Title: Drawn From Memory
Author: Spike's Heart
Email: spikes_heart@yahoo.com
Pairing: Tiny hint of Aus/Wm
Rating: PG
Setting: All Roads Lead To Rome - Post Damage – AtS Season 5 – 5x11
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd treat them nicer than Joss ever did.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Archive: Ask me, nicely.
Warning: Hints of slash, one naughty word
A/N: It's my therapy session, my issues.
Summary: Angel reflects on his past with Spike
Drawn From Memory
When he's sure Spike is asleep, Angel slinks back into the small, dark infirmary room, and pulls a chair up to the side of the bed. He's brought his sketchpad and some soft graphite sticks, but as yet, he just observes the still figure in complete repose.
Angel remembers, all too clearly, many nights just watching Spike, then William, peacefully curled up next to him in his bed, after a long night of pain and pleasure. Fully sated, his Will looked like a rumpled angel; face slack with pleasure, a small smile curling his lips upward. Ghosting his fingers over Spike's smooth skin, Angel recalled aching to touch, to caress, to stroke to full hardness... to awaken the devil once more. Instead, he'd crawl silently out of bed, pull out his sketchpad, and commit the beauty before him to paper, never wanting to forget…
Brought back to the present by a small shift in the figure sleeping before him, Angel realized a new sketch was unnecessary. He could draw Spike from memory, just by closing his eyes.
His reflective mood was immediately shot, when, from the direction of the bed came in deep, fuck me tones… "Oi, ponce… quit the brooding and cuddle up," followed by a weak slap to his head. "Seems I've got some motor function comin' back, and I want to share."
Quickly, Angel shucked his clothing, pulled up a corner of the blanket and slipped into bed. Once more enfolded in his grandsire's arms, the pair of angels slept like the dead.
