Honorable
Sons: 11
by Josie_h
Notes
Willow and F’Iaid were watching a program on the ‘Stones of England’ as Spike and Angel came back to the apartment, both still dripping from their swim. It was almost midnight and the witch was leaving the following day.
F’Iaid squeezed her friend’s hand, Willow had very mixed feelings regarding her departure making talking to her dark friend awkward. They had both continued to wait for the ‘right moment’ to have a very personal conversation, but now the vampires were back and Spike wandered through for a feed, it seemed that they would have to wait a little longer. Willow returned the friendly hand squeezed and moved to join Spike in the kitchen.
“Can I have a moment to say goodbye to Angel tonight sweetie, ’cause I’m fairly sure he’ll be asleep when I leave…?”
“Hey pet.” Spike pulled her into a warm hug and purred into her hair, “Sure… he’s awake now. By the way, you know we’re both struggling to know how to thank you?!....What you’ve done?!... You are *so* special to us, you know that don’t you luv?…” Spike pushed the witch away enough to lift her chin and stare into the watery green gaze.
“Hey pet, none o’ that. We know you’re gonna come back for your dark princess, so the worst y’ should do is blush!” At which point Willow did just that… “And next time I promise! … Queen of bloody Sheeba treatment for you. And good as your dark lady might be, she’ll never hold a candle to you in my book luv!”
For the first time ever, Willow was graced with the unguarded, blazing smile and leveled gaze of azure blue eyes that spelt utter gratitude and adoration from her friend, William the Bloody. Spike then pulled the wiccan back into a firm hug, put a chaste kiss on her forehead and either cheek, then pressed a tiny box into her hand. “To remember us by, and remind you that you also have a home with us, whenever you feel the need.”
Willow looked up at Spike, and opened the gold box carefully. Settled on the tiny pink pillow inside was a pendant with a single enormous brilliant cut, white diamond, set in a simple rose gold clasp on a fine gold rope.
“Oh Goddess! Spike! It’s… Oh… It must be two carats! How?”
“Two and a half luv, and it’s nothin’ compared to what you’ve done for us.” He handed her an envelope, whispered, “Open it on the plane pet.” He let Willow go and turned toward the refrigerator to retrieve his blood.
Willow felt honored and light headed in equal measure, and staggered back into the lounge to collapse into the arms of the waiting F’Iaid. “Oh thank Goddess, F’Iaid!!”
She hugged her friend. “I’m *so* glad you will be here. The boys are very lucky. I will be back as soon as I can.”
“I know my lady.”
“Am I yours?”
“If you truly desire it…”
“Oh yes! And… I will be back! But…” Willow paused with a sudden pang of guilt.
“Tara’s spirit will be always respected.”
“Wha..? But I haven’t?... How did you?.....”
“Another day, dear friend. Be well… I will see you in da mornin’ for a trip to de flight yes?”
“Oh? You’ll drive me? … Oh, that would be lovely!” Willow kissed her friend and F’Iaid made her way to the door.
Willow watched her regal friend depart, and noticed that Spike had taken to the balcony for a smoke, leaving Angel in the bedroom by himself.
She knocked on the bedroom door.
The side table lamp was on and Angel was reading. She took the time to note that he looked very much like the Angel of old, though the longer hair was new, and there was a contented calm to his demeanor that she could not remember from Sunnydale. She wondered if somehow his recent helplessness, then struggle to recover had enabled him to find some sort of resolution and a focus on the future.
“Hey there.” Willow stood at the door fiddling with the new diamond adornment around her neck.
Angel looked up and patted the bed beside him as an indication to sit down.
“Umm, I came to say thanks…. This is truly beautiful.”
“Can I see?”
“Oh, I thought… but then of course, it would have been Spike who… Oh I’m sorry Angel…”
“No, we both picked it out, it’s *amazing* what Spike can do online!” Angel said the last part with such wonder in his voice that Willow giggled. She knew that Spike had always kept up with the times, and had a lovely visual image of Spike patiently trying to explain to Angel the intricacies of surfing the web, buying on Ebay or playing online games.
She sobered and looked into Angel’s dark eyes, “Do you trust me as a friend, Angel?”
There was no hesitation in the answer, “Of course!! Why do you ask that now, have I…?”
“No, no nothing it’s just…” Willow took a long breath, “You need to take care of Spike.”
Angel answered automatically, “Of course! I get better every day soon I’ll be able to…”
“No sweetie, I mean *really* take care of him.”
Angel looked puzzled.
“He is hurting honey… He’s worked so hard and so long, for months now, protecting you and caring for you, doing everything for the two of you… He has even grieved for you… And now you are becoming well again… And he is *so* happy that that is happening – and I know you know that.”
The dark vampire smiled at that and replied, “We’ve both enjoyed the ‘getting better’ part.”
“But Angel, he is really hurting a lot.” The older vampire’s smile quickly became a frown.
“But…?” Willow took up Angel’s hand and began to pet it as she spoke quietly.
“Oh dear…. um… honey, I am fairly sure that he’ll be feeling what most people feel when the desperately ill person they’ve cared, for becomes well… He assumes you won’t need him after you are fully healed, and for Spike, that means you will reject him, or he’ll wake one day to you gone.”
“What?!! How could he….? Oh Willow! No! I couldn’t…. not now!” Willow felt the older vampire becoming tense and upset, and knew that it wouldn’t be long before Spike felt a ripple of the same through the blood-link, and came in to check on his companion.
“I know it’s probably not true – but sweetie you need to help him heal too, he’s been so strong for you and adores you more than life itself… Please let him know that you need him for more than his nursing abilities. I know you love him, I can see that, so *please* tell him… can you do that? Tell him every day how important he is to you. You guys are *so* good for each other, so beautiful together… Can you promise to look after him while I’m away?”
By the time she had finished Angel’s chocolate gaze was brimming with unshed tears.
“Oh… Oh honey! – I didn’t mean to upset you.” She grabbed his hand and held it tight.
Angel squeezed his eyes shut and let two tears track down his cheeks, then looked into Willow’s green gaze and began to stroke his thumb over the back of the petite hand holding his. He said in almost a whisper, “I really thought he’d know… I thought he knew… How can I prove?.. I’d never leave him! Not now, not ever! Oh God, if something happen to him now! I love him *so* much, he’s my beautiful Childe, and I love him *so* much…” Angel trailed off and simply caressed the hand he was holding.
“Oh I am *so* sorry to have messed this up!” It was Willow’s turn to look upset as she played with Angel’s fingers. She failed to notice Angel’s gaze shifting from her to the door.
“You haven’t messed anything up, pet.” Willow spun around to see the blonde leaning against the door jam.
Spike walked over to her and squatted down in front of the witch, putting a hand on either knee.
“You’re just trying to help luv, we know that.” Spike looked up at her with such gratitude and love that Willow blushed a deep crimson, then gave a small smile through her worried frown.
“Have I? Have I helped?” Willow’s voice sounded small and uncertain.
“C’mon Red. Course you have, in more ways than you know. ‘S like I said when we gave you the pressie.” Spike stood up and kissed her on the forehead. “Now I reckon you’ve got some packin’ to do, and me and me ol’ sire here need to have a bit of a chat.”
“Oh, of course. I’ll just…”
Willow made to move from the bed but Angel kept hold of her hand, forcing her still while he kissed the witch gently. “Thanks Willow… for everything.”
She smiled, squeezed his hand then released him, wandering back to her room for some serious packing of bags. This left the two vampires staring at each other.
Angel looked up at his partner, then gestured for him to join him on the bed. “Willow’s right, I need to look after you.” He pulled Spike into a possessive hug. “You are so special to me, I can’t begin to tell you. I do love you but I really thought you knew, I can’t promise you anything I haven’t already Spike.” Spike looked crestfallen at this. “Except that I will always need you. I need you to be my partner, and I’ve been waiting to ask you… as your Sire… if you feel… Look, will you do me the honor of formally sealing our partnership in the ritual when I am well?”
Spike pulled out of the hug and moved to the edge of the bed, ready to leave again, “Oi, listen if you’re only doin’ this because Red reckons I’m balmy then…”
“No! Spike!... No… *nothing* like that…” Angel reached out and grabbed his friend’s wrist. “Please Spike!... Childe…, William…, my savior….. my lover… will you just think about it… please will you?”
Spike’s voice became husky and he remained seated on the bed but faced away from his Sire, “Yeah… ‘course.”
Angel continued to look distressed. “I will always need you Spike, but not just caring for me, I need you to share my life and I thought…” He trailed off as he smelt salty tears and felt a strange jolt of emotions coming through the blood link.
“Spike? Spike please…”
A tear burdened whisper came, “I said yes ya old poof, I said yes… I just…”
Angel pulled him down into his arms again and his Childe began to cry in earnest. The older vampire rocked them both, much as Spike had done countless times in the past months. As calm returned, he sat them both up and tilted his head giving Spike access to his neck. “Drink…”
“Only if you…[hic]… take mine too Sire,” The younger vampire gave a heavy calming sigh and tilted his head also, at the same time leaned in to Angel’s neck, dropping his fangs ready to bite.
They bit simultaneously, each feeling the blood being drawn from their own neck just as they took it in, a circle of reassurance and love. Minutes passed and the feeding continued until Spike was sure he was now taking his own blood back for the third or fourth time. Angel eased his bite and they both pulled off reluctantly.
Spike looked up dazed, the blood link tenfold more intense than it had ever been. When Angel began a passionate kiss, Spike felt a depth of love and adoration that was all but overwhelming. Already extremely aroused by the feeding, he could wait no longer.
“Need you in me Sire, please! Now!” He pulled the bed covers from Angel’s naked form, exposing a rock hard erection awaiting his attention, and tore off his own clothes in one swift move.
Angel grabbed some lube and squeezed it over his hardness, but barely had time to recap the tube when Spike impaled himself in one swift move.
“Oh Gahh… so tight… so beautiful… hmmm… Spike!”
Spike sighed his own appreciation, stilled, then began to move. Angel let the younger vampire do as he had done since the dragon, riding his Sire and pleasuring them both. But this time, after a few minutes, he halted his Childe’s movement, and flipped their positions. Still embedded deep in his beautiful boy, the look of surprise and delight on Spike’s face reinforced the emotions coming through the link.
“Oh *Sire*! Please… please move… please!”
“Legs up a bit lad… that’s it.” The words, the now filled out form, and the long hair of his Sire were so reminiscent of Angelus and his own, wonderful, early fledge days, that the blonde almost whooped with glee, but instead gasped as Angel drove deep into the cool channel and hit Spike’s prostate dead on.
Angel used his weight as much as his strength to make passionate, hard love to his partner. He used his tongue to reinforce the action of his groin, tongue kissing his boy as he hit Spike’s prostate so many times that the younger vampire thought he would go quite mad with pleasure.
After many minutes, Angel pulled away a little, reached between them and fisted his partner’s weeping erection, then whispered into Spike’s ear before piercing the single lobe with a fang. “Come with me. Come with me, Will.” At the first sting of his Sire’s bite Spike came hard, followed instantly by the feeling of jet after jet of cool seed flushing into him.
Angel collapsed on top of his partner, utterly exhausted from the physical effort and completely sated. Without shifting the weight resting on the length of his body, Spike reached for the bed covers and threw them roughly over their combined form.
A sleepy Angel managed to whisper, “My beautiful boy… How could you doubt that I need you forever? My friend, my Childe, my everything.”
They slept, slightly sticky but uncaring, until a soft knock on the bedroom door roused them.
“Hey guys, F’Iaid’s here, I’m gonna go soon… umm.”
Both vampires woke to the knock, but it was Spike who answered. “Hey Red, give us a tick pet.”
Angel rolled off him and Spike rose to find a pair of his Sire’s sweat pants and quickly covered the remains of the night with his own black t-shirt. Angel simply rearranged the covers and sat up.
“K Red, we’re semi-decent.”
“I wanted to say goodbye before…. eeee!!” Willow was grabbed by her blonde friend and flung onto the bed where Angel hugged her soundly until Spike joined them. Eventually Willow’s plaintive breathy cry of, “Breathing… an issue for the human… guys?” led them to release her.
She sat up still grinning and both men kissed her soundly, then all three turned to a bemused demon doctor standing at the door. Willow stretched out her hand and F’Iaid moved to take it. Then the redhead turned her best ‘resolve face’ on Spike and Angel.
“Now you two have to listen to F’Iaid while I’m gone, ‘cause I made her promise to look after you and…” Spike was grinning and leaned forward to kiss Willow on the cheek.
“What?”
“Sounds like you’re coming back pretty soon, pet, just wanted to get a kiss in before your lady friend here has the rights.”
Both women looked slightly sheepish, but it was F’Iaid’s turn to speak “Don’t you get too cocky Master Spike, Willow has given me permission to keep you in line if I have to.” She grinned revealing her perfect set of ‘pearly whites’ and squeezed Willow’s hand.
Spike couldn’t resist… “So I take it Mistress Willow, you are leaving the riding crop and cuffs behind?”
F’Iaid looked confused and turned to Willow with a quizzical expression.
“Wha..??!! Oh!! Oh Spike! You are still evil… I just knew it!” Willow grinned and poked him affectionately in the side.
The two women made their exit soon after, leaving Spike to strip and snuggle into his partner’s side to sleep the day away.