Rome, 1894
Angelus and Spike stumbled drunkenly into their hotel suite after a night spent carousing and supping on Italian aristocratic blood. The rich blood had left them deliriously happy. It was an odd occurrence that they burst through their chamber door giggling like schoolboys who had gotten away with a prank on the schoolmarm.
“Ah, William . . .” Angelus started to say.
“It’s Spike now, mate,” Spike corrected.
“Yes, right. SPIKE!” Angelus said aloud. He turned a drunken curious gaze on his childe. “Why didn’t you keep ‘William the Bloody’ again?”
“You said it didn’t strike the right amount of fear in people, Sire,” Spike reminded him.
Angelus shifted so fast that he wobbled and had he not been leaning on Spike, he would have fallen down. “I don’t know . . . ‘William the Bloody’ seems fearsome to me.”
Spike shook his head, wondering when Angelus would come to a conclusion on which name he should go by. “I’m rather fond of ‘Spike’, Sire.”
“Then ‘Spike’ you shall be, my boy. But, you’ll always my little Willy,” Angelus said. Then he laughed at his own pun.
“Yes, Sire,” The concurrence came out of his mouth before Spike realized what he was agreeing to. “Um, Sire? I thought you were well-endowed in that area?”
“Well, now, I’ve no’ heard any complaints from anyone so far,” Angelus said.
Between the affluent blood warming his body and hearing his Sire’s words, Spike’s mind took a southerly decline straight to his cock. He looked down at his crotch and then snuck a quick glance at Angelus’ crotch and noticed a bulge similar to his own.
“See anything you like, my boy?” Angelus’ baritone voice broke through Spike’s lust-dazed thoughts. If vampires could blush, he would have been beet-red at having been caught staring at his Sire’s tented trousers. “Yeah, uh, no, I mean . . . bloody hell!”
While Spike stammered for an answer, Angelus grabbed the back of his head, pulled him closer and smashed his lips
against the younger vampire’s mouth. He was hot and horny from the blood he had consumed and from the look, or feel of it, so was his childe. Spike stiffened in surprise at the suddenness of the action. He moaned softly as the elder vampire ran his tongue over his lips teasingly before slipping inside.
As he kissed Spike, Angelus moved them toward the bedroom. He ended the journey when Spike’s back met the wall beside the opulent bed. He ground his cloth-covered hardness against that of his boy while he set about removing his childe’s clothes. As he peeled away each layer, he kissed, licked and bit his boy’s sensitive flesh.
Spike hissed when Angelus bit his nipple hard. He arched into the dark vampire’s touch at his Sire’s big hands moved down his ribs to grip his waist. Not wanting to be the only one nude after this foray, Spike set about the task of removing Angelus’ shirt even as he dug his fingers into the other vampire’s broad shoulders whenever he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Both vampires were popping the buttons on each other’s pants at the same time. There was a distant echo of material ripping apart in their haste to disrobe each other. Angelus had immediately wrapped his fingers around Spike’s cock and was steadily stroking the length which caused the younger vampire to whine and mewl in his rising passion.
Spike was nearly climbing the wall while he rocked his hips into his Sire’s fist. Angelus had a firm grip on him so that he couldn’t work himself into frenzy too quickly. He had taken to growling softly as he jerked his shaft in his Sire’s fist.
Guiding the blonde by his rampant cock, the dark vampire pulled him off the wall and steered him toward the bed. He pressed his childe back and then followed him. Angelus continued to stroke the length as Spike shifted his body more comfortably on the mattress.
Angelus let go of Spike’s cock and moved up to straddled his chest. He stared down at his childe’s lust-filled gaze as he rubbed the head of his dick against the boy’s lips. He watched as the pink tongue peeked out to lap at the crown. Angelus moaned at the sight of his boy’s teasing and leaned forward a little, pressing the tip between Spike’s lips.
“Go ahead. Take it,” Angelus urged softly.
Spike pulled the foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger and opened his mouth around the head enough to make a snug fit. He glanced up as his Sire and saw intense dark eyes stare back him. He was transfixed by those eyes. They were eyes that changed frequently, from hardening in anger to softening in understanding to darkening into chocolate silk with passionate need. The way they were now.
Angelus continued to stare at Spike as he pressed forward. He was caught between the blue eyes that were darkened with the glaze of passion and watching his own cock slowly disappear into the cool recesses of the mouth wrapped around him. He gripped the headboard with one hand and cradled his childe’s head with the other as he thrust steadily into that mouth. All the while he stared into Spike’s eyes.
“Oh, yeah. I’ve taught you well, haven’t I? So good at this . . . Make it tighter . . . Suck your cheeks in . . . oh, fuck . . . that’s it. Harder . . . harder,” Angelus urged as his pace picked up and he bucked faster into Spike’s mouth.
Spike had followed his Sire’s instruction. He licked the shaft as it slid back and forth over his tongue. He reached around Angelus’ thighs to clutch at the dark vampire’s ass in an attempt to steady the bucking hips. He groaned around the shaft, causing the other vampire to growl at the vibrations it sent along the length.
Soon, Angelus was thrusting his cock down Spike’s throat, punctuating each plunge with a grunt or a growl. He smirked at the knowledge that Spike still had not relaxed the tight ring his lips made around his dick. He had taught his boy well. If no other lesson had sunk in, Angelus’ instruction on how best to please him sexually had. He roared the arrival of his climax even as he continued to pump his length into his childe’s mouth.
Angelus pulled away. His cock made a plopping noise as it left Spike’s mouth. He lay down over his childe and watched as the other vampire swallowed. He reached down and stroked Spike’s hardened shaft to an even more intense throbbing. Then, he plunged his length into his child’s anal passage.
Spike howled his rage at the dry invasion even as he welcomed it. He would have voiced his anger but Angelus’ mouth was suddenly covering his in a possessive kiss. He felt his legs being lifted and spread wider as his Sire thrust deeper into his body. He sucked hard on the tongue that mimicked the driving force of the other vampire’s hips. He clawed at Angelus’ back and shoulders until the older vampire grabbed his wrists and held them down.
A small feminine gasp caught their attention. Both vampires turned their heads to see a blonde girl in a maid’s uniform standing in the doorway. Even as they both watched her with yellow eyes, Angelus did not stop plunging into his childe’s body. Instead, Angelus beckoned the girl closer to the bed.
In a flash the girl was on the bed between them. She was taking Spike’s cock into her body. Angelus was behind her still pumping deep and possessively into his childe’s body as he continued to watch the younger vampire’s expression. He occasionally hit the bundle of nerves on every other stroke which caused Spike to hiss and buck up into the girl. Angelus held the girl’s small breasts in his hands, seeming to weigh them in his palms. Spike leaned up and took the offering. He suckled and nibbled on the girl’s nipples until she let out a throaty cry and arched back against Angelus. The action caused her hips to thrust down, taking Spike’s shaft deeper inside her body. With each thrust Angelus made into his childe’s ass, the motion caused the younger vampire to plunge up into the girl.
Spike leaned up, grabbed the girl around the hips and in silent agreement with his Sire, he bit into the girl’s throat at the same time Angelus sank his fangs into the other side of her neck. The girl screamed in agonized pleasure as they drank from her and Spike pumped his dead seed into her pliant body. When Angelus felt his childe’s ass clamp around him in release, he growled and let his own orgasm come with a final thrust into the younger vampire’s body.
As quickly as she appeared, the blonde girl was gone and Angelus’ fangs were latched into his boy’s throat as Spike drank from him. He allowed the transgression to go unchecked for a moment before he buried his hand in his childe’s hair and yanked him away from his throat.
Spike stared at Angelus’ in a sex-sluggish daze until his Sire kissed him hard and fervently. Every nerve ending felt alive wherever the elder vampire touched him. The passion was so consuming to the blonde vampire that he had to clutch at the other vampire’s shoulders.
Buffy was jolted awake by the very vivid dream of seeing Spike and Angelus going at each other like rabid animals. She had never seen anything like it before. Even her time with Angel hadn’t been that intense. It had shocked her to see them so . . . primal. Not to mention one minute she was there watching them and the next she was between them, taking Spike’s cock into her body while Angelus fucked Spike and controlled their tempo and thrusts. It was the hottest thing she had ever witnessed or ever been party to and it had all been a dream.
Spike’s eyes sprang open and darted around. It took a moment for his mind to clear before he recognized the interior of his own crypt. When his hand skimmed up along his torso to touch wet skin he froze. Looking down he saw that there was a pool of cum on his stomach and that his cock was still hard. What the hell was wrong with him? He was now having wet dreams about Angelus. He could still taste his Sire’s flesh on his tongue. Not to mention the vivid memory of sinking his fangs into his neck. His whole body was thrumming with need for Angel. Bloody hell, my life is really fucked up. I don’t need this complication right now. Soddin’ Sire-mate claim. What the hell was that ponce thinking when he completed that? Who was the girl? Fuck. He needed a release.
Angel slowly opened his eyes. He looked around and reached up to rub his neck. Why had he woken up? He closed his eyes and concentrated. Ah. Spike was awake. The blonde had pulled them both out of the dream. He could still feel the high emotion coming from his childe through the claim. Those emotions were playing havoc on his senses. He could still taste Spike’s complicated blood in his mouth. He could still feel his boy’s responses to his touch.
He had forgotten about the full impact of completing the claim had on both he and Spike. He was starting to crave his childe and knew that the other vampire was beginning to crave him. It was the effect of the mating claim that caused that sensation. It was trying to draw them closer together and he felt his boy trying to fight it.
It would be much harder for Spike to accept than himself. By the time he had completed the Sire-claim, he was already in agreement with Angelus. Spike, on the other hand, was engaged in an inner debate. William, the young man that Spike had once been had already accepted the connection and yielded and the demon inside of him had capitulated to its dominate Sire. Spike, the haughty, impetuous, wayward, abrasive vampire that he was, still fought the claim. He still denied himself the luxury of belonging after taking care of himself and Drusilla for a century.
Angel hoped Spike came to the decision to accept his fate as it was now. He didn’t think he could last another century while Spike was still deciding if the claim was in his best interest. Angel needed his boy in more ways than one. Although, in his current hardened state, it was a physical need. And who was the girl in the dream? She had looked oddly familiar although her image had slipped from his mind the second he had woken up. Fuck. He needed a release.
