Hollowman

by SpikesKat

"Angelus!"

"Spike!"

"I’ll be damned!

"I taught you to always guard your perimeter," Angelus commented. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should have someone out there."

"I did," Spike replied, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "I’m surrounded by idiots. What’s new with you?"

"Everything."

"Yeah? Come up against this Slayer yet?" Spike questioned.

"She’s cute. Not too bright, though. Gave the puppy dog ’I’m all tortured’ act. Keeps her off my back when I feed!" Angelus laughed as if the thought were funny – a slayer actually falling for the ensouled demon routine.

Spike laughed with his sire.

"People still fall for that Anne Rice routine? What a world!"

Held in a headlock by the dark-haired vampire, Xander struggled to be free. The spur-of-the-moment plan having taken a horrible turn for the worse. "I knew you were lying. Undead liar guy."  

"Wanna bite before we kill her?" Angelus asked, as if the boy he held tight within his grasp were just a meal waiting to be had.

"I haven’t seen you in the killing fields for an age." Spike cocked his head to the side, regarding his elder. 

"I’m not much for company."

"No…. Not the way I remember it. Seem to remember otherwise, you and me, when the girls were off on their own."

Spike circled his pseudo-sire, amber eyes lingering over the dark clothing that molded to his slightly larger frame. He liked the black on Angelus. Made him want to rip each article off piece by piece and expose the pale, hard body hidden within. Sensing the minions that had come to stand behind him, Spike sent them off with a barked order to hunt down the Slayer – his eyes never leaving Angelus.

With the others gone, Spike regarded the prize held within his grandsire’s hands. Like old times, it was. Sharing a meal before they tore at each other’s bodies. Fangs and claws tearing into skin, the pain as their flesh bled a delicious foreplay that would have them fucking each other for hours. Spike’s cock strained against his jeans as images came to him – Angelus slamming into his ass, twisting his hips in such a way as to brush against his prostate, the deliberate movement causing Spike to see stars, or not, if his grandsire was feeling especially evil. Fangs buried so deep in his neck, it was a wonder Dru’s marks weren’t obliterated completely, each pull of blood by Angelus’ lips causing his cock to twitch, never mind the hand that would pump Spike’s length in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

Spike could see that Angelus remembered too. Noticed the elder vamp’s nostrils as they flared suddenly, having caught wind of his own desire. His need.

Angelus struck first, burying his fangs in the boy’s exposed throat, gulping huge quantities of blood as his lust consumed him. Spike wasn’t far behind – mere seconds actually – his hand closing over the boy’s mouth to stifle his cries as he joined his grandsire. No sense calling attention to their actions. The Slayer was soon forgotten as they quickly drained the boy and let him drop to the floor between them.

Then they were on each other.

Fangs tearing into lips and tongues as they wrapped their arms about the other’s neck. Their bodies straining to get closer, ever closer. Memories of what they’d done to each other, could do to each other – gone cold through the decades – flared to life between them. 

Spike found himself shoved up against the wall, the protective embrace of his grandsire wrapped around him as clothes were shed with all possible haste. At the last moment, Spike realized where he was. And although no prude by any means, his joining with Angelus would not be interrupted by the Slayer or anyone else that might happen along. Removing one hand from Angelus’ body, he grasped blindly behind him for the doorknob.

He nearly forgot his quest when Angelus closed his mouth around one of his nipples, fangs piercing flesh to draw small amounts of blood into his mouth. At his groan of pleasure, Spike could feel him smile around his prize, and he renewed his attempt to provide them with a modicum of privacy.

Angelus finally released his nipple, allowing Spike to clear his head and concentrate for a moment. Only a moment. Just the space of time it took for him to switch to the other, giving it the same painful attention. Fangs and lips drew intricate patterns on and around the hardened peak and Spike was ready to say sod it all, and let Angelus have his way with him right there.

Against the wall.

Where anyone might happen by. Even the Slayer.

Fuck!

Spike was never so happy as when his hand closed around the knob. He gave it a sharp twist, and then they were tumbling backwards into the classroom. Falling to the floor in various stages of undress, unmindful of the hard surface beneath them.

Nothing mattered to them but the feel of the other.

The final scraps of clothing fell away, nothing standing between them as they lay flush against each other upon the floor.

’So long,’ Angelus thought to himself as he lay motionless atop Spike. `So long since I’ve felt my boy beneath me.’ He groaned as Spike bucked beneath him, desperate for some type of friction. He felt the same way. No way this first time was going to be slow, savored.

Spike had the right of it.

Fast and furious to slake their initial lust. Something to tide them over until they could move the show to somewhere – anywhere – the Slayer wasn’t.

Angelus sat back on his haunches and waited a moment for Spike to turn over and shift to his hands and knees – something he did with surprising speed.

Too desperate to be buried to the hilt inside his grandchilde, Angelus did no more than position himself at the other’s opening then ram home, sheathing his length in one hard thrust. Spike let out a roar, half pain, half pleasure. Yet, even as he yelled his torment, Angelus felt him thrust his hips back upon his cock – when he would have waited a moment to allow Spike to adjust to his invasion.

"Bloody hell, Angelus! Move already," Spike groaned in despair. His body teetered on the edge, the feel of the elder vampire buried so deep inside his ass – something he’d thought never to feel again.

It felt right. Angelus’ body draped over his, cock filling him to near bursting, one hand pumping his engorged shaft. Spike felt his fangs hovering over Dru’s marks, and he wondered if Angelus bit him there deliberately, as if he was jealous of his own childe for finding Spike first.

It caused Spike to grin in delight, before his mouth formed a silent "o" at a particularly deep thrust.

Harder and harder it went, until Spike was sure his knees were skidding across the cool floor. He arched his back, tilting his head to the side as he waited for Angelus’ bite. The raspy tongue as it worried the scars in the hollow of his throat caused his cock to twitch in the elder’s hand.

"Angelus…" Consumed with lust, he didn’t care that he was practically begging. He just wanted release. 

That final kiss that would send him over the edge.

"Fuuuuuuck!" Spike roared when it happened.

Spike shot his load on the ground beneath him while Angelus flooded his ass with his own release, unable to withstand the rhythmic clenching of muscles against his dick. Momentarily spent, the two lovers collapsed to the cool floor.

They lay there, neither moving for a space of a moment. Then two. Until finally, Angelus pulled free and hauled the younger vamp back into his arms.

"I missed you, m’ boy," Angelus told Spike, his Irish burr thick with emotion as he nuzzled the younger vamp’s neck.

~*~

"…..you never were. So, why’re you so scared of this Slayer?"

Angel shook himself. The images had been so vivid, it took him a moment to realize where he was, and who he was talking to. His grandchilde, nay, his childe. True, Spike had been turned by Drusilla, but it had been he that had shaped the young fledgling. Something akin to pride swelled within him at the sight of the blonde. He’d become what Angelus made him. A killer. Bent on one purpose, and one purpose only.

To kill.

"Scared?" Angel asked, resuming his ruse as if nothing were amiss. 

God, if only…

**Dialogue from BtVS School Hard

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