Angel hid in the shadows just watching with unspoken pride. He couldn’t remember the last time he just admired his boy. The moonlight shining down on him as if he were a fallen angel. Gods below, he was a sight to behold.
Spike was on his way back to his crypt, licking the corner of his mouth. He sported a busted lip, which Angel assumed had been from a recent fight. His body shuddered at the thought of swiping his own tongue along Spike’s lip. He had been away from his childe far too long. He missed him, missed his smart ass remarks even.
Angel swallowed as Spike stopped mid-step and peered over his shoulder.
“I know you’re there, Peaches.” The blonde’s lips curled into a smirk. “Can feel you, you know.”
Angel slowly stepped out of the shadows, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets.
Spike twisted around, facing him. “Been wonderin’ when you were gunna come ‘round.”
Angel said nothing as they approached one another. Their eyes locked, both darkened with desire. A hunger that no one but the two of them together could satisfy.
Lips touched, passionately, trying to take hold of what was. What they longed for.
He knew that Spike would push him away after tonight. Knew that it’d be a good while before they could see each other again without throwing fists and fangs. To just give into their cravings.
Tonight though… tonight he would savor the taste of his childe. Memorize the way he growled with need and the way they took each other under the moonlight.