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Nor Any Scrap of Tenderness, PG-13

The wheelchair was awkward, too loud, and it seemed wrong to approach the bed in that symbol of shame and weakness. So, each time the hunger became too much to bear, Spike wheeled himself to the door and then began the long slow crawl across the floor to Angelus' feet.

He became adept at using the heavy bedposts to lift himself so that he could slip beneath the silken sheets and suckle his 'sire' to a silent orgasm. It was the closest he ever got these days to tasting Aurelius blood.

In the dark of night he was left alone.