Title: Tired

Author: Criss Moody

Wesbsite: http://www.crosswinds.net/~wyoluvr/buffy.html

Date: May 6^th, 2000

Distribution: Archives of the lists that receive this, yes. Anyone else, ask.

Spoilers: Angel eps, "Five by Five" and "Sanctuary."

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Angel/?

Content Warning: m/m sex. Angst.

Feedback: This is my last story for awhile, so come on, tell me you love me. Or not <g>.

Summary: Angel has a visitor.

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and his company of crack monkeys own the characters and the concept. I'm just helping them relieve some tension.

Note: My muses and I don't always agree with each other. So, if you don't like the way one of the characters feels about another, take it up with the muses, not me.

Tired, by c.moody.

Angel was tired. Not just because it was near dawn and he hadn't really slept for days. Not because he'd spent the last 24 hours being emotionally shredded by the first human to make him feel worthy of anything in centuries. And not even because he didn't have the slightest clue whether or not he had any blood left in his fridge.

He was just tired.

It was as if all the magick, or power, or whatever that kept him moving, taking in unneeded breaths, had just been sucked out of him. Everything just hurt. Deep down into his toes, hell even his toenails, he hurt. Angel sighed and rocked the desk chair back, settling his sock-clad feet onto the desk. He'd left the police station and made it as far as Cordelia's desk. Part of him wanted nothing more than to go downstairs and sleep until the apocalypse came that he wouldn't bother to stop, but he couldn't make himself move. For one thing, his ass appeared to be superglued to the hard wooden seat, and secondly, downstairs held too many flashes of pain and sorrow right now. If he walked down his stairs, he'd see the equally furious, horrified, and hurt beautiful green eyes of Buffy and if he went into his kitchen, Faith would ask him how to work the microwave.

This dark was just as good as that dark to hurt in, even if Angel would get a nasty crick in his neck from sleeping in this chair. Just as Angel's body sank into sleep, a small squeaking noise, reminiscent of leather against leather, startled him. His long lashes flew open and he looked at the door.

Talk about surprises.

Leaning against the doorframe, in all his duochrome glory, smoking a cigarette, stood Spike.

His William.

His pale cocky treasure. Spike flicked ash on the spotless floor (Cordelia had spent hours cleaning it…or rather Wesley had while Cordelia told him how). Angelus' pale, cocky, arrogant treasure. Words like huh, what, why, and go away played bumper cars in Angel's head as he allowed his weary eyes to travel along the hard thighs, over the casual bulge, up the slim chest, resting not on the blue eyes but on the clearly delineated jugular. Only for a vampire could a jugular be truly sexy. As he watched, he both felt, heard, and saw the blood pulse faster thorough the large vein. Angel unconsciously licked his lips and ran his shaking hand through his tousled locks.

"What? I don't even get a hello? How are you? How's neutered life? The very least you could do is leap up and whale on me for the fun I had with you a few months instead of sitting there like a great ponce, eyeing my neck." The pale-haired vampire strolled over to the desk and hopped up on to it, sitting right on Wesley's paycheck.

"How are things treating you sire mine? Any…clandestine visits from supernatural type wenches? Did the little bitch really screw you over so much you can't even tell me to get lost? Cor, you really need to get further away then LA then. I've heard Bora Bora is nice this time of year." Spike's grin, which nearly split his handsome visage, reminded Angel of how his favorite childe had looked just before he leapt upon some sweet young man, so innocent and untouched. It was unnerving to say the least to have that look directed towards him and not some luscious young buck.

Angel tried again to speak, but failed. It probably had something to do with the cold tongue down his throat.

"Mmbnpbfff."

Spike groaned, a vibration that shot straight through to Angel's cock. The younger vampire withdrew his tongue and glared down at his sire. "What? You don't want to fuck? Can you honestly tell me that a Slayer tag team visit didn't get you all hot and bothered? Doesn't it just kill you that some cornfed farmboy is getting into the tight little pants of your precious Buffy?" Spike adjusted his body so that he straddled Angel's hips. Grasping his sire's face, Spike licked the entire face with broad swathes of his tongue before finally arriving at the mouth. He sucked Angel's broody lower lip into his mouth, watching his sire's face as he nibbled on the tender flesh.

"Mmmmm? Come on, sire, give us a kiss." Spike thrust his tongue into Angel's mouth, sucking the agile muscle within into his own, all the while studying his sire's shell-shocked eyes.

Angel had three choices. One: fuck him and ask why later. Two: tell him to go away and ask why later. Three: kill him. The third choice probably wouldn't be wise because Cordelia would not be pleased with vampire dust in her keyboard. The second choice was tempting but it would require speaking. Number one it was.

As Angel began to return the voracious attack on his mouth, Spike's brilliant blue eyes widened and then narrowed. With one hand, he leaned down and loosened first his sire's pants and then his own. Angel nearly screamed at the soft, cool touch on his cock as Spike extracted the quickly growing length from the dark slacks. Spike's sensuous mouth moved down to his sire's throat, gliding his wet tongue down the undulating length. He sucked hard on the pulsing artery, making Angel buck his hips up.

Grinning at his nearly mindless sire, Spike slid down onto the floor. In one swift move, the peroxided vampire took the marble hard length of Angel's pulsing cock down his throat until his nose rested in Angel's wiry dark pubic hair. Angel's eyelids flew open to reveal his lust glazed orbs. The older vampire was suddenly very, very, very glad that he had taught his first childe so much so early on. As Spike's head bobbed up and down on his erection, Angel glided his hands through Spike's carefully arranged hair, careful not to disturb it too much. Even as a human, this lean, hard creature had been enormously vain and far too proud of his own abilities at anything and everything. Like, for example, sucking cock and at the moment his Will was providing an amazing demonstration of his talent.

Spike lifted off of Angel's cock, running his tongue through the piss-slit as he disengaged. Angel looked down at Spike only to watch his pale child rise over him again. Spike lifted one of Angel's slack hands to his mouth and sucked on two of the digits. Placing them at his tight entrance, the blonde creature looked into Angel's face and communicated his wishes. Angel pushed his slick fingers into Spike's entrance hesitantly at first but then faster as Spike's face scrunched up in a familiar look of ecstasy. Spike grunted when Angel flicked his fingers inside the squeezing velvet.

"Bloody hell, poof, get on with it would you?" Angel almost smiled at the tight, eager tone of Spike's voice. Not to mention annoyed. He leaned up to press a quick kiss against Spike's pronounced collar-bone before withdrawing from his childe's body. Spike mounted Angel once again, this time holding the now saliva-wet cock with one slightly shaky hand. Not bothering with niceties, Spike rammed himself down on the firm staff, howling as it made sudden, and surprising, direct contact with his prostate. He rode his sire fiercely as he held onto the back of the chair.

Angel's eyes rolled back into his head at the tidal wave of pleasure crashing over him. He hadn't felt this good since…well, since the last time he'd been deep inside Spike's ass. Spike began to move faster and it occurred to Angel that this entire scene had been shockingly one-sided. With some effort, he brought his hand up to Spike's eager cock and began to pump it with a firm grip. As he felt his balls tighten, Angel speeded up his hand's movements and was rewarded by first his own orgasm, then Spike's. Angel felt a bit of semen splash onto his mouth and he unconsciously licked it off, rolling the salty, spicy taste around his vampiric tastebuds.

Spike gently kissed Angel's brow before lifting off of his sire and adjusting his pants. He offered a hand to his sire that was gratefully accepted by the less than steady Angel. The pair walked into the elevator hand in hand. They made it all the way down to the bedroom before Angel's mouth managed to work again.

"Not that I'm complaining…but why?"

Spike shrugged as he stripped off his semen stained shirt. "Slayer came back all weeping and whining," Spike hesitated, "and all hurt-like. Not like she'd had a real good time here. Then she started talking about how she'd hurt you, and it was stupid, and she didn't want to care, but she did. God, but that girl is blind." Spike lowered his eyes from Angel's pained gaze and continued. "Anyhow, it all reminded me off how I treated you when you left me. When you got your soul. And when you came back around as Angel, not Angelus. She's a stupid bitch but she does love you and it hurts her to think that you're finding a life without her even if she's doing the same thing. Just like I hated you because you found a purpose, and someone to love, even with a soul though it wasn't exactly your fault you ended up with a soul. And besides webothloveyouandIknowhowmuchthathurts." The last came out so fast that Angel only heard "we both love."

Angel stripped off his own clothing and climbed onto the bed and beneath the covers. He regarded his half-naked childe who appeared to find the bedroom floor completely fascinating.

"Spike."

Spike raised his head at the sound of his name on his sire's lips. When he saw Angel's hand tiredly pat the space next to him on the bed, he grinned and shucked the rest of his clothing before scampering into the soft bedding next to Angel. Spike soon found a comfortable position, his head resting underneath Angel's chin, his right arm curled around Angel's waist. As the two vampires fell into sleep together, Angel whispered last one thing.

"Thank you. And I love you too."