Title: Dear Boy
Writer: Azure K Mello
Part: (15/?)
Thanks for all the feedback!!
Challenge/plot bunny by Angela 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 directly after 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
Note: in this story Buffy isn't a total bitch. Are ya shocked? Also a bit of this is focused on Xander angst. Sorry if it offends.
Spike shook his head slowly and pulled back from Angel. He studied his sire with a scared look as he said, "No, please. Please don't leave me here. I want to come with you." Panic overwhelmed him and he started to breathe unneeded air. "You said I could come with you. You said you weren't going to leave me. I don't want you to leave again. Please." His voice was so soft, so beseeching it made Angel hurt.
"Will, I'm not leaving you. I meant do you want us to stay? Do you want me to move out here? You won't have to leave your friends." He ran his hands comfortingly over the boy's shoulder.
"What about your friends?"
"They manage without me."
"You'll miss them," said Spike sounding as though he was searching for reasons to go to LA.
"I'll visit. If you want to be here this is where I am."
Looking around Spike shuddered. "Too many bad memories here."
"I could get us a nice apartment."
"Why are you trying so hard? I thought you wanted me to leave here."
"I do, God, you have no idea how badly I want to just take you away from all the whole fucking world. LA isn't far enough for me." Angel let go off Spike's shoulder to rub his creased forehead, "I would have you on some island where no one could hurt you or take up your time. I want you safe and all to myself. But I can't have that. Darla came back and it made me think a lot about the past and what I should have done. And then I came here and I saw your door open and I smelt all the blood and I thought you were dead. I thought I was going to find a blood puddle with some ashes floating on it. And I was so fucking relieved you were still here. I wanna make up for the past. I want to treat you like I always should have. So if you want to stay here we'll do that."
"It wouldn't be fair to the whelp. To rub his nose in it while you're acting all sire like. We should go. The sooner the better. They can visit us right?" he sounded as though he expected Angel to say no.
"Of course they can. I own a hotel, they can have their own rooms if they like."
Spike smiled, "You would hate that."
Angel was silent and finally said, "They're important to you."
"All those people milling around, laughing, cutting into your brooding time."
"I would hate it," agreed Angel. "But they're important to you." Spike smiled a victorious smile. "Shut up," Angel said affectionately.
"Only Xander's important to me. . . and the bit. . . and red. . . and her girl. . . and sometimes Giles when he's in a particularly, "huzzah for all things English" phase and he buys me weetabix."
"So everyone but Buffy?" He smiled and then asked, "What happened to Xander's girlfriend?"
"She dumped him, went back to the vengeance demon gig." He smiled at Angel looking truly happy, "We gonna go home soon?"
"Well we have to finish packing up here. And then we should go back to the hotel and wait until nightfall when we go say our goodbyes."
Spike leaned forward and kissed Angel. It was their first real kiss in a hundred years. Slow and explorative, lips moved together tentatively like they'd never met before while tongues touched like they'd never been parted. When he finally pulled back Spike spoke against Angel's lips, "Missed you, Sire."
Pulling his youngest close Angel breathed in Spike's scent, "I've missed you, Childe, good sweet boy."
And with that they got to work. Angel stopped trying to make Spike not help. Together they got the U-haul truck that Angel had rented full. At the end Spike put his bike into the back.
"That's a nice motorcycle," said Angel, "where did you get it?"
As though speaking to a small stupid child Spike said, "I stole it." He smiled then, "The Desoto's still in LA since the Gem of Amarra debacle." He shut the back of the truck and looked at his sire with tired eyes, "Let's get back to the hotel?"
