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How to Treat Your
Lover
by Tami
Chapter 22
Chapter 22: Step 2 – Understanding (Part
5)
Sunnydale, Crawford Street Mansion
Angel parked his car in the adjoining garage and got his suitcase out of the back seat. He’d barely made it to Sunnydale before the sun came up and turned him into a nice fiery color. He’d have been here sooner, but Cordelia and Wesley had put up an argument until he had assured them that he was getting out of city for a vacation, and then Cordelia practically wheeled him out of the hotel with ‘bon voyage’.
He worried about them being alone in L.A., not because he had left the business in their care or the hotel. It was a hotel, wasn’t like anything was going to happen to it. Angel thought about that for a moment: Wolfram & Hart, huge bull’s-eye target hotel with defenseless people inside. On second thought . . . maybe . . . No, Gunn was there and Wesley and Cordelia could handle themselves. Right?
Angel rounded the car, went to the door and knocked on it. It wasn’t like he wanted to be completely unannounced. He hadn’t called Spike ahead of time because he was afraid his childe would hang up on him when he heard his voice. When no answer was forthcoming, he pounded on the door.
Spike wrenched it open and stood there in nothing but a towel. “Oh, it’s you. Couldn’t have opened the door yourself and come in? I was enjoying a nice shower.”
Angel stood there, mouth agape at the sight of his boy standing there with tiny, glistening beads of water covering his torso. Every pore in his skin vibrated with arousal at the sight. His lips were dry all of a sudden. His tongue darted out to lick them. Angel chewed on his bottom lip as he fought the sudden urge to lick the water off Spike’s body right then.
“About what happened in L.A.” he started to say.
Spike made a derisive sound in his throat and shut the door on him. The panel being slammed shut was like a bucket of cold water to his senses. Without the view of Spike in front of him, Angel was yanked out of his trance. He blinked at the closed door.
“Spike! Open the door!” Angel yelled. When nothing happened, he tried the handle and found the door unlocked. Walking in, he was so bent on finding Spike that he didn’t take in the redecoration that the other vampire had done. Instead, he followed the sound of the shower, dropping his suitcase on the bed along the way.
He stepped into the bathroom, shut the door and leaned back against it. “Spike, I’m sorry about what happened. I have no control over what I dream about. Only, it was a controlled dream. Wolfram & Hart and Darla found a way to break into my subconscious. I swear that damn law firm is out to make my life hell and I’ve been there before.” When Spike ignored him and proceeded to shower, Angel went on. “It nearly killed me when you left. I was so set on making her pay. I had my hands around her neck and . . . I let her go. She’s human now, Spike. Not that it will stop me where she’s concerned but --”
“Are you going to stand out there yammering or you going to join me,” Spike yelled over the spray. He knew he didn’t need to yell due to vampire hearing, but if Angel said one more thing about Darla, Spike was going to kill him.
“Uh, I don’t think that’s such a . . . I thought you and I were still . . . and that you were still . . .” Angel stammered as he stared at the shower door.
“Sure it is. We are and yes, I am,” Spike answered. “Now, are you going to shower or do you plan on sleeping with the road dust?”
Angel never took his eyes off the shower door, where the shadow of Spike moved. As he started to peel away his clothing, Angelus was already getting excited over the possibilities of the shower. When Angel opened his pants to take them off, his cock sprang free and Angelus literally shoved him toward the shower, causing him to fall against the wall next to it.
“What the hell are you doing out there? Are you getting in or what?” Spike asked. The shower door opened and he stuck his head out to see Angel standing next to the wall with his pants around his knees and his hard dick smacking his belly.
“Uh huh . . .” Spike said, assessing the scene. “Where’d that come from?”
“You,” Angel croaked. Damn you Angelus. What are you trying to do?
I’m trying to get laid again. Come on, naked childe in the shower. If you can manage this without fucking up we may get lucky, Angelus said.
“Fuck you,” Angel hissed softly, addressing Angelus.
“Well, even if you are great at that, don’t think you’ll get much action out there,” Spike said before going back to his shower.
Angel groaned. Between Angelus tormenting him and the blurry image of Spike’s body through the frosted glass of the shower door, he was in hell. Now, his erection was throbbing. He hadn’t seen Spike in a week; two seconds in his company and he was hard as rock.
Angel finished undressing and got in the shower. Trying not to look at Spike, he examined the stall. It was state of the art and judging from the price tag on his credit card bill, looked like it was worth every penny. Since, Spike was standing in front of him Angel didn’t notice when his childe hit a button to turn on the Jacuzzi.
Oh, God, yeah. That feels so good. We ought to get one of these for the hotel, Angelus’ groaned and the inner voice vibrated with the Jacuzzi jets.
And, where do you plan to get the money for that? Angel asked.
From Spike, he bought this with my money. Seems only fair he should buy his Sire one, Angelus reasoned.
Angel harrumphed at Angelus, causing Spike to look back at him with a raised brow. “Something you want to say?”
“Nice shower.” Angel’s tongue felt thick in his mouth.
God, Spike looked good wet. Yes, it had been seven days since the last time they were even in the same room together. But, between his leaving and Darla, it felt like a lifetime ago. Vampires didn’t measure time. To them, a day and a year and a century blended together. Yesterday may have been a decade ago for all Angel was concerned.
“I know. ’S why I got it,” Spike smirked.
Angel grabbed a loofah, turned Spike away from him and started scrubbing his back. Maybe his dick would go down if he didn’t look into his boy’s vivid blue eyes. He tried to concentrate on his task, when his eyes dilated at the sight of the curve in Spike’s back as he stretched like a cat under Angel’s ministrations.
“Spike, stop it,” Angel said in a guttural voice. Please stop. I’ll come if you don’t.
“Stop what?” Spike asked in a normal voice.
“Stop squirming! I can only take so much,” Angel growled softly. Don’t go batting your big blue eyes at me, brat. You know exactly what you’re doing.
“Then, quit washing my back!” Spike retorted.
In response, Angel whacked Spike on the ass with his open hand and received a moan. “Behave!”
Angel’s eyes started to roll back in his head when he saw the red blush on his childe’s ass from the smack. Damn, he really had to get his arousal under control. This was getting to be ridiculous. He’d been around Spike before, when the blonde irritated him to no end. He could be around him now and not mark him. Angel tried to think of all of Spike’s annoyances that pissed him off.
I’m not helping you with that either. You’ll have to think of something on your own, Angelus said.
Like you ever help anyway, Angel retorted.
I help! You’re here aren’t you? That was my doing. If I hadn’t intervened, you’d still be in your room back at the hotel, brooding, Angelus said indignantly.
“I think you’ve scrubbed my back enough.” Spike’s voice sounded distant.
“Huh?”
“You’re scrubbing the skin off my back!” Spike said louder.
Angel looked at the reddened skin under his hands. “Oh.”
The dark vampire ceased his ministrations and moved on to washing himself. He tried not to look at Spike, but his eyes betrayed him and he stole surreptitious glances at his childe. It looked like the white skin was stretched over hard muscle. Angel’s body responded to the sight and his cock became painfully hard.
“You gonna take care of that any time soon? It’s looking irritated,” Spike commented as arousal flared in his eyes. His body perked up in interest, but he ignored it. He was still angry at Angel over Darla. The very thought of her made Spike gnash his teeth.
Angel ignored Spike as he sidestepped him to rinse off. When he leaned his head back to rinse the soap out of his hair, Spike moved in and nipped at his neck. He let out a soft moan when the blonde vampire sucked on the skin over his collarbone and wrapped a hand around his throbbing dick, stroking him.
“Spike,” he growled softly. “I thought you were still mad at me?”
“Let’s see my Sire is in the shower with me and displaying an erection as hard as marble,” Spike said thoughtfully.
Angel shook the water out of his hair and backed Spike up against the far wall. He scratched his nails lightly over Spike’s nipples and felt a shiver down his spine at the gasp he received. Then, his mood turned almost feral when he scented his childe’s arousal.
“I could do anything to you right now,” Angel said darkly. “What would you let me do to you hmm? Better yet, what will you do for me?”
Angel sounded almost like Angelus and the deadly sound in his voice provoked Spike even more. Sliding his fingers into the dark hair, Spike brought his Sire closer and kissed him passionately. Angel had to brace his hand on the wall next to Spike to keep his balance as his boy tried to climb his body to get closer. He grabbed onto his childe’s waist and pulled him closer. The roaring sound in his ears magnified the water beating on his back and Spike’s moans.
Spike cursed his body for responding to Angel. The claims were working against him. After what his Sire did, he should not be responding this way. He had done everything short of tackling Angel to the floor and rubbing off on him. Instead, he pulled the elder vampire as close as he could get him and ground against him. His mind tried to tell his body to stop, that Angel had chose another over him again, but his body didn’t want to listen. As far as it was concerned, Spike was mated to Angel and it was acting accordingly.
Spike tried to gain a coherent thought and pried his mouth away from Angel only to have the other vampire latched onto his neck over the claim marks. “Angel! Stop, I can’t think.”
“Since when did you ever use your brain anyway? You’re reactionary, remember?” Angel said against his throat.
Spike closed his eyes and was on the verge of surrendering when he slipped into Angel’s mind. What he saw there made him stiffen against his Sire. The dark vampire tried to hold onto him, but Spike squirmed away.
“Angel, stop, you bloody bastard! I can’t believe you had the balls to do this!” Spike said angrily as he twisted away from his Sire.
“What did I do now?” Angel asked irritated.
Spike’s eyes widened at the audacity that his Sire was feigning innocence. “What . . .? What did you do?! You kissed Darla! You had your mouth on her lips and now you’re here . . . kissing me! I can’t believe you!”
Spike made an exaggerated attempt to wipe his mouth off and gargle the shower water as a way to clean out any taste that lingered from Darla. Angel stood there stunned as Spike pushed the door open, got out and slammed it shut again, causing the glass to rattle in the brass frame. It wasn’t like he started it. Spike nearly attacked him when the kissing began. Not to mention that he had tried to explain what happened before he got into the shower, but Spike didn’t want to hear it.
Angel turned the shower off, got out and dried off. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he went to the kitchen and poured a glass of blood. He drank it and rinsed the glass out. Now, that he was calmer he took the time to really look the mansion over. Walking through the place, he admired what Spike had done with it as he mentally checked off everything that appeared on his credit card statement. He was worried that Spike had bought some horrendous furniture with his money. By the look of things, there was a coordinated style of Modern-Victorian-Oriental that wasn’t overdone in any one place.
His boy had surprised him with the sense he put into decorating the mansion. It was warm and comfortable, yet posh. It seemed Spike remembered his human days when he decorated. A thought of young William brought a smile to Angel’s face. Then, he frowned as he thought of the angry childe William had become. Spike was somewhere in the mansion sulking now because he had seen his kiss with Darla.
Angel sighed and went into the living room and saw that not only had Spike redecorated the room in modern elegance, but he’d also replaced the French doors that Buffy and Faith had broken a few years ago.
Angel went to the doors and opened one. He admired the craftsmanship as the panel swung in. Spike had put a lot of careful thought into what he chose. He just thought his childe had used his credit card to piss him off. On one hand, he did just that. On the other, Spike was serious about living here and following through with their agreement.
Walking out into the atrium, the strong scent of jasmine hit Angel causing déjà vu. He remembered – as Angelus – being in this very room with Drusilla and provoking Spike’s temper while his boy was in the wheelchair. Angelus was so out of it back then. He was angry at having been caged for a century and taking his rage out on anyone, including his favored childer. Just because he had teased Drusilla that one day and played it up in front of Spike did not mean that she was safe from his wrath.
Angel sighed as the guilt from Angelus’ actions weighed heavily on him. He turned and retreated into the house again. He walked down the hallway covered with an oriental-style runner rug and went to his bedroom. The dark maroon duvet and black silk sheets he had when he lived here before were on the bed.
Another wave of déjà vu hit him as he remembered the bed. Buffy, her friends, even Spike, might like to think Angelus had sex in this bed. The truth was: he had sex with Drusilla in her room. The Angelus of old would have never slept alone. The insane version was the exact opposite. The most recent version preferred to sleep alone as another body in the bed with him would be a distraction from mulling over his plans for the Slayer. A demon had to have priorities.
Angel removed the towel and hung it over the back of a chair at a writing desk that was against the wall opposite the bed. He pulled back the covers, got into bed and lay there staring at the ceiling as he thought of what to do about his childe.
Across the hall, Spike was pacing the room like a caged animal. He cursed his body for its reaction to Angel. He cursed Wolfram and Hart for their latest scheme to drive his Sire over the edge. He cursed Darla for resurrecting from the dead and being a bloody thorn in his side from the first time they met. After he had done all that, he cursed Angel for being weak when it came to her charms. In the past, all Darla had to do was crook her finger and Angelus went running like a faithful puppy. He honestly thought Angel would be different. Spike scoffed at his wistful notions on that front.
He growled and threw himself on his new Casa Majorca poster bed. It may as well be brand new for the time he spent in it. He’d only been sleeping in it a week, since Angel called him to L.A. the second he got the new furnishings in. That was a joke. He had gone and spent three months in L.A. thinking his Sire needed him there only to find out he was a stand in for someone else.
Spike wanted to shred the sheets in frustration. Considering how much they cost along with the rest of the bedding, the furniture, and everything else in this mansion, he decided against it. Opting instead to roll over onto his stomach and sulk. Pretty soon all the energy he spent on being upset with Angel had him falling asleep.
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Spike moaned in his sleep as he felt hands and lips on him. He stretched and arched into the touch like a cat. It was strange to feel gentleness from such rough hands. Angelus was never gentle and Angel hadn’t been gentle in months during sex. Not that Spike would admit to wanting to be tender. He was William the Bloody for fuck’s sake. Gentle wasn’t in his vocabulary, or if it was, it was an often-ignored term.
Strong fingers ghosted over his skin; fingertips barely touching as they moved along his neck to tease along the collarbone. As if his seducer was too tempted, he felt lips suck over his collarbone as the fingers continued their journey over his chest to tease a nipple. Spike sucked in a breath and tried to see what his lover was doing, but he only saw darkness. His only answer was a soft growl that vibrated on his skin.
When he tried to touch his companion, his wrist was restrained against the bed with a strong hand. Spike laid his head back on the pillow and the veins in his neck rose up as he strained against the delicious torment. The fingers on his nipple moved down his quivering stomach to wrap around his aching erection. The feel of the hand squeezing him and the lips against his collarbone made him jerk as a tendril of pleasure went through him.
There was an evil chuckle in the room. “You always were responsive.”
“Angelus?”
His seducer ignored him. “I’d love to keep you on the edge, suspended in your pleasure just before you come. You may not beg, but your lips quiver so much you have to bite them, your body shudders just on the brink.” The words and voice were sending Spike that much closer to his orgasm. His lover pierced a fang through his nipple, causing Spike to cry out. “You’re so far gone that you’re whimpering, your body begging for release, even if you don’t.” Spike trembled when he felt the wet tip of his lover’s dick press against his perineum and rub against the tight ring just below.
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Angel was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to decide how best to fix his relationship with Spike. The very mention of Darla seemed to send Spike into one bout of anger after another. Angel didn’t know how to fix it. He was so bad at dealing with personal feelings. He never felt entirely comfortable exposing his own, let alone dealing with someone else’s.
His ears perked up when he heard moaning from across the hall. Was Spike in pain? Angel hadn’t heard anything since the botched shower when his childe ran away to sulk. He sighed again. On the one hand, he could see why Spike was upset over the dreams. On the other, he had no control over them. He didn’t even have full control over the sex that followed either. Angelus took over a little, as if he was trying to force the memory of Darla out by fucking Spike.
He’s primed and ready.
Ah! Would you stop doing that? Signal when you’re going to speak.
Yeah, yeah. Back to Spike. He’s in his room now – well, my old room – and he’s panting for it.
I can’t go in there when he’s mad at me.
For the love of God! It’s bad enough that you go around rescuing puppies and damsels without taking the blood. Are you going to take my only means of sex away too?
See? I knew you didn’t care about him. You only want the sex.
He’s my favored childe, of course I – uh, do we have to use such emotional terms as ‘caring’? Can’t we call it need? Want? Take? Have? He’s mine and, soul or no soul; you’re going to take him back!
He would kick me out of there so fast . . .
You are such a nancy boy. Has that soul of yours castrated you? Quit moping, get off your ass, go out there, kick that door open and put that brat in his place. If you need a reminder of where that should be, it’s over your lap. First for a good, hard spanking on his tight little ass, and then between your knees, sucking your dick, where he belongs.
Angel groaned at the thoughts that came to mind with that image. He used to love to watch Spike’s ass glow red after a spanking. It was even more of a turn-on when he was fucking William and spanking him while riding him into the bed.
As if Angelus heard his thoughts, the demon agreed, Aye, now you’re finally catching on.
I can’t just go into his room –
It was your room first. You’re still the Sire, if I have to remind you . . . Sire . . . remember that word? Now, go in there and remind that boy of who calls the shots in this relationship. Don’t worry, when you lose your place, I’ll tell you what to do and say when you forget.
Angel let out an exasperated sigh as he got up, put on a pair of sweatpants and went to Spike’s room. He stopped cold when he heard Spike groan and leaned against the doorjamb to watch the blonde writhing against the mattress trying to get off.
Spike groaned as he ground his engorged length against the sheets, rocking his hips slightly and displaying his ass to the open air. So intent on the images Angelus gave him, he didn’t even realize anyone was watching.
Angel pushed away from the door, closed it and sat down on the bed near Spike. He reached out and ran a hand down Spike’s back, caressing each bump in the other vampire’s spine, down to the dip at the small of his back. Then, he rubbed his fingers along the crease of his childe’s ass, teased the hole there, and felt the tight ring quiver under his touch.
Spike moaned drowsily as he tried to push back on the fingers, but they were evasive and only teased him cruelly. Angel let out a soft, dark chuckle as he watched Spike strain for attention. His lips quirked up in an Angelus-grin as he slowly teased the ring of muscle, pressing the tip of his finger in past the cuticle of his nail, but not quite the first knuckle and pressed against the nerve endings of the opening.
Angel pushed his finger in until the second knuckle stretched the hole. He heard Spike gasp when he twisted the finger around to search for his childe’s prostate. The blonde vampire thrust up to take him deeper and whimpered when his Sire’s fingernail scraped over the bundle of nerves. When Spike started to buck against the bed, Angel reached under him and gripped the base of his cock, inadvertently caressing his thumb over the perineum. Spike growled in frustration.
Angel removed his finger, but never let go of the shaft. He crawled onto the bed between Spike’s legs. If they were human, he wouldn’t even think of doing this. Luckily, they were demons. Technically, being the elder, he shouldn’t even consider doing this. Master Vampire’s just did not do these things for their childer, favored or not. It showed that the lesser demon had power over the elder. But, it was Spike, his mate. Angel wasn’t even thinking of the other vampire as his childe at the moment.
Angel positioned Spike where he wanted him, on his knees with his legs spread and growled, “Don’t move.”
Sliding down onto his stomach where he could easily reach the places he wanted, he licked along the perineum to the quivering opening and then blew a puff of air against the saliva, causing Spike to shudder. Angel moved down to run his tongue over the tip of his lover’s dick, making his childe yelp at the sensitivity as he collected the pre-cum on his tongue. Then, he went back up and slowly pushed his tongue inside the opening.
“Bloody hell,” Spike growled. “What are you doing, Angel?”
He whimpered again when his Sire withdrew his tongue to answer, “Just enjoy it. I may never do it again.”
Spike arched his back and turned his head to bite his upper arm to keep from voicing the shout that threatened to erupt when Angel worked his tongue back inside him. He didn’t know what caused this unexpected, but enjoyable, act to occur. He groaned and started to thrust back on the tongue that was searching for his pleasure point. Then, it hit him: Angel, his brooding Sire, with that sadistic fuck, Angelus inside him, was rimming him. That thought made his eyes roll up and his cock to leak even more, confined as it was in Angel’s hand.
“Angel,” Spike groaned, “What brought this on?”
The dark vampire’s only response was a slap to Spike’s ass for insubordination. He pulled back and heard Spike's cry of dismay. “Are you going to question me the whole time or enjoy what I’m doing? ’Cause I can take it away,” Angel said a soft, dark voice. Since he had removed his tongue, the fingers of his free hand were slowly teasing the nerves just inside the hole along the tight ring.
“Fuck,” Spike growled softly.
Arousal was buzzing along his skin. He felt Angel shift on the bed behind him and felt a mouth tugging on his earlobe. Then, he heard the deadly whisper from his dreams.
“I could keep you on the edge, suspended in pleasure. I could stop right now and leave your whole body trembling, aching for that release I’ll never let you have. I could leave you here, mad with passion, every part of you throbbing for attention and I’ll go back to my room and sleep.”
Angel sucked and nibbled on Spike’s ear, before he licked down his neck to mouth the claim marks. The blonde whimpered when Angel pulled his fingers free to hold Spike possessively against him. Then, he rocked his hips, rubbing his cock in the cleft of his boy’s ass.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare move,” Angel whispered before he got up and walked out, leaving Spike on his forearms and knees with his legs spread in a position that made his muscles ache.
A few minutes later when Angel came back, carrying a few items, he found Spike in the same position, resting his forehead on the pillow. Angel clicked his tongue and climbed onto the bed, dropping the items beside him. He ran his hand along the inside of Spike’s thighs from knee to groin and up to brush against the hole as he imagined what he was going to do
to his childe.
With a smirk, Angel grabbed two lengths of rope and tied Spike’s wrists to the posts of the headboard. The position caused the blonde’s upper back muscles to bunch up. Then, he settled back again and grabbed a paddle covered in soft leather. He hadn’t thought about that old steamer trunk in the back of the closet in years. Not since he came back from hell. It was a constant reminder of what sent him there.
Caressing Spike’s buttock with one hand, Angel smacked his childe’s ass with the paddle, causing the blonde to jump a little when it struck.
“Ow! Bloody hell – Angelus is driving ain’t he? The sadistic bastard,” Spike growled.
“Not entirely, no,” Angel replied nonchalantly and then whacked Spike again.
“Hey! I thought we already punished me for using your credit card?” Spike asked petulantly.
“Oh, we’re well past the credit card,” Angel replied as he caressed the reddened area.
“What are we working on then?” Spike asked as he squirmed from the stinging blows.
“Let’s see, telling me off in front of my crew.” There was another smack on the ass and Spike’s hissing breath. “Then, you left me without listening to my explanation of what was going on.” *Whack* “Then, you shut down the link between us so that you could sulk instead of listening to me.” *Whack* “And, shutting the door in my face when I got here.” *Whack* “Refusing to listen when I tried to explain the situation with Darla in the bathroom.” *Whack* “Then, that little distraction of kissing me until you saw the memory of Darla kissing me.” *Whack!* “Then, forcing us to sleep in separate bedrooms.” *Whack* “What’s it take to remind you that we’re mated, childe?” *Whack!*
“How about treating me like a soddin’ person for a change instead of just a convenient hole to fuck in private, while criticizing and belittling me in front of your precious humans!” Spike howled in frustrated outrage as hated tears coursed down his cheeks.
That made Angel pause. “When have I ever belittled you?”
“You do it all the time, ponce,” Spike growled.
“You’re calling me a ‘ponce’ and bitching that I belittle you. Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?”
“Like Sire, like childe. You raised me,” Spike said, his ass still throbbing from the spanking.
“Apparently, I failed somewhere along the line,” Angel mused.
Oh, for fuck’s sake, are we going to get any more touchy-feely here? I’m about to heave in my own mouth, Angelus groused.
Shut the hell up, Angel and Spike chorused.
Angelus ignored them and went on. The brat only antagonizes you because he wants you to take him in hand, you fucking pansy.
I what? Spike exclaimed.
Not to mention he's still probably a little pissed off at your disappearing act when you got all soulful. Can't say I blame him, I'm pretty pissed off about the last hundred years myself, Angelus was still ranting.
Fuck you, Angelus, you weren't any better. You were a right bastard when I was in that wheelchair, Spike shot back.
Angelus growled at that. Where's that paddle?
Angelus, I’ve had enough of your ideas for one night, Angel cut in. “And you,” he whacked Spike on the ass again. “Stop egging him on, it’s bad enough that I have to listen to him without the two of you bickering like a couple of siblings.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Spike said sarcastically.
“That’s right, baby boy, I am your Daddy,” Angel growled softly.
He moved to untie Spike’s hands from the headboard. But, before the blonde vampire could get away, Angel grabbed him and flipped him over his lap.
“What are you doing?” Spike asked indignantly.
“This has been a long time coming,” was Angel’s answer before he thwacked Spike on the ass with his open hand.
“I can’t believe you!” Spike said outraged.
“Angelus is right I should have taken you in hand years ago,” Angel continued as if Spike hadn’t spoken. There was another stinging thwack on the younger vampire’s ass.
Spike clenched his ass and twisted sharply, glaring over his shoulder at Angel. “So we’re back to blaming things on ‘Angelus’, are we? Well you’re forgetting one little thing, mate – Angelus never could keep me under his thumb; try though he might – ow! Stop that!”
“Yeah, well, Angelus was as wayward as you are. He wasn’t in a position to administer the proper punishment, now was he?” *Thwack* “Stop being such a baby! I’ve hit you harder than this before!” *Thwack!*
Spike clenched his teeth and tried to bite Angel’s knee. “Ha! Bit rich that – telling me to stop being a baby, seeing how you’re treating me like one! ’M not a soddin’ fledge!”
“All that sulking you did ever since I opened up and told everyone what was going on. Blaming me for dreams I have no control over. Then, you made it about you and your wounded feelings. Not thinking that maybe . . . just maybe I was the one being violated by that damnable law firm and Darla and you wonder why I treat you like this?”
Spike grasped Angel’s leg in both hands and sank his teeth into his kneecap. That ought to show him, big, overbearing ponce, always droning on and on, brooding, atoning and generally being a self-righteous bore. At least Angelus knew how to have a bit of fun.
Angel spanked his ass harder when he felt the bite. “You better retract those fucking teeth from Daddy’s leg before I cap them, you insolent little boy! Right” *thwack* “Now!” *Thwack!*
Spike yelped and actually retracted his fangs, surprised at the fierce tone as much as the hard slaps to his smarting ass. He kicked his lean legs and squirmed, trying to dodge the smacks, and realized with a little twinge of anxiety that Angel seemed to really be into this ‘Daddying’ thing. It seemed somehow natural. It was a definite change from the brooding at least, and the Darla obsession. But, being treated like a naughty schoolboy rankled. He was the Big Bad, Slayer of Slayers, for Hell’s sake!
“’M not a little boy!” Spike yelped petulantly, trying a new tactic, reaching back in an attempt to shield his ass from the stinging blows.
“No? I think different. You’ve run wild too long.” Angel felt Spike squirming against him and suppressed a groan. “Are you trying to get off on me? Who gave you permission to cum?” He massaged his hand against the hot flesh, rubbing his fingertips against the quivering hole. “Am I going to have to scour the trunk for your cock ring? I believe it’s still there.”
Spike gasped when Angel’s big hand stroked over the hot, sensitized skin of his ass, and he clenched reflexively. When Angel’s fingers slipped between his firm cheeks and brushed his pucker, Spike’s balls clenched and his cock hardened, even as he blushed hotly at the intrusion.
“Not trying to cum!” Spike panted. “’M trying to dodge your bloody uh! Great hammy hand!”
“Hmm? Here I thought you enjoyed feeling my big hands on you. The way my fingers stretched you open.” Angel pondered the idea as he demonstrated by pressing his fingers into his childe’s tight ass carefully. God, the joys of making vampires out of virgins, sprang to mind aided by Angelus’ recall of the memory of the first night he took Spike into his bed. “Fuck, Spike, if you only remembered how you were back then. You’d do anything for Angelus; you flourished under his hands then. Yet, you fight me at every turn.”
Spike panted and ground his crotch into Angel’s thigh, clenching the big vampire’s pant leg desperately. Those big hands had always driven him mad with desire, and it would be so easy to succumb . . . He panted, whining softly, “Do . . . enjoy . . . feeling ’em . . . when they’re not . . . uh! Bloody slapping m’ arse . . .”
“I wouldn’t have to slap your ass, if you weren’t such a bad little boy.” Angel pushed his finger deeper and barely toyed with the bundle of nerves. When he felt Spike rub off against him, he smacked his ass again. “See? This is what I mean. You have no control.”
Spike gasped and felt his cock harden again at Angel’s words, along with the long finger breaching his tight ring. He whined in needy frustration and yelped as another stinging slap cracked across his cheeks. “Ah! P-please!”
“What was that, baby?” Angel asked as he strained to hear Spike. He was surprised. He didn’t think he’d have Spike reduced to begging this soon. Hearing it made his cock harden and he moved his finger in and out of Spike’s ass leisurely, gliding his free hand along Spike’s strong, smooth back.
Spike swallowed harder, panting. The combination of his position over Angel’s knees, his Sire’s big hand stroking his sensitized flesh, thick skillful finger sliding in and out as Spike’s tight ass clenched involuntarily on it. He felt humiliated and yet somehow . . . comforted. He’d longed for this for decades, much as he denied it even to himself. To be loved. Owned. Controlled.
When Angel didn’t hear an answer, he slapped Spike’s ass so hard that even his hand stung. He had to bite his tongue to keep the hiss of pain from escaping. He felt a little guilt when Spike flinched at the action. “I’ll keep this up and leave you on the brink of an orgasm until you realize who you belong to, who you’re mated to. You may have strayed over the years, but I reclaimed you. You better remember full well who owns you, baby boy.”
Spike gasped at the stinging slap. The sound of the smack rang off the walls and ceiling. He distinctly thought he could feel Angelus’ smirk, as well as his Sire’s cock stiffen in his expensive trousers. He yelped, and gasped, panting out, “No! No p-please! Don’t stop!” The last words were barely a whisper.
Angelus was getting harder as he watched this through Angel’s eyes. It was about time his boy was taken into hand. Angel pulled his finger almost all the out and pressed another in beside it, stretching the hole wider and hearing Spike gasp. He slid his hand under Spike to tentatively caress his scrotum. “That’s nice, but not what I want to hear.” With that, Angel tightened his hand around the sacs.
Spike panted harder, whining softly in the back of his throat, swallowing hard as his ass was penetrated deeper. When Angel began to stroke his balls, he pushed back desperately on the invading fingers, thumping his forehead lightly against his Sire’s thigh and moaning softly. “P-please! Please, I’ll be g-good . . .” Spike’s whisper was harsh and he felt his face grow hot with humiliation as he tried desperately to resist saying the word he suspected Angel wanted to hear.
Angel pretended to think it over. Nope. Although, the begging was a nice touch, it wasn’t what he wanted. He tried another tactic. He stopped his motions, but didn’t let go. “The claims have been in place nearly a year now. I’ve told you what they mean to me. But, what do they mean to you?” Angel asked in a dark, emotionless tone that Spike couldn’t recognize.
Spike boggled. The great git wanted to talk about this now? He whined and pushed back harder on the intruding fingers, desperately gritting out, “Don’t be an arsehole on purpose, don’t fuck around on you, and don’t leave you!”
Angel let go of Spike’s balls to slap his ass. “Is that anyway to talk to your Sire?” Then, he looked at his childe curiously. “Is that what you feel they mean that they’re a punishment to you?” Angel was hurt that his boy had interpreted the claims as no better than a prison sentence. They obviously meant more to him then they did Spike. Even after all they’d shared.
Spike yelped at the smack, and nearly cried in frustrated need. “’S not a punishment! ’S what you do when y’care about somebody isn’t it!”
“I’ll ask you this once and only once, childe. Did you agree to claims to please me or did you really want to belong to me again, in every aspect of the word?” Angel whispered darkly, letting the Irish brogue slip through.
Spike shuddered, closing his eyes at the words and the tone. He moaned in humiliation, having to say it out loud, but whispered back, almost inaudibly, "W-want to . . . be yours again. All yours!”
Angel grabbed Spike's waist, putting him on the bed on his hands and knees at the edge. When he was sure his boy wouldn’t move he blindly reached for the lube in the pile of items he had brought in earlier, pulled his pants off and covered his cock.
Spike groaned when his Sire penetrated him. Once Angel started moving, he pushed back as he felt a hand slide up his back. The week away from his Sire may as well have been six months to Spike. As long as he didn’t think about the person who drove them apart he was fine. It also helped that Angel was covering his back and growling against his neck with each thrust. “Who do you belong to? Who owns you?” Angel asked as he started pounding into Spike.
Spike moaned as he was penetrated, his aching cock straining, slapping his lean belly. It was all too much: the humiliation, the spanking, and Angel’s dominance . . . Spike’s balls were so full he fancied they were swollen to plum-size. He gasped, thrusting in time to his Sire’s, “Y-you! You, just you! Oh! Yours, always yours, d--”
When the dark vampire started moving harder and faster, the contact between them made Spike’s tender ass sting, causing tears to form. Angel slid his fingers under Spike’s chin to raise his head up and licked the column of his throat. “You’re going to have to do better than that Spike. I could leave you on the brink this way.”
Spike gave a little growl of frustration and howled, “DADDY! ’M yours, Daddy!”
Angel chuckled evilly, working his cock deeper into Spike for his childe’s efforts. “Nice touch, I knew Dru wasn’t the only one with daddy issues. Need a name distinction, baby. For all I know, you’re wishing for Angelus to be back as much as Darla does. Do you want that?”
Spike blushed harder as Angel chuckled, his treacherous cock hardening at the sound. He whined and moaned, clenching his teeth, and gritted out, “Want you . . . just you . . . whatever y’ call yerself . . .! Still y-y-ou . . .!”
Angel turned away from Spike and contemplated that answer, stopping all his movements. He pulled back like he was going to leave Spike’s body. “Guess you didn’t want this as bad as I thought you did.”
Spike howled in dismay. Soul or not, the old bastard still was the master of the mind-fuck. He clenched desperately on Angel’s thick cock, howling, “No!! Don’t leave me again! I want you, damn it, why’s nothing I say good enough! I’m fucking baring my heart and guts t’ you!”
Angel leaned over Spike’s body still not moving otherwise. “Shh, Spike. I’m right here. I haven’t gone anywhere. Just wanted you to know who was taking your body. You’re mine. My childe, my boy, my mate. Why won’t you say who owns you? Why are you so afraid to voice your Daddy’s name?”
Spike shuddered, panting harshly, his body tensed and his teeth gritted. He panted, moaning, “Angel!”
Angel gave a guttural groan in Spike’s ear at that. “Fuck Spike. Was that so hard?” He became painfully swollen and pushed deeper until his pelvis was flush with Spike’s ass. His ever-present, dominant side broke free and he let loose a growl as he buried himself deeper. “Jesus, Spike, you were always so tight.”
Spike gasped, pushing back harder, moaning; feeling the comforting security of his Sire’s bulk around him. His struggle to maintain his flinty veneer was weakening. His heart, protectively closed off and hardened for so long, was softening and he longed to give himself up, to open himself completely; to surrender entirely to his Sire. But, he still feared being left again. For now, he concentrated on the fucking. That was safer. He growled and pushed back roughly on Angel’s cock, snarling through fangs, clawing at the bedclothes.
Angel moved him up the bed as he shifted to get better leverage. He leaned over Spike again and pinched a nipple, tugging on it gently as he whispered: “As much as you enjoy entering my mind on a whim, don’t forget it works both ways, boyo. I can feel you. One of these days, you’ll see it for yourself what this means to me.”
Spike moaned, blushing hotly. He hadn’t considered that even his thoughts weren’t private anymore. He turned crimson, realizing the implications of this. Not only did Angel know how needy he was, he knew how hot it had made him to be spanked, disciplined, and scolded like a naughty schoolboy. He groaned softly arching his back and panting.
“You think I’m keeping you locked up for my own personal pleasure? That I’m ashamed of you? How bad do you want to cum, Spike? Are you willing to moan for me? Roar so loud that even Buffy can hear it across this fucking town. So she knows who has you this far gone?”
Spike thrust back harder, moaning as bidden, and dug his fingers into the mattress. His tensed thighs ached as he thrust back onto his Sire’s cock, and howled, “Angel! Want you! Need you! Daddy! Please Daddy! Fuck me!”
Angel gave an Angelus-like chuckle that was so dirty it sent shivers down Spike’s spine. “My pleasure. Daddy’s good little boy.” Angel reached under the trembling body and fisted his childe’s cock in time with his own thrusts until Spike released all over the sheets with a tearful cry. When it happened, Angel sank his teeth into Spike’s neck groaning at the pleasure of his childe’s contracting muscles. He couldn’t hold back any longer and followed his lover into orgasm.
Spike howled with pleasure at the praise and the explosive orgasm that left him shuddering, panting and feeling the bond with his Sire almost physically tighten. He collapsed on the mattress, gasping, reaching to grasp Angel’s big hand and holding it tightly in his.
Angel carefully extracted himself and watched in amusement as Spike slid bonelessly onto the bed. He quickly cleaned them up using his sweatpants with one hand since Spike refused to let go of his other one. He threw the soiled garment on the floor. Then, he lay down and nuzzled against Spike, brushing the damp curls away from his forehead. “You should have seen how beautiful you were. Not an experience I’d likely forget.”
Spike scooted up to Angel, resting his head in the crook of his Sire’s neck, nuzzling and purring. He was without words for once, limp, spent and sated, feeling a sense of contentment and trust he hadn’t felt since he was a fledgling.
“Daddy,” he murmured, nuzzling.
Angel smirked at the whispered word.
Just then, Angelus decided to make his presence known. I knew you could remind him of his place.
No thanks to the one who scarred him for life; thanks for that by the way, you raised him well.
Naturally, I’m the Scourge of Europe. I do everything well.
A little too full of our own pompous ideas aren’t we?
Angelus snorted in contempt. Technically, I’m the head of the Order of Aurelius, lad.
Angel scoffed; You always were the egotist of this Jeckyl and Hyde outfit.
Right and you’re just a humble wee church mouse . . . , Angelus retorted. You can fool some of the people some of the time, lad but you’d do well to take the advice you gave the boy. I know you. Yer innermost thoughts, yer dirty little desires.
You think you know me so well, let’s hear it, Angel challenged.
I don’t think I know you. I know you, Angelus stated smugly. Well for starters you’re obsessed with this boy. Not that I blame you.
No more than you are, Angel shot back. But, then you were obsessed with my girlfriend too.
Ugh. ‘Girlfriend’? What are you, a schoolboy? She definitely made you act like one. It was embarrassing, how you just handed yer balls over to her. 244 years old, traveled the world, stayed in the best hotels, ate the best people, rich, cultured, a man any woman would give her right tit to bed (and there’s many who have, lad) . . . And you let yerself be led around by the prick by a wee chit of a girl.
And, as I hear it, she still managed to kick your ass on several occasions when you were on the outside.
What?! That’s a load of crap. Who told you this?!
Let’s see there was the mall when she blew up your little toy and kicked your ass all over the food court before she brought you to your knees. And the time . . .
You know what? Fuck you.
And yet, it still won’t be any better than fucking Spike, would it? Angel teased his alter ego. So forgetting the Slayer for the time being, what else you got?
Oh for Christ’s sake yer worse than a woman! Let’s see . . . you didn’t drink the rats to ‘atone’, you drank ’em because they were alive and their hearts were beating. You like to use your left hand when you wank. You don’t eat human food because you think not eating gives you an air of mystique and you don’t want to have to crap.
I thought you said ‘deepest thoughts’ and ‘darkest desires’. This is all common knowledge Spike uses to get to me.
Angelus growled in irritation. When you wank sometimes you think about bathing in blood . . . that time in Versailles, when you and Darla filled the bathtub with it . . .
Mmmm gave new meaning to a bloodbath. How about I help you there and name a few of yours?
Angel could almost hear the smirk from his other half. All right then . . . have a go.
Should we start with family, childer or the outsiders?
Oh . . . let’s say, childer for starters.
You turned Penn on whim, with disastrous results and still think he was a mistake. You love that Drusilla is wrapped around your fingers and other parts of you. You enjoyed taunting Spike with her, knowing how he felt. Just who were you more jealous of hmmm? It must have been that she made Spike, because you took him as your own in Sire-Claim. You get hard when Dru calls you ‘Daddy’ and follows you around like a lost puppy. You enjoy breaking her over and over. Then, there’s Spike . . . As much as you hated his behavior, you loved his evil rebellious, side in secret. His uncanny knack for blood and carnage surpassed your expectations.
Oh now, that’s very perceptive. Did you get all that from reading the Watchers’ Diaries?
According to the Watchers’ Diaries, you aren’t anywhere near Spike when it comes to who sired him.
I gave you a soft-ball and this is the best you can come up with?
You’re barely mentioned being in his ‘social circle’ in his recorded history.
Right, this is amusing, go on then, let’s hear yer thoughts on my ‘family’ issues . . . going to tell me about my ‘mother’ issues?
You don't have a mother, kind of hard to have issues with that.
Sprung fully-formed from the forehead of Zeus himself, eh?
Liam had a mother, you’re just his darker half. You’re what Darla saw in him.
It’s funny how a wee little thing such as a soul can make a man such an incredible twat.
Like you led any better a life than a drunken womanizer. You never changed.
And what does that make you, then, Angel? If I'm the boy named Liam’s dark half, are you his ‘good’ side? Christ, if that’s the case I’m glad I got m’self turned.
I’m nothing like you.
No, you’re like me – with all the interesting, charming, amusing parts removed.
Again, I ask, how am I like you?
Oh for Christ’s sake!
Can’t come up with anything? A little lost for words?
You look like me, you act like me – if I was a constipated bore . . . You’re fucking obsessed with the same things I am. It’s like having a twin brother who turned out to be a hypocritical twat.
No more than having a self-centered, self-indulgent, drama queen of a twin.
Ooh, now that hurt. Go on then . . . you’re 0 for 2 so far . . . so let’s hear your great thoughts on me and ‘outsiders’.
You wanted to turn Buffy into a pet, because nothing gets your rocks off more than a Slayer under your command and a way to find out what Spike finds so interesting about hunting them. You would have fucked her again in a heartbeat if she hadn’t been so clingy. You think Cordy would make a great vampire, you want to fuck Wesley. You wouldn't mind offing Xander. Not that I blame you there. And . . . after being mated to Spike, you have no real interest in Darla. Because, she’s human and if turned again would be a lesser demon.
Angel smirked when he felt Angelus bristle.
What d’you mean ‘wanted to’? I still plan on it, lad, Angelus said all too casually. I figure I need to make up for lost time. An ex-Slayer, an ex-Watcher, a witch and a clairvoyant ought to make a nice little brood of fledglings, eh? Wee ones for our boy Spikey to cut his teeth on. Besides, we’ve got this big house . . . lots of room for wee fledglings to stretch their legs.
Angel growled at that thought. You are insane if you think I’m sharing Spike with anyone outside this relationship. It’s bad enough that you’re in it.
Angelus chuckled at the response. And you think yer nothing like me? You didn’t get yer back up over the idea of me turning yer precious Slayer or yer little human pets . . . But, mention the mere notion of Spike playing with anybody other than you and out come the fangs.
Angel caressed Spike’s hip and pelvis possessively. This cock, that ass, belongs to me.
Spike whimpered in his sleep when Angel incidentally dug his nails into the flesh.
Don’t forget that mouth. Boy’s got the sweetest mouth in Christiandom. Nice evasion of the subject, by the way.
Which subject? All I got was notice that you had ideas of selling the boy out to the highest bidder.
Are you completely delusional? I was talking about expanding the family. Spike would have the privilege of having his fun with them . . . if he’s a good boy.
Oh, yeah, like this dysfunctional family needs any more members. Angel pursed his lips at the thought. You know, I forced Dru to stop turning others. Are you next?
Oh, you can try and stop me . . . but tell me: how d'you intend to do that, exactly? I’m looking forward to turning Darla.
You do that and you may as well say goodbye to Spike. They didn't like each other before and you expect him to stomach her now?
Angelus mused over that thought. True . . . the lad is a jealous wee thing.
I had to pull out all the stops to get him this far into reconciliation and you’re gonna fuck it up by turning her? Tell me Angelus: what do you want more? The boy or your former Sire?
. . . . . . I don't get to have them both?
Not if you want Spike to give out any time in the next two centuries.
Damn it! Stupid fucking Gypsies . . . Stupid fucking soul!
You do remember that he left when the dreams of Darla were out in the open.
If it hadn't been for them . . . if you hadn't fucking left! Angelus cut in.
Angel went on as if he hadn’t spoken. You do remember following him here? You clearly remember getting me into this room to fuck him.
YES!
Angel lazily caressed his finger in the cleft of Spike’s ass, making the blonde vampire moan in his sleep. Hear that Angelus? I turned him into one sated puppy.
Yes, thanks to listening to me.
Care to tell me about that obsession of yours?
Which one would that be now?
I’m sure you have a few, but let’s discuss the present one. Angel teased a thick finger against the sensitive ring, feeling Spike press back a little.
Which one, William's arse?
Why did you keep him around for so long? For someone who has no feelings . . .
Do you get these questions from some amateur psychology magazine or what? I ask because I really want to know.
You must have cared about him. He may be an obnoxious pest, but he was my childe and I did everything to protect him even when I got this fucking soul. What the fuck did you do but torture him mentally while in a wheelchair?
If you know as much as you claim to know about m’ ‘deep dark secrets’, then you’d know the answer to these questions . . .
No wonder he hit you with a poker, you deserved it.
I may have been laying it on a wee bit thick in my rubbing it in with Dru, when he was laid up. I had every intention of nursing him back to health. But, he needed a wee bit of time to remember his place in the grand scheme of things.
The ‘grand scheme of things’, are you serious? You tried to end the world! He wouldn't have survived that. He still has humanity in him. You would have killed William.
I was out for the first time in how many years? You’ll be excusing me if I was a wee bit stir-crazy. Besides, he’s a resilient lad! He’d have been fine. Obviously, I’ve got more faith in him than you.
Under all that devil may care attitude of his, he's still the baby of the family.
Y’think I don't know he's my baby boy? I’m the one that got you off yer arse and in here to remind him of it! If I left things up t’ you, you’d be in there fretting in yer hair shirt blathering on, ‘Waah, why doesn't Spike listen to me, booo hoo!’ Look at that mouth. God, he’s so fucking gorgeous. Ah, look at him, licking his wee lip in his sleep. Go on . . . give th’ baby his soother, why don’t you?
Angelus said that just about the same time Angel was thinking about Spike’s body. I finally agreed with you when I was spanking his ass. Damn, he has a spankable ass . . . Where was I? Oh yeah . . .
The most spankable little arse of any lad in heaven or earth . . . if he wasn’t such a wee devil you’d have to invent reasons to spank it, Angelus added.
Angel grinned. I bet it got your rocks off before it did me when he practically screamed the roof down with that ‘Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy!’”
Angelus let out a sinister chuckle. Aye . . . now, there you’d be right.
Angel turned serious and mentally grabbed Angelus around the neck. “You have to promise me, Aurelian Word of Honor, that should you ever get out again, you protect him. I don’t want to come back to a broken childe, Angelus.”
Angelus arched a brow, but didn’t flinch. On my honor, I’ll protect him.
The thought scares me more than when I lost Buffy to the Master, Angel said to himself.
I admit I was stupid with that whole Acathla thing. Don’t know what the hell got into me . . . that sort a’ thing’s not even my style. I think Dru was leading me down a primrose path, to tell you the truth.
You actually made sense of what she says?
Aye, that should have been my first indication something wasn’t quite right.
I know you made her insane, but, it's like reading a book in Braille talking to her.
Don’t be running down my princess.
Yours? I thought she was Spike’s princess?
She’s Spike’s wicked plum. Whatever the hell that means . . . some poetic nonsense.
Why do I remember ‘precious’?
Aye, well, she's that too, Angelus added. Then, he got back on track. The point is, don’t you be criticizing her. She’s a wee fallen angel.
She was destined for the nunnery until you got her hooks in her, Angel commented.
Angelus let out a happy sigh at the memory. Aye . . .
A flash of how Angelus had her that first time flitted through Angel’s mind, causing him to moan.
Angelus smacked him on the back of the head. Oh for Christ’s sake, don’t go getting all worked up.
What did I do? Angel asked innocently.
Yer getting all repentant and angsty on me. You’d think after a hundred years some of the sting would have come off . . . Think of it this way, Drusilla’s happy. D’you think she’d be happy as a dead nun?
Angel gritted his teeth. Angelus was getting on his nerves now. Damn the demon and his observant notions. I suppose you’re right, as much as it pains me to say it.
Angelus gave him a self-satisfied smirk. Besides, it’s not so much you feel guilt about doing it . . . y’ just feel guilty that it still turns you on thinking about it.
Angel’s ears picked up Spike’s whisper of ‘Daddy’ again and raised his eyebrow at Angelus. He seems rather sated; more so than in the last few months he was in L.A. with me.
Aye, Angelus agreed. Well, just ’cause he’s well-fucked and feeling a bit content doesn’t mean he’s tamed.
Angel scoffed at the very idea. I would never think that. I doubt our Spike can be tamed. What is it with your progeny and the daddy issues?
Angelus snorted at that. If y’ know me as well as you claim, then, you know the answer.
I thought it was just Dru until Spike slipped up a few months back, Angel said.
My hand on that wee bare arse . . . my arm over his shoulders, draped around him, wrapped around his waist. That’s the way he slept for over twenty years and would have up ’til this day if it weren’t for the stupid fucking soul . . . Angelus said lost on a tangent. Then, he answered Angel. Aye, well you thought wrong, amazing though that concept is . . .
Well, Spike as he is now never says what he’s thinking does he? Angel asked defensively.
Hello, y’ can read his mind, Angus McThick!
Yeah now, that the claims are in place. But, I was thinking back to when we met up again and when he tried to save Dru and had me tortured with hot pokers.
Oh, aye . . . Angelus agreed. Then, he sounded contrite when he replied; Well I suppose that was probably slightly my fault. Know what we should do?
Angel raised a brow. Only slightly? My God the world is ending . . . you’re taking the blame for something.
Angelus ignored him and went on. We should take him on a trip.
It’s not like I can leave. He’s got to watch after Buffy, ’cause I’ll be damned if I trust that army idiot wannabe with her life and I got to deal with Darla and Wolfram & Hart.
And the fun just never starts with you, does it? Angelus asked sarcastically. One day . . . you can't take a one-day trip with your favorite childe . . .
Okay let's hear it. What do you got planned?
I sort of wanted to keep it a surprise . . .
Angel’s brows furrowed. Exactly who's the one driving? I got to know where I'm going.
Well, it would be me, Angelus answered with a smirk.
Angel developed a hacking cough all of a sudden and Angelus sniggered. Just kidding . . . you’re really high strung, d’you know that?
Goes with the champion package and the near-celibacy, Angel answered drolly.
How about if I tell William and we keep it a secret from you? Then, you can drive and it will still be a surprise.
Angel crossed his arms and tapped his foot, waiting.
Oh, fine! Killjoy. M. . . I . . . C . . . K . . . E . . . Y . . . M . . . O . . . U . . . S . . . E . . .
Angelus, I never took you as one for theme parks. Please tell me it wasn’t a convent at one time that got torn down and replaced.
Angelus scoffed. Are you kidding me? All those sweet, corn-fed, little nuclear families, with their Mom and Dad and 3.2 kids? It’s like a great big candy store.
Angel growled. Hello, soul here! I can’t really enjoy that anymore.
Maybe you can’t . . . Think of it this way, maybe you’ll have a chance to save the day and come over all heroic. Or at the very least, make out on the Haunted Mansion ride.
Angel glanced down at Spike and saw that he had taken the hand he held and was sucking on the fingers. Christ!
Now isn’t that the sweetest fucking thing? Angelus mused.
Sweet to you maybe . . . it’s making my dick hard. Angel grumbled as he shifted uncomfortably.
Aye, well, when I said ‘sweet’, I meant ‘dirty’. Look at him . . . look at that wee face . . . doesn’t this lad deserve a trip to the happiest little place on earth?
Angel groaned at the former, ignoring the latter.
Don’t put yer hard cock to waste, man . . . give the boy his fucking soother.
You secretly started this daddy thing didn't you?
Secretly . . .?
Subliminal messages Angel replied.
Angelus smirked devilishly.
Angel pressed Spike down until the head brushed against the softest lips he ever felt. He gripped the base of his shaft and rubbed it over the lips, preventing his childe from taking it until his boy whimpered. Then, he shuddered and jerked when Spike immediately latched on, sucking on the head of his cock. He groaned inwardly. Fucking hell, the boy’s mouth could be a vacuum cleaner hose.
Angelus chuckled darkly in response and crooned; That’s it, boyo. Take yer soother . . . Ah, he’s missed this.
I guess with my possessive streak lately, I haven’t let him enjoy the leisurely things. Angel bit his lip when Spike slowly slid down the length and started sucking with the back of his throat. Fuck, Angelus, how can you keep from burying yourself in that?
Angelus purred. Aye . . . you’ve got to take time to stop and smell the roses . . . y’ wonder why the boy feels like he’s got t’ act up to get yer attention? A little of this sort of thing will go a long way with William. It might help keep you from being such an uptight prick yerself.
He never seemed to want this before, Angel groaned.
Aye, it wouldn’t have gone with his ‘little tough arse’ act now would it? Angelus said. Then, he instructed; Now, reach down and cup the boy’s balls gently . . .
You saw how reluctant he was to submit tonight, Angel said in his defense.
Well, maybe part of what he needs is to be made to submit, eh? Maybe he needs his little arse reddened and to be told how things are.
Angel reached down and massaged the heavy sacs between Spike’s thighs and felt him suck harder. He groaned and tightened his hold on the back of his childe’s head and thrust up. “Such a good little boy, sucking Daddy’s cock,” Angel whispered. “Such a bottomless little throat.”
Angelus purred with satisfaction and nodded. There may be hope for you yet.
Spike moaned softly in his sleep and nuzzled Angel, taking his length in until his nose rubbed against the big vampire’s hard belly, suckling at the thick, hard length of his Sire’s cock and purring. Subconsciously, he heard the praise and snuggled closer, softly clenching his tight cheeks and thrusting into his Daddy’s palm.
Fuck, Angelus, he’s humming!
Angelus chuckled darkly. I told you . . .
Told me what? Angel asked distractedly.
What he needs. You ought to listen to me more often.
Spike’s eyes flickered open, and he licked the head of Angel’s slick cock, rubbing his forehead against his Sire’s belly and nuzzling as he reached up to brush his fingers over the big vampire’s muscular chest.
Yer doing fine . . . Angelus encouraged. You can see how he responds . . . give him a little of that firm daddy dominance mixed with some praise and he’ll lap it up like a cat to cream. Such a wee slut for praise . . .
Angel groaned at Angelus’ words and his childe’s actions. He took Spike’s hand and sucked on the fingers before letting go to arch off the bed into the boy’s mouth. “God, Spike, take it all,” he moaned as he thrust a second finger into Spike’s ass. Angelus . . .
Spike relaxed the muscles in his throat and eagerly took his Sire’s length. This was what he’d missed: the two of them, alone in the dark with no distractions, no annoying blonde bints needing protecting or rescuing or demanding attention or trips to the opera. It was just him and his Sire, exploring one another’s bodies, pleasuring one another, reveling in each other.
Mm? Don’t mind me, just enjoying the show.
Spike suckled eagerly at Angel’s cock, and moaned deep in his throat when his Sire’s fingers probed his ass. He thrust himself back against the fingers, with a little wriggle.
Angel watched through lidded eyes as Spike’s mouth moved along the shaft. “Such a naughty boy for keeping this from me, Spike. Think you deserve to be punished again for withholding this from Daddy?”
Angelus purred approvingly. Now, yer getting the hang of it.
Spike swallowed hard when he heard Angel’s whispered words and he sucked harder. He reached up to cup his Sire’s heavy balls and purred as he wriggled his firm little ass.
Angel chuckled darkly and said, “Ahh I knew there was a reason I brought that other item.” He pulled his fingers free and reached for the slim vibrator. “Sex toys have come a long way since you were a fledgling, baby boy.” Angel turned it on and gently pressed it into his boy.
Spike widened his blue eyes and gasped when he was penetrated by the little object. As it began to softly hum and buzz, stimulating his sensitive nerves, he sucked harder and faster, curling and uncurling his toes and pawing at his Daddy’s muscular chest, making little noises in the back of his throat.
Are you watching this Angelus? He’s so responsive.
I know he's a beautifully responsive lad . . . I appreciate it m’self, Angelus replied. He watched Spike squirm through Angel’s eyes and prodded his soulful side. I think the boy’s trying to tell you yes; he was naughty and needs some more chastising. Angelus chuckled. Only he can’t tell you properly as his mouth’s a wee bit full.
Angel thrust the vibrator into his childe in fast, shallow strokes. “You best not get used to this thing Spike, because I don’t vibrate. I don’t know how I’m keeping my soul at this pace. You’ve woken Angelus’ insatiable sex drive.”
Tell me about it. God knows it's not for my lack of trying, Angelus said wryly.
Spike moaned and thrust his ass back against the buzzing plastic, clenching against it, pawing at Angel’s hard chest as he suckled.
Angel growled and pulled Spike off his cock by a fist in his white-blonde locks. He guided his childe up his body until their lips met and kissed him possessively. The talk with Angelus coupled with Spike sucking him had fueled his desire to fever-pitch. He pulled the vibrator out, making his childe gasp and replaced the plastic with his aching cock.
Rolling them over so that Spike was on his back, Angel thrust deep with a growl. “Christ the things you two do to me, drive me insane.”
Angel grabbed Spike’s waist, held him down and moved faster as he swooped down and mouthed Spike’s neck while listening to Spike encourage him with “Uh! Yes, Daddy, fuck me! Fuck me please! Wanna be yours, all yours . . . make me yer baby boy.” Angel shifted and kissed his childe; thrusting his tongue into the cool mouth to explore the recesses and felt Spike claw at his back. Then, he broke away.
“Come for me, Spike. I want to see it,” Angel said a voice dark and thick with passion.
His Sire’s words and tone were all it took to send Spike careening over the edge again. The sight of it triggered Angel’s release. He grinned when he thought of how far they’d come tonight in a form of reconciliation and Spike possibly forgiving him for his weaknesses. He licked the perspiration off of his childe’s face as he considered the notion that he and Angelus must have put the younger vampire through his paces to get him to actually sweat.
Angel withdrew from Spike’s body carefully and collapsed on his back, falling asleep the second he hit the pillow. He didn’t even feel the blonde vampire snuggle against him. |
