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Falling Into Place
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“We shouldn’t be
“Course not. Very
wrong. Just move a little—yeah, god, yeah.”
“No, I mean—fuck!—we
“Heard it the first
time, Angel. Shouldn’t be bumpin’ uglies together. I get it.”
Said uglies bumped
a little harder at the defeated tone of Spike’s voice.
to talk. At—there—the office.”
“When’ve we ever
cared ’bout people talkin’?”
“Spike. You know
it’s different now.”
“Know you talk
a whole lot more.”
The sharp hint
of anger, acrid and bitter, had Angel shifting them so that he was on top, grinding
down into Spike’s naked form. Eyes hidden by stubby lashes fixed onto his shoulder.
“Don’t wanna stop.
Glad you—glad you’re here.”
sniff, and a roll that Angelus had always adored. “Me too.”
But it wasn’t over.
Still too skinny and raw from the second death they never talked about, Spike’s
body moved on autopilot, mindlessly rubbing against Angel’s to bring them both
The mythic vampire
stamina wasn’t always a good thing, when both were tired and aching from the
latest evil-doer. Sometimes it would be nice to just let themselves release
and drift off to the nightmares that awaited both. Angel wanted to speed up
his pace, wanted to give Spike that tiny moment of peace before reality set
back in. But he didn’t. He’d hurt Spike more, if he tried.
“So heavy. Missed
Angel bit lightly
on Spike’s exposed neck, feeling the jump against his cock. Spike had always
been so nicely submissive. . . once Angelus beat him enough.
But they didn’t
talk about that. Didn’t think about it, even though it colored everything about
their new lives together.
Right there. Please.”
So soft and breathy,
Angel’s mussed hair swaying slightly in the exhalation. It wasn’t a plea for
what Angel was doing, he knew that. It was what Angel could give him.
After all, he’d
learned that for himself, years ago. And when he saw the last girl silently
leave Spike’s room, pouting and sullen, he’d slipped inside. Flattened an unresisting
Spike against the bed, naked bodies thrusting and writhing together.
It’d become a nightly
ritual. If they weren’t too injured, of course. If they even came home.
Angel hummed around
the skin still between his teeth, wishing he could offer more than this. Wishing
he knew what to offer. Because Spike wasn’t like him, even though he
too suffered the weight of his crimes with bent, heavy shoulders.
“So who’s talkin’?”
“Hm?” Angel let
go to start licking and kissing along the reddened skin. Too bad it wouldn’t
last very long; Spike looked good marked.
“Oh, Fred. I think
she said something to Gunn. . . he was looking at me funny, yesterday.”
“Wes cornered me
last week.” Spike shifted again, his breath the harsh sound of surf colliding
against the beach. “Thought we were supposed to be stealthy, yeah? Vampire’s
Their smiles were
glimmers in the stuffy room. “Looks like we’ll need more training.”
Spike leered then,
pushing his arms flat against the bed for leverage as he moved with more and
more force. ‘Training’ was what had brought this about in the first place,
their need to beat out grief and pain turning into something more.
The leer disappeared
instantly, replaced with something smaller and more aching. A real smile instead
of the parodies of what Spike used to be.
Angel would do
anything to see that smile. No matter how much he hurt, every time he saw it.
“’Bout them talkin’.”
Angel tried not
to blink in the darkness, knowing Spike would see it. “Um. . . should I?”
“Not what I asked,
then, is it.”
A single note of
vulnerability meant Angel should answer this, and soon. “Of course I don’t,”
he said neutrally. Well, as neutrally as possible when Spike moved like that
and the need for orgasm built tantalizingly higher. “Do you?”
“That’s not what
I asked you, Spike.” How come he got to sound foreboding, instead of sullen
and bratty like Spike had? Sometimes he wanted to be the sullen, bratty
“No,” Spike replied,
grinning contentedly. “S’not.” And then Angel was on his back, Spike writhing
like a snake above him. Their cocks were pressed together, close enough that
he couldn’t distinguish whose was whose, rubbing on hard muscle and wiry curls
while Spike whispered hot promises of all the dirty things they’d do together.
Over and over images from a deeply twisted, sensual mind assaulted him until—
He kept his hips
moving until he felt the lukewarm gush of Spike’s release. Basking in his afterglow,
he didn’t object when Spike rolled to his feet and snagged the cloth waiting
at the side of the bed. Once they were both clean, Angel settled deeper into
his bed, hoping that maybe this time the dreams would be kept at bay.
of a lighter brought him fully awake.
by moonlight, Spike’s naked back looked like the Greek statuary Dru had compared
him to, begging her Daddy to let her keep her new boy. A curl of smoke rose
up into the air. “Spike, what are you doing?”
“Havin’ a smoke,
what’s it look like?”
Angel slipped naked
out of bed and padded over to stand beside him. “You never smoke here after
time to smoke, after sex. When the nicotine hits hardest.”
“Yes. But you
never smoke here after sex.”
“No, I go back
to my room cross the hall, after sex. So your precious humans don’t know I’ve
been in here. With you.”
Angel took the butt from Spike’s fingers. Didn’t grind it out, the way Spike’s
expression clearly expected, but instead took a deep drag. Hot, gritty smoke
filled his lungs, familiar and oddly satisfying. Their hands brushed as he
passed it back.
not gonna lie to ’em?” A creature well over a century old shouldn’t sound like
a lost little boy.
Pivoting on his
heel, Angel walked out of his bedroom and down to the end of the hall. “Hey.”
Gunn and Wesley
were surrounded by a pile of weapons, rags full of cleaning solutions in their
hands. They stared at Angel’s naked body but didn’t otherwise react.
“Spike and I are
together now. Okay?”
“Okay. Think we
can work it into the next staff meeting? I’ll tell Fred and Lorne personally.”
“Uh, Angel?” The
two humans exchanged looks before Gunn continued with, “We all knew.”
“Yeah. Next staff
Spike was hogging
the covers when Angel got back.