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lady_windermereA little late, about 24 minutes late to be exact, but as promised Tami, the fic. Should still be Sunday in your time zone, I hope
Title Regrets
Author woman_of_
Pairing Angel/Spike
Word Count 1,979
Rating 18 AR
Feedback Would be welcome and adored. Also given a good home and treasured.
Disclaimer Joss ME and others own them, I do not! No money made
Dedication For Tami, who wanted a fic about regrets, with
Spike “Do you have any REAL regrets about how we are?”
Angel “Real regrets? Yeah Drusilla comes to mind. Can’t say I’ve had any regrets with turning you. Although if I’d known you’d be such a pain in the ass to raise.”
Spoilers nothing really set after Spin the Bottle, and during Conversations With Dead People
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tamibrandt, Pretty!
Warnings M/M relationship.
Summary Angel goes to Sunnydale, just as Spike is being triggered by The First.
Angel sat at the bar, nursing his whiskey, Lorne’s spell had eventually brought her memories back, but Cordelia had still left with Conner. She had said they had been in love, past tense, no longer.
Taking another sip of his whiskey, he thought that he might try to visit Sunnydale. It seemed to be his night to revisit past loves, a trip might be just what he needed. Getting into the car, he sped off into the night.
As he parked the car outside the Bronze, which he had decided was his best chance of finding anyone from Buffy’s circle, he entered, looking round. Sitting at the bar, Spike had a bottle of JD in front of him, looking into space. Angel looked round and found an empty seat to watch what was going on, and find out what Spike was up to.
A young girl approached, and laid a carton of cigarettes and a lighter in front of him. The almost predatory sign, how she simply lay claim to his boy galled him. Still he watched from the shadows.
As the night grew late, the couple rose to leave the club. Something in Spike’s eye alerted Angel, and he followed them out into the night. Spike started humming a tune….it was one that Angel knew his mother used to sing to him. Angel was getting increasingly concerned, Spike had turned his mother, Drusilla had told him that much, but he didn’t know what happened to her, as William had never brought her to the lair.
As the young woman stood at the bottom of the stairs at some apartments, she seemed to be urging Spike inside. Angel was surprised at Spike’s reluctance, but when Spike changed into game face and started to bit into her neck, Angel lost no time is rescuing her.
Getting Spike away from the human was the highest priority, then finding out what was going on with his errant childe, and what the humming meant was now the most important thing in Angel’s mind. Something was going on here, and he was determined to find out what.
Angel went back to his car, and took Spike to the Mansion, still abandoned, but very dusty after all the years it had stood abandoned. Spike was amazingly compliant, with a dazed vacant look on his face. Something was going on with his childe, the only one he had never really tried to dust, and Angel was going to get to the bottom of it, as soon as possible. If Spike was indeed dangerous again, he could hurt any of Buffy’s friends, maybe even Buffy herself. Looking into Spike’s eyes, Angel drew back in shock. Yes he looked like he may be in a trance, but the eyes showed a soul. Did Spike have a soul? Had he had the chip taken out, if not, how could he bit the human girl.
Getting some blood he always carried in the car, he fed Spike as some awareness seemed to return to his face. Spike shook his head, and looked at Angel.
“How did I get here, pouf?” Spike demanded.
“What is the last thing you remember Spike?” Angel countered.
“Was at the whelp’s place, then every thing is a blank until now.” Spike replied.
“Don’t you remember being at the Bronze, biting a girl?” Angel questioned
“How can I bite anyone. I have a soul now, guess you know about that, the guilt, the regrets.” Spike answered.
Angel looked away, yes he remembers what it was like when he was first cursed.
“You were humming a tune, and old English folk song “Early One Morning”. What is going on Spike, do you still have your chip?” Angel wasn’t sure how to get to the bottom of this, unsure what effect a soul would have on Spike.
Spike started pacing the room, not looking at Angel. He threw himself on another chair, staring blankly ahead.
“Don’t know what is going on. Get these blackouts sometimes. I was insane for a while, still not completely over it. Bastard to you think I can only stay away from hurting people with a chip.” Spike glared angry at Angel.
“I only know what I saw Spike, you were feeding off that young woman. I had to stop you from killing her.” Angel stood over Spike.
Spike shot out of the chair to face Angel, they both stood looking into each others eyes. Spike pushed Angel away and strode towards the door, as Angel caught up, and manhandled him back into the chair.
“I can’t let you leave if you are killing again Spike. If you are having blackouts, and insane, you are not safe.” Angel looked for the manacles that were on the wall, with a sigh he saw them still attached from when Faith and he had chained Buffy. Now he had to get Spike into them.
“So you turn up in Sunnydale after all this time, I’m just supposed to believe that you saw me attack someone?” Spike demanded, standing from the chair.
“Spike you can’t leave, don’t you see you are dangerous in these black outs.” Angel pushed Spike back into the chair, looking for some way to restrain him.
“Not staying here with you if that is what you think. Don’t see why I should trust you.” Spike pushed back at Angel to make his way out the door. Angel punched Spike in the gut, and, while he was doubled up, managed to chain him to the wall.
“We need to get to the bottom of this Spike. The tune “Early One Morning” What does it mean to you?” Angel interrogated.
Spike glared at Angel, but shrugged. “My mom used to sing it to me.”
“This is the woman you turned, but we never saw her. I thought you had plans to run off with Drusilla with her in tow?” Angel dragged his memories for what Drusilla had told him about that night at William’s house.
Spike slumped down the wall, as the memories rushed past, his mother’s hurtful words, the corruption of their relationship by the demon who took over her body. He pulled against he chains as the events played in vivid flashback in his mind. Eventually he looked but at Angel, his eyes maddened.
“Do you have any REAL regrets about how we are.” Spike growled at Angel
“Real regrets? Yeah, Drusilla comes to mind. Can’t say I had any regrets with turning you Although if I’d known you’d be such a pain in the ass to raise.” Angel replied, without emotion.
“Well I turned my mother. The demon that possessed her corrupted everything our relationship. Making her love sexual. But I know something now, that was the demon. My mother really loved me, I was the most important thing in her life.” Spike twisted his hands and slipped from the manacles, standing before Angel.
Angel looked at Spike now released from the chains, then moved away. He had killed his family, not tried to spend eternity with them, he really couldn’t relate. With a turn he held Spike to him, crushing him against his chest.
“Love doesn’t work for demons. We think we find it, then the humans who we try to relate to, they just don’t get it, they wouldn’t be capable of the destruction we are. Oh being humans doesn’t mean they can’t do evil deeds, but that is what the demon is built for. We are capable of more, and more frequently than humans. Demons cannot understand pure love, the love of a human mother for her son is beyond a demon.” Angel consoled.
“It was possible for me. I still loved my mother the same way I did as a human.” Spike looked at the floor sadly.
“You were unusual in keeping so much of your humanity. I rejoiced in moulding you in my image, but you refused. Always trying to change me, get me to ‘loosen up’ you said, but really you wanted to create your own mayhem, not in my shadow. You were a challenge.” Angel nodded.
“Not why you created me Angelus, it was to look after Drusilla. You had been a bit too creative in that plan, and left yourself with a demanding insane Childe.” Spike stated.
“Not the only reason I turned you. I also wanted a beautiful family, and one I could be proud of, especially when Darla went back to he beloved Master and boasted to him about her blood line, and the latest wave of destruction we had caused.” Angel was moving away from Spike, being this close, with no-one else around led him to remember another reason he had turned William. Pure lust filled his body.
“Your were always about the power Angelus. You wanted to destroy everything about your victims, it wasn’t enough to take their lives, you had to take everything from them, little by little. I wanted the adrenaline rush, to feel alive. Getting into a fight did that for me. We were nothing like each other.” Spike flew at Angel, who pined him to the floor.
The older vampire could feel the reaction of having his beautiful childe beneath him again. He wanted the comfort of family now, the humans having let him down, and really the only family he had left was Spike, the others were dust now, but Spike had a soul, like him. It was perfect, they both had regrets, but maybe one day together would overcome if for them both, for a little while. Just an escape from the relentless pain that was piled on his shoulders. Losing Conner, Cordelia walking away
Spike looked at Angel, feeling the tightness and his cock hardening, as his own responded. Even with a soul Spike found that the links to family for a vampire were much the same. They where like Pavlov’s Bell reacting to the lust for each other. This was one of the reasons there where so few Childer, only those you wanted for eternity by your side were good enough.
Both vampires reacted, reaching out for a connection, someone to touch them make them feel desired and wanted. It had been a rough night, and spending the day in the arms of someone else appealed to them.
Angel let the way to the bedroom, as they stripped their clothes on the floor Spike had some lube in his jeans pocket, getting into the bed, Angel used the lube to slick his fingers, pushing in first one, then two. Neither said a word, as if a spell had been cast over them. Angel used the third finger to stretch Spike’s hole, then slickered up his own cock, entering Spike’s body. With a steady rhythm Angel thrust into Spike, then moved his hand round to stroke Spike’s penis in time to his own penetration. Neither vampire looked for anything other than the comfort they could achieve from the connection of bodies. Soon they shuddered with their climax, satisfied with reaching orgasm, they both feel boneless onto the bed.
“We have all day now, sun’s up. I want to spend it with you Spike.” Angel gave a satisfied sigh.
“You are a pounce, but I want to be with you for a while too, so I guess that makes two of us.” Spike said sleepily, as he moved onto his side, Angel curled round his body.
The two vampires slept the day away, more relaxed than either had been in a long time. This felt right to them. As Sunnydale woke, and a young woman lay alone in her bed, lucky to be alive. The fight would go on to destroy the latest evil facing the champions, but for one day there would be no regrets for them, and some peace. Until night fell again they would fuck, sleep and find peace in each other.
Title Regrets
Author woman_of_
Pairing Angel/Spike
Word Count 1,979
Rating 18 AR
Feedback Would be welcome and adored. Also given a good home and treasured.
Disclaimer Joss ME and others own them, I do not! No money made
Dedication For Tami, who wanted a fic about regrets, with
Spike “Do you have any REAL regrets about how we are?”
Angel “Real regrets? Yeah Drusilla comes to mind. Can’t say I’ve had any regrets with turning you. Although if I’d known you’d be such a pain in the ass to raise.”
Spoilers nothing really set after Spin the Bottle, and during Conversations With Dead People
Credit Story Banner manip by
tamibrandt, Pretty!Warnings M/M relationship.
Summary Angel goes to Sunnydale, just as Spike is being triggered by The First.
Angel sat at the bar, nursing his whiskey, Lorne’s spell had eventually brought her memories back, but Cordelia had still left with Conner. She had said they had been in love, past tense, no longer.
Taking another sip of his whiskey, he thought that he might try to visit Sunnydale. It seemed to be his night to revisit past loves, a trip might be just what he needed. Getting into the car, he sped off into the night.
As he parked the car outside the Bronze, which he had decided was his best chance of finding anyone from Buffy’s circle, he entered, looking round. Sitting at the bar, Spike had a bottle of JD in front of him, looking into space. Angel looked round and found an empty seat to watch what was going on, and find out what Spike was up to.
A young girl approached, and laid a carton of cigarettes and a lighter in front of him. The almost predatory sign, how she simply lay claim to his boy galled him. Still he watched from the shadows.
As the night grew late, the couple rose to leave the club. Something in Spike’s eye alerted Angel, and he followed them out into the night. Spike started humming a tune….it was one that Angel knew his mother used to sing to him. Angel was getting increasingly concerned, Spike had turned his mother, Drusilla had told him that much, but he didn’t know what happened to her, as William had never brought her to the lair.
As the young woman stood at the bottom of the stairs at some apartments, she seemed to be urging Spike inside. Angel was surprised at Spike’s reluctance, but when Spike changed into game face and started to bit into her neck, Angel lost no time is rescuing her.
Getting Spike away from the human was the highest priority, then finding out what was going on with his errant childe, and what the humming meant was now the most important thing in Angel’s mind. Something was going on here, and he was determined to find out what.
Angel went back to his car, and took Spike to the Mansion, still abandoned, but very dusty after all the years it had stood abandoned. Spike was amazingly compliant, with a dazed vacant look on his face. Something was going on with his childe, the only one he had never really tried to dust, and Angel was going to get to the bottom of it, as soon as possible. If Spike was indeed dangerous again, he could hurt any of Buffy’s friends, maybe even Buffy herself. Looking into Spike’s eyes, Angel drew back in shock. Yes he looked like he may be in a trance, but the eyes showed a soul. Did Spike have a soul? Had he had the chip taken out, if not, how could he bit the human girl.
Getting some blood he always carried in the car, he fed Spike as some awareness seemed to return to his face. Spike shook his head, and looked at Angel.
“How did I get here, pouf?” Spike demanded.
“What is the last thing you remember Spike?” Angel countered.
“Was at the whelp’s place, then every thing is a blank until now.” Spike replied.
“Don’t you remember being at the Bronze, biting a girl?” Angel questioned
“How can I bite anyone. I have a soul now, guess you know about that, the guilt, the regrets.” Spike answered.
Angel looked away, yes he remembers what it was like when he was first cursed.
“You were humming a tune, and old English folk song “Early One Morning”. What is going on Spike, do you still have your chip?” Angel wasn’t sure how to get to the bottom of this, unsure what effect a soul would have on Spike.
Spike started pacing the room, not looking at Angel. He threw himself on another chair, staring blankly ahead.
“Don’t know what is going on. Get these blackouts sometimes. I was insane for a while, still not completely over it. Bastard to you think I can only stay away from hurting people with a chip.” Spike glared angry at Angel.
“I only know what I saw Spike, you were feeding off that young woman. I had to stop you from killing her.” Angel stood over Spike.
Spike shot out of the chair to face Angel, they both stood looking into each others eyes. Spike pushed Angel away and strode towards the door, as Angel caught up, and manhandled him back into the chair.
“I can’t let you leave if you are killing again Spike. If you are having blackouts, and insane, you are not safe.” Angel looked for the manacles that were on the wall, with a sigh he saw them still attached from when Faith and he had chained Buffy. Now he had to get Spike into them.
“So you turn up in Sunnydale after all this time, I’m just supposed to believe that you saw me attack someone?” Spike demanded, standing from the chair.
“Spike you can’t leave, don’t you see you are dangerous in these black outs.” Angel pushed Spike back into the chair, looking for some way to restrain him.
“Not staying here with you if that is what you think. Don’t see why I should trust you.” Spike pushed back at Angel to make his way out the door. Angel punched Spike in the gut, and, while he was doubled up, managed to chain him to the wall.
“We need to get to the bottom of this Spike. The tune “Early One Morning” What does it mean to you?” Angel interrogated.
Spike glared at Angel, but shrugged. “My mom used to sing it to me.”
“This is the woman you turned, but we never saw her. I thought you had plans to run off with Drusilla with her in tow?” Angel dragged his memories for what Drusilla had told him about that night at William’s house.
Spike slumped down the wall, as the memories rushed past, his mother’s hurtful words, the corruption of their relationship by the demon who took over her body. He pulled against he chains as the events played in vivid flashback in his mind. Eventually he looked but at Angel, his eyes maddened.
“Do you have any REAL regrets about how we are.” Spike growled at Angel
“Real regrets? Yeah, Drusilla comes to mind. Can’t say I had any regrets with turning you Although if I’d known you’d be such a pain in the ass to raise.” Angel replied, without emotion.
“Well I turned my mother. The demon that possessed her corrupted everything our relationship. Making her love sexual. But I know something now, that was the demon. My mother really loved me, I was the most important thing in her life.” Spike twisted his hands and slipped from the manacles, standing before Angel.
Angel looked at Spike now released from the chains, then moved away. He had killed his family, not tried to spend eternity with them, he really couldn’t relate. With a turn he held Spike to him, crushing him against his chest.
“Love doesn’t work for demons. We think we find it, then the humans who we try to relate to, they just don’t get it, they wouldn’t be capable of the destruction we are. Oh being humans doesn’t mean they can’t do evil deeds, but that is what the demon is built for. We are capable of more, and more frequently than humans. Demons cannot understand pure love, the love of a human mother for her son is beyond a demon.” Angel consoled.
“It was possible for me. I still loved my mother the same way I did as a human.” Spike looked at the floor sadly.
“You were unusual in keeping so much of your humanity. I rejoiced in moulding you in my image, but you refused. Always trying to change me, get me to ‘loosen up’ you said, but really you wanted to create your own mayhem, not in my shadow. You were a challenge.” Angel nodded.
“Not why you created me Angelus, it was to look after Drusilla. You had been a bit too creative in that plan, and left yourself with a demanding insane Childe.” Spike stated.
“Not the only reason I turned you. I also wanted a beautiful family, and one I could be proud of, especially when Darla went back to he beloved Master and boasted to him about her blood line, and the latest wave of destruction we had caused.” Angel was moving away from Spike, being this close, with no-one else around led him to remember another reason he had turned William. Pure lust filled his body.
“Your were always about the power Angelus. You wanted to destroy everything about your victims, it wasn’t enough to take their lives, you had to take everything from them, little by little. I wanted the adrenaline rush, to feel alive. Getting into a fight did that for me. We were nothing like each other.” Spike flew at Angel, who pined him to the floor.
The older vampire could feel the reaction of having his beautiful childe beneath him again. He wanted the comfort of family now, the humans having let him down, and really the only family he had left was Spike, the others were dust now, but Spike had a soul, like him. It was perfect, they both had regrets, but maybe one day together would overcome if for them both, for a little while. Just an escape from the relentless pain that was piled on his shoulders. Losing Conner, Cordelia walking away
Spike looked at Angel, feeling the tightness and his cock hardening, as his own responded. Even with a soul Spike found that the links to family for a vampire were much the same. They where like Pavlov’s Bell reacting to the lust for each other. This was one of the reasons there where so few Childer, only those you wanted for eternity by your side were good enough.
Both vampires reacted, reaching out for a connection, someone to touch them make them feel desired and wanted. It had been a rough night, and spending the day in the arms of someone else appealed to them.
Angel let the way to the bedroom, as they stripped their clothes on the floor Spike had some lube in his jeans pocket, getting into the bed, Angel used the lube to slick his fingers, pushing in first one, then two. Neither said a word, as if a spell had been cast over them. Angel used the third finger to stretch Spike’s hole, then slickered up his own cock, entering Spike’s body. With a steady rhythm Angel thrust into Spike, then moved his hand round to stroke Spike’s penis in time to his own penetration. Neither vampire looked for anything other than the comfort they could achieve from the connection of bodies. Soon they shuddered with their climax, satisfied with reaching orgasm, they both feel boneless onto the bed.
“We have all day now, sun’s up. I want to spend it with you Spike.” Angel gave a satisfied sigh.
“You are a pounce, but I want to be with you for a while too, so I guess that makes two of us.” Spike said sleepily, as he moved onto his side, Angel curled round his body.
The two vampires slept the day away, more relaxed than either had been in a long time. This felt right to them. As Sunnydale woke, and a young woman lay alone in her bed, lucky to be alive. The fight would go on to destroy the latest evil facing the champions, but for one day there would be no regrets for them, and some peace. Until night fell again they would fuck, sleep and find peace in each other.
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Date: 2006-12-18 01:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-12-18 02:57 am (UTC)Beautiful...
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Date: 2006-12-18 09:09 am (UTC)Yes Angel helping Spike resist the First was a main point of the fic for me. Thank You!
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Date: 2006-12-18 01:22 pm (UTC)I love this bit. So right...both in each other's arms. I really liked this fic, so full of emotions!
Oh and the banner is amazing! *hugs*
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Date: 2006-12-18 06:49 pm (UTC)It is a wonderful Banner *happy Smile*
*Hugs*
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Date: 2006-12-20 12:44 am (UTC)I love that it's Angel who helps Spike and the fact that they spend the day in bed with each other. I'm a sucker for a happy ending. :)
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Date: 2006-12-20 12:48 pm (UTC)They where like Pavlov’s Bell reacting to the lust for each other.
This was probably meant to be Pavlov's dogs.
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