He began to lick his way down the body containing his Childe. Biting at flat brown nipples, drawing winces and moans from firm lips, Angel reveled in the taste of his own flesh. He threw off his human pretenses and gave himself over to his blood.
As he worked his way over salty skin and firm muscle, he listened to Spike’s words.
“Angelus, please…don’t stop, please…missed you so much…needed you for so long…yeah, right there…bloody hell, so good, Sire…”
Angel reached the thrusting erection between Spike’s legs, and gave it an admiring glance before taking the bulging head between his lips. He’d never been this close to his own cock and he had to admit that he was secretly impressed with himself. He was huge!
He was huge and delicious. The tip of his cock leaked pre-cum, and he swirled his tongue around the slit to gather it all in. He gobbled it greedily, wanting to taste more. He felt a hand press softly on the back of neck. Looking up, he saw hazy passion filled brown eyes and he moaned around the swollen prick in his mouth. There was no worship here, no demands, just love and appreciation. This was a love he could understand and it electrified him.
Opening his mouth wide, he swallowed deeply until his nose was buried in curly raspy hair. He began to bob up and down, fingers rolling and pinching the sac that lay plump and heavy underneath his new favorite toy. Spike began thrusting his hips as he whimpered and moaned a litany of praise for his Sire’s mouth.
Angel wanted some attention on his own achingly hard cock. He swung around, mouth never losing contact with the throbbing flesh, and nudged Spike’s lips, demanding entrance. Spike willingly granted Angel’s request and sucked him in enthusiastically.
Angel felt himself grow lightheaded, and dizziness swamped him. He was pulled back into his own body and felt a wash of semen on his tongue. He accepted it gratefully, allowing Spike’s flavor to imprint itself on his mouth. It was incredible, tasting of chocolates, whiskey, and naughty secrets. Drinking in his Childe’s luscious cum caused him to explode, and he spilled in a furious rush, bellowing loudly.
Spike was disoriented, but he understood perfectly what was happening. He had his Sire in his mouth, and he never wanted this moment to end. He’d enjoyed putting it to the Slayer, but no other being on the planet affected him like his Sire did. Just being with him like this pushed Spike over the edge, and he stiffened as he shot his load inside Angel’s mouth.
A few seconds later, he was rewarded with a mouthful of Angel’s jizz and he drank it down avidly. Angel was his home, his heart, and tasted of all the lovely things the world had to offer. The Slayer was pure of heart and mind, sure. But nothing compared to the darkness of Angelus, and no matter the soul, this was Angelus’ body. It was rich spiced puddings, thick golden ales, leather whips and silken sheets.
The two vampires, back in the right bodies, rolled away from each other. This wasn’t a love affair, not any more. Spike stood up quickly on shaky legs. Blue eyes met brown, and as Spike dressed, they both just stared at each other. Turning to go, Spike finally spoke.
“I’ll always love you, you know? Soul, no soul, whatever name you use, I’ll always belong to you. Miss you so much my bones ache with it. The Slayer might think she’s your one and only. Maybe right now she is, but she’s a sodding human. Even if she wasn’t destined to die protecting grannies and tots, she still can’t be yours forever. I won’t say I’ll wait for you, cause I won’t. But, if you ever…if you get lonely, just call.”
With that, Spike stalked away, his duster swirling around his legs. Angel laid there, Spike’s words echoing in his head. He didn’t call him back, didn’t try to stop him. When he could no longer feel the younger vampire, he whispered, “I love you too, William.”
THE END
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on 2007-01-01 06:48 am (UTC)and really hot having them suck each other while still in the wrong bodies.
“I’ll always love you, you know? Soul, no soul, whatever name you use, I’ll always belong to you. Miss you so much my bones ache with it. The Slayer might think she’s your one and only. Maybe right now she is, but she’s a sodding human. Even if she wasn’t destined to die protecting grannies and tots, she still can’t be yours forever. I won’t say I’ll wait for you, cause I won’t. But, if you ever…if you get lonely, just call.
wonderful sentiment.
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on 2007-01-02 01:57 pm (UTC)Ok here I go...I'm going to read it now.
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on 2007-01-02 02:20 pm (UTC)Surprising both Buffy and Angel, Spike folded himself around her. Crooning sweetly and pressing chaste kisses to her hair, he lifted her off her feet. She squealed, provoking a delighted chortle from Spike. He let her down, saying, “Not bad, little Miss Tiny. You’re a bit of all right, pet.”
I loved that part...especially the one about Angel's eyes having a spark in them that was Spikes...Beautifuly put my friend. I love the softer side of Spike too. lol...
*looking left...looking right*
The part where they sucked eachother off in opposite bodies...Gah!
SEXY!
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on 2007-01-02 03:46 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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on 2007-01-04 02:32 am (UTC)*happy sigh*
Mmmm - Spangel.
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on 2007-03-31 03:09 pm (UTC)So much sweetness and love.
I'm with you on the general Bangel=yuck but this was lovely.
And I'm going to think that Spike heard the "I love you too, William" whispered at the end.
Thanks for writing.
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on 2007-04-01 04:24 am (UTC)