Mickey and Silvia
Author: Titti
E-mail: titti_adriano@h...
Ships: Spike and Angel
Rating: NC-17 for the series.
Feedback is loved and cherished. So please send your comments my way.
Dedication: A huge thank you to Karen who helped me out when I got stuck and suggested some great changes. Dedicated to all the romantic at heart.
Disclaimer: We all know that I don't own them, but we have to thank Joss, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, The WB and now UPN. Dirty Dancing and its sound track are not mine either.
Spoilers: Season 5 BtVS/Season 2 Angel to be safe but it's mostly AU
Distribution: Dead Sexy at http://www.deadsexy.uk.com. Any lists it's being sent to. Anyone else just let me know where.
Author's Note: The carnival will be celebrated in Venice from Feb. 2 to Feb. 12, 2002. For anyone that has never seen the Venetian carnival think Rio, not St. Louis. They start planning Feb 13 for the next year. `Maschere' means costumes. The hotel Bauer is one of the most famous of the city and its description is accurate. If anyone cares, the royal suite during the carnival costs US $2000 per night.

Part 12

Angel's POV

February 10, 2002
6th Month of Pregnancy

"For once, a regular visit. No demons' attacks, fights or anything else to report I hope. So how are you feeling William?"

"I'm fine doc. Poof there is taking good care of me."

I feel so stupid when we come to his visits. Spike and the doc gang up to make fun of me. And can I say anything to defend myself? Nooo.

"So, still sure you don't want to know the sex?"

"Yeah Spike, wouldn't it be nice to know?"

We have had this fight before. I want to know; he doesn't. Guess who wins?

"Nope. It's not like we can send it back if we don't like it. So no point in knowing."

"I know, but still it could make it easier to prepare the nursery."

"Are you out of your bloody mind? I'll have no child of mine sleep in a pink or blue nursery. Imagine the nightmares the kid would have. And no bunnies. I don't want to scare the shit out of Anya when she comes to visit. Now red or black seems a more appropriate choice. By the way doc, you're sure it's human, right?"

I cringe at the thought of a black nursery, but keep my mouth shut. I have my own ways to convince him. They usually involve sex, sex and more sex.

"Yes William, it's human."

"Okay then, that's good enough for me."

"Before you go, I'd like to talk about birthing options. We should do it while we have time so you can choose rationally. Here's the deal. We can use magic to create female organs and you can have a natural birth."

"Are you crazy, doc? I am not pushing anything. I couldn't care less about natural, there is nothing natural about a vampire having a baby."

"This may actually be your best solution. Your other choices would include pushing the baby out of your anus or a c-section. Before you opt for surgery please know that we couldn't use any drugs because I don't know what effect, if any, it could have on you and the baby. Maybe we could numb you with a spell. Think about it and let me know."

"There is nothing to think about. I have been cut enough time and without any anesthesia. Just ask my ex-girlfriend. She had a special love for knives. I'll have a c-section."

"All right, when we're closer to the due date we can set a day for the surgery."

Again, have I been consulted during all of this? NO. I don't even know why I bother coming to these visits. I am pissed. I have become invisible. No one cares about what I think, what I want. It's Spike or the baby. Never me. Well I plan to do something about that.

I thought it would get better with time but it doesn't. Now I have Lindsey boy who spends his life trying to make me miserable. I honestly thought that he wanted to take Spike from me. The little prick doesn't know how close he was to being drained.

But now I know better. It started before the wedding. The changes were subtle at first, but then became more pronounced. I couldn't place it at the beginning because I was concentrating on Lindsey and Spike. Then I realized that the aroma of arousal was directed at another person: Cordelia.

That's when I began to pay attention to the way the two of them acted around each other. After not too long I was convinced that they wanted each other. When I asked Spike, he told me that he sensed the same thing.

He wanted to do something special for them. I offered to take care of it. He was suspicious and he was right. I do have ulterior motives: I want Lindsey out of our unlives and I want to show my lover the time of his life. I had to get the doctor's okay before I could plan everything, but as soon as he said yes, the stage was set.

So when I get home, I'm itching to get everything started. David Nabbit calls me. We have arranged everything so I'm not surprised even though I pretend to be.

"Guys, that was David. He needs our help. Dawn you can stay here with Gunn and Wes. Lindsey and Cordy go pack. David said to have passports handy. I am really not sure what we'll be doing so bring casual and elegant clothes. Will, let's go get ready."

"I'm coming too?"

Shit I know that I can't lie to him for long. I hope he doesn't press the issue. I look at him hoping to convey this with my eyes and I must have because he doesn't argue with me.

"Why am I coming with you, thought. I don't work for you, Angel."

"Shut up Lindsey and get ready. It's about time you start earning your keep around here."

"Angel, maybe we should take Wes or Gunn. We don't know what we'll be up against."

"No Cordy. It's going to be the four of us! I don't want to hear anymore. Go pack now. All of you."

When we are in our room, Spike starts his own questioning.

"Pet, now that we are alone would you like to tell me what's going on?"

"It's a surprise, Spike. Just relax and enjoy."

I land a kiss on his forehead while he gives me a raised eyebrow. I won't tell.

"Come up Spike, just humor me. Let's get our stuff together and go. I swear you'll love it."

So here we are in a taxi moving toward the airport where David's personal jet is ready for us.

"Angel, where are we going? And why?"

"Don't know Cordy. The sooner we get there, the sooner we'll find out."

The flight is a long one. Almost twelve hours. I brought blood for us. David's jet has anything else that Cordelia and Lindsey may want. I spend the time on the huge reclining chair. Will is sitting on top of me. I love to have him near me where I can pet him. I love to rub his rotund belly. I enjoy the moans I get when I nibble at his neck. I simply love him.

"Angel, you know that I love you, but I like to sleep in peace. Stop licking my neck, luv."

I smile and draw him closer. I better let him sleep because he won't get much when we get there.

Twelve hours later, we finally arrive. Everything was planned so we would be arriving after sundown. We go through customs smoothly. Noone cares about passengers who arrive on a personal jet. We catch a taxi.

"Hotel Bauer, per favore."

I see Spike's eyes pop when we realize where we are.

"Angel, I can't believe it. How, why?"

"All for you my love." I murmur in his ear.

When we get to the hall of the Bauer, my companions are flabbergasted. Nothing in the United States can compare with the beauty of a 16th century palazzo in the heart of San Marco in the most romantic city in the world: Venice.

I go directly to the reception area, while the others take a look around.

"Buona sera. We have the reservation for the Royal Suite."

"Buona sera, signore. Si, yes, here is your key. Please we need to keep your passport according to Italian law."

"Si lo so. Yes, I know. Here there are."

We go up to the suite. Even Cordelia, former heiress, is overwhelmed. There are two bedrooms in the suite. Each has a private marble bathroom with a Jacuzzi. There is a fireplace in the sitting room. The high ceilings are adorned with Murano glass chandeliers. The furniture is antique venetian. There are the original medallioned walls. It's incredible, but nothing is too much for Spike.

"Cordelia, Lindsey come out here."

Spike sounds so excited. I love it. This is costing me a fortune, but this is the last time that we'll be able to travel without a child, at least for a while. I never got to spoil my childe when I was supposed to, so I'm trying to make it up for all those times as well.

I join them on the balcony, hugging my lover. There is a mosaic floor in the terrazzo. The view is breathtaking. We can see the lagoon, Piazza San Marco and the people celebrating `il Carnevale'.

"See, you won't even have to worry about fitting in. It's the carnival. Everyone will be in costumes until Fat Tuesday, so no one will notice that you're pregnant."

The twinkle in his eyes is enough for me. I have never seen him so happy. He practically jumps on me, or at least he would have if he weren't six months pregnant.

"Are you tired, Spike? We could rest? They'll be parting in the streets for the next few days, so you won't miss a thing."

"No, I want to go out. Remember when I wanted to come here in 1886, but Darla stopped us. I can't believe we're finally here. I don't want to miss a moment."

"Okay, let's get our costumes and go out."

Spike goes to our room to get ready. That's when Cordelia stops me.

"Wait a second, mister. There are only two rooms."

"I know. But it was impossible to get anything else during `il carnevale'. You and Lindsey will just have to share."

I shrug. I knew there were two rooms. I could have left one of them at home, but what better city to fall in love than Venice.

"You must be kidding, right? You want me to sleep with the bloodsucking lawyer."

"Hey, I resent that. They are the bloodsuckers here. I'm a simple unemployed lawyer."

"Listen I don't really give a crap where you two sleep. You're lucky enough that I brought you with us. I'm here to show Spike a good time. If you don't want to sleep here, you can find an alley to sleep. Now I brought costumes for everyone. Spike and I are going out, if you want to join us, go get dressed."

They don't give me any more problems. I guess my growl and golden eyes were enough to shut Cordelia up. Spike is almost ready when I go to our room. He tells me that he'll wait for me in the sitting room.

I picked 18th century `maschere' for all of us. They are always a hit in Venice and it's almost like coming home for me. When I step in the living room, all three pairs of eyes set on me. I smile. For once, they see me.

Lindsey is observing in a detached manner, but I can feel his jealousy. Stupid boy, as if I would go after Cordy. She, on the other hand, is assessing me in open admiration. I can't help it, I'm vain and I love all the attention, even if I am not interested in her.

The look in my soulmate's eyes stops me cold. I have never seen so many emotions contained in those sparkling blue orbs. I want to take him and possess him right here and now. I want to be in him and be one with him.

"Angelus?"

I smirk. Then I see tears forming in his eyes. What have I done now?

"I'm sorry, Spike. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry."

"Scare me. You didn't scare me. It's just…you look so much…like yourself I guess. Too many memories, you know, from when we did have a good time together."

I smile again. I remember how we used to be. I hated him for his independence and his stubbornness, but I loved him too. That was a time long ago, before the curse, before the gypsies and definitely before Sunnydale.

"Come on Will, let's go visit Venezia"

"Wait!"

"What's wrong Cordy?"

"Shouldn't we call David to let him know we are here? I want to know why we're here."

"We're here because I want to show Spike a good time and I thought you would like to come to. David just helped arrange it. I wanted to surprise him."

"You sure did, pet. I never suspected a thing."

"So why did we have to take Lindsey with us?"

"Cordelia don't be stupid. I wasn't going to leave him alone in my house unsupervised. He was going to come whether you did or not."

"Very sneaky, Angel. I didn't know you had it in you."

"Shut up Lindsey. Just be glad you're here. Now can we go before the sun comes out?"

So we finally leave the hotel. Spike and I walk around hand in hand. I lead them through the `calle', roads so small that the cars can't fit. I have been here with Darla. Not that I want to tell him that, but I know enough to move around. Not surprising the streets are the same, nothing is torn down in Italy, buildings are restructured. I show them Piazza San Marco, Il Ponte dei Sospiri, the myriad of little boutiques that sell historical products.

The night is magical. The rondos can be heard played all over the city. There are jesters enlightening the mood of the crow. The people around us are happy, there are no worries for the night.

"Angel, my father used to talk about the Lido and the beautiful beaches. Can we go?"

"It's not far, Cordy. I'm sure we can get there."

We retrace our steps to the hotel and the Grand Canal.

"Due gondele, per favore."

I rent two gondolas for us. These little boats may be the quickest means of transportation but they are also the most romantic and I don't want to share this ride. The moon is high in the sky and is shining on the sea. The gondola breaks the water creating a soft melody.

"I love you, Will. I would give you the moon if I could. Nothing I do is ever going to be enough to make up for all that I have done."

"Stop it, Angel. Please. I told you it's all in the past. We can't live thinking about what happened. We are here under the stars and the moon and you want to brood. That's something you should be sorry about."

I laugh at that. He is the most infuriating, stubborn and conceited person and he is also the only one that makes me laugh.

"You're right no brooding. So how much lighter will my wallet be after tonight at the casino?"

"Bloody hell, Angelus. No matter what I lose, you can sit at a poker table and not only make it up, but you can fund the entire trip. Or you can always try your luck at `chemin de fer'. Remember that time at Ibiza. You never lost, they almost lynched you thinking you were cheating."

"Well, what could I have said? I am sorry I don't cheat I just listen to your heartbeat to see how good your hand is! That would have gone smoothly."

"I don't really want to play. I just want to be with you. You look so handsome." He leans over and kisses me lightly. "Maybe we should go back to the hotel. It's not as exposed as this gondola."

"Stop it Will. We can have sex anytime. It'll be a while before we can back here. So what do you think Cordy and Lindsey are doing in that gondola?"

"Are you kidding, pet? It's so cold in the lagoon that they'll have to be on top of each other to avoid hypothermia. Did you see that flimsy shawl she was wearing?"

"I guess I made the right choice in clothes then."

He looks at me with a raised brow.

"I didn't know you had it in you Angel."

We both laugh. Then I hold him tight. We don't need to protect ourselves from the cold but it's nice to feel his body pressed against mine.

So we get to the Lido. When we get off the gondola I can see Cordy and Lindsey hugging each other. I didn't know a simple boat ride would do the trick. Spike follows my gaze and sees them too.

"I guess we aren't the only one affected by the ambiance. It's either that or the damn cold."

Spike jokes, but I know he's right.

I take his hand and we walk around. We are in the wee hours of the morning but the streets are packed. Men and women are wearing costumes of varied styles from our historical clothes to aliens, from animals to cartoon characters. The frenzied atmosphere reminds me of the reason for this holiday: the last hurray before forty days of fasting or so it was in the past.

The night goes by in a flash. The whirling of odors in the air is intoxicating. The murmur of sounds enlivens the night. The drumming of heartbeats appeases the demon. Every sense is satisfied in this rich and intense setting. There is only one hunger left to be satiated.

"Time to go back, Will."

My voice is low and wanton. My eyes must be tinged with gold because the demon is close to the surface. The night's mood so akin to nights long forgotten has rekindled the demon's lust for his childe, just like it has awakened the soul's hunger for his lover.

We leave Cordelia and Lindsey to the beauty of the city. When we reach the suite, we begin shedding our clothes. A trail of garments is left in the living room. We are naked before even reaching our bedroom.

I can't control the demon any longer and slip in game face. Spike knows that the soul can regain control at any moment so he's not afraid any longer. I don't have to negate my nature when I am with him. My William has given me acceptance, something I have never had from anyone else.

"Will, my beautiful Will."

I attack his mouth and I feel him morph too. Our fangs scratch and cut. Our blood mixes in our mouth and a sense of urgency takes over. The kiss deepens. I grab his hair and keep him close. I don't want to break our connection.

He is moaning and whimpering in my mouth. My hand moves over his distended stomach and finds his already hard cock. I play with the sensitive skin until he is begging me, pleading with me.

"Something you want, Will?"

"Angel, please. I want you. I want to feel you in me."

That's all I need to hear. I pick him up and bring him to the bed. He's lying on his side and I move in front him and start kissing him.

"Angel, enough kissing. Fuck me NOW."

"Aren't you the little tyrant? As you wish, my love."

I move behind him pulling his back to my chest. My arm rests on his stomach. He takes my hand in his mouth and slowly starts licking my fingers.

"I thought you wanted this fast, Will."

He snorts and I smirk.

I use the saliva-coated fingers to prepare him. I try to make it slow to prolong his pleasure but he is bucking against my hand pushing me to go faster and harder.

"Angel, NOW."

I withdraw my fingers and spread his cheeks. I place my throbbing shaft at his opening and push inside. We have used this position a lot more now that his stomach make it difficult for him to get comfortable, however the tightness still surprises me.

I encircle his erection and we move slowly together. Two men, two demons joined together as one in the oldest dance of the universe.

I sense him tense. I know he is going to climax soon. I pull him even closer so that every part of our bodies is touching.

"Come for me, Will."

The words are enough to make him cum. He spurts his semen on my hand and his stomach. I continue pumping while my seed fills his insides. We lay there for a few minutes waiting for him to get his strength back.

"Let's shower."

"I don't think I can move Angel."

"Then I'll have to give you a bath."

"Not bloody likely. Let's get cleaned."

After the shower, I ask him to wait for me in the terrazzo. I return to find him sitting in a lounge chair covered by the thick blue robe provided by the hotel. I hand him a crystal glass filled with blood.

"You're going to spoil me, Angel. A man can get used to this lifestyle."

"I told you and I meant it. Nothing is too good for you."

I kneel in front of him. I'm wearing a matching robe. I take a little box from my pocket and give it to him. He opens it and just stares at me. I don't know if it's a good sign or not.

"I know we make claim every time we drink for each other, but I wanted something to represent our love in human terms. You don't have to wear it if you don't want to."

Spike takes the matching gold bands in his hands.

"William and Angel forever. Why did you pick these names?"

"I can get them changed if you want. We can write whatever you like." "No, I just want to know why these names, why not Spike or Will, or Angelus or Liam? Why these two?"

"I don't know. I guess they felt right. Liam was a bastard and he died long before you were born. Will was Angelus' boy. I know we loved each other back them, but we've grown, we're different, we are not them anymore. And Spike, I don't know. You don't act like the bad ass, Big Bad master vampire with me. With me you're William, smart, witty and full of emotions. As I said, it just felt right."

He puts the smaller band on his ring finger and then slips the other on mine.

"I love it, it's beautiful. Forever"

With a kiss, I echo his words: "Forever."