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Midnight and Roses	By : dayrunner Category: BtVS AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 5179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Midnight and Roses - 4/?
Author: Dayrunner
Fandom: BTVS - AU
Genre: Slash m/m
Pairing: Dom Spike/Sub Angel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In this AU, Spike will always be the Alpha/Master vampire, Angel will always be the Beta/human. Spike will turn Angel eventually, making him his dependent Childe. What made Angel fall in love with Spike? Or, was it the other way around?
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from TVS.
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MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 4

Spikes’ voice was barely a whisper.
“Don’t hate you . . . ”
“Love . . . you . . . ” were the only words that the blond vampire could force out before unconsciousness finally overtook him.

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Angels had been kneeling on the cold marble floor of Spike’s crypt for hours, gently rocking with the small vampire’s broken body wrapped tightly in his arms. He cried softly while he stroked Spike’s platinum hair and tenderly kissed the top of his head before heavy sobs of revulsion and remorse wracked his body once more.

“I’m sorry, Spike... so sorry... Never meant to... hurt...”

Spike lay like a limp rag doll in Angel’s arms, unmoving. His tee shirt was stretched and torn from Angel’s attack and his pants were still not pulled up enough to cover him. The blood from his broken nose had congealed into a dirty mix on his face, and the bruises around his eyes were already turning into black racoon-like eyes. The blond vampire would always breathe, even though he had no need to, but he was not breathing now.

It was noon time when the bells from the nearby chapel chimed the hour and Angel finally came to his senses. There was no way he could ever take back what he had just done to Spike and running away was not an option. Not this time. Angel’s solution to all of his past problems had always been to run away from them, hoping that if he put enough distance between himself and the problem, it would just go away. This time he had to step up for someone whom he cared deeply for but was too afraid to admit it to himself. He had to step up for Spike.

Angel rose to his feet with Spike’s body still clutched tightly in his arms. His legs were weak and he waited for the numbness to pass before he started toward Spike’s bedroom in the dark subterranean cavern. He walked as if in a trance, his mind empty of all thoughts except for those of the previous twelve hours and concern for the vampire he was carrying in his arms. How he wished to all the gods that he could just go back and change the past.

Spike’s bedroom was nothing out of the ordinary now. Gone were most of the candles that were lit when Angel had been there earlier; the only ones left cast a surreal glow over everything in the huge chamber. Angel walked over to Spike’s bed and gently laid him down. Gone were the flower petals from earlier as well. Everything was gone.

Angel flipped the switch on one of the Tiffany lamps that the night stand held. It glowed softly, adding to the shadows already dancing on the walls but it did not give off much light. Picking up one of the nearby tapers, he went about lighting several large pillar candles to give him enough light to work by. He scoured the surrounding area for anything useable to clean and treat Spike’s injuries but found little. A pitcher of water in a basin with a wash cloth was a welcome find, as well as several bottles of liquor with 80 percent proof alcohol. Other than that, there was nothing.

After setting up his find on the night stand, Angel sat down next to Spike and reached over to remove what was left of his clothes. His hands trembled as he undid Spike’s belt buckle and slid his torn pants down off his legs. Angel blanched and felt like he would vomit when he saw the dried blood mixed with cum that covered Spike’s inner thighs and still oozed out of his rectum.

“Oh fuckin’ Jeezus...” Angel gasped out in revulsion at what he had done. Pushing down his need to puke and his urge to run away, Angel reached up and tore the rest of Spike’s tee shirt away from his body.

It wasn’t easy. Spike’s alabaster skin against the black satin sheets under him made him look ethereal and his small frame, covered in blood and bruises, made him look more like a frail childlike being rather than a powerful Master vampire. As tears filled his eyes again, Angel poured water into the basin on the night stand and wrung out the wash cloth. He gently wiped the blood on Spike’s face, making note of cuts and scratches that needed tending. The same was done over Spike’s arms, legs and body and Angel made sure to take extra care and gentleness when he had cleaned and tended between Spike’s legs. He dabbed the 80 proof alcohol where it was needed and being at a loss as to what he should do next, Angel pulled the sheet over Spike and hoped the vampire’s healing power would kick in. Then he lay down next to Spike and cried himself to sleep.

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It wasn’t long after sunset when Spike’s eyes flew open and he sat bolt upright in his bed, gasping for air. He took in huge breaths that filled his lungs quickly, making him cough hard. “Fuckin’ bloody Jeezus!” he cried out as the rise and fall of his chest made his broken ribs hurt like hell, and he hugged himself tightly. Spike shook his head, trying to remember what had happened to make him feel so bad. While he breathed in fits and starts, he suddenly felt the bed shift and looked over to see Angel scramble out and fall to the floor. The memory of Angel’s attack came crashing back in an instant. “Wot the fuck! You still ‘ere?” he managed to rasp out.

Angel woke up in a panic when he heard Spike coughing next to him. He scrambled to his feet as fast as he could, but his long legs had gotten tangled in the sheets and he fell to the floor. He pulled himself to his feet and took a long look at the vampire. “Spike... thank the gods...”

Spike jumped out of bed, pulling the sheet with him to cover up his nakedness without thinking. “So, you ‘ere to finish me off, then?” Spike waved a finger toward Angel and coughed some more. “Gonna’ stake me for touchin’ ya, is that it, pet? Wasn’t beatin’ and rapin’ me good enough for ya? Huh? Wasn’t it good for you, luv? ‘Cause it was sure bloody well good for me, yeah? Evil vampire, ‘ere... in case you ‘aven’t noticed....” Spike pointed to himself for emphasis. “I deserve to be treated like shit, don’t I?”

“Spike... no... I...” Angel stammered as he held out his hands toward Spike in a gesture of supplication, but the vampire didn’t trust the demon hunter any longer. Both men stared at each other in an uneasy silence.

Suddenly, Spike had an epiphany and it was all very clear to him. He was tired. Tired of fighting for what he believed in, tired of the loneliness, the misery and the wretchedness of his unlife. He was tired of always losing everything, mostly through no fault of his own, and if he had to lose one more thing in his unending existence, if he had to lose Angel despite what had happened, he wanted it to end.

Spike furiously unwrapped himself from his sheet and marched over to Angel, not caring if he was naked or not. He stood in front of Angel and pushed his chest out, ignoring the pain it caused. “Know wot, Angel? Do it! Just bloody do it and end my torment! I know you don’t want me...”

“Just... kill me... please...” he said softly as tears slowly ran down his sculpted cheeks and he fell to his knees.

Angel looked down at Spike in stunned amazement. Spike had just dropped to his knees in front of him and was begging to die. Angel closed his eyes in disbelief of Spike’s request. If anyone should be begging, he should be the one begging Spike for forgiveness.

Hot tears started their way down Angel’s face as he knelt in front of Spike. He took Spike’s face in his hands and focused on the azure eyes, heavy with teardrops and marveled at their soulful beauty. He ran his thumbs over Spike’s cheekbones and wiped at the tears that were flowing so freely. “Forgive me, Spike...” Angel whispered as he gently kissed Spike’s lips. “Please...” He drew back onto his haunches and waited.

Spike kept weeping and looked at Angel in shock, questioningly. Then ever so slowly, he reached out and touched Angel’s cheek. “I’ll always forgive you, luv... no matter what you do to me... I’m in love with you...”

Angel took Spike’s hand in his and lightly kissed his fingertips before taking them softly into his mouth. He sucked at each one slowly, sensually, swirling his tongue over and around each digit, while keeping his gaze locked firmly with Spike’s.

Spike slowly closed his eyes at Angel’s touch and let out a soft sigh. When they fluttered open again, Angel saw the want, the need, the love swirling together in sky blue orbs just for him. Angel leaned in and kissed Spike again.

Spike moaned softly and parted his lips. His cool pink tongue snaked out to flick at Angel’s lips, and Angel gasped as Spike’s tongue slid into his mouth. Angel reached out and wrapped his arms around Spike’s body, then pulled him tightly against him. He kissed Spike ravenously; anywhere, everywhere and Spike returned his kisses eagerly. Angel could feel himself hardening and lengthening in his pants as they kissed and touched. “I want you, Spike... need you... so bad...” he panted harshly then pulled Spike tightly to him and ground his hips against Spike hard.

Spike let out a little gasp when Angel crushed himself against him. His chest ached as he breathed but it didn’t matter. He moaned into Angel’s mouth as he kissed him, losing himself in the sensation. He wrapped his arms firmly around Angel’s back and slid his hands down to his ass. He gripped Angel’s cheeks with both hands and pulled them toward himself so that their erections touched. Both men gasped at the feeling and rubbed hard against each other, sending waves of pleasure through every fibre of their being. Then, to Angel’s shock and surprise, Spike gently pulled away.

Spike looked deeply into Angel’s questioning eyes, hoping to find the answers to his loneliness, misery and pain. “Don’t want no pity fuck, Angel,” he said softly. “You do this, there’s no turning back... ever. You’ll always be mine... it’s the vampire way.”

Angel took Spike’s face into his hands and looked into the blue abyss of Spike’s eyes. “I know...” Angel smiled lovingly before he scooped Spike up in his arms and carried him to the bed. He laid him down gently and kissed him once more.

Angel stepped back to remove his clothes. As he peeled off his shirt, his eyes traveled slowly down Spike’s body, taking in the sight of the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He marveled at the pale, translucent skin that seemed to glow ethereally in the dimness. The sinewy muscles under Spike’s skin rippled when he moved and his small frame belied his power. When he came to Spike’s cock, he closed his eyes and hissed at the sight of the engorged member. It bobbed slightly and leaked pre cum freely as did his own shaft when he pulled off his pants.

Spike smiled at Angel and held out his hand in invitation to join him. Angel smiled back and took it without hesitation as he lay down next to Spike and wrapped him in his arms. They lay face to face as they kissed passionately, running their hands over skin to touch and feel all they could. Angel raised one long leg and wrapped it around Spike, drawing him tightly against him so he lay between his legs. They moved against each other as they kissed, rubbing their cocks together. Cool touching hot, faster and faster, harder and harder, grinding together until just before they came. Spike extended his fangs and slipped them gently into Angel’s shoulder while Angel bit down hard on Spike’s, drawing enough blood to make them both go flying over the edge as they came, screaming each other’s name into the night.

~tbc~
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