Title: Strangers in the Night
Chapter#: (19/20)
Author Name: Spike's Slayer Vixen
Author Email: sara_pridmore@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: You know I don't own them, I know I don't own them, but I
have to say it anyway so Joss won't sue.
Pairings: B/A/S
Category: Drama
Summary: Angel finds his own way of comforting Spike after Drusilla's
death.
Spoilers: This story is not set in a certain season. We are to assume
that Angel has his soul, but will not lose it when he sleeps with
Buffy. This may also seem reminiscent of "I Will Remember You".
Rating: NC-17
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Thank you so much for all of your feedback and support. You guys have
kept me going! I love you!
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Buffy felt on top of the world when they walked into the mansion that
night. Everything was coming together for her after all of this time.
Her mother was going to rehab to get the help she needed. Angel and
Spike were both human *and* retained their vampiric fighting
abilities. Best of all, they were both hers, and hers alone. She
laughed to herself when she thought about how jealous Cordelia and
her friends were of Angel being Buffy's boyfriend. Just think about
how mad they would be if they found out that Angel *and* Spike were
hers. And they *were* hers, and she knew it. She had never been so
confident about anything in her life. She had questioned her father's
love before, and lord knows she had questioned her mother's love, but
she would never have to question Angel's and Spike's love for her.
However, her good mood didn't last long as she quickly began to
realize that something was troubling Spike.
As soon as they walked in the door, he was headed upstairs. "I'm
gonna go lay down for a while," he mumbled back to them. "I'm not
feelin' well." He trudged up the stairs, his shoulders slumped. Buffy
and Angel watched him disappear out of sight and then listened as
they heard the door to his bedroom slam.
Buffy turned questioning eyes to Angel. "I don't get it," she said in
confusion. "I thought he would be happy now that he has his strength
back, but he seems so down and depressed. What do you think is wrong
with him?"
Angel put his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her
head. "He *is* happy about getting his strength back and all. Of
course he is. We both are. Now, we can stay here with you and fight
at your side and everything is going to be alright. You have to
understand something about Spike, though, Buffy. He cared deeply for
Drusilla for many, many years. She was his sire. Staking her tonight
was probably *the* hardest thing he has ever had to do. I'm sure he
feels like he betrayed her. He probably even hates himself a little
right now for actually going through with it. Don't get me wrong,
there is no doubt in my mind that he loves you more than he has ever
loved anyone else. I don't even think that love for Drusilla is the
issue here. Just imagine having to kill Xander or Willow or Giles.
Think about how hard that would be for you," Angel told her gently.
Buffy looked at him with tears sparkling in her eyes. "Oh, Angel, I
didn't realize. I mean, he must be in so much pain. I feel so badly.
Is there anything we can do for him?"
"The best thing we can do for Spike might well be leaving him alone,"
Angel told her. "He needs time to come to terms with things. He needs
time to find closure."
Buffy stared down at her shoes in shame. She had been so caught up in
herself that she hadn't even considered how Drusilla's death was
affecting Spike. She had noticed that he hadn't said more than two
words on the way home, but she had thought that maybe he was just
tired. She hated the fact that there wasn't anything to do to help
ease the pain for him. Angel's words had really hit home. She didn't
know if she would ever be able to kill one of her friends if it came
down to it, and she hadn't known them anytime compared to how long
Spike and Drusilla had been together. It had taken a lot of strength
for Spike to do what he had done. She knew that she couldn't possibly
grasp the pain he was going through. It would be an insult to him to
try. There was only one other person that could know what he was
going through. She looked up at Angel through her lashes. He had
staked his own sire shortly after Buffy had met him, and he had done
it for her. He never talked about it, but she knew that it had been
hard for him. Suddenly, she got an idea about how they could help
Spike.
"Angel, honey, I think that you should go up there and be with him,"
she told him in a pleading voice. "I know that you think he should be
alone, but I have to disagree. Being along right now is the last
thing he needs. It's not good to let things like this eat you up
inside, you know?" Angel looked as if he was about to say no, but she
didn't give him a chance. "Come on, Angel, please? Do this for Spike.
Do this for me. Do this for all of us," she pleaded.
Angel sighed heavily. He should have known better than to even think
about saying no to her. She always got her way. "Alright, alright,"
he relented, holding up his hands. "I'll go up there, but I don't
know how that is going to help him. What am I supposed to say to make
something like this all better?"
Buffy gave him a sly little smile. "Actually, I was thinking other
ways that you could comfort him that really doesn't require talking,"
she said suggestively. She squealed when Angel slapped her on the
butt lightly.
"You are terrible, you know that?" he asked, a big smile lighting up
his face. She stuck her tongue at him. He grabbed her, gently nipping
at her tongue. Then he crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply.
His tongue dueled with hers feverishly, eliciting a soft moan from
her. "So do you think that after I've cheered Spike up, you might
want to join us?" he asked in a husky voice.
"I might be able to be persuaded," she said nonchalantly, twirling
her hair around her finger. She pressed up against him, grinding into
him slowly. "But first you have to go up there and make Spike feel
better," she reminded him. She gave him a little shove towards the
stairs. "And don't come back until you've fucked him into a better
mood!"
Spike was sitting in his room alone, staring at the wall. The tears
had came in a torrent when he had first made it up here and shut the
door. He had sank to the floor and cried his heart out. Now, there
were no more tears left. He felt horrible. Drusilla had willingly
helped them, and what had he done to repay her? He had driven a
wooden stake through her heart. He had lied to everyone when he said
that he was doing it out of love for her. In reality, he was doing it
out of anger and hurt. She had pushed him away after all he had done
for her, just because he was human again. Did she push away Angel? Oh
no, not her precious Daddy. Angel wreaked of humanity, but she had
fallen to her knees in submission for him. She would do anything for
Angel, but what did she do for Spike? She had tried to claw *his*
bloody eyes out, that's what. After all of those years and years of
taking care of her, of submitting to her every whim, she cared
nothing for him. He had taken pleasure in driving that piece of wood
into her heart, and now he felt an unbearable guilt for it.
He didn't acknowledge Angel when he walked into the room, but he knew
he was there. He heard the door creak open quietly. He felt the bed
dip down behind him, and then he felt Angel's strong arms wrap around
him. Spike leaned back against the other male's strong, solid chest,
grateful for the comfort and support. "I know what you are feeling,
my childe. I understand your pain," Angel whispered against his ear.
Spike closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Angel's warm breath
against his ear. "No, sire, you don't understand. I feel so horrible
because-"
"Because it felt so good when you staked her," Angel interrupted.
Spike gasped in surprise. "I told you, William, I know what you are
feeling. I felt the same thing when I staked Darla. I don't know if I
have ever felt more pleasure than I did the moment I shoved that
stake right through that bitch's heart. You saw her be cruel to me,
but you weren't around for the worst of it. She tortured me for a
good half of a century before you were even around. And even after
you and Dru became part of our family, you didn't see the horrors
that she made me submit to. She used to chain me to the bed and skin
me, cutting off a little piece at a time. When I would cry out, she
would pour salt on me. Sometimes, when I was lucky, I would black out
from the pain. I took her torture for centuries, and then had to deal
with the pain of her disowning me when I got my soul back. Yes, all
of it was painful, but when she tried to kill Buffy, it was the last
straw. I plunged that stake into her with a song in my heart. Later,
I felt guilty for taking pleasure in killing her. She was my sire.
Without her, I wouldn't be where I am today. I wouldn't have ever
been around to know Buffy's love. In the end, though, I knew it was
the right thing to do and the tears I had shed for her were too many.
She didn't deserve my tears," Angel said in a soothing tone. Angel
chose to ignore the desire to correct Spike and himself for referring
to each other as if they were still vampires. Angel was no longer
Spike's sire, but he knew that deep down inside of them, it would
always feel that way.
"I guess after all of those years of Dru using me, she had it
coming," Spike said, sniffling. Somehow, he felt better after hearing
Angel's story. It made him realize that he had done everything for
Drusilla, and that she hadn't appreciated it one bit. She had left
him time and time again for Angelus, only coming back to him after
she had been beaten severely and tortured. She had just used him all
of that time.
Angel laid Spike back onto the bed so that he was leaning over him,
looking down at him. "You always did deserve better than her," he
told Spike softly, leaning down to kiss him. Their kiss deepened with
each passing second, becoming frantic with need. Angel's hands went
to Spike's waistband, pulling his black t-shirt free. He stripped him
of his shirt and then freed himself of his own. Spike's nimble hands
worked franticly with the fly of his jeans, quickly unbuttoning and
unzipping, and then stripped them down his legs. He laid there,
gloriously naked, his body a work of perfection. He was like a statue
made of white marble, absolutely flawless. Angel groaned in need,
shoving his own pants down his legs and onto the floor. He met Spike
in the center of the bed, where he pinned the smaller male down. "You
are mine," Angel whispered to him, grinding against him sensuously.
Their cocks rubbed together, creating a pleasant friction. "Tonight
is about you, William," Angel whispered as he slid down Spike's body.
Spike's eyes widened as he realized what Angel was up to.
Angel gripped Spike's cock, delicately licking the pre-come from the
tip. Spike hissed in pleasure at the feeling of Angel's tongue
against the head of his cock. Angel sucked the tip into his mouth,
swirling his tongue around it and sucking enthusiastically. "Oh fuck,
Angel!" Spike breathed. "That is so fucking good." Angel smiled to
himself, taking all of Spike's substantial length into his mouth at
once, driving him to the edge of his throat. "Holy shit, where the
bloody hell did you learn to suck dick like this?" Spike yelped, his
eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Angel bobbed his head up and down
over Spike's cock, stroking his shaft with one of his hands. The
other hand cupped Spike's heavy balls, rolling them and fondling
them. Spike arched into Angel's mouth, his body tense with his
oncoming orgasm. Angel picked up the pace of his ministrations,
causing Spike's entire body to shudder while he spilled his hot come
into Angel's mouth. Angel swallowed hungrily, licking up every last
drop. Spike laid there against the pillows, looking at Angel from
under hooded lids. He flipped over onto his stomach and began to
raise up on his hands and knees.
"What do you think you're doing, boy?" Angel asked sharply.
Spike looked at him in confusion. "Sire? I thought you wanted to-"
"I thought I told you that tonight was about you," Angel said, the
twinkle in his eyes betraying the sternness in his voice.
"Sire, I don't think I understand," Spike said uncertainly. Angel
reached over into the bedside drawer, searching for a moment before
he found what he was looking for. He tossed a small tube at Spike.
Spike caught it, turning it over in his hand. It was a small tube of
strawberry lube.
"I don't think it's that complicated, my boy," Angel said, moving
Spike over and taking his place in the center of the bed. He knelt
there on his hands and knees, his legs spread and his ass in the air.
Spike's eyes widened in surprise. Never in all of these centuries had
Angel been in the submissive position. In their relationship, Spike
had always been the fuckee, rather than the fucker. Now, Spike stared
at him in disbelief, realizing that Angel wanted Spike to fuck him.
With shaking hands, Spike squirted some of the lube into his hand,
running it over his cock and hissing in pleasure at the sensation.
Then he coated two fingers, pressing them gently into Angel's tight
passage. Spike was surprised to find that this hadn't been the first
time Angel had been entered. "We all pay our dues when we are first
turned," Angel explained. Spike took a deep breath, positioning his
cock at Angel's entrance. He pushed in slowly, his eyes nearly
crossing at the sensation. Angel's muscles clenched around him
tightly, causing a painful pleasure unlike any Spike had experienced
before. He was still for a moment, giving Angel time to adjust to his
intrusion before he began to thrust into him. At first, Spike tried
to be slow and gentle. However, it soon became clear that Angel was
getting more pleasure than pain from the experience, and Spike began
to thrust into him quicker and harder. Spike felt his balls began to
tighten as his climax grew close and reached around to stroke Angel's
fully erect cock with one hand. In a matter of seconds, the two men
climaxed together, crying out each other's names in ecstasy.
Spike collapsed onto the bed beside Angel, pulling him to his side.
Angel rested his head on Spike's shoulder in contentment. "Sire, I-I
don't quite know what to say," Spike stuttered in amazement. "There
are no words to tell you what this has meant to me. I know that I'm
not worthy."
"Wrong, William. I told you, we are equals now, in every sense. I
love you, and I want you to know that without a shadow of a doubt. We
have been given a second chance, Will. We have to embrace and make
the most of every moment we have. You and Buffy are the most
important people in my life. I would lay down my life for both of you
without hesitation. We are going to be together, laughing and loving
and fucking until we are old and gray. Never doubt my love for you,
or my devotion. Now, if you think you are up for it, there is a
certain little blonde who is waiting for us up in my room. What do
you say we go see what's she's up to? I'd hate to disappoint her," he
said, a smile curving his soft, supple lips.
Spike's clear blue eyes met Angel's warm brown ones. "Sounds like a
plan, mate. I just want to get washed up a bit first. The Slayer will
be good and pissed off if we come to her all covered in strawberry
lube and jizz." The two men padded into the bathroom that connected
to Spike's room and took a nice steamy shower before going off in
search of their naughty little Slayer.
They found her laying in the middle of Angel's king size bed on her
stomach, wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong. She smiled when
she heard them suck in sharp breaths as their eyes raked over her
perfect, naked form. She looked over her shoulder, batting her
eyelashes at them seductively. "Hey, boys. Did you finally decide to
come and play?" she asked, her voice full of lust. The two men
exchanged a look before racing over to the bed to ravish her
properly. That sexy little Slayer would be the death of them, but oh,
what a way to go.
