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jasonsnenerockstarpeachkatsa_db_loverdarkspace99Ladies, I hope that you all had fabulous days! I have written a Spangel fic that I hope you will all accept as a humble little gifty 'cause I love you all so much! *big smooches*
(Nene...You're other present will be winging it's way shortly!!!)
This Spangel features a slightly feral Angel and is (shock, horror *G*) NC-17...........
Possessive
Everyone was nervous.
Angel had been kidnapped – or was it vampnapped? – and hauled off to another dimension several weeks ago, held to ransom by some disgruntled former clients. Spike didn’t know what type of demons they were, or even what they had wanted: he’d let Charlie deal with the details of all that.
In fact, he’d been fairly useless throughout the whole process, while Gunn worked on the legal side, Fred on the scientific and Wesley on the mystical, with Lorne contacting everyone who owed him a favour to try to gain information. He’d felt so impotent, having nothing to bring to the table that might help. All he’d been able to do was go out and kill things with fierce abandon as he tried to pretend that he wasn’t worried about the big pouf.
Finally, they’d found a way to bring him back. Spike supposed they’d told him what it was but he couldn’t remember. He was far too worried about what state he might be in.
They had no idea how time was moving in the alternate dimension, and thus how long Angel had been away; Wesley had said it could have been anything from a month to fifty years. They also had no idea what, if anything, had been done to him.
The gang were concerned about his physical and mental health – about whether he might be injured or damaged. So was Spike. But he was also afraid that Angel would be dangerous. He’d tried to convince everyone to be out of the way when the other vampire re-materialised and to let him deal with it, but they had of course refused.
He closed his eyes and drew a big gulp of useless air into his lungs, trying to calm himself.
As Wesley finished the necessary incantation, there was the obligatory flash of blinding light and unpleasant smell of ozone. And, after the smoke had cleared, there was Angel.
Spike breathed a sigh of relief – he was standing, he was clothed and his hair was only a little long and mussed.
Once he got over his initial impression and began to notice smaller details, he decided that his sigh of relief may have been premature.
“Stop!” he shouted when Fred went to rush towards him. She immediately halted and looked at him curiously. Wesley and Gunn were staring warily at Angel, trying to assess his condition, although Spike could tell that they were relieved by his appearance.
Angel was dressed, but they weren’t his clothes. They were also quite ragged and tattered. Spike was pretty sure that he’d been taken care of – he was relatively clean and he’d obviously had his hair cut (he could now see that it had been hacked at rather haphazardly) – but the blond thought he’d been captive for quite a long time. His eyes were glittering and fierce, his posture defensive…
Worst of all, he reeked of human blood.
The scent made Spike’s head spin. Angel was jacked on the stuff – he must have had three people’s blood roaring through his dead veins. A quick assessment of his body and Spike could see that he was looking fitter and healthier than he had in a very long time: he was lean and well-muscled, skin almost pink from how much he had fed, and he just radiated strength.
“Spike, what is it?” asked Wesley quietly, keeping his tone low and non-threatening. Angel was studying them all, body still tense.
“Angel?” said Gunn, and they were all heartened to see that the vampire reacted to the name, eyes snapping to the black man.
“Don’t make any sudden movements,” ordered Spike. “Don’t do anything that might make him think you’re threatening him.”
“What is it?” repeated Wesley, with just a hint of annoyance. Angel’s appearance was far better than he’d been expecting and he wanted to talk to the vampire and establish just how much damage had been done.
“He’ll be ok,” reassured Spike. “It’s just that he’s fed on a lot of human blood. His demon will be buzzing. And I won’t be strong enough to fight him if he gets it into his head to attack.”
“Why would he attack us?” asked Fred. “Angel? It’s us. Are you ok…?”
He looked at her, narrowing his eyes in what might have been suspicion or an attempt to remember. Spike saw his eyes fly to her neck and caught the flash of desire through his features.
“Angel,” he said quietly, taking a calm step forwards. Instantly, Angel’s attention returned to him and a low growl began to emanate from his throat.
“What’s wrong with him?” wondered Gunn. “Angel…Can you talk, man?”
Spike could see that the other vampire was assessing everyone in the room. He didn’t think he was preparing to attack anyone but he was clearly uncertain and almost scared, which made him unpredictable. Disobeying Spike’s orders, Gunn took a step towards Angel, holding his hand up placatingly.
Immediately, Angel’s eyes flashed golden and he growled more loudly. Gunn stopped.
“That’s not good,” commented Wesley mildly.
Spike knew that he needed Angel’s attention focussed on him, so he experimentally vamped out. A look passed across the other vampire’s features that implied that he felt threatened, but he rather enjoyed the prospect of having to fight to assert his superiority; his face morphed too and he passed a tongue over his fangs.
“Spike…What are you doing?” demanded Fred with something like panic.
“I want you all to leave,” he replied softly.
“What? No! We can’t,” protested Wesley.
“Listen to me…He’ll be more comfortable once he feels he’s established that he’s the alpha male here. He knows that I’m the strongest opposition he has, so he’s gonna want to make me submit to him.”
“Ah…Like a metaphorical baring of the neck?” said Wes, nodding in understanding. Once Angel was more secure and settled, they could start trying to figure a way to bring him out of his rather feral state.
“Yeah…except more literal than metaphorical,” replied Spike, keeping his eyes trained on Angel. He didn’t miss the way that the other vampire had stepped to the side and was apparently considering circling him.
“Oh…”
“Exactly. To be honest, this ain’t gonna be pretty and I don’t want any of you to see it.”
“What do you me-”
Gunn’s words were cut off in a cry of alarm as Angel suddenly rushed at Spike. The blond jumped back and held his hands out, palms first, which gave the other vampire pause. He leaned in close, invading Spike’s space totally, and began to sniff at him. The blond remained stock-still, body tense and thrumming, as Angel ran his nose all the way up his neck. For all his wariness, Spike wasn’t able to remain completely unaffected by the proximity and raw animal behaviour of the brunet, and he felt a thrill of fear-fuelled lust skitter through him.
Breathing in deeply of the scent of Spike’s blood, trepidation and arousal, Angel suddenly seemed satisfied of something and an expression of understanding and clarity settled on his features. He pressed their torsos together and licked a broad line up Spike’s cheek, making him gasp with surprised pleasure and everyone else gasp with shock.
“Mine,” he growled gutturally.
Spike felt a dizzying thump of lust slam through his body and he struggled to remain in control of himself, swallowing hard. The others were understandably shocked and a little horrified, although he was half-irked and half-amused to note that Wes seemed pleased that Angel could still speak.
“Get. Out. Of. Here,” he instructed them very deliberately as Angel began to react to the scent of his arousal, need flashing bright in his golden eyes and a strange, possessive growling purr starting up.
“Are you gonna be okay?” asked Fred as the three of them backed towards the door. “He looks like he wants to bite you…”
“He wants to do a whole bunch of things to me, pet. None of which I want anyone witnessing…so fog the windows, yeah?”
“Spike…” began Wesley uncertainly.
“Percy, it’s fine,” he snapped, trying not to cry out as Angel suddenly dropped down to a crouch in front of him. “Go now!” he ordered, flushing as the brunet scented his crotch and pushed his face into it, trying to get closer to the source of arousal.
The gang immediately departed, fortunately remembering to turn the windows to the lobby opaque and slamming the door as they did so.
“Angel?” he said questioningly, eyes rolling at the friction on his cock. When he got no response, he slipped his fingers through the other vampire’s hair and gently tugged him away from his crotch.
Angel didn’t take well to this minor transgression. Right then, he was pumped up on human blood like it was PCP, almost purely predator. He had to be the alpha.
Snarling warningly, he jumped to his full height shockingly quickly and roared at Spike, landing a solid punch to his jaw that was only meant to be a warning but drew blood. Although it hurt like a son of a bitch, the blond only flinched a little. He didn’t retaliate, but he did growl back, trying to demonstrate that although he was weaker he was still a force to be reckoned with. If Angel decided him too soft, he might go off in search of other prey.
Apparently pleased with the reaction, the other vampire pressed close to him, sniffing and licking at his face and neck. Spike shivered at the sensory overload, the scent of the blood in Angel’s veins and of raw, potent arousal surrounding him in a heady cloud.
Obviously catching the smell of the blond’s blood again and recognising it, he repeated, “Mine.”
When Spike didn’t give him the response he seemed to want, Angel tackled him to the ground without warning. He cried out in surprise, pain and some instinctive fear as Angel began to tear at his clothes, long nails leaving deep gouges in his pale flesh.
Spike tried to deflect him without actually fighting him off, but it was a difficult balance to strike. Plus, now that he was vamped out and excited, it was hard to control his desire to trade blows with Angel like they usually did and which pretty much constituted their definition of “foreplay”.
“Angel!” he hissed, anxiety and anger warring in his tone. His tee-shirt was in tatters, his Levis weren’t faring much better, the scent of his freely flowing blood appeared to be driving the brunet into more of a frenzy and he was snarling ferociously, obviously enraged about something.
Angel ignored him, suddenly punching him hard. Spike knew he was upset but he couldn’t keep letting the other vampire tear chunks out of him. He thumped him back, pulling the blow slightly, and forced them into a roll. Angel appeared to like that game better and they tussled for a little while, with the bigger vampire inevitably coming to a rest on top of an almost naked Spike with a shout of triumph.
Deciding it was the optimum moment, not wanting Angel to become furious or displeased again, Spike threw his head back and bared his neck. He felt a twinge of humiliation, a voice inside goading him that he was like a fawning puppy flashing its soft underbelly, but he suppressed it. If he wanted Angel comfortable and secure, on the road to recovery as soon as possible and without having to restrain him, this was the best way.
With a growl that seemed to be mostly contentment, Angel plunged his fangs deep into Spike’s throat as he held down his arms, He didn’t take much blood – he wasn’t hungry and he didn’t like the underlying taste of animal – but he kept his teeth buried for long minutes, enjoying Spike’s surrender and rocking his erection against his hip.
The blond was almost ashamed to find himself enjoying the total domination and he was relieved when Angel withdrew his teeth. “Mine,” he said again as he licked over the wound.
Finally, Spike understood the response that he wanted. Although it went against the grain and he fully intended to deny it later, he capitulated. “Yours.”
Angel kissed him then. It was all animal passion, full of fang and ferocity, but Spike knew that it was affection after a fashion and he reciprocated as best he could.
Unsurprisingly, the big vampire’s other needs soon became too pressing for him to ignore and he had neither the ability nor the inclination to deny himself in his present state. He rolled Spike onto his front, tearing his own pants in his hurry to free his engorged dick. The blond gritted his teeth and dug his nails into his palms, knowing that Angel would just ram his way inside, which he did.
In truth, Spike didn’t mind so much, despite the initial pain. His pride and their sketchy dynamic in recent years had prevented him from submitting to this kind of possessive taking, although he secretly adored it. Angel’s full weight bore down on him and he pinned his arms as he thrusted forcefully. Spike had no leverage to participate in the rhythm, so he lay prone, relaxing as much as possible and gasping loudly as Angel sank his teeth into the back of his neck like the rutting animal he was.
The blond felt his own demon rising stronger within him than he usually allowed. He was excited by the brutality and violence, the smells of blood and lust, and the commanding, bestial way that Angel was behaving. Not only that, but in some ways the other vampire was being more nurturing than normal; he even offered his wrist to Spike in the heat of passion and the human blood aroused him further.
Angel had no reason or desire to draw things out and he came quickly, roaring loudly enough that Spike was surprised the windows didn’t shake in their frames. He licked and nibbled at the blond as he withdrew, lazy spurts of cum still leaving his cock to splatter and mark his ass and back. A low, rumbling purr started in his chest and he rolled Spike over.
Wincing at the pain, slightly fed up at being flung around like a rag-doll, and frustratingly hard, the smaller vampire was about to do something stupid – like snarl – when he cried out in amazed pleasure instead.
Lightning-quick, Angel had slipped down his body and was now lapping enthusiastically at his dick, the purring increasing in volume; he sounded like a baby tiger. Surprised and delighted, Spike groaned loudly, lightly resting his hands on the brunet’s shoulders and rocking his hips very gently. He was incredibly turned on, looking down as golden eyes bored up into his, and he soon felt his balls draw up as the delicious, spiralling pleasure peaked.
“Fuck! Angel, I’m coming,” he warned, not even sure whether the other vampire understood, but concerned about the consequences of surprising him with a face-full of cum.
Angel drew back a little as he shot, licking and nibbling at his balls instead, but as he morphed back to his human visage, he began to lap up the pools of semen from Spike’s abdomen. Looking down to see familiar (if slightly wild) chocolate eyes as Angel continued to clean him, he felt another shiver of lust. The brunet crawled slowly back up and then drew him into an embrace that made him grateful he didn’t need to breathe, clamping him to his broad, vibrating chest.
As Angel shuffled around, apparently creating some sort of makeshift nest from their destroyed clothes, he licked and kissed Spike’s neck and face.
“Even like this, you’re still a complete pouf, aren’t you?” smiled the blond, rather embarrassed to find that his own chest was rumbling as Angel finally closed his eyes, holding his prize close to his body in an uncompromising grip.
“Mine,” he gloated contentedly, purring himself to sleep.
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The gang had sent everyone from the floor home, terrified by the shouts, growls, crashes and roars coming from the office. Once all had been quiet for a while, Wesley motioned for the others to stay behind him as he cautiously opened the door and crept inside.
He stopped dead in his tracks, shocked. Spike was curled up in a sleeping, almost naked Angel’s arms, practically imprisoned. He was completely nude and Wes could see bruises and gouges already beginning to heal on his body. He had bite marks on his neck. The human almost jumped as blue eyes rolled towards him – he hadn’t realised that Spike was awake, or even conscious.
“Are you okay?” he whispered fretfully.
“Fine,” replied Spike. Angel must be feeling safer – although he had mostly awoken as Wesley entered the room, he hadn’t tensed or even bothered to open his eyes yet. “He’s gonna be alright.”
Wes almost sagged with relief. “What did he do? How do you know? How long will it take? What can we do?” he babbled. He had feared that Angel would need to be chained up and tranquilised until they could somehow help him remember.
“He’s just a bit…feral. He needed to do some…I don’t know. Dominating? Territory claiming? Like a big cat. He feels more secure now and it’ll help him adjust back. Gonna be maybe three weeks before we can wean him totally off the human blood. After that he’ll be safe with people again. Maybe another week or two until he’s functioning like usual again and probably another fortnight ‘til he’s totally back to normal.”
“That’s a relief,” breathed Wesley. He suspected that Angel would appear normal before that time, but Spike was apparently referring to his actual mental condition.
“Not really,” sighed the blond. “I think I prefer the git like this.”
Wes smiled. It was obvious how relieved Spike was to have found him in one piece, even if he tried not to show it. “Why so long with the human blood?”
“It’ll send him batty if we cold-turkey him. Might go hunting. At first he’ll need it from the tap,” he explained, idly running his fingers up and down Angel’s arm. He didn’t seem embarrassed that they were naked and that it was obvious what had happened. “I’ll need human blood from Medical and he can feed from me to begin with. Then we’ll give him blood-bags, then mugs. Start introducing the animal blood. It’ll be like giving Methadone for a smack junkie. It’s long-winded but the most painless and most likely to succeed.”
The human nodded. “I’ll set it up.”
“You need to leave him with me…pretty much all the time. He won’t be safe with people at first, even when he starts talking and insists he’s okay.”
“What should we do?”
“Run this place,” he shrugged. “Find out where he’s been and wot they did to him…Try to keep word off the bloody street.” He didn’t want much contact with the gang either for a couple of weeks; Angel would need all his attention and if he was going to be drinking human blood, his cravings would be acute too with the demon close to the surface and vivid dreams. Plus…spending some time alone with the big vampire might be nice…He almost rolled his eyes in self-disgust for even thinking it.
Wes came a couple of steps closer, trying to get a better look at Angel and assess whether he had any injuries.
Spike felt Angel’s arm tighten possessively around him and brown eyes flew open.
Baring his teeth slightly, he growled, “Spike…Mine.”
Delighted that he apparently remembered who the blond vampire was, trying not to chuckle as Spike frowned in annoyance, he nodded. “Yes, Angel.”
The big vampire smiled smugly, snuggling him closer and licking his ear. Clearly, his superiority had been established. Fragments of memory were rushing back in the familiar environment but, content for now, he temporarily rejected most of them and just held onto the bits that he wanted.
“Spike…William…My boy,” he murmured.
“Oh, bloody marvellous,” grumbled Spike, spotting irritably that the purring had started up again. It sounded like there was a sodding traction engine in the room.
Worse, some of it was coming from him.
THE END.
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