Feral 3/7
 
Author: Lilithangel
 
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
 
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
 
Fandom: AtS
 
Characters: Angel/Spike
 
Genre: slash
 
Warnings: will be slash.  This chapter contains some squicky injury treatment.
 
Summary: Post NFA, Angel continues the fight thinking he is alone but he finds a badly hurt feral Spike hiding out in the Hyperion. How does he react and can he help Spike heal? This is for DR who always gives me feedback on LJ and the Yahoo groups. You said you liked feral Spike honey, hope you like my version.
 
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Two days later and still Angel could see nothing but animal cunning in Spike's eyes.  The younger vampire was filling out and some of the smaller injuries were finally healing with a good diet of human and cow blood.  Spike had rejected the human blood to start with vomiting it back up and whining in distress, but slowly he accepted it.
 
Finally Angel determined that it was time to fix the arm and the later discovered dislocated hip that was responsible for the awkward gait Angel had seen.
 
He hadn't been able to touch Spike, but the blond did respond to his directions at least when they were gestures.  Angel still had no idea how much or how little Spike understood.
 
Angel moved to the cage door and Spike moved back to the cot.  Angel entered the cage as slowly as he could, trying not to appear threatening.  Spike was pressed as far back as he could go but did not growl this time.
 
Angel sat carefully down on the cot and offered Spike the mug of doctored blood he had prepared.  Not certain if the blond would be able to smell drugged blood Angel had laced the first mug liberally with vodka hoping that much would not have changed.
 
Spike strained towards the blood but did not take the offering.  Angel tipped some of the blood into his hand and presented that to Spike.  Never taking his eyes off Angel Spike licked the blood from his hand.
 
It felt strange to have Spike feed from his hand but Angel kept still and simply added more blood as Spike lapped it down with enthusiasm.  The fuzziness in Spike's eyes told Angel the vodka was working so he went and grabbed the second mug that was laced with barbiturates.
 
Spike drank down the second offering of blood and slowly his eyes started to close.  A flash of comprehension showed followed by a look of betrayal as the drugs took the blond under.
 
Angel quelled his guilt at the look and set things up for what was going to be a painful operation.
 
Putting Spike's hip back was the easy part and resetting the broken arm was awkward but doable.  It was the hand that was the daunting prospect.  Angel winced with every finger he had to re-break and re-set straight.  He could feel the shattered bones shift under his touch and could only pray that he wasn't making things worse.
 
Spike was fighting off the effects of the drugs as Angel finished bandaging his damaged hand.  Angel was pushed off the cot by the angry blond who growled in pain and confusion.
 
"I'm sorry Spike," Angel said, "You will feel better I promise.  Just leave the bandages alone."  Spike worried at the coverings with his teeth, sniffing at his body with suspicion.
 
Spike would not drink the blood Angel offered him the next day until Angel took a sip first to prove it was safe.  Even then Angel had to back away from the blood and wait outside the cage before Spike would move forward to lap it up hungrily.
 
Angel cleaned up the basement and moved more of his belongings down to be comfortable.  Compelled to head out at night and continue to patrol Angel would hurry back before dawn anxious to ensure Spike was still safe.  He refused to question his motives in helping the feral vampire.
 
He found that he was talking almost non-stop to the blond.  Telling him all about patrol and what was happening in the city hoping that there would be a response even if it was a snarky one.  Spike watched him carefully and appeared to be listening to him but Angel could not tell if anything he said was understood.
 
Spike finally allowed Angel into the cage long enough to remove the bandages from his hand and check the healing but flinched away when Angel touched his head.  He was walking normally again but seemed to prefer crouching on his haunches to sitting.  The burn slowly faded leaving shiny new skin behind that bled a couple of times after Spike scratched at it.  Angel threatened to re-bandage Spike's hands if he didn't stop.  Although he couldn't tell whether Spike understood the threat or the tone of voice.
 
One night Angel returned early to find Spike sprawled out on the cot fisting his cock leisurely.  He saw Angel standing there but continued to pump his shaft with a complete disregard for Angel's presence.
 
Embarrassed Angel did not know where to look and found he could not tear his gaze away as the blond's body arched and globs of cum spattered across the taut belly.  Angel was as hard as a rock when Spike enthusiastically gathered up the cum and licked his hand clean.  Leaving the basement quickly Angel found a quiet spot to bring himself to completion with only a few short strokes.
 
Angel had never thought he was interested in men but could not deny Spike's attraction.  However it felt like an invasion to be aroused by Spike while the blond was in the state he was in.
 
Tired of living in the basement Angel decided to take a risk and let Spike out of the cage.  The vampire was becoming restless as he healed and grew stronger no longer so wary of Angel.  If he were to tell the truth Angel was also becoming uncomfortable with the blond being naked.  It had been alright when he was injured but now Angel was acutely aware of Spike's state.
 
After bringing in the blood that Spike still lapped up from the mug Angel casually left the cage door open when he left and pottered about in the basement tidying up.
 
Angel watched out of the corner of his eye as Spike edged closer to the open door sniffing suspiciously.  When Angel did not react Spike moved right to the opening poised to dash back.  Finally, excruciatingly slow, Spike crabbed out of the cage.  Casually Angel moved to block the sewer access just in case Spike decided to bolt, but the vampire appeared to be content with exploring the room.
 
When he reached the nest Spike burrowed into Angel's blankets rolling around, and Angel realised he was remarking his territory.
 
"I guess I should be glad you're not pissing on my stuff," Angel said gratified that Spike merely grunted at him and didn't flinch from his words anymore.
 
Remembering the blond's liking for human food Angel had ordered spicy buffalo wings from a local restaurant and he opened the container as Spike continued his exploration.
 
Spike's head lifted as the scent of spicy wings reached him.  He swivelled around zeroing in on the tantalising smell.
 
"Smell good does it?" Angel walked backwards to the stairs holding the container out in front of him.  "You want one?" Angel lifted a wing out and waved it gently.
 
Spike edged closer to Angel eyes fixed on the buffalo wing.  Angel backed up the stairs holding the wing just out of Spike's reach.  At the top of the stairs Spike lunged at Angel knocking him through the door and onto his arse.
 
Spike grabbed the wing from Angel and ran across the lobby to press against the wall eating the buffalo wing as he went.  Angel picked himself up and laughed at Spike's manoeuvre.  While Spike was occupied with the wing Angel locked the basement door and went into the kitchen.
 
A few moments later the door was pushed open and Spike peered in.  Angel sat calmly at the kitchen table drinking some blood as the blond vampire snuck forward eyes fixed on the container of wings.
 
Just as Spike reached out for the container Angel's hand darted out and pulled it away.  Spike growled at Angel who simply pushed a chair out with his foot.
 
"Sit down with me and eat them," Angel said pointing at the chair.  Spike stared at him in confusion.  Angel took a wing out and held it where Spike could see it, "sit on the chair and you can have them," Angel patted the seat encouragingly.
 
Spike put one hand on the chair in mimic watching Angel carefully.  Angel smiled, "that's right, you sit on the chair and this lovely spicy wing is all yours."
 
A second hand followed and then Spike attempted to crawl onto the chair.  Angel bit down on a laugh at the sight of Spike trying to crouch on the seat on all fours.  Spike stared intently at Angel and then sat down heavily on the chair.
 
"Good boy," Angel praised pushing over the container of wings.  Watching Spike devour them Angel licked the sauce off his own fingers aware that a healthy Spike would have ripped his head off for the good boy comment, and regretting the loss.  Despite how much Spike annoyed him Angel missed his fire and the arguments they had.
 
Spike was watching him suck the last of the sauce off his fingers and Angel was reminded again that he really needed to get Spike cleaned up properly and dressed.
 
A naked Spike was disturbing on too many levels up here in the hotel proper.
 
TBC...