Giles’ Apartment
Buffy sat on the couch reading a magazine while Spike sat in the chair, only in chains this time. Giles walked around him, holding a bundle of burning herbs and was reciting an incantation from a book.
Spike looked between the unconcerned Slayer and the Watcher. He was uncomfortable. He always hated spells. He had memories of Drusilla’s spells always going awry, like the time she tried to make a snake dance with her and instead, she ended up sending the reptile to chase after Darla. Actually, it was quite comical. He had never seen Darla run so fast even with a mob chasing them. Angelus killed it with a mallet before it got to her though and then spent the next hour torturing Drusilla for what she did.
“You know . . . not too keen about this spell stuff. It tends to be a bit unpredictable,” Spike said uncertainly as he watched Giles.
“Yes, well, I don’t trust you enough to tell me the truth, so this is how it will be,” Giles told him and went back to reading the incantation.
Just then there was a knock on the door. Buffy set her magazine down and went to answer it. Upon opening the panel she found herself face to face, well face to chest, with Angel standing before her in his duster.
“Angel . . .?” Buffy was surprised to see her ex-boyfriend so soon.
“Hello, Buffy. Have you seen Spike?” the dark vampire asked anxiously. He had to talk to his boy.
Buffy just stared at Angel like he was the second coming of Christ. He still looked good in her eyes. No flaw to be seen aside from the fact that he was standing in front of her and asking for Spike. What was the deal with Spike anyway? Giles wanted Spike, her ex-boyfriend wanted Spike. Was she wearing some kind of guy-repellent?
“Yeah, I’ve seen him, more than I would like,” was Buffy’s disinterested answer.
“I went by his crypt, but he wasn’t there, so I thought I’d check here,” Angel said.
Buffy’s answer to that was to hold the door open wider to reveal Spike chained up in a chair. Giles was walking around him with some type of burning herb and reading a book. Angel’s mouth dropped open in shock.
What was it with the Sunnydale crew? He had told them he had Spike under control, but it seems Giles didn’t want to believe that. Knowing how uncomfortable Spike was around magic, Angel pushed past Buffy and entered the apartment.
“Giles, what are you doing?” There was a slight edge to Angel’s voice.
Giles perked up and looked over his shoulder at the dark vampire with a look of surprise. He closed the book and put it down on the table and then snuffed out the burning herb. “Uh, Angel, I didn’t expect you to come back here. That is to say, not this soon,” Giles stammered.
Angel’s eyes became harder as he watched Giles fumble for an explanation. While he waited his eyes traveled to where Spike was chained. Angel’s eyes softened a bit when he took in his childe’s current situation.
“Well, childe, what have you done to get yourself shackled this time?” Angel asked nonchalantly. He wouldn’t think that Spike had agreed to being restrained this way, not that it hadn’t happened before, but that was another century and another life. What was going on?
“Peaches, you can ask the Watcher and the Slayer about this. Giles sent her after me to bring me back here and now I’m like this,” Spike told his Sire.
Angel turned his sights on his ex-girlfriend and her Watcher. “Well, do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
“Angel, it’s not what you think--” Buffy started to explain.
“Really? Because, I see Spike restrained in chair with chains. I could have sworn I told you he was here to help you. How silly of me to have thought that the Scooby gang would not have believed me when I said I had him under control,” Angel told her.
“Now, see here, Angel,” Giles interjected. “Just because you say he was under your management doesn’t mean we should just let our guard down with him. He is a soulless vampire who has tried countless times to kill any one of us.”
“Well, I’m here now,” Angel said as he walked over to Spike and proceeded to free him, “So you can quit tying him up. Someone would think you two had a secret bondage fetish.”
Spike smirked at that as he got to his feet. He had to hand it to his Sire. He didn’t think the old man had it in him to make a comment like that in front of his sweet, innocent little Slayer.
“How are your wrists and ankles?” Angel asked absently as he rubbed away the chafe-marks around his childe’s wrists.
“Vampire healing, mate, I’ll be fine,” Spike assured him.
Angel looked into Spike’s eyes and nodded before releasing the blonde’s wrists. He looked around the small apartment. “Is there some place maybe you and I could talk privately?”
Both vampires looked to Giles for an answer. The Watcher motioned for them to go outside since his apartment was so small there would be no privacy at all. Angel nodded and led the way outside and sat one of the stone stairs. Spike followed him, closed the front door behind them and sat next to his Sire.
“So what did you want to talk about, Angel?” Spike asked as he reached in his coat for a pack of cigarettes to light one.
“It’s difficult to say where to start, but while I was with someone, you came to mind and I said your name out loud without realizing it. The person wasn’t too happy with me. Then I fought with a Mohra demon, it’s blood mixed with mine and it made me human for
24 hours,” Angel spoke slowly as if he were trying to find the right words.
“You were human for a day?” Spike asked completely surprised at the turn of events. “What happened?”
“I realized a few things and gave it up.” Angel was finding this even harder to voice than he ever imagined. “I fought the Mohra demon twice, because it had regenerated. It got me good in the gut while I was human. You showed up when I needed you the most and killed it. But, I was human and I gave you the a-chaoidh gaol ring as a keepsake.”
Spike fished around in his jeans pocket and produced the ring. “I wondered how I got this. It surprised me that you kept it all these years. I didn’t think I meant all that much to you.”
“Well, now you know the truth. I kept that ring as a reminder of you when I left,” Angel told him.
“I suppose now that you are no longer human and back to being your old broody self, you’ll want to have it back now,” Spike said as he held the ring out to his Sire.
Angel shook his head. “No. You should keep it.”
Spike’s face fell. His Sire no longer wanted the ring? He was being rejected yet again? “Why?” the blond asked, curiosity and hurt sparkling in his eyes.
Angel took the hand that held out the ring in his own, and used it to pull his childe close to him so he could look into his eyes. “Because, childe,” he began, “it will remind you that even though I am your Sire and you are my childe, you are so much more than that. You are now my companion, my accomplice and hopefully my friend. Keep the ring.”
“But . . .” Spike began. He had given the ring to his Sire as a symbol of devotion. Granted he wasn’t all that devoted over the last few years since meeting Angel again. But then he had been hurt and angry at Angel’s leaving and then Drusilla was sick and his Sire ignored the pull of the blood-bond to help her. He ended up kidnapping Angel then. He had to force his Sire to take his rightful place as head of their clan and heal his childe.
"Shh," Angel said, placing a finger to his boy's lips to silence him. "What more do you need to know?"
“Angel, I don’t think we’ll ever be friends,” Spike said. There was too much history between them to ever be friendly.
“Ah, Spike, you do keep me on my toes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Angel smirked.
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Inside Giles’ Apartment
Buffy was staring out the window watching Angel and Spike talk in the dark. The moon didn’t illuminate the courtyard well enough to see everything, only shadows. It looked like they were in deep discussion about something. Then she saw Spike reach into his pocket for . . . a ring? At least it looked like a ring . . . and presented it to Angel.
“What is he doing out there, proposing?” Buffy asked herself.
Then she saw Angel grab Spike’s hand and pull him closer until he was either kissing his cheek or whispering in his ear, she couldn’t tell which in the waning moonlight. What was going on out there? When were Spike and Angel ever close? Giles never let her read the Watcher diaries so she only knew the things he had told her when Spike was out to kill her. Back then, Angel and Spike didn’t seem quite this friendly with each other. So what made them talk to each other now?
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Outside Giles’ Apartment
Angel pulled Spike into his arms and hugged him. The blonde was sobbing quietly at his Sire’s confessions tonight. He never thought the older vampire had so much feeling for him. His undead heart felt constricted with pent up emotion.
“You were always my favorite. You know that, Will? It’s why I was so hard on you when you were a fledgling,” Angel whispered in his childe’s ear.
Spike sobbed hard and nodded against Angel’s chest. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. One minute they were talking like they normally do and the next he was sobbing like a baby while Angel held him. He didn’t know what prompted this turn of events. Spike took Angel’s face in his hands and kissed him lightly on the lips. He traced his tongue over their fullness before slipping inside to tease his Sire.
Angel was a bit surprised at the kiss, but only for a second before he returned it, opening his mouth and inviting Spike inside to explore the recesses. He moaned softly as his childe caressed his tongue in the most erotic way. He felt a frisson of lust that he hadn’t felt in years. He wanted to show his boy how he felt and as much as he would like to press Spike up against the wall and fuck him with everything he had inside to give, this was neither the time nor place. Angel sifted his fingers through the blonde hair and kissed Spike deeply before pulling away.
“Someday, Will. Someday when we’re together, I’ll show you what you mean to me,” Angel whispered as he kissed the younger vampire’s forehead and cheekbones.
Spike looked at Angel with pain in his eyes. “You’re going to leave me again?”
“No, Spike, I’m not leaving you,” Angel said solemnly. He reached into the pocket of his duster and pulled out a cell phone. “Here, take this,” he said as he handed the cell phone to Spike. “If you ever need me or want to talk, call me.” He brushed his fingers over his childe’s face, wiping a stray tear away.
Spike nodded and accepted the phone. He missed his Sire and to have another connection to him like this was more than he’d hoped for. He embraced the older vampire in a tight hug. Normally, they wouldn’t be this emotional with each other but they were. He was acting like a fledgling with his Sire even though he was 120+ years old. In an odd way he felt strange and comfortable with it at the same time.
Both vampires turned their heads at the sound of gravel crunching under feet. A few seconds later Xander and Anya made an appearance as they ran around the bushes. When Xander saw the figures of the pair outlined in the shadows, he brought himself up short and as a result, Anya ran straight into her boyfriend.
“Oh my God! Angel! Spike! You two scared the beejeezus out of me,” Xander said anxiously. His eyes darted back and forth between the two bloodsuckers noticing their close proximity to each other and tilted his head. “What’s going on between you two?”
“Never mind us, whelp, why are you and demon girl running like the hounds of hell are nipping at your feet?” Spike asked.
“I reserve the right to answer that question when I feel much safer inside a house,” Xander said.
Spike shrugged. He and Angel followed the boy and his girlfriend back inside the apartment after Anya and Xander burst through the front door. Giles and Buffy jumped to their feet at the suddenness. Once all four were inside, Xander pulled a bookshelf in front of the door.
“Board up the windows, and barricade the doors,” Xander told the room excitedly.
“What’s going on?” Giles asked as he put down the book he had been reading and was still holding.
“Demons. They keep coming and coming,” Anya panted, still catching her breath from the run she had just made with Xander.
Xander looked out of the curtained window and saw no one. “I think we lost them, but I couldn't see.” He turned to see Spike and Angel watching him with indifferent expressions on their faces. “So, why are Deadboy and Jr. all buddy-buddy? I thought they hated each other.”
“None of your business, whelp,” Spike told him.
“Would you quit calling me that?” Angel said at the same time.
“Xander, calm down, okay? If you lost them, that'll give us some time to figure this out,” Buffy said.
Spike took in Xander’s anxiety and turned to Angel as he gestured toward the group, “This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed.”
Angel’s lips thinned in a tight line. It looked more broody on the outside, but inwardly he was trying to keep from chuckling at Spike’s comment.
Buffy looked toward the vampires and then back to her friends. “Spike's right. We really should get organized.”
Xander and Anya were still staring at Angel and Spike and noting how close they were together, one step away from hanging all over each other.
“Why are you together?” Anya asked, her brow furrowed in confusion. From what she got out of the group, Angel and Spike weren’t on the friendliest of terms.
The others stared at the vampires. Giles took in the strange closeness for the first time since Angel showed up. Buffy looked confused. She liked order. The order of things was that Angel was her vampire, and that he and Spike were enemies. It was good to have a common enemy. The togetherness that was them was just freaky.
Angel slung an arm around Spike’s shoulders and pulled his boy against his side. Spike huddled against his Sire. Everyone’s eyebrows shot up to their hairline at the small movement. Buffy rubbed her eyes to try and clear them, but the image of Angel and Spike arm-in-arm was still there in front of her.
Spike glanced up at his Sire skeptically. He didn't want to question Angel's actions and truthfully, there was something comforting about it, but it had been a century since he was under his Sire's arm willingly and without pretense. He was just as curious as the Scooby gang as to why Angel was here. Coming to tell Spike that he was human for a day and had taken it back because of what it did to their connection didn’t seem to be the only reason. He had spent the past hour with the dark vampire internally analyzing the other possible reasons for his appearance back in Sunnydale to see him, and as of yet had come up empty. He was in the dark like everyone else in the room.
“I’m reclaiming my boy,” Angel said before he realized what came out of his mouth. Did I just say I was reclaiming Spike? Yes, he had thoughts of reclaiming Spike completely ever since he renewed the Sire-claim, but to openly voice it in front of Buffy, her friends and her watcher? He figured his eyes were as wide as the others in the room, including Spike’s, whose eyebrows were lost somewhere in his hairline. He wondered if he would be staked now because they all thought he was evil.
Spike lost the ability to speak when he heard the words he never thought he’d hear come out of souled-Angel’s mouth. Did I hear that right? He wants to reclaim me? He still wants me after all these years? He looked around at the others in the room to be sure he wasn’t the only one that heard Angel say he wanted him back. Sure enough, the Watcher, Slayer, Xander and demon girl all wore shocked looks on their faces.
“You what? Why?” Xander asked baffled.
“Two very excellent questions,” Giles pointed out as he focused on the two vampires.
Spike looked back at Angel for an answer and saw a possessive glimmer he hadn’t seen since 1897. If he ever drew breath, seeing the look in his Sire’s eyes now would have taken it. He wondered what Angel’s motive was for saying such a thing. Sure, he felt the pull of the Sire-claim, but he had passed it off as the connection reestablishing itself and locking into place. It was driving him crazy. But to hear Angel give voice to the very thing
that the claim was urging him to do? There had to be a catch somewhere. His Sire didn’t just come out with these types of things.
“Your what? When was he ever your boy?” Buffy asked, miffed at the idea that Angel wanted Spike and not her. Three years with a man – sorry, a vampire, and a souled one at that – and helping him recover from a hell dimension, and then having said vampire abandon her. A person would think she’d get a little more respect than this. Angel wants Spike? What the hell alternate dimension did she wake up in today?
“Angel and Spike? Together?” Xander shuddered at the image in his mind of the two vampires together.
“It’s a very common practice among vampires, Xander. They have no sexual hang ups,” Anya told her boyfriend. “Generally speaking, I have no problem with it, but doesn’t Angel have that curse?”
Spike chuckled at the bluntness that was Anya. He wondered how much she knew of the Sire-Childe relationship. Looking at Xander, he noticed the boy was looking green around the gills. Best to not push his luck and rub against Angel, the whelp was likely to vomit on the watcher’s living room floor.
“I can claim Spike without endangering the curse,” Angel defended himself. How he was going to pull that off was another matter entirely. Feeding was an orgasmic high for any vampire. But to feed from Spike his favored childe? Suddenly, he wondered to himself how he had lost his soul to Buffy. Of course the slip of a girl made him forget what he was, and
made him think of what he could be in her eyes.
He knew now that was a lie. He could never be a man completely. He could do good because of the soul. But he was a demon. He always will be now. He’s accepted that. Shaking himself from his thoughts he noticed that everyone was looking at him curiously.
“How is that going to happen, Dead Boy?” Xander asked.
“Xander, will you stop calling me that?” Angel growled. “There is too much history between Spike and I for anything we do together to bring about ‘true happiness’. So, I don’t see where the danger is in claiming him.”
Why was he, a 240-something-year-old vampire, even bothering to explain himself to 2 young adults, an ex-vengeance demon and a watcher? Angelus must really be enjoying his uneasiness now. It felt like he was giving a motivational speech: ‘Kids, you cannot have sex or you’ll turn evil, but there are ways around that!’ Yep, Angelus was enjoying this.
Without further explanation, Angel dragged Spike out of the apartment and shut the door firmly. Everyone stared at the closed door in shock. It was Buffy who spoke up when she asked, “Um, guys? What was that?”
“I’m fairly certain that I don’t know,” Giles replied. He couldn’t fathom why Angel would want to re-establish a link to Spike, whom for all appearances was his nemesis, childe or not.
Outside, Angel got as far as the top of the stairs in Giles’ courtyard. Angelus was howling inside him to claim his boy now. He couldn’t wait until Angel found a secluded spot to get it done. Instead, his demon taunted him with images of the past and whispers of how sweet William’s blood was, how smooth it slid down his throat, how it felt to have his body pressed against the younger vampire, the euphoria of being buried deep inside his boy with fangs and cock.
After that last image passed through his mind, Angel growled. He pulled Spike around in front of him. He pushed the blonde to the ground and followed after him. He laid over Spike’s body and ground his hips against his childe’s.
“Angel?” Spike asked in a voice caught between surprise and excitement.
When Angel ground himself against Spike’s pelvis even harder, the blonde’s cock jumped to attention and strained against the fabric of his jeans. Angel leaned closer and feathered his lips over his childe’s high cheekbone and the shell of his ear before nipping the lobe with blunt teeth causing Spike to moan and arch into him.
“That’s my boy. Move against me,” Angel encouraged as he grabbed his childe’s hips in his strong hands to help direct the rocking motions with his own.
Angel ground harder against Spike and groaned every time their cocks brushed against each other through the layers of fabric. Every fiber in his body was screaming to claim his boy and end the torment while waves of need crashed through his body. He could smell Spike’s arousal as it flooded the air around them.
“Ah, Will,” Angel moaned near Spike’s ear. “I want to be inside ye, surrounded by ye completely while I take ye and claim ye as me own again.”
Without realizing it, Angel’s Irish brogue came into his voice. The sound of it sent shivers skittering through Spike’s body, down his spine to his hardened shaft like lightning. Angel’s hand stroked along his childe’s hip, slowly along his ribs and up to pinch his boy’s nipple hard. The action sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Spike’s cock.
“Jesus, Angel,” the blonde hissed as his hips bucked up against his Sire’s jeans-covered arousal.
Spike felt Angel’s tongue slide lazily along the column of his throat to the base where his jugular was located. He continued to grind up against the older vampire’s rocking motions trying to gain more friction at the same time he was being driven arduously insane. His mind was still boggled that this was even happening. Angel was in the process of completing the Sire-claim as he lay there humping against a restrained hardness that he never would have thought in a million years he’d feel again. When he felt Angel bite his neck with blunt teeth, he cried out, slammed his hips against the body on top of him and nearly came right then.
Angel was past words. He growled into Spike’s neck at the blonde’s reaction. Slowly shifting into his demon visage, he opened his mouth wider over the area he had just bitten and laved at the sensitive skin with his rough tongue. The action caused Spike to shudder under him.
When Spike felt Angel’s tongue lick his neck, the uncontainable shudder that past through him gave his boneless legs the momentum to pull up and wrap around his Sire’s waist and pull their groins together even more as he rocked harder against the dark vampire. He gripped Angel’s shoulders, wishing that clothes were not an issue so he could claw his nails over the other vampire’s back.
“My Will, so responsive,” Angel purred near Spike’s ear. His voice still carried the Irish brogue. When he felt Spike’s mind open to him, he – or Angelus, he wasn’t sure which – sent images to his boy of nights soaked in the blood of their victims, when they would return home, strip down and he would have his boy.
“Think about it, remember the way it ‘twas,” Angel’s voice continued to purr. “Having ye any way I wanted. Taking ye. Claiming ye. Hearing ye beg fer more.”
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London, 1884
Spike lay on the bed, positioned on his back with his wrists bound to the headboard. He looked down to see his legs spread out to their limits and Angelus between them. After the bath they had taken an hour earlier when they had returned from feeding, his Sire had enticed him into bed and maneuvered him into this position.
Angelus had tied him up and went back to the washroom. After an inordinate amount of time he returned with the house’s previous owner’s shaving kit, a towel and some water. Now, his Sire was teasing him endlessly. He would shave a strip of pubic hair; rinse the stray hairs away and the lick the newly bare and sensitive skin, delighting in his childe’s squirming.
Spike had tried to will his cock not to harden in the beginning of this but around the time Angelus moved to his balls he gave up. Currently he was trying to concentrate and keep his squirming to a minimum when the razor was near him. Between that and having the inane need to lose his fingers in his Sire’s hair whenever he licked his skin even though his hands were restrained. He was going mad.
When the torturous shaving session was finished, Angelus cleaned Spike’s body of stray hairs and left the bed to clean and put the supplies away. He returned to the bed, moving back between Spike’s legs to admire his handiwork. He smirked when he saw that the straining cock protruding from his boy’s body leaked pre-cum.
“Will, if ye only knew how beautiful ye looked right now, all clean and shaven,” Angelus purred as he licked his lips.
Spike whimpered. Even if he hasn’t used his given name in a while, hearing Angelus call him that sent a new set of shivers racing down his spine. He watched his Sire intently through passion-glazed eyes. He vaguely heard Angelus call him beautiful. Spike thought he was wrong, seeing the older vampire sitting so close yet so far away, all dark and commanding. No, to Spike, Angelus was the beautiful one.
Angelus leaned over Spike and took a budded nipple between his lips and nipped at it with his teeth. The sensations making his boy cry out and arch against him. He sat up and lifted Spike’s legs. In the dim light of the lantern beside the bed he watched as the water from the rinsing moments before trickled down to the puckered entrance.
When the droplets gathered enough at the hole, Angelus carefully worked a finger inside the tight ring of muscle. He continuously moved the digit around in circles teasing all the sensitive areas he knew his boy had. He heard Spike suck in a breath as he arched off the bed.
Angelus carefully worked a second, then a third finger inside before he turned his attention to another goal and searched out the bundled of nerves. Finding Spike’s prostate, he brushed his fingertips across it watching his boy shudder and whimper at his ministrations.
He leaned down over Spike still working his fingers across the nub and whispered against the blonde’s ear. “What is it, Will? What’s on your mind?”
Angelus heard Spike’s sudden intake of unneeded breath and whimpered when his fingertips caressed the nub inside him. “How am I supposed to help ye if ye don’t tell me what it is?”
“Please, Sire,” Spike whimpered. He was rolling his hips against the other vampire to gain more friction, but every time he thought he was able to bear down and press Angelus’ fingers against his prostate, they slid away only to return and tease him again.
“Please, what? Ye have to tell me,” Angelus purred as he moved his fingers in and out of Spike in time with the grinding of his hips against his boy’s pelvis.
“I want your cock inside me, Sire. I need to feel you moving inside me, fucking me,” Spike panted as he tried unsuccessfully to move with Angelus’ fingers.
Suddenly Angelus thrust his fingers deep inside and against the bundle of nerves smirking when he heard Spike cry out. “Is this what you want? My hard dick to do this to you?”
“God, yes! Bloody hell!” Spike moaned as he rocked with Angelus’ thrusting fingers.
“God has nothing to do with this, my boy. I am yer God now,” Angelus growled low in Spike’s ear.
Angelus removed his fingers much to Spike’s dismay. He reached over to the table and retrieved a jar of cream and used it to slick himself. Replacing the jar he turned a predatory smile on Spike.
“Are ye ready ta take me inside that tight little body of yers?” Angelus whispered as he lined his shaft with the puckered opening.
“Yes, Sire,” Spike whimpered. The feelings were becoming too much for his overloaded senses. He had to have something to quench the ache and set him off.
Angelus reached under Spike’s legs and pushed them up again. He gripped the base of his cock with one hand and tightened his hold on the back of his childe’s thigh with the other as he slowly fed his cock into the younger vampire’s tight, grasping body. Hearing Spike moan and whimper, he continued to press harder until the head had pushed through the ring of muscle and slid deeper.
When he was embedded, Angelus leaned over Spike and gripped the headboard. Leveling his weight and spreading the blonde vampire’s thighs even more so that he’d have no choice but to wrap his legs around his waist. He stared into Spike’s eyes as he slowly moved in and out, angling his body so his shaft found its intended mark.
When Spike gasped and bowed under him, Angelus knew he had found his child’s sweet spot. Looming over the younger vampire, he started to thrust deep and hard, picking up his motions every time Spike voiced his pleasure until there were no words, just grunts and groans, sobs and whimpers to punctuate Angelus’ hard driven thrusts.
Angelus’ vaguely noticed that Spike had turned his wrists in the restraints so he could grip the slats in the headboard to keep from having his head banged against it when Angelus’ cock hit his prostate hard enough to shift his body up the bed.
Spike was literally shedding tears from the need to release, but Angelus was fucking him in such a way that it only prolonged the feeling and wouldn’t let it happen. He growled and bucked up and wiggled against his Sire, trying anything to make the bliss happen. Finally, he gave up.
“Angelus! Please, I need to come! Fucking let me come!” Spike sobbed.
Angelus grinned evilly and lay over his boy. He gripped a slat in the headboard with one hand to hold his balance and reached down between them. He wrapped his hand around Spike’s leaking cock and stroked the length in time with his thrusts which had changed to a tempo of short and fast strokes beating against the blonde’s prostate. Angelus’ features shifted as he buried his face in his childe’s neck bit down with his fangs and started to slowly draw on the potent blood which resulted in setting Spike off.
“Holy fuck! Angelus!” Spike cursed as his burgeoning orgasm finally broke free and threatened to rip him in half in the process. When it subsided, he lay in a boneless heap under his Sire.
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Near Giles’ Apartment, Present Day
“Fucking hell! Angel!” Spike cursed as the images Angel were sending through the claim set his mounting orgasm off just as Angel sank his fangs into the blonde’s neck. Spike shook uncontrollably from the pleasure tearing through his body. When the convulsions settled he lay in a boneless heap under his Sire while he regained his strength.
It had been so long that Spike had forgotten how intense being with Angel was. If the Watcher diaries had anything on his and Angel’s sexual prowess, then they probably weren’t all that accurate. He may have been able to seduce women and men before he killed them, but Angel? Angelus could bend anyone to his will if he so chose. Spike’s thoughts on why his Sire never chose to could be that he was still on the massive guilt trip those gypsies set him on and he felt too guilty to try to seduce anyone.
So how’d he get Buffy to fall for him? Like that was hard to decipher: a sixteen-year-old with a schoolgirl’s crush on a
242-year-old vampire. Not to mention the whole good girl attraction to the local bad boy routine. Angel had her eating out of his hand from the moment they met.
Spike still had a death grip on Angel’s shoulders and waist as he felt his Sire pull on his blood slowly as if he were savoring the taste. Feeding in general was intoxicating, but this? The blonde was on cloud nine from this and well past the point of any simple orgasm.
“Angel,” Spike moaned softly as he leisurely rubbed against the body laying over him in the aftermath of his gratification.
Angel returned the moan but refused to release Spike’s neck. He laved the patch of skin, trying to get every drop that seeped from the twin punctures. He crushed Spike into the ground with his hips and rocked his restrained cock against his boy until he growled his release against Spike’s neck.
Angel rolled over on his back taking Spike with him. Once the blonde was draped over his body, he made a gash in his neck with a fingernail and bared his neck expecting his boy to dive for it.
“Angelus – Angel, what are you doing?” Spike was taken aback that Angel would offer his blood. Sire’s blood was ambrosia second to Slayer’s blood in Spike’s book. But he hadn’t had Sire’s blood in a century, if you didn’t count the time he was healing in his crypt a few weeks ago.
“It’s okay. Take it. It’ll help you recover from what I took and seal the bond,” Angel encouraged.
“Angel, have you totally lost it, mate? Recovering from an injury is fine, but you’ve never willingly given your blood to me in years,” Spike was stunned to say the least. He didn’t know what Angel’s game was offering his blood like this.
“Go ahead, Spike, take what you need and seal the bond,” Angel said. The Irish brogue in his voice was gone meaning that Angelus was satisfied on his end of the deal. Now he just had to get his boy to finish it.
Spike watched Angel’s eyes to see if he was really serious. A Sire just didn’t offer something like this on a whim. He stared at Angel silently for so long he figured Angel thought he’d refuse, but the offer had bowled Spike over and he was still recovering from it.
When Spike saw the thing he was looking for in Angel’s eyes, he leaned down and reopened the closing wound that Angel had made in his neck. His eyes rolled back in his head at the first taste of the potent blood and he actually purred against his Sire’s neck.
When Spike started to draw on the wound more deeply, Angel slid his hands under the blonde’s duster, one hand curved around the younger vampire’s ass aiding the movement of his grinding hips and the other hand caressed along the spine, causing his boy to moan contently while he drank.
When Angel heard the reaction to the caress along Spike’s spine, he smirked. His boy was so responsive to his touch. Others have tried to bring out those same reactions – namely Drusilla – and had failed. Drusilla used to pout because she couldn’t get her Spike to play the way her daddy could.
Angel let Spike take a bit more than he normally would. The blonde was still his favorite, if not infuriatingly annoying, childe after all. When he felt the other vampire had taken enough the Irish brogue returned to his voice and Angelus came forth again.
“Yer mine, Will, in blood, in mind, we’ll always be connected. Ye’ll be able to feel my emotions and thoughts as I will yers. Nothing can break this bond between us,” Angel whispered in Spike’s ear and then added more for himself, “Not Giles, not Buffy, no one. Yer an Aurelius. Yer Angelus’ childe, my childe, claimed by me, taken by me and mated to me.”
“Yes,” Spike acknowledged softly. He wanted to cry like sappy William at those words. Yes, he’d been claimed by Angelus, Darla and Drusilla in a familial claim. But this? Angel had taken complete ownership over him. No one had ever done that before. The moment he acknowledged the claim it slipped into place and he felt complete.
Inwardly, he growled. Whatever spell this was that was making him act like poncy William was turning him into a mess. Damn Willow. It had to be Willow. Her wacky spells never went as they should. It had to be a spell because otherwise he would have made Angel grovel before he consented to this. Ever since Angel showed up tonight everything had felt different: his own actions toward his Sire for one, accepting a complete claiming, reopening a relationship that he thought had died the minute he realized Angel wasn’t coming back to the family.
Angel felt the emotions that Spike’s thoughts caused. His voice returned to normal when he whispered, “Are you all right, Spike?”
Spike nodded against Angel’s shoulder. “Just confused about tonight’s events and what prompted them.”
Angel’s caress of his back stopped. “What do you mean?”
Spike sat up straddling Angel’s hips, causing his hands to drop to his thighs. “I mean, this whole night. Our reactions to one another when we’ve clearly hated each other for so long, this claiming – for which I am grateful, but it seems off.”
“Off? How? And for the record, I don’t hate you. You’re obnoxious, infuriating, wayward, insolent, rash, rebellious, but I don’t hate you.” Angel was confused by Spike’s words. The claiming didn’t seem off to him. Isn’t this what his boy wanted? He’d said ‘yes’ and it can’t be broken now. What the hell was Spike going on about?
“What if it was something mystical? I mean I’ve wanted from the moment you placed the Sire-Claim on me back in the day to have this and you refused up until now. I just don’t get it. I’m not a fool, Angel, don’t play me for one.”
Angel’s eyes narrowed. “I honestly don’t know what you’re getting at, Spike.”
Spike rose to his feet and stood to the side of him. He couldn’t explain it when Angel touched him. It was too distracting. Nervously, he pulled out a cigarette and his lighter and lit up before looking at Angel, seeing his Sire get to his feet and peering at him.
Pocketing the lighter and yanking the cigarette from his mouth, Spike’s eyes darted over Angel’s tall, broad form. They were inches apart and he already missed his Sire’s touch. Shaking himself free of that thought he tried as best he could to explain.
“Why did you come here tonight, Angel? The God’s honest truth,” Spike asked.
“I came to tell you about that day and why I gave the ring back. I felt you should know. I’m tired of the miscommunication between us. Ever since I renewed the Sire-Claim in L.A., Angelus has been taunting me to reclaim you completely,” Angel said.
“Angelus? Angel, you are Angelus! You are one and the same,” Spike told him.
“No, I’m not. I’m not Angelus. I’m not that cruel and sadistic,” Angel defended.
“Say what you want, peaches. But you are Angelus and you can be that cruel and sadistic, you just choose not to be. Like me, I may not have a soul, but I can choose to be however I want,” Spike said.
“Like William? The Spike I know wouldn’t go into a crying fit like you did tonight,” Angel pointed out.
“You think I don’t know that! That’s why I said this seemed off! Thanks ever so much for pointing out my shortcomings, Angel. I knew I could count on you!” Spike yelled.
“I didn’t mean it like that, Spike. Christ. I think I figured it out. You don’t think it was real. That, whatever just happened between us, the claiming was all a ruse to let you defenses down? That what just occurred was brought on by a spell? That was too primal for a spell. Goddamn it, Spike. What did I just get done telling you? I wanted to claim you ever since I instigated the Sire-Claim in L.A. It wasn’t something I undertook lightly,” Angel argued.
“Well, I wanted it too!” Spike yelled back.
“Then why the fuck are you arguing with me?” Angel growled.
“Because I don’t get the things I want. Not in this life or any other. What I want doesn’t happen to me! What I get is abandoned, a Slayer I have to protect instead of kill, a bunch of brats I have to make nice with all because of you. I’m a fucking vampire, Angel! I don’t have a soul restraining me. But I have you, Angelus and you taught me to be what I am! So this is either a dream or it’s a spell,” Spike said.
“Damn it, Spike, I’m not Angelus! And what I taught you was how to survive. It wasn’t all about maiming and killing. We’ve been over the abandonment issue; I had no choice but to leave. Darla wouldn’t let me stay. But I’m here now. I’ve claimed you completely tonight whether you believe it was because of a spell or whatnot. Don’t you dare assume it means nothing to me! I struggled for a week before I came here tonight in deciding what I should do with our connection, tenuous as it was. I could have allowed it to flounder and dissipate,” Angel raged.
“Why didn’t you?” Spike asked.
Angel was stunned into silence at Spike’s question. “I don’t want to lose you again. You’re all I have left. Drusilla won’t change for me and before you say it, I know she’s my fault. Darla’s gone. Penn’s off God knows where. Our family is scattered Spike. I need this connection with you just as much as you do.” Angel moved closer to stand in front of Spike. “I felt the bond snap into place. Didn’t you feel it?”
Spike pursed his lips as he looked at Angel. He thought about not answering and watch his Sire dangle on that hook he stuck himself on. After a few moments he finally did answer, “Yeah, I felt it. I just don’t like this displaced feeling I’m getting. I think one of Red’s spells went haywire.”
“Then we’ll fix it. Whether there’s a spell or not, I did this of my own free will, Spike. A spell won’t change that,” Angel said.
Spike nodded in agreement afraid to voice the answer and somehow think himself weak for it. He felt like he belonged, complete. So he knew the claiming wasn’t a spell. But his emotions were all over the place and he knew that wasn’t right.
Angel looked back at Giles’ apartment. “Do you suppose we have to face them?”
“Yeah, the Scoobies are research fanatics. It’s our best shot of figuring out why we’re emotionally charged,” Spike said as he stubbed his cigarette out with his boot. He more or less let it burn to nothing during the argument.
The edges of Angel’s mouth quirked up. “Spike, I don’t think any spell can change that. We’ll always be this way around each other.”
“Come on, you big pouf. Let’s see what Giles can find out,” Spike said and walked ahead of Angel not realizing that while Angel followed him, he watched Spike’s duster sway around his backside.
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Inside Giles’ Apartment
Angel and Spike stepped through the front door only to be greeted by bickering. From what the two vampires could gather of the nonsense it made, the Scooby gang was discussing the possibility that Angel had been brainwashed and Spike was delusional. Hearing that, Angel slammed the door closed to get their attention.
When everyone’s head turned in their direction, Angel said quietly, “I’m not brainwashed. Spike is not crazy. I think there is a spell of some sort going on.”
“So does that mean you really don’t want Spike you just think you do?” Buffy asked.
“Oi, Slayer!” Spike yelped.
Angel put his hand on Spike’s shoulder to stay any movement his boy would have made toward the Slayer. He glowered at Buffy’s question. “That’s not what it means. It means that with Xander being a demon magnet obviously and Spike being emotional--”
“Hey!” Spike said, sounding offended.
“—that there’s a spell being cast,” Angel finished.
“Wait . . . Deadboy may be right,” Xander said and then cringed when Angel gave him a dark look for the nickname. “I know something . . . what is it . . .? Everything's familiar . . . Work, brain — work! Oh! Oh oh! Willow!”
Buffy furrowed her brow in confusion. “What about Will?”
“Something about Willow and her griefy-poor-me mood swings — so, so tired of it,” Xander said in an annoyed tone.
Anya perked up at that. Finally, her boyfriend was seeing the light. “You mean I don't have to be nice about her anymore?”
Buffy looked around at everyone, taking in Giles watching everyone like a hawk and noticing the way Angel and Spike were just too close to each other for her liking before she turned back to Xander. “Well, we're all tired of it, but what does it have to do with what's going on?”
Xander was a bit excited while he relayed what he knew. “She told me I was a demon magnet, a-and that you should pay attention to what goes on around you.” He looked skeptically at Angel and Spike. “I don’t even want to know what brought you together.”
Giles’ eyes lit up in realization. “And . . . that I should see things more clearly.”
Buffy looked around in shocked surprise. “She did a spell. That’s the only way Angel and Spike could be getting along now.”
“Oi!” Spike cried.
“Hey!” Angel cried.
“Yes . . . to have her will done. Whatever she says is coming true,” Giles surmised.
“And we, in some way or another were all affected. That explains the emotional rollercoaster I’ve been on tonight,” Spike said more to himself than anyone in particular.
“Yeah. Right. You've been stuck to Angel’s side all night because you two are best buds,” Xander pointed out.
Angel growled in Xander’s direction.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, whelp, so sod off,” Spike told the boy none too friendly.
Giles cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. “People, Willow is out there and she probably doesn't know what she's doing.”
Xander nodded in agreement. “We gotta find her.”
“Before somebody gets really hurt,” Buffy added. She looked over at the two vampires. She couldn’t believe that they were getting along. Angel and Spike never get along. That had to be the work of Willow’s spell as well, she was sure of it.
