Sanguine Revival 23? (Spike/Angel, Adults Only)

AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk .
TITLE: Sanguine Revival 23/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Spike/Angel
SUMMARY: This chapter:- Angel gives in a little bit more. Dawn is attacked.
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SPOILERS: Through Season 5 BtVS: Fool For Love, and Season 2 Ats: Darla.
WARNINGS: Slash. Bloodplay.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 4106 words



Spike ducks into one of the rooms further back, disused and far away from the others, and dials Darla's number.

"Hello Darling." Darla's voice is low and breathless sounding as she answers.

"Hello, my goddess," Spike purrs. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Oh yes." Darla replies with a low moan.

"You like the little show earlier?"

"Indeed I did." She giggles. "I can't believe you managed that so easily."

"Yes, well, I'm a talented boy."

"You most certainly ah...are."

Spike chuckles. "Who do you have tending to you right now?"

"Lindsay."

"Ah. Yes, talented mouth the little pet has."

"He does." Darla looks down at Lindsay and smirks. "Of course, he's had plenty of practice lately."

"My poor deprived love." Spike chuckles again. "We'll be back together soon enough."

"How soon?" Darla asks, sounding a little needy.

"Soon. He's very close to the edge, Darla. A few more pushes..."

"Gods I can hardly wait."

"You set to come to Sunnydale soon?

"As soon as you need me there." Darla says eagerly.

"Well you need to get re-sired soon, before we get Angelus back."

"Yes. Oh did I tell you? D'Hoffryn brought the spell?"

"Excellent. So perhaps you should come on now. And is Dru ready with the next phase for Joyce and Dawn?"

"That would be wonderful." Darla smiles. "Yes, she seems quite excited about it. She tells me that she was able to sneak in to see Joyce while she was at the hotel and plant a little something into her subconscious to start things off."

"Good. Everything seems to be coming together so well."

"It does. It almost makes me nervous." Darla snorts delicately. "Even Dru has managed to find herself a toy to play with out of this."

"Oh? Who?"

"One of Angel's people. The black man. Gunn is it?"

"Ah. Yes, she would go for someone like Gunn. I bet she's enjoying herself." Spike laughs.

"It certainly appears so. I've heard hardly a peep out of her since they arrived."

Spike shakes his head. "Trust Dru to find the most entertaining toy. Speaking of toys, how are the special 'guests' enjoying their stay so far?"

"It's rather surprising." Darla chuckles. "It seems that they aren't very happy with the... accommodations."

"Now that's quite ungrateful of them. I'm sure you've explained to them they could be much worse?"

"Oh yes indeed. But I'm afraid that didn't seem to mollify the watcher at all. So I had the minions chain him up in the basement bathroom." Darla's tone is light and conversational as she tells him.

Spike sniggers. "Excellent. Oh, I came up with something fun to do with the soldier boy later, remind me to tell you about it sometime."

"Give me a hint?"

"Hmmm. Well, I'm very fond of poetic justice..."

"Oh really?" Darla smirks. "Whatever could you mean by that?"

"Well I'm thinking someone so fond of gangrape should have a chance to experience it from the other side."

"I see." Darla smirks. "But wouldn't it be all the worse if he can be taught to crave that kind of thing?"

"I rather had that as part of the plan." Spike chuckles.

"Great minds..." She giggles.

"Yes. Poor sods, they never had a chance."

"No I guess not." Her voice goes a little quieter as she pulls the phone away from her mouth slightly, "Did I tell you to stop Pet?"

"Well I'd better go before I'm missed. See you soon."

"Yes. I'll set out as soon as I can. The house is ready for our guests?"

"It is. Accommodations all perfectly set for your enjoyment, if not theirs."

"And everything’s set for um... Joyce's private performance?" Darla asks. "Oh, that reminds me, what do you think Dawn's current point of view of...things...is?"

"I'm thinking she would be very open to the proper offer."

"That's good to hear. So... should I ask how genuine her reactions are going to be?"

"Fairly genuine. As I haven't told her anything."

"Are you going to?"

"No. Not before, at any rate."

"Hmm. Well anyway. I'll let you go...where are you anyway?"

"Back room at the mansion."

"Ah right. Well in that case I really must let you go. We don't want Angel to think that you and I are in touch. Especially after I sent him that tape today."

"Tape?"

"The audio cassette we did - remember?" Darla giggles. "The one to match the video. When you had to stay silent and out of sight - poor baby."

"I remember." Spike pouts to himself.

"But I made it up to you didn't I?"

"Yes, yes you did." Spike grins. "I'd better go. I need to go torment Angel some more. See you soon, my love."

"Soon. I love you."

"I love you too." Spike clicks the phone off. He has a wicked gleam in his eyes as he heads off to find Angel.

Hanging up her phone, Darla smirks for a moment before raising her foot and kicking Lindsay away. "Go and start packing our things."

****

In the conservatory, Angel moves his arms smoothly, unneeded breath deep and even as he moves through the forms of a kata. His mind is thoroughly focused and relaxed as he tries to regain his equilibrium after Spike, and Wesley, so easily shook it into chaos the day before - he can't risk such lack of control becoming normal, it’s too dangerous.

Spike comes downstairs, easily telling where Angel is by scent and subtle sounds. He's topless, in a pair of Angel's sleep pants that are too large, and even tied hang low on his hips. He heads to the kitchen to warm up a mug of blood, then takes it to the conservatory, watching Angel. It's no act that watching his Sire's body move so smoothly and gracefully quickly gets him aroused.

The elder vampire is so deeply into the almost trance-like state that he only recognises Spike's presence subconsciously, and subsequently doesn't notice his own body responding to Spike's nearness and arousal.

Spike can smell Angel's reaction. He drinks down the blood and moves over closer to Angel, watching him closely. He prowls around Angel, not touching him, but letting his own arousal scent make a little cloud around Angel, and trailing his hands as close as he dares, letting the barest whisper of his own aura brush Angel's skin.

Angel's skin prickles, the tiny hairs standing up in reaction, nipples peaking. His half hard cock starts to tent the material of his Tai Chi pants as deep inside him his demon stirs with a quiet purr. Spike can sense the reaction, the nearness of Angel's demon. He makes his own quiet purrs and soft submissive noises, just barely perceptible, calling on the demon to push forward more.

Concentration starting to waver, Angel comes to the end of the kata. As he stills, a frown forms as he registers Spike behind him. Spike claps. "Excellent form, Sire," Spike says.

Turning around, Angel raises an eyebrow at him. "Thanks." Why hadn't he noticed Spike before? Had his instincts so quickly returned to the point where they no longer saw Spike as a threat?

Spike's eyes dip to the tented front of Angel's pants. "Good session, was it?"

Following his gaze, Angel becomes flustered. "I...I...no! I mean..."

Spike raises his own eyebrow, moving in closer. "I mean I know I got aroused watching you. But why are *you* all hard and ready?"

"Er...I...er...um..."

"Do I need to go fetch Wesley for you?" Spike asks licking his lips.

"Huh?" Angel blinks blankly at him, his face still ever so slightly flushed.

Spike slides his hand onto Angel's pants, cupping the bulge. "To take care of this."

Angel moans as his eyes flutter. "N...no?" Clearing his throat he tries again. "No, that's ok. I'm fine." Spike's hand doesn't move.

"Maybe you'd rather I took care of it then?"

Eyes flying open wide, Angel moans again at the thought. "I...I...we shouldn't..." He says weakly. So much for strengthening his resolve.

"Going to walk around with a sitffy all day then?"

Opening at closing his mouth a couple of times, Angel half nods, half shakes his head as he takes a tiny step back. "Er...no.."

Spike sinks down onto his knees. "Let me help, then. You know I can." His voice is a seductive tease.

"Spike..." Angel groans, his cock jumping to full attention at the sight of Spike on his knees. "I shouldn't..." He says again, sounding even weaker.

"No. But you want to, don't you?" Spike licks his lips.

"Y...yes." Angel whispers. Spike moves in closer. His hands slide up to Angel's waist, fingers starting to untie the pants.

Gulping, Angel stares down at him, the muscles of his abdomen twitching. Spike slides down the pants, revealing Angel's hard cock, and wrapping his fingers around it, stroking.

"Oh god..." Angel breathes, his eyes sliding shut helplessly. Spike purrs and leans in, licking at Angel's balls as he continues to stroke.

Whimpering at the feel of that wonderful, wonderful tongue, Angel can do nothing but shudder. Spike keeps sliding his hands up and down. He sucks first one ball, then the other, into his mouth.

Shaking hands rise to stroke gently at Spike's hair, almost as if afraid to touch. Spike's eyes look up at him. He takes his time with Angel's balls, adding his other hand to the first, so that both are working to stroke him, one rubbing over and teasing the head as the other works the shaft.

A gurgling sound comes from Angel's throat as his closed eyes screw up in an effort to regain some control over his body. He'd forgotten - how had he forgotten? - how wonderful his childe was at this. So utterly incredible. Spike's head pushes further between Angel's legs, licking the join between inner thighs and balls, teasing the delicate skin.

"Gah!" Angel cries out, his eyes flying open as he his knees go weak. Spike pulls back with a grin, licking up the underside of Angel's cock and taking the head into his mouth in one smooth motion.

"Oh fucking hell." Angel's hands grip tightly at Spike's shoulders as he tries to keep his balance. Spike's cheeks suck in, his tongue pressing into the slit to taste the salty precum, his two hands still stroking hard on Angel's shaft.

With an incoherent shout, Angel rockets into orgasm, his cock spurting wildly in Spike's mouth. Spike sucks hard, swallowing the seed down in greedy gulps. Panting, Angel sways again, his grip on Spike's shoulders tightening and drawing crescents of blood. Spike pulls back his mouth, pulling up Angel's trousers. The pain and the smell of his own blood pulls his demon to the fore, his blue eyes going golden.

Flushing at how seemingly easy Spike was able to bring him to orgasm, Angel doesn't yet open his eyes, so he doesn't see Spike's eyes change. Spike's hands rest on Angel's hips as he sways, helping to keep him upright.

Taking a deep breath, Angel moans quietly at the scent of Spike's arousal thick on the air around them. Spike purrs softly as he slowly pulls himself to a standing position, wrapping arms around Angel.

"God..." Angel whispers shakily, not really aware as his arms come up to mirror Spike's embrace. Spike holds Angel close, keeping him from collapsing, leaning in to scent over Angel's skin.

Coming back to himself, the elder vampire finds himself looking into hypnotic amber eyes. "Will..."

"Yes, Sire?"

With a choked moan, Angel drops his head to press his face into the curve of his neck.
Spike whimpers softly, tilting his head. There's a tiny trickle of blood from the cuts on his shoulders.

"Why do you affect me like this?" Angel mumbles, his mouth inching slowly towards the sweet blood on Spike's pale skin.

"Is it so unthinkable that you'd still want me?"

"No. " Angel shakes his head ever so slightly as his tongue darts out. "Just that..." He trails off as Spike's blood seems to explode in his mouth setting his senses alight.

Spike groans as Angel licks the blood from his skin, his body shivering slightly. "Just that what?"

"What?" Angel asks distractedly as he moves onto the next trail of blood, his concentration only on that. Spike moans as Angel keeps licking the blood. His own arousal gets more intense. Moving from one shoulder to the other, Angel starts to back Spike up towards the wall, his focus on Spike's blood allowing his demon the chance to sneak up and start to exert some control. Spike let himself be moved, his growing arousal pushing his own control away. He'd come here to drive Angel crazy, forgetting that his Sire could just as easily strip his own control at the same time.

As Angel moves to the final trail of blood, the tips of his fangs scrape gently over Spike's skin. Spike moans and whimpers, rocking his hips against Angel, his hard cock pressing against Angel's belly.

The haze of bloodlust is slowly overtaking Angel's mind, creeping in so slowly that he doesn’t realise it until too late, at which point he slams Spike into the wall, sinking his fangs into the base of his throat at the same time. Spike groans loudly, crying out, feeling Angel drink his essence, his demon ready to leap across the blood bridge.

Suddenly Angel tears himself away, "Oh god! Spike I'm sorry!"

"Sorry for what?" Spike looks at him, eyes hazy.

"For...for just...biting you l...like that." Angel stumbles over his words. "I shouldn't have...I mean....I'm sorry..."

Spike sighs heavily. "You should be sorry for stopping. Leaving me bloody undone again." He pulls himself together. "I guess I'll be the one paying a visit to the Watcher."

Angel's confusion is plain on his face. "I'm sorry?" He repeats weakly, not sure if he's apologising or asking for clarification.

Spike looks back at him. "Why can't you just admit it, Angel? Or would it hurt your bloody pride too much?"

"I...I...but...I did...admit it....?"

Spike turns his face away, his voice both angry and upset as he keeps walking. "I guess you did, as much as you're going to."

"Spike..."

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry. Really. I wish..."

"What do you wish?" Spike asks, stopping and turns around.

"That I could...you know...that I didn't have to try to stay in control...with you."

Spike gives Angel a look of undisguised longing and need before he turns away again. His voice is shaky as he half-whispers, "I wish that too." He keeps walking towards the door.

Standing in the middle of the room Angel watches Spike disappear from view.

After a few minutes of taut stillness, he launches into movement. The sound of glass smashing and tinkling on stone echoes down the corridor.

****

Dawn steps out of the shop with her mother, chattering brightly as usual. "Wow, Mom, they had the *best* sales. I love the new clothes you got me."

Joyce smiles indulgently at her youngest daughter. "I'm glad. They certainly suited you." Dawn hugs her in a burst of effusiveness.

"Thanks Mom." She looks around. "It's dark. We musta been in there longer than I thought."

"So it seems." Joyce agrees, looking warily around them. "Come on, we should get going." Dawn nods, and the two of them head for the car.

Suddenly a shape comes out of the darkness. It is a mass of tentacles. One tentacle bats Joyce out of the way, while several wrap around Dawn. Dawn screams in horror.

"Dawn!" Joyce screams as she's knocked to the ground. She quickly tries to scramble to her feet, but cries out when she tries to stand on a twisted ankle.

The demon starts retreating, Dawn firmly in its clutches. Suddenly Spike comes out of the darkness, wielding a sword, chopping at the tentacles till the creature releases Dawn and swiftly disappears. Spike hugs Dawn for a moment to reassure her.

Sobbing quietly with adrenaline and suddenly abated fear, Joyce tries again to get to her feet. "Dawn."

Spike moves over to help Joyce up, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her. "Easy now, luv."

"Oh god Dawnie." Leaning into Spike, Joyce reaches for her girl.

Dawn presses in to hug her mother. "Mom. Are you all right?"

"I...I'm fine Sweetie. I just thought..." Joyce sobs again. "I thought I'd lost you." Dawn hugs Joyce tighter. Spike hugs them both.

"M'glad I thought to check on you two."

"If you hadn't have been here..." Joyce starts to tremble, squeezing Dawn to her with one arm, clinging to Spike with the other.

Spike nods. "But I was." Spike starts walking them towards the car. Joyce limps along, still holding tight to Dawn. Spike helps her into the car, and he takes the driver's seat, moving them back towards the house.

"You know, you need more protection, luv. Dawn's got all this energy, and there's demons and other nasties what see her as a tasty target."

Joyce looks over at him shock. "They can tell?" She asks horrified. "I thought that maybe it was because of Buffy..."

"Some can tell. That nasty that attacked, it feeds on mystical energy."

"Oh god!" She looks sick as she contemplates what that means. Spike just nods gravely.

It's quiet in the car for the rest of the journey to Revello Drive. Both Dawn and Joyce are more than a little shaky and upset from what happened, and worse, the thought that it could happen again sometime.

They arrive back at the house. Spike helps Joyce move towards the house. "Thank you Spike," Joyce murmurs. As they head to the door, she keeps glancing back over her shoulder to where Dawn is following.

"She's fine," Spike whispers to her. "Shame, though, there's no one with powers and the time to watch over her. Buffy's always so busy."

"Yes." Joyce replies distractedly, glancing back again. Pulling her attention back to Spike's she looks into his eyes, her own shining with guilt and distress. "But my daughter shouldn't have to be the one protecting her sister though, should she? That's my job."

Spike doesn't answer for a moment. "You can't help it you're not a witch or anything like that. You din't ask for two daughters with power."

"No. I didn't." Joyce's voice is quiet, but intense. "And you're right I'm not. I shall just have to try a little harder to make the most of my options."

They make it inside the house. Buffy, Willow, and Tara are there, along with Wesley. Xander and Anya are conspicuous by their absence. Joyce sinks into the couch as Spike helps her over to it, reaching out to pull Dawn down beside her.

Buffy comes over. "What What's wrong, Mom?" She spares a glare for Spike. Joyce opens her mouth to answer, but just closes it and shakes her head weakly.

Inching around Buffy, Tara comes over, and kneels down beside the couch. "Are you hurt Mrs Summers?" She asks softly.

"Just a sore ankle." Joyce tells Tara, attempting to smile. Willow looks worried. Dawn starts babbling out the details of the attack, including Spike's heroic rescue of her.
Tara frowns anxiously, reaching out to hold and pat Joyce's hand soothingly.

"What kind of demon was it Spike?" Wesley asks curiously, before anyone else can say anything.

"A Ch'garr," Spike replies.

"A Ch'garr?" Wesley queries, polishing his glasses. "Oh...oh my." Spike nods, meeting the Watcher's eyes.

"I shall have to look into that." He says, heading back to the books. "I didn't think they came this far south."

Spike shrugs. "All the power released around here lately... it probably smelled it."

"Hmm..."

Buffy crosses her arms. "You tell me when you figure out where it is. I'll go kill it." She heads up the stairs, stomping as she goes. Tara sighs quietly at Buffy's response. Typical aggressive behaviour, not wanting to face up to what's happened. "I'll get some ice for your ankle." She tells Joyce quietly, standing up and going to the kitchen. Joyce is staring at where Buffy disappeared up the stairs, frowning.

Willow sets her lips in a firm line. "I'll try and do a location spell to find it."

Spike strokes his hand down Joyce's back soothingly. "I'll do what I can to keep an eye on you and the Niblet."

"Thank you Spike." Joyce says quietly, wondering to herself, how much he can do when he isn't always around.

As if sensing her thought, he leans in and whispers. "M'sorry I can't be around always, but you know how the Slayer is about me."

"Yes, I know." Joyce whispers back.

Dawn, filled with nervous energy, hops up and heads towards the kitchen. "Anyone want something to drink?"

"No thank you Sweetie." Joyce replies, switching her attention to her.

"Um...? Oh n...no thank you Dawn." Wesley replies, looking up from his book momentarily. Dawn bounces off towards the kitchen.

"I should be getting back to the mansion soon." Spike says, squeezing Joyce’s arm.

"Of course." She turns to him and nods, before looking away. After a moment she looks back at him. "Angel's mansion?"

"Yeah," Spike nods. "M'there right now while we try to figure all this out."

"I see." Is the thoughtful reply as Joyce continues to stare at him.

Coming back with an ice-pack, Tara kneels back down and holds it against Joyce's ankle. The older woman spares her a glance and a smile before facing Spike again.
Willow is in deep conference with Wesley, and neither of them are paying real attention to the others. Spike hugs Joyce with one arm around her shoulders. "You gonna be awright?"

"I'll be fine." Joyce nods. "But...I was wondering..."

"What, luv?"

"Would Angel mind, if he has the room of course, if Dawn were to stay with the two of you?" Joyce asks.

"M'sure he wouldn't mind. Plenty of room there."

"Is that wise?" Tara asks. "With regards to Buffy I mean?"

Lifting her chin stubbornly, Joyce replies, a little louder than necessary, "It's not up to Buffy. Dawn is my daughter, her safety my responsibility, not hers."

"What's not up to Buffy?" Dawn questions, having come back into the room just in time to hear her mother’s words.

"You're going to stay at the Mansion with Angel and Spike for a little while." Joyce answers her.

"Really?" Dawn brightens.

"Yes." Joyce nods. "You should go and pack a few things."

Dawn grins and bounces off towards the stairs. "Cool."

"How easily the young bounce back." Joyce murmurs.

Spike smiles fondly. "It's part of her gift."

"Yes." Joyce smiles. "You're sure you don't mind having her around you so much for a while?"

"Nah. I adore the Niblet, you know that."

"How's your ankle?" Tara asks, lifting the ice pack away.

"Better. Thank you."

Spike keeps rubbing his hand soothingly over Joyce's back. "Sure nothing's broken?"

"I don't think so." She shakes her head, rotating her foot experimentally. "Aches a little."

"Good."

Echoing Spike, Tara stands and takes the melting ice back into the kitchen. Dawn comes back downstairs with a packed duffel bag. "Ready to go."

"Ok then." Joyce holds out her arms for a hug. "You be sure to behave yourself for Spike and Angel, do you hear me young lady?"

"I hear you." Dawn giggles. She leans down to hug Joyce and kisses her cheek.

"Hmm." Joyce gives her a mock glare. "Well see as you do so then."

Dawn hugs her again. "Love you Mom."

"Love you too. My little pumpkin belly." Joyce murmurs in her ear. Dawn finally pulls back from the hug, and Spike takes a chance, leaning over to kiss Joyce's cheek as well. "I'll take care of her."

"Thank you Spike." Joyce says, a little choked. "I seem to be saying that a lot lately."

"No worries, luv. I like helping you. You're like family, you and the bit."

Giving his hand a squeeze, Joyce leans over, kissing his cheek as he had hers. Spike strokes over her hair with one hand. "You take care now."

"I will."

Spike gets up and takes Dawn's hand. "C'mon Niblet. We'd better get going. See you later Wesley."

Even that doesn't really manage to pull Wesley' attention from his books and he waves distractedly. "Bye."

Coming to the kitchen door, Tara smiles at Spike and Dawn both. "Bye. Be careful."

Spike smiles back at Tara, a little mischievous gleam in his eye. "Aren't I always?"

"Of course you are." Tara says liltingly. "Always." Spike moves Dawn out the door with him. He grins at her after he shuts the door behind them.