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nevernever ([info]nevernever) wrote,
@ 2007-08-01 21:28:00

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Entry tags:my fic

Fic: All He Could Do (BtVS/AtS)
Title: All He Could Do
Author:Nevernever
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Post NFA
Pairing: Connor/Angel/Spike
Warnings: See pairing. Dirty wrong incest.
Disclaimer: not mine
Summary: Angst.
AN: Written for Kita who was having a bad day.


Angel watched Spike kiss Connor, long and slow and soft. He watched Spike back Connor towards the couch, unbuttoning the boy’s shirt, sliding his pale hands across the slightly less pale chest. Angel felt himself harden as his son whimpered.

Soon Connor was naked and Spike was kneeling before him, licking and sucking while the boy thrust and moaned. Angel took a moment to disrobe before pulling walking over and tapping Spike on the shoulder. Spike nodded and stepped away and Angel knelt in his place.

He paused to look into his sons face, flushed and desperate, ashamed and aroused. Angel laid a soft kiss on Connor’s thigh before taking his son into his mouth. Angel felt Spike behind him as he swallowed around Connor’s cock and he knew what was coming next.


This was how they’d spent their nights since soon after the last battle. The Circle had been defeated, the Senior Partners were in retreat, but the city was in ruins and Angel didn’t know how to rebuild. He was supposed to have died and he didn’t have a clue what to do now that he hadn’t.

He couldn’t fix the wreckage of Los Angeles, could barely battle the demons flooding in to fill the power vacuum. He couldn’t make life good for his son who’d lost his parents as the destruction spread. He couldn’t give Spike a purpose, couldn’t convince him that they were lucky to have survived, given that Angel felt anything but.


All he could do, all he could give, all that he had, was this. He pulled away from Connor’s cock and rolled the boy over. He lay kisses on his son’s back while his fingers twisted inside Connor’s body. He thrust into his son as his childe thrust into him and he reveled in their dual moans of pleasure. This he could do. He could fill Connor up, make him cry out with pleasure. He could let Spike fuck away years of wrongs, let him hurt Angel, dominate Angel so he could feel like the powerful one for just a moment.

He would do what they needed, would give what he could. And after they’d all come he could lead them both to bed and hold them while they slept.


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