|finvampire (finvampire) wrote in mmmmm_angel,|
@ 2007-08-27 13:33:00
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Fic: Pain is so close to pleasure - Part 6
Okey...next part...yayyyyy!!! I managed to get it done even though I have a lil’ flu :S *victory dance* :P
Previous parts here
Heading: Pain is so close to pleasure Part 6/?
Beta: Ash C.
Pairing: William (Spike)/Liam(Angel) Xander,Willow,Wesley,Anya,Buffy and Giles mentioned
Genre: Romance, angst, SLASH,human AU
Disclaimer: I do not own characters of Angel, Spike Xander,Willow,Wesley,Anya,Buffy or Giles Credit goes to Joss Whedon and Co. Story concept is fully mine.
Summary: William gets a “brother” Liam , when his mom decides to invite her new boyfriend to live with them ;) and what’s funny is that William is gay, but his mom doesn’t know that ...and William just found out it himself a while ago, and even worse Liam isn’t gay (or that’s what he says).....
A/N: Just had this idea in my head for a long time..so..had to try and put it on “Paper” ;)
Warnings: angst, SLASH, M/M sex, strong language, involuntary sex,violence
Feedback: pretty please *flutters eyelashes*
Spike found Angel in their bathroom, which was attached to the room. He was sitting on the floor in the darkest corner; hands wrapped around his knees, rocking his body back and forth. The lighting in the room was poor, but Spike could see the tears glistening in the brunet’s eyes, running down his cheeks – followed with a smothered sob. Angel didn’t notice Spike entering the room; he just kept chanting the same thing over and over again.
“Angel...luv...” Spike tried to reach him, speaking in a low, soft voice and approaching cautiously.
Angel didn’t respond – he just kept chanting, apparently unaware of Spike and the rest of the world. It was only then that Spike noticed the large bruises on Angel’s back and across his hips where his sweatpants hung low. It seemed like he had been beaten and tied up by his ankles and wrists. Spike felt the anger rising up again, burning inside him like a volcano ready to erupt. ‘I’ll bloody well kill him! Fuckin’ sick pervert!’ he cried out in his mind, kneeling in front of Angel and hugging him tight, whispering soothing words into his ear.
Shhh baby...I will take care of you...you hear me? If he touches you one more time...” Spike was crying now; thinking how someone could do this to his own flesh and blood – break him in such a way that there would never be a chance to a full recovery. Angel’s “father” had messed him up for good – his own father; who should have been the one to take care of him and protect him.
“Spike....I....help me!” Angel cried, pressing his face against Spike’s chest and hugging him impossibly tighter.
“I will...I’ve got you now pet....don’t be afraid,” Spike assured Angel, kissing his forehead and leading him to the bedroom. He undressed himself first, leaving the boxers and t-shirt on and then he turned to Angel and touched his cheek gently.
“Okay pet....would you like to sleep with me? Or would you prefer your own bed?”
“I.....ummm....with you...” Angel whispered quietly, staring at his feet. He looked embarrassed and confused by all the concern – and love? – which was noticeable in Spike’s voice. He had thought that Spike hated him, but he wasn’t so sure anymore.
Spike could understand Angel’s discomfort – in the school, he was this untouchable hero: a manly man with girls worshiping him and guys wanting to be him. But at home he was a frightened child -abused by his father and not able to defend himself. It must have been a nightmare. Anyhow, Angel would be safe from now on – if it was up to Spike. He decided to stay with Angel at all times when he was at home; that way Gerard wouldn’t have a chance to attack him.
Finally they settled into bed – Angel on his side, crouched into a foetal position, and Spike tight against Angel’s back, hugging him and whispering soft words until he finally fell asleep.
Spike didn’t sleep all that well – he kept thinking about Angel all night long; wondering why he hadn’t noticed the bruises earlier, as they seemed to be at the healing state already and under them he had gotten a glimpse of already healed, older marks. His heart was bleeding when he thought of all the suffering and pain Angel had gone through, still being able to look and act normal in school, though inside he had to be breaking down.
They woke up to the cheery holler coming from the kitchen. “William! Liam! Breakfast is ready...you have school today...get up!” It was Anya, who had made pancakes for breakfast and was singing a happy tune while fussing around in the kitchen.
“Right...coming Mum!” Spike howled back, shaking Angel awake.
“What....what time is it?” Angel mumbled, drawing the covers over his head and refusing to get up.
“It’s 6:30am...you gotta get up pet...we have school today...remember?” Spike said, pulling the covers off and throwing them to the floor.
“Fuck....leave me alone! I’m not getting up” Angel snapped, glaring at Spike under his eyelashes.
“Yes you are! And stop being an idiot!” Spike snarled back, his face only inches from Angel’s – their lips were almost touching.
“Well...it’s not up to you is it? And....” Angel started but couldn’t finish because suddenly he had his mouth full of exploring tongue; tasting like cigarettes and honey.
Angel was startled at first, but recovered quickly. Shoving Spike off him, he stood up from the bed and, without a word, strolled into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
‘Fuck....good work Spike...now he’s really going to trust you...you stupid git’ he thought, mindslapping himself. He got up, walking slowly towards the bathroom door and pausing just behind it.
“Look....Angel...pet....I’m sorry...okay? I shouldn’t have done that,” he said with a sad voice. He really was sorry: he knew that Angel was in a delicate state of mind and even the smallest thing could send him over the edge.
“Well...then why did you?” Angel asked quietly through the door, sounding confused and hurt.
“I....ah....I just....I really like you....and...it just happened ok? And I’m sorry...really am,” Spike sounded desperate – he loved Angel and didn’t want to hurt him. He’d definitely been hurt enough.
“But...you like me? You mean....like a brother? ‘Cos I don’t think brothers kiss each other like that...not even when they are close.” Angel sounded confused, but also a little amused.
“Ummm...well....not like a brother...definitely not like a brother...” Spike blurted before he could stop himself .
“Oh...then...are you gay Spike?” Angel stammered – he was peeking through the keyhole and saw Spike’s expression when he answered.
“Yes...I am...and...I love you Angel,” he said, sounding frustrated, sad and annoyed at the same time.
After that, everything went akwardly quiet. Angel didn’t come out of the bathroom and Spike had to go to breakfast alone. He told Anya that Angel was sick and left for school by himself. He couldn’t think about anything other than Angel all the way to the school. Spike was worried sick – maybe he had made things even more difficult for Angel. ‘Bloody ’ell....why can’t I keep my tongue to myself...dammit!’ he thought, dragging himself to his drama class just seconds before it started.