Those to Come

[longerthanwedo]

Title: Those to Come
Author: longerthanwedo
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: R
Summary: Neither of them winning, with nothing left to lose. Nothing left but the fire.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, or the show. Lyrics from “Those to Come” by The Shins.
Author’s Note: A drabble describing twisted relationship I always thought Spike and Angel should have had during ATS season 5. A song-fic, if you will. Comments would be amazing.

 

 

They are cold, still,

Cold lips on cold skin; neither warm, both burning.

waiting in the ether to form, feel…

Ironic, how their feelings always stood in the way. Always a burden, feeling was, and now it’s all they can do. Feeling with passion, not logic, not love.

…kill, propagate only to die, dissolve.

They move fast, rough, because there’s nothing to risk. Nothing, no ties, no bonds between them. Anything worth losing is long gone.

Magically, absolutely, they’ll end, leave,

Skin, skin, only that and their breath in dark air. Only the two of them, moving till they’re gone, till they’re exhausted, till the reality comes rushing back into their lungs and one of them runs.

dissipate coldly,

They collapse, one on top of the other, pale limbs entwined and cold, exposed, with no sun to warm them and no blankets to hide them. No more passion to disguise their disgust. Disgust with one another, with the way they keep letting this happen. Limbs separate, and one of them runs.

and strangely return.

Cold lips, another cold night, and they’re back, they’re always back. Because they burn with this, with this twisted passion. They’ll burn till they’re both dust, still believing the fire is what keeps them going, even though they know the fire will tear them apart.

They are cold, still.

They’ll burn like matches against each other, with lips that plan out their final battle after hundreds of years spent with swords clashing. Neither of them winning, with nothing left to lose. Nothing left but the fire.

Cold, still.