((A/N: Old openonsunday challenge, enemies. S/A slash, just 100 words. Kind of… blunt, yeah?))
They kiss like enemies- no passive yielding, but a silent argument full of bloodied tongues and clicking teeth, a continuation of everything else between them. Angel grips the back of Spike's neck, pushing him back and pulling him foreword in a kittenish display of dominance. Spike retaliates with a growl, jerking back bare inches to slide freed fangs into a soft lower lip, regaining his lost ground when he's rewarded by a helpless groan. The blood tastes like anger and lust, and that old familial hatred that stands in for love.
They kiss like enemies. They will never be friends.