Last Battle
Summary: A kiss before the battle
Pairing: S/A
Distribution: just tell me where
Disclaimer: Joss Almighty, I bow before you and then play with your characters when you aren't looking.
"Angel?"
The older vampire turned, lowering his sword slightly to look at the blonde.
Spike walked forward, lowering his own axe with a quick glance at the hordes of what appeared to be orks dashing towards them. The dragon screamed overhead.
"Just – for luck, yeah? Like old times?" He swallowed nervously, but grinned.
Angel looked at him, eyes filling with some emotion he couldn't name. He stepped forward suddenly, thrusting his sword at Illyria and grabbing Spike, one arm around his back, the other around the back of his head. Spike's lips met his in a crush, and even as Spike let out a ragged breath that might have been a sob, he bit down hard on Angel's bottom lip, drawing blood.
They drew back, both mouths smeared with blood, and Spike gripped Angel's arm tightly. "Just keep fighting, yeah?"
"Never stop."
As one, the two vampires raised their weapons again, and let loose a wordless battle cry. Then the demons were upon them.