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AUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Victory Verse- Rebirth
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Angel
SUMMARY: Angel tries to help Spike heal. Done for tamingthemuse #351-parched.
Distribution: Various lists, Wierd Romance Yahoo Group- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance ;
My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
SPOILERS: Through Angel S5 x08 - "Destiny"
CONTENT: m/m sex, dubcon, angst, bloodplay, character death- sort of
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 1,279 words.
Spike came back to bed, a little the worse for wear. I was in bed already, covers down enough that he could see my boxers. Hell, I was wearing bikini briefs under the boxers to make sure I didn't, y'know, poke him with anything in my sleep. Spike looked over, nodded, and went into the bathroom. He came back out, and boxer briefs were visible under his boxers.
He took a deep breath and got into the bed. He turned over and looked at me. There was a long, long silence. "It was bad, Angel. I thought...I thought the promise of no personal damage meant he couldn't do anything I couldn't take. Other than that last...thing, it felt to me like it was Angelus doing it."
My face, I'm sure, showed the surprise and angry protectiveness I felt. "Angelus?"
Spike nodded. "It felt so real. Whatever he used to get it, Angelus knew...he knew everything. He called me all the endearments and all the filthy names he used to call me. And..." Spike stops again. "He said he was coming back."
"Oh, damn, Spike, no wonder you skittered away. Probably thought it was Him."
"Yeah, I did for a moment. Well, more than a moment. I watched you though. Couldn't get close enough to smell if your soul was in, but you didn't do those little gestures that are all him. And I can scent you now, you're all soul-having and all."
"Good thing, that vampire sense of smell. So, did Wes and Fred give you the all-clear?"
Spike paused, and shook his head. "There some spiral of something metallic around part of my spine."
I sat up in bed, instantly worried...well okay, panicked is a better description. "Spike! Are they getting rid of it?"
"They're figuring out how to. They did their little detecting stuff and said it doesn't seem to have any harmful spells in it. Some kind of trigger linked to a powerful spell to negate magick, though exactly what magick they're not sure. Where it is they have to be really careful how they get it out."
I relaxed marginally and settled down. "Otherwise, though, all clear?" My voice conveyed my worry perhaps a little too well. Dammit, I shoud be trying to make him feel comfortable.
"Yeah, for the time being." Spike moved in closer to me. "Can we not talk about this now? Can you just..." His voice trailed off. "I'm so tired, you can't imagine how tired. I want to sleep, and I don't want to sleep alone."
Occasionally I can pick up on cues, even as generally oblivious as I am. I moved across the bed and pulled him close to me, wrapping my arms around him. He curled into me like he did as a fledge with Angelus. I blinked back the moisture in my eyes and swallowed the urge to cry. It was his privilege to do it, and he hadn't done it yet. I held him tight and close and he buried himself against me. It was all I could do for him and it was so pitifully little.
I stroked the nape of his neck and purred to him. I didn't purr often but I did it to soothe him. He purred back, a soft and broken sound compared to the usual purr. We lay like that together for a long time. It took forever, it seemed, until he was finally, truly asleep and only then did I allow myself to follow.
The next few days followed along in a terrifying haze. During the day Spike was pretending to be his old Big Bad self. God I had never realized how strong he was. If it had been me that it happened to, I don't think I would have coped. I think Wes would have me in a padded cell. And at night we did whatever he wanted. Watched TV, ate terrible junk food, played those wretched video games he loved so much. He kept pressed against me when the others weren't around. I made sure he kept getting fed fresh human blood. And when he would allow it I fed him from me. He drank like a man parched from days in the desert. Sire's blood could heal a lot of things. If it would help him, even a little, I'd feed him whatever he needed. In bed at night he still curled against me like a fledge. I purred him to sleep and held him close and prayed to be able to destroy the monster that had done this to him.
Then came the morning that we came downstairs and there was a potted plant with two enormous white flowers. Spike grabbed the card. "It's from Fred. She says the plant may have a power than can help, but you and I both need to lean down and sniff a flower at the same time." Spike looked up. "I'm game. Little Fred usually knows what she's about."
"Sure. Let's do it." Like I said, I'd do anything to help Spike with this. We both leaned down. "On the count of three," I said. "One, two, three." We both inhaled and were both hit square in the face with a blast of fine white pollen.
Spike stood up, I stood up, and we both had big patches of white centered on our noses. Spike started to dissolve in laughter and I joined him. Not some polite laughter either but huge, embarassingly loud, almost fall down laughter. It was largely the horrendous tension of the last few days. I went over to help him up. I pulled him hard enough that he fell against me.
Suddenly we weren't laughing anymore. We were gazing at each other hungrily. It was like a red haze of need. He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my hips and I walked us into the elevator. I could barely manage to push the button, because all I could think about was touching him.
The elevator opened and I carried him towards the bedroom. We got to the bed, just barely, and the frenzied rush to be naked was on. I think only our shoes and Spike's duster survived unscathed. I managed grabbing the lube. There was not going to be any sweet foreplay, neither of us needed it or even wanted it at the moment. As soon as I slicked up and squirted some into Spike I was grabbing his knees and pushing hard into him. Spike gripped my shoulder and pulled up, raining kisses on my chest. I was burying myself every thrust, the thrusts getting harder and faster. Spike's fangs found my neck and I lowered down to be on top of him instead of braced above, so I could likewise taste him. Everything became a complete and perfect fog then. Brains were a poor way to deal with such things. There was sharing and licking and the sweet cursing as the moment crashed over both of us.
It was afterwards, in the afterglow, that I felt it. This pain in my chest where there should be no pain. I get up and stagger to the bathroom, by the toilet. My gut felt like it was tightening to expel a mighty load.
It wasn't my gut, not at all. There was a great ripping away inside me, and I could see a bright green glow all around me, then I didn't feel anything.
No, but I do. "Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste," I sing, and grin at myself in the mirror. This is going to be fun...
AUTHOR: Salustra
E-MAIL: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com
TITLE: Victory Verse- Rebirth
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Spike/Angel
SUMMARY: Angel tries to help Spike heal. Done for tamingthemuse #351-parched.
Distribution: Various lists, Wierd Romance Yahoo Group- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance ;
My livejournal - http://salustra.livejournal.com/ ; and the website Weird Romances- http://www.freewebs.com/salustra/wr/index.html . No posting elsewhere without express permission please.
SPOILERS: Through Angel S5 x08 - "Destiny"
CONTENT: m/m sex, dubcon, angst, bloodplay, character death- sort of
DISCLAIMER: Playing wit the boys, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 1,279 words.
Spike came back to bed, a little the worse for wear. I was in bed already, covers down enough that he could see my boxers. Hell, I was wearing bikini briefs under the boxers to make sure I didn't, y'know, poke him with anything in my sleep. Spike looked over, nodded, and went into the bathroom. He came back out, and boxer briefs were visible under his boxers.
He took a deep breath and got into the bed. He turned over and looked at me. There was a long, long silence. "It was bad, Angel. I thought...I thought the promise of no personal damage meant he couldn't do anything I couldn't take. Other than that last...thing, it felt to me like it was Angelus doing it."
My face, I'm sure, showed the surprise and angry protectiveness I felt. "Angelus?"
Spike nodded. "It felt so real. Whatever he used to get it, Angelus knew...he knew everything. He called me all the endearments and all the filthy names he used to call me. And..." Spike stops again. "He said he was coming back."
"Oh, damn, Spike, no wonder you skittered away. Probably thought it was Him."
"Yeah, I did for a moment. Well, more than a moment. I watched you though. Couldn't get close enough to smell if your soul was in, but you didn't do those little gestures that are all him. And I can scent you now, you're all soul-having and all."
"Good thing, that vampire sense of smell. So, did Wes and Fred give you the all-clear?"
Spike paused, and shook his head. "There some spiral of something metallic around part of my spine."
I sat up in bed, instantly worried...well okay, panicked is a better description. "Spike! Are they getting rid of it?"
"They're figuring out how to. They did their little detecting stuff and said it doesn't seem to have any harmful spells in it. Some kind of trigger linked to a powerful spell to negate magick, though exactly what magick they're not sure. Where it is they have to be really careful how they get it out."
I relaxed marginally and settled down. "Otherwise, though, all clear?" My voice conveyed my worry perhaps a little too well. Dammit, I shoud be trying to make him feel comfortable.
"Yeah, for the time being." Spike moved in closer to me. "Can we not talk about this now? Can you just..." His voice trailed off. "I'm so tired, you can't imagine how tired. I want to sleep, and I don't want to sleep alone."
Occasionally I can pick up on cues, even as generally oblivious as I am. I moved across the bed and pulled him close to me, wrapping my arms around him. He curled into me like he did as a fledge with Angelus. I blinked back the moisture in my eyes and swallowed the urge to cry. It was his privilege to do it, and he hadn't done it yet. I held him tight and close and he buried himself against me. It was all I could do for him and it was so pitifully little.
I stroked the nape of his neck and purred to him. I didn't purr often but I did it to soothe him. He purred back, a soft and broken sound compared to the usual purr. We lay like that together for a long time. It took forever, it seemed, until he was finally, truly asleep and only then did I allow myself to follow.
The next few days followed along in a terrifying haze. During the day Spike was pretending to be his old Big Bad self. God I had never realized how strong he was. If it had been me that it happened to, I don't think I would have coped. I think Wes would have me in a padded cell. And at night we did whatever he wanted. Watched TV, ate terrible junk food, played those wretched video games he loved so much. He kept pressed against me when the others weren't around. I made sure he kept getting fed fresh human blood. And when he would allow it I fed him from me. He drank like a man parched from days in the desert. Sire's blood could heal a lot of things. If it would help him, even a little, I'd feed him whatever he needed. In bed at night he still curled against me like a fledge. I purred him to sleep and held him close and prayed to be able to destroy the monster that had done this to him.
Then came the morning that we came downstairs and there was a potted plant with two enormous white flowers. Spike grabbed the card. "It's from Fred. She says the plant may have a power than can help, but you and I both need to lean down and sniff a flower at the same time." Spike looked up. "I'm game. Little Fred usually knows what she's about."
"Sure. Let's do it." Like I said, I'd do anything to help Spike with this. We both leaned down. "On the count of three," I said. "One, two, three." We both inhaled and were both hit square in the face with a blast of fine white pollen.
Spike stood up, I stood up, and we both had big patches of white centered on our noses. Spike started to dissolve in laughter and I joined him. Not some polite laughter either but huge, embarassingly loud, almost fall down laughter. It was largely the horrendous tension of the last few days. I went over to help him up. I pulled him hard enough that he fell against me.
Suddenly we weren't laughing anymore. We were gazing at each other hungrily. It was like a red haze of need. He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my hips and I walked us into the elevator. I could barely manage to push the button, because all I could think about was touching him.
The elevator opened and I carried him towards the bedroom. We got to the bed, just barely, and the frenzied rush to be naked was on. I think only our shoes and Spike's duster survived unscathed. I managed grabbing the lube. There was not going to be any sweet foreplay, neither of us needed it or even wanted it at the moment. As soon as I slicked up and squirted some into Spike I was grabbing his knees and pushing hard into him. Spike gripped my shoulder and pulled up, raining kisses on my chest. I was burying myself every thrust, the thrusts getting harder and faster. Spike's fangs found my neck and I lowered down to be on top of him instead of braced above, so I could likewise taste him. Everything became a complete and perfect fog then. Brains were a poor way to deal with such things. There was sharing and licking and the sweet cursing as the moment crashed over both of us.
It was afterwards, in the afterglow, that I felt it. This pain in my chest where there should be no pain. I get up and stagger to the bathroom, by the toilet. My gut felt like it was tightening to expel a mighty load.
It wasn't my gut, not at all. There was a great ripping away inside me, and I could see a bright green glow all around me, then I didn't feel anything.
No, but I do. "Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste," I sing, and grin at myself in the mirror. This is going to be fun...
