Fists, fangs and ...
by Wadjet
E-mail: wicked38uk@yahoo.com
Status: Complete
Date: 8th February 2005
Category: Fluff, PWP
Spoilers: In The Dark
Season: One
Sequel: None
Pairing: Angel and Spike
Rating: NC-17
Content warnings: None
Summary: Some things nothing can destroy
Archive: Here
Notes: This isn't beta'd and is my first stab at Spangel. I started off in the Buffyverse as a Spuffy shipper, and I still am, but it didn't take long to get on the right track
Note 2: Spike uses Cornish in this story because I've decided that his family background is in the south west, and I'm creating kind of a backstory as part of an episode I'm co-writing of Spike-Soul Survivor, a virtual Spike series. Hope it doesn't throw too many for a loop. Angel uses Irish Gaelic, which makes more sense to watchers of Angel and Buffy, but there are translations at the end :o)


Fists, fangs and ...
by Wadjet

"So, you and me are going to duke it out for the gem. Is that how it's gonna be?"

Spike hit Angel again, the sickening crunch of bone on bone mixing with the panting and spitting of blood as they fought.

"That's how it's always been with us, Liam. Fists and fangs. Backs to the wall. Gets the blood pumping dun it?"

"It would. If we weren't undead."

Angel's kick sent Spike reeling across the alley and before he could recover, Angel was there, hands in his shirt, dragging him up to his feet and slamming him against the wall.

Their demon faces receded and they stared at each other, brown eyes piercing into grey/blue in the dark alleyway, until Spike whispered, "Liam..." and Angel kissed him. Hard. Their tongues met, wrapping around, fighting for dominance, teeth clashing until Spike reached up to grab a handful of Angel's hair, and dragged their lips apart.

"Forgot the fucking that always went with the fists and fangs, didn't I love?" he smiled.

Angel grinned, and licked his bruised lips.

It wasn't far to the apartment Spike had commandeered for his trip, and Angel thanked the gods for it. It had been too long since Angel and Spike had been intimate and although Angel would never admit it, he'd missed Will more than he'd ever expected to. All he could think about was spending the day with Spike inside him or the other way around. They were never that fussy. Sooner or later they'd go back to fighting over the gem, though, he knew that. All good things... Spike would do anything to get the precious ring, including killing Angel. Angel wasn't sure yet what he wanted to do with it, but keeping it away from Spike was the highest priority. Besides, Buffy had wanted him to have it.

Buffy. She'd never understand what was between a Sire and his Childe. It didn't always happen this way, but there had been something so pure about William, and he'd submitted so easily... loving him was as sweet as it ever got. In all the centuries Angel had been a vampire, he'd fucked men and women in equal measure, but Will had given it up so completely, and was such a good student that in later years he'd even managed to teach Angel a thing or two. Neither Angel or Angelus had ever had anyone like him.

Spike slammed the door shut and closed the blackout curtains, looking briefly to the east and the pink of the sunrise.

"Just in time," Angel remarked, standing in the middle of the living room, just watching Spike move. He had a fluidity about him that Angel had always envied, and lean lines that had always made him hard. He could smell the arousal coming off Spike in waves and couldn't stop a low growl from escaping.

Spike chuckled. "Well, then."

He moved closer and reached up to cradle Angel's cheek. Angel turned and kissed his palm.

"Ta mo chroi istigh ionat, Will." *

"You always were a mushy great ponce, Liam," Spike smiled. "A ghra geal." **

They undressed each other slowly, savouring the seconds, since it was almost certain this would be their last time. By the end of this conflict the chances were that one or both of them would be dead, but for now they were caught in a bubble of time and space, removed from reality. Nothing existed but the two of them, their love and desire and the shared history of the past hundred years or so.

Their hands and lips roamed around the smooth coolness of each other's body, finding long hidden zones of pleasure only the other had ever been allowed to access. Frantic kisses and murmurings followed until Spike urged him back onto the bed.

"Let me. For once, just relax and let me?" Spike whispered, his tongue tracing around Angel's ear.

Angel lay back onto the pillows and Spike covered him, kissed him deeply and affectionately, and smiled down into his face.

"Been a long time, love."

"Yeah. Too long. I've missed you."

"Me too. Although I'd deny it 'til I was a pile of dust if it ever got out."

"Hmmph. My Will. William the Bloody."

"Liam the Poof," Spike grinned and bit his neck with human teeth.

Angel gasped and arched his back. Spike moaned against the pale skin and worked his way down to Angel's hard and aching cock.

"Aye. Long time," Spike murmured and wrapped his hand around the shaft, while closing his lips over the head.

"That's about bloody time, boy," Angel grunted, his Irish brogue coming to the surface. Spike chuckled, the vibrations from his mouth travelling down Angel's cock to his balls, making the larger man writhe.

"You remember, don't you? You remember what I can do to you?"

"Yesssssss."

"I'll make it like the first time I fucked you. Slow and easy. Gods help me, it was like fucking a tiger, I didn't know if you'd take it, or kill me."

Angel smiled. "I took it then and I'll take it now, assuming you're ever going to get around to it. You always talk too much."

"Oh I do, do I? Get your knees up," Spike grinned. "I'll show you what else my mouth can do, y'cheeky bugger."

Angel did as asked, opening himself up to Spike's admiring eyes. Seeing his Sire allow himself to be vulnerable like this had always affected Spike in a profound way, even more so knowing that it was Spike he was opening up to, both physically and emotionally. Actually, that wasn't true. It was Will. His Childe.

Spike lay between Angel's outspread legs, his long tongue working Angel's twitching asshole, swirling around and easing inside, preparing him for what was to come and driving him out of his mind. Spike held his legs open when Angel couldn't bear it any longer and gripped the sheet, his knuckles turning even whiter.

Eventually, Spike replaced his tongue with his fingers, sliding them in and out for all he was worth, flicking the prostate as he sucked and licked on Angel's solid cock until finally he was rewarded with a long, drawn out groan of ecstasy and a mouthful of come. He quickly removed his fingers and scooted up the bed, sliding inside Angel's body smoothly and easily, feeling the last twitches and grasps of his lover's orgasm. He settled Angel's legs over his shoulders and began to thrust in and out, slow and deep.

"Oh gods, Liam. I'd forgotten how good you feel. So bloody tight."

Angel's head rolled from side to side on the pillow and his hips rocked in Spike's rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust, drowning in sensation and wishing Spike could get deeper; crawl inside his skin. "That's it, that's the way, Will. Mo shearc, a thaisce," *** Angel mumbled as Spike quickened his thrusts. Angel gasped, his ass twitching in a second, dry orgasm and Spike buried his head into Angel's neck, coming with a groan.

Angel stroked his lover's back, rocking him gently through the aftershocks of his orgasm and unwilling to let him go. He moved his legs down, resting his calves on Spike's, holding him with strong arms and kissing his hair.

"That was always right between us, even when nothing else was, eh?" Angel murmured.

Spike kissed him softly, and then replied in Cornish, "Ea. My a'th kar, kerensedhek ow." ****

Angel smiled. Will only used the language of his ancestors when it had been exceptionally good.

"Can we just stay here and forget everything else is goin' on?"

"Sounds like a bloody good idea to me."

Angel rested Spike's head in the crook of his neck and relaxed his legs so that Spike was lying in between them.

"For the rest of the day, fuck all of it. It's just you and me. Deal?"

"Do for me. Now shut your gob and go to sleep for a bit, eh pet? I'm knackered."

Angel smiled as he felt Spike nestle comfortably into his embrace and only when he knew his Childe was sleeping did he close his eyes. Content. For now.


fin

Author's notes:
* Irish Gaelic for 'My heart is within you'
** Irish Gaelic for 'My bright love'
*** Irish Gaelic for 'My love and My treasure'
**** Cornish for 'Yes. I love you, my beloved.'