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kaygrr and jackson_rayne!!! Sorry I missed the actual days but I neglected to check my birthday list. Bad Aimeelicious!
Second,winterlive made an icon and I promised her a short bit of fic in return. So here it is, untitled and unbeta'd--just fyi, this is a Spike/Angelus deal, but not particularly dark. Please leave feedback.
He was cold and irritable. The hunt had been sparse of late, bad weather keeping most humans safely indoors, and with that bitch Darla having taken his Dru to London, the chase wasn't very enjoyable anyway. In fact, nothing was pleasant about being alone with his grandsire these days, and as evening approached he found himself dreading the night ahead.
A glance across the room revealed Angelus staring at him from his spot on the settee, which was old and covered in faded red velvet. The gaze reminded William of the 'come hither' look Angelus used to employ, one he hadn't seen in months. I am Spike now, he reassured himself silently. I do not have to respond, I am a strong, powerful vampire and I don't need him anymore. But even in his own head the defiance was weak, and the dark eyes that met his were unrelenting.
"Come sit by the flames, William. Are ye not chilly in this damp air?" The question hung between them, and William discovered he was not as strong as he hoped, when his legs carried him against his will to the threadbare carpet on the floor by the fire. He sank down and tilted his head back as Angelus ran long fingers through his hair from above.
"I will never understand why ye cut this, my boy." The rich, deep sound of that voice made him feel warmer than the heat from the fire, and William lost his tenuous hold on Spike entirely, turning to lean further into the long-denied touch. "Those curls made ye look like a cherub, sweet and ready to be debauched."
He did not flinch when Angelus bent over to murmur in his ear. "Shall I debauch you once more then, pretty William?" Cool lips pressed a kiss that could almost be called tender against his neck, and he was unable to speak, to break this powerful moment with words. If it was another game, he wanted to be the victor. And if it wasn't, well...Angelus could be a bastard, usually was, but he'd made William feel things he'd never known possible. Things he desired to feel again, even if meant ignoring his quickly vanishing pride.
"I'll take your silence for a yes," said Angelus, sounding pleased. "A fine answer, indeed. Follow me, boy," he ordered, standing and tugging at the hair he'd been playing with. "Your reward awaits." And Angelus walked away, stripping his shirt off and tossing it aside as he headed upstairs. William watched the muscles in that beautiful back move, lit by an orange glow, until they were out of sight. He paused and looked briefly in the other direction, toward the front door, but there was no going back now. Whatever was in store for him this night, it lay in the darkness of the bedroom, and all thoughts of boredom were gone. Removing his own shirt, he took the steps two at a time. It was time to collect his prize.
kaygrr and jackson_rayne!!! Sorry I missed the actual days but I neglected to check my birthday list. Bad Aimeelicious!Second,
winterlive made an icon and I promised her a short bit of fic in return. So here it is, untitled and unbeta'd--just fyi, this is a Spike/Angelus deal, but not particularly dark. Please leave feedback.He was cold and irritable. The hunt had been sparse of late, bad weather keeping most humans safely indoors, and with that bitch Darla having taken his Dru to London, the chase wasn't very enjoyable anyway. In fact, nothing was pleasant about being alone with his grandsire these days, and as evening approached he found himself dreading the night ahead.
A glance across the room revealed Angelus staring at him from his spot on the settee, which was old and covered in faded red velvet. The gaze reminded William of the 'come hither' look Angelus used to employ, one he hadn't seen in months. I am Spike now, he reassured himself silently. I do not have to respond, I am a strong, powerful vampire and I don't need him anymore. But even in his own head the defiance was weak, and the dark eyes that met his were unrelenting.
"Come sit by the flames, William. Are ye not chilly in this damp air?" The question hung between them, and William discovered he was not as strong as he hoped, when his legs carried him against his will to the threadbare carpet on the floor by the fire. He sank down and tilted his head back as Angelus ran long fingers through his hair from above.
"I will never understand why ye cut this, my boy." The rich, deep sound of that voice made him feel warmer than the heat from the fire, and William lost his tenuous hold on Spike entirely, turning to lean further into the long-denied touch. "Those curls made ye look like a cherub, sweet and ready to be debauched."
He did not flinch when Angelus bent over to murmur in his ear. "Shall I debauch you once more then, pretty William?" Cool lips pressed a kiss that could almost be called tender against his neck, and he was unable to speak, to break this powerful moment with words. If it was another game, he wanted to be the victor. And if it wasn't, well...Angelus could be a bastard, usually was, but he'd made William feel things he'd never known possible. Things he desired to feel again, even if meant ignoring his quickly vanishing pride.
"I'll take your silence for a yes," said Angelus, sounding pleased. "A fine answer, indeed. Follow me, boy," he ordered, standing and tugging at the hair he'd been playing with. "Your reward awaits." And Angelus walked away, stripping his shirt off and tossing it aside as he headed upstairs. William watched the muscles in that beautiful back move, lit by an orange glow, until they were out of sight. He paused and looked briefly in the other direction, toward the front door, but there was no going back now. Whatever was in store for him this night, it lay in the darkness of the bedroom, and all thoughts of boredom were gone. Removing his own shirt, he took the steps two at a time. It was time to collect his prize.
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Date: 2005-03-21 03:15 pm (UTC)*hugs*
Are you feeling better? I certainly hope so.