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 naked vampires.
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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Angel tried not to watch Spike lick the buffalo wing sauce off his hands. The long tongue wrapped around each individual finger to capture every last trace. The blond was hard again Angel could smell the arousal and knew that Spike could smell his as well by the flaring of nostrils.
It was getting more difficult to ignore his reactions to the other vampire, adding more guilt to Angel's plate. However Spike was acting now he would not be interested in Angel normally. Angel was determined that Spike would get better and knew it would be totally inappropriate to take advantage.
"Time to get you cleaned up properly," Angel said getting up from the table. Spike leapt up knocking his chair over jumping nervously at the clatter.
"Come on," Angel said soothingly, "this won't hurt; you'll like it I promise." He backed out of the kitchen keeping his gaze locked on Spike.
Spike followed Angel warily eyes darting around the lobby in fear. Spike froze at the foot of the stairs hunching down and holding onto the banister. Angel spoke softly and coaxed Spike up the stairs one by one.
Finally they reached Angel's bedroom and the feral vampire relaxed a bit at the familiar scent. While Spike was sniffing out the room Angel went next door and turned on the shower. Despite the cleansing Angel had attempted on Spike the younger vampire was still covered in dirt from the sewers.
Spike followed Angel into the bathroom. When the dark vampire put his hand under the shower spray to check the temperature a shove from behind pushed him into the shower cubicle.
Sputtering Angel turned around to see Spike crouched over laughing silently. "So that's how you want to play it," Angel said. He reached out and snagged the unsuspecting Spike by an ankle. Spike struggled but Angel continued to drag the half growling half laughing vampire into the shower with him.
Spike shook his hair out of his face as the water poured over his head but did not resist any more. Angel took advantage of Spike's submission to strip off his own ruined clothes. Grabbing the body wash Angel squirted a large amount directly onto Spike who watched him curiously. When Spike didn't do anything Angel sighed and started soaping up the wash.
Something akin to a purr rumbled through Spike's chest and he pressed against Angel's touch. Slowly the built up grime sluiced away down the drain revealing the patchwork of scars on Spike's skin that regular feeding hadn't removed yet.
Distracted by the scars Angel was caught off guard by a now slippery Spike who pressed his body against Angel and covered him in body wash. A very erect cock rubbed against Angel's hip as Spike's hands kneaded Angel's chest and dropped down to caress his own very interested cock.
"Spike," Angel tried to get hold of Spike's hands to stop him. The touch felt incredible but Angel still felt guilty about being aroused by Spike when the vampire was not in his right mind. Coming to terms with being attracted to Spike was a walk in the park compared to how he felt about taking advantage.
Spike growled in warning and batted Angel's hands away, continuing to stroke Angel's skin.
"You're killing me Spike," Angel groaned unable to stop himself thrusting into the warm soapy grip. Spike purred again in satisfaction and his other hand slipped around Angel's thigh to tease his buttocks.
Desperate now Angel groped around until he found the tap and turned the hot water off. Spike howled at the blast of cold water and jerked away from Angel glaring at him.
"I'm sorry Spike," Angel said, "but it isn't right. I can't take advantage of you like this." Angel's gaze was drawn to the erection pressed against Spike's belly and felt even more guilt. Turning the hot water back on Angel rinsed off and then coaxed Spike back under the spray so he could wash the blond's hair.
Spike let Angel turn his around and relaxed back against the larger vampire eyes half closed with pleasure. Feeling the blunt edges of his initial hair hacking attempts Angel realised he would have to cut the rest off or Spike would look ridiculous. Knowing that the blond took as much care of his hair as Angel did he knew Spike would never forgive him for that.
Spike's hands were stroking Angel's thighs and Angel could feel the effects of the cold shower waning. Rinsing Spike's hair Angel steeled himself to distract Spike so that the smaller vampire wouldn't resist the haircut.
Angel took hold of Spike's cock. It felt strange to hold another male in his hand, and it was interesting to note the differences. Spike was longer than Angel but not as thick. They were both uncut so Angel knew exactly how to stroke the shaft for maximum arousal.
Spike pressed against Angel causing friction on the bigger vampire's fully returned erection. Resting his other hand on Spike's narrow hip Angel watched as he stroked Spike. He could feel Spike throbbing in his grip and the firm head glistened with pre-cum.
Spike was thrusting into Angel's hand his buttocks rubbing against Angel's cock. Spike's head was thrown back against Angel's shoulder his eyes half closed with pleasure. A small whimper was the only warning Angel got as Spike spilled over his hand. It was enough for Angel though and he painted Spike's back with cum.
Spike collapsed bonelessly against Angel and allowed the bigger vampire to rinse him clean. Angel pulled Spike out of the shower and went to grab a towel only to be hit by masses of droplets as Spike shook his body dry.
"Hey," Angel laughed grabbing a towel in self defence. He tossed it over Spike's head much to the blond's consternation. Spike shook the towel off and grinned at Angel.
Angel blinked at how innocent Spike appeared with his hair spikier than his name from Angel's bad hairdressing, and a smile that Angel had seldom seen in the past.
"You are going to hate me for this next bit," Angel said as he led Spike out into the bedroom.
Spike tilted his head to one side at Angel's words, almost as if he understood the feeling if not the words.
Spike flinched away when Angel picked up the scissors watching him with something akin to dread.
"It will grow back," Angel said pushing him to sit on the bed and holding onto his shoulder just in case the blond decided to bolt. Spike whimpered as his hair fell around him, but kept still.
When it was as short as Angel could get it he plugged in the razor he had bought. This did cause a reaction from Spike who snarled at the razor and tried to bite it.
"Easy now," Angel said with a laugh pushing Spike back down. He quickly shaved the last of Spike's hair off leaving a soft downy layer. He took great care around the back of Spike's skull where it was still bruised and swollen.
As soon as Angel stopped Spike bounced off the bed and crouched in the corner of the room. Angel sighed with regret and tidied up the scattered blond hair.
Since he was already naked and very tired Angel stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes. Just as sleep claimed him Angel felt the side of the bed dip and a small form curled up beside him.
TBC...
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