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Thicker Than Water
By Tara R.
An encounter down
by the waterfront.
Spike/Angel(us). Spoilers only for AtS
S2 "Darla" and BtVS S5 "Fool for Love"
Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with M/M situations or are under age
in your area. Or are uncomfortable with dead rats.
disclaimer stuff: Everything here is the property of Mutant Enemy et al and no
copyright infringement is intended. This is a non-profit enterprise.
thanks to Janey, Loola and Codename Joaquinista for reading this/critiquing
it/massaging my ego. (Delete as appropriate. You know who you are.)
big sloppy thank yous to the people who gave me feed back for Three Vampires
- your comments were very much appreciated.
I went back before dawn; they were still cowering there, praying to their God
for salvation. They didn't know that their only savior was at the waterfront,
dining on rats.
walls of the city vibrated with riotous drumming. War chants and screaming
filled the air, echoing behind the hot snap of fire and the crackle of gunshots.
Spike’s favourite part, however, was the smell. Terror, waves of it, thickened
the smell of the city, touched with the slight sweetness of aggression. Fury.
The waterfront was almost deserted. Thin, dirty, the Huangpu river seemed
stagnant in this part of the city, the poorest part. It lay lank and greasy
against muddy banks, and reflected a horizon lit up by burning buildings, and
splintered by the tall tapering masts of junks resting over night.
ran down the wooden slatted path that led to the riverbank, inhaling deeply and
then regretting it. Down here by the water, the foul smell of rotting wood and
old vegetables was almost overwhelming – especially for vampire senses. But he
couldn’t stay inside.
than the buildings, Spike’s skin was still burning from his earlier killing.
He could feel her blood rushing through him, making him stronger, faster, more
alive. It was exhilarating. He wanted to fight and fuck and everything in
between. He wanted to kill. So he’d snuck out, leaving Drusilla sleeping
(he’d never need to sleep again) and crept between the riots and missionaries
to find a kill he could take a nice long time over.
had spotted the young woman crouched over a stinking dead body in a doorway. He
had shown her his true face to make her run, and then chased her down here.
Against the water he could hear the butterfly-flutter of her racing heartbeat.
stilled, focusing on the sound, on where she was hiding. A breeze picked up her
scent and carried it to him. She was just ahead of him. Moving forward silently
he followed the smell, the sound, every tell tale sign that told him where she
was, until he came to the water’s edge. The heartbeat stuttered and increased.
Spike grinned. She was here, tucked almost underneath a small rickety dock, and
she was shivering.
ceremony, he reached down and dragged her out by her long black hair. She was
crying, stuttering in Chinese. He didn’t need to speak the lingo to know what
she was saying – pleading was an international language.
took her arms and lifted her up until her head was level with his, her toes just
dancing on the floor, and he grinned as she struggled and kicked. A well-aimed
foot made him wince briefly and he shook her, feeling her bones giving and
shifting. She bit her tongue. The smell of her blood filled the air, and she
licked her lips, coating them in red.
screamed as Spike snapped back into game-face. He could feel her heartbeat
pounding through her veins, his still body picking up the vibrations. For these
few precious moments he had a heartbeat again. His head made to swoop down, eyes
focused on that delicious blue vein in her throat.
full yet boy?”
head snapped back up. His body jerked taut as for the first time he started to
assess his surroundings. He picked up movement from the corner of his eye, and
for a moment the gloom danced and flickered and he couldn’t trust his senses,
couldn’t see who it was.
the blurs solidified and Angelus stepped out of the shadow of a boat nearby.
What light there was lit his face harshly, making him look even harder and
colder than usual.
having a quick nibble.” Spike said jauntily, though he couldn’t quite manage
a smile. This new Angelus, this only recently returned Angelus, was an unknown
entity. Spike had found himself increasingly unnerved by the watchful stillness,
especially when they were alone. He didn’t know now how this Angelus would
react to things. Spike hadn’t felt this feeble hesitancy since he was first
turned. It was… unnerving. He didn’t like it.
were in full light.” Angelus said quietly, casually inspecting his nails.
“And didn’t even bother to check for danger. Careless. Thought I taught you
better than that.”
glared. Angelus was criticising first – some things never changed. “Well I
forgot a lot of things in the two years you were gone. Like how to take
expected a frown, but Angelus surprised him with the hint of a wry smile.
“Darla must be losing her touch.”
conceded this with a nod. Then he spoke again, the words pulsing out of him
before he could stop them; a life of their own. “You forgot things too.
Forgot to say goodbye. Forgot to say when you’d be back. Forgot my name is
Spike, now. Not Boy, or Sweet William, or any other pansy name you have for me.
just looked at him impassively, unimpressed. Spike shook his head once,
snappily, and sighed. He was irritated with himself for saying the things that
had been going round in his head since he’d walked into Darla’s suite and
seen Angelus there, reclining on her bed as though he’d never been away.
hands tightened around the girl who had gone limp in his hands. She’d fainted.
Fuck, it was so much more fun when they were awake. He shook her, trying to
rouse her, stepping closer to Angelus as he did. He wanted to get away from
whining Will and be Spike again. Spike wouldn’t give a fuck what Angelus did.
a drink? I could be persuaded to share.” He let a shred of flippancy into his
hesitated, eyes darkening as his looked at the girl. He looked hungry. HE
stepped forward, almost stumbling, and then stopped. “No… thank you. I just
eyebrows rose in surprise. “Never known you to refuse a meal before.”
glowered. “She isn’t much of a meal.”
scrawny little thing, for sure.” He shrugged. “Oh well, your loss and all
that…” He bent his head to her neck, then noticed that Angelus had turned
Not even gonna watch?” Angelus was definitely not himself.
eat like a pig,” was all the response he got.
snorted a laugh. “Oink.” He said, and returned to his meal. He sank his
fangs slowly into her neck, enjoying the layers of flesh. He shook his head
messily to maximise the damage and flow. Blood gushed into his mouth. Young,
delicious, hot… God she was so hot.
tightened his grip, losing himself in the sensation of draining her. He felt her
wake up with the kick of her heartbeat, and the muscles under his teeth flexed
as she tried to gasp. Instead a gush of blood filled her throat where his fangs
had completely pierced, and she started to choke and splutter. He grinned around
he found himself eating air.
he said, stumbling with the loss of her weight to keep his balance. He looked up
to see Angelus holding her by the arm.
enough.” Angelus said briefly, before turning to the girl. “Get lost.” He
shook her once, roughly, to make sure she didn’t pass out again.
the fuck was that?” Spike asked, watching as his dinner staggered up the bank.
He was too shocked to even attempt to stop her escaping. “Angelus?”
stayed silent, staring into the dirty water. As always, Spike could handle
anything except silence.
What’s going on?” He stared at Angelus’ back. “You got something better
in mind? Or is this some new kink? Saving people? C’mon, what’s the game?”
not a game.” Angelus glanced up, looked as though he were about to turn away
again, when his attention was snagged. He walked towards Spike slowly, and Spike
didn’t know whether to back away or meet him in the middle. He settled for
shifting nervously on his feet. Had he done something to warrant a beating? He
couldn’t remember. He could never remember.
stopped when the toes of his shoes touched the tips of Spike’s much dirtier
ones. Spike tipped his head back slightly to meet his gaze. But Angelus wasn’t
looking at his eyes. He brought a hand up and stroked a finger diagonally across
silence was deafening. Angelus traced the finger down Spike’s face, finally
hooking it under his jaw and pushing his chin up.
throat tightened with the movement and he didn’t know whether he wanted to
laugh or the other thing. Angelus was behaving so oddly. Did he want to fuck? He
didn’t usually waste time with gentle touches. Maybe he was looking for a
fight, but, well, ditto. Spike swallowed through the constriction, and
Angelus’ eyes followed the movement.
His throat seized up. He tried again. “Angelu—”
up, boy.” said Angelus, his eyes sliding down the column of Spike’s neck.
paused, then said, very very softly but clearly. “I'm not your fucking boy.”
expected to be hit. Maybe even wanted it. But Angelus merely responded quietly
with: “No. You’re not.”
was unsure how to respond to that. So he got cocky. He tipped his head back.
“That’s right. I’m better. I killed a slayer not four hours ago. And I
don’t fucking save people. You really are living up to your name, Angel.”
said Angelus bitterly. “That’s right. I'm an Angel.” He wrapped his hands
around Spike’s upper arms and bent his head to Spike’s neck, inhaling deeply
before dragging his tongue along the length. Spike was so surprised he let out a
faint yelp and felt immediately ashamed. But it was brief and wet and almost
ticklish and felt surprisingly… good. Angelus pulled back, his eyes dilated,
licking his lips vaguely.
lowered his head again, lips against Spike’s neck. “How did it taste?” he
muttered, and Spike shivered as his felt Angelus’ lips, breath and voice
against his skin.
He felt dazed, these two caresses more intimate-seeming than years of fucking.
head came up, close and frowning. “The girl, her blood, I want to know how it
tasted.” He shook him slightly.
frowned. “Well, like blood. You know how that tastes.”
growled. “Just fucking tell me. Describe it to me.”
felt bewildered. Again. Fucking hell, what does he want from me? he thought.
Angelus’ eyes were black in the light, his body pressed so tightly that Spike
felt the automatic need for fresh air for the first time in years.
hot.” He said, not sure what the game was. But then, Angelus had said it
wasn’t a game, hadn’t he? “Yeah, hot and kind of spicy. Rich, and sweet
‘cause I’d been chasing her, and you know how you always said that made it
closed his eyes, crowded in even further. Their foreheads touched. “Yes. I
remember. Don’t stop.”
wasn’t sure he had much more to say, but knew when not to disobey. He started
to get creative. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad, this poetry stuff, after all. “It
sort of exploded into my mouth as her flesh gave; popped. It was juicy, like
figs, and slick, pumping into me, heating me. She tasted like honey and butter
together, sweat and blood…”
was panting ever so slightly now. It was the first time Spike had ever seen his
Sire do something so blatantly human. It made his voice stutter to a halt, and
Angelus to opened his eyes. He looked hazy and languid, like a long slow fuck.
Spike felt himself harden.
looked at his forehead again, then at his neck, then at his mouth, and lowered
his head once more. Spike expected a kiss, and parted his lips, but instead felt
Angelus’ tongue stroke lightly at the corner of his mouth, just a taste. He
pulled back for just a second, and Spike licked his lips automatically. Their
was a long pause in which neither of them moved. Then suddenly Angelus lunged,
pushing into Spike’s lips roughly, making his head snap back. This was more of
a bite than a kiss, it was unsubtle and rough and painful and there was some
had been surprised at how much he’d liked the gentle touches. But this he knew
he loved. His fingers twitched at his side, wanting something to touch, to grab.
Angelus’ tongue pushed into his mouth, and he caressed it with his own,
winding his body around Angelus’ at the same time as his mouth opened and he
let his head fall back, passive and accepting. It was a response that had been
half beaten into him years earlier, and one which he had down to a fine art.
he realised, this kiss was different to any they’d shared before. For the
first time Spike didn’t really feel like Angelus was kissing him. This was…
different. This was more like Dru’s kisses, he realised. When she kissed him
she was almost never really there. Sometimes, certainly, it was carnal and
immediate and bloody wonderful. But sometimes it was something else. Something
distracted and not a kiss, but as though she were searching for something else.
She often had visions during sex.
kiss was like that, and Spike wondered what Angelus was searching for. He was
being kissed breathlessly, deeply, Angelus’ tongue searching his mouth as
though… suddenly, Spike understood. This wasn’t about him. This was about
blood. It had all been about blood. The touch to the forehead – he hadn’t
washed since killing the slayer; the lick on his neck – where the girl’s
blood had trickled down; and this kiss. He wanted a taste.
eyes opened and he tried to pull away, wanting to tell Angelus to find his own
dinner, but Angelus brought a hand up and tangled it in Spike’s hair. The
kiss, if possible, deepened. Angelus stopped demanding, and started stroking,
and it made Spike, against his better judgment, want to purr. Any protest hazed
away and his eyes drifted closed again. This was probably the longest kiss
they’d ever shared and Spike felt himself losing to it. To Angelus. He
moved closer and felt a bulge pressing against his hip. He rubbed his body
against Angelus’, who in turn thrust back, pushing and stumbling until Spike
realised they were in the shadow of the ship where Angelus had been lurking.
felt the cold wood of the junk against his back, and as Angelus pushed against
him again, getting into a rhythm, echoing the drumbeats that made the shacks
along the waterfront shudder. He felt little splinters work into his skin
through his top. Fuck, that hurt. Miniature stakes, he supposed.
mouths parted briefly and Spike was left gasping. He hadn’t realised that
he’d missed this. Angelus gave him a darkling look in the half-light and
pushed a hand in between their bodies, worming his way into the front of
felt the easy tug of familiar routines pull at him. There was nothing quite like
this feeling of being bound down, at someone’s mercy. At Angelus’ mercy. It
was titillating and daunting and uncomfortable and… right all at the same
time. And he hated it as much as he craved it.
the same time as he felt Angelus’ cool hand touch his erection, Spike felt
equally cool lips return to nuzzle at his neck. The two together sent a flash of
electricity through his system and he moaned, his head jerking back and banging
into the boat behind. He saw stars.
He panted. “Angelus.” For a second his neck felt the press of teeth. Then
Angelus pulled away. He was a discomposed as Spike had ever seen him; collar
askew, coat crumpled, eyes hazy.
remember. I'm an Angel. Call me Angel.”
was a bitter edge to his voice and Spike looked uncertain. He retreated once
more into bravado. “Call me Spike.” Angelus grabbed Spike’s hair and
smacked his head back into the boat behind.
mouth returned to his neck, and Spike felt the insistent tug of sucking. Right
over the place where he had been bitten for the first time. It turned Spike’s
knees to water.
hand on his cock was working him rhythmically, but without much focus -
all of Angelus’ attention was on his neck, and the pull of suction
slowly started to become painful. Spike bit his lip and tasted blood; his blood,
the girls, Angelus’ and a hint of slayer. It zinged through him and made him
harder. He brought a hand to the front of Angelus’ trousers, but as he slipped
the first button through its opening Angelus growled and grabbed his wrist. He
slammed it back against the boat, away from his erection.
felt little points of pain-pleasure running through his body. Starting with his
wrist it spread down to his neck and shoulder, pinned uncomfortably back against
the junk, along his spine, stretched and rigid, and ending at his cock. It was
taut and made his head spin.
Angelus’ face had changed and Spike hadn’t noticed. He felt the pull of lips
become the press of teeth, hesitant and suspended. Spike tilted his head back,
offering, almost pleading. Angelus’ body shook with a helpless groan, and then
his control snapped and he lunged, finally burying his teeth in Spike’s neck.
let out a strangled yelp as he felt his throat constrict, tighten around the
fangs, and he closed his eyes, finally, completely, giving in. He felt great
surging pulls drawn out of him as Angelus dropped his still-hard cock and
instead gripped both his shoulders, bearing down with his teeth. Spike felt his
erection subsiding, but didn’t care.
was slowly washing away and he could almost hear the waves as the world receded.
Drum beats became dull echoes and then shadows; a baby’s crying fizzled and
rippled away; the sound of Angelus’ throat working as he swallowed the
still-warm blood muted and died. All Spike felt was the connection. Teeth,
blood, flesh. It was like being turned all over again. He could almost feel his
Louder this time, dully resounding. He wasn’t sure if he had said it or
has to stop.” There is was again, louder this time. More concrete.
teeth in his neck had gone, and Angelus was holding him up.
you alright?” he heard Angelus say, but couldn’t find the energy to lift his
head – it lolled on his shoulders like one of Dru’s dolls that had been bad
felt warm and sated. Lazy, like a heavy sleep that you can’t shake off. He
tried to grin.
plunge of river water shocked him back to coherence. He gasped again – turning
into a bloody fish, he thought – as he was pulled out by the scruff of his
you with me now?” Angelus asked, staring at Spike solemnly, dropping his grimy
pushed his wet hair off his forehead, grimaced at the taste of the water. Foul.
“Just about.” He said. He was still breathing heavily, like an idiot. He
half-tensed, remembering the number of times he’d been cuffed for displaying
such a human weakness, but then realised that at some point Angelus had been
breathing too. The memory almost made him grin. Ha.
glanced down then looked quickly away, and Spike realised that his cock was
still hanging out. He tucked himself away and did up his trousers. He felt weak.
Almost drained, of course.
Angelus said quietly.
looked up in surprise. Had Angelus ever apologised for anything before? Ever? He
didn’t know how to react. Maybe it really wasn’t him. There was a long
fret about it. I've had worse.”
was just—” he stopped and brought a hand to his forehead as though he felt
dizzy. “You were so… hot.”
looked away. He was so… timid, thought Spike. Apologetic.
world was coming back to him in guttering bursts; heat, fire, smoke, blood,
death, screams, river, China, Slayer, Dru. He started at that last thought,
feeling – rather ridiculously – like he’d betrayed her. God knows why –
this was nothing new. It was because of Angelus, he realised. He was changed,
subtly so, and it did feel like he was leaving Dru out of something new and
up with you?” Spike asked quietly. “What happened when you were… gone?”
glanced at him sharply, pulling further away. “Nothing. Nothing happened. I'm
shook his head in disbelief. Fine. If that’s the way he wants to play it.
“Well of course. You’ve had a full meal.” He brought a hand to his neck.
It was throbbing and felt hot and raw. Angelus watched him, looking ravenous
again for a second before he shuttered his eyes and turned away.
in the darkness like strangers, Spike hadn’t felt this awkward since that time
he’d had to escort his cousin Emily to the dressmakers. He glanced away, down,
and was disgusted to notice two dead rats on the floor at his feet. He kicked
one into the water.
twitched at the dull splash, and muttered, “Darla. I have to get back.” He
turned abruptly, and made his way to the uneven wooden path. He didn’t wait to
see if Spike followed. Spike didn’t tell him to stop. It seemed a lot like
Angelus, thought Spike, tipping his head back with a dry grin. Takes what he
wants and then fucks off.
before he went out of sight, Angelus stopped, turned his head slightly and
looked at Spike from the corner of his eye. He nodded slightly in
acknowledgement. In goodbye.
head jerked up, but Angelus was already gone.
wiped the blood and river water away from his mouth with the back of his hand.
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