Mickey and Silvia
Author: Titti
E-mail: titti_adriano@h...
Ships: Spike and Angel
Rating: NC-17 for the series.
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Dedication: A big "thank you" to Vixen.
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.
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: This part deals with possible miscarriage. If this is a painful subject, you can safely skip this part and still able to follow the rest of the series. However, if you want plenty of smut without the angst, read part 8b.Part 8a – Angel's POV
"Angel, do you want cooo…"
"Vision." I yell as if it wasn't obvious. "Spike get aspirin. Cordelia, what did you see?"
"Shush, Angel, give me a moment. Next time tell TPB to send an e- mail, will you?"
When she is able to reopen her eyes, she writes down an address and hands it to me.
"It's a vampires' nest. I could see about 40 vamps."
"Okay, let's get weapons. Cordy take care of crossbows, Wes stakes, Gunn fill the super soakers with holy water. Spike, I'll see you later."
I give orders. That's what I do best. Even now that Wes is in charge I can't stop myself.
Of course, this never works with my lover. He didn't obey when I was Angelus, when the punishment usually involved chains and whips. He surely won't obey me now that I have my soul. So it doesn't take long to hear him complain.
"What in Satan's effing arse are you talking about? I am coming with you. I need exercise, you heard the doc."
I know I am going to lose it, so I take a deep breath and try to sound reasonable.
"No, you do not need this type of exercise. You are staying. Besides someone should stay with Dawn"
"That's sweet Angel, but Mark and his mom are picking me up in about five minutes to go to the movies."
She gives me a friendly kiss and goes outside to wait for her date. She never has any friends at the hotel. I guess she doesn't want to explain why two overprotective vampires are taking care of her.
"See peaches, there is no reason for me to stay home."
Reason is starting to fly out the window. I gave an order and he is arguing with me. Of course, the day that he will do as I say I'll have to worry about the Apocalypse.
"You are staying. This is not open to discussion. I won't put you and the baby at risk."
"You trust the little bint more than me, is that it? She, hood boy and the watcher are brilliant fighters and I am the helpless idiot who can't take of a few vamps. Well, sod off, I am going with or without you."
Life was so much simpler when I was Angelus. I gave orders, minions would obey, Dru would worship me, and I was happy. Now I am dealing with a teenager, an ex cheerleader who wants to run my life and my spoiled childe who in fact runs my life. In my defense, I should mention that Angelus never won a verbal fight with William either.
"Fine, but stay close. Don't do anything stupid!"
"Love you, poof."
He is pouting. I love it when he pouts. I just wanna kiss him.
"Love you too, Will."
He knows me so well. He knows that he is so damn sexy when he pouts and I become jello in his hands. God, how much I want him.
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When we get there we discover that the nest is well guarded. Since it's dark already, all the vampires are awake. There is no way we can surprise them. So we follow my brilliant plan: go in and kill everything. That's Spike's usual plan so he is pretty happy with it.
I am in the lead as always. We go in dusting and fighting any vamp that comes our way. I take the most but I can see with my peripheral vision that everyone is holding his or her own.
When the proverbial and literal dust settles, I check around to do a survey of damage. That's when I realize that Spike is not next to me anymore. I panic, I know I'm screaming, but I can't stop myself.
"Where's Spike? Has anyone seen him?"
God no, please no, I need him, let him be all right. I can't go on without him. Fuck my redemption, fuck the good fight. I just want my lover back in my arms. I am sobbing now. I rather walk in the sun than continue without him.
"Shut up Angel. I hear something." Cordelia tells me.
We rush toward the moaning. I look down and I see Spike rolled up, holding his stomach.
"You're alive!" So I'm babbling but my childe is alive or at least undead.
"Angelus, I don't feel good. The baby…it hurts."
Spike's usual lively voice is a mere whisper. My heart goes out to him. He is not supposed to be hurt. He's immortal, strong and vibrant. At that moment, I resent the baby that is making him so vulnerable.
We rush to the obstetrician's office. Cordelia has enough wits to call in advance to find out if the doctor would be in at 9:00 at night. I thank the gods that demons run on the same schedule as vampires.
I spend the car ride hugging and reassuring the beautiful man in my arms. I want to tell him that I don't care about the baby as long as he is fine, but I know he would hate me for that. So I keep touching and caressing. I can sense his body is struggling to cope with the injury. I'm afraid that there is something badly wrong, but I don't want to let him see how worried I am. Then I hear myself purr. If my friends are surprised they don't show it.
He raises his head to look at me. I feel lost in those blue orbs. They are mysterious and dangerous as the open sea.
"It's all my fault. You warned me not to fight, but I was too bloody stupid to listen. I'm sorry. "
The sobbing is heart wrenching. I can hear the others draw a breath. I guess they are silently praying for my lover and my child. I don't pray anymore, I am becoming too cynical.
"It's not your fault. I should have stopped you. Besides, there is nothing to worry about: you're fine and the baby will fine. You'll see."
I tell him. I don't know if it's true but I don't care. Right now, I have to calm him down, I have to stop his pain. Because it is his pain. I love the idea of the baby, but it just doesn't feel real yet. Will, my sweet childe, is real.
Did I say that I don't pray? Well, I lied. I pray that everything will be all right because I don't think that Spike will ever forgive himself if the baby is hurt.
When we get to the doctor's office, the nurse takes a quick look at Spike and dashes us inside to see the demon obstetrician, while our friends wait outside.
He looks so vulnerable lying on that cot. He has taken his shirt off because he needs a sonogram. I can see him shivering, but the cold is inside his heart. I sit next to him. He gives me a sad smile but at least he stops shaking.
When the door opens, I can sense him tensing next to me.
"Doc, is the baby alright?" He manages to say.
The demon has the bedside manners of a country doctor today, so different than last time. This worries me more than anything else that has happened up to now.
"Why don't we take a look?"
He pours some gel on my lover's stomach and begins probing. He seems unmoved by Spike's gasps of pain as he maneuvers the scanner about. Images in black and white appear on the monitor connected to it. I know that's our baby but I can't see a damn thing. It looks like shadows to me; it's William I'm worried about.
A few moments of this and I am ready to rip the doc apart. Will needs answers, I need answers and he better talk before I kill him.
"Could you enlighten us? We are the parents after all."
OK, I'm being sarcastic but he should appreciate it since the alternative is his painful death.
"Look here. See this? That's the placenta. It has attached itself to the stomach since all your nourishment arrives through the blood to your stomach. This enables the baby to grow."
"Can we skip the soddin' lesson, doc. I just want to know what's wrong. Why does my stomach hurt so much?"
He is trying to sound tough, but he's biting back the pain and I see tears in his eyes again.
"See this shadow here. That means that the placenta is partially detached. When it detached itself it caused a rip in your stomach lining. That's the pain you're feeling. We are going to stop the bleeding first."
"What does it mean for the baby?"
"Why don't we take care of you and deal with the rest for later?" I try to coax him.
Can't he understand that bleeding is one of the few ways that he can cease to exist? For some insane reason he can't understand that, he is just thinking about it, the baby. I am starting to hate it.
"I need to know, Angel, please."
How can I refuse a simple answer when he asks me with that pleading tone? Doesn't he know that I would give him anything to see him smile?
"I'll make it quick. You're partner is right we have to take care of you first. Anyway if you were human, it would mean a miscarriage. In your case it means a warning signal. One not to be taken lightly, I may add."
He takes a deep breath and continues. I just want to shut him up and go on with the curing part. Will must sense this, because he puts a hand on my thigh and squeezes gently. I kiss his forehead and keep my mouth shut.
"We'll do a spell that will stop the bleeding by reconnecting the placenta to the stomach. The reattachment will be almost immediate but the connection will be weak for a few weeks.
He finally starts to move around setting up the room to perform the spell. He is finally going to take care of my lover. I am so happy that I could kiss a cross bathed in holy water.
Then I see Spike shudder as the pain gets worse. In a split second I'm holding him in my arms as the chanting is started.
I'm praying that the words are right as the air fills with static and the chant rises to a scream around us. There's a blinding flash, and then we're back with just the fluorescent lights and the buzz of the scanner.
I look at the man in my arms, "Ok?"
"Yep." He whispers eye's still tight shut, "Pain's gone."
I release him and let him sit up, he swings his legs over and tries to jump up.
"Owwwch!" He sits back down.
"You'll have to take it easy for a few days yet." The doctor warns, "You'll need plenty of rest and extra blood, human if possible. I'm also giving you iron pills to supplement the blood loss. You are to keep your feet elevated as much as possible, which means bed or couch. I'll give you a potion now. I'll tell how to make it and you should drink a cup a day."
I memorize the ingredients, but I ask him to write them down since my mind is still fixed on one concept: they are going to be fine. Then in the clouds that fogger my brain, a ray of light appears.
"Fighting demons and vamps is out of the question, then. Right, doc?"
"Don't be so happy, peaches. It probably means no sex either. I've got to rest."
I laugh. He is fighting back. He is really fine.
The doctor looks at us like we are a couple of overgrown toddlers.
"No fighting demons, vamps or humans. Sex depends. Vampiric I-want-to-beat-you-to-a-pulp sex us definitely out of the question."
I giggle. The guy must deal with a lot of vampires if he is giving us a definition of what sex is.
"Love making is fine as long as you don't put pressure on your stomach. If for whatever reason, you feel discomfort then no penetration. Just remember rest, blood and more rest."
When he is finished with the potion, he hands it to Spike. It smells rancid. Spike starts drinking but makes a face that reminds me of my sister Kathy when she had to drink cod liver oil as a lass. I guess the taste is even worse than the smells.
The watchers think we can taste food. Boy, are they wrong. Taste and smell are connected. Our strong sense of smell means that our taste buds are more accurate than any human's is.
Spike doesn't complain about the taste though. Once again this proves to me how much he loves the little life growing inside of him.
He used to bitch at Angelus for weeks if the foods we stole weren't the finest. Belgian chocolates, Russian caviar and French wine, only the best for William the bloody.
Now he is drinking that horrible liquid as if it would deliver salvation. I guess it does in a way: it assures the survival of the embryo.
It amazes me how different this experience is for the two of us. I am the souled vampire, the protector of the innocents and I know I'm going to love and protect this baby once he's born. Spike is the soulless demon who snakes on Happy Meals on legs and he loves and protects this baby now.
They have a connection that I will never have. I am jealous. I'm jealous that I won't feel the baby grow inside me. I am jealous that Spike will know and love the baby better than I ever will.
Then I realize that it's not jealousy, or at least not principally. It's mostly fear. I am afraid that they will be each other's world. I am scared that I won't be as important to Spike as the baby will be. I am terrified that he will love this child more than he loves me.
I am so completely lost in my thoughts that I haven't noticed Spike is dressed and ready to go. I take him in my arms and carry him to the car.
"Doctor said feet elevated." I utter warding off any possible objection to my carrying him.
I sit him in my lap on the backseat and raise his feet. Cordelia is squashed in the back with us, while Wes and Gunn are in the front.
Everyone's so relieved they start yakking away. I really don't pay attention. I have become really good at blocking out people's voices. I spend my time kissing and touching my blonde lover. Then Cordelia's words push their way to my consciousness.
"You buster, scared the heck out of us. Next time I'll stake you myself."
"You're so sweet, pet. You make my heart melt with all your warmth."
He is smiling again. I love his smile but it doesn't distract me enough from what has been said.
"There won't be a next time. He is staying home until the baby is born."
Then I turn to face him expecting a fight but he is starring at me with awe and amusement. I guess he doesn't mind my caveman attitude so much.
"As you wish, Angel."
I don't know if he was going to say anything else because I crush his lips with mine. I am holding on to him for dear life. I never really thought that I would lose him again. Today I discovered that I can lose him in too many ways and I don't like it.
"What's wrong, luv?"
His whisper reaches my ears only. He can sense my internal turmoil but how can I tell him all that I am feeling? I shake my head and attempt a smile.
"Just hold on to me, Will."
He kisses me. His fingers brush my hair until his hand starts teasing the nape of my neck. I close my eyes and let the sensation take hold of my body. Of course, I can't let go. I don't think Cordy would really appreciate the enactment of what's in my mind.
Part 8b
When we finally get to the Hyperion, I carry him once again. I don't think I say goodbye, but it's not as if I am known for my manners. I go directly to our room and I place him on the bed.
"So how are you feeling?" I ask standing around awkwardly.
"Still sore, but I am a vampire, luv. I'll feel better soon enough, recuperating abilities and all."
He is giving me this warm smile. It makes me feel like shit. Here he is in pain and he is trying to reassure me. I should be the one doing the nurturing. With that thought I realize that he hasn't fed.
"I'll get some blood."
When he arrived we got a microwave and a refrigerator for our room, so I don't have to leave him. I put 2 bags on the microwave and wait for them to warm up. I make a note to get some human blood. I return to the bed with two mugs. I hand him one and move to sit on my chair.
"Sit with me, Angel."
"Of course, Will."
I arrange the pillows, so I can sit up. He leans against my chest.
"I'm sorry if I scared you. I didn't think I was so vulnerable. This'll teach me."
"Don't think about it, now. Just concentrate on getting better. And promise me no more I'm The Big Bad stunts."
He chuckles but promises. We talk for a while until he tells me that he needs to rest.
"I'll get up so you can get comfortable."
"I'll feel better if you stay."
I kiss him and rearrange our bodies so he can sleep better. He falls asleep pretty soon. He looks so innocent. Something inside me breaks, I am crying.
He spends the entire night and the next day asleep. He wakes up briefly to feed and drink that horrible potion. I know that vampires use sleep to restore their bodies so I am glad that he is resting. Twenty-four hours later, he finally wakes up.
"Welcome in the land of the living, sleeping beauty."
I welcome him with a warm cup of human blood courtesy of the local red cross and Cordelia's flirting skills.
"I didn't know you watched Disney." He chuckles. "Besides, with us it's the land of the dead."
I try to laugh at his horrible joke but I am still too shell-shocked by everything that happened. I feel alone. I have spent a whole twenty four hours in this room, pacing and thinking, wishing I could talk to somebody, but I can't confide with my human friends.
I can imagine my conversation with them. 'I don't know if I want the baby because my lover may not love me then.' Yes, I can see that going really well. Or even better 'It would have been better if Spike weren't pregnant so he couldn't get hurt.' Yep, very altruistic of me. His question brings me back to reality.
"What time is it? I feel like I have been sleeping for a bloody eternity"
"It's two am. You have slept only one day, I know that must be an eternity for someone that can stay still for more than ten minutes. So are you feeling better?"
"Actually I do. It doesn't feel tender anymore and there is absolutely no pain. "
I look at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Ok, maybe a little. It's not as if I can't move though. It's just a dull ache if I move to quickly." He drinks the rest of them blood and then he becomes serious.
"What is it, pet? You've been in brooding mood since the vision. That's too long even for you."
An internal conflict is tearing me. I want to share everything with him, but I'm afraid that I won't say it right. I'll mess everything and he'll hate me.
"Make love to me, Will."
I'm pathetic. He has just gone through a traumatic experience and I'm begging him to have sex with me. I know he probably just wants to rest but I need him to take me.
A flash of lust darkens his blue irides. He takes off his clothes in silence, without getting off the bed. His eyes never leave mine. My cock twitches at the intensity of his gaze.
"You better get out of those clothes, pet. I would love to do it for you but can't tire myself?"
He is smirking at me. I can see the master vampire behind that smile. He is in control now and he knows it.
I think I rip my silk shirt in the haste. I know my pants zipper will have to be replaced. Shoes and socks fly through the room and I am lying naked next to him within seconds.
He moves cautiously on top of me. We both wait to see if the movement causes any pain. When it doesn't, he starts nibbling at my lobe. His lips move slowly to my neck leaving a trail of butterfly kisses until he reaches the junction with my shoulder. The kisses become bites in frenzy. He doesn't bite hard enough to break skin, but the sensation of the blood flowing to the offended area is pure sensuality.
"Please, Will."
He looks at me under dark lashes sending shivers down my spine. I am drowning in him. I have never felt so out of control in all my existence.
"Just enjoy the ride, pet. You'll remember this for a long time, luv."
God, what is he doing now? I feel his fingers on my hardened nipple. Then he licks and sucks on them. When I thought that it couldn't get better, he blows softly. The cold air shocks me and I'm in Heaven.
"God, Spike."
I push him toward my erection but he slaps my hands away. Instead, he grabs the toy box we keep under the bed. I find myself handcuffed to the bed before I can protest. He takes the silk blindfold and covers my eyes.
I am completely at his mercy. I tense up. I am not to keen about surrendering control. My demon doesn't like it either.
"Just let yourself go, Angel."
He practically purrs in my ear. I strain against the cuff to grab him but he is no novice at this. There is no way I am getting out of the restrain without his permission.
"Patience, Angelus." He moans in my mouth.
I feel his tongue seeking entrance in my mouth. It's domineering and I give it complete access to my mouth. The coolness pleasurably surprises me.
Then he moves away. I lay there expectantly waiting to discover what he has in store next. I hear something squirt. Soon, his warm hands are rubbing my chest. The massage oil smells of jasmine. His hands trace every rib and every muscle. My cock jumps in response to this new assault.
"Touch me, God, I need you to touch me."
"I thought I was touching you. Maybe you want to be a bit more specific, luv." He teases me.
"Maybe you want to be touched here."
I buck my hips when I feel his fingers pinch my nipples. I moan and he laughs. I feel his finger moving down on my chest until it reaches my belly button. It stops for a heartbeat and then resumes its downward journey. It's so close to my shaft that I think I am going to cum from the anticipation.
"Or maybe you want to be touched here."
For a moment, I think that I am going to get the release that I so much need. But he is so cruel tonight. I feel his tongue fucking my belly button while I raise my hips looking for denied friction.
"I can't wait, please, I need to cum."
I have never pleaded so much in my life, but I can't stand it anymore. I need to climax.
He moves away again. I feel his teeth biting at my calves while his hands rub more oil. He raises my leg and slowly moves up to the back of my knee. His fingers are now drawing warm patterns on my thigh. He is so close to my crotch that I take a needless breath.
He chuckles but he won't put an end to this sweet torture. Instead, he delicately lowers my leg and starts with the other. He performs the same ritual kissing and licking, biting and massaging every inch of my skin.
When I feel him move away, I am ready to cry. Then warm oil is poured on my testicles and he begins to fondle them.
"Yes, oh yes"
Sex and words don't seem to mix in my head, but I don't particularly care.
"Shit, Spike."
He just deep throated my cock. The cool mouth on my shaft and the warm hands on my balls create the perfect mixture of pleasure. He pumps one, two, three times and I am too excited to last.
"AHAAAAA."
He swallows my semen avidly. He continues to suck until I am spent. Then I feel his lip back on mine. My tongue darts inside his to taste myself.
"I want to touch you, please."
"I am not done yet. Just wait and you won't be disappointed."
He cups my face and deepens the kiss. I can picture him with his sculptured body, biceps tense from the strain and eyes darkened by lust. I know his member is hard because I have felt it brush my body.
"No brooding allowed." He whispers.
"I wasn't brooding, I was thinking about you." I try to keep my voice steady but I am not too successful.
"Tell me what you're thinking." His voice is low and sensual.
"I…"I clear my throat. "I am thinking about they way your muscles contract when you lower yourself to kiss me. I am thinking about the way you wet your lips showing just the tip of your tongue. I can picture you hard cock brushing against mine creating just enough friction. I can…God what are you doing?"
"You seem to be doing so good by yourself maybe you can tell me what I am doing."
I seem to have lost all my verbal abilities. I concentrate on the new sensation on my chest. It takes me a while but I realize that he is using a feather. The light touch rekindles my passion.
He straddles my hips while he continues to play with the feather. I can feel his erection on my stomach. I am surprised that he has so much control. I know how many of his plans failed because Spike couldn't wait. I chuckle at the last thought.
"I must be doing something wrong if you're laughing. Maybe this will recapture your attention."
He opens my legs and I sense him sitting between them. I feel a warm oiled finger playing with my rosetta. I lick my lips and quiver in anticipation.
"That's better. I want your complete and undivided attention. Do you understand?" He asks me. The tone reminds me that my lover is indeed a powerful master vampire.
"Yes master, you have my attention and my body; you have all of me."
Before I have a chance to finish the sentence, his finger goes past my ring muscle. I move against it, but his hands stop me.
"I want to see you, please." It's only fit that I am begging again.
"Not yet, soon my luv." His tone is loving now. His complexity never fails to surprise me.
I feel a second finger enter me. He pumps slowly and more deeply this time. He curves his fingers and hits my prostate. I am hard again. My breathing becomes labored; my body is mimicking patters learned long ago.
When a third finger makes its way inside my body, I scream with pleasure. My body has never been loved so thoroughly as it has been tonight.
"Are you ready for me, pet."
"God, yes Spike, I want you inside me."
I can't see him but I know he is smiling. I feel his member at my entrance and I push toward it. Spike enters in one swift motion until he is completely sheathed. I am so ready that there is no discomfort, just pleasure.
He bends over and rips off the blindfold. He kisses me violently while he pumps into my body.
"I want to touch you."
He shakes his head and continues moving. He shifts position to grab my cock and in so doing his cock hits my gland. I close my eyes as waves of pleasure ripple through my body.
"Keep your eyes open, Angel."
I force myself to look at him again. He resumes his salvage rhythm. When my sac tightens, his game face appears. He fangs rip the skin of my neck. As soon as he begins to suck, I feel my orgasm take over my body.
When he is satisfied that I can't spill anymore, he withdraws his fangs and starts pumping into me faster and faster. Our eyes lock into each other once again.
"I love you Spike." I mouth.
He comes with a roar, and then he rests on my body. When his breathing stops, he frees my arms.
I move close to him and lay my head on his chest. His fingers are moving lazily through my hair.
"Thank you."
It just comes out so naturally. I hope he lets it go but then he wouldn't be Spike.
"So what did just happen, luv?" His voice is pure curiosity.
"If you don't know, we are in trouble." I quip back.
He lifts my chin and stares at me. I feel his blue eyes penetrating my soul. I have hid from him for a hundred years and he still knows me: man and demon. It's still beyond me how he can own my so completely.
"If you don't want to explain, then tell me why you called me Spike all night long."
"That's your name." But then I think about it. I always call him Will or William in the privacy of our room. "I guess it's the first time that I gave up control. It had to be Spike, master vampire, not Will my childe." I pause, but I need to say more. "I never knew how enjoyable it would be to give you control."
I smile. When I see understanding in his face, I continue.
"I wanted you because I was afraid of losing you."
It's his turn to smile. He looks almost angelic when he has this tender look in his eyes.
"You will never lose me, Angel."
"I am afraid that I'll lose your love." I murmur.
He looks confused. Damn, I should remember that he can hear me, being a vampire.
"The baby." I say ever softer.
"You are jealous of the baby? Don't you understand why this baby is so important to me? It's because it's your baby, the fruit of your love. I have loved you for a century. I have loved you when you used me, when you left me, when you hated me. I will always love you Angel. Nothing and no one can destroy my love for you."
I put my head on his chest again. I feel tears flood my eyes. They are tears of relief and joy. The tension leaves my body through the salty drops.
I don't know how long I cried. I know that I wake up still clinched to him. His arms wrapped around my naked body and I have never been happier in my life.
TBC