Title: Breaking Away
Author: Vire
Pairing: Spike/Angel(us)
Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I'm just borrowing them. I'll put them back where I found them. Honost. No money is made of these stories.

((Yay. Chapter is finally up. Between my sucky computer, school and the dissapearence of plotbunnies it has finaly made it. At least I have some idea of the direction I want to take this again.))


Chapter 15

“Soddin poof. That’s it. I’m bloody well going to go out and find the tosser. Bleedin’ Idiot probably in trouble somewhere.” Spike stopped pacing and tried to make his way to the sewers before an irate seer blocked his way. “Sit down mister. Angel will be fine. Besides he would have my head if I let you follow him and get yourself in to trouble. He’s only been gone for a couple of hours.”

The bleached vampire snarled back at her. “Few hours too long pet. And I’m not a soddin fledge that can’t bloody well take care of itself. I’ve been doing fine on my own for well over a hundred bleedin’ years. Now get out of my bloody way.” Cordelia didn’t budge from her position in the doorway. “Don’t be an idiot Spike. There were humans there. Besides, I don’t want Angelus to get creative with my remains. I like my self very much in one piece thank you.”

Spike growl was cut of by a soft chuckle. “Aye, ye have a point there lass.” Spike’s head shot up as he watched Angelus step out of the darkness and paled slightly. “Your soul is gone.” Angelus chuckled again and stepped close. “Aye lad. Ye always were the observant one weren’t ye boy. Wizard trapped it in a gem of some kind. ‘e got away before I could stop ‘im.” Spike flinched ever so slightly when Angelus wrapped his arms around him and cursed internally. The first time he and Angel were actually getting somewhere and he had take a bloody vacation to non-soul land. He just hoped this time wouldn’t be as bad as last time.

“Hush Will. Told ye I’m not gonna ‘urt ya.” He slowly looked up at his Sire, eyes showing his uncertainty. The dark headed vampire bent down and pressed a soft kiss to his childe’s lips. “It’s alright Will.” The younger vampire nodded and slowly allowed himself to relax against his Sire. He didn’t quite trust this. Angelus could be cruel and this could just as easily be a ploy to make him drop his guard and betray him later. Either way for now it was best to play along.

“Ye can drop the crossbow, lass. I’m not gonna attack ye.” The ex-cheerleader snorted. “Yeah, sure. Like I’m just going to go unarmed with you running around after you tried to eat me, how many times? Wes and Gun should be here at any moment. Until then you are going to stay right there. Don’t think I won’t shoot you if you move.”

“As ye wish lass.” Angelus sat down on one of the couches and pulled his childe into his lap. He slowly made a small cut at his throat. “Feed Will.” Spike hesitated a moment before lowering his mouth to the cut and lapping at the cut. Rich blood filled his senses and enveloped him. He could feel the faint traces of an emotion at the edge of his senses. It was like this every time he feed from his Sire and it got stronger with every feed. The blood link between them would become stronger between them with each feed and in a few months he would be able to discern every emotion, thought and memory from the link. If angelus let it get that far. They used to have that connection, until Angel let it atrophy from disuse. He wasn’t sure he could go through losing that again. Next time he might just have to greet the sun.

A soft purr distracted him from his depressing thoughts. Having eaten his fill he looked up to gaze in his grandsire’s eyes. They were softer then he remembered. Soft like they were when Angel let him out. He figured that had been Angel’s influence. Though from the stance it was clear that Angel wasn’t home at the moment. Angel carried himself in such a way that bled over into Angelus. That told him that Angel was holding on the edges of Angelus, not letting him free reign. Ready to pull him back at any moment.

He bared his throat to his Sire. Letting him retake some of the blood he took and tie them closer together like family once again. Angelus took the offer. Only taking a small mouthful before liking the wound closed again. Spike buried his head under his Sire’s shoulder. He didn’t know what to make of this anymore. He’d figure it out when the others got back. For now he just wanted to enjoy the feel of family. Even if he wasn’t sure what it meant right now.