St Petersburg
 
Author: Lilithangel
 
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
 
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
 
Fandom: AtS
 
Characters: Angelus/Spike
 
Genre: slash
 
Warnings/Rating: NC 17 for sexual activity between two males and some description of violence.
 
Summary: for sevendeadlyfun request on feedmykink.  From "A Hole in the World":"St. Petersburg?" "I thought you'd forgotten" What's up with that? Clearly something violent and in my mind, dirty. Tell me the story, someone! No real specifics here, but I'd like to see some Spangel lovin'.
 


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"Just hold my hand"
 
"St Petersburg."
 
"Thought you'd forgotten."
 
How could he forget the one moment that kept him coming back despite the words between them and meant that Angel would never stake him no matter what.
 
St Petersburg 1896
 
"This one is not my fault," Spike said rubbing his rapidly bruising jaw.
 
"Maybe not but you didn't help matters now did you?" Angelus said with a growl.
 
Silently Angelus dragged Spike through a doorway into an old barn.  Together they leapt up into the hayloft and crouched down low as the flickering torch lights streamed past.
 
"Lucky the vamps weren't part of the mob," Spike said with a grin as silence fell outside.
 
"There wouldn't have been a mob if you had been able to keep your mouth shut," Angelus said brushing the straw from his clothes distastefully.
 
"You were the one that insulted the bloody clan leader not me," Spike said.
 
"Clan pride is important, William," Angelus said stiffly.
 
"Angelus pride more like," Spike snorted.  "Darla is going to remove the skin from our bodies for making her leave the party so quickly.  At least they got out."
 
"Leaving us to deal with the mess," Angelus grumbled.  He jumped down from the loft and started to search the barn for weapons.
 
"We did make it," Spike said landing beside him.  "So what's the plan then?"
 
"Cut off the head and the body dies."
 
"We're going to take on an entire clan, the two of us?"
 
"The two of us."
 
"Just bloody wonderful."
 
"Frederick won't know what hit him.  He won't be expecting a frontal attack, or any attack at this point.  We pick off his guards then move in. I know for certain that two of his childer are out of town so they won't be a problem." Angelus gathered a number of bits of wood and tossed them to Spike while he stuffed a variety of other things into his pockets.
 
Spike shrugged and proceeded to fashion the wood into rudimentary stakes.  His eyes gleamed at the thought of more violence even if he thought Angelus was mad to take on Frederick's entire clan.
 
Finally satisfied Angelus picked up a leather horse feeder and led the way out of the barn.  Spike didn't even bother to ask what it was for knowing he wouldn't get a straight answer anyway.
 
A stop at the local church showed what the leather feeder was for when Angelus filled it with holy water.  A young priest attempted to object so Angelus suggested they gather their strength and shut him up at the same time.
 
Spike would never admit it but he loved sharing a kill with Angelus.  In those moments it was like it had been when Dru first brought him home.  Angelus dropped the corpse to the ground and grinned at Spike.  Spike grinned back and licked the last of the blood off his lips.
 
Tearing off a piece of the priest's cassock Angelus took the cross from around the neck and pocketed it.
 
Quickly they made their way towards Frederick's townhouse.  They could still hear the sound of the mob in the distance and knew it would be kept busy with the nest of fledglings they had been leading them towards.
 
Convinced that Angelus and Spike were fleeing at the front of a mob the guards around the townhouse were lax and easy to dispatch.  Spike was jazzed by the violence and for once Angelus didn't bother to try and control the energy choosing to stay focussed on what was coming.
 
As Angelus expected Frederick was holding court in the ballroom.  There was dead silence when the two vampires strode in.  It quickly turned to mayhem when Angelus threw the bag of holy water over the closest vampires.  One dusted instantly and four others began screaming as the water splashed on their faces.
 
Spike was more than a little startled when Angelus grabbed his hand.  When he felt the coil of twine he began to understand what Angelus wanted to do.  Four of Frederick's guards rushed towards them brandishing swords.  A quick flick of the eyes and Spike knew what to do.  Every so often something would click between the two Aurelius vampires and they would fight like a single being.  Words weren't necessary Spike would fit exactly into whatever plan Angelus had and there was very little that could stand up to them.
 
They waited until the last minute and then separated on an angle pulling the twine tight between them.  The momentum of the guards did the rest and the dropped the line to catch the falling weapons as the four vampires dusted.
 
Spike was laughing with glee and he hacked his way up one side of the ballroom.  One or two of the vampires there attempted to stand up to him but even at his relatively young age Spike was unstoppable.  Angelus was a good teacher when he wanted to be and the Aurelius blood was very powerful.
 
Finally Angelus reached the end of the ballroom where Frederick stood flanked by the remainder of his top lieutenants with Spike just a beat behind.  Many of the other vampires in the room had already fled and the others were waiting to see what who came out of this the victor.
 
"You weren't very hospitable Frederick," Angelus said as he stalked towards the clan leader, "I know Spike has a bit of a mouth on him, but we were here at your request."
 
"Leave now Angelus and take your annoying lap dog with you," Frederick blustered, "you are not fit for vampiric company."
 
"Oi!" Spike made to move but an outstretched hand stopped him.
 
"I am getting heartily sick of that song Frederick," Angelus said, "it is exactly that attitude that started this little fracas in the first place."
 
"You should train your childer better," Frederick sneered.
 
"I trained him very well," Angelus said, "no Aurelius takes an insult and no Aurelius takes a mob well.  You erred when you thought you could bully us into supporting your cause and you definitely erred when you laid hand on my childe."
 
Spike managed to hide his surprise at Angelus' words and concentrated on taking out the vampires who thought they were being sneaky and flanking them while Angelus talked.
 
"I know he can go on a bit, but have a little respect," Spike said taking the head of one of the vampires and making the others step back.
 
Angelus strode closer to Frederick.  "You insulted my clan, you caused my sire to bestir herself from a very comfortable house and you sent a mob after me.  I am really becoming peeved with you."
 
Swinging his sword Angelus advanced on Frederick who finally drew his own sword and engaged with Angelus.
 
Spike divided him time between fending off the other vampires and watching Angelus fight.  Frederick was an old vampire and a good fighter but he lacked the killing glee that Angelus had.  Frederick managed a few good hits and Angelus was bleeding freely from wounds to his leg and shoulder.  It wasn't slowing him down any and Frederick was quickly becoming a patchwork quilt of bleeding cuts.
 
Other vampires began to slip away as it became apparent that Angelus was just toying with Frederick and it was only a matter of time and Angelus' choice that it would end.
 
Spike happily staked two more vampires and casually staked another that was trying to get the drop on Angelus.  The end, when it came, was quick and brutal with classic Angelus style.
 
A flick of the wrist and Frederick was disarmed.  A second flick and a line of blood appeared across Frederick's throat.  A twirling cross pressed into Frederick's chest as Angelus leaned in.  "Nobody touches my childer but me," he hissed as the cross burnt through Frederick's chest embedding against the elder vampire's heart. 
 
Before Frederick turned to dust Angelus had spun away to stand next to Spike.  Frederick's last sight was the two Aurelius vampires laughing and licking the blood of his clan off their hands.
 
Spike laughed but he was looking at Angelus slightly oddly at the same time.  "What?" Angelus demanded.
 
"Nobody touched your childer but you?" Spike echoed his earlier comment.  He was still breathing slightly from the exertion and his enjoyment so Angelus did something he had wanted to do since the first night in the coach with the dead bride.
 
"Nobody," he said and grabbed Spike by the back of the neck pulling those delectable lips in for a kiss.
 
Spike stiffened with shock at the feel of Angelus' lips on his and then gave in to his own suppressed need.
 
Angelus hadn't been sure what was going to happen when he kissed Spike but Spike's enthusiastic participation in the act was a pleasant surprise.  He hadn't really considered how Spike would react but the lips moving under his own indicated that Spike was definitely in favour of the event.
 
Angelus pushed Spike against the nearest wall and continued his exploration of the soft mouth.  He had taught Drusilla to kiss and she had passed on her knowledge to Spike so the responses were gratifyingly suited to him.
 
Angelus was kissing him.  It was the only thought that Spike could hold in his head.  His experience with kissing was not vast but it seemed like Angelus knew exactly what he liked.
 
Angelus forced open Spike's shirt and let his hands delve inside the fabric to caress feeding heated flesh.  Spike's hands were gripping hard into Angelus' shoulders as he tried to process the wealth of sensations.
 
Somehow their groins had ended up pressed together with Angelus' knees bent and Spike practically climbing the larger vampire.
 
Angelus broke the kiss to stare into the dazed blue eyes.  "Dru always had good taste," he said surveying Spike.
 
"So did Darla," Spike managed before Angelus dove back in to devour his mouth.
 
Spike pulled at Angelus' shirt until he was able to slip his hands under to finally touch the golden skin that haunted his dreams.
 
Neither had experience with love making with another male and neither was in any state to do more than touch and kiss and grind.  Breeches were somehow undone and hands touched desperate erections with equally desperate fingers.
 
Spike lost control first and moaned his release into Angelus' mouth coating their fingers with his sticky juices.
 
Spike's release took Angelus by surprise but the feel of Spike's hand around his cock clenching with desire pushed him over the edge and he flung his head back to gasp out his pleasure as he added his seed to the mix.
 
Both stunned and shaken by the experience they held position with Spike resting his head lightly on Angelus' chest panting and feeling the broad chest moving under his cheek, a testament to how much it was affecting Angelus as well.
 
"This cannot happen again," Angelus finally said, "but I will not regret it."
 
"Neither will I," Spike said moving away from Angelus.
 
Angelus cleaned himself up with the scrap of the priest's cassock and tossed it to Spike.
 
They left the ballroom of ashes with Angelus' hand draped companionably on Spike's shoulder.
 
They never spoke of it again but it was always there.  Every time Spike pushed Angelus too far.  Every time Angelus taunted Spike.  The memory of what had happened in St Petersburg changed them both.