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A Fractured Spangel Fairy Tale
Living on a Hellmouth brings Angel and Spike an unexpected bundle of joy.
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Warnings: pwp, mpg, totally pointless fluff
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from Angel
or its enties.
A FRACTURED SPANGEL FAIRY TALE
Once upon a time, in a faerie land far away, there were two vampires who lived peacefully on a Hellmouth. Angel was tall and thick and had dark hair and eyes; he was the oldest vampire and supposedly, the wisest. He took care of Spike, who was much younger and smaller than Angel, protecting the pale, blond vampire from all sorts of ghosties and beasties. They loved each other very much and life was good.
One day, as the sun rose in the east, Spike had a death grip on the headboard as Angel fucked him hard and fast. Spikes's fingernails dug ever deepening scars into the soft wood as he braced himself, arching his back to meet Angel as he drove into him, then pushing down and forward to slide his cock along the slick channel its pre-cum had made in the sheets.
Angel and Spike were very happy when they played this game, but poor Spike started to cry. Spike usually enjoyed a good wake up fuck, but the last few weeks were not as enjoyable as they used to be. Something was different... wrong... with him. Oh, he felt pretty much like himself. He was ornery, opinionated and a general pain in the ass to Angel, but he was different.
Spike's jeans were getting tighter with every passing day and he felt weird in the morning. Weepy, for one thing, especially while Angel reamed him good, which turned Angel on tremendously. Spike was sobbing and shaking now.
"Oohh fuck..." Spike moaned. "Gonna'..."
Angel reached around and grabbed Spike's cock, stroking it harshly as he started to spurt his seed up Spike's bowels.
"Fuck, Spike... so fuckin' good..." Angel panted and Spike spilled over his fist.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ * ~
Angel was sitting on the edge of a cold, metal stool next to Spike, holding his hand tenderly.
Spike dangled his legs over the examination table as they sat, waiting for the doctor to return. He hated the sterile, barren room with its instruments of torture spread out menacingly on a tray next to him, so he fixed his pretty blue eyes on a chart of a demon's reproductive organs pinned to a wall across from where he sat.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, the door opened with a swoosh and the resident doctor on duty made his way over to Angel and Spike.
"Mr. Aurelius?" The man in the white coat with a clipboard in his hand asked.
"Yes?" Both Angel and Spike answered in unison.
"Good... you're married?"
"We're mated." Angel smiled shyly and kissed Spike's hand softly.
"Well then, I have good news for you. Mr. Spike is definitely pregnant."
Spike broke out in huge sobs before he composed himself enough to punch Angel in the shoulder.
Hard.
"I told ya... bloody ponce! Din't believe me, did ya? A mum-to-be knows these things..." he sniffled.
"Wanker!"
"Ow!" Angel grabbed his shoulder as he jumped up but then put his arm lovingly around Spike's shoulders and gave him a gentle squeeze.
"C'mon, Spike... men don't get preg..."
Spike glared at Angel and shook his head in disgust as he pulled away.
"We're not men, Angel! We're demons! We live on a fuckin' Hellmouth... Wot do ya bleedin' expect? Normal?"
Spike folded into himself and started to gently rock. "Thought you'd be happy..."
Angel sighed heavily at his thoughtlessness and pulled Spike against him.
"I am happy Spike... William... just a little shocked is all."
"Yeah, me too."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ * ~
Daddy Angel and Daddy Spike stood on the porch of their little cottage with their mugs of blood in hand while they proudly watched little Will skip down the steps. Lunch box in hand, Will waited at the curb with Buffy, the little ogre girl next door, for the school bus that would take them to their first day of kindergarten.
Little Will had been born perfectly, with traits from both fathers. His coal black hair and piercing blue eyes made him the center of attention everywhere he went, and thank the goddesses, because of where they lived, the little vampire family was able to move about in the sunlight without fear of bursting into flame.
At the end of each busy day, Angel and Spike would tuck little Will into bed and one of his fathers would take turns reading him a bedtime story until he fell fast asleep. Then, they would kiss him a goodnight before they retired. Life was good on the Hellmouth.
Angel and Spike went to their room and peeled off their clothes before getting into bed. Angel pulled Spike's naked body against his own and snuggled against him in a loving embrace.
Sometimes, the two made love before they slept and sometimes, they didn't. Tonight was one of those times when just touching one another in slumber would be reward enough. Angel and Spike both sighed quietly as they drifted off to welcome sleep.
And they lived happily ever after...
The End.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no money from Angel
or its enties.
A FRACTURED SPANGEL FAIRY TALE
Once upon a time, in a faerie land far away, there were two vampires who lived peacefully on a Hellmouth. Angel was tall and thick and had dark hair and eyes; he was the oldest vampire and supposedly, the wisest. He took care of Spike, who was much younger and smaller than Angel, protecting the pale, blond vampire from all sorts of ghosties and beasties. They loved each other very much and life was good.
One day, as the sun rose in the east, Spike had a death grip on the headboard as Angel fucked him hard and fast. Spikes's fingernails dug ever deepening scars into the soft wood as he braced himself, arching his back to meet Angel as he drove into him, then pushing down and forward to slide his cock along the slick channel its pre-cum had made in the sheets.
Angel and Spike were very happy when they played this game, but poor Spike started to cry. Spike usually enjoyed a good wake up fuck, but the last few weeks were not as enjoyable as they used to be. Something was different... wrong... with him. Oh, he felt pretty much like himself. He was ornery, opinionated and a general pain in the ass to Angel, but he was different.
Spike's jeans were getting tighter with every passing day and he felt weird in the morning. Weepy, for one thing, especially while Angel reamed him good, which turned Angel on tremendously. Spike was sobbing and shaking now.
"Oohh fuck..." Spike moaned. "Gonna'..."
Angel reached around and grabbed Spike's cock, stroking it harshly as he started to spurt his seed up Spike's bowels.
"Fuck, Spike... so fuckin' good..." Angel panted and Spike spilled over his fist.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ * ~
Angel was sitting on the edge of a cold, metal stool next to Spike, holding his hand tenderly.
Spike dangled his legs over the examination table as they sat, waiting for the doctor to return. He hated the sterile, barren room with its instruments of torture spread out menacingly on a tray next to him, so he fixed his pretty blue eyes on a chart of a demon's reproductive organs pinned to a wall across from where he sat.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, the door opened with a swoosh and the resident doctor on duty made his way over to Angel and Spike.
"Mr. Aurelius?" The man in the white coat with a clipboard in his hand asked.
"Yes?" Both Angel and Spike answered in unison.
"Good... you're married?"
"We're mated." Angel smiled shyly and kissed Spike's hand softly.
"Well then, I have good news for you. Mr. Spike is definitely pregnant."
Spike broke out in huge sobs before he composed himself enough to punch Angel in the shoulder.
Hard.
"I told ya... bloody ponce! Din't believe me, did ya? A mum-to-be knows these things..." he sniffled.
"Wanker!"
"Ow!" Angel grabbed his shoulder as he jumped up but then put his arm lovingly around Spike's shoulders and gave him a gentle squeeze.
"C'mon, Spike... men don't get preg..."
Spike glared at Angel and shook his head in disgust as he pulled away.
"We're not men, Angel! We're demons! We live on a fuckin' Hellmouth... Wot do ya bleedin' expect? Normal?"
Spike folded into himself and started to gently rock. "Thought you'd be happy..."
Angel sighed heavily at his thoughtlessness and pulled Spike against him.
"I am happy Spike... William... just a little shocked is all."
"Yeah, me too."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ * ~
Daddy Angel and Daddy Spike stood on the porch of their little cottage with their mugs of blood in hand while they proudly watched little Will skip down the steps. Lunch box in hand, Will waited at the curb with Buffy, the little ogre girl next door, for the school bus that would take them to their first day of kindergarten.
Little Will had been born perfectly, with traits from both fathers. His coal black hair and piercing blue eyes made him the center of attention everywhere he went, and thank the goddesses, because of where they lived, the little vampire family was able to move about in the sunlight without fear of bursting into flame.
At the end of each busy day, Angel and Spike would tuck little Will into bed and one of his fathers would take turns reading him a bedtime story until he fell fast asleep. Then, they would kiss him a goodnight before they retired. Life was good on the Hellmouth.
Angel and Spike went to their room and peeled off their clothes before getting into bed. Angel pulled Spike's naked body against his own and snuggled against him in a loving embrace.
Sometimes, the two made love before they slept and sometimes, they didn't. Tonight was one of those times when just touching one another in slumber would be reward enough. Angel and Spike both sighed quietly as they drifted off to welcome sleep.
And they lived happily ever after...
The End.
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