How to Treat Your Lover

Sunnydale

Spike felt a tearing pressure on his insides. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The mating bond tried to pull him towards Angel or Angel toward him. It was gut-wrenching. After his Sire had left Giles’ apartment, he followed suit and left the Scooby gang to do whatever it was they did when they didn’t need him. Now, he was lying on his bed in his crypt, trying to fight the urge to seek out the demon that had his stomach tied in knots.

Angel didn’t just complete the Sire claim; he had instigated a mating claim on his favored child in his desire to be connected to Spike. His elder probably didn’t realize how passionate he was in completing the act when he triggered the mating claim. Now, Spike felt like a part of him was missing, yet he had too much pride to go chasing after whatever it was. He wasn’t William the fledgling anymore. He refused to follow Angel around like a puppy begging for scraps. He tried that once, long ago, with emotionally disastrous results. He wouldn’t repeat that mistake again.

The pressure in Spike’s body was becoming almost more than he could bear. Finally, he gave in and opened the claim. Spike was surprised to find that he could easily slip inside Angel’s mind. The other vampire must really be distracted. Concentrating with a minimum of effort as to not rouse Angel’s senses, he found a spattering of images. No wonder he was feeling the claim tug at him, his Sire’s mind was a flurry of emotional memories. He was jerked out of Angel’s mind and nearly jumped a foot off the bed when his duster started ringing.

Spike sat up and reached for his coat that was draped over the end of the bed. Feeling around in the pockets he located the cell phone. Flipping the receiver open, he answered, “’ello.”

“Spike?” Angel’s voice came over the phone. He sounded tired.

“Who else would it be, Peaches? You gave me this phone. Remember?” Spike said.

“Yeah, I know. I just didn’t expect you to answer so soon,” Angel replied.

“What’s up, mate?” Spike asked.

“Up? Why does anything have to be up?” Angel hedged.

“Angel, you called me, ergo I figured something was going on,” Spike pointedly out irritably.

“Doyle’s dead,” Angel said flatly. No preliminaries. No easing into the subject. Just a cold hard fact laid out on the proverbial table with barely suppressed emotions.

“Doyle? Who’s Doyle?” Spike asked. If he knew, he must have forgotten. He didn’t know a Doyle.

“Doyle. Doyle. The friend that had the visions that direct me,” Angel explained.

“Oh. He’s the one that sent you here to help Buffy and all? Have I met him?” Spike asked. He only understood a portion of what Angel said.

“Yeah, you met him when you were here for the ring. He was the guy with Cordelia. I believe she said you called him a ‘mick’,” Angel said.

“Oh! I remember. So how’d he go?” Spike asked when the memory of meeting Doyle in Angel’s apartment came to mind. Come to think of it, he didn’t smell completely human.

“What do you mean ‘how’d he go’?” Confusion colored Angel’s voice.

“Angel? What’s wrong with you? I asked how he died,” Spike said as his brow furrowed. Either Angel was really distraught over this or he had just entered Drusilla’s mad world. He had never known Angel to not be able to follow a conversation before.

“Oh, sorry,” Angel mumbled. “He died helping me save a group of Lister demons.”

“I’m sorry mate,” Spike tried to sound sincere as possible. A person really couldn’t be all that sincere when they didn’t know the bloke who died. At least he couldn’t. He wasn’t that considerate. He was an evil, soulless vampire after all. “So, what are you going do about the future-telling visions without your friend around?”

“I don’t know. Hadn’t really thought that far ahead, Spike. I’ll look into it later. It’s just too raw right now,” Angel replied.

I know. You opened the link between us and kept nudging me to do the same, peaches, Spike thought. The next question that came out of his mouth he, later, blamed on the Sire-mate claim. There was no way that the next question out of his mouth came willingly, not where his Sire was concerned. “D’you want to talk about it?”

If Angel was surprised at the offer, he didn’t allude to it, which meant, he either intentionally ignored it or he was too depressed to notice. Either way he replied with an affirmative and spent the next few hours talking about random subjects. Fuck. This Sire-mate claim was going to be a bitch. As if he didn’t have enough to worry about. There was the Sire-claim that put a kink in his way of things. Then he had to baby sit the Slayer. Now Spike had to focus on ignoring the mate-claim. Oi! My life is just getting better and better, Spike thought sarcastically while he spent the night listening with half an ear to his Sire’s woes. A thought came to Spike, though he didn’t know why he would try to comfort his elder. It must be another side effect of the claiming. While Angel’s voice droned on in his ear, Spike let his mind drift to the past, hoping that the link between them would draw his Sire back as well and try to calm him.

London, 1883

The sun was trying to break through the heavy drapery but only succeeded in filling the room with slivers of light peeking through the cracks in the drawn curtains. On the bed lay two vampires. Angelus was sated and half asleep, his body relaxed, although his senses were tuned to the restless movement of his childe beside him. For some reason Spike either couldn’t keep his eyes shut or couldn’t find a comfortable position. His demon was growling for more nourishment. The evening’s meal made possible by a young girl and her lover had not been enough. Angelus had told him to take his feedings periodically through the night and not all at once, but it only left him hungry at the end of the night. The pangs in his abdomen were distracting enough to bring silent tears to his eyes and cause him to toss and turn. It had been five hours since they had returned home. It had been 3½ hours since they had retired to bed for the day and Spike still couldn’t get comfortable. He growled in frustration as he shifted to yet another position.

“What the hell is wrong with you, boy?” Angelus’ sleep-gruff voice rumbled beside Spike.

“Nothing,” Spike answered irritably.

“Did you feed enough tonight?” Angelus asked. He had tried to teach the boy how to be more conservative in his feeding habits. But like all things with Spike, he either gorged himself or starved himself. Angelus was leaning more toward starvation for tonight’s diagnosis.

“No!” Spike growled in the same petulant tone. Not only had he not fed properly, but now he was aroused and knew he’d never get to sleep until he found release.

“Come here, boy,” Angelus more or less ordered.

Spike rolled closer to Angelus until his Sire maneuvered the blonde to lie over his torso. When the boy didn’t respond immediately, he offered gruffly, “Go ahead and feed.”

At the blessing of his Sire, the demon in Spike took over as he instantly shifted and his fangs dropped. He nuzzled into the curve of Angelus’ neck. Breathing in the comforting scent of the other vampire, Spike’s roughened tongue slipped out to lick over a spot, tasting the skin. Angelus’ scent was home to him. The smell of whiskey and traces of scents that reminded him of Ireland surrounded him. Favoring a spot, Spike sank his fangs in and drank in long drawn out pulls of potent blood.

Angelus closed his eyes and savored the closeness. His fingertips ghosted along his childe’s spine as he felt the bond of the claim strengthen between them. By the laws of lore, Angelus knew he shouldn’t let Spike take as much blood as he has in the past. Lore and decorum stated that a Sire only gives his or her blood in turning and emergency cases such as their childe being near death. Spike wasn’t near death. But, until he found a rhythm with his feeding routine, Angelus, for one reason or another, refused to let him starve.

Spike purred contently in Angelus’ ear as the thick metallic liquid sweetened on his tongue before sliding smoothly down his throat. Another long swallow made it taste sweeter. Another. Harder pull. Blood splashed against his tongue, his teeth, and his cheeks. He let the fluid fill his mouth until his cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel gathering nuts before he swallowed several times, savoring the taste.

In the hazy euphoria of drinking from his Sire, Spike barely registered the feel of Angelus’ fingers stroking along the curve of his back. Spike didn’t notice when the fingers caressed his tail bone and slipped along the crack of his ass to tease the hole there. He hissed against Angelus’ skin and bucked his hips against the hardening cock under him when he felt a nail scratch over the tender flesh of clenched muscle.

Neither of them felt the need for a harsh climax such as what happened in the past years. Angelus was content to feel his boy at his throat and feel his childe rock his hips against him as he leisurely teased the entrance with his fingers. Spike was content to allow it. A warm feeling washed over him while he drank and rocked his hips between his Sire’s fingers and cock.

Angelus couldn’t tell whether it was a few minutes or a few hours later when he felt the first wave of dizziness hit from the siphoning of blood. He gripped the back of Spike’s hair and tugged gently but firmly until the blonde pulled free of his neck. Seeing his boy in a euphoric daze was beautiful. His eyes glazed over in passion, his boy trembling with tension, the sound of new blood coursing through his veins. Spike was intoxicating to behold. He thanked Drusilla’s lucky stars that he allowed her to keep this one.

Angelus rolled over pinning Spike under him and kissed the full pouting lips. He watched his boy’s reactions as he worked another finger inside. He slid his fingers in faster with each of his childe’s reactions. The way the lips parted on a moan in an oval were just begging to be nibbled on and the mouth explored with a tongue. The arch of the body under him and the grinding of the cock against him, the roll of Spike’s hips on his fingers was enthralling to watch. Angelus’ eyes darkened as his cock became harder at the sight of his boy working himself on his fingers.

Spike groaned and dug his fingers into the big shoulders above him and bucked between the delicious invasion of his Sire’s fingers and ground up against the cock that was continuing to harden beside his own.

Hearing Spike’s whimpering cries and watching the boy writhe on his fingers was close to causing a sensory overload for Angelus. The bulge in his trousers was threatening to break free. He jerked the fastenings on his pants open and his hardened cock thumped against Spike’s pelvis. Angelus sat up on his knees and watched the younger vampire moan and writhe just from his fingers teasing inside his body. He wrapped his hand around the blonde’s shaft and stroked the length in time with his fingers thrusting into the tight passage.

It was a bit surreal watching his fingers move over and inside the body under him. Angelus’ eyes slowly raked up the stomach and torso to see Spike’s face contorted in pleasure. God, the sight was gorgeous. His childe’s head was thrown back into the feather pillow, his back arched as he tried to achieve release by pumping his dick into Angelus’ fist.

The older vampire set the tempo, dragging out the younger vampire’s pleasure. He slowly pulled up on the cock and pushed back down, squeezing the appendage in his grip. When droplets of pre-cum had surfaced on the tip, Spike’s head shot up off the pillow to stare down his body to see what the hell his Sire was doing to torture him. This was unreal. He’d never felt this type of pleasure that lasted before. It was as if Angelus had kept him steadily on the brink of achieving bliss, but not painfully so. He could stay in this state forever.

“Please, Sire!” Spike cried out as he bucked his hips slowly into the hand that gripped his cock.

“Please what?” Angelus asked while still keeping a steady tempo. He squeezed a few more droplets out and watched the clear liquid trickle from the bulbous head and slide down over his hand.

Keep me here, take me, fuck me, anything just don’t let this end, Spike thought.

“What do you want, Spike?” Angelus crooned.

“More,” Spike grated out.

“More of this?” Angelus squeezed the shaft harder until Spike groaned. “Or this?” he removed his fingers and pressed just the tip of his cock inside the puckered entrance.

“Fuck me. God. Angelus!” Spike growled and bucked up into his Sire’s hand hard.

Angelus’ lips quirked up. “I see you’re learning where your loyalties lay, my boy.”

Angelus leaned down and bit a nipple at the moment he plunged his cock deep inside the tight body under him. He licked the pain away from the hard nub until Spike was whimpering and bucking against him. He matched his thrusts with Spike’s movements and whispered in his childe’s ear as he pounded harder, faster, deeper inside.

“Gonna fuck you hard, boy. You won’t be able to walk for days. Make you cum so hard you’ll pass out. Have cum and blood leaking out of your ass every time you move. Make you bleed, little one. You look so pretty when you bleed for me.” When Spike cried out louder, Angelus continued to pour it on as he shook the wooden frame of the bed with his movements. “Tie you up to the bed and leave you here until I wanna fuck this tight ass of yours again. I won’t even let Dru come near you. I’m a jealous demon Spike. You’re mine. Your body, your cock, your ass, your responses, all mine until the day you become dust.”

Spike growled at that. He had lost all his senses except hearing his Sire’s husky whisper in his ear and feeling the almost brutal thrusts that slammed into his body. This was more intense than anything he had ever felt. All of it brought on by Angelus. The dark vampire’s words and actions had turned him on so much he was trembling with need. He really did belong to the older vampire now. He could feel it in his bones. His blood, the same that had been taken from this being, was screaming for his Sire. That Sire was no longer Drusilla. He loved her dearly. But, he belonged to Angelus just as she did.

With that knowledge, Spike pleaded in a shaky voice, “Fuck. Angelus, fuck me! More! Harder! Don’t stop, never stop! I’m yours! Yours! I admit it just please don’t stop!”

Angelus ran his free hand through Spike’s hair and whispered, “Shh. I won’t stop, not until you’ve completely given yourself over. You have to cum, Spike. Gotta cum, boy.”

Spike roared through his orgasm at Angelus’ prodding, his whole body shaking with the intensity.

“Do you remember, Angel?” Spike asked quietly.

Angel had become quiet some time ago. He had long since stopped rambling about destiny and redemption. Spike had been hearing the sound of small growls and labored breathing. Vampires in general didn’t need to breathe, it was just an ingrained action left over from being human that was never forgotten. However, Angel rarely breathed unless he was worked up . . . like now.

“I remember,” Angel’s voice was just as quiet with a husky quality to it.

“We’re not friends and probably never will be. We’ve tried every kind of relationship Angel and look how they’ve all turned out: one disaster after another. So what are you expecting this time around?” Spike asked.

“A connection,” Angel answered.

“You have that connection. You’re my Sire. Nothing can change that. Try again because that’s not a good enough reason, mate. What do you want out of this?” Spike was getting agitated. It was bad enough having to soothe the broody one, now it was like pulling teeth to get a straight answer out of the ponce. He just wanted to come clean on what his Sire expected of him since he had failed all the other times they had tried a relationship.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” Angel said. He needed his boy with him.

“Alone? You’re building your own version of the Scooby gang around you, and you even have an evil law firm to fight on a regular basis. You aren’t alone down there,” Spike pointed out.

Angel sighed. “None of them know what it’s like to be what we are. Cordelia thinks it’s a novelty, Doyle accepted it but then he’s – was – half demon himself. He’s gone now.”

“What we are? If you mean as vampires, yeah, I agree. But you’re the only one of us with a guilt-ridden soul here. I don’t know what it’s like to have a soul drenched in blood,” Spike said.

“Then why do you act more human than you do as a demon?” Angel inquired.

“I do not! Take that back!” Spike said incredulously.

“Spike, you are the most emotional demon I’ve ever met. You never completely lost your humanity. It’s still there, you just spent all your time trying to hide it to adopt the persona of a Big Bad vampire,” Angel said.

“That’s because I am the Big Bad, you git! I was killing and maiming my way across the world while you were being riddled with guilt,” Spike gritted out.

“Then tell me what happens to you every time Dru leaves you? Demons aren’t supposed to feel emotion at all, Spike. Yet you cry when Dru leaves you, repeatedly. That’s the humanity in you,” Angel said.

“What about you, git? You have emotions too. Even as Angelus you had them. Was that an obsession with a slayer a couple of years ago? Stalking her instead of outright killing her? You weren’t supposed to feel anything, remember?” Spike taunted.

“I know. Maybe that’s why our bloodline is so dysfunctional. We have emotions we aren’t supposed to have,” Angel conceded. A moment of silence passed between them before he said, “Can you not see why we needed this, Spike? I know I can talk to you and you understand what it’s like. Cordy has no clue about the urges my soul suppresses. If she did find out she’d probably stake me.”

“I’d give the cheerleader more credit than that. Look at the way she was when I was there. She seems down to earth and practical to me,” Spike reasoned.

“Yeah, she’d probably ask if I’d lost my soul first before shoving the stake home,” Angel said.

Spike chuckled at that. “Most likely.”

“Spike, thanks for . . . this,” Angel said quietly and then projected through the claim, Are you my boy again?

“Sure Angel,” Spike said and then projected his reply through the claim, Never stopped.

“I’ll talk to you soon, Spike,” Angel said.