Honorable
Sons: 7
by Josie_h
Notes
Spike came to, head cradled on Willow’s warm lap and the witch’s gentle hand stroking his forehead rhythmically.
A soft female voice said, “Hey there sweetie…” while the hand continued to pet his temple.
After a few minutes of simply lying contemplating his position, Spike tried to sit up but was held down by a firm hand.
“No, no, don’t do that yet… Drink this first honey… then we’ll think about you getting up.”
Spike felt a warm wrist pressed against his lips. He looked up at the witch in stunned amazement.
“I think you’ll find essence de wiccan is pretty potent stuff so…. and anyways the blood order won’t come for an hour or two, if it is like the other day. I figure if you just have a little then no harm done and you can help Angel if he wakes before I finish off the next batch.”
The stroking hand and proffered wrist were too much and two tears trickled from either corner of crystal blue eyes. Spike nodded his thanks, took the wrist reverently in both hands, looking at the witch with deep gratitude as he let his fangs drop.
Spike laved the area first, never breaking contact with Willow’s emerald stare, then slid his incisors into the offered flesh. His eyes rolled back as he felt the blood laced with the magick and power of a senior witch flow into him.
He pulled off after three long drafts. Nowhere near what he needed to recover on a normal basis but so infused with ancient energy that he felt like he could fly.
Dazed blue eyes now stared up in adoration at the wiccan as he released his mouth, laving and healing the wound.
“Oh god…ess…. Willow….” Azure eyes fixed on her with wonder, “Thank you, thank you…”
Spike fell back into a light and untroubled slumber.
He jolted awake some ten minutes later, feeling refreshed and rested in a way that had not occurred for many months. Sitting up abruptly, he planted a platonic, but no less loving, chaste kiss on his ‘lady’s’ lips, then stood to attend his Sire. Willow smiled and retreated to complete yet another ‘batch’ of the serum.
The blood order arrived just as Spike began to feel his Sire’s consciousness returning through the link. He answered the door and promptly downed two of the bags straight from the box.
Game face to the fore, he heard a hoarse cry for “Will?... Will!... Spike where are you?” coming from the sick room.
He was at Angel’s side momentarily and relieved to see the instant recognition in beloved brown orbs.
“Oh Sire!” Unable to move his elder due to the traction bed, he satisfied himself with leaning over and baring his neck, petting the much loved torso and waiting. Angel recognized his Childe’s scent and submission, and bit down to drink long and slow. He felt Spike’s hand move to assist his arousal at the feeding and waited as gentle bliss took hold, then he released a tiny amount of cool seed but twice onto his torso… He slumped back, satisfied yet aware that his normal climax was somewhat subdued at the moment.
Releasing his bite and falling back into his normal face, Angel stared into his child’s beautiful eyes.
“How long have I been asleep?”
“Nearly two days, Sire.”
“Oh”
“How are you feeling?”
“I’ve had the strangest dreams. Are you real…. I mean, are you real now?”
“Yes Sire, Oh hell yes, I *am* real.” As if to prove a point Spike pulled down again and hugged his elder, then released him.
“Wait here for a sec. I’ll be right back.”
Spike raced to the kitchen, a spring in his step, and began rummaging in the fridge for more blood. He pushed three bags of AB pos into the microwave, and turned to take stock of the proceedings at the stove. His face fell. Another four vials rested in the test tube holder and a pot bubbled away, readying the next batch. Willow looked up from her stirring appearing drawn and tired.
“Oh Willow, can we just have a night to rest? Just one night?”
“Um I guess so sweetie. Is he awake now?”
“Yeah”
“I’ll come and help, a few hours out of traction is not going to hurt too much, I don’t think. Just hang on I’ll ring F’Iaid and check, OK?”
Willow handed the vampire her wooden stirring spoon and speed dialed her mobile.
“Hi F’Iaid? Hey. It’s Willow Rosenberg – you know William and Angelus…. Oh … yeah of course. Me too.”
Spike watched as the witch blushed deeply and scented… arousal?! And then grinned *Good lord! The witch really is suffragette material!* That dark doctor bint was bloody gorgeous, so why not!
“I was wondering if it’s OK if we take Angel out of the traction brace for a while?” Spike could not hear the other side of the conversation.
“Yup….. Ah huh…. Yes definitely….. Tomorrow… Oh Goddess…. Yes… Yes!… It was pretty hard the first round. Oh Goddess yes!”
Spike’s felt a cold chill as Willow cast a sympathetic and sad look in his direction after the last statement. In that moment the dread was shared. There were four treatments to go.
Willow hung up, then turned to face her vampire friend. She couldn’t help but note the return of the strained countenance and distinctly crestfallen look.
“Oh Sweetie. We both knew there was more to come, but already we’re on the way, aren’t we? We’re on the way to getting better??” She smiled in an effort to cheer the blonde. “Why don’t you both have a bath and a lovely sleep in the big bed, okay? I’ll be your waitress for the night” Willow flicked her hair and did her best to look like a saucy, pub barmaid. Failing dismally at the charade she was pleased to see her tense friend smile and relax just a little.
“You just don’t have the ‘front’ for that sort of caper luv.” Spike winked and headed back to the sickroom, warm blood bags in hand and with the intent to release his Sire. He downed the bags as he walked to the room, discarding the ‘empties’ in the small waste paper basket by the door.
Spike smiled as he entered the room, though he knew Angel could smell the anguished feelings of the previous ‘treatments’ conversation with Willow. He walked to the head of the bed and released the tension on the traction device. Angel arched then relaxed as he did so.
“Oh G…. Spike!”
The younger vampire caught his partner as the brace released, he cradled the beloved head to his chest and lifted the wasted figure into a tight embrace, whispering into his hair, “Let’s you and I have a bath shall we?”
He sat on the edge of the large tub watching the water run and cuddling the older vampire to his chest, rocking a little and enjoying the feel of the brunette purring with quiet relief. Eventually he lowered them both into the hot water and supported his crippled partner between his knees. He noted the raw marks where the brace had chafed as fevered thrashing had seen the agonized body work against the restraints. He winced as he gently brushed over the savage slashes that were the reopened dragon marks, though thankfully could see the beginnings of some healing with a slight lessening in the purple of the scarring. Perhaps it was worth the pain. Spike’s hand paused in his ministrations as he pondered the agony still to come. He pushed the thought away and spent the remaining time it took for the water to start to chill, to pet and stroke and minister to his beloved.
He left the bath first, lay the usual towels on the ground, lifted his Sire out and wrapped him lovingly then carried him to the large bed, where they both settled naked under the covers with dual sighs of relief.
Willow continued her brewing while Spike tended to his charge, though upon hearing the two males quietly retreating to the bedroom, heated two mugs of blood and brewed a pot of tea. She set the hot items on a tray of tea cups along with petit fours, sliced lemon, milk and sugar. Then proceeded to do as promised and serve the gents their supper in bed. She set the tray down on a side table and sat on Spike’s side of the large bed watching transfixed as Spike drank both mugs of blood, opened his wrist and fed his Sire.
Shaking herself from her stare, she began to pour the tea then giggled at the bizarre picture they made. A powerful wiccan with her hair trussed up out of the way by two strategically placed chopsticks, wearing an old Tshirt and pink overalls with orange fuzzy pockets and pouring tea for two vampires, one of whom was currently feeding, and the other trying to hide the effects of the feeding by a strategically placed long cushion over the tenting bedcovers with the excuse that ‘the tea could be hot, so…”
Angel eventually released the wrist and lay back on the pillow, a little dazed as was always the case after feeding from his Childe. Willow handed Spike his tea along with Angel’s and proffered the tray with the tray of ‘extras’, then watched the blonde take up the little milk carton.
“I thought for sure you would be a lemon man?”
“Strictly milk and sugar luv. Lad can never have enough sweetness in ‘is life...” Willow would have sworn she saw Spike look a little embarrassed after he added the last bit apparently automatically. But felt a tug of sympathy for a lost son as he looked up at her, then gave a rather sad smile, “Least that’s what mother insisted.”
He added the milk and sugar to his own, then Angel’s and took two tiny biscuits for himself, but left both cups on the plate as he rolled the other way. He then proceeded to push two extra pillows behind his Sire, then lifted him onto them, allowing just enough angle to drink from a cup.
Angel sighed back into the softness and took the teacup in slightly shaky hands. He turned and gave Willow a weak but no less genuine smile accompanied by, “Thank you.”
The three sat and talked amicably about nothing for a time… the view, the apartment, the watcher’s academy, Willow’s lack of partner (which had Spike suggesting a certain doctor at which Willow blushed profusely). Angel had only occasionally contributed, but all three gave in to the veneer of contented conversation, until the inevitable chill fell as Willow brought up their reason for being together.
“I talked to F’Iaid. She thinks it’s wise to continue with another treatment tonight… are you OK with that?” Willow looked from Angel to Spike. The blonde felt his stomach tighten with dread, realizing there would only be a few hours of this relief before… he turned his head toward his Sire, closed his eyes and let silent tears drop onto the pillow.
Angel lifted his arm to caress his beautiful Childe’s face. “It’s fine Willow. We have to do it so…” Willow nodded, then took the remains of ‘high tea’ and let the two have some private time. As soon as she departed, Spike curled up to his elder and simply stayed there in silence. He began caressing the torso, then stroking his sex to arousal, and finally brought his Sire and then himself to gentle relief. He carefully caught both climaxes in one of the discarded fluffy towels he had left beside the bed. He flicked off the light and they fell asleep, Spike holding his partner close.