Angel had watched in awe as Spike had run over his chest with careful kisses. He had managed to find every tender spot left on his body, avoiding those places that were still too sensitive to touch. Spike was thoroughly enjoying the soft moans his sire gave as he ran his tongue across the soft flesh of his nipples. Angel was ready for a fresh onslaught of pleasure as the blonde began to untie the drawstring on his silken pants when Spike suddenly stopped and stood up.
"Hey, where are you going?" Angel asked incredulously.
"Um, Will, you don't need to go to the bathroom, one of the few perks of being a vampire, remember?"
"I'm not going to the bathroom, you nit. I'm going into the bathroom." Angel watched as Spike left the room and came back a moment later with an armful of bandages and hydrogen peroxide. "You didn't have any mercurochrome, so this will have to do."
Angel pulled himself up onto his elbows and rested his head on the deep mahogany of the headboard. "Do we have to do this right now, I was kind of getting into the, uh, pre-show."
"Sorry luv, it's just a little distracting." Spike sat back down on the bed and began setting out his supplies.
"All the cuts and bruises. They are great fun when I put them there, but fish bites really aren't as sexy as one might think."
"Fine, whatever." Angel laid all the way down and slipped his hands under the pillow to give his childe access to his entire torso. Spike soaked a large cotton ball with the peroxide and watched it foam as he placed it to the numerous wounds on Angel's broad chest. He then wiped up the clear drops that made their way down his sides and began the lengthy task of placing bandages over the worst of them. Once he was satisfied with the job he had done, Spike rolled Angel over and tended to the bites on his back. Luckily, the fish had had a rougher time getting under Angel than up his shirt and so the task at hand went much quicker than the first had.
"Okay, am I sufficiently bandaged now? I feel like the mummy or something." Angel whined as he rolled onto his back once again.
"I was thinking more Mary's little lamb, but I guess you are looking slightly mummified, being dead and all." Spike moved the unused bandages into a drawer in the small night stand and took up his spot next to Angel once more.
"So where were we?" Asked the older vampire.
"I believe you were brooding and I was going on a tongue safari." Spike let his fingers trail over the soft material of Angel's pants and batted his thick lashes at his sire.
"I was not brooding. You stopped at a very inopportune moment. I was simply voicing my displeasure." Angel gave his childe a little pout. "You should just be grateful it's me you're dealing with, had you ever tried to pull that Florence Nightingale crap with me a century ago you would have found yourself hanging from the rafters for a week."
"Oh sure, give me another reason to miss Angelus." Spike laughed softly, albeit a phony laugh.
"Don't even joke about it Spike. You do not want Angelus back."
"Sure, you're right. Angelus is a bastard, but the more I forgive, the more I forget. Besides he was hell in the sack." Spike nipped at Angel's shoulder and quickly moved his hand to undo Angel's trousers the rest of the way. Angel gave a soft growl of approval and arched his hips off the bed so Spike could pull them off. Once the silk material was safely around his ankles Angel relaxed back onto the mattress and let out a groan of relief. He was surprised that even after a full day out of the water, his muscles still ached at every movement.
Angel's painful moan was not lost on Spike's ears. He was sure to be as gentle as possible as his hands covered his sire's tender body. He traced small circles over the hard muscles of his stomach, following the soft trail of dark hair that led to his favorite part of Angel's body. Angel's beautiful cock was glistening in anticipation as Spike bent his head to ravish his ever stiffening member. Spike growled with pleasure when his cold mouth made the body beneath him jolt. He ran a long trail with his cool tongue along the underside of his sire's cock, drawing another moan from Angel's lips.
"Spike...I" Angel tried to speak but was cut off when his fair haired childe engulfed his cock in the depths of his throat. Spike reached one hand up and lightly rubbed one of the dark nipples that dotted his sire's chest. Angel in turn toyed with his other nipple. He began to arch his back, giving increasing moans of both pleasure and pain as successive jolts of feeling ran through his being. "Will, I want you." He finally said, concentrating hard to find the words in his ecstasy.
Spike pulled his mouth from it's prey just long enough to answer "No." He then went back to his constant motion up and down Angel's length. Spike swallowed hard trying to pull his sire deeper into his mouth. His tongue traced the tip and opening that darted in and out of his throat, catching the small droplets of warm liquid that escaped it. With his free hand Spike lightly swirled around the soft skin of his sire's balls, much to the liking of the older vampire.
"Please Will." Angel begged. Again came the answer of 'no.'
"Why? Please Will, please."
Spike again took Angel deep within the recesses of his throat and growled. The vibration made white light flash in front of Angel's half closed eyes. He felt the urge to release building deep within his sack. Spike rolled the velvet skin in his palm letting his growls move from deep in his throat to the tip of his tongue. Angel's own growls quickly turned to screams of pleasure as he bucked his hips wildly. He thrust into his childe's soft mouth again and again, spraying the back of Spike's throat with his saline essence. Spike savored the taste more than he ever could a mouthful of blood. If blood was life, this was the beginning of life. The fluid that created life, even coming from Angel's dead shell, he felt the power that coursed through the thick liquid.
Once the last shudder went through his sire's large body, Spike slowly released him from his mouth and licked his lips. He laid back on the pillows and closed his eyes, spent.
"Angel, let's not get all pensive, eh. Just enjoy the moment." Spike said without opening his eyes.
"I'm not being pensive. I was just wondering why.."
"You're not ready." Spike put a hand over Angel's. "I would have hurt you if I had, and you would have hurt yourself if you had. It's better this way, once you're healthy again we'll talk about, uh, taking it to the next level. Okay?"
"Okay. Hey Spike?"
"When did you become so pensive?"
"The day I came home, Angel. The day I came home."
Angel closed his eyes again and let comfort wash over him and lull him to sleep beside his childe.