Vortigern and Spike
Vortigern threw himself into his painting, red paint flying across the canvas, lips tight and brown eyes hard.
Spike finally tracked him down, the boy having used a lot of tricks to try and fool the vampire. He stood at the door to the garage, smelling the anger and fear that poured off his boy. What was wrong? He didn't understand...
"Dammit, Spike, don't just stand there. Either come in or f*ck off," Vortigern spat. Spike silently entered the garage and closed the door behind him.
"Love..."
"Don't. Just, don't. Don't distract me, I'm f*cking pissed at you right now," Vortigern snarled. Spike blinked. Vortigern never swore. Not like this. And now he'd done it twice in a row.
"What did I do?" Spike asked quietly.
"I know, alright?! I f*cking know I'll never be like her, like her in anyway!" Vortigern's hand shook and black paint crawled down over the crimson red. A woman screaming, dark hair floating and tangling together. "She *hurt* you for no good reason, she threatened you, and she gave your blood to her kid for lunch! Excuse me if that f*cking bothers me, JUST A F*CKING TAD!" Vortigern whirled and threw his paintbrush across the room.
"Vort, I..."
"I KNOW YOU'RE A VAMPIRE! I KNOW YOU LIKE BLOOD AND VIOLENCE!" Vortigern took the canvas down from the easel and was about to break it over his knee, but Spike took it from him before he could. "Just tell me...do you still love her?"
"You...you always do. Vort, she's my *Sire*."
"And so what am I then?" Vortigern asked as tears poured down his face. "What am I?"
"You're my love, my beautiful boy, my darling, my sunshine in a barren existence," Spike said, dropping kisses on Vortigern's face with each name. Vortigern shook under Spike's hands like a frightened animal, despair oozing off him.
"Can't you see that it bothered me?"
"And I loved you getting all defensive for me. Turned me on..." Spike nipped lightly at where he had Claimed Vortigern with a bite and possessiveness swept over him. He let his gameface out and lightly dragged his fangs over the twin scarmarks. "I love it when you growl so nastily..."
Vortigern shivered, desire overcoming the anger he still felt and the bitter tang of jealousy.
Spike and Vortigern went to their room and showed each other the depths of their love.
But later, when it was all over and Spike slept lightly beside the mortal, Vortigern let the tears come again.