My Everything
He really is beautiful. Angel looked over at his sleeping lover. Spike was enjoying his post-orgasmic slumber, curled up against Angel peacefully.
The two ensouled vampires had been together openly for about 4 months ever since Spike showed up at Angel's door, hanging onto his sanity by a thread. During the past months they had spent many days just like this; Making love for hours then falling asleep in each other's arms.
But today was different. Because when Spike awakes, Angel planned to tell him that he was in love with him. Spike has professed his (literally) undying love for him at the brink of passion every night, but Angel had never repeated it. It wasn't that he didn't. He did. But he was nervous about actually saying it.
Over the hour or two Angel watched Spike sleep as he thought about what Spike actually was to him. Tried to find one word to sum up what this wonderful man meant to him. His lover? But his Will was so much more than that. His Childe. His Love. His Will. My Everything. Beautiful. Obnoxious. Persistent. Loving. Passionate. So many things, his Will was. Angel couldn't imagine his unlife without him. So now it's time to tell him. But what if he laughs? What if he-
"You look constipated, mate."
Angel jumped slightly and looked down at his childe who was propped up on his elbow staring at him with intense blue eyes. He smiled. So beautiful. Then he blinked. What?
"What?"
Spike grinned. "You have that strained look you get when you think too hard."
Angel was too busy being nervous to be amused. "ha-ha" he said distractedly.
Spike looked concerned. "Angel what's wrong?"
Angel shook his head. "Nothing. I'm fine. Really." He offered his lover a smile and leaned in for a kiss. One kiss became two. And three. And for. Five. Six. And soon Spike was inside Angel and they were both orgasming. As he came back down, Angel smiled and stroked the side of Spike's face.
"Will, I have to say something. I-"Angel was stopped by the door busting open.