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Ties That
Bind
by Tami
Part 3
“What the bloody hell is that?” Spike asked as he wheeled the chair around the bed to where Angelus stood examining the cross bar hanging from the ceiling.
Spike had been comfortably asleep dreaming about the old days when Drusilla had woke him up and told him that Daddy had another game planned for them. He groaned and after she helped him dress, he maneuvered into the wheelchair and followed Drusilla out of the room and down to her bedroom. Spike scoffed at the thought that in this mansion with 5 huge bedrooms, 3 of them belonging to each of them, no one slept in their own room. Drusilla was either sleeping with him or Angelus and lately they’ve all been sleeping in Spike’s room even though Angelus had the biggest bed.
“A little something I had a dream about. I figured we’d try it and see if it worked,” Angelus said.
“Yeah, because your ideas have always been the best ones,” Spike said dryly.
“Oh, come on, Spike, where’s your sense of adventure?” Angelus said finally turning to look at his childe for the first time since Spike entered the room.
“It’s sadly lacking due to the fact that I’m in a bloody wheelchair,” Spike nearly growled.
Angelus glanced down at the offending contraption. “Yeah, I guess that would be a problem. However, that doesn’t stop me from what I intend to do with you.”
Spike’s scarred brow rose. “What would that be, Sire?”
Angelus gave him a wicked smirk and then stepped up to the cross bar to tighten a few things on it. He pulled down on it to make sure it was secured and then turned to Spike. “The same thing I always get: delight in watching you flounder around like a fish out of water.”
With that, Angelus walked over to Spike’s wheelchair, dragged the blonde out of it and pulled him over to the cross bar.
“Raise your hands and grab the bar,” Angelus instructed.
Spike did as he was told. It was either that or wait and see if Angelus dropped him when he got tired of holding him up. With the blonde holding onto the bar, Angelus reached up and shackled him to it.
Angelus stepped back and looked at Spike. He cringed in distaste when he saw that was the blonde was swaying on the bar, still dressed. Shaking his head, Angelus stepped up to his childe and proceeded to remedy that little problem. He unbuttoned the black jeans and yanked the fly open before tugging them down and off the boy’s legs. The black t-shirt was ripped away.
“Why do you even bother to dress at all?” Angelus asked as he removed Spike’s clothing.
“I’m starting to ask myself that same question. I can’t keep anything in one bloody piece with you around,” Spike said through gritted teeth.
“Oh, pretty Spike. He looks like he’s being crucified,” Drusilla said from the doorway. Then, she pouted. “But, there’s no blood.”
Angelus looked at Spike and winked. “That may come later.”
Spike groaned at the thought. He meant for it to be a sound of dread, instead it came out as pleasure. He couldn’t even look away from the dangerous glint in Angelus’ eyes. Through all the psychotic behavior of late, his true Sire was there beneath the surface somewhere.
Angelus leaned against the footboard in front of Spike and held out his hand to Drusilla. “Come here, kitten.”
Spike grit his teeth hearing his nickname for her spill from Angelus’ lips. He wondered what his Sire had planned having him chained up this way. That was until Drusilla glided over to Angelus and stood between his spread thighs. Spike growled. His Sire had chained him up to torture him by making him watch his princess’s reaction to Angelus’ touch. Spike’s head dropped back in frustration at that bit of knowledge. He wouldn’t be able to touch anything this time, only watch as Angelus used Drusilla to get his end away.
She was dressed in a chaste, white, ankle-length gown that belied her evil nature. He watched as Angelus turned her around to face him in a pose that mirrored the one in the atrium a few weeks ago. He remembered how his Sire taunted him with Dru then. And he was doing it again now, only this time he couldn’t turn and roll the wheelchair away from a scene he didn’t want to see, but too sexually interested to look away.
Knowing that Spike was watching his every move, Angelus wrapped his big hands around Drusilla’s waist and felt her shiver when he turned her to face the blonde vampire. Then, while he watched his childe’s reaction, he slid his hands down her rib cage to her narrow waist and down over her shapely hips. His girl was perfectly proportioned: slim build, curved in all the right places, rich dark hair, and huge blue eyes. His boy was the same way: stunning to look upon. But, where Drusilla was all luscious curves and classic beauty; Spike was angles, hard planes and poetic beauty. Despite what Darla may have thought about Penn and his decisions, there were reasons he had chosen these two as his childer.
Spike watched as Angelus’ hands slid down Drusilla’s legs to hook the hem of her skirt and slowly slide it up. He inwardly groaned as her skin was revealed. Angelus bunched up her skirt at her waist and tugged until her nipples dented the fabric and her dark pubic curls was a darkened patch.
Drusilla cooed when Angelus slipped his fingers into her pussy from behind. Spike heard a zipper and rustling as his Sire pulled his cock free of his pants. He directed Drusilla to settle in his lap. Spike watched her as her dark blue eyes widened and her mouth fell open in a moan as Angelus pushed up inside her. Then, the dark vampire moved his hands up to tease her nipples through the fabric as she rocked against him.
Spike gripped the iron bar above his head in frustration. Angelus was killing him by making him watch this. It never changes. He was always the one left out of their play. It was Angelus’ way of taunting him. He would use the old ‘Sire has rights above the childer’ rule against him whenever he pleased. And now, he was chained to this contraption watching Drusilla impale herself on his Sire’s massive cock over and over.
Angelus lay back on the bed and held on to Drusilla’s hips as she rode his cock deep in her pussy. He worked his legs between hers and spread her thighs wider so that Spike could see everything. He became harder at the knowledge that Spike was watching his precious Princess fuck his cock with her eyes closed, her head thrown back and mewling for it.
Because he could do nothing else, Spike stared through lidded eyes as Angelus’ thick shaft slid in into Drusilla’s tight depths repeatedly only to come out wet and slippery before disappearing again. Just as he was forced to listen to her cries and moans of pleasure-pain as their Sire took her in hard, rough strokes.
Spike watched for what seemed to be forever as Angelus took Drusilla in every way imaginable. He growled in sexual frustration, his cock leaking after having witnessed them for the last two hours.
Angelus pulled out of Drusilla’s body when he was certain that last orgasm had sent her to sleep. He got up, went over to Spike and released his restraints, catching the blonde vampire before he fell to the floor. After sitting him in the wheelchair, Angelus wheeled him out of the room, across the hall and into his own bedroom. Angelus shut the door behind
him and looked at Spike still sitting naked in the wheelchair.
“How much feeling do you have?” Angelus asked. Having lost his pants somewhere in fucking Drusilla, he was now standing there as naked as Spike.
Spike felt a shiver at his Sire’s voice. It was ragged and husky, a lover’s voice. “I can move when I need to.”
There was a small clicking sound as Angelus locked the door. Either to keep Drusilla out or he in, Spike wasn’t sure. He searched his Sire’s eyes for some meaning of all this, but found none. “Why are you asking whether I can move? It hasn’t stopped you from having your way before.”
“Get up on the bed,” Angelus demanded.
Spike was still confused, but he rolled the chair to the bed and climbed up on it. Angelus followed him. Sitting behind Spike he started to caress his hands up his childe’s back. This was so unlike Angelus of late. Spike didn’t know what to think about it. In front of Drusilla and the minions his Sire was a maddened psychopath. Now, Angelus was more like the one he once knew: the one that cared about his family.
“Your back seems to be healing fine. It feels like you have a couple of slipped discs though. Is there any feeling in your legs?” Angelus asked as he inspected the damage to his boy’s body.
“Just tingling like someone sticking pins and needles in me,” Spike answered.
“That sounds like a good sign.”
“When did you become a doctor and humanitarian? You don’t care about me other than a way to use Drusilla against me.”
“I’ve always looked after you, haven’t I? I don’t see how that’s changed,” Angelus said.
“Yeah, right, you’ve done a great job with that. Inflict as much torture on me as you wanted. Truly caring of you, mate.”
Angelus growled at Spike’s words. He wasn’t the same as before. He couldn’t afford to be. Not after a hundred years of being caged by a soul only to be set free by a slip of a girl who made him feel human again. He couldn’t forgive that. He hadn’t wanted to be human for a century before Darla gave him that damn gypsy girl. Then the slayer made him want to be human again, to love her. That was something he couldn’t stand for. Couldn’t Spike see that?
Without another word, Angelus pushed Spike over on his side and stretched out against his back. He covered Spike’s mouth with his hand and bit down viciously into the blonde’s neck. He drank his fill while listening to his childe yell against his palm. When he retracted his fangs, he moved to bite Spike’s ear.
“Shh, Spike. I’m just taking what’s mine. I don’t want to have to force you any more than necessary,” Angelus whispered near his ear.
The dark vampire swiped his free hand against the bite marks, collecting the blood and then reached down and pushed his blood-coated fingers into his childe’s ass, stretching it. At the invasion, Spike yelled against Angelus’ palm and bucked his hips. He should have known that talk a few minutes ago was a ruse.
Once Spike was sufficiently stretched to his satisfaction, Angelus pulled his fingers free and guided his cock inside. Spike jerked and grunted at the suddenness even as Angelus groaned in pleasure. The blonde protested behind the hand and thrust back against his Sire.
“Fuck, Spike! You’re tighter than Dru,” Angelus groaned.
The dark vampire rolled his childe over part way, bringing his knee up, to open him more. Then, he buried his fangs in Spike’s neck again as he tried to thrust deeper into the blonde’s body. Still covering Spike’s mouth with one hand, he reached around the blonde’s hip to grip his cock and stroke the length.
Spike whimpered against his Sire’s palm as he rocked between Angelus’ fist and cock. The monolith was beginning to pound into him harder and deeper. Barely lubricated with only a little of his own blood, the dick moving
in him was like sandpaper chafing his insides. Not that he expected the sex to be gentle. Even the old Angelus was never gentle, nor did he expect any consideration from this version of his Sire. But, he still hoped . . .
“Fuck, Spike! I made you for this. I turned you into a seductive killer as a result, but I made you for this reason. I knew you’d be virgin-tight forever. Ah, God! You still are. I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside you that you’ll feel me in your throat,” Angelus panted as he continued to pummel his dick into Spike’s ass. He roared in sexual frustration just before he swooped down and buried his fangs in Spike’s throat again causing the blonde to bow under him and scream against his hand.
Angelus pulled Spike up with him as he sat up and then lunged forward, throwing the blonde head first into the pillow. He grabbed the headboard for leverage and clawed Spike’s stomach and chest. There was blood smeared all over the blonde’s neck, shoulder and torso.
With his mouth finally uncovered, Spike roared and growled at the animalistic way his Sire was fucking him. The wounds in his neck and stomach stung painfully along with the unrelenting force of Angelus’ thrusts.
“Sire! Fuck! Bloody hell! What are you doing?” Spike snarled.
“What does it look like? Better yet, what does it feel like?” Angelus taunted as he continued to drive his dick deeper.
Spike growled and rocked back into Angelus as the other vampire gripped his hair and pulled back, exposing the other side of his throat and sank his fangs in. Jesus, the bites alone were going to set him off if he wasn’t careful. Spike could feel the blood drip off his skin and onto the sheets below. With the aggression that Angelus was using to fuck him, he imagined that he was covered in his own blood by now.
When his Sire growled into his neck it sent a frisson of heat straight to his dick and threatened to make him spill. Angelus relinquished the hold he now had on Spike’s hip and wrapped his hand around the blonde’s shaft. The blonde bowed his head in submission at the pure bliss that shot through him. He clawed the sheets and bucked back into his Sire’s hips, effectively burying Angelus deeper still. Then, he tightened his internal muscles and contracted them around the other vampire’s cock.
“Yeah, boy, work me over with your ass,” Angelus groaned.
“Fuck, Sire! Please! I need to come,” Spike begged.
Angelus jerked Spike’s cock faster until the blonde grunted, slammed back into his elder and released the pent up orgasm all over the sheets. The convulsing muscles massaged Angelus into flooding his boy’s ass with a growl.
After the last bit of semen was wrenched from his body, Angelus pulled out of his childe to collapse beside him. Spike fell onto the bed next to his Sire and promptly fell into a dreamless sleep.
He never heard Angelus say, “I knew you’d healed just fine. I can’t wait to take you hunting with me again.”
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