[Angel & Buffy series] Family, Spike/Angel, poetryporn


Title: Family
Characters: Spike/Angel
Notes: Originally posted 29th November, 2004

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Family

Spike’s bitter tongue, piercing words
keeps Angel afloat
makes him angry
breaks his habits
and won’t let him be alone.

Angel’s acid
pouring over Spike
tearing into memories,
making him bleed today
over what was bled and broken then.
But he takes it,
and gives back.

Barb for barb,
but still Angel sees eyes,
bluer by hurt he wants to take back,
wants to inflict again.

Colliding emotions have always been them.

But silently Angel is grateful,
for not being left alone
for being pushed.
Doesn’t let him drown
in guilt there’s always too much of.

Once Angel tries to speak remorse.

Swagger. ‘Poof’. Nasty smile.

Fists againts bones
quiets the words.
Brings fourth gamefaces.
Teeth tears less than words,
but makes the blood visible.

When he swallows it down,
family coating his tongue,
he hears the whimpers,
enjoys the signs of surrender.
Blame is on the demon.

But at night,
sleepless,
he wants those whimpers again.
Not the demon this time,
but the man
… which is worse?

He falls deep one night,
past his man
demon at the foregate.
Spike hasn’t a chance;
Sirestrong,
memories of old,
of the unmentioned… Angelus,
it all binds Spike into submission.

Surge of rage passes,
back to a shivering white body beneath him.
Blue eyes dark,
hatred? fear?

Remembering,
clouded in William’s screams,
enjoyed by the demon,
making the man cringe.
William never screamed in pleasure.
Only pain,
pain without glory,
and now it’s all he sees.
Caught inside.

Blossomed pain,
real - not of memories,
words.
Angel finally sees.

‘Poof’

Not hatred, not fear,
but need.
Hunger in those eyes,
hunger that asks to be sated.
By him.
All of him.
Not denying man nor demon.

‘Hurt me some more’

His mouth looses its questions
to a searching togue,
that swallows his guilt.
His shame.

A dark embrace,
seduced by a wicked tongue.
Clawing flesh
dripping with blood.
Wet tongue, slicking,
sliding, soaking him up.
Taking him in.
Feeds his want.
No denial.
Shame doesn’t live here anymore.

Only family.

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