Part 18
For a moment he lost himself
in the kiss. Pretended it was real and they were still the same people they
always had been. Angel’s hopes soared as Spike responded, and he made the
mistake of relaxing his guard, giving Spike a chance to speak.
“Get of me, you bloody
fat….”
Well that was easily dealt
with.
“No.”
Angel was pleased. So far
the conversation was going pretty good.
“Whaddya mean no?” Spike
lashed out and started to buck him off angrily.
Angel pinned his arms down.
“I mean no, I’m not getting
off you. Ever again. You got me so damned mad, but believe me, there’s nothing
you could do to make me walk away.” Since the conversation was going so well,
Angel decided to risk more. “Talk to me, Spike.”
“I am talking, just that you
seemed to have gone deaf. Stop messing around, I mean it. Let.
“No. I won’t. I’m not losing
you, if I have to chain you up, until you love me again. Until you forgive me.”
Spike shook his head. “Nah,
crappy plan. Didn’t work for me.”
Angel was momentarily
distracted.
“What are you talking on
about? Who did you chain up?”
Unbelievably, he felt more
than a little jealous, causing Spike to raise a quizzical eyebrow.
“Dru and Buffy,” he
admitted.
“Oh God!” He clung tighter to
the thin body. “One day you’ll tell me how you the hell you got out of that one
alive.”
Spike couldn’t maintain his
anger in the wake of such concern. They lay face to face, nose to nose, so
close and intimate that it left Spike with nowhere to hide, he felt naked
beneath those all-seeing eyes.
“What’s happening, Angel?
What is this?”
“Sorry. I thought I’d made
it clear. I’m not letting you go. I’m going to be here for you Spike. I would
have been anyway, I’ve been searching ever since I saw you…” he held on a
little tighter. “But Ghan told me about your soul, and….”
“Ghani told you…!”
“Yeah. I mean, he took his
time, and drew out the agony….” Angel considered that encounter for a second.
“You know, I think he was judging me… which means he must have decided I
deserve you.” The thought humbled him and he laid his cheek to Spike’s. “Jesus
Spike, we’re meant to be together! If he’s judged it to be then there’s nothing
we can do, we’re written in the fucking stars!”
It’s the way things worked,
Ghani judged and it happened, Spike couldn’t deny it. All their long lives he
and Angel had been fighting against fate for every minute they were together,
and now it seemed that fate had finally shrugged its shoulders and given up.
Angel kissed him again.
“I’m going to be here for
you, Will. I’ll help you with your soul. It’s not just you any more.”
“Yeah? Christ, now I am
worried. You can hardly keep hold of your own, and your judgement ain’t always
up to scratch is it?”
“I guess that’s fair, but
its different now, what I won’t necessarily do for my own sake, I’ll do for
you. I’m not going to let you down, Spike. I’ll advise you and tell you what to
do when you’re confused, pick you up when you fall, kiss it better when you get
hurt.”
The words were manna from
heaven. The temptation of never being alone…. The temptation of having Angel
once more…. And Spike finally stopped fighting. Nonetheless, a small frown
marred his brow. It sounded like a good deal, except….
“I dunno, it kind of goes
against the grain.”
“What does?”
“Me taking your advice. I
think I’m pathologically incapable….”
“Bit harsh, Will.
Pathological perhaps, but I wouldn’t say incapable. You’re more than capable.”
“Oy! Uh, actually, that was
almost a compliment.”
“No, it was a compliment, idiot.”
His voice held a warmth that Spike couldn’t help basking in. “And it’s not just
me. The whole gang believe you can do this. You have to come back. If you don’t
they’ll make my life hell.”
“Angel! I only have to lose
it once and that’s the lot of them writhing on the ground in their own blood.”
“Uh huh. So you think you
could kill even one of them? I’d forgive you, but you’d never forgive yourself,
and I don’t even want to think about what
Spike didn’t know where to
begin addressing this speech.
“You’d forgive me? If I
killed them?”
“I believe in you, Spike.
You’re not going to kill any of them except by terrible accident, and if that
ever happens, I’ll be here to put you together again.”
He wished he had Angel’s
certainty.
“Uh, so what’s this about
Red?”
“She’s joining the team.
Temporarily.”
“Is she then? She’s a
strange one, Angel, walks the edge of the precipice, much as we do. Loyal though. That’s one person you need by
your side.”
“There’s only one person I
need by my side.”
“But you didn’t want me. You
said it was cus I’m soulless….” Spike pouted.
“I lie, Spike. You know
that. The first time I was angry because I thought you’d engineered Angelus’ return.
The second time I was angry because I thought you’d chosen Mede. I think I get
angry too quick, but you know that too. Maybe you can break me of it, given
time?”
The appeal in his eyes
seemed genuine.
”Is this for real?” Spike
asked. “I don’t think I’d want to face another day if I awake and find it’s
just another bloody dream. I don’t want to wake up and find I’m beneath you.”
“Oh Jesus, Will. I’m sorry
for that. I have so much to regret, but those words come top of the list. There
is no comparison between us. Selflessness, kindness, love, all come naturally
to you. I struggle with a couple of them even when I have a soul. There is no
one like you. No one.”
Spike closed his eyes.
“You make me believe in
myself. Make me want to be good,” he whispered.
Angel finally rolled off
Spike, stood up and reached out a hand
“Let’s go out and see if we
can save someone.”
“Peaches?”
Only a short time ago Angel
had been desperately clinging to the past, but now….
“I know we haven’t said
everything yet, but Will, you’re alive and you’re with me, and that’s how it’s
gonna stay…. I guess I’m in a hurry to start our new life. I can’t wait, I want
to immerse myself in our future right now, do everything right now….”
Spike got to his feet and
Angel laughed and hugged him.
“I want to go out and save
people with you, I want to hold you, I want to watch TV with you, I want to
tease you and you to laugh at me. There’s so much to look forward to! Don’t you
feel it Spike?”
And Spike did. He could feel
the burden of life lifting, it suddenly held so much potential. It was heady,
more so than any drug he’d ever tried. Somewhere deep inside, new green shoots
were springing from old roots, and producing tiny buds, which would one day
blossom into something beautiful.
“Yeah, I feel it. It’s kind
of like I’m a kid, opening my eyes on Christmas day. Everything looks new and
full of hope.”
It was all anticipation and
the promise of snow, and the scent of candles and pine. It was a world that
still held a sense of wonder for him.
“It’s Christmas Eve
tomorrow,” Angel smiled.
“Is it? This going between
dimensions, I lose all sense of time.”
“I’m not surprised,” Angel
smiled affectionately. “So you wanna patrol?”
Spike gave a grin, and his
weariness dropped away as the two of them stepped into the night together.
It was a good night.
They chased down what they
took to be a feral vampire only to find themselves in the heart of an ambush.
They looked around at the surrounding vamps, then stood back-to-back, and let
them come. These unlucky demons had picked the wrong night. Angel and Spike
were untouchable; they were flying that night. The fight was a peacock’s
display for his mate. They flowed with the grace and speed of acrobats, and
killed with fluid strength. Surreptitiously they watched each other with
admiration. When the last vampire scurried away they began to laugh. Not
because it was amusing but out of sheer pleasure at finding their old
synchronicity and the joy of being together.
Their laughter chilled the
fleeing vampire to his marrow, and the stories he told that night caused at
least a dozen more to up sticks and leave town. It was no longer a healthy city
to bring up childer.
They burst into the
Hyperion, touching, talking, eyes sparkling. Until Spike caught sight of the
humans ranged before him. Silently he appealed to Angel for help, despite
previous reassurances, he was nervous.
“Hey.”
Suddenly
“Don’t you ever disappear
again, Mister. Next time he’s mean to you, you just come and tell me. We’ll
soon sort him out.” She moved her mouth to his ear. “He’s missed you so much,
Spike,” she whispered before stepping away.
“Hey, bloodsucker.”
“Gunn. Glad you lived.”
“Thanks, me too. I mean glad
to see you’re alive. Although, I’m glad I lived too,” he explained with a
laugh.
Wesley shook his hand.
“Welcome back Spike.”
It seemed weirdly formal
after all they’d been through, but he said it like he meant it.
“Percy.”
Wesley smiled at hearing the
old nickname again.
“Spikehun! Oh, nice hair.”
Spike’s hand self consciously flew to his head. Lorne smiled reassuringly.
“Shows of those edible cheekbones of yours. Don’t stand around like a stranger.
Come in. Have a drink, it’s your favourite. Well…” he ladled out a cup of
liquid dubiously, “I was told it was your favourite.”
“You used to steal burba
weed from Anya, you said it made the blood taste better,”
Spike sipped tentatively,
whilst the others waited in anticipation. He just about managed not to gag on
it.
“Lorne, that is bloody
marvellous! You’re a genius, Mate.”
They all smiled in relief
and gradually began chatting easily. As soon as attention was off him, he
emptied it into a potted plant.
They turned to stare at
Angel as he snorted in laughter, which then got turned into an unrealistic
cough. He faded effortlessly into the background, allowing everyone their
moment with Spike, until he jealously decided that they’d taken up enough of
his time for one night.
“Ok. It’s late, so we’d
better….” He gestured to the stairs.
Spike hid a smile, subtle as
a brick, as usual.
“We’ll catch up tomorrow,
yeah? Angel and I got into a scrap with a few vampires, and I’m kind of
knackered….
It was like an episode of
The Waltons, but they waited until the last goodnight had been thrown out.
“What now.”
Angel moved closer.
“You need washing.”
“I need a lot of things….”
Spike began to walk up the
stairs.
“Thought you said you were
knackered….”
“I am, but some parts of me
are feeling quite perky.”
Angel groaned softly.
“I need to touch you, smell
you, taste you, hold you. I want to drown in you.”
It felt like stepping back
in time.
“Can we forget all the shit,
and go back to that night?”
Angel didn’t need to ask
which one.
“So I’ll pretend that I
thought you were dead, and you pretend you weren’t sure if I really loved you.”
“Ok, I guess we can
‘pretend’ that.” Spike quirked an eyebrow and laughed.
Angel grinned back.
“But this time I’ll try not
to become too happy.”
“Not that it matters
anymore.” Spike said, as he walked with Angel into the bedroom.
“What?” Angel came to a
halt.
“You know… your curse?
Christ…. They’ve forgotten to mention it, haven’t they?”
“Spike…?”
“The happiness clause, you
remember you got Wes researching it? He came up with an answer.”
“Okay…. So what do we have
to do?”
“You might wanna sit down,
Peaches. The answer was that you had to lose your soul and then be cursed by
someone with a warped idea of happiness. Cyvus’ particular pleasure was
draining the life out of children. Painfully. Charming, eh? Somehow I can’t see
your soul going anywhere soon.”
“Jesus…. Jesus, Spike!”
His knees gave out, and he
sat heavily on to the bed.
“Yeah. Must be kind of
overwhelming, huh?”
“Jesus… I’m free at last.”
Spike went cold, remembering
his fear that Angel would leave if his curse were lifted. Then he smiled
because Angel said he wasn’t going anywhere again, and he refused to fall into
the old vicious circle of doubt and misery.
“Yeah, you are,” he said
affectionately.
“I thought I was damned to
endless nights watching you leave with people like that girl because you
couldn’t get what you needed from me….” Moisture beaded at the corner of his
eyes. “Ghan told me to ask Wes about your soul. I forgot. In the commotion that
followed, I forgot. So that’s why you let me go that night?”
“Nah. I didn’t bring Angelus
back on purpose. Is that what you thought? I couldn’t do it to you. But then it
happened anyway and I just had to work with the material I had.”
“Well you convinced
Angelus.”
“Don’t know how, anyone with
half a brain would know I’d never let you go.”
“I wanted to forgive you,
but now I find you don’t need it,” Angel said plaintively, pulling a
disappointed face.
“Hey, it’s ok. I’m sure I’m
gonna need plenty of forgiveness in the future, and I’d just as soon be in
credit. It’s good actually, it means I owe you a bad and evil act,” Spike
grinned.
The logic of this escaped
Angel and he didn’t look too happy at the idea of his childe having carte
blanche to do God knows what. He had to do some quick thinking.
“You walked into hell to
escape me. I think you’ve used up the credit.”
“Well…. It wasn’t as simple
as that. Your look made me realise that I would gradually deteriorate into the
vampire I used to be. Didn’t want to be that person, did I? Anyway, Wes had
more to lose. One day he’ll meet someone else, have little sprogs crawling
around his feet, make new friends, save more people. When I weighed it up, it
seemed that his life was worth more than mine.”
Angel was speechless and merely
gazed at him in wonder.
“What? Why yer staring at
me, Poof?”
“Have I told you all the
reasons I love you? All the ways you’re beautiful?”
Spike smiled, his eyes
alight.
“Just the once, but it bears
repeating.”
“Ah, that’s the old
list. I’ve got a hundred new ones to
add.”
“A hundred?” Spike wrinkled
his brow in disbelief. “Are you sure?”
“Well no. Could be more….”
“So we repeat that night.”
“Yes, but with a different
ending.”
“Uh huh. What ending have
you got in mind?”
“We’ll see. I like to be
impulsive. But bearing in mind that my soul is secured….”
“Shit, this’ll make me sound
like a right wanker, but I’m nervous. It’s been a nearly two months since I’ve
seen you, and now….”
Angel’s mouth quirked with
humour.
“Imagine how I feel, it’s
been over a year for me.”
“Doesn’t matter though. It’s
still just you and me.” Spike cast his eyes down and then peeked up through his
lashes. “I’m dirty, Angel… wash me.”
It was a night of
rediscovery, and it was a night of firsts. Spike had always known how he wanted
to use his get out of jail free card. As it happens, he didn’t need it.
They were both aroused, but
strangely calm, without the manic desperation that was a feature of their other
times together. They took time to explore, to kiss and touch, to whisper soft
words of love and give small groans of appreciation. Then Angel turned to him
with darkened, sensual eyes.
“You first?” he asked, and
pressed the bottle of oil into Spike’s hand.
Spike looked at him in
wonder.
“Are you sure?” He was
deeply touched by the trust, and the implication that they were equals in this
relationship.
“Do you know how often I’ve
thought of this? I’ve spent almost a year imagining you with Mede, wishing it
could be me instead. I need it, Spike. Besides, at least you’ve been with a man
for pleasure. I only know how to cause pain. Do it. Please?”
Spike nodded. He kissed his
sire, taking it slowly, using all his senses to imprint this memory, for these
moments were too precious to lose. His fingers trailed over satin skin, a
lingering fragrance of soap slightly masked Angel’s natural scent. Using his
tongue he laved the skin clean, until all he could taste was Angel. It made him
want to thrust and take and own. But he ignored his own overwhelming need, and
instead he continued his exploration using touch and taste, sight and scent,
aroused by the small sounds of pleasure that escaped Angel’s mouth.
“Enough… I need you.
Please….”
And Spike graciously complied,
gently playing and preparing, until he was pushing slickly in on the oil. Their
coupling was as gentle as waves lapping the shore. Spike read him carefully,
putting Angel’s pleasure first, studying the look on his face the sounds he
made.
It was all beautiful.
Soon Angel’s hand was
curling tightly around Spike’s wrist, indicating that he needed more and the
surging waves became more insistent as Spike moved deeper inside. One hand
moved to his sire’s, fingers wove together stroking Angel, but allowing him to
set the pace, until he was shouting something, calling Spike’s name, his face
contorting and his body bowing. Spike withdrew his hand and began thrusting
forward in earnest, the waves were crashing around them and Spike was crying
out and drowning as the scent of the sea splashed around them.
It was dizzying, they were
free falling through the moment, holding tight to each other, before floating
gently back to earth.
“Ok?” Spike asked, squeezing
his hand.
Angel was still glazed and
merely nodded. Spike smiled, moved to his place on Angel’s shoulder and was
lulled to sleep by the scent of them both.
Later that morning and there
was a banging at the door.
“Get up you lazy things!
It’s Christmas Eve.
Spike opened an eye and saw
Angel gazing back. They smiled at each other.
“You got me pressies then,
Peaches?”
“I haven’t had a chance. I
only found you a few hours ago.”
Spike’s face fell. “I lost
all the stuff you bought me last time. Buried under the Wolfram& Hart
rubble I guess.”
Angel reached out and
stroked his skin, still hardly believing that this was real. That he could just
reach out and touch his lover… touch Spike.
“Come on. Let’s hit the
shops.”
“Got no money.”
“Course you have. You’ve got
a couple of months pay from Wolfram & Hart stashed away in your bank
account.”
“Really?” Spike was out of
bed in a flash. “Come on, hurry up lazy bones.”
Angel threw a pillow at him
but Spike dodged and laughed.
The others heard laughter
and after a long sojourn, it felt like they were finally home.
oooo
The mall was busy, and they
split into pairs for moral support. Angel wasn’t happy about letting Spike out
of his sight, but accepted that shopping together would kind of take the
surprise out of unwrapping presents.
Spike complained continually
about the Christmas muzak following them wherever they went. Then he complained
about the queues (although he just pushed to the front anyway), the tackiness
of the decorations and the false good cheer at the checkout. Yet strangely, it
was Gunn who cracked first.
“No more! I can’t stand
this. Have you finished yet, dude.”
“Huh? What’s up?”
Gunn hated to admit it. It made
him sound girly.
“My damned feet are killing
me.”
“Okay. One more thing and
I’m ready to go. Look you go sit down, grab a coffee, and I’ll meet you back
here.”
That was the best offer Gunn
was going to get all day, so he snatched at it eagerly, whilst Spike nervously
made his way to a small parlour he knew of.
When they got back, they
fell into a flurry of secrecy. Shop wrapped gifts began to appear under the
tree, and other presents were squirreled out of sight.
Angel refused to join the
wrangle for the one pair of scissors, it was undignified, besides which, Spike
was hogging them so he stood no chance. Instead he opened the weapons cabinet
and brought out his hand forged, folded steel, Japanese sword. The blade could
split a hair. Making sure that Spike was watching, Angel floated a sheet of
tissue through the air and neatly cut it in two.
Spike watched the display
enviously, glaring contemptuously at his safety scissors. Angel grinned smugly
and disappeared with his sword and his bags of presents.
“Wanker,” Spike muttered,
and eyed his own axe; it was pretty sharp but a bit inaccurate. He’d probably
end up chopping off his own hand….
By the late evening
everything was piled around the Christmas tree. They surveyed it with
satisfaction.
“How about some Christmas
spirit?” Lorne suggested, and busied himself pouring healthy measures of eggnog
into tall tumblers.
The thick liquid was eye d
suspiciously. Until they tasted it. Lorne watched with satisfaction as they
knocked it back and begged for more.
“Guaranteed to produce
Christmas cheer. Or so I’ve been told.”
It certainly oiled the
wheels of conversation, and soon they were all settled and chatting
comfortably.
“I didn’t know vampires
celebrated Christmas,” Wesley said.
“Generally we don’t, but if
it involves presents then Spike celebrates,” Angel explained.
“Uh huh. There speaks the
Scrooge of Europe.”
Angel hid a small smile,
instead allowing a stern frown to settle on his face.
“A souled vampire wouldn’t
call their Sire names.”
“What?”
“Well you’re trying to be
good, so I’m just saying.”
Spike stilled and frowned,
not wholly convinced.
“Are you sure?”
“Would I lie to you? I’m
only telling you this because I said I’d help you. You know, just trying to aid
you on your journey…”
“Oy, Percy?” Spike decided
to get a second opinion on this point. “What would I do if I was souled d’ya
think?”
Angel relaxed, certain that
Wesley would back him up.
Wesley sat forward as he
seriously considered the question, and then came to a conclusion.
“In my opinion, you’d have
laughed at him and told him to stop being such a wanker.”
The eggnog had given Wesley
the honesty of an inebriate.
“Hah, I knew it! Thanks,
mate.”
Wesley raised his glass in
acknowledgement.
“S’posed to be my bleedin’
advisor, my yoda. Abusing your position that’s what yer doing!” Spike
complained.
“I’m hoping to,” Angel
admitted.
Spike looked outraged.
“That’s it! I’m not doing
anything you ask without going through the Watcher first.”
“That could make tonight
interesting….”
They both eyed Wesley
speculatively, but too much Christmas spirit had nudged him from relaxed to
sleepy. He had fallen into a pleasant doze and heard nothing.
“Guys? I’m comfortable with
you two, just please, treat me like a kid, and don’t talk about it in front of
me ok?” Gunn asked plaintively.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get
used to the Poof eventually.”
Angel didn’t even attempt to
hide his long suffering sigh at the continued name calling.
“Never mind. It was worth a
try.” Lorne said sympathetically.
“Come on, Pet, don’t take it
to heart. You know they’re just signs of affection.”
He laid a hand on Angel’s
thigh, which seemed to placate him.
Wesley came around slightly,
and drowsily they talked into the night. Talked of the past two years, Wolfram
& Hart, the battle and all that had happened since. They shed tears and
raised a glass for all those they’d lost, and then raised another for the
coming year, laying all that had gone before to rest. They talked of their life
now, and the Agency. Wesley was thinking it was time he moved out.
“At first it was hard, and I
needed you.” He nodded to Angel, Gunn and Lorne. “But I think it’s time. I want
to thank you all for everything. And I want to thank you Spike, for giving me
my life.”
“Now don’t get all
sentimental on me, Percy. Let’s just say you owe me one, yeah?”
Wesley nodded, and Spike was
feeling rather pleased at all the favours he was storing up. It was always good
to have debts to call in.
Lorne thought he might open
a new bar, hope winning out over experience. But quite simply he missed the
life and needed to get back to it.
“Besides, I can make more
contacts if I had a bar, which, you know, is also good for Angel investigations.”
“I’ll be looking for a place
too, perhaps in the new year.” Gunn said.
“It’s not fair on you two, having us hanging around. You need your
privacy.”
With those words it suddenly
occurred to the vampires what this was about… and hell, last night they hadn’t
even been noisy!
“Don’t you worry, Charlie
Boy. We quite enjoy having an audience….”
“Spike!”
Gunn covered his ears.
“Not in front of the kid,
remember?”
The others smiled and
blinked sleepy eyes. One by one they all turned in for the night.
Except for Spike.
“I’m not tired. I’ve got a
gift or two to deliver. Catch you later, yeah?”
Angel frowned and Spike
shook his head.
“Trust me?”
“Of course,” Angel said
immediately, and he meant it.
Using the key that Ghan had left
him he opened the door to his world.
It was night time and the
two of them were sleeping. He placed the parcels at the side of the bed.
Looking at the beautiful man in repose he saw him anew. Someone he’d always
taken for granted had turned out to be pivotal in his life. He stroked the
tawny skin of his wrist, where his skin had once been tied. He felt sorry for
the man. Maybe the baby would be his salvation.
“Thanks Ghan, I do love you,
you know.”
When he left, Ghani stared
blankly at the ceiling. This is why he didn’t help all those who cried to him.
He became attached to them, healed them, but the paradox was once they were
whole they never needed him anymore. Sometimes he felt like giving up. He
breathed in the scent of the baby, and decided he’d manage for another eighteen
years or so.
He reached down to the gifts
Spike had left, picking up a small box. He opened it and pulled out a thin
strip of white vampire skin. An invitation to keep in touch? He smiled, tied it
around his wrist, and held it to his cheek. The next parcel contained a book of
names. On the flyleaf Spike had written in large letters, “Trouble is not a
name. Neither is Trub. Choose a new one. Luv me.” Ghan began to laugh.
Angel heard the door open.
“Ok?” he asked.
“Yeah. They were sleeping.”
“They should come to visit.
I mean, once we have Willow back, there’s enough power gathered here to protect
the baby for a while.”
“Thanks, luv. I ‘ppreciate
it.”
The look in Spike’s eyes made
Angel thankful that he hadn’t backed away from the offer. This was the start of
their new life. One where they loved without doubt, believed without proof, and
trusted without fear.
“I’m sorry, Spike, for all
the times I’ve messed up. Whatever happens, I need you to know that this is
real, and this is forever.”
“Hey, it’s ok. There’s no
need,” Spike replied softly.
“You’ve been here, in this
place all along, just waiting for me to join you. All the times you’ve
returned, because you believed in me….”
“Yeah, and I was right to
believe, cus you’re standing here with me now.”
They finally believed in
what they had. It was a bond of steel forged, tested and proved through fire
and death. Souled and unsouled, good and evil, they had protected each other.
“Do you want to open one of
your presents now?”
Angel opened an eye.
“Maybe….”
“I remember how you looked
once, when I mentioned piercings.”
Now Angel had both eyes
open.
“So I got you five gold
rings. Christmas, yeah? Well strictly speaking some are bars and they’re not
all gold… so what do you think, do you wanna unwrap….”
Suddenly Spike was flat on
his back with Angel on top. Spike craned his head and flicked a studded tongue
over one of Angel’s nipples. Angel groaned as it lashed him.
“One,” Spike said.
Then his shirt was roughly
pulled off; fingers began exploring, and Angel’s night vision catching a glint
of something on Spike’s chest. He put a finger to each one and tugged. This
time it was Spike who groaned, and Angel stored the information away for later
use.
“Two and three.”
His hand moved to the belly
button and there he discovered the fourth.
“Spike? Where is the fifth?”
“It’s your present, mate.
It’s up to you to discover it.”
Angel’s fingers moved to the
zip of Spike’s jeans. He explored for a while, until…
“Oh…. Oh! Bloody hell! Do
that again? Please? Please, sire!”
Angel spent the night
playing with the best Christmas presents he’d ever had. He couldn’t stop
playing. Even when Spike was shagged out and sleepy, his fingers would return
and Spike would respond.
He shuddered in pleasure.
Yeah, this was the best
Christmas ever. A new beginning and a new life, and a world where perfect
happiness was allowed. It was all his. And all Angel’s hopes and dreams were
neatly gift-wrapped in the person of this beautiful man. His childe. His love.
It was a gift that would
take forever to explore, but that was ok, because they had eternity.
THE END