Title: Dear Boy
Writer: Azure K Mello
Part: (9/?)
Rest can be found here:
Thanks for all the feedback!!
Challenge/plot bunny by Angela (who is still reading), who wanted chipped Spike interacting with human Darla and for Angel to swoop in playing our golden boy's brooding knight!
Not Beta-ed
Setting: After Angel's Untouched and set during Buffy's Crush which has been moved up in the time line as Dru went straight to Sunnydale and was never in LA.
Rated R
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Spike was finishing his blood when Angel came back. He wiped his finger around the inside of his mug getting the last drops. And without looking up he asked, "He gone?"
"I'm sorry he was here to begin with." Angel headed directly to the microwave and got out the warm mug. He brought it over and sat back on the bed so he could watch his childe drink. At least Spike could hold the mug by himself now.
"You tried." Spike shrugged and then grimaced.
The fingers that clasped the mug shook. And Angel got up to get the half gallon of cold pigs blood. God, it was so disgusting to drink. He shook his head trying to clear his mind of the taste.
"There is a microwave," Spike point out.
"Too long to wait. If you didn't need the heat so badly I would have you chugging it cold too."
Sullenly Spike muttered, "I don't need it that badly." Angel came back to the bed and took the half empty mug away, "Bloody hell, fine I need it! Can I have it back now that you have my dignity?" Angel just shook his head in response. He placed the mug down, out of Spike's reach, as he sat on the bed. Silently Angel ripped his wrist open for the second time of the night. Studying the offered wound Spike said softly, "What are you doing?"
"Trying to feed my childe as human blood isn't healing him fast enough." Angel brushed his wrist against Spike's lower lip. "Drink."
"You haven't done this in a hundred years," said Spike as he shied away from the blood.
"No, I did this earlier, you just kept blinking out of consciousness. I need you well before-" he stopped himself from saying, "before I take you home". He didn't want Spike to get angry. "C'mon, Will, feed."
Spike heard the abrupt stop in Angel's words. But it didn't matter Spike knew how the sentence would end, "before I leave". Of course Angel would want to get out of here as soon as possible. It was surprising that Angel had come in the first place. "Ok," he said softly while not meeting his sire's eyes. And as he drank, Angel pulled him into his arms. He was glad, this way Angel couldn't see him cry. His wounds throbbed with the salt hitting them. Though he hid his face the older vampire smelt the salt and felt a dampness on his shoulder. Angel rubbed his back and hushed him softly. His comfort hurt more, one because his back was shredded up, and two because he knew his sire was gonna be gone again.
"Angel? Stay with me for a while? I'll do anything. Just don't leave yet."
Angel shuddered at hearing Spike's tone as he said, "I'll do anything". His childe would rather be raped than be alone. Rape. That was all he could call what the majority of his and Spike's couplings had been. It was what he technically thought of as consensual rape. William had never denied him but that didn't mean he had wanted it. He loved his sire and wanted his sire but he didn't want to be treated the way Angelus had treated him. All it had been for Will was pain mixed with desperate hope, hope that Angelus would see him for what he was, hope that Angelus would love him. "You don't need to do anything, Will, I'm staying," Angel finally said.
"Why? What's in this for you?" asked Spike sounding genuinely confused.
Shame swept over Angel, "I just want to be your sire. That's my job."
"So this is about responsibility? If that's all you *can* leave. You gave me your blood and enough human blood to last me a few weeks. That fulfills your moral obligation."
"Just a minute ago you begged me to stay."
"That was when I could offer you something. You never welsh on a deal but you have broken promises. And I want to be sure you'll be here in the morning."
"I swear on my mother's grave that I'll be here."
"You killed your mother."
"I swear on my soul." And then after a long silence Angel asked, "Would anyone break in here?"
"No one's that stupid."
"Then let me get us a hotel room? You can take a real bath and get rested up in a place with air conditioning."
"Ok," Spike said softly looking at the floor, "but I can't stand up."
Smiling Angel handed him the half empty bottle of human blood, "Drink it cold, try not to focus on the taste. I'll help you up the stairs."
Writer: Azure K Mello
Part: (9/?)
Rest can be found here:
Thanks for all the feedback!!
Challenge/plot bunny by Angela (who is still reading), who wanted chipped Spike interacting with human Darla and for Angel to swoop in playing our golden boy's brooding knight!
Not Beta-ed
Setting: After Angel's Untouched and set during Buffy's Crush which has been moved up in the time line as Dru went straight to Sunnydale and was never in LA.
Rated R
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Spike was finishing his blood when Angel came back. He wiped his finger around the inside of his mug getting the last drops. And without looking up he asked, "He gone?"
"I'm sorry he was here to begin with." Angel headed directly to the microwave and got out the warm mug. He brought it over and sat back on the bed so he could watch his childe drink. At least Spike could hold the mug by himself now.
"You tried." Spike shrugged and then grimaced.
The fingers that clasped the mug shook. And Angel got up to get the half gallon of cold pigs blood. God, it was so disgusting to drink. He shook his head trying to clear his mind of the taste.
"There is a microwave," Spike point out.
"Too long to wait. If you didn't need the heat so badly I would have you chugging it cold too."
Sullenly Spike muttered, "I don't need it that badly." Angel came back to the bed and took the half empty mug away, "Bloody hell, fine I need it! Can I have it back now that you have my dignity?" Angel just shook his head in response. He placed the mug down, out of Spike's reach, as he sat on the bed. Silently Angel ripped his wrist open for the second time of the night. Studying the offered wound Spike said softly, "What are you doing?"
"Trying to feed my childe as human blood isn't healing him fast enough." Angel brushed his wrist against Spike's lower lip. "Drink."
"You haven't done this in a hundred years," said Spike as he shied away from the blood.
"No, I did this earlier, you just kept blinking out of consciousness. I need you well before-" he stopped himself from saying, "before I take you home". He didn't want Spike to get angry. "C'mon, Will, feed."
Spike heard the abrupt stop in Angel's words. But it didn't matter Spike knew how the sentence would end, "before I leave". Of course Angel would want to get out of here as soon as possible. It was surprising that Angel had come in the first place. "Ok," he said softly while not meeting his sire's eyes. And as he drank, Angel pulled him into his arms. He was glad, this way Angel couldn't see him cry. His wounds throbbed with the salt hitting them. Though he hid his face the older vampire smelt the salt and felt a dampness on his shoulder. Angel rubbed his back and hushed him softly. His comfort hurt more, one because his back was shredded up, and two because he knew his sire was gonna be gone again.
"Angel? Stay with me for a while? I'll do anything. Just don't leave yet."
Angel shuddered at hearing Spike's tone as he said, "I'll do anything". His childe would rather be raped than be alone. Rape. That was all he could call what the majority of his and Spike's couplings had been. It was what he technically thought of as consensual rape. William had never denied him but that didn't mean he had wanted it. He loved his sire and wanted his sire but he didn't want to be treated the way Angelus had treated him. All it had been for Will was pain mixed with desperate hope, hope that Angelus would see him for what he was, hope that Angelus would love him. "You don't need to do anything, Will, I'm staying," Angel finally said.
"Why? What's in this for you?" asked Spike sounding genuinely confused.
Shame swept over Angel, "I just want to be your sire. That's my job."
"So this is about responsibility? If that's all you *can* leave. You gave me your blood and enough human blood to last me a few weeks. That fulfills your moral obligation."
"Just a minute ago you begged me to stay."
"That was when I could offer you something. You never welsh on a deal but you have broken promises. And I want to be sure you'll be here in the morning."
"I swear on my mother's grave that I'll be here."
"You killed your mother."
"I swear on my soul." And then after a long silence Angel asked, "Would anyone break in here?"
"No one's that stupid."
"Then let me get us a hotel room? You can take a real bath and get rested up in a place with air conditioning."
"Ok," Spike said softly looking at the floor, "but I can't stand up."
Smiling Angel handed him the half empty bottle of human blood, "Drink it cold, try not to focus on the taste. I'll help you up the stairs."
