Title: From the First Time
Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me!
Rating: R, to be safe, though I don’t think any higher than PG-13
Warnings: Glossy m/m sex, unrequited love, un-beta’d
Pairings: S/A, but also A/S
Spoilers: Sort of Destiny (bride) and sort of A Hole in the World (cavemen/astronaut squabble)
Feedback: Pretty please with naked Spangels on top?
Author’s Notes: Another random one-shot, this one was sort of written to go along with my vid “From the First Time” and it does… short of… And I am one of those people who just won’t believe Dru sired Spike :D, so yeah, Angel’s Spike’s sire in this.
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From the first time he had ever seen him, there was something there. At that moment he understood who his real sire was no matter what his memories attested to. After all he was only lucid for the first half; he had no idea what went on after that.
The only problem is that, bloody awful poet that he was; he could never find the right words to tell him. To say: “I know!” and be done with the pussyfooting around. When ever he tried it only ended in a brawl or a bout of torture or oddly enough a chess game… but just that once. He won the game too, but he still couldn’t manage. He just wanted to take him by the shoulders look into those big dopey brown eyes and say, “I love you Sire. I always have. I fucking well love you!” But no it was Buffy or bloody cups or sodden cavemen!
He remembered it clear as day (well clear as day if he could still see day beyond fancy windows) Dru had lead him into the parlour, he was sated on sex and blood and he had felt it, the stirring in his stomach, the hairs on the back of his neck and he turned and there was a bloody hulking silhouette of a man, six feet tall and three feet wide a giant for the day. Watching with those black needle eyes blood glistening tantalizingly on a proud cheek raked by feminine nails. And by god he wanted him, he craved him, his body yearned for him. Electricity ran through his body at that one touch to his wrist, a burning hotter than the sunlight blistering his fledgling vampire skin.
He was scared at first, terrified of this demon but it wasn’t long that he could fight the attraction, everything about the gorilla was alluring more so than his dark goddess more so than his wickedly talented whore of a grandsire.
And Angelus knew this, he could smell it taste it and he used it. The moment they were alone, in that church at that wedding he had pushed the fledgling against the alter and dropped to his knees, taking his blood filled erection past warm lips his blood was hot from the recent kill. He gasped, his hands shooting down to tangle in dark locks, head falling back to slam violently against the alter looking out at the body strewn chapel with heavy lidded eyes.
When he was spent Angelus rose, wiping his lips with his blood stained sleeve and leered down at the smaller vampire. Laughing he took up the half conscious evermore virgin bride and skipped out of the church, twinkling eyes acting as a leash for the fledgling.
Many may think it odd that their first time Angelus had taken the subservient position but Angelus had learned better through his years, the power that a man on his knees had to bend the other to his will. And Angelus was right, that one amazing mind blowing suck had William chasing after his elder like a puppy. Craving for another glance, yearning for another touch in days following Angelus had succeeded in seducing William flat on his back. He had won exactly what he wanted, the virgin channel and William loved every second of it.
Now though there were no more lingering glances, to more grazing touches, no more world shattering blow jobs and certainly no more William on his back. Now they weren’t Angelus and William where deviation was their raison d’etre. No, now they were Spike and Angel, heroes of the people and saviours of puppies, forests and flower beds. Now he couldn’t quite bring himself to admit it. Now he didn’t know if he even wanted to.
Oh, he told himself he wanted to, but if he really wanted to why didn’t he just say? Why did he clam up and get tongue tied after everything? They were no strangers to intimacy and he thought his feelings would be returned but he was still scared.
His feet crunched over the glass of a once vase and he frowned down at it. Walking further into Angel’s large flat he looked around to see the elder vampire sitting on one of his cushy couches nursing a glass of whisky.
“What do you want Spike?” Angel asked agitatedly.
“Angel I…” Spike opened his mouth but nothing as usual came out, nothing of course that he wanted to come that is, “I just don’t think that a bunch of over hanging brow cavemen could beat astronauts.”
The glare Angel sent the younger vampire was so dark that if he hadn’t seen it all before it would have Spike running home with his proverbial tail between his legs.
“I thought you did think cavemen would win,” Angel said evenly, his jaw ticking.
Spike shifted, “Er… right.” He waited a moment, fidgeting where he stood before striding over to Angel and plopping unceremoniously down on the couch, snatching the bottle from Angel.
“’S’what I meant! Cavemen… right… primal… the problem with you Angel…” As Spike entered full rant, somewhere in the back of his mind a voice niggled maybe next time.
The End